Post by shannon on May 9, 2018 6:57:50 GMT -5
*Edited*
Thank you in advance
My back slammed against the rocky ground of the fighting ring. The air heaved out of my chest and my vision blurred. The tang of blood filled my mouth, leaving me gasping for air. I rolled onto my hands and knees, my body groaning in protest. I let the blood from my nose and open mouth pool onto the ground, coating the cold white rocks in a ruby red beneath me. My blood simmered beneath my skin—rage starting to consume me.
With my senses snapping into place, and the ringing in my ears subsiding; I heard Maro laugh. I snarled towards the ground. I couldn’t let him get away with knocking me down. I dragged my sword through the rocks before stabbing into the soil beneath. I rallied my strength, pulling myself off the ground until I was standing, wavering on my feet but standing. I gripped the leathery hilt of my sword, unearthing it. I didn’t bother wiping away the warm blood that ran down my chin while I turned back to my opponent.
Maro continued his laughter. His wretched comrades did the same.
“At what point will you give up? A girl learning to wield a sword is a ridiculous notion. The fighting ring is no place for a farmer’s daughter.” Maro hissed. I knew this fight wasn’t about that. We trained together for years, and though he has made me leave with cuts and bruises before, this was different. He’s furious with me for rejecting him in front of the other boys who now surrounded the ring. And that only made my blood boil more. If the village leader had been overseeing us, like he usually did, this fight would have long been over. Instead, Maro and I had the opportunity of taking our anger out on each other. We were both filled to the brim with an unhealthy rage.
Thank you in advance
My back slammed against the rocky ground of the fighting ring. The air heaved out of my chest and my vision blurred. The tang of blood filled my mouth, leaving me gasping for air. I rolled onto my hands and knees, my body groaning in protest. I let the blood from my nose and open mouth pool onto the ground, coating the cold white rocks in a ruby red beneath me. My blood simmered beneath my skin—rage starting to consume me.
With my senses snapping into place, and the ringing in my ears subsiding; I heard Maro laugh. I snarled towards the ground. I couldn’t let him get away with knocking me down. I dragged my sword through the rocks before stabbing into the soil beneath. I rallied my strength, pulling myself off the ground until I was standing, wavering on my feet but standing. I gripped the leathery hilt of my sword, unearthing it. I didn’t bother wiping away the warm blood that ran down my chin while I turned back to my opponent.
Maro continued his laughter. His wretched comrades did the same.
“At what point will you give up? A girl learning to wield a sword is a ridiculous notion. The fighting ring is no place for a farmer’s daughter.” Maro hissed. I knew this fight wasn’t about that. We trained together for years, and though he has made me leave with cuts and bruises before, this was different. He’s furious with me for rejecting him in front of the other boys who now surrounded the ring. And that only made my blood boil more. If the village leader had been overseeing us, like he usually did, this fight would have long been over. Instead, Maro and I had the opportunity of taking our anger out on each other. We were both filled to the brim with an unhealthy rage.
