"fight as long as your heart's beating,fight for your honour,fight for your future. fight till your fist hits the enemy,fight till your fist is shattered.fight till your feet loose towards gravity, fight till your last breath, fight till everything else darkened,fight till you cant see your enemy. fight till your soul left your body"
Peta sighed. a white shirt, baggy woollen cardigan with shorts and gladiator sandals is perfectly placed onto him. any signs of struggle was absent from the looks of it. his dark iris fixed on Fenrir, not with anger, but contempt. his long black hair pulled to the back, tied to a short ponytail seemed to be glued. unaffected by the duel. The difference in power is too great. eyes so peaceful flickered from the focus of the ground to Fenrir. face so calm its difference between sleeping is only through the open eyes.
"surrender now,there is not much that you can do. fate have already decided that you will lose" Peta said as if chatting casually to a friend.
with his rotting feet and ribs, Fenrir fought to stand up. falling towards the force of gravity from time to time until his hunky figure of lean muscle stabilises to a stance. veins visible upon his biceps all the way through his arms. small cuts formed upon his forehead with a bruised lips upon his face. his shirt was torn together with his jeans and boots. showing parts of his feet. he inhaled a great amount of air and said "dont get too cocky now". he lunges forward, slowly positioning his body to a stance for attack. fingers all pressured up to a fist. one infront,and the other slightly behind his posture. the final jerking of the fist, eyes focused on Peta and with a sudden puff of exhalation, he's gone. only leaving a trace of dust to mark his former position.
the sudden clinch of bones roared thunder through the moor and a gust of wind sends out storms circularly from the point of intersection. Fenrir was behind Peta, attacking. another second, Peta seen squatting to avoid his attack. with a counter, Peta clawed his fingers,directing it towards Fenrir s' torso. dark smokes seen to occupy the tips of it. Fenrir grips Peta's shoulders and commit to a handstand directly above Peta, avoiding his attack. within a second, Fenrir flips Peta with incredible force towards the ground followed by a kick, letting out a stunning thump from the collison.
Peta rolled unimaginably letting out gushes of blood from time to time. he finally gained his grip,with hands and feet forcing friction towards the now shaved land of grass, exposing the cocoa coloured earth underneath. with a posture resembling a lioness ready for the "kill", his gastronemious contacted and forces his body to lunge towards Fenrir.
Fenrir defended himself but to no avail, Peta took advantage of the defensive stance. Peta grips Fenrir s' hand and managed to shift himself towards the open back of Fenrir, performing his final stance to target Fenrir s' heart. Fenrir was paralysed and in shock of what happening, things were too fast for him. his right arms,shoulders and deltoid now rot from the touch of Peta. indeed, he was raw and immature of this types of battles. he was too emotional to anger the order, his own team-mates. not thinking through of his destructive decisions. he closes his eyes and admit death have come to claim him.
"and let the fishes live inside the sea. seperating the lions and the sharks" a chant was recited. " the buddha will lay motionless while this chant remain protective "
A sudden rattle echoes through the field. the illuminant chains of gold and silver covered the limbs of both of them, seperating them within a split second. he was saved.
"you just wouldn't listen will you" a sigh was let out infront of him. a character wearing white robe-like dress, heavy looking, holding out a floating shimmering black talisman supported by the thumbs of the palms that was merged to a motionless clap.
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