Re: [Zorolo]Aronin Orino's Training
Chapter three: Surviving is an act.
You fight like a cow.
Aronin looked away from the teapot and took a look at the main part of the floor. About thirty chairs were lined up in a square, as if watching the act. He went up to the stage, but suddenly got a feeling that he shouldn’t been there at all, turned, and bumped his head at thin air. Somehow, something invisible and impenetrable was in the way. His senses fully alert. He felt the force field. It was covering the whole opening, and no opening was present. He took a step back, and concentrated. But as he hurled the fireball at the force field, and it came bouncing back, he knew he was in trouble.
He didn’t know what was going to happen now, and he knew was probably not allowed to be there either. As the consequences of his actions slowly emerged into his consciousness, he became more and more afraid, and he had to sit down to not blow something up, and getting him in even more trouble than he already was in.
It was silent, and Aronin’s body was aware of everything. From the slightly clattering of Murray, to the dusty cloud near the dusty bookshelf, and to the steam coming out of the teapot at the table in front of him. He gathered his thoughts and stored them inside him, filtering out every emotional weakness he had, greatly strengthening him after the long journey. He was exhausted, and he knew he was weak, but he had to gather his final strength. Again, he didn’t know why he was doing it. Somehow, it was just what he knew he was supposed to do.
Then the door handle moved. Aronin was ready at once, and forced himself to become as anonymous as possible, hoping he’d not be noticed by the stranger. Only, it was no stranger. It was a bunch of strangers, but from his position, he could not see if he knew any of them. Come to think of it, he didn’t know anyone at this place. Then three persons branched off from the group, went up to the stage, and walked right through the force field. Apparently, they knew each other, and Aronin heard them talking about tactics and supporting each other. Then the door opened again, and another group walked in. Again, three persons separated from the group, to enter the stage.
Aronin was calm, watching and analyzing the situation. The six people were clad for a fight, and for a second, he thought of revealing himself before the battle started, so he would not get involved.
That chance never came, as the door opened again, and another two persons entered the room. The two men sat down at the front table, and helped themselves with tea. When they sat down, the two groups went to the lined up chairs, and sat down next to each other. This was a staged fight. It was not Hamlet, but Romeo and Juliet, he thought, and then the combatants were ready for battle.
“May the best homeroom win,” said one of the men by the tea table.
“Yes, indeed. May the best homeroom win,” replied the other man.
A bell rang, and sword fighting was all over the stage. Two of the fighters were fighting back to back, holding off two combatants from the other team, while the two remaining were engaged in a fierce duel, while the two teams were cheering at their representatives, and Murray, enjoying this scene fully screaming: “You fight like a cow!” each time somebody missed. And just when it seemed as one of the duelists were winning, the other dodged a swipe and caught the hands of his enemy, and the two of them were moving towards the place Aronin stood, with his back against the wall.
Then, many things happened at once: as one of the duelist came too close to Aronin, he noticed him, halted, and was struck down by the other duelist and disappeared in a green flickering light. The victorious duelist turned to the audience, took a quick bow, turned back to the fallen enemy, and saw Aronin.
“BLOODY CHEATERS! They had four fighters!” He yelled at his teammates, who were still fighting backside, and charged at Aronin, which managed to summon a force shield at the last moment, effectively blocking the charge.
“They even got a psychic in! But I’ll handle it!”
Aronin took a look at the men sitting at the tea table, but they showed no sign of noticing that another person arrived in the fight.
“YAAAAAH! DIE FREAK!” screamed the remaining duelist and unleashed a combo of sword swipes at Aronin, forcing him to summon a more and more powerful shield for each blow, driving him backwards towards the force field. Aronin fought for his life, and was getting desperate, but still, he had not lost his will. He focused on his remaining powers, which depleted fast as he was continually blocking the sword from left and right, and summoned ice around the combatants feet causing him immobile. Caught off guard, the guy fell over, giving Aronin enough time to jump, with a little help of his power, over him, blasting his sword out of his hand meanwhile.
“Aie… I think my legs broke,” the guy said as he twisted in pain, before disappearing in a green flickering light.
“Muahaha! That showed them! Feel the power of Murray and his underling!” Aronin heard Murray shout out.
Now, the back-to-back fighting guys were fighting desperately with the two other guys, as they thought the other team were cheating, and was just waiting for which next dirty trick. Then suddenly, the back-to-back fighting team made a fencing mistake, which enabled the other team to get a strike at one of the duo, leaving only one person, which now found himself fighting two guys at once. But then, he changed style completely, jumping and dodging around the scene, sometimes so close Aronin he swung at him, nearly hitting, and managed to outmaneuver, and stab one of his combatants in the back, but at the same time leaving himself open for a split second, which was exploited by the remaining combatant.
Thinking it was over, Aronin went over to the remaining guy, wanting to ask some questions, and get out of here, only to be met by a sword, at his throat.
“Who are you? And why did you come here? You made us look like cheaters, you bloody bastard!”
“No, wait,” Aronin said, but had to summon a shield again, as the guy tried to stab him again. “I didn’t mean to... It just happened this way! Please! Stop!” And again, Aronin was forced towards the force field. In a quick glance, he saw what the guy had meant; the audience was now shouting at each other, accusing the other group for being cheaters, some with their sword drawn, some standing and some involved in small fistfights. And the two men at the tea table were just talking low together, taking no notice of the noise behind them.
Aronin focused again, collecting his final powers, making the blocking shield reflect the sword a bit further, summoning an explosion with all his powers, and releasing it right in the face of the guy. He felt the power of his explosion, and he felt being almost crushed against the force field. When he opened his eyes again, the guy was vanishing in the green light. Panting, Aronin turned to the audience, but saw only Murray, positioned as he left him, on the chess board.
“That’s the way to do it! Let them know that Murray, the evil demonic skull, shall torture and kill the ones that oppose him! Muahahaha!” Murray laughed as Aronin was leaning up against the force field, totally exhausted.
ooc: I think I need some more defensive powers on this guy.. It was hard to find a rythm I could work with. Also, I don't think I could kill someone stright out, withouth a very good reason.
Words: 1313, and I think I need to learn how to short things down. I think I describe things to detalied, which is something I learned from my teacher when I was in junior high school...
So, Puck, my shiny new teacher and approver. What do you think of me so far?