XaleManix
10-31-06, 08:19 PM
"i can beat anyone in a fencing match." I said. I was right, I could have, when sober. that fact of the matter was, I wasn't sober. I was at the local bar, speaking to my friend Ramen. we were speaking in an anchient tounge called Vema. Ramen and I had discovered it when we were at sea, and we used it to speak in private, especialy when in public. since the town wasn't concerned in the ancient ruins, they couldn't understand us.
however, he could. the man was about six foot tall, but from my seat, he seemed to be nearly seven. he walked up and said to me "i'll take you up on that."
I looked up at him and said "what?" thinking i could bluff him out.
he drew a saber and said "You say you can beat anyone in a fencing match, I have forty gold pieces that say you can't"
back then, back there, forty pices was a lot. i couldn't back it, though, i had nothing. "i can't call that bet." i answered, odviosly droping the bluff.
"you don't have to front any cash, just take out a blade and prove you can beat me."
"your on!" i said, taking out my new weapon, which I found in the ruins twenty miles outside of town.
he laghed, as it only seemed to be a hilt. "what you gonna do, imagine a blade there and it show up?"
"that's right." i said, activating the weapon that I barely understood. the blade shot out as a flash of light, then solidified into the reddish steel that was the shortsword configuration. the tavern was horrified. yet he didn't flinch.
"outside." he said, making a motion with his head twords the men at the bar.
outside, the fight was pretty simple, the common motions of a fencing match, nothing to dificult. i made a single complicated move, and before i knew what on earth had happened, he was standing on top of me with the sabre at my throat.
"you are lucky." he said.
"and how did you understand me when i spoke?"
"you would never understand."he said, looking away, "one who knows nothing understands... nothing."
"shut up!" I yelled, my anger peaking, " I'll never drink alcohol again, if it allows me to beat you!"
I've kept my word, and nearly a year later, the strongest thing i ever had has been a glass of cold water. so when I find him, he is going to regret it.
however, he could. the man was about six foot tall, but from my seat, he seemed to be nearly seven. he walked up and said to me "i'll take you up on that."
I looked up at him and said "what?" thinking i could bluff him out.
he drew a saber and said "You say you can beat anyone in a fencing match, I have forty gold pieces that say you can't"
back then, back there, forty pices was a lot. i couldn't back it, though, i had nothing. "i can't call that bet." i answered, odviosly droping the bluff.
"you don't have to front any cash, just take out a blade and prove you can beat me."
"your on!" i said, taking out my new weapon, which I found in the ruins twenty miles outside of town.
he laghed, as it only seemed to be a hilt. "what you gonna do, imagine a blade there and it show up?"
"that's right." i said, activating the weapon that I barely understood. the blade shot out as a flash of light, then solidified into the reddish steel that was the shortsword configuration. the tavern was horrified. yet he didn't flinch.
"outside." he said, making a motion with his head twords the men at the bar.
outside, the fight was pretty simple, the common motions of a fencing match, nothing to dificult. i made a single complicated move, and before i knew what on earth had happened, he was standing on top of me with the sabre at my throat.
"you are lucky." he said.
"and how did you understand me when i spoke?"
"you would never understand."he said, looking away, "one who knows nothing understands... nothing."
"shut up!" I yelled, my anger peaking, " I'll never drink alcohol again, if it allows me to beat you!"
I've kept my word, and nearly a year later, the strongest thing i ever had has been a glass of cold water. so when I find him, he is going to regret it.