NameLess

A Monster

//Working on my fighting scenes so be sure to tell me if it's good or not in the comments below. I'm always striving for improvement so you can be sure I'll get better.
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(("What the actual fuck was that?")) Ceon questioned as he pried his face off the floor, struggling to recompose himself as he rolled onto his ass. Blood dripped from his nose and ran down his busted lip, leaving a small trail of red as the retired, white haired Rift Hunter pushed himself back onto his feet. There was a loud ringing in his ears, something that could be attributed to the sharp rap on the back of the head. (("I could've sworn the child was weak. How the hell is this dwarf sized, tomato headed, goofy looking son of a bitch so god damn strong!!"))

Ceon clenched his teeth, wiping the blood away with his thumb. Brown eyes furrowed in annoyance as he looked towards Jak, of whom had backed off to a considerable distance, allowing the man to fully recover. Crimson eyes stared back as the youth stood at the ready, waiting for the man to take his own fighting pose and begin the fight anew.

"My apologies sir," Ceon heard Jak say, barely hearing him above the buzzing in his ears. "I didn't know that you weren't ready. Shall we try again once you're prepared?"

(("Wow, what an idiot! Giving me time to raise my rank is completely retarded.")) Ceon reached towards his wrist and slid his blood soaked thumb across the black surface of the limiter. The letter H appeared above it ever so briefly before shimmering like a mirage, a small G replacing it. (("That blonde freakin slut tricked me into thinking you weren't shit, but now that I know, I won't let it happen again. This time, I'm ready."))

Ceon stomped on his blunt which had fallen from his mouth during the youths initial attack, grinding the tip of his shoe against it as he took a stance. He had no intention of taking the kid lightly this time around as he glared at the newbie with a laserlike focus.

"Begin"

Jak once again launched forward, zooming towards the Ex-Rift Hunter with unnatural agility, leaving behind an imprint of his feet as he swung the wooden katana straight for Ceon's head. Having been expecting the sudden burst of speed, Ceon quickly evaded the attack by sidestepping. A frown appeared on the mans head as he swiftly backed away, narrowly dodging the boys quick follow up strike. Swing after swing followed the initial attack one after the other, keeping the older fellow on his toes as he struggled to weave through the youths unending string of wild slashes. Every time he aimed to counter the redhead, he found himself reeling back as Jak plowed onwards with his assault.

(("I don't fuckin get it!!")) Ceon exclaimed internally as he nervously avoided yet another potential injury. (("There isn't any rhyme or reason to his attacks. There isn't any carefully concocted strategy. Hell there isn't even any sort of skill based swordplay! Hes just swinging wildly!!"))

The kid was using such a simplistic fighting style, of which left him completely unguarded and open to all sorts of counters. Though he was physically capable, the boy lacked any sort of true skill with the blade. However, it was BECAUSE of the boys physical capabilities that Ceon failed to land a single blow on the youth, forced to constantly retreat  before he could put anything into action. The young adolescent was as strong as a monster and as nimble as a rabbit, rapidly switching directions after an attack to prepare for another swing. Ceon didnt even have time to change the rank on his limiter due to the boys attacking speed. What was more, the boy seemed to be getting faster as time went on, his attacks landing close and closer with each passing second.

(("No, he's not getting faster,")) Ceon realized as an attack just barely grazed his shoulder. Even with the small chip of the wooden edge, the white haired man could feel the strength put into the strike. (("Is he...learning my movement pattern on the fly? Is that even possible to do in such a short period of time?!"))