The Samurai That I Loved

第51章

Yoru breathed, crouched down on his haunches and raised both hands to brace for the impending impact. His narrowed, ebony irises calculated the exact fraction of a second it would take for Sir Winston's girth to meet his palms.

3...2...1.

His slender fingers curled around a tuft of Winston's thick, hairy arm while his right leg swung cleanly upward and underneath Winston's left knee, knocking the giant down to the ground immediately. The man gasped as a mouthful of soil invaded his lips, coursing his tongue with grainy bits of dirt which felt more like stoking bits of ember adding kindle to his fighting fury.

In an instant, Yoru was swinging himself over the man's body while locking his right arm menacingly around his brawny, muscled neck.

Winston grunted in defiance, standing back up and treating Yoru as if he were simply a leaf upon his backside. Yoru clenched his teeth and tightened his locked grip around the man's thigh and neck. The effort was pointless.

Winston guffawed out loud and body slammed himself into the grass, knocking the sheer life right out of Yoru's lungs. His almond eyes widened for only a split second before he tucked himself in, locking his full body weight over and between Winston's legs, yanking the man's right leg up in a brutal deathlock.

Winston roared and attempted to roll over, however Yoru clenched his jaw and shoved his whole self over Winston's torso with his back to him, keeping his leg uplifted in a controlled hold.

"Fuck!" Winston cursed as he tapped twice upon the grassy lawn. But just then, he managed to twist his torso only enough to headbutt Yoru in the back of his skull so hard, the Japanese man who had nearly bested him, rolled aside limp to the ground for two seconds: just enough time for Winston to get back to his feet and regain his bearings.

The need to diminish his own foul mood rapidly increased alongside his fighting spirit as Yoru launched up from the grass and out of Winston's reach. His eyes twinkled dangerously from years of finely-honed experience and he savored the moment with intense focus.

The wind whipped through his wavy, black hair. The guests were gossiping and shouting out either bets or encouragements and Winston was now half-crouched, slowly approaching him with his hands raised to grapple. Yoru instantly mimicked his stance with a drawn mouth.

With deadly speed, he didn't give Winston enough time to even touch him before he was dropping to the ground and locking his legs around the larger man's, sending him plummeting down to the ground with him once again.

With grit teeth and driven, feral competition, Yoru used the man's body weight against him as he took hold of Winston's right arm and locked it with his left leg, keeping the man pinned down, trapped in a contorted position.

It was in that moment of reveled triumph that Yoru's sweat-sheened face, tanned and lean, turned to smirk into Winston's with a look that clearly said, 'Bitch.' His shirt rippled in the light spring wind while his ebony eyes radiated with a warrior's gleam. Winston scowled up at him from the side angle he was forced to bear while the side of his face was pressed into the grass when suddenly, a new voice broke out in the chaos, louder and more shrill than all the others.

"OH GET UP, YOU TENACIOUS MAN AND KICK HIS BLOODY ASS!"

Yoru snapped to instant attention upon hearing Eliza's voice, his eyes widening in disbelief at the same time he looked up to locate her. Winston seized the glorious opportunity to yank back his right arm and shove Yoru off of him with an unceremonious strength.

Yoru emitted an, "Umph!", tumbling to the ground beside Winston. However just as he was jumping back to his feet in defense, Winston changed the game entirely. The expression of humiliated insult burning ferociously inside his eyes was enough for Yoru to realize at the last minute that Winston was reckless in his anger, cheating and losing his good sense of sportsmanship, allowing his enormous pride to take the lead.