One warm late summer afternoon, while all alone at home, I was quietly sitting on the front step. I wore my old, weathered black steel-toed boots, my old gray camo pants, and a plain black t-shirt. I wore my black leather belt with Orcrist, the Goblin Cleaver, sword of the dwarf warrior Thorin Oakenshield, at my right side, in its scabbard. I went inside, up to my room, and grabbed my sharpening stone, then headed back outside to sharpen my sword. After about four minutes, I stored the stone in my belt pouch, sheathed my sword in its scabbard, and headed down to the school. My friends and Mike hung out by the doors.
We all exchanged greetings, then I looked up to see Katherine walking toward me. I smiled, as we exchanged greetings. She then gave me Thorin's solid silver ring with the icy blue sodalite gemstone encased in a cage of silver atop it, slipping it onto my right middle finger.
I smiled as I instantly recognized the Seal Ring.
The look we exchanged drove Marc to complete rage, as he ran at me, and before I could react, he slugged me hard twice across the temple, then kicked me down, and tried to drive a huge combat knife into my chest, but I grabbed the blade, and wrenched it from his grasp, before kicking hard upward on his chest, then off, back-flipping off him, as he was thrown almost ten feet back, exactly how Morpheus fought Agent Johnson on top of the semi in 'The Matrix Reloaded'!!
"You want to kill me, Marc? I don't think so!!" I said icily.
We ran at each other, then began fighting brutally, as everyone watched in astonishment! Marc swung his fist, but I grabbed it, then kneeled as I twisted his arm, making him yell in pain as I threw him over me, slamming him into the ground, before slugging him hard enough in the temple to stun him good!
However, just as I was walking away, I heard him get back up, and saw, out of the corner of my eye, Marc draw what I recognized as a khopesh, a type of Egyptian sword.
I slowly reached down to grip Orcrist's hilt, tightening my grip as my eyes narrowed venomously.
Then, just as Marc advanced on me, I swiftly drew my sword, spinning and swinging it expertly around, over my head, as the high, shrill ringing tone of the steel blade echoed across the schoolyard, exactly how the sword did when Thorin had drawn it for the second time to fight the Orcs in 'The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey'!!
"If you dare, Marc!" I said with a sly grin. He ran at me with a yell, but I swung Orcrist and struck Marc's sword with enough force to send a jarring vibration through his hands and arms, making him wince! But I used his distraction to my advantage, kicking him in the chest as he yelled and stumbled back, then I ran forward as we started viciously battling; my friends and everyone else watching in astonishment.
I almost effortlessly deflected every blow he threw with the khopesh; Orcrist's blade emitting a shrill ringing tone like a bell with each contact!
"Borrrrinnng!" I drawled, while rolling my eyes; my friends all bursting out in laughter!
Marc then swung his blade toward my right shoulder, but I easily spun right, dodging the blade, before whacking him across the back of the head with the flat edge of Orcrist's blade, then kicking him square in the spine, sending him flying forward to slam into the ground, knocked out cold with a purple welt on the back of his head!!
I cast a pure venomous sidelong glance at Judas, Moloch, Curtis, and Dallas, who all instinctively backed off; their expressions of shock and worry enough to assure me they wouldn't dare cross me.
Re-sheathing Orcrist in its scabbard, I turned to walk away after I bade my friends farewell.
I felt slightly miserable as I walked down the road. Why did I have to deal with this kind of thing all the time? Facing Marc and his friends, in different circumstances, over and over again, had become so tedious and boring that I really did not look forward to fighting them any more.
