Game of Royals

17 Almost Sucessful

I headed into the complex where I saw the firing come from, inside the air cold and stiff. I turned on my flashlight and held it in my left hand with the katana my right. Once inside I crept softly. I flashed my light around quickly: the place appeared to be some sort of ancient automobile production line. There were two floors if you included the catwalk complex above me. A pair of shiny objects flew towards me with surprising speed, but I wasn't enough to surprise me. I blocked the first one with my Katana, and tried ducking from the second. It didn't work out quite as well as I hoped: the object skimmed the top of my left shoulder. I dropped to my knees at once and pressured my wound. Thankfully the cut wasn't deep. I turned around and looked at the object that scratched me, it was a butterfly knife. Great so I had a pro knife thrower and pro sniper to worry about. I turned off my flashlight because darkness makes people clam, and losing vision can gain better hearing. I stood still and listened. Footsteps... they were faint but there were definitely footsteps above me. I searched the room for a way to get to the catwalks...Bingo. There was a one man ladder that lead upwards, I held my flashlight between my teeth, my katana in my right hand and began climbing the ladder. When I was about one step away from getting to the top, I jumped straight up did a flip and landed on both feet in a crouched position. There was no one waiting at the top, which was a little unexpected. I turned my flashlight off again, then stood still and listened. A really bad idea, it made targeting me that much easier. Again I parried the first knife but I still tasted blood. I held my blade up anyways. All of a sudden all the lights in the place turned on. I looked ahead and saw my attacker for the first time. He stood ten paces away from me, but I saw him clearly. He was over two meters tall and looked old enough to go to university. He had a bundle of fresh brown hair with a crystal blue eye and his right eye was blood red (But girls in university will still dig for a guy like him). He had a good build, the outline of his chest and abs showed beneath his t-shirt. He had a wind red coat on top of that and a pair of grey leather pants to go with it. (Not a bad taste for clothing either).

"Where's the sniper?" that was the first thing I said.

He broke into a mischievous smile. "That's probably me. But my profession is really knife throwing."

"Impressive...did you graduate from the school of ninjas?" I said as I stepped closer.

"Close, but no. Luck may let you stay alive, but defending yourself requires skill. Parrying two of my swords is definitely not luck." He grinned as he took out another butterfly knife and started toying with it.

"May I ask you what your name is?" I stepped closer.

"The name's Stainless Steel," he said, as he continued to toy with the butterfly knife.

"I wonder why they call you that." I said with a calm voice.

"Why? Tell me, I want to know too." he said with a daring voice, as he folded the knife all of a sudden.

"Knife throwing is way to past time, does it kill you to use an actual combat weapon?" I know, it was a bad taunt, but I couldn't think of any other taunts off the top of my head.

"I will cut off that bitching tongue of yours, and we will see who will have the last laugh."

"Then come and get it."

He did a backflip in midair and threw a pair of knives at me the same time, then landed steadily and got ready for throwing the next wave. I saw it coming and parried the first sidestepping the second, but unexpectedly it bounced off the rail and caught me in my left arm sticking there. I dropped my Katana from the shock but ignoring most of the pain, I managed to take out my gun from my left breast pocket and shot twice. Knocking the knife out of his left hand and the other one hit him right on the right arm. I was about to shoot again, but surprisingly he had managed to keep hold of one knife in his right hand, turn around and throw it at me. It was too late to sidestep as the knife caught me in my right shoulder, causing me to drop my gun over the railing. Both of us just stood still for a moment, hunched over and panting hard. I stood straight first and his eyes followed me.