One in a Million

Chapter 13

Harry ran over to Niall and punched him in the nose.

The angry man grabbed the purse out of the air, "One two..." he tapped off, then his band began playing a quick, pumping melody.

Niall turned his attention back to the fight, "Now, where were we?" and with a quick flick of his hand, as if to say. "Come on." Towards Harry, the fight was on.

Harry rushed at the Niall. He dipped and weaved right as he was about to reach him and slashed downwards with the sword. Niall parried with one of his gauntlets and the blade clashed against the metal strapped to Niall's arms with a shriek that sent sparks flying into the air. The college student was quick and uppercut slashed at the hand to hand warrior, attempting to catch Niall from stem all the way to stern.

Niall sidestepped to the right just enough and the blade passed a hairs breath from his face.

Quickly, before Harry could respond with a follow-up, Niall swiftly punched Harry in the solar plexus, knocking the wind out of the collage student, and stunning him for a brief moment.

The fight had taken Niall and Harry dangerously close to the edge of the arena and Harry had his back almost to the wall, despite his counter offensive.

Harry was still open for more attacks though and Niall was not done.

The quick blow had opened Harry up for another attack and Niall obliged him, putting a simple sidekick into the student's stomach, doubling him over. Niall followed that up with a quick rising uppercut.

The crowd watching their fight let out a collective wince for the man.

Taking the opening and using the environment to his advantage, back flipped onto the wall and pushed off towards Harry. The maneuver sent him front flipping towards Harrt and just before he reached the student, Niall flattened his body out, feet first. Instead of colliding with his adversary though, Niall opted to wrap his feet around Harry's neck instead.

The maneuver caught Harry off guard as he was recovering his wits, once again.

Niall gave him an apologetic shrug, mid air. As if to say, "sorry" for what was going to come next.

Harry used his momentum in a creative, instead of piling into his opponent; instead, he jerked to the right and swung around Niall. Then, when he was directly behind his opponent, Harry curled his legs into his body and angled his body towards the ground, changing the direction of his fall, putting the weight of his jump into a powerful throw.

Niall was pulled off his feet violently and was thrown across the floor. He skidded and tumbled along the ground, uncontrolled. He was stopped by the other end of the dance floor, about five feet from the wall at the back of the dance floor.. A groan escaped his lips as the pain from the attack started setting in.

Niall looked up and his eyes opened with surprise.

As Harry was about to let go of Niall, during the throw, he had planted both hands on the ground. When he completed the attack, Harry sprang off his hands, throwing himself into a quick back spring, followed by another, another, and another to build momentum. When Harry was almost to Niall, Harry bounded off the ground and threw himself into a spin that would have made an expert gymnast jealous. Flattening out in the air like a sideways whirling tornado, so that his body was perpendicular with Niall's as he neared the fallen student, Harry's spin got increasingly fast as he whipped his arms in and out, efficiently putting Harry into an almost uncontrollable rotation, arced at Niall.

Just as Harry was about to reach Niall, the man threw one of his legs out, shin angled down. The entire force from the spin was pushed into his leg.

The entire room was silent and it was as if time itself was holding its breath as Harry descended. Every person watching the fight was so enthralled, watching for the next move in the epic fight.

Niall barely had time to breath, let alone dodge. But, it was a testament to his experience in battle that Niall kept the presence of mind to roll to the right in a desperate dodge, towards the wall of the dance floor. Just in time.

Harry's leg smashed into the ground, slamming into the ground with his knee and shin flat into the wood, crushing the floor into a torrent of splinters that rose up around him in the air.

Seeing Niall dodge, most warriors would have allowed their opponent to stand up. That was the honorable thing to do. But, there are no rules in a bar fight.

With the speed of a cat, while the splinters were still hanging mid air, Harry spun his body around and swept his foot towards his opponents head. The attack was so quick that Niall wasn't hurt; it actually pushed the assassin a foot and a half into the air.

Niall was curious, why had that not hurt?

That was Harry's intention. Swiftly, Harry rolled forward and halfway through, slid straight, so that he slid under Niall and stopped facing the rising assassin's back.

Harry cocked both arms back and double punched upwards into Nialls back. Air whooshed from the swordsman's lungs as he was pushed even higher into the air. The impact from the attack gave Harry a couple feet between him and Niall.

Harry looked to his right and saw the lip of the dance floor, just an arms length away now, "This is going to hurt you, just as much as it is going to hurt me." Harry promised Niall with a forewarned wince.

Harry quickly performed a handspring to his feet, crouched just under Niall with his legs coiled underneath him. Harry exploded from the ground towards Niall rising form. He grabbed the assassin around the waist, twisted mid air, and arched the two of them towards the wall, easily angling Niall head first, towards the raised lip of the dance floor.

Niall collided with the raised floor and his head plowed through the woodwork with a painful cracking and crunching sound as the wood shattered under the enormous pressure from the attack.

Harry let go and managed to aim himself towards the level below. He landed with ease and rolled to his feet. Then, Harry looked back at the assassin and a look of brief sadness flashed across his face.

Nialls body hung vertical for the briefest moment, suspended in an ephemeral moment in time, then he collapsed, head still firmly stuck into the ground. The rest of him hit the ground in an uncomfortable position, but Niall was still breathing.

"That had to hurt." Harry said to himself. He looked down at one of his hands and noticed one of his nails bleeding. "Dammit! I broke a nail!" He exclaimed in frustration.a