The Strange Apocalypse

Chapter Two: Cuts and Crossbows

It had been two days since I agreed to go through the portals to save this so called Arth. I wasted no time expanding my knowledge on the plague and training as much as possible. I continued practicing with my katanas and learning different fighting techniques with different weaponry. 

Today I was sparing with six soldiers and taking them down with a Bo staff. I had already taken down three of them as I lift my staff up and hit one in the face, breaking his nose as he fell to the ground in pain. The other two holding their arms and groaning on the ground indicated they'd be staying there. I smirk and move towards the other three, their faces giving away their fear, but they came towards me regardless. I let out a low growl and strike one's staff, breaking in into pieces and hitting him in the back before he can make a counterattack. He hits the ground with a loud thud and the last two move towards me once again. They stop six feet away from me, by now they know to keep a distance if they want to last. Since it was clear neither of them were going to advance, I made my move and smiled, challenging them. I raise my staff and begin fighting them both, alternating between the two.  I begin to focus on the one to my left, as he was showing more strength with each blow, I could feel the vibration in my hands from the force on the staff in my hands.  I start to hit back with more strength as well, showing I wasn't about to give up. I finally manage to get the upper hand by hitting his hands with the top of my staff when he goes for a low blow. He drops his staff and clutches his hands to his chest and looks up at me. I get ready to fire off a second blow in case he gets any ideas but he raises his now bruised hands in surrender and walks away, clutching them against himself once more. 

Weakling much?

By now the last soldier has stopped to marvel at the scene before him. And instead of backing away like the last guy, he gets into a stance and smiles at me, a challenge.

" Not so fast bikkja, you're not winning THAT easy. Whatever's on that planet, won't be giving up so easy just because of a pretty face. You must fight like your life depends on it, because it will." He warns me.

Does he REALLY think I'm fighting just for kicks?  He'll think twice after I'm done with him.

"Last time I checked, we were here to fight, not sit in a circle and play patty cake. I don't need your advice, I clearly know what I'm doing, just ask your friends over there. " I point to the soldiers now sitting on the resting benches fifty feet away, getting medical attention. "And lucky you, you're next." I raise my staff and point it at his chest.

He smirks and grabs ahold of my staff, trying to yank it from my grasp.  I pull back and he does the same, managing to pull it from my grasp, much to my surprise. Before he can use it against me, I back-flip twice, gaining some distance from him. He growls at me and throws both staffs down, pulling two daggers that were sheathed on his back, I hadn't noticed them till now. I pull my katanas out as well, and not holding back any force, we begin fighting back and forth, metal hitting metal each time we swing. After what felt like a few good minutes, his swings were loosing momentum and I could tell he was getting weak. I take the opportunity to get in a few strong hits to his back, left arm, and knock him back a few feet by hitting his chest with the hilt of my katana. He was clearly shocked and pissed about it because he charges towards me for the last time as I pull both swords up, waiting for the right moment to strike and slice right across his chest, going through the leather and light metal armor that was supposed to protect him. He ends up on his knees, knocked off balance from the impact of the deep and sudden cut. Only then do I feel the sting on my left cheek and feel blood trickle down to my lips and the metal taste slips over my tongue like the blade that cut my seconds before. I look down at the soldier still on his knees smiling up at me.

"I must admit you put up a fair fight miss-" The soldier compliments me, though he's breathing hard.

That'll teach ya to underestimate me again.