Matt and I jumped back in our cars and drove off. We both knew where we were heading. The only place young adults with cars go to get the ‘pissed off, ’ on. We pulled in. It was a late monday afternoon, about two o’clock. It would be time before any of those high school juniors and seniors show up.
Matt and I parked where we needed to be. We both got out and stood at our doors. “Ah.” Matt said. “Great grandpa told me he and your Great grandpa use to race any military vehicle they could.”
I laughed “Yeah they also made a contest of shooting the most koreans.”
Matt started to laugh too. “Is that our next competition?”
“Na, for now lets just race.”
We were in the sand flats. An old part of the lakes that dried up. There is an old boat launch there were a bunch of teens set up a starting line. At the far end near the water there was a set of poles. That was the finish. The path was a tuff one. the path was rocky and full of pits from the lake bed. A few times I even discovered some cool fossilized fish and a few fishing poles.This was the place.
I checked the clock again. Still about two o’clock. This was the time. There is only a few people who will do this on a monday during school or work. We got back in and I reved up until we were in sink and then blast my horn. It was on! Matt floored it and his tires spun up sand until he could get a grip. I took it slow and got out and sped up by about ten miles per second. Matt’s car was faster than mine, at top speed. As long as I was ahead anuff by the time we hit top speed then I only needed five hundred feet to keep ahead of him. I looked back and Matt was there, really close. I floored it and he was still gaining. We were at top speed. I look ahead and could see it was going to be too close to call. I crossed the line and pulled the brake hard! I spun my wheel one way then the other as fast as I could and my back end spon all the way around. MAtt jumped from his car and knew just was we were doing as our tiebreaker. I popped the trunk and got out. The second I got up i held my hand out and caught it and got in my stance.
Matt had pulled a pair of my wooden swords out of the trunk. I made them from the same log split in half and carved in to the swords we hold now. I held my sword in front of me incase he was ready to start now.
“Hra!” Matt made the first move coming at me with a sword strike down from my top right. My hand was in the bottom right side pointing to top left.
*Chok*
Full contact, sword on sword.
And so it began.
Matt and I have spared with sticks since we were kids. Matt has alway been envious of my natural sword skills.
Matt struck again and locked swords with me. He pushed back until I was backed up against my car hood
“Think you got me Matt?” I asked him as I held back his blade.
“I'm not that cocky I learned my lesson.” He smiled.
One day we were fighting and I let Matt back me into a corner like this and I slipped out and cornered him.
“I love corners.” I grinned.
The look on Matt's face dropped“Shit.”
I jumped up and landed on the hood of my car. I jumped back and landed on the other side of the car and took off into the sand flats.
Matt ran after and started to gain on me so I stopped and turned and made a charge at his sword arm.
Ok I probably should've explained rules. If you're hit in the arm you must put it behind you back. If its your sword hand you can switch hands. If all arms are out you can pick up the opponent's sword and execute them. If you are hit in the leg then you have to hop on your other foot. If both legs are hit you can crawl. The duel is won if you make contact to your opponent's torso.
