4: He Does Not Bleed, Still�Nevermind, He Does

Sonny and his father, Arthur, fight.

                Sonny was surprised, but ready.

 

                He, swiftly and smoothly, held Yuna up, which—when Arthur thrust forward with his blade—blocked for him.

                The blades met, the sound of metals trying hard to slice one another.

 

                Arthur had this angry and determined look on his face.

                Sonny had a simple smile on his face, which eased into an excited sort of look.

 

                For a moment, they just looked at each other. They didn’t cease to press hardly their blades against their opponent’s, but, at the same time, they were just chilled and calm.

 

                There was a rush that came with fighting; the boost of adrenaline. For these two, father and son, it had not fully hit the fan for them.

                True, Arthur rushed at Sonny, though, that was no adrenal rush.

                It was a preliminary rush, of sorts.

 

                Arthur’s facial expression spilled into a vacant one.

                Sonny’s smile turned flat, and he soon fell into that same state of nothingness.

 

                The rush was coming upon them.

 

                Sonny was the first to come back; he was younger, so this was inevitable.

                He pressed harder as his expression intensified.

 

                The concentration that came with the rush, for Sonny, acted somewhat as a catalyst for Arthur, reaching and grabbing him, then pulling him back to the fight.

 

                Arthur’s perception returned through a creaky smile.

 

                The air split, as the force of Sonny and Arthur, pressing at each other, clashed and drove them, flying backwards.

 

                Immediately, Sonny sprang forward, impelling Yuna at his father.

                Arthur parried this attack by slashing James at the nearing Yuna, which pressed it to the ground, impeding Sonny.

 

                Arthur, without delay, swung around and kicked Sonny in the face, hurling Sonny a few meters away.

 

                Sonny lurched up, brushing himself off.

 

                “That was a cheap shot, damn it!” he said, referring to the kick.

                “Get over it; it’s not like you can really feel it,” retorted Arthur. He positioned James on his shoulder.

                Yuna dissolved into the air, leaving shiny dust-like particles behind.

                “You’re right,” said Sonny, laughing. “What a shame.”

 

                Sonny held out his hand, his fist unclenched. An eddy of light surged around Sonny’s hand thereafter, as Yuna materialized in Sonny’s grasp.

 

                “What, you’re too lazy to come get it?” asked Arthur.

                “Reasonably,” said Sonny. “Seeing as how you’d get me.”

                Sonny looked at Yuna, smiling at it.

                “Now, no cheap shots; I want to beat you hastily so I can eat,” Sonny said, looking from Yuna to his father.

                “You’re planning on eating me afterwards, are you?” asked Arthur.

                Victoria was sniggering to herself, listening to them. Sonny laughed too.

                “I dunno. Let’s ask my stomach,” said Sonny. He patted his belly. It growled. “It sure is hungry. I think I just might—“

                Sonny’s words were obstructed, as Arthur had, once again, kicked Sonny in the face. This time, however, Arthur had leaped at Sonny, extending his leg, and had kicked him straight on.

                Accordingly, Sonny had flown back, though this time, about twenty yards further back.

 

                Upon recovering, Sonny stood, and spat out some blood.

                “You mother fu—“

                “Sonny, you bled!” exclaimed Arthur.

                “Were you about to curse, Sonny Benjamin Ambrose?” asked Victoria in a very demanding and discontented sort of way.

 

                Sonny looked on the ground. Amid the white, snowy land was positioned blue and purple splattered liquid.

                 Sonny subsequently squealed and lost consciousness.