Knife Fight

Just a small piece taken from a book idea I had. It wont explain the magic so just roll with it.

“That does it.” Jarod thought. He sprang over the table knocking it over and causing the patrons of the bar to turn their heads. In seconds Jarod had Logan around the throat, and threw him backwards over his chair. Logan fell, hitting the ground hard, and let out a soft groan. He looked back up at Jarod from the floor, a growl escaping his lips.

            “You’re going to regret that boy”

He set his arms under him and stood calmly, his fierce eyes never leaving Jarod’s. Logan was angry, exactly what Jarod wanted. The other patrons were now giving the two their full attention, some of them letting out the occasional cheer while the other’s pulled away chairs and tables making a small ring around them. Jarod shifted his right leg back and readied his fists, this was no novice he was fighting, this was Logan, and no man had ever stood against him and came out clean. Logan reached down fingering at the dagger on his side.

 “He’s going straight for the dagger, good.” Jarod thought.

They stood there for a moment more, their eyes never leaving each other Jarod could almost smell the murder in Logan. Suddenly Logan burst forward simultaneously ripping the dagger from its sheath. He thrust the dagger forward. Jarod twisted left and punched down on the hand. His fist connected, and the knife clattered to the ground. Logan growled again and jabbed twice at Jarod’s head, hitting him hard, sending him reeling back against one of the walls. Logan was a hard hitter.

Jarod looked up just in time to see Logan’s fist curving for his head. Jarod lifted his arm, blocking the blow, and grabbed Logan by his collars. He charged forward, slamming him into the opposite wall. He lay into him with a flurry of punches each one harder than the last. Logan roared and took Jarod by the head, whipping him about and brutally slamming his head against the wall.

 Stars danced in Jarod’s eyes, a metallic taste filled his mouth. Blood. Jarod turned, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and fell limp against the wall. The other patrons were going crazy now, standing in their chairs, raising their mugs and cheering him on. He glanced over to Logan who was walking calmly toward his knife that still lay on the ground. Jarod tried to stand but didn’t have the strength to move his legs, that last blow must have done some hurt him more than he had thought. He moved his hand to his head and brought it back in front of his face.

More blood. He looked back over at Logan, He had retrieved his dagger and was now walking back toward Jarod. There was determination in his step, murder in his eyes. Jarod could feel the energy now. One of the patrons stepped out from the crowd behind and put a hand on Logan’s shoulder, trying to stop him. Logan spun, fist leading, and knocked the man back. He turned and continued his walk.

A fire burned in Jarod’s eyes, he looked down to the floor. Logan reached Jarod, lifted the knife above his head, and struck downward, aiming for his eye. The fire coursed through his body, it was pure power. The dagger seemed to slow down to Jarod’s eyes. The fire coursed freely through his body. Jarod moved his head to the side, the dagger digging deep into the wooden wall with a loud thud. Logan’s eyes widened and Jarod looked up from the floor, turning to face Logan, his eyes seemed to glow blue. Logan staggered backwards, dropping his dagger. Jarod rushed Logan, reaching him before the dagger had even hit the floor beneath them. Jarod’s fist collided with Logan’s chest, lifting him from the ground and launching him into the wall opposite of them.

Wood planks cracked and splintered and Logan’s body crumpled to the floor. The bar fell silent, patrons freezing in place, they looked upon him with awe, who was this man? Jarod ignored the stares and strode up to Logan’s body, grabbing it by the front of the shirt. He lifted the body a few inches off the ground, Logan’s body was limp and his head slumped down from the movement, it looked as though he was dead. Jarod knew better.

“Don’t play me Logan! Show me your true self!” he shouted.

Logan’s body stirred, his muscles tightening. He lifted his head revealing a set of blue glowing with energy.

“Now” he said. “Let’s really begin.”

Author's Note

remember this is was taken out of a story idea so the magic wont make sense to you so no comments about that and also I just want to know how it sounds so ignore grammar

Reviews

[David Jae]

This is very strong, with a lot of powerful imagery. Phrases like the dagger ripping from it's sheath add a lot of power. The fight is well-written and is full of energy, something that I struggle with.

Ganbare