24 January 2014

4th book, 48 pages in. Kitchen Spoon vs dark assassin sword.

Eclemuz rolls down the hill, falling into the frozen thin water below,
With Bolpa stopping just behind, knocked out by a hard blow,
Roccax takes Webrera’s hand, running down the path of the hill,
As Rogal opens the door, with a sword and want to kill,
Vani takes out his sword, prepared to fight this shypie male,
“Come on freak.” Vani shakes, as the cold turns him pale,
Beetev begins to run, tripping over a rock,
As Rogal swings his sword, hitting with a hard shock,
Pushing Vani back, as he slides his sword around,
Almost hitting Rogal, but just stabbing the ground,
The sword is lost from Vani’s hand, but he spins a fast kick,
Knocking Rogal down, he bows like it was a trick,
Arcata walks out the door, holding only a wooden spoon,
“Ha, A spoon?” Vani laughs hardest than all afternoon,
Swinging his sword again, only being deflected by her kitchen piece,
He swings back, as she uses the spoon to block then release,
Pointing the spoon, Arcata hits Vani right in the throat,
Knocking him back, he then frustrated, removes his coat,
Slamming it to the ground, exposing his cold muscled steaming skin,
Approaching Arcata, with a smirk of confidence to win,
Hitting the spoon and breaking it down the middle of the wood,
She steps back from him, as he remains where he stood,
A colder wind blows as he feels it go up his back,
Then begins to move for another hard attack,
Holding his sword up high, then pausing because of a sudden pain,
Feeling something warm run down, as his life slowly begins to drain,
A piece of sharp wood was stabbed into his chest,
Vani drops down, as if he is just coming to rest,
Disbelief on his face, “A fucking spoon kills me?”
He says as Rogal stands, “This just cannot be.”
Vani adds then fades from life with eyes still confused,
Rogal checks his wife, seeing if she was at all bruised.