Shadow Boxing
Irony was a troubled man.
For reasons unknown, he had a shadow. It was tailing him incessantly. He had called it out once already, and it had slipped behind him in fear.
"Coward!" He shouted into the dark.
He spun, like liquid lightning, and slipped in the remains of what had been a half-full glass bottle.
The shadow was in front of him again.
With all the speed of a motivated cheetah, he sprang to his feet, arms posed perfectly to attack the follower.
It was gone.
"Come and face me like a man!" He roared, eyes spinning wildly in his head to search for his adversary.
He charged forth in a mad rage, and abruptly the demon rose before him, posed to throw a wicked left hook.
"A-ha!" He shouted, his voice far louder than necessary.
He lunged at the demonic enemy with a high right cross, and it prepared its own left. He dove aside at the last moment, barely avoiding both the punch and the brick wall behind his foe.
His sworn enemy lunged, reading his mind to arrive at his landing place before Irony.
Irony bellowed in rage, face flushed with anticipation and exertion, and he kicked the wall an instant before impact, just hard enough to send him aside an inch before impact, and after his skin tore as he slid across the cement coated earth.
He was on his feet in a moment, eyes flashing as his enemy vanished.
"Where'd you go?" He demanded of the vacant air, eyes wide as if it would increase his range of vision. "Scared? If I was you, I'd be too!"
Irony's hands remained loosely fisted as he rotated on the spot, looking for his greatest foe. It slithered across the wall as he moved slowly, keeping it pinned with the force of his coral blue gaze. He stepped to the crouching enemy, and it rose to face him. Irony's cry of victory resonated as he thrust his open right palm toward the centre of the beast. The dark foe's left arm vanished, and Irony panicked, aborting his move at the last moment to make a wild, clearing gesture in chance of an attack.
"Thought you had me there, didn't you!" Irony bellowed at the wall. "Thought you were gonna get my hand, eh?"
The shadow sulked as Irony took a step back, hunching forward. "That's right! Nothing gets past this one!"
He stepped in again, faking a quick left jab at the rising shadow's head, his watch clinking as the momentum switched from forward to a taunting, 'come on,' motion.
"Hah! Gotcha there!" Irony laughed in the face of his enemy, and it moved closer to his. "What? You want somma this? Hah! You can't handle this!" The shadow said nothing, though it remained within an inch of his face.
"Oh? You do want this? Well, fine, then!"
He made a swift chopping motion at the shadow's neck, halting the attack at the last moment and turning his back to the enemy.
Irony spun again, flicking his hands at the dark foe. "Ha! You thought I was serious, didn't you?" Irony sniggered. "You aren't worth hitting!"
His eyes betrayed the lie however, for Irony had seen the shadow's own attack going for his wrist, and for fear of its deadly weapons, he had stopped.
He flicked his first two fingers at the shadow's head, held loosely so when he whipped the motion back the slapped together. He laughed more. "Come on! Did you think I would really do that?"
He shrugged, hands open and upward.
The shadow mocked him, adding a waving dismissal as it brought its black hands down.
Irony roared with fury, slamming his open palm into the wall just above the shadow's shoulder. "YOU ROTTEN POOF!" He snapped, not concerned with making sense.
Irony's other hand went over the shadow's other shoulder, and with all the force he could muster, he slammed his forehead against the shadow's in a vicious head butt.
Both combatants sunk slowly to the concrete, unconscious.
For reasons unknown, he had a shadow. It was tailing him incessantly. He had called it out once already, and it had slipped behind him in fear.
"Coward!" He shouted into the dark.
He spun, like liquid lightning, and slipped in the remains of what had been a half-full glass bottle.
The shadow was in front of him again.
With all the speed of a motivated cheetah, he sprang to his feet, arms posed perfectly to attack the follower.
It was gone.
"Come and face me like a man!" He roared, eyes spinning wildly in his head to search for his adversary.
He charged forth in a mad rage, and abruptly the demon rose before him, posed to throw a wicked left hook.
"A-ha!" He shouted, his voice far louder than necessary.
He lunged at the demonic enemy with a high right cross, and it prepared its own left. He dove aside at the last moment, barely avoiding both the punch and the brick wall behind his foe.
His sworn enemy lunged, reading his mind to arrive at his landing place before Irony.
Irony bellowed in rage, face flushed with anticipation and exertion, and he kicked the wall an instant before impact, just hard enough to send him aside an inch before impact, and after his skin tore as he slid across the cement coated earth.
He was on his feet in a moment, eyes flashing as his enemy vanished.
"Where'd you go?" He demanded of the vacant air, eyes wide as if it would increase his range of vision. "Scared? If I was you, I'd be too!"
Irony's hands remained loosely fisted as he rotated on the spot, looking for his greatest foe. It slithered across the wall as he moved slowly, keeping it pinned with the force of his coral blue gaze. He stepped to the crouching enemy, and it rose to face him. Irony's cry of victory resonated as he thrust his open right palm toward the centre of the beast. The dark foe's left arm vanished, and Irony panicked, aborting his move at the last moment to make a wild, clearing gesture in chance of an attack.
"Thought you had me there, didn't you!" Irony bellowed at the wall. "Thought you were gonna get my hand, eh?"
The shadow sulked as Irony took a step back, hunching forward. "That's right! Nothing gets past this one!"
He stepped in again, faking a quick left jab at the rising shadow's head, his watch clinking as the momentum switched from forward to a taunting, 'come on,' motion.
"Hah! Gotcha there!" Irony laughed in the face of his enemy, and it moved closer to his. "What? You want somma this? Hah! You can't handle this!" The shadow said nothing, though it remained within an inch of his face.
"Oh? You do want this? Well, fine, then!"
He made a swift chopping motion at the shadow's neck, halting the attack at the last moment and turning his back to the enemy.
Irony spun again, flicking his hands at the dark foe. "Ha! You thought I was serious, didn't you?" Irony sniggered. "You aren't worth hitting!"
His eyes betrayed the lie however, for Irony had seen the shadow's own attack going for his wrist, and for fear of its deadly weapons, he had stopped.
He flicked his first two fingers at the shadow's head, held loosely so when he whipped the motion back the slapped together. He laughed more. "Come on! Did you think I would really do that?"
He shrugged, hands open and upward.
The shadow mocked him, adding a waving dismissal as it brought its black hands down.
Irony roared with fury, slamming his open palm into the wall just above the shadow's shoulder. "YOU ROTTEN POOF!" He snapped, not concerned with making sense.
Irony's other hand went over the shadow's other shoulder, and with all the force he could muster, he slammed his forehead against the shadow's in a vicious head butt.
Both combatants sunk slowly to the concrete, unconscious.