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09 May 2007 @ 11:10 pm
HL50 Prompt - Day  
The conclusion to the story begun in To Sleep Perchance to Dream, Richie fights with a random Immortal after the events of Something Wicked....

The Quality of Mercy
Richie walked out of the diner, followed by the other Immortal, and they walked around to the back of the building, to a patch of scrubland. They made sure that they wouldn’t be witnessed and then pulled out their swords. Richie’s opponent carried a huge broadsword, unlike any design Richie had ever seen, and he suspected that this Immortal had it made to his own specifications, maybe even forged it himself.
He raised his own rapier in salute and stood ready. The two opponents circled each other, occasionally swinging or thrusting at the other, testing them, gauging their ability. Then Richie began his assault proper, thrusting his sword at his opponent’s chest. The blow was deflected by the broadsword, sending jarring vibrations down Richie’s arm.
He knew that this guy was bigger, stronger and held the more powerful weapon. His only hope was that he could be faster and smarter. He began to dodge and parry, aiming to tire his opponent, making occasional slashes whenever an opening occurred.
All the time that the fight was happening, Richie felt detached, as though he were watching someone else. He was able to analyse his opponent, predict his next move, with an almost clinical detachment that he had never felt before.
Only a few weeks ago he would never have even started this fight. He knew that should scare him, or at least bother him, but it didn’t. In the end, there could be only one, a lesson he had learned well.
His gambit was working, and his opponent’s blows were becoming less frequent, his breathing laboured. He was limping from a gash in his thigh and favouring his left arm from a similar swipe from Richie’s blade. With only one good arm he was having trouble raising his heavy sword. Richie saw his chance and came in for a final attack.
With lightning speed and ferocity he rained blow after blow on his opponent until his sword pierced his defences and Richie drove his blade into the man’s chest. Dropping his sword and clutching his chest, the man dropped to his knees. As he gasped for air, Richie noticed that blood bubbled from his mouth. The man was dying. If Richie walked away he was unlikely to chase him. He could end it now.
With a final swing of his sword, Richie ended it.
Kay: good philosophy -- live -- grow -- fightsilvercobwebs on May 10th, 2007 10:43 am (UTC)
A nice link between the the Dark Quickening arc and 'The End of Innocence'. I can easily imagine the fight you've described so well.
But, I don't want to be a pie,: happinessidontlikegravy on May 10th, 2007 05:39 pm (UTC)
Thanks, I always find it harder to write fights so I'm glad that you think I described it well. *bounces*
Alicia: hl ~ connor ~ my immortal ~ mediamond9697 on May 16th, 2007 11:07 am (UTC)
Wow. These two stories were well done and very moving. The thought processes that Richie was going through are well thought out. Well done!
But, I don't want to be a pie,: happinessidontlikegravy on May 16th, 2007 04:15 pm (UTC)
Thank you, coming from you that means a lot. *bounces*