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Posted by dragonfang on Mar 26, 2007 13:40:14 GMT -6
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Five figures slowly circled Kaz at varrying distances from him. Moving closer then further away as if trying to gague his strength and capabilities before engaging him. Their pattern was erratic and unpredictable. Their complete silence is eerie, as if death itself was stalking him. Kaz, blind as he was in this room, was open and vulnerable to their attacks. Cocking his head, he thought he heard a shuffle of a foot, no, just his immagination. Calm down, he tells himself. He began to click his teeth out of impatience, then chastised himself, he didn't want to give off the impression they were wearing at his nerves. Though it had already been over two hours, he had to stand strong and give off confidence. Something clicked in his head. He began clicking his fingers together, the metal on his gauntlets tapping together. Listening for the echo, or the lack there of.
<THERE!> Spinning quickly he dropped into a crouch as one of them moved towards him, the sound from his clicking didn't echo back as loud from that direction as it had from the others. Grabbing one of his knives he flung it in the direction of the one who just moved at him. Not waiting for a reaction, he sprung up and back, doing a back handspring, one leg leading ahead of the other. He felt pressure on his foot, as it connected witht he chin of the figure. The pressure was gone a moment later as the figure was kicked away and Kaz continued his handspring. When he stopped he bumped into yet another figure. <FUCK!> While moving he couldn't concentrate enough on the sound to decern where the others were. Throwing an elbow at the one behind him, impacting on the figure's chest, and the figure went flying. A fist slammed into his face from the side of him, sending him flying into the wall. His head impacting hard on the wall. He began to pull himself up when his chest was impacted three times, each felt as big as a knife, one at his heart the other his right lung, and his stomach. Calling out to the computer, "Stop!" Reaching behind his head, he pulled his blindfold off. Looking down at his chest, were three red marks. The 'knives' didn't have a deadly tip, but a tip of coloring, to mark the hits, then fall. "Two, two out of five, and only one I noticed. Didn't think it'd be this hard, just removing outside noise and having to rely on my own senses completely." He spoke to himself dissapointedly.
Standing up, "Save recording, End program!", As the figures faded away, he looked at the one who had punched him into the wall. <Psion, Nyle. That little shrimp could never give that kind of blow. Wonder what he's up to.> The figure faded from view. The computer and randomly generated these figures so it was just a coincidence of looks. Kaz walked out of the training room and headed for the Gym and the uneven bars, and pool to cool down.
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