The Dangers of Running Too Fast

Axelle Napier · 01-09-2012, 05:28 PM

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Word Count: 307

Points: 3

Hearing the femme take another bite out of the rabbit pissed her off. Sure, leave less of a prize for me… She wanted to growl, but yet she didn’t want to show any emotion to the whole thing. She wanted to defeat the girl and get this over with because honestly, there wasn’t much going for her if she did win.

Noticing the femme’s tiny knife made Axelle drop her proud shoulders. She would need to throw her Katana off to the side after all, not wanting to slice and dice the female. She unclipped the belt and carefully took it off, throwing it to the opposite side of the half-eaten prized rabbit carcass. There had been a hunting knife strapped to her ankle, and she pulled it out of it’s cute little sheath. Now they were even, and Axelle wasn’t too sure about the fight or winning anymore. She wasn’t trained with using the little hunting knife as a sword, and if she were to win this fight, it would be by chance.

Screw it. She stepped forward toward the femme, so now they were facing each other at a respectful distance. Then, Axelle lunged- blade at a stabbing position and she aimed for the female’s shoulder. She wasn’t trying to inflict any serious injuries, but yet she didn’t really care. She had to keep the thought in mind, though, as she was fighting and they were playing with sharp things here. She didn’t have the intentions of killing the other, but she might forget that as the fight continued.

Time seemed to go so slow from when she began running towards the other, to the time of contact. She wasn’t sure if the blade had connected with what she wanted, but she hoped so. Hell, she would be happy if it grazed the surface- anything really.

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