01-08-2008, 01:40 AM
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Arkham had never really tried very hard for anything. He was not easily excited and had no long-lasting and profound goals for his life. If nothing else came along, he would probably be content in lazing about the beach for the rest of his life because watching the sun rise and fall was good enough for him. So this was, perhaps, the first time that he had ever really wanted to be something. He wanted to be better than Andrezej because, if nothing else, he simply did not deserve to be the best -- so Arkham wanted to be better, stronger, faster, more powerful. If they had to play the opposites, then he would prove that good was better than evil and that having reasons were better than having none.
He felt his brother's teeth clip at his ears as they shoved each other like sumo wrestlers in the sand, little feet slipping easily against the thousands of yellow grains. They were more or less evenly matched. A few seconds between births hadn't made one larger than the other. Furious, he allowed himself to be pushed back a step or two before hurling all of his weight forward at once in an attempt to knock the other over. Even so young and with no real fight experience behind him, Arkham understood that if he could get Andre onto his back, both his throat and stomach would be very exposed.
He felt his brother's teeth clip at his ears as they shoved each other like sumo wrestlers in the sand, little feet slipping easily against the thousands of yellow grains. They were more or less evenly matched. A few seconds between births hadn't made one larger than the other. Furious, he allowed himself to be pushed back a step or two before hurling all of his weight forward at once in an attempt to knock the other over. Even so young and with no real fight experience behind him, Arkham understood that if he could get Andre onto his back, both his throat and stomach would be very exposed.