Description "Alex Common" Alex thoughts "Myrian" "Fratava" "Others"
The distance between them was only a few feet however the vast yawning chasm that sprawled out before them had been growing for years. Randall was an abusive son of a bitch, a thuggish brute with nothing but narcissism. Finally it’d reached breaking point for Alex and now he had finally snapped. Something inside had shattered like glass against a hard marble floor.
“What are you waiting for then boy? Kill me if I need to just die!” Randall smiled despite the blood he was still holding his cool and calm trying to push Alex over the edge. Alex on the other hand was teetering on the edge of lunging at him but one mistake and that was it, curtains.
“Still afraid to take a life? It’s so easy, after all they’re so fragile.” His words dripped with a venom that Alex couldn’t stand listening too. And now Randall broke the stillness first charging in and trying to strike down Alex. The full weight of the blade behind a large horizontal cut which Alex braced withy both blades trying to reduce the impact however the full force couldn’t be stifled. Alex damned near flew off his feet even in full plate and trained to absorb big heavy blows. Skidding back a couple of inches and feel a pounding ache in his arms Alex rolled his right blade around the larger one and then in a single motion took off Randall’s hand. Eliciting a sound Alex had never heard before, a cream of anguish from his “father”. Alex lifted his right leg and booted Randal in the stomach and back to the floor as his right hand and sword smashed into the ground.
“I said you needed to die. I didn’t say it had to be painless.” Alex now glared down at his father eyes full of fury, hatred and disgust.
The distance between them was only a few feet however the vast yawning chasm that sprawled out before them had been growing for years. Randall was an abusive son of a bitch, a thuggish brute with nothing but narcissism. Finally it’d reached breaking point for Alex and now he had finally snapped. Something inside had shattered like glass against a hard marble floor.
“What are you waiting for then boy? Kill me if I need to just die!” Randall smiled despite the blood he was still holding his cool and calm trying to push Alex over the edge. Alex on the other hand was teetering on the edge of lunging at him but one mistake and that was it, curtains.
“Still afraid to take a life? It’s so easy, after all they’re so fragile.” His words dripped with a venom that Alex couldn’t stand listening too. And now Randall broke the stillness first charging in and trying to strike down Alex. The full weight of the blade behind a large horizontal cut which Alex braced withy both blades trying to reduce the impact however the full force couldn’t be stifled. Alex damned near flew off his feet even in full plate and trained to absorb big heavy blows. Skidding back a couple of inches and feel a pounding ache in his arms Alex rolled his right blade around the larger one and then in a single motion took off Randall’s hand. Eliciting a sound Alex had never heard before, a cream of anguish from his “father”. Alex lifted his right leg and booted Randal in the stomach and back to the floor as his right hand and sword smashed into the ground.
“I said you needed to die. I didn’t say it had to be painless.” Alex now glared down at his father eyes full of fury, hatred and disgust.
