Owa stepped into the fun house, and entered a room with Clown faces painted across the walls. Muilti-colored lights blinked erraticly on the walls, with a light fog at about knee height. The room was dark, even with the blinking lights, and had three doors. One being the entrance, another to the rightside of the room, and another on the leftside. Owa followed his opponent,
and went left.
The rotting floor boards creeked as he walked, and knew that this would be a dis-adavantage, as well as an advantage.
As Owa entered the room of mirrors he glanced around. The room was circular, and the walls, and roof were mirrors. Mirrors also were alligned all across the room in a spazmatic, yet syncronised fashion.
Where is he Owa thought come out, come out, wherever you are...
Owa turned to his right, and went into the maze of reflections. A light
fog was also surrounding the floor in this room, and a thin row of blinking lights
on the floor were lighting his way.
"Here I am" Veji's voice grumbled, and without warning he burst through a mirror.
Owa was forced to dodge his attackers blows. Veji came through with a flurry of punches, but Owa blocked or dodged each one. Veji stopped, and twirrled into a roundhouse kick. Owa ducked, just in time to feel the foot graze across his head. Owa quickly countered with an upper cut, but Veji's hand was quicker and grabbed it before any damage could be done. Owa jumped up into the air, and thrusted his feet into the chest of Veji, knocking him backwards.
Veji stumbled, then charged Owa, whom was not prepared for this quick counter-attack. Two fists hit Owa, one in the mouth, and one square in his chest. Owa gave out a struggled sigh, and fell backwards into many shards of glass. slicing open his back.
Aim to maim Owa thought.
Jumping to his feet, he stared at Veji. Veji stared back... Each man judging the other. How much strength could each opponent have left?
Breaking the deadlock, Owa charged and dove, but Veji side-stepped in time to evade the attack. Owa crashed into a mirror with a bang and the mirror shattered. His mouth was bleeding again, and beads of blood were forming stains on the back of his shirt from falling onto the glass shards.
Owa got to his knees, and stared down at the floor, thinking about what he could do to finish this... Here, and now.
As Owa looked at the floor boards, he noticed a piece of broken glass a glass dagger... Owa thought. He picked it up, and held it in his bloodied hands.
A voice from behind him spoke "All out of steam are we?"
With sudden energy, Owa jumped to his feet, and turned quickly, throwing the piece of glass towards his opponent, his enemy, the threat. "Not at all" Owa said.
The piece of glass burst into Veji's stomach with a loud pop sound. Blood started to gush from his stomach with immense force. Veji had a stunned, horrified look upon his face. Shock, surprise, and horror. Stumbling backwards, he fell through an empty mirror frame, and onto the floor. The glass shards on the floor sliced into his back, and he let out a terrible scream.
With Veji down, Owa just stared for a few moments. Regaining his composure. He walked to the motionless body of Veji... with hopes that this was all over.
Crack... crack... crack
The glass shattered under his feet as he walked, and as he came closer Veji's body, his hopes were shattered as Veji rolled over, and climbed to his feet.
With his back to Owa he spoke. "Nice shot... *****..."
"WHY CAN'T YOU BE STOPPED?" Owa screamed and ran towards Veji.
Veji turned around with a surprising amount of speed for a man who was just stabbed. He pulled back his fist, and as Owa neared he swung. hitting Owa directly upon the noise. The blood from Owa's noise gushed in an amazing fashion. It poured onto the floor like a fountain.
broken he thought.
Stumbling backwards, he fell against the wall of mirrors, and leaned there with his hands on his face, trying to stop the bleeding. His hands were covered in the warm red stuff.
Veji bent down, and picked up a glass piece. The light reflected off it as Veji stared at it. Owa's opponent was now laughing like a mad-man. Just stareing.
What the hell is wrong with him? Did I knock his ****ing brains out? he thought.
Almost as if he had heard these thoughts, Veji swiftly brought the glass up into the air like a knife, and charged his opponent. The glass under his feet shattered as he ran. The mirrors recorded his every move in real-time.
Owa had no time to react, and Veji brought the glass into Owa's shoulder. As it entered with a pop, and squish, the blood started to spray out of his shoulder. covering Veji's face, and inhibiting his sight.
Both warriors laid against the mirror wall as blood sprayed everywheres. Covering the walls like it were a sluaghter house, and covering their faces as if they were tribal men. A bloody war paint.
"Bastard" Owa screamed as he grabbed ahold of Veji's head, and slammed it into the mirror wall. The glass on the mirror did not break at first, but after four or five hits the glass suddenly shattered, and sent pieces into Veji's eyes, nose, mouth, cheeks, and forhead. Veji was now screaming in terrible pain, his world started to go black and he passed out.
Owa let his body drop to the floor, and it started to have spasms. Owa grinned, as he stepped over the body, and went to the direction of the door.
Crack... crack... crack under his feet, as he limped across the floor.
Turning to look at his opponent, and the mess they left in the room he almost
felt pity for this little man, he has tried, but has yet to achieve victory...
maybe someday... owa pondered as he stepped out of the room for good.
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Veji regained conscience after about 15 minutes. He laid in his bloodied body, and shattered ego.
All he could say was "...A lunge, and a feint... a parry to late..." and then he blacked out again.