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Cyrus and Johan
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Date Posted: 03/ 3/05 8:01:41pm Thu
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Cyrus didn't get the chance to dodge the next lump that came, in the form of Johan's knuckle across the back of his head. "No, he is just mouthy," he said, not paying attention, and Cyrus reached for the hilt of his sword.
There was a flash, and both were flying through the air, literally catapulting away from Myuler's house, giving Johan time to draw his own swords and stop his flight, "Drawing on your old man then? Better brace yourself, because I'm going to thrash on you boyo," he said.
Then he realized that he had just lost track of Cyrus (At that same instant, there was a knock on the door to the Shra Dragon house).
Pure instinct set Johan's mismatched swords in the path of the glowing blue, overlong katana that Cyrus held, barring it from knocking Johan out of the sky right then and there.
Pure force set Cyrus flipping backwards in the same before hard wingflaps stopped the flight, but Johan was already on the offensive, both blade's coming around, one from each side, one at Cyrus's right rib, the other at his waist.
Had Johan not known how fast his son was, he might have been astonished as, Cyrus seemed to roll in midair, going to the left with his upper body while his lower went to the right, then up, kicking the back of Johan's blade, momentarily offbalancing the silver colored of Johan's blades.
However, it was with a flourish that his gold colored blade came around, along with his wing on that side, both going straight for Cyrus, who blocked with the Fia'A'Vell'Turr, held vertically.
Yet again, Cyrus went hurtling backwards, this time however, he vanished from sight, and reappeared, without so much as the stirring of air, with his blade heading in a low, horizontal drawcut for Johan's stomach.
The silver colored sword that Johan normally used in his left hand suddenly spun freely in the air as Johan's blood dripped in the sky, coming not from his stomach, but from his left hand, though the wound wasn't deep.
A sharp jerk of his hand, and the Fia'A'Vell'Turr was brushed aside, even as Johan reached up, catching his sword, and struck with both, forming an X with the two weapons, and forcing Cyrus to block with his wings.
The sheer force sent Cyrus hurtling from the sky, and crashing into a stack of pallets, having only just enough time to brace for the impact, somehow turning so that his wing struck, and he avoided serious injury.
And then the two came together again, blades locked, before, now that they were on the ground, Johan broke the lock of his blades with Cyrus's own sword, and went low, his swords coming in for a deadly upward doyble-thrust (Johan knew he could find a healer easily enough for Cyrus).
Johan had thought the fight was over, and he was as usual, right. The problem was, he didn't know why it was over, for Cyrus moved to the right as the Fia'A'Vell'Turr batted away one of the two swords, and Cyrus's left foot came uup moments after he dodged the other weapon.
For the first time in eleven years, someone drew blood on Johan, the man flying backwards from the sharp crack of Cyrus's foot across his nose.
While Johan was seeing stars, Cyrus panted, looking around.
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