by OmniPotent ARTS
Chapter I: The Decisive Battle
Two shadowy figures stand tall in a square ring. Panting heavily, gasping for air, each holding a different part of their body. One figure holding his arm, the other figure holding his rib. The sunlight beams through the dark clouds and the faces of each fighter become clear. It is Quater and Punkfilter. These two fighters were the last direct students of Aikido. Punkfilter fell off the path of righteousness while training. Since then, him and Q always had different thoughts on how WOTN should be run. Each time they got together, their differences led to a conflict resulting in a fight. However, each time they fought, something always stopped one from finishing the other. This time it was different, neither of them would let anything stop them from finally settling this age old debate. Q stood tall and let go of his arm. He wiped the blood from under his lip and grinned at Punkfilter. PF unclenched his rib and started walking towards Q slowly. As he approached, Q got into a defensive stance and eagerly awaited the next attack. PF smiled wide and rushed at Q. He began throwing coordinated punches and kicks, all of which Q blocked with ease. PF never gave up, his attack was relentless but the massive amount of attacks resulted in low power for each strike. Q began to see what PF was doing. He was using low power attacks and maximum quality to wear on his energy. PF was always the fighter with more stamina, Q was always the one with more mental capacity.
Q soon realized he couldn’t put up with much more of this. His eyes started to follow every strike instead of staring into PF’s eyes. Each strike seemed to slow down and Q was finally able to see an opening. As PF’s next punch came in, Q dodged to the side and grabbed PF’s hand, he swung it around his and brought it to the back of PF causing PF to bend down in pain. Q had him in a standard arm bar. One false move and PF’s arm would snap. He ached out in pain as Q took a breather. PF turned his head and looked at Q with a wince.
“You do realize, you can only hold this position for so long before I counter and kill you. You were always the suck-up. You never took charge, you were and still are a softy Q. Be a man like me, do something. DO SOMETHING!”
Q grinned at PF’s harsh words. In a sense, he was right, Q always followed procedure and standards whether they be harsh and unruly. Still, Q wouldn’t let those words get into his head. He shook it off and applied more pressure to the armbar causing PF to scream out in pain. The clouds above started to swirl. They became dark and the sun was soon eclipsed by what looked like impending rain. The echo of PF’s scream travels for miles. Once again, PF gasped and looked at Q.
“Listen to me you FOOL! You are worthless, give up now and I promise to kill you slowly. When I left the dojo, I became more diverse and powerful. The only reason you are still alive is because I pity you. You can’t even become what I am. Just GIVE U…”
Before PF could finish his sentence, Q jerked his arm forward and put him into a choke hold. PF began gasping for breath. Q knew holding pressure on the carotid artery for 10 seconds would cause him to pass out. But that wasn’t his intention. Q wanted to end it now. He couldn’t take it. The words from PF banging around in his head. Was he right? Was Q just a lowly follower? NO! Q squeezed harder on PF’s neck. Rain started to drip down on them. PF looked up and smiled, he was never happier to see such a beautiful sight. It was like he always imagined, a duel to the death with rain and thundering clouds above. He wouldn’t go out this easily. With the rain now down pouring, Q’s grip became more lucid. PF took this split second to jerk his head back into Q’s with nasty force causing Q to let go and stumble back holding his nose. Blood began to drip from his nose as PF fell to the ground coughing harshly.
Q ran at PF again, but this time PF was prepared, his looked back at Q closing in and swept his foot across the ground. Q stumbled over the sweep and began to fall right at PF. PF grinned largely and jerked up his elbow. Q’s throat fell right onto the elbow and he immediately coughed up blood. As Q slid off PF’s elbow, PF grabbed him by the throat and lifted him into the air as he stood up. The thunder and rain made PF enjoy this moment all the more. Q grabbed onto PF’s arms and tried struggling free, but no use. PF tightened his grip and began laughing maniacally. Q felt the pressure on his neck tighten as his airway began to narrow more and more. He looked at PF with one eye closed wincing in pain. PF continued to laugh and then threw his foot up cracking Q on the side of the face sending him flying to the other side of the arena. Q struggled to his knees panting for oxygen. His trembling hand reached the side of his face, he felt a wetness unlike the rain. He looked at his hand, it was full of blood. Q’s eyes began to get hazy, his vision was being distorted. PF slammed his temporal lobe. Q knew this wasn’t good. Without proper vision, his martial arts were all but useless. He saw with blurry vision, PF walking casually over to him. Q tried to stand but fell back to his knees. PF was now standing over him. The rain was hitting him hard. He stood tall like a god. Q looked up and smirked.
“So is this how it will end? You will kill me and take control over the land. You know as well as I, you don’t have the mental capacity to control WOTN.”
These words enraged PF as he dug his foot into Q’s stomach. Q fell over gripping his stomach. His thoughts were now all but blank. The only thing he could make out was PF’s angry face. The rain soon became a distant sound in his ear. PF became more of a shadow in his eyes. Everything seemed almost like a dream now. Q saw himself as a child training with his master. PF was there too. Was this a reconciled flashback? Q continued to watch what was happening. He saw him and PF laughing together before the split. Their master yelling at them to pay attention and focus. After about 15 minutes, the session was over. PF ran towards the dojo but Q stayed where he was. He continued to practice his moves as his master looked over him. Soon, his master came over to him and kneeled down to his level. He looked Q in the eyes and told him something.
“Remember Q, no matter how big the enemy, no matter how strong they are, you always control the outcome of the battle. Never let defeat hang over you as the only option. Remember this, for it will help you someday.”
Those words began to echo everywhere as Q snapped back into reality. PF was still standing over him speaking but Q couldn’t hear a word. That sentence keep repeating over and over again. Q shifted his eyes all around looking for anyway to turn this battle. He then saw it. With PF being smug and arrogant Q saw he wasn’t paying attention to his center of gravity. Q inhaled and then exhaled all the breath he had, with that burst of energy, he kicked PF right below his kneecap behind his leg, PF’s leg buckled and he fell instantly. Q inhaled and exhaled again taking every burst of energy to coordinate his moves. He threw his open palm at PF’s head causing PF’s neck to snap back. Q then swept his forearm across PF’s throat. PF grasped his throat gasping for air and Q flipped over him and threw a knee into his kidney. PF doubled over grabbing his ribs. Q threw his hands across PF’s neck and grasped tightly. He moved closer to PF’s ear.
“Don’t you ever underestimate your opponent. Master taught us that. I’m sorry but it ends here.”
With those words passing through PF’s head, Q shed a tear that rolled down his bloody, wet face. As the tear streamed down his face, a large crunching sound was head. Q clenched his hands and ripped them to the left snapping PF’s neck in a split second. The tear fell from his cheek onto the ground. The rain was still coming down heavy as Q let PF drop to the floor slowly. He closed PF’s eyes with his fingers and stood tall. The blood on the side of his face has stopped streaming and the rain poured over him. For the first time, Q felt as if the rain washed away all the pain PF has caused him and this world. It was over now. Q looked around the arena. Broken stone, tree debris everywhere, this truly was the final confrontation. Q began to slowly walk away from the now deceased PF. He must return to the 4-obelisk tower and prepare a speech. It was his time to govern the masses.
Chapter I: The Decisive Battle
Two shadowy figures stand tall in a square ring. Panting heavily, gasping for air, each holding a different part of their body. One figure holding his arm, the other figure holding his rib. The sunlight beams through the dark clouds and the faces of each fighter become clear. It is Quater and Punkfilter. These two fighters were the last direct students of Aikido. Punkfilter fell off the path of righteousness while training. Since then, him and Q always had different thoughts on how WOTN should be run. Each time they got together, their differences led to a conflict resulting in a fight. However, each time they fought, something always stopped one from finishing the other. This time it was different, neither of them would let anything stop them from finally settling this age old debate. Q stood tall and let go of his arm. He wiped the blood from under his lip and grinned at Punkfilter. PF unclenched his rib and started walking towards Q slowly. As he approached, Q got into a defensive stance and eagerly awaited the next attack. PF smiled wide and rushed at Q. He began throwing coordinated punches and kicks, all of which Q blocked with ease. PF never gave up, his attack was relentless but the massive amount of attacks resulted in low power for each strike. Q began to see what PF was doing. He was using low power attacks and maximum quality to wear on his energy. PF was always the fighter with more stamina, Q was always the one with more mental capacity.
Q soon realized he couldn’t put up with much more of this. His eyes started to follow every strike instead of staring into PF’s eyes. Each strike seemed to slow down and Q was finally able to see an opening. As PF’s next punch came in, Q dodged to the side and grabbed PF’s hand, he swung it around his and brought it to the back of PF causing PF to bend down in pain. Q had him in a standard arm bar. One false move and PF’s arm would snap. He ached out in pain as Q took a breather. PF turned his head and looked at Q with a wince.
“You do realize, you can only hold this position for so long before I counter and kill you. You were always the suck-up. You never took charge, you were and still are a softy Q. Be a man like me, do something. DO SOMETHING!”
Q grinned at PF’s harsh words. In a sense, he was right, Q always followed procedure and standards whether they be harsh and unruly. Still, Q wouldn’t let those words get into his head. He shook it off and applied more pressure to the armbar causing PF to scream out in pain. The clouds above started to swirl. They became dark and the sun was soon eclipsed by what looked like impending rain. The echo of PF’s scream travels for miles. Once again, PF gasped and looked at Q.
“Listen to me you FOOL! You are worthless, give up now and I promise to kill you slowly. When I left the dojo, I became more diverse and powerful. The only reason you are still alive is because I pity you. You can’t even become what I am. Just GIVE U…”
Before PF could finish his sentence, Q jerked his arm forward and put him into a choke hold. PF began gasping for breath. Q knew holding pressure on the carotid artery for 10 seconds would cause him to pass out. But that wasn’t his intention. Q wanted to end it now. He couldn’t take it. The words from PF banging around in his head. Was he right? Was Q just a lowly follower? NO! Q squeezed harder on PF’s neck. Rain started to drip down on them. PF looked up and smiled, he was never happier to see such a beautiful sight. It was like he always imagined, a duel to the death with rain and thundering clouds above. He wouldn’t go out this easily. With the rain now down pouring, Q’s grip became more lucid. PF took this split second to jerk his head back into Q’s with nasty force causing Q to let go and stumble back holding his nose. Blood began to drip from his nose as PF fell to the ground coughing harshly.
Q ran at PF again, but this time PF was prepared, his looked back at Q closing in and swept his foot across the ground. Q stumbled over the sweep and began to fall right at PF. PF grinned largely and jerked up his elbow. Q’s throat fell right onto the elbow and he immediately coughed up blood. As Q slid off PF’s elbow, PF grabbed him by the throat and lifted him into the air as he stood up. The thunder and rain made PF enjoy this moment all the more. Q grabbed onto PF’s arms and tried struggling free, but no use. PF tightened his grip and began laughing maniacally. Q felt the pressure on his neck tighten as his airway began to narrow more and more. He looked at PF with one eye closed wincing in pain. PF continued to laugh and then threw his foot up cracking Q on the side of the face sending him flying to the other side of the arena. Q struggled to his knees panting for oxygen. His trembling hand reached the side of his face, he felt a wetness unlike the rain. He looked at his hand, it was full of blood. Q’s eyes began to get hazy, his vision was being distorted. PF slammed his temporal lobe. Q knew this wasn’t good. Without proper vision, his martial arts were all but useless. He saw with blurry vision, PF walking casually over to him. Q tried to stand but fell back to his knees. PF was now standing over him. The rain was hitting him hard. He stood tall like a god. Q looked up and smirked.
“So is this how it will end? You will kill me and take control over the land. You know as well as I, you don’t have the mental capacity to control WOTN.”
These words enraged PF as he dug his foot into Q’s stomach. Q fell over gripping his stomach. His thoughts were now all but blank. The only thing he could make out was PF’s angry face. The rain soon became a distant sound in his ear. PF became more of a shadow in his eyes. Everything seemed almost like a dream now. Q saw himself as a child training with his master. PF was there too. Was this a reconciled flashback? Q continued to watch what was happening. He saw him and PF laughing together before the split. Their master yelling at them to pay attention and focus. After about 15 minutes, the session was over. PF ran towards the dojo but Q stayed where he was. He continued to practice his moves as his master looked over him. Soon, his master came over to him and kneeled down to his level. He looked Q in the eyes and told him something.
“Remember Q, no matter how big the enemy, no matter how strong they are, you always control the outcome of the battle. Never let defeat hang over you as the only option. Remember this, for it will help you someday.”
Those words began to echo everywhere as Q snapped back into reality. PF was still standing over him speaking but Q couldn’t hear a word. That sentence keep repeating over and over again. Q shifted his eyes all around looking for anyway to turn this battle. He then saw it. With PF being smug and arrogant Q saw he wasn’t paying attention to his center of gravity. Q inhaled and then exhaled all the breath he had, with that burst of energy, he kicked PF right below his kneecap behind his leg, PF’s leg buckled and he fell instantly. Q inhaled and exhaled again taking every burst of energy to coordinate his moves. He threw his open palm at PF’s head causing PF’s neck to snap back. Q then swept his forearm across PF’s throat. PF grasped his throat gasping for air and Q flipped over him and threw a knee into his kidney. PF doubled over grabbing his ribs. Q threw his hands across PF’s neck and grasped tightly. He moved closer to PF’s ear.
“Don’t you ever underestimate your opponent. Master taught us that. I’m sorry but it ends here.”
With those words passing through PF’s head, Q shed a tear that rolled down his bloody, wet face. As the tear streamed down his face, a large crunching sound was head. Q clenched his hands and ripped them to the left snapping PF’s neck in a split second. The tear fell from his cheek onto the ground. The rain was still coming down heavy as Q let PF drop to the floor slowly. He closed PF’s eyes with his fingers and stood tall. The blood on the side of his face has stopped streaming and the rain poured over him. For the first time, Q felt as if the rain washed away all the pain PF has caused him and this world. It was over now. Q looked around the arena. Broken stone, tree debris everywhere, this truly was the final confrontation. Q began to slowly walk away from the now deceased PF. He must return to the 4-obelisk tower and prepare a speech. It was his time to govern the masses.
Toshiro~ ^_^ x3
