Wall E
It on the plane to Seoul-Incheon,
I watched this film again,
and on it's themes though upon
same now as then,
He does his job very well,
and of items strange collect,
to crush the refuse that fell,
and "Hello Dolly" oft inspect,
then she came gleaming white,
more modern and sleek and tone,
Hiding in dust from blaster bright,
At last he was not alone,
so say it's a silly robot love story,
and I think the opposite,
it's the broken hero of this glory,
remebering none survive without it
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
love
Love who would thought,
A word so small,
Best when un-sought,
Could say it all,
A single syllable,
Oft hard to rhyme,
Can be quite billable,
If it charges us for time,
The word itself is a kiss,
A taste of soul touching lip,
For that intoxicating bliss,
We hunger for a sip,
The past is lost,
The future not found,
But its nature defrost,
When present fire abound,
So ego revel and enjoy,
And to the burning stars remind,
To your best self employ,
And to delicate love be kind.
A word so small,
Best when un-sought,
Could say it all,
A single syllable,
Oft hard to rhyme,
Can be quite billable,
If it charges us for time,
The word itself is a kiss,
A taste of soul touching lip,
For that intoxicating bliss,
We hunger for a sip,
The past is lost,
The future not found,
But its nature defrost,
When present fire abound,
So ego revel and enjoy,
And to the burning stars remind,
To your best self employ,
And to delicate love be kind.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
for Melissa
Her name in greek means bumblebee,
with all the buzzing about implying,
a taste freedom and of honey
is the joy she gets from flying,
as the tiny one about doth flit,
all bedecked in black n yellow fuzz,
that's the long and short of it,
and she flies .. well "bee-cuz."
in the time spent meadering,
she drifts to flower and hive,
spending no time pandering,
just a joy being alive,
so wanders the fey queen,
it's the journey that she'll see,
with no sting and wings unseen,
sometimes it's good to be a bee,
with all the buzzing about implying,
a taste freedom and of honey
is the joy she gets from flying,
as the tiny one about doth flit,
all bedecked in black n yellow fuzz,
that's the long and short of it,
and she flies .. well "bee-cuz."
in the time spent meadering,
she drifts to flower and hive,
spending no time pandering,
just a joy being alive,
so wanders the fey queen,
it's the journey that she'll see,
with no sting and wings unseen,
sometimes it's good to be a bee,
waiting for a baby boy - a request
fingers and toes both equal ten,
a healthy boy to celebrate,
my deep congrats to Jer and Jen,
soon you'll wish you were celibate
You spend your moments oft debating,
when time'll start and stop,
it's eternal seconds spent in waiting,
for your beloved's about to pop.
they say it is a gift of joy,
or has this poet mispoke,
as a greedy uncle I wait for this boy,
but will panic when her waters broke,
cries begin at first inhale,
and sadly and glady never cease,
for parenting duties will regale,
and say goodbye to restful peace.
all I wish is boy and mom be healthy,
the time will come when it comes,
for both parents and children are wealthy,
another Webb the world welcomes
a healthy boy to celebrate,
my deep congrats to Jer and Jen,
soon you'll wish you were celibate
You spend your moments oft debating,
when time'll start and stop,
it's eternal seconds spent in waiting,
for your beloved's about to pop.
they say it is a gift of joy,
or has this poet mispoke,
as a greedy uncle I wait for this boy,
but will panic when her waters broke,
cries begin at first inhale,
and sadly and glady never cease,
for parenting duties will regale,
and say goodbye to restful peace.
all I wish is boy and mom be healthy,
the time will come when it comes,
for both parents and children are wealthy,
another Webb the world welcomes
Monday, November 9, 2009
a noir tale
“Drink’s on the table babe.” A good whiskey.
There were so many times I could have stopped it. Said no. Put an end to it. But she knew I loved the knife. Her skill in the cut and those eyes. I knew I was being manipulated. Deep in my soul. But then I would lose myself in her flesh and drive her crazy.
I knew the cuts would come. We both knew it was wrong. But we used the word love a lot for means of justification. She was in the shower. Her body had more curves than a python, she embraced just as fiercely like it was some kind of kill. She made love with a reckless abandoned and convulsed when the little death was on her. She could have any man she wanted. Curled raven locks feel to the small of her back. Her skin olive. That perfect skin when the races mix. . Her eyes which she often hid were a deep caramel. The kind of serpentine eyes that swallow you whole.
But I was dangerous. A killer. Damaged goods that could take the punishment of her departures. Her husband was rich. Abusive but rich. And the big house seemed to mitigate the pain. He was also cheating on her so he lost any moral credibility he would have had if he were an innocent victim of feminine deception.
I was hired by him to guard her. Protect her. Keep her safe from harm. The mist was rising out of the shower. She was clad only in the towel. She always hid her naked form from me. Shyly , almost coyly. She had her rules. But always wanted me to tell her I love her. She needed it in yells and whispers. The remaining wet clung to her. She wanted me to cut her. She took a long hard pull from the rocks glass.
“When…” She said with insistence.
“ Soon, luv, but you gotta get back to him.”
I inspected her for marks like in a slave auction. No bites. Nothing that can be questioned. She tried to kiss me.
“No..not yet.” I says.
“ When do you kill him?” She asked. The reptilian coldness coming through.
“ When we go to Nawlins. I got a crew down there. Simple. Easy. Just like the town.”
“You sure.”
I smiled my knowing smile. Now the time was right.
I brought her in for a kiss. She lingered. I was greedy. She was mine. But I knew deep inside she cheated on him. She’d cheat on me. Nature of the wildlife. She had never failed to get what she set those eyes on.
“ It’s an hour drive.” I says. “ Best get moving.” The cabin was secluded enough. And she been up here enough times to navigate in the dark. In the widening dark. My little viper went back out into the dark. Shedding her skin she went back to her safe life. She had her fill of danger for the evening.
That’s when it all went to hell.
I heard them. The men she hired. No sense of stealth.
Then men entered my cabin. Three of them. I keep knives always within hands. Reach. But that’s what I do. I’m a knivesman. Small area. And the idiots brought guns to a knife fight. Naked as I was I dove for my barong. Big heavy bladed fillipino knives which my guro mercilessly trained me on.
The twenty one foot rule is my commandment. To put it simply. If a person has a knife and is twenty one feet away from you and you have a gun. You can cover the distance in 1.5 seconds. I closed.
First idiot was easy. A conveininet shield. A quick cut across the back of his gun hand made it useless. Putting his body between me and the other two. Sidestep through and a cut across his femoral artery. He’d bleed out.
Idiot two started firing. Their boy took the brunt. But in the enclosed space of my cabin. Idiot three was frozen. I closed distance. Brought the blade up under his sternum and hand assisted down. The purplish gift of kali spilled on the floor.And in one continuous motion. Spun throwing the knife. Idiot three looked more surprised than hurt. As the blade stuck out of his neck.
I gathered the remains and made sure they’d be unidentifiable. An arduous task. The poison I put in her drink should be settling in. Damn treacherous those mountain roads.
Her husbands money would sooth whatever pain I felt.
There were so many times I could have stopped it. Said no. Put an end to it. But she knew I loved the knife. Her skill in the cut and those eyes. I knew I was being manipulated. Deep in my soul. But then I would lose myself in her flesh and drive her crazy.
I knew the cuts would come. We both knew it was wrong. But we used the word love a lot for means of justification. She was in the shower. Her body had more curves than a python, she embraced just as fiercely like it was some kind of kill. She made love with a reckless abandoned and convulsed when the little death was on her. She could have any man she wanted. Curled raven locks feel to the small of her back. Her skin olive. That perfect skin when the races mix. . Her eyes which she often hid were a deep caramel. The kind of serpentine eyes that swallow you whole.
But I was dangerous. A killer. Damaged goods that could take the punishment of her departures. Her husband was rich. Abusive but rich. And the big house seemed to mitigate the pain. He was also cheating on her so he lost any moral credibility he would have had if he were an innocent victim of feminine deception.
I was hired by him to guard her. Protect her. Keep her safe from harm. The mist was rising out of the shower. She was clad only in the towel. She always hid her naked form from me. Shyly , almost coyly. She had her rules. But always wanted me to tell her I love her. She needed it in yells and whispers. The remaining wet clung to her. She wanted me to cut her. She took a long hard pull from the rocks glass.
“When…” She said with insistence.
“ Soon, luv, but you gotta get back to him.”
I inspected her for marks like in a slave auction. No bites. Nothing that can be questioned. She tried to kiss me.
“No..not yet.” I says.
“ When do you kill him?” She asked. The reptilian coldness coming through.
“ When we go to Nawlins. I got a crew down there. Simple. Easy. Just like the town.”
“You sure.”
I smiled my knowing smile. Now the time was right.
I brought her in for a kiss. She lingered. I was greedy. She was mine. But I knew deep inside she cheated on him. She’d cheat on me. Nature of the wildlife. She had never failed to get what she set those eyes on.
“ It’s an hour drive.” I says. “ Best get moving.” The cabin was secluded enough. And she been up here enough times to navigate in the dark. In the widening dark. My little viper went back out into the dark. Shedding her skin she went back to her safe life. She had her fill of danger for the evening.
That’s when it all went to hell.
I heard them. The men she hired. No sense of stealth.
Then men entered my cabin. Three of them. I keep knives always within hands. Reach. But that’s what I do. I’m a knivesman. Small area. And the idiots brought guns to a knife fight. Naked as I was I dove for my barong. Big heavy bladed fillipino knives which my guro mercilessly trained me on.
The twenty one foot rule is my commandment. To put it simply. If a person has a knife and is twenty one feet away from you and you have a gun. You can cover the distance in 1.5 seconds. I closed.
First idiot was easy. A conveininet shield. A quick cut across the back of his gun hand made it useless. Putting his body between me and the other two. Sidestep through and a cut across his femoral artery. He’d bleed out.
Idiot two started firing. Their boy took the brunt. But in the enclosed space of my cabin. Idiot three was frozen. I closed distance. Brought the blade up under his sternum and hand assisted down. The purplish gift of kali spilled on the floor.And in one continuous motion. Spun throwing the knife. Idiot three looked more surprised than hurt. As the blade stuck out of his neck.
I gathered the remains and made sure they’d be unidentifiable. An arduous task. The poison I put in her drink should be settling in. Damn treacherous those mountain roads.
Her husbands money would sooth whatever pain I felt.
a few pocket fights
Pocket Fight 1
Opponent A – Thrust to head
Opponent B – Mid section swipe. Tuck
Opponent A – Left side dodge
Opponent B – Thrust to Head
Opponent A – Thrust to Sternum
Opponent B - Thrust to Groin
Opponent A – Duck
Opponent B – thrust to Left shoulder
Opponent A – Cut to right shoulder
Opponent B - Thrust to groin
Opponent A – Cut to left shoulder
Opponent B – Thrust to head
Opponent A – Thrust to Groin
Opponent B – Thrust to left hip
Opponent A – Thrust to left shoulder
Opponent B – Thrust to right shoulder
Opponent A – Cut to Left Hip
Opponent B – Thrust to right hip
Opponent A – Cut to left shoulder
Opponent B – Jump
Opponent A – Thrust to right rib/ kill
Pocket Fight 2
Opponent A/B – D pattern exchange drill thrusts
Opponent A – Cut to Groin
Opponent B – Cut to Head
Opponent A – Thrust to Left Hip
Opponent B – Jump
Opponent A – Cut to Left Shoulder
Opponent B – Cut to Left Hip
Opponent A – Collar Bone Strike
Opponent B – Thrust to Right Rib
Opponent A – Femroal Artery Strike
Opponent B – Thrust to Head
Opponent A – Left Side Dodge/Left Side Dodge
Opponent B – Thrust to Left Hip
Opponent A – Thrust to Right Hip
Opponent B – Collar Bone cut, Femoral cut, Thrust to Sternum/kill
Pocket Fight 3
Opponent A – Duck
Opponent B – Side step
Opponent A – Jump
Opponent B – Thrust to Right Rib / Thrust to Left rib
Opponent A – Throat cut
Opponent B – Rib Cut
Opponent A – Cut to Left Rib, Thrust to Right Hip
Opponent B – Cut to Left shoulder
Opponent A – Cut to Right Rib
Opponent B - Eye cut
Opponent A – Thrust to Right Hip, Thrust to Left Hip
Opponent B - thrust to Sternum
Opponent A – Thrust to Groin
Opponent B - Thrust to Head
Opponent A – Cavalry Cut to Left Temple/Right Temple – Kill
Pocket Fight 4
Opponent A – Thrust to Right Shoulder
Opponent B – Thrust to Left Shoulder
Opponent A – Tuck
Opponent B – Tuck
Opponent A/B – “W” letter pattern exchange
Opponent A – Cut to Left Collar Bone and Right Rib
Opponent B – Cut to Left Rib and Right Collar Bone
Opponent A – Cut to Groin
Opponent B – Thrust to Sternum
Opponent A – Cut to Right Shoulder
Opponent B – Cut to Left Shoulder
Opponent A – Jump
Opponent B – Duck
Opponent A – Thrust to Right Hip
Opponent B – Thrust to Left Hip / Kill
Opponent A – Thrust to head
Opponent B – Mid section swipe. Tuck
Opponent A – Left side dodge
Opponent B – Thrust to Head
Opponent A – Thrust to Sternum
Opponent B - Thrust to Groin
Opponent A – Duck
Opponent B – thrust to Left shoulder
Opponent A – Cut to right shoulder
Opponent B - Thrust to groin
Opponent A – Cut to left shoulder
Opponent B – Thrust to head
Opponent A – Thrust to Groin
Opponent B – Thrust to left hip
Opponent A – Thrust to left shoulder
Opponent B – Thrust to right shoulder
Opponent A – Cut to Left Hip
Opponent B – Thrust to right hip
Opponent A – Cut to left shoulder
Opponent B – Jump
Opponent A – Thrust to right rib/ kill
Pocket Fight 2
Opponent A/B – D pattern exchange drill thrusts
Opponent A – Cut to Groin
Opponent B – Cut to Head
Opponent A – Thrust to Left Hip
Opponent B – Jump
Opponent A – Cut to Left Shoulder
Opponent B – Cut to Left Hip
Opponent A – Collar Bone Strike
Opponent B – Thrust to Right Rib
Opponent A – Femroal Artery Strike
Opponent B – Thrust to Head
Opponent A – Left Side Dodge/Left Side Dodge
Opponent B – Thrust to Left Hip
Opponent A – Thrust to Right Hip
Opponent B – Collar Bone cut, Femoral cut, Thrust to Sternum/kill
Pocket Fight 3
Opponent A – Duck
Opponent B – Side step
Opponent A – Jump
Opponent B – Thrust to Right Rib / Thrust to Left rib
Opponent A – Throat cut
Opponent B – Rib Cut
Opponent A – Cut to Left Rib, Thrust to Right Hip
Opponent B – Cut to Left shoulder
Opponent A – Cut to Right Rib
Opponent B - Eye cut
Opponent A – Thrust to Right Hip, Thrust to Left Hip
Opponent B - thrust to Sternum
Opponent A – Thrust to Groin
Opponent B - Thrust to Head
Opponent A – Cavalry Cut to Left Temple/Right Temple – Kill
Pocket Fight 4
Opponent A – Thrust to Right Shoulder
Opponent B – Thrust to Left Shoulder
Opponent A – Tuck
Opponent B – Tuck
Opponent A/B – “W” letter pattern exchange
Opponent A – Cut to Left Collar Bone and Right Rib
Opponent B – Cut to Left Rib and Right Collar Bone
Opponent A – Cut to Groin
Opponent B – Thrust to Sternum
Opponent A – Cut to Right Shoulder
Opponent B – Cut to Left Shoulder
Opponent A – Jump
Opponent B – Duck
Opponent A – Thrust to Right Hip
Opponent B – Thrust to Left Hip / Kill
a short story - Lakeside
I remember them fondly, I thought to herself. I was in a brisk day in early November and the streets of Avalon ( Some call it Manhattan ) were filled with the throng of humanity. Their life pouring out of them. The tyranny of the clock cutting moments in precious breath. I looked in a window , the glass reflective. My eyes the lake which I am the lady. I remembered Lancelot the troubled by virtue and feet of clay. Dagonet the jester who had to tell his king the truth. That Gueneviere loved him as king first and as a man second. Marrok the one cursed to be a wolf. La Cotte a la Mail, the warrior who wore the armor his father was killed in. But most of all I honored them.
I saw them all. In the blade I had tattooed on my wrist, In the multi-colored scarf I wore. In the fang clasped in silver I wear around my neck and the links of crimson stained chain I wear as a bracelet. These were my knights. I trained them. Gave them sanctuary and called them when I needed them. Each had a touch of my power. As all the knights of the round table. I am the lady of the lake, the keeper of Excaliber. The hand that waits for shining armor and finest hour.
It was a good day. My long blonde hair fell about my shoulders and my lake which I keep in my eyes drank in the far off lands. But here in Avalon I waited. Waited for the king. I was hunting today. The last Pellinore was in the city. His quest finally brought him here. For I am the second lady of the lake. The inheritor.
Night fell on Avalon. The sky crimson and amber like a fresh wound. I could feel him. Pellinore and his family have since the beginning had one goal. The Beast. The questing beast. A creature they were doomed to never kill. Their family curse. I should know I cursed them.
The Pellinores were a brutal tribe of Caitiff knights. They served no lords but the hunt. They killed for sport, for pleasure. The eldest Pellinore was a hawker. He had his wolfhounds and his stable. He had his rougish knights tax his surfs to starvation and feed their daughters to his more unruly appetites.
It was a still night under a amber moon that gave their bloodline to me. Thrr times I had warned them not to hunt in my grove. Not to kill in this small patch of land. Where my animal kin and wayward knights drank of me. The eldest Pellinore hunted mercilessly. But his quarry was not bear, wolf or hart. I was a young girl of blonde hair and eyes of blue.
I was alone in the wood, when the knight snuck up on me and turned me around.
“ Just a kiss lass is all I ask.” Pellinore said.
“ A forceful hand does not ask.” I relplied turning my face away.
“ It is my right.” He pulled me to him.
“ And this is mine.”I clawed his face and pushed. The chase. Which is what he wanted was on.
I ran as his nighthawks spotted me and his hounds chased. His bows arrows whipped passed my ears. He hunted me. I hid and used the forests I knew so well. My sisters taught me the ways of herb and tree and water. But he followed wanting more than I would give him. He unhorsed and took to foot reveling in anticipation. Till I lead him to the grove.
The moonlight shone upon the lake and my blood kissed the water. And he came. Sword drawn and armored.
“ Nowhere to run, little one” He says to me through a rasp. Out of breath an hurried like an ungenerous lover.
“ This grove is sacred.” I say to him.
“ It will be tonight.” He gasped. He came towards me. Ready to take all I was. Virtue, dignity and then life. It was his rite as a lord. But he wasn’t a lord there. In the grove.
As he ventured forward I went into the water. It’s chill embraced me like lost family separated by war. Then as I inhaled the water in. It filled me.I died…………..
Then
It gave me strength I couldn’t comprehend. I was the keeper. The water flowed through me and as I opened my eyes. I saw him standing at the bank. Hawk on his arm. Hounds at his feet. And I rose and horror gripped his face. The coward backed away and stumbled.
“ A BEAST !!!” he screamed with trembling voice.
“ No more than you.” I said calmly.
“ I will hunt you till the stars burn out.”
“ Then your wish is granted but you and your blood will never kill me.” I said. And I sank back beneath the waves of the lake. They’ve hunted me ever since.
Tonight he will come to Central Park, the new sacred grove. I will be the beast. The creature of his nightmare. It was in the park he stalked me. The Pellinore family legend made them believe that only a sword could kill the beast. The creature they saw in their most private moments.
I changed to Marrok’s wolf and smelled the thousand fold scents of the city. And stalked the most recent scion. He wandered through the park. Hiding the blade under a long coat. Young and with just a little hint of madness.
I approached as the wolf and growled.
“ It is you. New Pellinore.”
He drew he had skill. He made chase and dodged into the wood. Once again taking human form. I borrowed the skill of Dagonet. The jester. Agile and acrobatic. I mocked him.
“ Young hunter swings away.”
His sword cut the air in a wide arc.
“ But tis the beast that holds sway.”
He thrusted into a tree. I came out of the shadows.
“There are many ways to miss.”
He swung I dodged and did a dive roll, standing opposite him.
“ So much sorrow for a forced kiss.”
He thrust again and hit a good hit. But La Cotte’s armor deflected it. Then without thought. I toughed the tattoo on my wrist. And the sword came to my hand. Lancelot’s sword. For I taught him the art.
The pellinore swung high , I ducked. Then cut straight down as if to cleave me in two. I parried with ease and kicked him in the chest. Air escaped him.
“ MONSTER…” He screamed and charged. A series of cavalry cut around his head and to my shoulder. Then a thrust at my eyes. I spun an cut across his stomach. He tucked in and over-swung going for the backs of my legs. I flipped over his blade and watched it stick in the dirt. Then thrust home. He couldn’t scream. He couldn’t curse. He just fell. The last Pellinore of this generation. A decade of so. Another will come. I looked at him. And went back to the lake and the company of better men.
I saw them all. In the blade I had tattooed on my wrist, In the multi-colored scarf I wore. In the fang clasped in silver I wear around my neck and the links of crimson stained chain I wear as a bracelet. These were my knights. I trained them. Gave them sanctuary and called them when I needed them. Each had a touch of my power. As all the knights of the round table. I am the lady of the lake, the keeper of Excaliber. The hand that waits for shining armor and finest hour.
It was a good day. My long blonde hair fell about my shoulders and my lake which I keep in my eyes drank in the far off lands. But here in Avalon I waited. Waited for the king. I was hunting today. The last Pellinore was in the city. His quest finally brought him here. For I am the second lady of the lake. The inheritor.
Night fell on Avalon. The sky crimson and amber like a fresh wound. I could feel him. Pellinore and his family have since the beginning had one goal. The Beast. The questing beast. A creature they were doomed to never kill. Their family curse. I should know I cursed them.
The Pellinores were a brutal tribe of Caitiff knights. They served no lords but the hunt. They killed for sport, for pleasure. The eldest Pellinore was a hawker. He had his wolfhounds and his stable. He had his rougish knights tax his surfs to starvation and feed their daughters to his more unruly appetites.
It was a still night under a amber moon that gave their bloodline to me. Thrr times I had warned them not to hunt in my grove. Not to kill in this small patch of land. Where my animal kin and wayward knights drank of me. The eldest Pellinore hunted mercilessly. But his quarry was not bear, wolf or hart. I was a young girl of blonde hair and eyes of blue.
I was alone in the wood, when the knight snuck up on me and turned me around.
“ Just a kiss lass is all I ask.” Pellinore said.
“ A forceful hand does not ask.” I relplied turning my face away.
“ It is my right.” He pulled me to him.
“ And this is mine.”I clawed his face and pushed. The chase. Which is what he wanted was on.
I ran as his nighthawks spotted me and his hounds chased. His bows arrows whipped passed my ears. He hunted me. I hid and used the forests I knew so well. My sisters taught me the ways of herb and tree and water. But he followed wanting more than I would give him. He unhorsed and took to foot reveling in anticipation. Till I lead him to the grove.
The moonlight shone upon the lake and my blood kissed the water. And he came. Sword drawn and armored.
“ Nowhere to run, little one” He says to me through a rasp. Out of breath an hurried like an ungenerous lover.
“ This grove is sacred.” I say to him.
“ It will be tonight.” He gasped. He came towards me. Ready to take all I was. Virtue, dignity and then life. It was his rite as a lord. But he wasn’t a lord there. In the grove.
As he ventured forward I went into the water. It’s chill embraced me like lost family separated by war. Then as I inhaled the water in. It filled me.I died…………..
Then
It gave me strength I couldn’t comprehend. I was the keeper. The water flowed through me and as I opened my eyes. I saw him standing at the bank. Hawk on his arm. Hounds at his feet. And I rose and horror gripped his face. The coward backed away and stumbled.
“ A BEAST !!!” he screamed with trembling voice.
“ No more than you.” I said calmly.
“ I will hunt you till the stars burn out.”
“ Then your wish is granted but you and your blood will never kill me.” I said. And I sank back beneath the waves of the lake. They’ve hunted me ever since.
Tonight he will come to Central Park, the new sacred grove. I will be the beast. The creature of his nightmare. It was in the park he stalked me. The Pellinore family legend made them believe that only a sword could kill the beast. The creature they saw in their most private moments.
I changed to Marrok’s wolf and smelled the thousand fold scents of the city. And stalked the most recent scion. He wandered through the park. Hiding the blade under a long coat. Young and with just a little hint of madness.
I approached as the wolf and growled.
“ It is you. New Pellinore.”
He drew he had skill. He made chase and dodged into the wood. Once again taking human form. I borrowed the skill of Dagonet. The jester. Agile and acrobatic. I mocked him.
“ Young hunter swings away.”
His sword cut the air in a wide arc.
“ But tis the beast that holds sway.”
He thrusted into a tree. I came out of the shadows.
“There are many ways to miss.”
He swung I dodged and did a dive roll, standing opposite him.
“ So much sorrow for a forced kiss.”
He thrust again and hit a good hit. But La Cotte’s armor deflected it. Then without thought. I toughed the tattoo on my wrist. And the sword came to my hand. Lancelot’s sword. For I taught him the art.
The pellinore swung high , I ducked. Then cut straight down as if to cleave me in two. I parried with ease and kicked him in the chest. Air escaped him.
“ MONSTER…” He screamed and charged. A series of cavalry cut around his head and to my shoulder. Then a thrust at my eyes. I spun an cut across his stomach. He tucked in and over-swung going for the backs of my legs. I flipped over his blade and watched it stick in the dirt. Then thrust home. He couldn’t scream. He couldn’t curse. He just fell. The last Pellinore of this generation. A decade of so. Another will come. I looked at him. And went back to the lake and the company of better men.
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