I Can Hit Anything Harder Than You (Invite)
Aug 16, 2016 21:32:42 GMT -7
Post by Valkyrie on Aug 16, 2016 21:32:42 GMT -7
The taunt had been accepted, the bait taken before being crushed in front of her. The fight at the motorcade had not gone according to plan. Small wins, little bits here and there that turned things in her favor, only to have Valkyrie lose them again. The memory brought a frown to the blonde's face as she crossed her arms, over her chest, looking out at the field she had selected: a scattering of rooftops that belonged to abandoned buildings, or once abandoned. Apparently, the slums used to be a lot worse before the dragon attack. Even in the early hours of the night, she could see it. The city felt so different from when she'd last been here, a stranger she'd said goodbye to years ago, only to meet them again at an unexpected opprotunity now. Or waking up one morning and realizing the face in the miror was and wasn't yours.
The challenge was simple: beat Gilgamesh, or die trying. He hadn't learned anything from his loss at Giovanni's place, a fact that frustrated her to no end. Going after crooked people wouldn't replace his chance at killing the man any more than it could bring back the past. And he was so bloody determined about it, too.
Then again, Gilgamesh had always been the dramatic one, even if he refused to see it.
So, the time and place had been set. Tonight, the slums would feel the echoes of their battle. A war between disciples, just as they always knew it would have to be in the end. What they wanted wouldn't matter if it conflicted with that one reality. She could take him on now, or wait half a lifetime. The dojo wasn't a place she went to if she could help it anymore, either. Dealing with Gil was just a pain in the ass at this point.
Her gaze flicked around the area once more, listening for any sounds, any signs of her opponent's arrival. She brushed her palms off on her pants, feeling the anticipation threaten to rise against her focus. Getting anxious now would only weaken her, and that was the one thing she couldn't afford.
Fifteen minutes. Then the real fight would begin.
The challenge was simple: beat Gilgamesh, or die trying. He hadn't learned anything from his loss at Giovanni's place, a fact that frustrated her to no end. Going after crooked people wouldn't replace his chance at killing the man any more than it could bring back the past. And he was so bloody determined about it, too.
Then again, Gilgamesh had always been the dramatic one, even if he refused to see it.
So, the time and place had been set. Tonight, the slums would feel the echoes of their battle. A war between disciples, just as they always knew it would have to be in the end. What they wanted wouldn't matter if it conflicted with that one reality. She could take him on now, or wait half a lifetime. The dojo wasn't a place she went to if she could help it anymore, either. Dealing with Gil was just a pain in the ass at this point.
Her gaze flicked around the area once more, listening for any sounds, any signs of her opponent's arrival. She brushed her palms off on her pants, feeling the anticipation threaten to rise against her focus. Getting anxious now would only weaken her, and that was the one thing she couldn't afford.
Fifteen minutes. Then the real fight would begin.