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KLANG!
Keaton's sword was deflected by his Heracross's horn. The minoTauros
backed of slightly before slashing at Heracross somemore, each swing
again and again being intercepted by the chitinous appendage. Heracross
eventually caught the sword in the crook at the end of its horn and the
two pushed against each other aggressively.
With a small twist, Keaton's sword was sent skyward.
"Hera cross," Heracross stated.
"I am not distracted," Keaton argued.
Keaton caught the katana as it came back down, preparing to bring it
down on his sparring partner. Heracross took the moment to slide the
flat end of his horn under Keaton's feet and flipped him onto his back
like splatula does a porkchop. Before Keaton could leap to his feet,
Heracross was already standing on his chest and held the horn to his
jugular.
"Hera, hera cross," Heracross said.
"All right, so maybe I'm a little distracted," Keaton admitted.
Heracross dismounted and Keaton got up and walked to the edge of the
Pokemon Center's roof, resheathing his sword along the way.
"Everything's too calm. There's been more time to think than I'm
comfortable with, especially with Kitsu gone out to the desert. I never
realised how much thinking I let her do for me."
"Heracross?" Heracross inquired.
"Not that much thinking," Keaton clarified, sounding a tad offended.
"I'm my own man, I make my own decisions. I'm just used to her handling
the hard stuff. The complex stuff."
Keaton turned away from the edge.
"I'm also worried about her, Heracross," he said. "It's unlike her to
run off into the desert unprepared. She could be hurt or dead or
something, you know?" He slammed a fist into an open palm. "I
should've gone with her, Heracross. I'd be able to help her, protect
her, or at the very least get in on this Warrior of the Sands business.
I can't let her training get too far ahead of mine, can I?"
"Heracross, hera," Heracross replied matter-of-factly.
"Well, I think you're not giving her *enough* credit," Keaton countered,
looking back out over the city. "She's on par with any man I've ever
faced. She may one day be considered among the greatest of samurai.
Even if she wasn't my sister, I'd be proud to fight by her side."
"Heracross cross," Heracross said.
"Yeah, okay, maybe not," Keaton replied, turning back to the edge. "But
I'd like to think I would."
Down below, Keaton saw a damp Bob chase down his younger brother.
"Then there's the thing with Aerie," Keaton continued. "I know I kid
about their relationship a lot, but I don't know how Kitsu's going to
take Aerie's sudden interest in boys. I'd be relieved, personally, and
Kitsu's already got a boyfriend, but Jordan's out in some parallel
universe. I think on some level, beneath the puritan revulsion towards
flirting with the same gender and premarital affairs in general, Kitsu
sorta liked Aerie chasing after her tails. But maybe I'm reading too
much into it. You think I'm reading too much into it?"
"Heracross," Heracross answered.
"Yeah, maybe," Keaton responded. "Kitsu just left way too soon. She
could've helped Alex with her issues about killing Canmore. I'd've
talked to her, but I don't think I'd be much help. If it was me and my
family Canmore was after, I would've slaughtered the bastard without a
second thought. Plus, Kitsu's a girl, so I'd think they'd relate on a
number of levels."
"Heracross cross hera," Heracross sniggered.
"Heh, yeah, maybe," Keaton said. "And on top of all that, there's the
tournament in Fortree. I don't even think Kitsu knows there's going to
be one, but if we wait here to tell her we might miss the tournament
ourselves. Man, Kitsu may be the smart one, but she's got lousy timing."
To be continued...?
--
Chet "Tech" Weaver
"To the optimist, the glass is half full. To the pessimist, the glass
is half empty. To the engineer, the glass is twice as big as it needs
to be." -- The Magic Engineer
AIM: PanGatomon
MSN: Nichirasu@hotmail.com
eMail: zeroohki at netscape dot net
Yahoo! Messenger: tech_weaver
ICQ: 122744531
Webcomic: http://desperadocoyote.keenspace.com
KLANG!
Keaton's sword was deflected by his Heracross's horn. The minoTauros
backed of slightly before slashing at Heracross somemore, each swing
again and again being intercepted by the chitinous appendage. Heracross
eventually caught the sword in the crook at the end of its horn and the
two pushed against each other aggressively.
With a small twist, Keaton's sword was sent skyward.
"Hera cross," Heracross stated.
"I am not distracted," Keaton argued.
Keaton caught the katana as it came back down, preparing to bring it
down on his sparring partner. Heracross took the moment to slide the
flat end of his horn under Keaton's feet and flipped him onto his back
like splatula does a porkchop. Before Keaton could leap to his feet,
Heracross was already standing on his chest and held the horn to his
jugular.
"Hera, hera cross," Heracross said.
"All right, so maybe I'm a little distracted," Keaton admitted.
Heracross dismounted and Keaton got up and walked to the edge of the
Pokemon Center's roof, resheathing his sword along the way.
"Everything's too calm. There's been more time to think than I'm
comfortable with, especially with Kitsu gone out to the desert. I never
realised how much thinking I let her do for me."
"Heracross?" Heracross inquired.
"Not that much thinking," Keaton clarified, sounding a tad offended.
"I'm my own man, I make my own decisions. I'm just used to her handling
the hard stuff. The complex stuff."
Keaton turned away from the edge.
"I'm also worried about her, Heracross," he said. "It's unlike her to
run off into the desert unprepared. She could be hurt or dead or
something, you know?" He slammed a fist into an open palm. "I
should've gone with her, Heracross. I'd be able to help her, protect
her, or at the very least get in on this Warrior of the Sands business.
I can't let her training get too far ahead of mine, can I?"
"Heracross, hera," Heracross replied matter-of-factly.
"Well, I think you're not giving her *enough* credit," Keaton countered,
looking back out over the city. "She's on par with any man I've ever
faced. She may one day be considered among the greatest of samurai.
Even if she wasn't my sister, I'd be proud to fight by her side."
"Heracross cross," Heracross said.
"Yeah, okay, maybe not," Keaton replied, turning back to the edge. "But
I'd like to think I would."
Down below, Keaton saw a damp Bob chase down his younger brother.
"Then there's the thing with Aerie," Keaton continued. "I know I kid
about their relationship a lot, but I don't know how Kitsu's going to
take Aerie's sudden interest in boys. I'd be relieved, personally, and
Kitsu's already got a boyfriend, but Jordan's out in some parallel
universe. I think on some level, beneath the puritan revulsion towards
flirting with the same gender and premarital affairs in general, Kitsu
sorta liked Aerie chasing after her tails. But maybe I'm reading too
much into it. You think I'm reading too much into it?"
"Heracross," Heracross answered.
"Yeah, maybe," Keaton responded. "Kitsu just left way too soon. She
could've helped Alex with her issues about killing Canmore. I'd've
talked to her, but I don't think I'd be much help. If it was me and my
family Canmore was after, I would've slaughtered the bastard without a
second thought. Plus, Kitsu's a girl, so I'd think they'd relate on a
number of levels."
"Heracross cross hera," Heracross sniggered.
"Heh, yeah, maybe," Keaton said. "And on top of all that, there's the
tournament in Fortree. I don't even think Kitsu knows there's going to
be one, but if we wait here to tell her we might miss the tournament
ourselves. Man, Kitsu may be the smart one, but she's got lousy timing."
To be continued...?
--
Chet "Tech" Weaver
"To the optimist, the glass is half full. To the pessimist, the glass
is half empty. To the engineer, the glass is twice as big as it needs
to be." -- The Magic Engineer
AIM: PanGatomon
MSN: Nichirasu@hotmail.com
eMail: zeroohki at netscape dot net
Yahoo! Messenger: tech_weaver
ICQ: 122744531
Webcomic: http://desperadocoyote.keenspace.com