[QUOTE="AquaMantor"]Ultimately, what it comes right down to is the fact that leprechauns are very violent creatures. I've killed many of them, and it has been a hard fight each time. Would you like to hear of the strongest leprechaun I have ever faced?RTFlakfizer
Sure! :)
*ahem*
About two years ago, I was in a bad part of town, very inexplicably. I don't really remember how I had gotten there, but that's not what mattered. What mattered was that, walking down the street, I was jumped by a leprechaun.
I'm used to violent behavior from leprechauns, and I was even then, but this was so spontaneous, random, and sudden that I was caught off gaurd. The leprechaun pinned me to the ground and started punching me in the face repeatedly. In an instant, my nose was broken. After much effort, I grabbed him by the legs, and went hammer toss on his ass, similar to mario's motion when he threw bowser.
The leprechaun went flying and hit the window of a building. It shattered, and one could clearly see the many pieces of glass embedding themselves in his flesh. I thought that, at that point, he was done. However, the fight was just getting started.
He jumped out from the window and snarled at me before he charged, however, this time I was ready.
I caught his punch in my hand, what I didn't expect was for him to have an excellent left hook. He hit me in the stomach, causing me to keel over, then pounded me on the back of the head with enough force to send my face plummeting into the concrete. Right before he could deliver a leathal curb stomp, I rolled out of the way and spun around quickly, attempting to trip him. But he jumped over my leg and used his momentum for a dropkick. I caught his feet with my hands, and realized that it was time to stop playing around.
I let go of his legs, and we both stood up, and looked at eachother. Then, we walked ten feet apart and faced eachother, then bowed. I knew that we were both thinking the same thing. We had each run into a fighter that rivaled our own strength. And this would be a fight of pure skill, with no dirty manuevers...a fight of honor.
Suddenly, while I was still bowing, he ran up to me and started repeatedly beating me in the crotch. I spun around behind him, and grabbed him in a headlock. He struggled for a second, then pulled a rotten fish out from under his hat and wiggled it in front of my nose. It loosened my grip. He slapped me with it, and I had no choice but to let go.
He attempted to throw the fish at me, but I dodged out of the way. The fish hit an innocent hobo with a shopping cart and killed him instantly. Causing us both to laugh for several seconds before we resumed our fight. I pulled out a bazooka, aimed, and fired. The rocket hit where he had been standing...until he had jumped. He was now standing on top of a street lamp like a ninja. And, like a ninja, he jumped down onto me. In front of the sun, he looked like a blazing hawk. I knew what this was. In Nigeria, it was known as the Super Hawk Death strike, and it had killed many of my comrades.
What he didn't know was that I knew how to counter it, I spun around and shot an almost completely vertical kick up into his chest. He was sent flying backwards, but recovered by backflipping, landing on his feet, and skidding against the ground. He then charged towards me roaring like an animal. He punched, I evaded and tried to use the momentum to roundhouse kick him. However, he saw it coming, ducked, and sent an uppercut right to my chin. I felt my jaw crack as his blazing fist hit it from below. I jumped back to buy myself some time and recover.
He gazed at me with his burning eyes...eyes that desired blood. However, I was on gaurd, and he could see that. If he attacked now, I would counter easily. I thought carefully...what was his weakness?
I remembered that he had only attempted to kick me once, and when he had, I had been able to catch it with my hands. Mostly, his biggest strength was his upper body, I saw as I looked at him. His legs were short and thin, and it was a wonder that they supported his humongous upper body. I knew then what I had to do.
I surprised him by charging. He tried to gaurd, but I was too fast, I grabbed both of his arms, and tried desperately to hold them as I repeatedly butted him in the head. Normally, he would have been able to get out of this by kicking, and he tried. But his kicks had no strength behind them. They were slow and weak. Eventually, he managed to wrestled out of my grip through his sheer strength, but by then it was too late, the sheer damage to his head was visble.
He backed away from me, and I saw one thing in his eyes, one thing only. Win or lose, he wanted to finish this. I felt the same way, and I'm pretty sure that he saw it in my eyes as well, for, silently, he placed his hand on the hilt of his katana. I frowned, and, with all the respect one can muster in a brutal battle, lowered my hand to the hilt of my katana as well.
Behind us, the sun was setting, and the crickets suddenly started chirping. Yet, other than that, everything was silent. I felt the soft breeze, and smelled the foul, dense air of the city. This was where it would end, right here, and right now.
And then, our backs were facing eachother. I standing where he had been, and he standing where I had been. For several minutes, we stood still, and silent.
Finally, he said, "It's a warm day, isn't it?"
I frowned, my eyes lowering towards the ground, "I find it to be rather cold."
"So you do," He said to me, "and that, in the end, is why we fight, isn't it? Merely because of the differences between us. Because we are so separate as human beings...or leprechauns..."
"I have never intentionally hurt your people." I said to him, speaking the truth. I had always simply defended myself.
"But...we have intentionally hurt your people. I wonder...I wonder why the wee people must attack the large ones. And...I am ashamed that I have not wondered that until now." A thin trickle of blood came down from his lip.
I sheathed my sword, and took a deep breath, speaking, "Then perhaps it shouldn't have ended this way. I am awaiting death, I have been for a long time. But you...it seems that your journey is far from complete."
"Are our journeys ever complete?" He said, smiling, as blood began to spurt from the humongous gash going down his chest.
"I guess they never are." I said, after a pause, knowing that it would be the last thing I would ever say to him.
He fell to his knees, then to the ground. I had no desire to check him, for I knew he was dead. The instant his life ended, I could feel it. Knowing that there would never be another fighter who would threaten me was a comfort...yet there was also a pang, a painful realization that no man would ever challenge me again.
And the same pain that came every time I avoided death, every time another died by the hand of a man whose soul was already quite dead.
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