The Fight

I Had been practicing for weeks

my muscles constantly had spasms from over exhaustion and my eyes twitched with anticipation as I walked up to a circle of people

every single one of them was dancing and two of them were slamming on drums

I made my way to the middle of the ring were my master held his cross neclace in his mouth.  he was about twice my size, tattoos covered his body and the look in his eyes was absolutely animalistic.

we walked around eachother until the drum master said, "FIGHT"

he then leaped in the air and barreled a kick at my face so fast my pupils dialated and I instinctively bent back letting the foot fly right over my bare stomach muscle. his pinky toe scrapping a red line across my body.

He flew back around in which I bounced my torso back up at him and leaped over his shoulder.

everything seemed to go in slow motion to me. the music from the drummers was faint in my ears and all I could hear was my heartbeat and the heartbeat of my opponent.

I hit the ground and rolled on the other side of him, and as he turned around to jump back at me I spun on the ground, throwing my leg like a blade from a fan at his feet and tripping him.

I stood up and smirked at him and faced my fist at him. He looked up at me and also smirked....we both new that the fight had just begun.