Gunfire in the street, where we used to meet,
echoes out a beat and the bass goes "bomb"
Right over our heads, step over the dead
Remember what you said,
you know that part about life?
Is just a waking dream?
Well that aint how it seems
right here, right now....
Sunday Night, January 17th
Block, block, block, shift, THRUST. Turn. Block, parry, parry, block, THRUST. Jump back. Block, block, crouch, swing at the tendons....
The nameless, faceless mob came from nowhere. They threw torches, burning my home to ashes, driving me out into the street. I barely had time to grab my coat and my sword before the windows blew out, before the fire consumed my life, or the facade of a life I was living. None of that mattered anyway, all that matters now is that I keep one step ahead of them, keep myself alive, keep the baby I am carrying alive.
Swing, swing, a dagger from my coat flies from my hand. THRUST. Block, Block, duck, swing....
I am tired but my body does not, cannot register it, or I will be as dead as the people that have fallen before my sword. If I falter, if I hesitate, if I stop to think I will surely fall. And I cannot, for it is not just my life at stake.
Swing, swing, parry, spin, scream, SLICE. Jump back, charge, THRUST. Twist....
Just keep moving, let them do all the work, just keep going until THEY tire, and maybe, just maybe, I will survive.
It is the oddest thing though... here I am fighting for not only my life but my baby's, and I am grinning! Dear heavens, I am ready to drop from exhaustion, but I am enjoying myself! Giving my newest assailant a wide smile, I bring my arm down and slice his chest open. the look on his face is priceless. I turn to my next would be murderer and laugh, before humming under my breath.
Yo Ho, Yo Ho, a pirates life for me!
We pillage plunder, we rifle and loot.
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot.
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho!
Laughing to no one, I throw myself fully into the melee...