Chapter 63: Hidden
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The room's atmosphere was tense. The only sound that could be heard was the flickering sound of wind blowing through the open window.
I might have not noticed this earlier but all the desks and chairs were placed on the corner, making a big space enough for a couple of people to brawl. They were really prepared to fight me, if I hadn't made my way out with words I might actually had to fight all these.
But it isn't something I should be concerned about right now; the man in front of me is far more menacing than those lackey's of his. The light was faint, but it was enough for me to see his gaze. Those eyes were clearly out for vengeance, but they also appeared to be looking for something else.
"Don't blame me for this…" he charged at me. As he began taking steps forward, he took something out of his pocket aiming at me. He glared at me, yet his face appeared tinged with dread. Even though he tried to hide his fear, it was exposed through his hands.
*Sparkle*
A shiny object shined at my right eye. This was the first clue that indicated me that this isn't just a revenge match. He is certainly holding some kind of weapon but what exactly?
He lunged forward at me, as I had nothing to defend from it I took steps back only to crash with the wall. The moment he placed his weapon against me I saw the complete image of it. He was holding a knife.
Instinctively I moved in the opposite direction and held his hand and placed it beside my waist. Unable him to use his knife any more, and as for the other hand I waited for him to use it. The moment he raised it I grabbed it.
"Answer me, why do you have this?" I asked him. That moment I noticed something strange, he sweating heavily, and most of all, his gaze was filled with anxiety.
"…" he was shivering. It's strange, few moments earlier he was looking down at me and was full of confidence but the moment he held onto this knife he was beginning to act completely differently.
"I-It's… b-because of… you… if only y-you didn't…" In a matter of seconds, the guy who was shaking and his eyes filled with apprehension transformed into complete hatred.
I started strolling in his direction. All I know is that the only way out of here is to disarm him or make him lose consciousness. I noticed a hint of apprehension in Roy's eyes as I locked my gaze on him. He was well aware that the instant he turned his sight away from me, he would lose. So he stared at me and made hesitant steps back.
I rushed towards him; if anybody else saw this, they'd think I'd gone insane. The rationale for this is simple: in a knife vs. bare hand combat, the best option is to flee if at all feasible. Regardless after knowing that, I'm still going at him with bare hands.
The person in front of me is not experienced, and most importantly, he lacks the conviction to really strike me. Even if he had already made up his mind and determined to stab me with a knife, the experience is far worse when we had to do it for real.
When he spotted me approaching, he pulled back a little. Even he was surprised that I would try to assault even after knowing the risk factors.
In reaction to my advancing forward, he attempted slicing with the knife at me; I averted it and kicked him in the upper torso. He lost his balance, giving me the opportunity to disarm him. But his eyes were locked on me, as if he knew I'd do it, so in response to it he let go of his knife.
When I saw this, I took a little stop. When the knife dropped to the ground, the entire room became dead silent for a moment. I attempted to grasp the fallen knife, but at that very instant, I caught the sight of Roy feverishly pointing his leg at my head.
I leapt sideways to avoid getting hit in the face. But that made a chance for Roy to get upper hand again. He picked up the knife. This time he came at me. Without a single second to think he launched continues attack at me.
No manner what happens there is always a difference when the other person is wielding a weapon. In order to win Roy was desperately clenching onto his knife. He don't want to let go his upper hand at all even if it is for a moment only. Knowing that I couldn't do much against a knife he didn't let go of this chance and began swinging his knife frantically. I could only try dogging because if the knife connected with my body it could be fatal.
Neither of us didn't exchange a single word but yet the air between us was getting heavier. While escaping from his relentless attacks I tried searching for something, anything to stop him from attacking.
There it is.
I leapt to my right, clutching the text book that was lying under one of the desks. It was fortunate that the light was brighter in that location that I was able to notice it.
He also noticed that I was trying to get hold onto it and to prevent that he tried his best but he wasn't a professional, I was able to evade his attacks and got hold of the book. As I was taking out the book my hand felt something beside it. Just as an assurance I took it also.
"You are not getting away!" he yelled at me and aiming straight at me. I could have prevented it but I was a bit late in doing that, to protect myself I placed the text book between me and the knife.
*Pierce*
The knife pierced but only half way through, most likely it didn't pierce through it completely is because he don't have enough strength to do so. I guessed that would be the case that's why I took the chance.
He tried freeing his knife but this time he was a bit late in doing that, I instantly bent the book sideways forcing Roy to let go of the knife.
"W-what…?" he was shocked. I could have stopped right there and he also could have stopped but instead he desperately tried to get hold of that knife. So, to prevent from that happening. I focused my strength on my right leg and positioned my left leg to make a strong stance.
I waited for the right moment for him to be into my strike range; he was so frantic that he neglected to glance around and do something pleasant for me. The second he came inside the range I released my leg.
*Whoosh*
"GAAHHH!" it was a perfect hit. My leg and his abdomen were so precisely linked that he flew right to the opposite end of the room.
I took a big breath and let myself a minute to settle down.
It's not that I was scared I was scared but it might be the first time facing someone with a lethal weapon. I wasn't sure if it was not my first because I knew exactly how to react to every situation.
"This should calm him down," I said to myself.
…
The fight was over, but Roy still haven't woken up. To make sure he didn't die and he was still breathing I checked his pulse. My eyes were directed at the knife and his hands, therefore I didn't notice the exact point of blow on his body so I needed to confirm this, because if I had hit his liver or any region near it, it could lead to instant death.
I searched the whole room for something resembling a rope to bind him up. I don't want him to rampage like that again. Fortunately, I discovered something, but it wasn't quite a rope, but rather a large piece of fabric. I'm not sure what it's good for. But that doesn't matter because it can be used to bind him.
But that wasn't the only issue; I'm not sure how I should bind him. If I put a single desk behind him and tie it up, he might push ahead along with the desk, and it won't stop him; I need something more robust that can hold him down.
While I was contemplating about it, I locked the door so no one could interrupt me when I went to investigate him. What he said when we were fighting meant something; if it didn't, he wouldn't have acted the way he did. I've seen Roy act condescending so far, and he has a big ego despite having lost two confrontations. Something definitely is going on with him. But what?
This can only answered by him.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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The room's atmosphere was tense. The only sound that could be heard was the flickering sound of wind blowing through the open window.
I might have not noticed this earlier but all the desks and chairs were placed on the corner, making a big space enough for a couple of people to brawl. They were really prepared to fight me, if I hadn't made my way out with words I might actually had to fight all these.
But it isn't something I should be concerned about right now; the man in front of me is far more menacing than those lackey's of his. The light was faint, but it was enough for me to see his gaze. Those eyes were clearly out for vengeance, but they also appeared to be looking for something else.
"Don't blame me for this…" he charged at me. As he began taking steps forward, he took something out of his pocket aiming at me. He glared at me, yet his face appeared tinged with dread. Even though he tried to hide his fear, it was exposed through his hands.
*Sparkle*
A shiny object shined at my right eye. This was the first clue that indicated me that this isn't just a revenge match. He is certainly holding some kind of weapon but what exactly?
He lunged forward at me, as I had nothing to defend from it I took steps back only to crash with the wall. The moment he placed his weapon against me I saw the complete image of it. He was holding a knife.
Instinctively I moved in the opposite direction and held his hand and placed it beside my waist. Unable him to use his knife any more, and as for the other hand I waited for him to use it. The moment he raised it I grabbed it.
"Answer me, why do you have this?" I asked him. That moment I noticed something strange, he sweating heavily, and most of all, his gaze was filled with anxiety.
"…" he was shivering. It's strange, few moments earlier he was looking down at me and was full of confidence but the moment he held onto this knife he was beginning to act completely differently.
"I-It's… b-because of… you… if only y-you didn't…" In a matter of seconds, the guy who was shaking and his eyes filled with apprehension transformed into complete hatred.
I started strolling in his direction. All I know is that the only way out of here is to disarm him or make him lose consciousness. I noticed a hint of apprehension in Roy's eyes as I locked my gaze on him. He was well aware that the instant he turned his sight away from me, he would lose. So he stared at me and made hesitant steps back.
I rushed towards him; if anybody else saw this, they'd think I'd gone insane. The rationale for this is simple: in a knife vs. bare hand combat, the best option is to flee if at all feasible. Regardless after knowing that, I'm still going at him with bare hands.
The person in front of me is not experienced, and most importantly, he lacks the conviction to really strike me. Even if he had already made up his mind and determined to stab me with a knife, the experience is far worse when we had to do it for real.
When he spotted me approaching, he pulled back a little. Even he was surprised that I would try to assault even after knowing the risk factors.
In reaction to my advancing forward, he attempted slicing with the knife at me; I averted it and kicked him in the upper torso. He lost his balance, giving me the opportunity to disarm him. But his eyes were locked on me, as if he knew I'd do it, so in response to it he let go of his knife.
When I saw this, I took a little stop. When the knife dropped to the ground, the entire room became dead silent for a moment. I attempted to grasp the fallen knife, but at that very instant, I caught the sight of Roy feverishly pointing his leg at my head.
I leapt sideways to avoid getting hit in the face. But that made a chance for Roy to get upper hand again. He picked up the knife. This time he came at me. Without a single second to think he launched continues attack at me.
No manner what happens there is always a difference when the other person is wielding a weapon. In order to win Roy was desperately clenching onto his knife. He don't want to let go his upper hand at all even if it is for a moment only. Knowing that I couldn't do much against a knife he didn't let go of this chance and began swinging his knife frantically. I could only try dogging because if the knife connected with my body it could be fatal.
Neither of us didn't exchange a single word but yet the air between us was getting heavier. While escaping from his relentless attacks I tried searching for something, anything to stop him from attacking.
There it is.
I leapt to my right, clutching the text book that was lying under one of the desks. It was fortunate that the light was brighter in that location that I was able to notice it.
He also noticed that I was trying to get hold onto it and to prevent that he tried his best but he wasn't a professional, I was able to evade his attacks and got hold of the book. As I was taking out the book my hand felt something beside it. Just as an assurance I took it also.
"You are not getting away!" he yelled at me and aiming straight at me. I could have prevented it but I was a bit late in doing that, to protect myself I placed the text book between me and the knife.
*Pierce*
The knife pierced but only half way through, most likely it didn't pierce through it completely is because he don't have enough strength to do so. I guessed that would be the case that's why I took the chance.
He tried freeing his knife but this time he was a bit late in doing that, I instantly bent the book sideways forcing Roy to let go of the knife.
"W-what…?" he was shocked. I could have stopped right there and he also could have stopped but instead he desperately tried to get hold of that knife. So, to prevent from that happening. I focused my strength on my right leg and positioned my left leg to make a strong stance.
I waited for the right moment for him to be into my strike range; he was so frantic that he neglected to glance around and do something pleasant for me. The second he came inside the range I released my leg.
*Whoosh*
"GAAHHH!" it was a perfect hit. My leg and his abdomen were so precisely linked that he flew right to the opposite end of the room.
I took a big breath and let myself a minute to settle down.
It's not that I was scared I was scared but it might be the first time facing someone with a lethal weapon. I wasn't sure if it was not my first because I knew exactly how to react to every situation.
"This should calm him down," I said to myself.
…
The fight was over, but Roy still haven't woken up. To make sure he didn't die and he was still breathing I checked his pulse. My eyes were directed at the knife and his hands, therefore I didn't notice the exact point of blow on his body so I needed to confirm this, because if I had hit his liver or any region near it, it could lead to instant death.
I searched the whole room for something resembling a rope to bind him up. I don't want him to rampage like that again. Fortunately, I discovered something, but it wasn't quite a rope, but rather a large piece of fabric. I'm not sure what it's good for. But that doesn't matter because it can be used to bind him.
But that wasn't the only issue; I'm not sure how I should bind him. If I put a single desk behind him and tie it up, he might push ahead along with the desk, and it won't stop him; I need something more robust that can hold him down.
While I was contemplating about it, I locked the door so no one could interrupt me when I went to investigate him. What he said when we were fighting meant something; if it didn't, he wouldn't have acted the way he did. I've seen Roy act condescending so far, and he has a big ego despite having lost two confrontations. Something definitely is going on with him. But what?
This can only answered by him.
TO BE CONTINUED…
The room's atmosphere was tense. The only sound that could be heard was the flickering sound of wind blowing through the open window.I might have not noticed this earlier but all the desks and chairs were placed on the corner, making a big space enough for a couple of people to brawl. They were really prepared to fight me, if I hadn't made my way out with words I might actually had to fight all these.But it isn't something I should be concerned about right now; the man in front of me is far more menacing than those lackey's of his. The light was faint, but it was enough for me to see his gaze. Those eyes were clearly out for vengeance, but they also appeared to be looking for something else."Don't blame me for this" he charged at me. As he began taking steps forward, he took something out of his pocket aiming at me. He glared at me, yet his face appeared tinged with dread. Even though he tried to hide his fear, it was exposed through his hands.*Sparkle*A shiny object shined at my right eye. This was the first clue that indicated me that this isn't just a revenge match. He is certainly holding some kind of weapon but what exactly?He lunged forward at me, as I had nothing to defend from it I took steps back only to crash with the wall. The moment he placed his weapon against me I saw the complete image of it. He was holding a knife.Instinctively I moved in the opposite direction and held his hand and placed it beside my waist. Unable him to use his knife any more, and as for the other hand I waited for him to use it. The moment he raised it I grabbed it."Answer me, why do you have this?" I asked him. That moment I noticed something strange, he sweating heavily, and most of all, his gaze was filled with anxiety."" he was shivering. It's strange, few moments earlier he was looking down at me and was full of confidence but the moment he held onto this knife he was beginning to act completely differently."I-It's b-because of you if only y-you didn't" In a matter of seconds, the guy who was shaking and his eyes filled with apprehension transformed into complete hatred.I started strolling in his direction. All I know is that the only way out of here is to disarm him or make him lose consciousness. I noticed a hint of apprehension in Roy's eyes as I locked my gaze on him. He was well aware that the instant he turned his sight away from me, he would lose. So he stared at me and made hesitant steps back.I rushed towards him; if anybody else saw this, they'd think I'd gone insane. The rationale for this is simple: in a knife vs. bare hand combat, the best option is to flee if at all feasible. Regardless after knowing that, I'm still going at him with bare hands.The person in front of me is not experienced, and most importantly, he lacks the conviction to really strike me. Even if he had already made up his mind and determined to stab me with a knife, the experience is far worse when we had to do it for real.When he spotted me approaching, he pulled back a little. Even he was surprised that I would try to assault even after knowing the risk factors.In reaction to my advancing forward, he attempted slicing with the knife at me; I averted it and kicked him in the upper torso. He lost his balance, giving me the opportunity to disarm him. But his eyes were locked on me, as if he knew I'd do it, so in response to it he let go of his knife.When I saw this, I took a little stop. When the knife dropped to the ground, the entire room became dead silent for a moment. I attempted to grasp the fallen knife, but at that very instant, I caught the sight of Roy feverishly pointing his leg at my head.I leapt sideways to avoid getting hit in the face. But that made a chance for Roy to get upper hand again. He picked up the knife. This time he came at me. Without a single second to think he launched continues attack at me.No manner what happens there is always a difference when the other person is wielding a weapon. In order to win Roy was desperately clenching onto his knife. He don't want to let go his upper hand at all even if it is for a moment only. Knowing that I couldn't do much against a knife he didn't let go of this chance and began swinging his knife frantically. I could only try dogging because if the knife connected with my body it could be fatal.Neither of us didn't exchange a single word but yet the air between us was getting heavier. While escaping from his relentless attacks I tried searching for something, anything to stop him from attacking.There it is.I leapt to my right, clutching the text book that was lying under one of the desks. It was fortunate that the light was brighter in that location that I was able to notice it.He also noticed that I was trying to get hold onto it and to prevent that he tried his best but he wasn't a professional, I was able to evade his attacks and got hold of the book. As I was taking out the book my hand felt something beside it. Just as an assurance I took it also."You are not getting away!" he yelled at me and aiming straight at me. I could have prevented it but I was a bit late in doing that, to protect myself I placed the text book between me and the knife.*Pierce*The knife pierced but only half way through, most likely it didn't pierce through it completely is because he don't have enough strength to do so. I guessed that would be the case that's why I took the chance.He tried freeing his knife but this time he was a bit late in doing that, I instantly bent the book sideways forcing Roy to let go of the knife."W-what?" he was shocked. I could have stopped right there and he also could have stopped but instead he desperately tried to get hold of that knife. So, to prevent from that happening. I focused my strength on my right leg and positioned my left leg to make a strong stance.I waited for the right moment for him to be into my strike range; he was so frantic that he neglected to glance around and do something pleasant for me. The second he came inside the range I released my leg.*Whoosh*"GAAHHH!" it was a perfect hit. My leg and his abdomen were so precisely linked that he flew right to the opposite end of the room.I took a big breath and let myself a minute to settle down.It's not that I was scared I was scared but it might be the first time facing someone with a lethal weapon. I wasn't sure if it was not my first because I knew exactly how to react to every situation."This should calm him down," I said to myself.The fight was over, but Roy still haven't woken up. To make sure he didn't die and he was still breathing I checked his pulse. My eyes were directed at the knife and his hands, therefore I didn't notice the exact point of blow on his body so I needed to confirm this, because if I had hit his liver or any region near it, it could lead to instant death.I searched the whole room for something resembling a rope to bind him up. I don't want him to rampage like that again. Fortunately, I discovered something, but it wasn't quite a rope, but rather a large piece of fabric. I'm not sure what it's good for. But that doesn't matter because it can be used to bind him. But that wasn't the only issue; I'm not sure how I should bind him. If I put a single desk behind him and tie it up, he might push ahead along with the desk, and it won't stop him; I need something more robust that can hold him down.While I was contemplating about it, I locked the door so no one could interrupt me when I went to investigate him. What he said when we were fighting meant something; if it didn't, he wouldn't have acted the way he did. I've seen Roy act condescending so far, and he has a big ego despite having lost two confrontations. Something definitely is going on with him. But what?This can only answered by him.TO BE CONTINUED
