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fandomhighdorms2011-07-04 11:41 am
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Salle | Afternoon | Monday | July 4
The practice dummy made a poor substitute for what he really wanted to be stabbing, to be honest. What he really wanted to be stabbing lived three floors up and had completely turned his back on everything Percy thought he'd face down and get through. He'd put his faith and his belief in the wrong person and it had backfired.
It was his fault. With a violent swing of the sword, Percy buried the blade in the side of the dummy's neck. He pulled it out and stepped back, falling into a fighting stance. Last night, he'd thought about going home for awhile and trying to find and end this with his Luke quick. There weren't any differences between the two Luke's in his head now. That's what he was forcing himself to believe, at least.
Percy kept swinging and slicing and stabbing, wiping the sweat that had beaded on his brow away with a swipe of his hand. He kept ripping the dummy apart and knew his focus was lost. If this had been a real opponent, he'd have been dead but it wasn't so he was still alive.
It'd be a miracle if he stayed that way before this summer finished. He already wanted to kill someone that lived across the hall and he knew that wouldn't be taken lightly.
[Salle is open, boy is tetchy]
It was his fault. With a violent swing of the sword, Percy buried the blade in the side of the dummy's neck. He pulled it out and stepped back, falling into a fighting stance. Last night, he'd thought about going home for awhile and trying to find and end this with his Luke quick. There weren't any differences between the two Luke's in his head now. That's what he was forcing himself to believe, at least.
Percy kept swinging and slicing and stabbing, wiping the sweat that had beaded on his brow away with a swipe of his hand. He kept ripping the dummy apart and knew his focus was lost. If this had been a real opponent, he'd have been dead but it wasn't so he was still alive.
It'd be a miracle if he stayed that way before this summer finished. He already wanted to kill someone that lived across the hall and he knew that wouldn't be taken lightly.
[Salle is open, boy is tetchy]