You hear that..?
..the quiet before the storm..
trainā¦..trainā¦and train againā¦..
Fingers achingā¦..eyes bloodshotā¦.movements become autonomous. Dodge, slash, first finger knuckle to the throat.
His opponent buckles over from lack of air and fear of what comes next.
What's worse the pain of a crushed adams apple....or the echoing electric neurons screaming for this body to provide oxygen for its brain. Tendons spasm..Vertebrae cramps in an arch similar to a fully drawn Bow reaching its limits. There is only white light now..no more sounds..the fear subsides..even the pain becomes secondary to the darkness that begins to unfold as Eikon's latest casualty slips into eternity. Ā "Forgive me Uncle..but this is for Endgame...for Aksum..for momma," The shadows take on their lifeless shapes as a lonely young boy slips away under the arid night sky.
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