VS. Not ON, VS.

Get it right people.
*thinks of Brokeback mountain, shudders*

Anyways.
I saw SilverFX post on how she hates writing battles scenes, and I saw all the posts asking/thinking of a Brandon vs. Jaysen fight, with a little bit of Silver. 😛

And so, due to popular demand (I’m bored) and with Silver’s consent, agreement, and spiffy-ness, I have written the irrelevant fight between Brandon and Jaysen in the Archery Range.

Aurora’s Redemption 56: link

Continued from right after Silver kicks Brandon in the sensitive area and Jaysen consoles her.

The Bold area is where my writing comes in.

Enjoy.

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As if noticing a newcomer on the scene for the first time, Silver looked confused for a moment, her grey eyes unfocused and puzzled, before she finally recognised Jaysen.

‘Yes. I am now.’ The furious look returned to her face as she turned to where Brandon lay, or once did. Startled, she whipped around.

Her voluntary gasp of surprise, coupled with Jaysen’s reflexes, brought them to the ground as Jaysen pushed Silver away and fell after her. The Doombringer made a loud clang as it hit the spot where Jaysen and Silver stood nanoseconds earlier.

Brandon looked at them laying on the floor, grinning. Jaysen stared in dis-belief. Silver never misses. How could could he even stand?
At once, Brandon pulls up his blue robe. Choking a bit, Silver gets up and stared away, but Jaysen watched as he knocked on the armor underneath the robe.

“Crotch protector.” Brandon said to Jaysen bewildered face. “Never left home without it.”

“Well now, that being a bit paranoid isn’t it? Scared of a girl’s kick every time you leave your house?” Jaysen replied, picking himself up from the dusty floor.

With a sound that was a cross between a angry cat and a dying bird, Brandon charged, his sword out in front like a jousting spear.
Silver leapt towards the side wall as Jaysen remained calm.

‘He’s a tank, now remember. Speed, speed, speed.’ Jaysen thought.

Brandon brought down his sword like a vaulter, much quicker then Jaysen anticipated. He shuffled back and grabbed the sword. Brandon pulled his arm back in a thrust, Jaysen ducked, and jumped, using his bent knees. Grabbing onto Brandon’s open hair, he pulled himself behind the warrior and shot his hand forward, which was now taken up by a gleaming Serpent’s Coil.

Brandon moved sideways, Jaysen fell forward with momentum and almost crashed in the planted sword before leaping over it again. Brandon quickly pulled it out a slashed at his opponent.

Jaysen ducked again. Brandon continued the motion, using the force of the slash to slash downwards. Still crouching, Jaysen rolled away while muttering words. A blue circle surrounded him. He leapt up, much quicker, and charged.

Brandon stuck his sword in the wall beside him, and started to swing on it, like a curtain pole. Up, around, it was much easier without his armor.
Unable to stop himself, Jaysen ran right into Brandon’s feet as him swung around. Jaysen flew back, into the arms of Silver, who ran behind him.

Brandon pulled out his sword and charged again, this time aiming for Silver. She panicked, her arm was still hurting. All of a sudden, Jaysen popped up again, seemingly unhurt, and deflected the Doombringer. Brandon’s hair waved as he stumbled, Silver saw an opening and tried to shoot an arrow as Jaysen reared up for another stab.

The dagger made contact at the same time as the arrow, blood poured from the open wounds on Brandon’s left arm. He cursed loudly, and swung his arm around, striking Jaysen in the head again. Blood and a silver Identity flew sideways as Jaysen fell to the ground again.

Silver screamed slightly and turned to Brandon.

“You foul, spiteful jack-“
Before she could finish, Brandon swung his sword, direct hitting Silver’s silver head with the blunt side. He laughed maniacally as she fell.

Jaysen was struggling up, and as he watched Brandon slap Silver with his sword, a great intense fury stole over him. Without warning, he stabbed Brandon once, twice, in the back of his head.

The laughter had not completely died from Brandon’s face as he fell forwards, black hair shimmering, his sword dropping at the same speed. He fell over, beside Silver, struggling to stay alive. He saw her grey eyes open and they looked at each other, laying on the floor, finding consolation in each other, before Brandon slowly stopped breathing and Silver’s eyes turned into hate, as she got up. The Doombringer lay beside Jaysen as he lay back, panting, a bruise on his left temple pulsating. He smiled at Silver, and fell backwards, asleep.

The Blue Maro lay on the other side of the now-sleeping Jaysen, having been knocked off when Silver was hit. It shone in the light of the room.

Approved By SilverFX and the Severe Waffle Deficiencies Syndrome Detector Society.

~~~~Pirkid~~~~