“That's a tall
order.”
Paul Bunyan*
#quote
CJ might come
over this weekend. Also a meteor might also hit the Earth sometime in
the future causing a catastrophe like what happened to the dinosaurs.
Anyway onto the flash fiction!
Two Very
Different Knights
The alien
knight laughed as he juggled his sword between his four tentacles.
His body stood tall and thin, almost noodle like, yet it held
tremendous strength in its muscles. He stood upright like a human and
possessed two legs like one, but those four tentacles took place of
arms, two popping out of each spot an arm should. The head could pass
off as a massive clear-white diamond if it weren't for the visible
organs on the outside and inside. A huge brain, eight eyes, long
nose, and a smile stretched wide with teeth sharp, flat and hooked.
The tongue forked in three. If touched the diamond head would jiggle
like jello since it was an organic container for the organs of the
alien.
“Human you
look quite tired.” The alien kept smiling, still juggling the
sword. The plates of armor along its body rattled as it danced
around. “Just surrender and get this over with. I'd rather not have
to kill you or chop off a few limbs to get a victory.”
Thomas stood up
in his armor ready to fight again. He never thought that his love of
swords and recreational sword fighting would land him in the position
to save the world. But here he was. When the aliens invaded they told
the humans that they could send a knight to duel for the right to
keep their planet. Since humanity was hopelessly outgunned by the
alien spaceships this old tradition of the alien conquerors was a
stroke of luck.
Thomas tried to
hit the alien again. The alien blocked. Too quick and too strong. The
alien moved much faster and blocked harder than anyone Thomas fought,
going all out with fake weapons or using real weapons in his many
scripted shows he'd done. Thomas also fought with blunted “real”
weapons he made close to the real thing as possible while being less
dangerous. But whatever technique Thomas built up over the years, it
didn't matter, the alien was too strong. The human knight was
introduced to this all when he was a child and now fought the alien
at a good thirty years of age. Old enough to be wise in the craft,
but not old enough to have his body start falling apart.
Another few
minutes. The alien with a smile decided to slash and bash into
Thomas's armor a bit. The alien's blade hadn't cut through his human
opponent's skin, but Thomas had been bruised over and over several
times already.
“Is this all
humanity has to offer?” The alien asked. “I was hoping this
universal translator would let me talk to an interesting opponent,
but you're weaker than one of my squires.”
The human
knight stood once again. He'd taken worse beatings.
“So you stand
up once again.” The alien kept juggling its sword and smiling, it
found this simple routine amusing enough. “I'll just keep beating
you down. Though once I get bored I'll kill you and we'll enslave
your race. Oh! Then I can see if you a wife. I can use her to find
out what females of your species are like, if you know what I mean.”
In the next
instant Thomas moved faster than lightning his sword rammed straight
through the alien's huge diamond head. When he let go of his sword
the alien's dead body fell to the ground with a thud. Thomas won the
duel and humanity its planet.
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