The Soldier - Chapter 1
***Edited as of 3/25/2017***
He hadn’t been holding
on that tight but when he let go, the ghost of the pressure still
lingered on my skin. “Hm, I guess we’re not as similar as I thought.” He
stepped back, took another drag of his cigarette, and crossed his
“Guess not.” I replied, but there was a part of me that knew I was lying. A part of me that recognized the truth in his words, however small it was, and was excited by it.
I blocked the fist that was heading towards me with a forearm and began my attack. My pulled punches quickly found their mark on his jaw and temple before I stopped and stepped back.
“Again.” He commanded as we broke apart, his fists coming up into position. I lifted my hands in response and closely observed his body language, anticipating his next move. His tongue became visible as it pressed down into his lower lip. His face was full of concentration as we slowly circled each other, both waiting for the other to make the first move. He had the advantage in height, towering over me by almost a full foot, which would have been intimidating if I didn’t have full knowledge of how to counter his moves from our months of training.