From: Jose L. Solano (jsolano199@aol.comlink) Subject: [PW!] The Vulture and the Falcon Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2000/03/26 Pokéwars: Trent Retwin "The Vulture and the Falcon" Jose L. Solano "A sword fight?" Trent asked. He didn't see a sword on Tenchi. He must have imagined he had one in his drunken state. "Fine then." Tenchi slowly staggered to his feet and grabbed a sword off a table. It probably wasn't even his, just a sword waiting for someone to take it. Trent wouldn't admit it, but he had no practice with his sword. His skills were as good as a Snorlax's ability to fly. "Yer gonna die you guy..." Tenchi muttered as he staggered backwards and out the door. The stars were easily visible in the dark sky far from city lights. 'What a beautiful sight,' Trent thought to himself. 'Tenchi is fortunate to have this sky as the last thing he ever sees'. Tenchi lead the first strike with an unbalanced swing to Trent's leg. Not having to use any thought or quick reflexes, Trent just lifted his leg to avoid the blade. Before Tenchi could finish the sluggish strike, Trent grabbed his face and threw him forward. "Hey... why you do this fer?!" Tenchi yelled. His speech was slowly improving. Perhaps his liver was working overtime. Tenchi struck again, this time faster and more coordinated. Trent blocked the sword with his own, and pushed his opponent forward. Tenchi managed to maintain his balance and struck again. By now, his reflexes matched Trent's. Trent swung his sword at Tenchi's neck, but the drunk blocked with his own blade. Trent faked a strike to Tenchi's chest and reversed his attack, cutting Tenchi's arm. 'Damn!' Trent thought. 'I knew I should have sharpened it!' Trent continued his series of attacks, but the sobering Tenchi managed to block most of them, and those that weren't blocked were narrowly avoided. Trent faked another swing to his legs. As Tenchi blocked, Trent connected with a backhand to the face. "Hey! That wasn't fair!" Tenchi said with a clear voice. He must've finally sobered up. Before Tenchi could strike back, Trent kicked him in the stomach, knocking him down. Trent stood over his fallen opponent with his sword to Tenchi's neck. "It's over, Tenchi." "Before you kill me, just tell me what I did to deserve this?" "Where should I start? My death or stealing my Pokémon?" Tenchi was slowly reaching for his sword, hoping Trent wouldn't see. "Look, whatever I did, I'm sorry! Just let me go, and I'll get you whatever you want!" "Do you really think I'm that stupid?" "Well..." "That was a rhetorical question!" Tenchi could barely reach his sword, but fortunately Trent spotted him and kick the sword away. He walked over and picked it up. Taking advantage of this temporary distraction, Tenchi made a run for the bar. "You're not going anywhere!" Trent yelled as he threw Tenchi's own sword at him. It plunged into the wall, narrowly missing Tenchi. He pulled his sword out and faced Trent. Trent threw his sword down. Tenchi approached him slowly, with his sword drawn. "This is ridiculous!" Trent yelled. "Here I am, trying to kill you for having good intentions!" By now, the fight had caused so much commotion that people were standing at the bar door, room balconies, and even the deck itself, watching. "You didn't mean to get me killed! You just wanted me to protect you and your wife!" "Wait... if you died, why are you here?" "Oh, it's a long story. C'mon, let's go get some drinks and I'll tell you all about it." Watching the fight end, the people all went back to sleep, drinking, or whatever it was they were doing. "So how's your wife, Natasha?" "She's doing just fine." Tenchi sheathed his sword. Trent put his arm on Tenchi's shoulder. "Look, I'm sorry I came and attacked you like that, I don't know what came over me!" "Oh, it's no problem. I get into fights pretty often." "How often do you get out of them?" "With help from my wife, always." Trent grabbed Tenchi by the neck and held him on the railing, ready to drop him. "Not this time." "What? But you-" "You're far too trusting." Trent punched Tenchi in the stomach. As soon as Tenchi hunched over, Trent punched his face. "Did you think you could get away from me so easily? You forget, I'm a Retwin." Tenchi didn't know the relevance of Trent's last name, and if he did he'd be in too much pain to care. Trent kicked Tenchi's left kneecap, knocking him to the ground. As he lay there, Trent delivered several more kicks to Tenchi's sides, head, and stomach. He picked Tenchi up and slammed his face against the rails. Tenchi couldn't take much more of the brutal beating. With any luck, he'd die soon. Tenchi quickly grabbed his sword and blindly swung from the ground. Trent kicked the metal blade out of Tenchi's hand and picked it up himself. "No, it wouldn't be fair if you didn't have this. You'd be at a disadvantage." He threw the sword off the ship into the cold, dark ocean below. "But that just makes it easier for me." "What's going on here?" yelled one of the SS Anne's security guards. Before he could point the flashlight at him, Trent disappeared into the shadows. Jose Luis Solano ------------------------------- Offical Member of the AFSH Stupid Brigade ------------------------------- Beware the Dark Hamster of the Sith