This is the same book, I just went with a completely different start after working with friend of mine to come up with a more coherent story.
Chapter 1
We stood facing each other, swords up in the guard position. Each watching for the slightest motion to indicate where the first strike was going to go. Our eyes simultaneously taking stock of where the tip of the other’s blade was, how our feet were moving as we slowly, painstakingly circled each other waiting for the first move.
He struck first, his blade slashed at my shoulder, an easy move to block. I took the chance to counter attack. I brought my sword down in a slash at his midsection that crossed my body causing me to finish the swing with one hand. It was a risky move because it left me open to attack if I wasn’t quick enough.
The tip of his sword whistled past my head, I leaned back just in time, and it barely missed me. I quickly brought my sword back up to guard myself, after my previous slash missed its mark, which was his ribs.As I brought my sword back up to parry, my opponent's blade sent a shower of sparks off its edge from a powerful overhand strike. I pushed up against his blade, the scraping sound filling the room as I forced his blade around in a half circle leaving him open. I used the momentum of my swing to bring my blade over my head and go for a sweep into his ribs. A light tinkling sound filled the room as I caught his open side with my blade.
I watched the tip of his sword come back in a flick toward my ribs but at the last second it changed directions trying to answer my strike with his own on my thigh, it was a feint. I knew there was no way I could get my blade into the path of his strike which meant I had two choices. I could either take the hit to the thigh or take my chances stepping back. I took the step back and tried to figure out where my opponent’s next slash was going to go. I was too late, damn he’s fast, I felt the tip of his sword pressed against my neck. He saw my muscles tense as I started to move.
“Ah ah, I got you.” He said, pressing the tip against my throat.
I lowered my sword to my side indicating my submission. “Nice feint, I didn’t feel like going home with a bruise on my thigh. My fiancee worries enough about me with all the other bruises.”
“Tell her you are sparing with an ER doc, I can fix almost anything I do to you.” He said with a laugh.
“You know, you are supposed to talk about what’s bothering you while you’re trying to beat my ass.” I laughed and patted him on the back as I moved to set my sword down on the rack.
“Yeah, but I had to concentrate to keep up with you. Where’d you learn to fight like that?” He asked, still trying to catch his breath.
“I’m a long time student at Valkyries. That dojo down the street. The owner's husband, Valerie’s husband, is an old friend of mine. I’ve been studying with her for a long time.” I spotted the look of recognition on his face. “Oh, you know her?”
“Well not her specifically, but I’ve been training there. With one of the other instructors, they told me I wasn’t ready to train with her yet.” He shot me a look of jealousy.
“Oh, um, yeah her assistants are kinda pompous. I’m the only one who’s been training with her longer than them, and they don’t like that my patients get private lessons with her after a certain period of time with me. I’ve been training with her since she opened the dojo.” I said in an effort to mollify that look.
An outside observer would have seen a fearsome sword fight between two men clad in sleeveless chainmail shirts and padded pants and undershirts. One that looked like he could be the stunt double for Nathan Fillion, my friend Ezekeiel Evans “Zeke”, and the other who looked like a mix of Justin Long and Keanu Reeves, me William Greyson Graham “Grey”.
“Let’s get cleaned up and head to Leo’s, I’m sure he’s got a new elixir for us to try.” Moving toward the locker room door so I could go shower. “And I bet the others are waiting for us by now.
Zeke and I arrived at Leo’s Pub to find all of our friends already there. His wife Katherine “Kat” who is a passable double for Melissa Rauch, my fiance Alexa Jean “A.J” who looks a bit like Isolda Dychauk, Mark and Val Anderson looking like Jonathan Roberts from Dancing with the Stars and Milly Alcock, Colton Rhys King IV “Colt” a potential Justin Timberlake stunt double, I know pretentious right, our friend Simon who we all call Syrul a made up Vulcan name because we can’t call him Spock a taller more handsome John C. Reilly, and of course the owner Mason Leonard Thomas “Leo” who looked like a slightly younger Joe Mategna sitting behind the bar.
“Hey everyone, how're things going here?” I asked as I approached the bar. “Leo, any new concoctions for us to try?”
Leo nodded as he pointed at the glasses on the bar. “Don’t ask what’s in it just trust me.” He declared with a wry look.
I’ve learned after years of being a patron, that those words from Leo are dangerous but usually lead to a delicious drink.
Everyone took a sip and a chorus of “mmm amazing Leo” and “Wow, what is in this!?” tumbled from everyone's mouths.
He just laughed, “I told you not to ask, it’s a new secret recipe, I’ve been perfecting it for a week now.
The door to the bar banged open as a group of about ten backwards hatted, pop collared, members of the “if you hit me my daddy will sue you club” came barging rowdily into the bar. Immediately eyeing up the ladies in our group. The three of them looked like they had been plucked out of that redhead festival that takes place in Ireland every year. Kat with blue eyes, Val with green eyes, and A.J. with the exceedingly rare violet eyes that match a dark purple amethyst stone.
I caught the eye of the other guys and gave them a look that said get ready, we all know the type. We’d all been friends long enough to be able to have full length conversations with just a look. Each of us, with a significant other tapped her on the shoulder and muttered “don’t get involved unless you have to.
“Wow, three redheads in one bar, that’s a pretty rare event. Hey, sweetheart does the carpet match the drapes?” The, if possible, douchiest one said looking at Kat. Oh, you picked the wrong one, I thought to myself.
Zeke bristled as he took a half step away from the bar. “That’s my wife you’re talking to, you might want to watch your mouth.” He gently shrugged off Kat’s hand on his arm.
“Or what old man, you think you and the geriatric genteels can take us? We are just here to have some fun.” He said with a lascivious grin at Kat, A.J., and Val.
“Let it pass Zeke, these little fucksticks aren’t worth it. They know, even though they outnumber us they can’t actually do anything. They’re all bark and no bite.” I put my hand gently on his shoulder as we turned back to the bar. I caught the glare from the one who had been yapping out of the corner of my eye and knew this wasn’t over.
They eventually quieted down a bit, but they kept ordering drinks. Shot after shot after shot of Blue Flame Moonshine, the highest proof Old Smoky makes. Oh, this isn’t going to end well, I thought with a roll of my eyes. I kept an eye on them, I noticed Leo and the rest doing the same out of the corner of my eye.
Our little group is a mashup of small business owners. I have a small psychology and physical therapy practice, Colt is a physicist who examines car accidents for a living, Mark is a public relations specialist he runs the advertising for all of our small businesses, Val is the owner of dojo where she does a little bit of everything, Zeke is a doctor in the local ER, Kat is a locally famous artist with her own gallery, A.J. is a real estate agent, and Simon is the financial adviser for all of us and of course Leo owns the bar we all hang out in after work.
A short time later the girls all decided they needed to go to the ladies room, and that’s when the fight started.
Chapter 1
We stood facing each other, swords up in the guard position. Each watching for the slightest motion to indicate where the first strike was going to go. Our eyes simultaneously taking stock of where the tip of the other’s blade was, how our feet were moving as we slowly, painstakingly circled each other waiting for the first move.
He struck first, his blade slashed at my shoulder, an easy move to block. I took the chance to counter attack. I brought my sword down in a slash at his midsection that crossed my body causing me to finish the swing with one hand. It was a risky move because it left me open to attack if I wasn’t quick enough.
The tip of his sword whistled past my head, I leaned back just in time, and it barely missed me. I quickly brought my sword back up to guard myself, after my previous slash missed its mark, which was his ribs.As I brought my sword back up to parry, my opponent's blade sent a shower of sparks off its edge from a powerful overhand strike. I pushed up against his blade, the scraping sound filling the room as I forced his blade around in a half circle leaving him open. I used the momentum of my swing to bring my blade over my head and go for a sweep into his ribs. A light tinkling sound filled the room as I caught his open side with my blade.
I watched the tip of his sword come back in a flick toward my ribs but at the last second it changed directions trying to answer my strike with his own on my thigh, it was a feint. I knew there was no way I could get my blade into the path of his strike which meant I had two choices. I could either take the hit to the thigh or take my chances stepping back. I took the step back and tried to figure out where my opponent’s next slash was going to go. I was too late, damn he’s fast, I felt the tip of his sword pressed against my neck. He saw my muscles tense as I started to move.
“Ah ah, I got you.” He said, pressing the tip against my throat.
I lowered my sword to my side indicating my submission. “Nice feint, I didn’t feel like going home with a bruise on my thigh. My fiancee worries enough about me with all the other bruises.”
“Tell her you are sparing with an ER doc, I can fix almost anything I do to you.” He said with a laugh.
“You know, you are supposed to talk about what’s bothering you while you’re trying to beat my ass.” I laughed and patted him on the back as I moved to set my sword down on the rack.
“Yeah, but I had to concentrate to keep up with you. Where’d you learn to fight like that?” He asked, still trying to catch his breath.
“I’m a long time student at Valkyries. That dojo down the street. The owner's husband, Valerie’s husband, is an old friend of mine. I’ve been studying with her for a long time.” I spotted the look of recognition on his face. “Oh, you know her?”
“Well not her specifically, but I’ve been training there. With one of the other instructors, they told me I wasn’t ready to train with her yet.” He shot me a look of jealousy.
“Oh, um, yeah her assistants are kinda pompous. I’m the only one who’s been training with her longer than them, and they don’t like that my patients get private lessons with her after a certain period of time with me. I’ve been training with her since she opened the dojo.” I said in an effort to mollify that look.
An outside observer would have seen a fearsome sword fight between two men clad in sleeveless chainmail shirts and padded pants and undershirts. One that looked like he could be the stunt double for Nathan Fillion, my friend Ezekeiel Evans “Zeke”, and the other who looked like a mix of Justin Long and Keanu Reeves, me William Greyson Graham “Grey”.
“Let’s get cleaned up and head to Leo’s, I’m sure he’s got a new elixir for us to try.” Moving toward the locker room door so I could go shower. “And I bet the others are waiting for us by now.
Zeke and I arrived at Leo’s Pub to find all of our friends already there. His wife Katherine “Kat” who is a passable double for Melissa Rauch, my fiance Alexa Jean “A.J” who looks a bit like Isolda Dychauk, Mark and Val Anderson looking like Jonathan Roberts from Dancing with the Stars and Milly Alcock, Colton Rhys King IV “Colt” a potential Justin Timberlake stunt double, I know pretentious right, our friend Simon who we all call Syrul a made up Vulcan name because we can’t call him Spock a taller more handsome John C. Reilly, and of course the owner Mason Leonard Thomas “Leo” who looked like a slightly younger Joe Mategna sitting behind the bar.
“Hey everyone, how're things going here?” I asked as I approached the bar. “Leo, any new concoctions for us to try?”
Leo nodded as he pointed at the glasses on the bar. “Don’t ask what’s in it just trust me.” He declared with a wry look.
I’ve learned after years of being a patron, that those words from Leo are dangerous but usually lead to a delicious drink.
Everyone took a sip and a chorus of “mmm amazing Leo” and “Wow, what is in this!?” tumbled from everyone's mouths.
He just laughed, “I told you not to ask, it’s a new secret recipe, I’ve been perfecting it for a week now.
The door to the bar banged open as a group of about ten backwards hatted, pop collared, members of the “if you hit me my daddy will sue you club” came barging rowdily into the bar. Immediately eyeing up the ladies in our group. The three of them looked like they had been plucked out of that redhead festival that takes place in Ireland every year. Kat with blue eyes, Val with green eyes, and A.J. with the exceedingly rare violet eyes that match a dark purple amethyst stone.
I caught the eye of the other guys and gave them a look that said get ready, we all know the type. We’d all been friends long enough to be able to have full length conversations with just a look. Each of us, with a significant other tapped her on the shoulder and muttered “don’t get involved unless you have to.
“Wow, three redheads in one bar, that’s a pretty rare event. Hey, sweetheart does the carpet match the drapes?” The, if possible, douchiest one said looking at Kat. Oh, you picked the wrong one, I thought to myself.
Zeke bristled as he took a half step away from the bar. “That’s my wife you’re talking to, you might want to watch your mouth.” He gently shrugged off Kat’s hand on his arm.
“Or what old man, you think you and the geriatric genteels can take us? We are just here to have some fun.” He said with a lascivious grin at Kat, A.J., and Val.
“Let it pass Zeke, these little fucksticks aren’t worth it. They know, even though they outnumber us they can’t actually do anything. They’re all bark and no bite.” I put my hand gently on his shoulder as we turned back to the bar. I caught the glare from the one who had been yapping out of the corner of my eye and knew this wasn’t over.
They eventually quieted down a bit, but they kept ordering drinks. Shot after shot after shot of Blue Flame Moonshine, the highest proof Old Smoky makes. Oh, this isn’t going to end well, I thought with a roll of my eyes. I kept an eye on them, I noticed Leo and the rest doing the same out of the corner of my eye.
Our little group is a mashup of small business owners. I have a small psychology and physical therapy practice, Colt is a physicist who examines car accidents for a living, Mark is a public relations specialist he runs the advertising for all of our small businesses, Val is the owner of dojo where she does a little bit of everything, Zeke is a doctor in the local ER, Kat is a locally famous artist with her own gallery, A.J. is a real estate agent, and Simon is the financial adviser for all of us and of course Leo owns the bar we all hang out in after work.
A short time later the girls all decided they needed to go to the ladies room, and that’s when the fight started.