FRIDAY MEME

[staturity]

PROMPT ME

Here's the deal.
1. Comment with your characters
2. Someone else replies with a prompt.
3. Write out a drabble/fic/whatever filling that prompt.
4. ??
5. PROFIT!

Comments

well as long as we're being ridiculous

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

The zombie raised its blade, twisting the grip of its katana and bringing it to eye level, the blade held high above its head in a vertical stance. The cold metal flashed in the darkness, briefly reflecting the pale moonlight.

Zouichi shot forward, axe in hand. As if on some signal, his opponent moved at the same time, bringing its katana down in a whistling arc. Zouichi brought up his own blade in a block, briefly fixing his gaze on its ruined face.

The zombie twisted its grip on the katana suddenly, shoving Zouichi backwards with a lightning blow of surprising force. The impasse broken, it pursued the brief opening, charging forward while its opponent was still off-balance.

Zouichi avoided the second blow, leaping backwards in an attempt to recover. He dodged the swing by inches. With no other choice in such tight quarters, he drove forward once more, planning to counter, though even he could see that he'd be one instant too late to prevent the zombie from cutting him open at the collarbone.

He switched his weapon with one deft movement from right hand to left, without pausing in his swing -- in an instant, the distance between his opponent and his blade was cut short, allowing him to follow through.

Zouichi came to a stop on the grass several feet away, not bothering to turn to face his enemy. Instead he spun the axe about its center of mass in a flourish, snapping its haft into a resting position against one shoulder.

Behind him, the zombie collapsed in a gush of half-coagulated blood, nothing more than a mouldering puppet with its strings cut.