09-23-2014, 03:49 PM
In the middle of circling, Bas felt something enter the room. The man somehow seemed darker, larger. Not literally, but it was as if the man was breathing down his neck.
Bas got angry. This had changed. This wasn't just friendly sparring. He felt threat in the air. And instinct took over. There was no thought. He was on the street again. A merging of his jiu jitsu and much more primitive fighting took over.
The man seemed faster and his reactions were fast. But Bas was on automatic and quicker than thought twice he hit the guy, first a kick to the ribs and then a punch to the face. The man looked wary and it seemed like it hurt.
It was hard to reconcile the look of the man with the feeling in the air. Bas rushed into the center of his body. Just as the man's knees came up like he was going to kick him, he dropped and twisted, his legs coming up tangling with the man's legs and pulling him down. He had no time to react other then uselessly putting his hands up to lessen the fall. Even as he fell, Bas had twisted around and had the man's head in the crook of his knee, squeezing. That feeling of threat was till in the air and he had trouble thinking.
He felt Charlie's arm go around his neck. "It's over man! It's just a game."
After a moment, the words pierced the fog and he let go, let himself be pulled back. Even just laying there, moving around as he tried to rise, the room felt dark. Was it spirits? Something like that? Bas prayed and the the Holy Mother granted him her power. The feeling didn't diminish, but now he felt less helpless. The power coursed through him, bringing everything into focus- smell of the sweat and the leather and the mat, the blood from the man's nose, the sounds of the screens in the background, the heavy breathing of Charlie and the other two guys. He looked around, trying to figure out what it was that was bothering him.
He looked the man and he looked back at him. He had been ready to lose it. There was some sort of recognition there though, in the man's eyes. Charlie's words shook him. "Dude, chill. Just a friendly match."
Bas tried, but he couldn't shake that feeling.
Bas got angry. This had changed. This wasn't just friendly sparring. He felt threat in the air. And instinct took over. There was no thought. He was on the street again. A merging of his jiu jitsu and much more primitive fighting took over.
The man seemed faster and his reactions were fast. But Bas was on automatic and quicker than thought twice he hit the guy, first a kick to the ribs and then a punch to the face. The man looked wary and it seemed like it hurt.
It was hard to reconcile the look of the man with the feeling in the air. Bas rushed into the center of his body. Just as the man's knees came up like he was going to kick him, he dropped and twisted, his legs coming up tangling with the man's legs and pulling him down. He had no time to react other then uselessly putting his hands up to lessen the fall. Even as he fell, Bas had twisted around and had the man's head in the crook of his knee, squeezing. That feeling of threat was till in the air and he had trouble thinking.
He felt Charlie's arm go around his neck. "It's over man! It's just a game."
After a moment, the words pierced the fog and he let go, let himself be pulled back. Even just laying there, moving around as he tried to rise, the room felt dark. Was it spirits? Something like that? Bas prayed and the the Holy Mother granted him her power. The feeling didn't diminish, but now he felt less helpless. The power coursed through him, bringing everything into focus- smell of the sweat and the leather and the mat, the blood from the man's nose, the sounds of the screens in the background, the heavy breathing of Charlie and the other two guys. He looked around, trying to figure out what it was that was bothering him.
He looked the man and he looked back at him. He had been ready to lose it. There was some sort of recognition there though, in the man's eyes. Charlie's words shook him. "Dude, chill. Just a friendly match."
Bas tried, but he couldn't shake that feeling.