Rivers Run Deep

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Rivers Run Deep



Chapter 10



Tommy had quickly grabbed a duffle bag from the trunk of their car, and was begging to be the first to practice. He was good with different weapons, but he favorite were the Katonah. His grace and skill with the swards was very impressive, and Mr. Com was very proud. At his advice, Tommy had journeyed to the orient to study with the masters, and it showed in his moves. His kicks were high and strong, the blades never wavered, and he didn’t cut himself, like he used too. At the conclusion of his demonstration, he bowed to his old teacher and guests. He then sheathed the blades and sat down next to El, a huge grin on his face.


“Show off,” said Allen, taking to the floor. Allen did much the same, only his chosen weapons were the Sy, he did a marvelous performance, though his best performance would have been with an opponent, which was what won him the last championship. In the end, he laid the two Sy on the floor in front of El, the longer tips crossing. “And that’s how its done, kid,” he smiled, and returned to his seat.


Daniel was next, hopping down the stairs from the upper level. He loved the higher points to watch, a better vantage point. He took out some sticks and proceeded to the floor. The sticks were too long to be the nun-chucks that El had seen in a cabinet at Mr. Com’s. When he let the sticks fly, she realized why. The middle was a shorter bow staff, with two lengths chained to each end, that were half the length of the middle staff. He spun them around like a bow staff, but the ends were controlled like nun-chucks. She didn’t recognize the weapon, and would have to ask Mr. Com about it later.


Mr. Com was very impressed with Daniel’s performance. It took great care and skill to master the weapon, and he had done so beautifully, quite the improvement over the girl chasing youth of yesterday. Daniel finished his demonstration, and returned the weapon to the long bag. Then it was Kevin’s turn.


Kevin was best at the bow staff, perhaps the best Mr. Com had ever trained. If anyone could help El, it would be him. Kevin performed beautifully, the staff was fluid in his movements. She was quite impressed. None of her moves were like his, and she watched closely, perhaps there was something that she could learn from these overgrown testosterone filled geeks.


When Kevin finished, the end of his staff was pointing right at El’s chest. She wasn’t impressed. He just smiled, and used his bow staff to flip her own into her hands. “Come on kid,” he said with a mischievous grin. “Show us what you’ve got.”


“I’m not as good as you,” she said in her defense as she joined him on the mat, kicking off her shoes as they had done.


“Chicken?” Oh he was going to regret that.


“Watch it,” Allen warned. “If she’s willing to try and take out the sheriff, than she aint no chicken.”


“Well, if Mr. Com trained her, then she should be willing to demonstrate her skill to us.” Kevin took her seat on the benches. “Ralph says that you also take gymnastics. Have you tried to incorporate the two?” She nodded. “Well, show us what you can do.”


“It’s silly,” she said nervously. But she felt her chest do more than that. She was agitated. These guys, masters in their own right, were pushing her. Why?


“El,” she looked to Ralph. “You said you were working on a program for the judges. Why don’t you practice it? I’ve not seen it yet.”


“I won’t be going in front of the judges.”


“Well you are now. Come on, we’re waiting. Someone give me that score sheet. Guys, you take one too. Kid, you’re on the clock, you’ve got three minutes to impress us. Go!”


“What?”


“Two minutes 53 seconds,” Allen counted, looking at his watch.


‘Oh boy,’ she thought, and moved to take a position on the mat. ‘Ok, just like I’ve practiced.’ She laid the bow staff on the floor in front of her, and took two steps back. ‘Ok. I can do this.’


She began her routine.






Ver’On followed them into the building, using a roof access to gain his unseen entry. He’d discovered it on his last visit, a pair of juvenile oomans snuck in that way. When he followed, he thought he’d observe what the two were up too, perhaps the male would be a worthy late night hunt. To his surprise the male and female were striping each other’s clothes, groping each other’s skin. Mating. Figures. The young males are always full of hormones, and the young females were always in heat. No wonder there were so many oomans.


He crawled out over the upper cat walk, slipping down onto the rafters to get a better unobstructed view of the group below. One male stepped to the open floor with swards. The long metal blades sheathed inside their scabbards. At first he thought he’d attack the group, but he quickly observed that he was demonstrating his skill. The female was flanked by two of the other young males, while the fourth was higher up the seats. The fat male that she resided with, and the old man, were seated up and behind her, but lower than the fourth male. ‘They must be posturing themselves to her,’ he thought. To demonstrate one’s skill was the usual way among his kind to gain the attention of a female. He decided to let this play out, to see which one she picked.


She was quite the little ball of fury, she tried to attack a male outside his prison, though her attack was thwarted. Perhaps these males thought themselves more worth of her attention. They did after all, take her away, and return her safely home. Perhaps they were taking the honorable way of approaching her to mate.


The first male was quite good, his technique and moves were very sound and fluid. But without an opponent, he couldn’t judge properly. The second male approached, and used a hinged staff. Many skilled hunters used this weapon, though the two outer pieces were often sharpened blades. His must have been for training. He was good as well, but again, no opponent. The third was also adequate, and the fourth even challenged the female to make her choice.


When she refused, he lifted her weapon to her, another staff, as though to challenge her. She took it, and went to the floor, but the males all stayed seated. They even started passing papers around, heckling her. Perhaps they wanted to see if her skill matched her temper. He wanted a better look, not from above like he was, so he moved across the beams to the upper seating area, and silently lowered himself down. Then moved quietly along the creaky boards to the lower levels, and watched from the side.


By this time the female had laid her weapon on the floor, and stood back from it. He found this quite odd. He scanned the female to find her heart was racing, and then her muscles went into action.






She did a short tumbling routine across the floor, ending with her foot on the end of the staff hard enough to raise it slightly off the floor. She didn’t stop, as she snatched the staff, and went into her training from MR. Com, twisting the staff around her hand, and her body, and combining a summersault and staff maneuver. The boys liked it, it was a tricky thing to do.


She then slammed the end of the staff down to the mat, making it seem like it was anchored, and swung around it like it was a fire pole. When she reached the floor, she kicked the staff, causing it to spin up into the air. She did a quick pose, then flipped backwards three times, and caught the staff as it came down in front of her. She was impressed. She’d been working on that move for days. She’d always land either in front of where it descended, or it landed too far away from her and to the side. She was glad that she’d worked it out.


She hooked her arm around the staff, and turned on the balls of her feet towards the stands. She then reached down with the staff, launching her body into the air, a perfect ‘single point’, she called it, summersault, and brought the staff around aggressively, and pointed it at the males. She was done. It wasn’t that great, she knew that. She wanted to wait for the coach to be alone to try it out, and get some polishing pointers from the choreographers and such. But now that she was definitely out of gymnastics, she wasn’t going to be going that rout. She felt mildly pleased though, that Ralph and Mr. Com had seen her performance. She lowered her staff, and turned back to the mat. The guys didn’t seem impressed, then again, she didn’t really care.


Tommy was the first to speak. “Mr. Com. I know she’s your student, but may we speak to her as though she were our student?”


“She is now. I can teach her no more.”


“Thank you sir.” Tommy returned his gaze to the panting girl. “Your idea is sound. Your strength is good, but…”


“…You jerk yourself around like a 13 year old wanking off for the first time.” The other tow guys slapped their hats across Allen’s head. Boy what analogies he could come up with.
“That’s disgusting,” she said.


“But…he has a point. You’re too jerky. I understand you mainly trained in gymnastics, and they are pretty focused on technique and strength, but in martial arts, you need grace, as well.”


“So, you gona teach me ballet?”


“In a sense,” Kevin said, coming up with his own bow staff. “Stand and face me, ready to attack.” She did. “Ok, right there,” he pointed to her right hand. She held the staff like she was to vault onto the uneven bars. “Turn your hand the other way on the staff, and raise it higher. Good.” Now, bring it down, slowly, to connect with mine.” She did. “Good, you feel the different control? Now try it the other way.” She did. Her hand didn’t feel comfortable. “Feel the difference?” She nodded. “Ok, we’re gona go through a couple different moves, then we’ll practice. Ok?” Again she nodded, and followed what he did.


About two hours later, they were sparing, she learned a few new moves, as well as to incorporate her gym skills better, without the jerky stops and turns. Kevin showed her several times a particular advanced move, but each time she would get it wrong at a different point. “Stop, stop, stop,” Kevin said, “Don’t move.” He went up to her, and looked over her form. “You’re over extending. You’re trying to get to the last move, before you finish what you’re doing. Here,” he grabbed her ankle and tried to move her foot up further to balance her better.


She kicked him away. “Don’t touch me,” she warned, pointing the staff at him.


That’s what he was waiting for, to get her back up, now the true work could begin. “Or what? You’ll kick my butt. Kid, you haven’t got what it takes.” He used his staff to move hers aside, and reached for her shoulder. She kicked him away again, knocking his staff out of his hand. “OWCH!” he cursed, surprised at the amount of force she could put into her staff for the vibration to cause him to let go. He’d been up against the masters in the past, from all over the world, and never had he dropped his bow staff. She had strength alright. “Don’t let her tiny frame fool you guys, she’s got some balls in her.”


El looked to the stands and noticed that Ralph and Mr. Com were gone. “They left a while ago,” Allen stated, tossing Tommy one of his Katonah. “Ralph was tired. They went home to rest.”


“So now what,” she glared at them, getting on the defensive. “You just gone beat me to a pulp? I thought I recognized that look in your eyes.”


“No, we’re not going to beat you.” Tommy said, securing a strap around the hilt of his blade and the scabbard, making sure it would not fly off. This was how he practiced with the blade. “We’re just gona have a little fun with you.”


‘Oh shit! They’re gona gang rape me!’


“You know, I thought it was really cute the way Kevin sat on you and all,” Daniel smiled.


“She sure felt good too, holding onto her, despite the leather,” Tommy licked his lips. “Gotta admit, I never thought a body like yours could hide in all that leather. But a nice looking bitch like you, riding that bike. Man, gives me a boner just thinking about it.”


She shot the end of her staff to Tommy’s groin, and in a lightning move she swung it across Daniel’s and Allen’s faces before they could even move. But when she went to strike Kevin, he was ready. He looked at her eyes just then from across their trapped staffs. “This is gona be so fun,” he whispered. She narrowed her eyes at him, and he saw the madness lurking in their depths. “Oh shit.”