SHANEfight
by C.A. Swaim, 2012
The scene was absolutely chaotic.
Aeolus stood at the helm of his ship, bleating out phrases like “My beautiful ship!” and other mournful endearments. His hands were raised dramatically above his head. Down below, there was a fight between forty something men and Shane occurring. She and Aeolus’s crew held their own against a ship of pirates that had pulled up next to their vessel in the night. The sun shone brightly overheard now, but Shane was still clad in only boots and a slip, now torn and covered with dirt and blood. She didn’t seem to notice, however, as she brandished her two swords toward the largest and strongest of the pirate crew. He towered over her a good foot and a half, but that didn’t scare her. Not even the sword he fought with, which was made with a massively heavy blade. She could only guess at how much it weighed.
She broke her gaze from the behemoth’s face as a smaller pirate whirled close to her, attempting to catch her off guard with a backslash. She tossed one sword into her other hand, holding both hilts with an iron-vice grip as she used her now-free hand to grip the pirate’s wrist and twisted his arm upward around his back at an awkward, hopefully very painful, angle. He yelped in surprise as Shane wasted no time and drove both her blades through his back. She used the flat of her foot to push his gurgling body off and then turned back to the giant, her face splattered with blood and a sick smirk on her face.
“You ready to dance?”