17 A Fighting on the Stree (2/2)
”Oh, this is bad news!!” she whispered, coming even closer to Sam and trying to push her away ”XiaoJie... XiaoJie we really should get going...! Right now, we really should go!!”.
Sam frowned, looking back at her.
”Shhh!! Ah Mei, I want to see it!” she shushed her, not noticing the sudden nervousness that made the girl's voice quiver.
”XiaoJie... We really should go!!” she insisted. But just as Sam was about to slap her hand away and ask her for patience, the complete stillness was broken by a loud cry.
And then the two of them lounged themselves at each other. It was all so fast Sam could do nothing but fast in astonishment.
Their movements where flawless, with the more nervous and ruthless one brandishing his sword in perfect arcs, attacking his opponent at a speed that should be impossible. But it wasn't him that got Sam enthralled. No, it was the Priest. At first, she thought he was just standing there, still as a willowy tree, a small, gracious smile still on his face.
It wasn't until someone commented at her side at such grate skill and years of cultivation from the Daoist master that she noticed. It wasn't that he was still, but that his movements were so swift, so effortless, that human eye could barely register it.
Sam felt like watching a dance. A beautiful, deadly dance. She was mesmerized. It was almost possible to feel the buzz of energy all around them, the gathering of force and the excitement humming over the crowd.
And then suddenly something changed, the movements got more aggressive, even though the still flowed as a calm river. Both seemed to speed up, bringing things to a deadlock. It was then that the Daoist Master started using his flute with one hand to avert the sharp, double sided blade, the other one pointed upwards with two fingers.
It almost looked like he was chanting something.
”Ah-ah! Do you think he will do it??” someone asked excitedly from somewhere around her.
”Quite! You don't want to make him loose concentration!”.
”Aya! As if it was possible! Master is such a grate martial artists! Just look, he will definitely use the Cloud Shattering technique!”.
Sam frowned, trying to get a little closer to the talking couple, but at precisely that moment she was shoved from behind by the squirming mass, losing sight of Ah Mei as she was shoved to the front row.
”Xiaojie!”she still heard the girl calling, right before a sizzling sound caught her attention. Her head whipped at the front, eyes wide with wonder and horror as she saw what looked like small, shimmeringthreads of energy gathering themselves around the Master's lifted hand, bundling onto one another till there was only a cloud-like mass of thunder and lightning suspended over both fighters.
Seeing that, the challengers bared his teeth, stopping his movements and burning his swords deep on the ground with a single shove. The crowd hurrayed, seemingly even more excited as he aso started to concentrate, his hand forming a fighting stance while yellow light blinked in and out of sight around him.
'Ahn...?' Sam gasped, her hands flying at her mouth 'This doesn't look like CGI in the least... could it be it's all real?? No it's impossible! It really couldn't!! Still...'
The energy became stronger, so that she could almost smell it. It overwhelmed her, made her head muddled and her breath haggard.
”I have to get out of here” she whispered to herself, desperately trying to find a way out by bumping and pushing the sea of people aside. ”Please, please! let me out! I need to get out!!”
She hit into something and then was pushed back. Hard.
And then she was falling. Right in the middle of the fighting duo.
Everyone around held their breaths, horrified at the girl lying on the ground between such powerful attacks on the making. There was no doubt on their minds that the girl was crazy. She must definitely be seeking death to put out such stunt.
Far behind, still trying to make her way at the front, Ah Mei continued to shout desperately for the girl.
”Miss!!! Miss! Get up!! Miss, please, Ah Mei is coming!!! Miss Yue!!!” she kept trying, almost calling her name on her efforts to catch her miss's attention and get her to move away.
'I should have made us go!' she berated herself. When she saw WHO was fighting, she should have tried harder, pushed them to leave... But her curiosity at the fight got the better off her. And now Ying Yue was sprawled in the middle of the fight, completely lost!
The challenger opened his eyes, suddenly turning his head as the sounds and voices finally filtered at him. Frowning, he followed the mindless shouts and screams till a small servant girl trying to fight the crowd, her face a mask of terror... His gaze travelled on, trying to understand why everyone looked so agitated, talking, whispering and pointing.
Finally, his eyes stopped at the figure fallen on the middle of the circle, apparently massaging an aching head.
He gasped, all the energy he was gathering disappearing. It could not be possible. I could not be her... Could it?
”Outch!” the girl mumbled, still not getting up the floor ”I hope this doesn't mean another visit from that stinky doctor... Ah, my head hurts!”.
He was not wrong. Heavens.
It was her. It really was her.
”The rumors were right” he whispered at himself ”she is alive”.
Without regard of anything, he left his stance, running to the girl and, before she could say anything, pushing her up and into his arms.
”Yue'er... Yue'er... I though I had lost you!” he repeated nonstop, his arms tightening around her.
Sam stilled, her body stiff as a wood. She could think straight. She didn't understand what was happening.
On the other side, the Daoist Master stopped, his hand lowering itself until he was once more on his two feet, a curious look on his beautiful, bluish eyes.
'Ah Mei, you have to save me!!' Sam thought as she tried fighting the stranger by pushing him away from her. But it seemed that he was somewhere else, content with just keeping whispering noises and calling her name.
'Oh God, Ying Yue! Why is it that you seem to have left such a mess behind?!?!'