Words hung above but never would form
Like a cry at the final breath that is drawn
Like a cry at the final breath that is drawn
He's been applauded. She's punched herself. Half his health has magically left his body.
What could possibly top all that?
Ducks.
Ducks could top it.
He doesn't see them coming. Why would he? His opponent is right in front of him, on the same (or perhaps a slightly lower) plane. What reason would Koa have to suspect danger might come from the sky, that the shadow blotting out the sun would do anything other than a cloud? He doesn't even realize what's happening as the first duck falls, cheerful yellow body bouncing benignly by his feet. "Huh?" Kneeling down, Koa picks up the fallen fowl, turning it bemusedly in his hand. "Is this... a duck?" he wonders, looking up at Mel with an expression of puzzlement that quickly and comically shifts to terror as another duck falls.
And another.
And so many more.
One duck. Two duck. Red ducks. Blue ducks. Springing back up to his feet, Koa snarls a series of curses as ducks of various shape and size pelt him from above. "What the fuck--?" he begins, the exclamation followed by an unmanly squawk as he dodges to the left, just in time to being crushed beneath a truly massive mallard.
Slack-jawed and flabbergasted, he stares at the monstrosity that may have been his death.. He's too distracted to continue dodging, and so when a particularly vicious rainbow duckling zips down from the sky, Koa is not prepared. It beams him square between the eyes, and with this final affront the Dragoon crumples, sinking down into the sand among the sea of birds, his expression dumbfounded and his copper eyes blinking as he looks from duck to duck. They've won. It's over. Let this be known as the day Koa Carpenter was thoroughly defeated by a rubber-wielding pretty girl.
What could possibly top all that?
Ducks.
Ducks could top it.
He doesn't see them coming. Why would he? His opponent is right in front of him, on the same (or perhaps a slightly lower) plane. What reason would Koa have to suspect danger might come from the sky, that the shadow blotting out the sun would do anything other than a cloud? He doesn't even realize what's happening as the first duck falls, cheerful yellow body bouncing benignly by his feet. "Huh?" Kneeling down, Koa picks up the fallen fowl, turning it bemusedly in his hand. "Is this... a duck?" he wonders, looking up at Mel with an expression of puzzlement that quickly and comically shifts to terror as another duck falls.
And another.
And so many more.
One duck. Two duck. Red ducks. Blue ducks. Springing back up to his feet, Koa snarls a series of curses as ducks of various shape and size pelt him from above. "What the fuck--?" he begins, the exclamation followed by an unmanly squawk as he dodges to the left, just in time to being crushed beneath a truly massive mallard.
Slack-jawed and flabbergasted, he stares at the monstrosity that may have been his death.. He's too distracted to continue dodging, and so when a particularly vicious rainbow duckling zips down from the sky, Koa is not prepared. It beams him square between the eyes, and with this final affront the Dragoon crumples, sinking down into the sand among the sea of birds, his expression dumbfounded and his copper eyes blinking as he looks from duck to duck. They've won. It's over. Let this be known as the day Koa Carpenter was thoroughly defeated by a rubber-wielding pretty girl.
Koa Carpenter
Mama said, burn your biographies
Rewrite your history, light up your wildest dreams
Rewrite your history, light up your wildest dreams
