So, with all them writers goin' about posting their stuff on their news posts, I decided to take an example and try to show off my mad skills.

It's a fight between the main character (CAD) of the novel I'm writing on, plus one of the (many? lol I dunno) antagonists. I've changed the name of the antagonist into... let's say here 'Chris S.', just for the lulz, to prevent possible spoilers. It's not finished yet, it actually stops in the middle of the fight, since I'm not done yet.
I also changed a few other names, apart from CAD.

In this story, Chris is/was the superior in an assassination team, where apparently some sort of suspicious research is done (oh, the cliché).

Anyway, to avoid further confusion, CAD is in control of time, meaning he can pause, fast forward, reverse time and some other shit.

Okay, enough explanations. Here's the story:

I walked out of the elevator, which signalled that I had reached the bottom floor. I looked down a long corridor, with no visible ending. Light was barely present and coming from red lamps hanging on the walls. In the corner of my eye, they seemed to be flashing before my eyes. Each eight meters a new lamp. Each eight meters another red flash, like a continuous dia show. There were no signs of anything like a split on the way, so I fastened my pace. After a while, I stopped and looked carefully forward. I placed my head next to one of the walls and saw that the corridor wasn't straight. It was both curved AND leading down. Further down? I thought.
I sped up my pace again, making the lights flicker even more.
After walking my lonely stroll for at least another few kilometres, I noticed that the light started to go slightly blue. This blue glow -to call it that- gradually overtook the whole hallway, and before I could notice, I suddenly stepped out of the corridor, with the light blue light enveloping me. It shone so bright, that my eyes had to get used for a full minute. When I came by, I saw that I was standing in a massive room, covered with light blue crystals. Massive, at that. These crystals were spread through the whole area and reflected light from an unknown source. I looked up and saw that the hallway I just came out of, was spiralling up the room, dozens of meters up the 'sky', making me wonder why there wasn't something practical as another elevator down. A thought of perhaps going on some sort of chart was quickly dismissed, since another impressive sight, namely the incredible depth of the room, stood before me. This... cavern stretched out for another few kilometres. 'Now what the fuck are they doing down here...' I muttered. Then I sighed: this was going to be a long, long walk.

The strange thing about these crystals was, that every few minutes, they changed colour, for a very brief moment. The crystals were mostly just darkening into a more indigo-like colour, but sometimes also violet.
Another strange thing was that sometimes, when the cave's surface was perfectly smooth. It wasn't slippery or anything, but it was definitely as smooth as ice. This couldn't have been naturally formed, so that means that either someone liked luxury a lot, or this place has been used. A lot.

As another indigo pulse appeared, I finally saw something in the distance. I narrowed my eyes and mumbled saw that the cave ended with a wall of something grey. I walked a fair amount more of meters and saw that they were machines. A lot of tubes and displays were busily fulfilling their jobs, some displays were flickering and in the middle, some sort of container, filled with liquid, was present. In front of the controls, located on the left side of the container, someone was busy typing. As soon as I came within hearing distance, they turned around. It was Chris S., our team superior.

'Hey boss. I wasn't really expecting you here.' Chris observed me and said 'Idem. At least not as soon as this.' 'You're in charge of the team. You're supposed to know.' Chris grinned. 'That's what I said before, right?' I nodded. 'May I ask what you're doing...' I looked around '...here?' 'As you can see, I'm working here.' 'On what?' 'I'm researching here based on Charles Henry Montgomery's work. It's something that comes in every month and I'm archiving a few logs.' He stopped and observed me again. I was frowning heavily, trying to process what he just said. 'And since we've had his precious daughter working for us too, his results have been... quite satisfying.' 'Chris. Can you tell me where Lia Montgomery is?' 'Oh, she's here all right.' He tapped on the container. 'Though I don't think she's available for small chat.' It was starting to get hard for me not to loose my temper. 'Is she okay?' 'Yes and no. For now she's fine, perhaps a little shaky, but that's what she's been the last few months. With the tests we're planning to do, that will unfortunately change.' 'And you are actually cool with that?' 'Yes. After all, I'm the sole starter and supervisor of the gt-projects.' 'Then I have one final question for you.' 'You seem to be taking all this news very well.' 'I said, I have one final question.' 'Fine. Ask me.' 'How exactly did Lia receive her powers?' At that moment, Chris gave me a creepy smile. 'I think you know.' 'You fucking bastard!' I was barely able not to yell. 'You have gone too far with this. Why? Why would you do all... this?! You've got a fucking underground lab, practically the whole government under your control and the most advanced intel available. Why would you harm us? Can't we just live without the whole world chasing us down, like we're earth's biggest threat?' 'That's where you're wrong, CAD. You are the world's worst enemy. One emotional unstable moment, and you could destroy everything. That's why we want to contain that power. Contain it and seal it away forever.' 'I'm not going to let you do that.' I drew my two swords and immediately charged. 'It seems you're misunderstanding the situation...' He dodged my first attack, from my right sword. '...again. In this area, space and time is studied. It would be outrageous...' I strafed to the left and made a whirling slash with both my swords. He ducked and kicked me in the chest. I got knocked back, but managed to stand. '...if we wouldn't have had any security. First of all there's me. I've had training by the best for as long as possible, while you've been out of action for years.' 'So?' 'Secondly, we have taken necessary safety-measures in case you'd arrive.' I charged again and tried to stab him. He easily dodged again and made a short motion towards my temple. I blocked and asked 'What would that be?' He quickly stepped back and immediately dashed forward and kicked me in the exact same spot as before, but much harder this time. 'Whatever you try to do, your powers will mean nothing here. Your grand advantage is gone. This is already over.' 'What do you mean?' 'It's the crystals.' I looked around. 'Yes, they're beautiful. Are they for distraction purposes?' 'They're filled with electrons, thus making them negatively loaded. To put it short, these things are artificially made crystals to basically absorb all energy you release by using your powers, as long as they're in your vicinity. Try it.' I grimaced. 'If your theory isn't correct, it means you die. Do you understand that?' Chris didn't respond. 'Fine.' I paused time and everything stood still. 'I'm sorry Chris, you're wrong this time.' I said, but as soon as I started moving, all of the crystals pulsed their indigo colour again, though this time much darker, and suddenly I could hear the noise of the machines again and Chris didn't stand still anymore.

Instead of being motionless, he charged at me and uppercutted me in my stomach, while I was completely off-guard. His punch was strong enough to knock me in the air and rob me completely of my breath. Coughing, I landed on the ground. 'It's good to see that our scientists are able to deliver.' He walked towards me, cracking his neck. 'I knew you'd eventually get curious and come here. It's a shame it had to be this soon. You're good. It will be quite a loss on this team's power.' 'Not that...' I coughed again. '...there are many left.' 'Alas, that's true. Now, I think we've talked enough. Now come, stand up. You've still got your last advantage, namely your swords. Face me and try to last a while!' I got up and assumed a fighting stance. Chris came charging, moving from right to left, making it difficult to judge what his next move would be, so instead of waiting for the counter, I crossed my arms, with my right arm under my left, made a stabbing move with my left arm, while making a backhand swipe with my right, towards the ankles. Chris couldn't have expected it, but he adapted so easily. He immediately actually jumped over me and tried to kick me in the back, though I managed to block with my left elbow. Right away I performed flurry of attacks, which were all dodged, but the last one, managing to cut Chris's arm, though the wound was too shallow for him to be bothered by it. Not giving him a second chance to attack back, I did a scissor-like cut with both my swords. Chris somersaulted backwards, followed by a windmill made with his legs. I jumped back in time, but thanks to that, I failed to see Chris grabbing two of his small throwing knives, which he quickly threw at me. I blocked the first one with the side of my right sword, but the other one hit me, barely missing my heart, but leaving a big gash in my shoulder. Chris used this opening to the fullest, unleashing a flood of punches on me. Desperately trying to guard it, I made myself as small as possible, minimizing the damage, while getting knocked back more and more towards the machinery. Meanwhile I was collecting punches, I was reading Chris's movements. His attacks usually consisted of two attacks, high and low, made with his right fist, followed by either an overhead left punch, an attack with his right elbow, or a regular left punch. When I noticed a small gap in one of the attacks, I pounded his chin with the pommel of my sword. With his head knocked back, thus making him unable to see, I tried the stabbing/slicing move again, which did hit, but as soon as he felt contact with the swords, he jumped back again -leaving yet another small wound- and analyzed the situation. I managed to refrain from getting serious damage, other than a few bruises, while Chris had only gotten two minor wounds. Satisfied with the course the battle was taking, Chris charged again, this time keeping his head low. What's he planning now? I thought. I decided that I didn't want to take any chances and strafed right, keeping my left sword at Chris's eye height. Chris slid underneath my sword and grabbed my ankle. With my left leg suddenly gone, I couldn't manage to keep my balance, making my fall. Unfortunately, I hit my head on the hard crystal floor, making everything go black for a few precious seconds. Chris made good use of these, making another one of those ridiculously high jumps, though this time not over me, but he was, with his right fist ready to strike, jumping straight at me. I almost saw him too late and managed to roll aside just in time. Chris's punch hit the ground, and to my astonishment, a large crack appeared on the floor. Impossible! I thought. I felt it myself. Those crystals are harder than concrete!

- TO BE MOTHERFUCKING CONTINUED -

Sorry for lack of enters, I couldn't really fit in more paragraphs. If all's right, there are no spelling/grammar errors (other than perhaps simplistic English) in it.

I hope you enjoyed, any tips?

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