Garethpr
Serf
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- Age
- 56
En Guard!
FADE IN:
A gymnasium in the old style wooden sprung floor, wall bars in wood, lightbulbs hang with aluminium funnel shades creating bright spots on the floor and dark shade between them. Two figures stand opposed in trousers, vests and goggles. Each salutes with a sabre to their lips. A third figure a woman in cocktail dress in black and red stands at the door, her gloved hand to her mouth in a silent scream.
Comes into a high thrusting guard. Light glints down the razor sharp edge.
Swishes his sabre left and right in an X you can hear the air cut.
Slope step forward and right thrusting at the enemy's head.
CARUTHERS
Ducks to their right warding the thrust with a clang to their left and moving away circling anti clockwise into the shadows.
Steps in and turns to their left keeping the high guard, happy in the glare of the electric light hanging above them giving their face a sinister look, a scar running diagonally across their left cheek.
Runs in flailing a blow from on high that Forster neatly takes on the strong of the blade and counter thrusts at Caruther's face.
FORSTER
Grins as the counter thrust grazes Caruthers ear.
CARUTHERS
still screaming: "Arrrgh!" clutches their ear with their left hand.
FORSTER
"Tut, tut, did your fencing master teach you nothing?"
Redoubles the effort hacking left and right at Forster.
Keeping good distance while traversing circuitously right.
CARUTHERS
Continues the onslaught now gripping the sabre with both hands battering at Forster's high St. Georges guard One , Two…
Dips the point of their sword down into a guardant ward, Caruther's sabre falls down the blade to the left, and sword free Forster circles their blade over the top aiming to cleave Caruthers head open.
Ducks to their right and the blade bites deep into their left shoulder, blood runs freely and their left arm now hangs limply.
FORSTER
Still traversing the now less mobile Caruthers like a mongoose looking for the way in against a cobra.
Stepping in pointing her sword directly at Caruther's face as he supports his left arm with his right hand sabre still in hand.
She thrusts at his face, he parries across left to right but she has already disengaged under the parry and the point slides in between the upper ribs on his left side. He winces, the blade is so sharp he barely feels the prick but knows he is undone. His response is slow and ineffective barely striking the blade now protruding from his chest. Blood begins to bubble from the wound. His lung is punctured. Forster lets go her blade with a small shove and Caruthers staggers backwards. She turns to the woman in the door way. Strides across to her removing her goggles and letting her long hair flow freely. Taking Emily Caruthers around the waste and they kiss deeply.
Leans into the embrace but the sound of scraping metal alerts her.
Turns to see Caruthers looming out of the shadows into the nearest of the bright lights sword held high, pale as snow bar the blood now bubbling from his lips.
Steps forward, lunges with all his remaining effort at his nemesis.
Calmly sweeps Emily down into a reverse lunge kiss. Lays her on the floor and spins around to see the light in Caruther's eyes begin to fade. His sword comes down but it is a fall rather than a blow.
Mouth opens for some final curse but his eyes glaze over the sabre falls from his grasps clattering on the wooden floor and he pitches forward. Dead before he hits the floor with a thud and sickening squelch.
EMILY
Finally, screams!
FADE OUT:
FADE OUT:
FADE IN:
A gymnasium in the old style wooden sprung floor, wall bars in wood, lightbulbs hang with aluminium funnel shades creating bright spots on the floor and dark shade between them. Two figures stand opposed in trousers, vests and goggles. Each salutes with a sabre to their lips. A third figure a woman in cocktail dress in black and red stands at the door, her gloved hand to her mouth in a silent scream.
FORSTER
"En Guard"
"En Guard"
Comes into a high thrusting guard. Light glints down the razor sharp edge.
CARUTHERS
Swishes his sabre left and right in an X you can hear the air cut.
"En Guard Yourself, you little shit."
FORSTER
Laughing, "If you were half the man you pretended, we would not be here."
Laughing, "If you were half the man you pretended, we would not be here."
Slope step forward and right thrusting at the enemy's head.
CARUTHERS
Ducks to their right warding the thrust with a clang to their left and moving away circling anti clockwise into the shadows.
FORSTER
Steps in and turns to their left keeping the high guard, happy in the glare of the electric light hanging above them giving their face a sinister look, a scar running diagonally across their left cheek.
"Your wife is no longer yours."
CARUTHERS
Screams: "Bastard!"
Screams: "Bastard!"
Runs in flailing a blow from on high that Forster neatly takes on the strong of the blade and counter thrusts at Caruther's face.
FORSTER
Grins as the counter thrust grazes Caruthers ear.
CARUTHERS
still screaming: "Arrrgh!" clutches their ear with their left hand.
FORSTER
"Tut, tut, did your fencing master teach you nothing?"
CARUTHERS
Redoubles the effort hacking left and right at Forster.
FORSTER
Keeping good distance while traversing circuitously right.
"You were taught fencing, weren't you?"
CARUTHERS
Continues the onslaught now gripping the sabre with both hands battering at Forster's high St. Georges guard One , Two…
FORSTER
Dips the point of their sword down into a guardant ward, Caruther's sabre falls down the blade to the left, and sword free Forster circles their blade over the top aiming to cleave Caruthers head open.
CARUTHERS
Ducks to their right and the blade bites deep into their left shoulder, blood runs freely and their left arm now hangs limply.
Screaming again "Bitch! I'll kill you for that." now panting and looking very tired.
FORSTER
Still traversing the now less mobile Caruthers like a mongoose looking for the way in against a cobra.
Stepping in pointing her sword directly at Caruther's face as he supports his left arm with his right hand sabre still in hand.
She thrusts at his face, he parries across left to right but she has already disengaged under the parry and the point slides in between the upper ribs on his left side. He winces, the blade is so sharp he barely feels the prick but knows he is undone. His response is slow and ineffective barely striking the blade now protruding from his chest. Blood begins to bubble from the wound. His lung is punctured. Forster lets go her blade with a small shove and Caruthers staggers backwards. She turns to the woman in the door way. Strides across to her removing her goggles and letting her long hair flow freely. Taking Emily Caruthers around the waste and they kiss deeply.
EMILY
Leans into the embrace but the sound of scraping metal alerts her.
She gasps.
FORSTER
Turns to see Caruthers looming out of the shadows into the nearest of the bright lights sword held high, pale as snow bar the blood now bubbling from his lips.
CARUTHERS
Steps forward, lunges with all his remaining effort at his nemesis.
FORSTER
Calmly sweeps Emily down into a reverse lunge kiss. Lays her on the floor and spins around to see the light in Caruther's eyes begin to fade. His sword comes down but it is a fall rather than a blow.
CARUTHERS
Mouth opens for some final curse but his eyes glaze over the sabre falls from his grasps clattering on the wooden floor and he pitches forward. Dead before he hits the floor with a thud and sickening squelch.
EMILY
Finally, screams!
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