Chuckles

The roar of the ship suddenly seemed to quiet in the ears of Falcon. It seemed almost to stop completely but the Captain knew it was not so. It was the feeling of adrenaline rushing through the veins of his humanly body like a river. He had experienced the feeling before. It was a do or die moment in which if he did not move at his best momentum, he was dead before it had even started. It was the edge of life, where Captain Falcon always liked to be. Although the Captain could not see behind him, he knew where to move. With a burst of speed, the racer bent forward. Then with a fast snap, his heel was driven straight up to block the unforgiving blade, or better yet the opponent himself. As the heel came closer and closer to the opponent, a spark ignited on his foot. Flames began to pulsate threw his foot and engulf his leg. The next second all there was, was a flaming dart of power coming straight at the spirit.

"HUGH!" the Captain grunted in a stricken tone.

Although he had no knowledge if the heel had made contact, he did not stop. As his foot went up, he spun around to face the spirit and greet him with a knee of the same leg that had, just a moment ago had been driven heel-first. It was deadly fast. A ordinary human would have taken the hit to their graves not knowing what hit them. However, the Captain had no knowledge of how a spirit reacted or even how fast it was. So it was all speculation on his behalf. The vacuum of space shivered and the stars gleamed. Yet all that ran through Falcon's mind was if the attacks hit or if they had went as cold as space itself. Only time would give him his answer.

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