Fight is like trapeze artist performing well-rehearsed act. Nimble body is much more powerful than stronger one.
He was about to approach exit door when suddenly it flew open in his face, knocking him down to white parquet floor of the operating room accompanied by white washed out walls. When he gained the focus he observed the abomination of human body in terms of size and muscle blocking the entire doorframe. He could not make out his exit without fighting this giant. Next moment, giant brought down his sledgehammer; thudding and cracking the tiles from where he slides away seconds before. Enraged, spittle flinging about everywhere with thin strands of saliva gleaming like cob web, Giant got frenzied; whizzing and cracking whatever lay in front of him. He dragged, shuffled, slide across floor; avoiding blow after blow till something rubbed against his arm.
He took hold of scalpel rubbing against his elbow and got hold of himself from defending position to attacking. Upon witnessing the mockery of weapon against his own, big monster smiled. He smiled in return. Giant swung the sledgehammer in wide arc, He backpedaled, swiveled gracefully like a dancer and with one quick jab made long incision on the back of giant. Big guy didn’t flinch at all and continued flurry of attacks. But he was prepared. He was like feather floating in air; feet barely touching the ground. Circling around out of reach of hammer; Swirling with scalpel glinting in delight of taste of blood; vaulting over to jab a puncture at back; sliding under the downward arc of hammer and between the legs to slice the massive thighs; almost kissed but never to be touched by sledgehammer. And this waltzing continued for a while.
Another swing. Miss. One more cut.
Swing. Miss. Stab.
Swing. Swing. Swing. Cut. Jab. Nick.
And then he waited. Moment by moment swing of the hammer got reduced until there was no more swing. Giant rested both his hand on hammer, kneeling down with no strength left to land one more blow.
“Please. Kill me.” Giant uttered. His massive body oozing out large amount of blood through countless numbers of incisions and cuts.
“I already did.” With those word he made exit; leaving giant bleeding to death.
Thanks Laura Gabrielle Feasey for initiating such a lovely flash-fiction where one needs to come up with less than 400 words write-up on given topic.
Flash Fiction word: Bleeding.