Langston's Short Encounter

Well…. He can’t say he didn't ask for it.

“Any last words before we plant your face into the goddamn dirt?” Chet, a rather large jock, told the lanky boy across from him. “Don’t know Chet, you really should be asking yourself that question.” Langston told the large brute of a teenager, looking rather bored with the current situation.

“You really think your fancy Kung Fu will save you from this beating?” the large boy asked, reaching for the bat slung on his back. Langston narrowed his eyes, finally appearing ticked off.

It was exactly those types of insults that pissed him off, Kenpo is a 4,000 year old art, not some song and dance typical fighting style! He was going to show the fool how it was really done. “You know, I was almost willing to let you walk away, but you’ve gone and pissed me off. Now why would you go and do that?”

With that, Chet charged forward, ready to knock Langston to kingdom come. One swing of his bat, that’s all that was needed; one little motion would show this loser who owned him…

Huh? The bat stopped? “What the!?” Chet exclaimed, surprised that the bat stopped it’s forward momentum to Langston’s head. “You see man, this is the first mistake you made.” suddenly, the bat was gone from Chet’s hold, flying to the other side of the parking lot. “You swing a blunt object at me.”

At that moment, Chet felt it. The fear of facing a monster. “H-hey man, let’s not get hasty here…” he started backing up nervously, holding his hands up in a disarming manner. “W-we got off on the w-wrong foot he-” He couldn't even finish his sentence, as he was mounted on the top of his head, legs locked around his neck.

“Let me show you a little lesson in Kenpo, friend.” with a quick spinning motion, Chet’s neck shifted to the side, making a sickening crack. “That was the Spinning Lotus Petal. Be lucky I didn't fully break your neck, just enough to knock you out.”

With that, Langston got off of Chet, calmly walking away as the jock stood there frozen, out cold.