E.B. brought his sword up horizontally. John ducked underneath it, and with a quick, upward motion, knocked the sword out of the way. He brought the sword down, but E.B. got away in time by sidestepping.
E.B. swung his big sword, making an arc. John tried to block it, blade for blade, but wound up getting his simple little katana knocked away by the large blade. Another swing came, slashing downward, and John backed up. The sword hit the invisible floor, making a spark, but doing no damage to it. John's sword had been knocked away, quite far.
"So, X, what will you do without a sword?" E.B. grinned.
"Who said I needed a sword?" John also smiled.
(Side Note: Yes, I finally let my fanboyism get the best of me. Megaman time.)
"Lord, gun-arm, if you will." John brought his right arm up. The shape of the arm transformed into sort of a mini-cannon, made of metal, silver colored. John began by letting off a stream of plasma bullets from the gun. E.B. brought up his sword in time to deflect one of the shots into the oblivion, while the others in the line missed him completely. John began firing at E.B., but as usual, E.B. kept deflecting the shots.
E.B. yawned, and leaped into the air, to get more space to move around, just in time to dodge a shot to the feet, which bounced off the floor and travelled infinitely into the oblivion. "So, what are you going to do now? Fire a peashooter at me for the rest of the afternoon?"
He's right, I'm getting nothing accomplished. Wait, did that shot just... ricochet?! John began to have an evil grin on his face.
"Okay, I know you're thinking of something. Have at it." E.B. grew impatient.
"Fine, here goes..." John fired at E.B. again, only to have the shot deflected again.
"Are you stupid? I told-"
"CHARGE SHOT!!!" John had leaped into the air while E.B. was ranting. He charged the plasma in his gun, and, firing at an angle towards the ground, launched a shot that bounced off the floor and hit the flying E.B. in the groin. E.B. immediately fell to the ground, writhing in pain. Upon landing, John picked up his sword.
"See, this is why they make you take Geometry in high school." John walked off.
Okay, he's out for a while... NOW WHAT?
(Just goes to show, no matter how serious this story may get, I won't let it get totally serious.

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