Short+story+confilict

person vs. person

A fight's coming...no doubts now. I stare at the two contenders both entirely strange to me. One stands about 6 feet the other i'd give 5 1/2. Both built like tanks. The circle of spectators is wide open to provide plenty of room for the fight. In a matter of a few moments that no doubt feels like eternity to the two men in the circle, at the center of attention it begins.

Then in the blink of an eye a punch is thrown by the bigger 6 foot man and absorbed by the smaller of the two who only slightly flinched under the bone crunching strike. the smaller man returns fire delivering a clean shot to his foe's jaw rocking him back into the arms of the crowd who eagerly shove him back into the fray. The small man takes the opportunity to deliver another punch this one to the bigger man's nose causing a spray of blood and mucus. finally the larger man regains his composure, and begins to swing back landing two consecutive hits on his opponent's ribs. still fully capable of going either way as the two men lock arms, and drag each other to my ground. rolling, punching, kneeing, kicking, and occasionally biting. once a fight hits the ground the all hell breaks loose...sometimes literally.

Finally after a few minutes of the larger man getting knocked around by the much smaller man the police arrive causing everyone watching to book it, myself included. I run for a few blocks before cutting up into the forest, and hiding out for a couple of hours.

Person vs. Non-person

Any ordinary countryman could tell you that only a mad man goes boar hunting alone, yet I have much personal business with this particular boar. I'm known as Walter Seagreen I was orphaned at birth by the death of my mother in a bandit raid on our fishing village whilst my father was sinking at sea due to a terrible mid-summer storm. That was well over 30 years now, and it rests far from the fronts of my mind, now i focus solely on the hunt for the boar that has destroyed my second family. My Wife and our 2 sons, 1 infant daughter were killed on their way to the next village over for trading purposes (I'm the 6th generation fisherman in my family hence why I was absent).

I caught wind of it far too late to save them, but as rumor had it the boar saw them on its territory, and attacked destroyed both human, and beast of burden alike. Now i stalk the woods hunting the terrible monstrosity that has taken even my newly made life from me. I choose to arm myself with no more than my wits, and my scaling knife for my fish. Live or die I'm ending this dispute today.

Finally my days of tracking reach fruition as my quarry is sighted in a large clearing. He stands a good head shorter than me, but more than makes that difference in weight being at least 350 pounds. His most prominent feature are the tusks that could run through three men in a single thrust from the beasts extremely muscular neck. I try to make my approach silent, and hidden; not an easy feat in open ground. As soon as i clear the brush I'm spotted, the creatures eyes red with rage upon interruption of its over watch of its claimed land. It charges with no hesitation, but I've plenty of time and distance to devise an escape which comes in the form of a small tuck and roll to one side as it passes. As it runs by I get a rancid smell of mold, sweat, and dirt causing me to instinctively cover my nose. In my moment of distraction it charges again this time I've barely enough time to sidestep the charge. I feel one of the creatures tusks slice clean through my calf sending a tingle of horrified pain as I realize this will severely cripple me. //"Now or never//" I tell myself drawing my small knife no longer than my palm, and charging full blown at the beast ignoring fear, pain, and survival instinct.

The flurry is short, and from the start the victor is clear as the beast waits for me before rearing up onto its hind legs then bringing them down onto my bare head sending ripples of pain throughout my entire body. Ignoring the blood in my eyes and pain in my head I swing my knife at its much softer underbelly. I'm off my mark by at least a few inches swiping at thin air the beast takes this opportunity to back off of me. always wary I mimic the motion, and before long as I'd guessed the boar charged me. Knowing I had no hope of escaping this one due to my leg I angle my knife at his throat, and wait.

The pain was beyond intense, agony tore through me in fiery waves. instantly I knew I'd hit my mark with my blade when I felt the blood on my hands, and the beast slightly waver. Before long I feel the crushing pain on my back as I'm pinned to a large pine, and finally the creature goes limp leaving me no escape for my fate which i accept happily. //"Finally closure...retribution//" I know the pain is intense, and yet I'm more filled with my sense of pride. My joy overcomes my fear as I feel the cold fingers of death close my eyes to the world.