Vie's ideas that may or may not become a book one day ;D

[Vielence She/Her]

As I need a good debut, I am doing my favorite scene that I've written this year. 

Behold! 

Spoiler

"C'mon, c'mon." I muttered. "Pick me, pick me." It was Thursday, and I hadn't been picked first all week. 

"Andry! You're up. Pick the weapon!" I grin, then walk foward to the rack of weapons. I brushed my hand over each in turn, to see what would speak to me today. The staff buzzes slightly when I reach it. I grin again. The staff is my favorite weapon. Something about the lenght and versatality of it I guess.

I pick up the staff,its weight familiar and grounding in my hand. Its a simple thing, this staff. A length of hard wood about five feet long and around an inch and a half wide. I spin it around my hand as I walk toward the sparring ring.

"Owen!" Calls our intructer. "Get out here!" I can hear Owen sigh from where I stand in the middle of the sparring ring. It's not that he was bad with the staff  - though he is better with the daggers - its just that I'm really good. Still, me and Owen are best friends, and next to me, he's the best with the staff. This fight was going to be so fun.

Owen walks to the sparring ring - which is a dirt circle about 20 feet across -  and we stand right out of range. We both bow, then take ready positions- right hand up, left hand down, about a 1/3 apart, legs bent, one foot back, weight on the balls of our feet.

"GO!" Shouts our instuctor. Owen moves first, with a high swing with the butt of his staff. I duck. and luncg foward for a doward-diaganol stike to the inside of his kneecap. 

The blow connects.

Owen grunts, topples sideways, his knee giving out. Instead of fighting it, he tucks and rolls, dodging and blocking my thrust toward his solar plexus. He comes up back in his stance, and lunges toward me with a long stab with the tip of his staff. I block by snapping my staff up so its vertical, and push his to the left of my waist. 

He comes up from his lunge, and whips the other end of his staff toward my temple. I lunge under it, and stab my staff toward his midsection. He blocks it enough to avoid the pressure point I was aiming for, but my thrust still its him in the ribs. Ooh that will really hurt tomorrow. For now though, I'll take the opening he gives me. 

I throw myself into a flurry of strikes, and its all he can do to keep up. 

He does manage - barely - to hit me on my outer thigh. I stumble. Recover. Block his next blow. Plant my feet and hook disarm him with a double strike. His staff flies out of his hands, lands witha clatter on the packed dirt below us. I step foward, trip him, and level my staff at his throat.

"I think you should yield." I say brightly. Owen grins.

"Nah." Pulls on my staff, flipping up and back to his feet. I send a roundhouse toward his face, but he's expecting it. He catches my foot and pulls. 

I don't fight it. 

Instead, I put all my weight on the foot in his hands, and swing my other leg up to clock his temple. He drops my foot. I spin up, sweep my staff behind his legs, and he lands with a thump in the dust. I finish the spin, and let my staff rest lightly on his chest. 

Owen grins. "I yield." 

"Excellent desicion." I say, then lean down to help him up.

Hope you liked it! I'll add more as soon as I can, though I have NO IDEA when that will be.

[The Great Wyver She/Her]

3 minutes ago, VieB13 said:

As I need a good debut, I am doing my favorite scene that I've written this year. 

Behold! 

  Hide contents

"C'mon, c'mon." I muttered. "Pick me, pick me." It was Thursday, and I hadn't been picked first all week. 

"Andry! You're up. Pick the weapon!" I grin, then walk foward to the rack of weapons. I brushed my hand over each in turn, to see what would speak to me today. The staff buzzes slightly when I reach it. I grin again. The staff is my favorite weapon. Something about the lenght and versatality of it I guess.

I pick up the staff,its weight familiar and grounding in my hand. Its a simple thing, this staff. A length of hard wood about five feet long and around an inch and a half wide. I spin it around my hand as I walk toward the sparring ring.

"Owen!" Calls our intructer. "Get out here!" I can hear Owen sigh from where I stand in the middle of the sparring ring. It's not that he was bad with the staff  - though he is better with the daggers - its just that I'm really good. Still, me and Owen are best friends, and next to me, he's the best with the staff. This fight was going to be so fun.

Owen walks to the sparring ring - which is a dirt circle about 20 feet across -  and we stand right out of range. We both bow, then take ready positions- right hand up, left hand down, about a 1/3 apart, legs bent, one foot back, weight on the balls of our feet.

"GO!" Shouts our instuctor. Owen moves first, with a high swing with the butt of his staff. I duck. and luncg foward for a doward-diaganol stike to the inside of his kneecap. 

The blow connects.

Owen grunts, topples sideways, his knee giving out. Instead of fighting it, he tucks and rolls, dodging and blocking my thrust toward his solar plexus. He comes up back in his stance, and lunges toward me with a long stab with the tip of his staff. I block by snapping my staff up so its vertical, and push his to the left of my waist. 

He comes up from his lunge, and whips the other end of his staff toward my temple. I lunge under it, and stab my staff toward his midsection. He blocks it enough to avoid the pressure point I was aiming for, but my thrust still its him in the ribs. Ooh that will really hurt tomorrow. For now though, I'll take the opening he gives me. 

I throw myself into a flurry of strikes, and its all he can do to keep up. 

He does manage - barely - to hit me on my outer thigh. I stumble. Recover. Block his next blow. Plant my feet and hook disarm him with a double strike. His staff flies out of his hands, lands witha clatter on the packed dirt below us. I step foward, trip him, and level my staff at his throat.

"I think you should yield." I say brightly. Owen grins.

"Nah." Pulls on my staff, flipping up and back to his feet. I send a roundhouse toward his face, but he's expecting it. He catches my foot and pulls. 

I don't fight it. 

Instead, I put all my weight on the foot in his hands, and swing my other leg up to clock his temple. He drops my foot. I spin up, sweep my staff behind his legs, and he lands with a thump in the dust. I finish the spin, and let my staff rest lightly on his chest. 

Owen grins. "I yield." 

"Excellent desicion." I say, then lean down to help him up.

Hope you liked it! I'll add more as soon as I can, though I have NO IDEA when that will be.

Im sorry

Are these 6 year olds playing with weapons?

Please tell me they are at least ten

[Vielence She/Her]

2 minutes ago, The Great Wyver said:

Im sorry

Are these 6 year olds playing with weapons?

Please tell me they are at least ten

Nooooooo they're both 15. Don't worry.

[The Great Wyver She/Her]

1 minute ago, VieB13 said:

Nooooooo they're both 15. Don't worry.

Ok good.

Anyways; so basically, the kids are training to become either magicions or knights or something. And they are either bffs or siblings. And they have a teacher, and shed full of weapons.

[Vielence She/Her]

Just now, The Great Wyver said:

Ok good.

Anyways; so basically, the kids are training to become either magicions or knights or something. And they are either bffs or siblings. And they have a teacher, and shed full of weapons.

Witches, actually, but everything else is pretty much that lol. Fun though! Doing this was super fun

[The Great Wyver She/Her]

Just now, VieB13 said:

Witches, actually, but everything else is pretty much that lol. Fun though! Doing this was super fun

Alright

Are they nobles or commoners or something in between? It could be a 'The children of the king go on an adventure to slay [evil thing here]' type thing

[Vielence She/Her]

1 minute ago, The Great Wyver said:

Alright

Are they nobles or commoners or something in between? It could be a 'The children of the king go on an adventure to slay [evil thing here]' type thing

No more "training to pass the possibly deadly trials so they can be fully accepted as Witches and go off the fight the demons from the otherworld" thing

[The Great Wyver She/Her]

Just now, VieB13 said:

No more "training to pass the possibly deadly trials so they can be fully accepted as Witches and go off the fight the demons from the otherworld" thing

Oh so a sort of Fourth Wing type thing?

[Vielence She/Her]

Just now, The Great Wyver said:

Oh so a sort of Fourth Wing type thing?

Have you read Fourth Wing?

And... maybe? I don't really know yet tbh

[The Great Wyver She/Her]

Just now, VieB13 said:

Have you read Fourth Wing?

And... maybe? I don't really know yet tbh

Yeah I have read & own the whole series

Yeah fair enough

[Vielence She/Her]

2 minutes ago, The Great Wyver said:

Yeah I have read & own the whole series

Yeah fair enough

I haven't yet bc of the spice level. I will one day.

Though if you liked it I reccomend Fireborne, its similar BUT IT WAS THERE FIRST. Plus its YA

[The Great Wyver She/Her]

Just now, VieB13 said:

I haven't yet bc of the spice level. I will one day.

Though if you liked it I reccomend Fireborne, its similar BUT IT WAS THERE FIRST. Plus its YA

"Spice Level" sure is a way of putting it.

And yeah ill check out Fireborne, whos it written by?

[CoderDrag0n8 He/They]

54 minutes ago, VieB13 said:

As I need a good debut, I am doing my favorite scene that I've written this year. 

Behold! 

  Reveal hidden contents

"C'mon, c'mon." I muttered. "Pick me, pick me." It was Thursday, and I hadn't been picked first all week. 

"Andry! You're up. Pick the weapon!" I grin, then walk foward to the rack of weapons. I brushed my hand over each in turn, to see what would speak to me today. The staff buzzes slightly when I reach it. I grin again. The staff is my favorite weapon. Something about the lenght and versatality of it I guess.

I pick up the staff,its weight familiar and grounding in my hand. Its a simple thing, this staff. A length of hard wood about five feet long and around an inch and a half wide. I spin it around my hand as I walk toward the sparring ring.

"Owen!" Calls our intructer. "Get out here!" I can hear Owen sigh from where I stand in the middle of the sparring ring. It's not that he was bad with the staff  - though he is better with the daggers - its just that I'm really good. Still, me and Owen are best friends, and next to me, he's the best with the staff. This fight was going to be so fun.

Owen walks to the sparring ring - which is a dirt circle about 20 feet across -  and we stand right out of range. We both bow, then take ready positions- right hand up, left hand down, about a 1/3 apart, legs bent, one foot back, weight on the balls of our feet.

"GO!" Shouts our instuctor. Owen moves first, with a high swing with the butt of his staff. I duck. and luncg foward for a doward-diaganol stike to the inside of his kneecap. 

The blow connects.

Owen grunts, topples sideways, his knee giving out. Instead of fighting it, he tucks and rolls, dodging and blocking my thrust toward his solar plexus. He comes up back in his stance, and lunges toward me with a long stab with the tip of his staff. I block by snapping my staff up so its vertical, and push his to the left of my waist. 

He comes up from his lunge, and whips the other end of his staff toward my temple. I lunge under it, and stab my staff toward his midsection. He blocks it enough to avoid the pressure point I was aiming for, but my thrust still its him in the ribs. Ooh that will really hurt tomorrow. For now though, I'll take the opening he gives me. 

I throw myself into a flurry of strikes, and its all he can do to keep up. 

He does manage - barely - to hit me on my outer thigh. I stumble. Recover. Block his next blow. Plant my feet and hook disarm him with a double strike. His staff flies out of his hands, lands witha clatter on the packed dirt below us. I step foward, trip him, and level my staff at his throat.

"I think you should yield." I say brightly. Owen grins.

"Nah." Pulls on my staff, flipping up and back to his feet. I send a roundhouse toward his face, but he's expecting it. He catches my foot and pulls. 

I don't fight it. 

Instead, I put all my weight on the foot in his hands, and swing my other leg up to clock his temple. He drops my foot. I spin up, sweep my staff behind his legs, and he lands with a thump in the dust. I finish the spin, and let my staff rest lightly on his chest. 

Owen grins. "I yield." 

"Excellent desicion." I say, then lean down to help him up.

Hope you liked it! I'll add more as soon as I can, though I have NO IDEA when that will be.

Dang thats good

I wish i was that good at writing 1st person

[___ He/Him]

1 hour ago, VieB13 said:

As I need a good debut, I am doing my favorite scene that I've written this year. 

Behold! 

  Reveal hidden contents

"C'mon, c'mon." I muttered. "Pick me, pick me." It was Thursday, and I hadn't been picked first all week. 

"Andry! You're up. Pick the weapon!" I grin, then walk foward to the rack of weapons. I brushed my hand over each in turn, to see what would speak to me today. The staff buzzes slightly when I reach it. I grin again. The staff is my favorite weapon. Something about the lenght and versatality of it I guess.

I pick up the staff,its weight familiar and grounding in my hand. Its a simple thing, this staff. A length of hard wood about five feet long and around an inch and a half wide. I spin it around my hand as I walk toward the sparring ring.

"Owen!" Calls our intructer. "Get out here!" I can hear Owen sigh from where I stand in the middle of the sparring ring. It's not that he was bad with the staff  - though he is better with the daggers - its just that I'm really good. Still, me and Owen are best friends, and next to me, he's the best with the staff. This fight was going to be so fun.

Owen walks to the sparring ring - which is a dirt circle about 20 feet across -  and we stand right out of range. We both bow, then take ready positions- right hand up, left hand down, about a 1/3 apart, legs bent, one foot back, weight on the balls of our feet.

"GO!" Shouts our instuctor. Owen moves first, with a high swing with the butt of his staff. I duck. and luncg foward for a doward-diaganol stike to the inside of his kneecap. 

The blow connects.

Owen grunts, topples sideways, his knee giving out. Instead of fighting it, he tucks and rolls, dodging and blocking my thrust toward his solar plexus. He comes up back in his stance, and lunges toward me with a long stab with the tip of his staff. I block by snapping my staff up so its vertical, and push his to the left of my waist. 

He comes up from his lunge, and whips the other end of his staff toward my temple. I lunge under it, and stab my staff toward his midsection. He blocks it enough to avoid the pressure point I was aiming for, but my thrust still its him in the ribs. Ooh that will really hurt tomorrow. For now though, I'll take the opening he gives me. 

I throw myself into a flurry of strikes, and its all he can do to keep up. 

He does manage - barely - to hit me on my outer thigh. I stumble. Recover. Block his next blow. Plant my feet and hook disarm him with a double strike. His staff flies out of his hands, lands witha clatter on the packed dirt below us. I step foward, trip him, and level my staff at his throat.

"I think you should yield." I say brightly. Owen grins.

"Nah." Pulls on my staff, flipping up and back to his feet. I send a roundhouse toward his face, but he's expecting it. He catches my foot and pulls. 

I don't fight it. 

Instead, I put all my weight on the foot in his hands, and swing my other leg up to clock his temple. He drops my foot. I spin up, sweep my staff behind his legs, and he lands with a thump in the dust. I finish the spin, and let my staff rest lightly on his chest. 

Owen grins. "I yield." 

"Excellent desicion." I say, then lean down to help him up.

Hope you liked it! I'll add more as soon as I can, though I have NO IDEA when that will be.

Hey that’s awesome!

[Seonid he/him]

Nice demonstration of the friendly atmosphere - it doesn't feel as cutthroat as other settings I've read with that kind of premise. 

The fight felt plausible, no "wait, I don't think weapons do that" moments. For that matter, nothing really pulled me out of the writing.

I like it.

[SpartanBrigade He/Him]

17 hours ago, VieB13 said:

As I need a good debut, I am doing my favorite scene that I've written this year. 

Behold! 

  Reveal hidden contents

"C'mon, c'mon." I muttered. "Pick me, pick me." It was Thursday, and I hadn't been picked first all week. 

"Andry! You're up. Pick the weapon!" I grin, then walk foward to the rack of weapons. I brushed my hand over each in turn, to see what would speak to me today. The staff buzzes slightly when I reach it. I grin again. The staff is my favorite weapon. Something about the lenght and versatality of it I guess.

I pick up the staff,its weight familiar and grounding in my hand. Its a simple thing, this staff. A length of hard wood about five feet long and around an inch and a half wide. I spin it around my hand as I walk toward the sparring ring.

"Owen!" Calls our intructer. "Get out here!" I can hear Owen sigh from where I stand in the middle of the sparring ring. It's not that he was bad with the staff  - though he is better with the daggers - its just that I'm really good. Still, me and Owen are best friends, and next to me, he's the best with the staff. This fight was going to be so fun.

Owen walks to the sparring ring - which is a dirt circle about 20 feet across -  and we stand right out of range. We both bow, then take ready positions- right hand up, left hand down, about a 1/3 apart, legs bent, one foot back, weight on the balls of our feet.

"GO!" Shouts our instuctor. Owen moves first, with a high swing with the butt of his staff. I duck. and luncg foward for a doward-diaganol stike to the inside of his kneecap. 

The blow connects.

Owen grunts, topples sideways, his knee giving out. Instead of fighting it, he tucks and rolls, dodging and blocking my thrust toward his solar plexus. He comes up back in his stance, and lunges toward me with a long stab with the tip of his staff. I block by snapping my staff up so its vertical, and push his to the left of my waist. 

He comes up from his lunge, and whips the other end of his staff toward my temple. I lunge under it, and stab my staff toward his midsection. He blocks it enough to avoid the pressure point I was aiming for, but my thrust still its him in the ribs. Ooh that will really hurt tomorrow. For now though, I'll take the opening he gives me. 

I throw myself into a flurry of strikes, and its all he can do to keep up. 

He does manage - barely - to hit me on my outer thigh. I stumble. Recover. Block his next blow. Plant my feet and hook disarm him with a double strike. His staff flies out of his hands, lands witha clatter on the packed dirt below us. I step foward, trip him, and level my staff at his throat.

"I think you should yield." I say brightly. Owen grins.

"Nah." Pulls on my staff, flipping up and back to his feet. I send a roundhouse toward his face, but he's expecting it. He catches my foot and pulls. 

I don't fight it. 

Instead, I put all my weight on the foot in his hands, and swing my other leg up to clock his temple. He drops my foot. I spin up, sweep my staff behind his legs, and he lands with a thump in the dust. I finish the spin, and let my staff rest lightly on his chest. 

Owen grins. "I yield." 

"Excellent desicion." I say, then lean down to help him up.

Hope you liked it! I'll add more as soon as I can, though I have NO IDEA when that will be.

This feels like I'm reading Fourth Wing

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

1 minute ago, SpartanBrigade said:

This feels like I'm reading Fourth Wing

That was my thought

Man Fourth Wing was peak, the combat descriptions were actually feasible

[SpartanBrigade He/Him]

1 minute ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

That was my thought

Man Fourth Wing was peak, the combat descriptions were actually feasible

 

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

1 minute ago, SpartanBrigade said:

 

I was unaware this was a point of contention

[SpartanBrigade He/Him]

27 minutes ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

I was unaware this was a point of contention

No you know more about weapons handling than I do

[Vielence She/Her]

21 hours ago, The Great Wyver said:

"Spice Level" sure is a way of putting it.

And yeah ill check out Fireborne, whos it written by?

Rosaria Munda. 

20 hours ago, CoderDrag0n8 said:

Dang thats good

I wish i was that good at writing 1st person

Thank you! Writing in 1st person is something I’ve always been pretty good at. 

20 hours ago, mippo said:

Hey that’s awesome!

Thanks Mippo!!

20 hours ago, Seonid said:

Nice demonstration of the friendly atmosphere - it doesn't feel as cutthroat as other settings I've read with that kind of premise. 

The fight felt plausible, no "wait, I don't think weapons do that" moments. For that matter, nothing really pulled me out of the writing.

I like it.

I take that as a high compliment. Much thanks ;D

3 hours ago, SpartanBrigade said:

This feels like I'm reading Fourth Wing

I haven’t read it. But thank you?

3 hours ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

That was my thought

Man Fourth Wing was peak, the combat descriptions were actually feasible

Imma take this as a compliment too lol

3 hours ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

I was unaware this was a point of contention

Me neither. 

[___ He/Him]

14 minutes ago, VieB13 said:

Thanks Mippo!!

[CoderDrag0n8 He/They]

17 minutes ago, VieB13 said:

Rosaria Munda. 

Thank you! Writing in 1st person is something I’ve always been pretty good at. 

Thanks Mippo!!

I take that as a high compliment. Much thanks ;D

I haven’t read it. But thank you?

Imma take this as a compliment too lol

Me neither. 

Speaking of writing first person, my d10 inktober thing is in first person

i think it has to be natural for me to write first person, instead of me forcing myself to do it

[Vielence She/Her]

Ok I have another one! 
 

This was something I wrote for my dnd campaign, but I really liked how the narrator felt. 
 

Spoiler

D&D Intro!

The acquisitions department was famed through all the lands. It began long, long ago, and has since grown beyond all human imagining. Many dream of joining, but few succeed. You must be brave. You must be bold. You must be unafraid of creatures in the night. 

Those who pass the trials, and join this highly famed Department of the Archives make fortunes. But all will say that the true fortune is the adventure, the memories. The time a successful heist or sting was pulled, or even the times they drastically failed and the mission ended with them sprinting out of a hidden temple with demons close behind. 

Applying is easy. Joining is harder. Becoming a full member, trusted and honored? Well. There is a reason it is the smallest department in the Archives. Passing the tests are hard and painful at the least. Impossible and deadly at the worst. And so it leaves a choice. Apply, and join the world's elite? Or forgo that once-in-a-lifetime chance and live the rest of your life wondering if maybe you could have passed. 

It may be hard to believe, but some don't. When the invitation drops through the mail slot, some throw it away or even burn it, not wanting that kind of energy in their homes. But most shriek in delight, throw their hands in the air and dance for joy that out of all people in Leona they were chosen. 

The talk of what goes on inside the walls isn't strictly a secret, but most don't dare. Specu;ations and stories, yes. But true facts and accounts are nearly unlucky to be spoken aloud, if you aren't a part of it yourself. 

Ah but I am rambling. Forgive me, child. I am old and so this mind wanders. The Acquisitions job. Yes, yes. I was getting to that. Don't rush me.

Their job. Hmmm. Yes, well put simply their job is to collect more books for the Archives collection. It's not as easy as it sounds however, as most of the rarer volumes are quite difficult to acquire. Some were easy, found in old abandoned libraries and retrieved without trouble. But some were hidden in the depths of the mountains, booby trapped and warded by the oldest magics you can imagine with your young minds. Those missions are very rare, and most fall in between the two. 

Now I suppose you are wondering why I am telling you all this. Standing on the threshold of your front door and rambling. Apologies. Here. 

That letter is an acceptance letter from the Acquisitions Department. Congratulations. You made it in. I dearly hope you survive. 

[Hoid Slayer He/Him]

On 10/9/2025 at 4:32 PM, VieB13 said:

As I need a good debut, I am doing my favorite scene that I've written this year. 

Behold! 

  Hide contents

"C'mon, c'mon." I muttered. "Pick me, pick me." It was Thursday, and I hadn't been picked first all week. 

"Andry! You're up. Pick the weapon!" I grin, then walk foward to the rack of weapons. I brushed my hand over each in turn, to see what would speak to me today. The staff buzzes slightly when I reach it. I grin again. The staff is my favorite weapon. Something about the lenght and versatality of it I guess.

I pick up the staff,its weight familiar and grounding in my hand. Its a simple thing, this staff. A length of hard wood about five feet long and around an inch and a half wide. I spin it around my hand as I walk toward the sparring ring.

"Owen!" Calls our intructer. "Get out here!" I can hear Owen sigh from where I stand in the middle of the sparring ring. It's not that he was bad with the staff  - though he is better with the daggers - its just that I'm really good. Still, me and Owen are best friends, and next to me, he's the best with the staff. This fight was going to be so fun.

Owen walks to the sparring ring - which is a dirt circle about 20 feet across -  and we stand right out of range. We both bow, then take ready positions- right hand up, left hand down, about a 1/3 apart, legs bent, one foot back, weight on the balls of our feet.

"GO!" Shouts our instuctor. Owen moves first, with a high swing with the butt of his staff. I duck. and luncg foward for a doward-diaganol stike to the inside of his kneecap. 

The blow connects.

Owen grunts, topples sideways, his knee giving out. Instead of fighting it, he tucks and rolls, dodging and blocking my thrust toward his solar plexus. He comes up back in his stance, and lunges toward me with a long stab with the tip of his staff. I block by snapping my staff up so its vertical, and push his to the left of my waist. 

He comes up from his lunge, and whips the other end of his staff toward my temple. I lunge under it, and stab my staff toward his midsection. He blocks it enough to avoid the pressure point I was aiming for, but my thrust still its him in the ribs. Ooh that will really hurt tomorrow. For now though, I'll take the opening he gives me. 

I throw myself into a flurry of strikes, and its all he can do to keep up. 

He does manage - barely - to hit me on my outer thigh. I stumble. Recover. Block his next blow. Plant my feet and hook disarm him with a double strike. His staff flies out of his hands, lands witha clatter on the packed dirt below us. I step foward, trip him, and level my staff at his throat.

"I think you should yield." I say brightly. Owen grins.

"Nah." Pulls on my staff, flipping up and back to his feet. I send a roundhouse toward his face, but he's expecting it. He catches my foot and pulls. 

I don't fight it. 

Instead, I put all my weight on the foot in his hands, and swing my other leg up to clock his temple. He drops my foot. I spin up, sweep my staff behind his legs, and he lands with a thump in the dust. I finish the spin, and let my staff rest lightly on his chest. 

Owen grins. "I yield." 

"Excellent desicion." I say, then lean down to help him up.

Hope you liked it! I'll add more as soon as I can, though I have NO IDEA when that will be.

Looks good!

I did notice, though, that you switched from past to present tense at the start. Just something I'd suggest fixing