The Night Creature

He stood crouched, ready. His armor was sparring gear, from head to toe. As well as his knowingly false bravado beneath it all. He yelled “I am the night creature”!

His opponent stood ten feet away. Shirtless, shoeless and in a pair of shorts. He was already a black belt. “I’ll just use my left leg, and I’ll still beat you”. 

You can’t beat me for I am the Night Creature!

They came together. One a blur, the other stumbling and awkward. 

The humid night air was full yells of “I am the night creature” and small yelps of pain. And silence from the black belt. 

After a couple handfuls of seconds, the Night Creature yielded. The black belt had won, and with just his left leg, indeed. 

The one who cried they were the Night Creature, the black belt, and I were together many nights after that, always laughing. But the Night Creature never did come back out to play.