Lightsabers

From the Archives Sept. 14, 2008
He flips the switch, and watching, you mentally fill in the distinctive thrum of the lightsaber. 
The warrior's eyes narrow, he takes his stance against his opponents, and opens, spinning into his first strike.
The blue light of the weapon is easily seen in the dim, overcast barn. Even more noticible is the fight taking place between the three opponents.
Circling each other, two of the brothers are unarmed, watching for an opening, while the third twists and turns, attempting to defend himself. 
Even from fifty feet away you can hear the scuffle of worn leather boots against the cement floor. The fight doesn't last long. It's difficult, though, to tell who won the battle when the fighters are laughing and slapping each other on the back.
The boys retreat to where their father is sitting nearby. He's next to the sheep pen, shearing one of the animals.
The former combatants relax, propping legs clad in worn denim against folding chairs and corral slats. All of them sit down- leaning isn't really effective when you can't reach the top of the pen. There's a little bit of straightening, tugging buttondown plaid shirts in a little straighter and making sure they're all still fairly clean. 
Having finished, the father sits with his sons, relaxing now that the work's done.