There was no need to call anyone for dinner, everyone had senses sharper than a regular person's.
I headed downstairs, everyone had already arrived.
My mum and dad sat at both table heads, with my elder brother sitting at the right side closer to my dad, and my elder sister sitting on the right side closer to my mum.
I washed my hands before heading down, and so I joined them at the table.
Sitting on the left hand of my dad, my brother gave me a nod of acknowledgement,and I avoided looking anywhere near my sister.
Everyone in my family was "blessed" or so we call it.
My mum with healing, my dad with crazy physicality, my brother with animation and enhancement, and my sister with... well emotions.
Food filled the rectangular table, and we all ate, mother's cooking was one of the greatest mysteries of the family, every bite stimulated your entire body.
It was like every bite gave your body more than nutrients, like your very being was being replenished.
Idle chatter filled the room, but I was mostly silent throughout it, unless I was personally consulted I didn't talk much.
My sister carried the conversation, every word she said was like a string on a person's mind. Her powers were expressed in daily life more than anyone else, more so even than my mother.
It's why I avoided her the most. Simply looking at her could get one carried away, in short she was dangerous.
My brother was a shut in, he lived in his world of tinkering and machines, with his power he very well might marry one.
He could bring things to life, they don't all function like humans, due to a dissimilarity in body functions, but if you spend enough time in the house you just might find a sentient knife or doll.
My dad was a cop, and he was basically a super soldier, he should have been an actual soldier, I believe he would have more opportunities to display his powers if he did, but for some reason he decided to be a cop.
Plus our powers were a secret. As far as we are aware we are the only ones who received this blessing.
Or more accurately out parents did, and it got transferred to us.
My dad is the reason I box. I stared into his eyes, and he noticed me immediately and smiled.
He accepted my challenge, and soon the food was polished down in seconds.
And I rested on the table for a brief few minutes. A moving doll cleared the table, seeing the creature disgusted me.
It was perfectly crafted with wood and metals at the joints, it stood taller than me, it's body disproportionate in some areas on purpose.
It's six arms moved like a spider's, my eyes twisted seeing it. It made whistling sounds that only my brother understood.
He crafted vocal chords in the shape of whistles taught it a language. It was amazing but also scary.
The table was cleared quickly, the idle chatter in the house never stopped and no one left the table.
It was time. I stood, walking to the backyard. It was just past the kitchen, and I passed the creature as it cleared up the area.
The backyard was huge, but it was empty. I stretched at one end of a marked square.
The square was the lines of a makeshift battle field, the ground was tiled in cement.
Everyone filed in slowly as i finished my stretches, and my dad walked to the other end of the square.
We had both taken off our shirts, they would have easily gotten ripped anyways.
I was muscular, but my dad was very buff, he looked taller even though I was the taller one.
He didn't even strech, and he came late as always. To him this wasn't a battle, to me this was everything.
I had to win, to prove my worth. I had to show them all that i could be stronger than them even with no special powers of my own.
"Ready Vicas?" My dad asked, he didn't talk much, and every word he said gave the feeling of a hidden growl underneath.
His voice was the kind of voice that sounded hostile with every word.
The rules were simple.
Rule no 1 Do not leave the circle.
Rule no 2 Everything else is allowed.
Loser is whoever leaves the circle or gets knocked out.
My mum was there to heal injuries to any degree, I walked slowly out of the square.
Near the end wall lay my staff, it was all wood, I twirled it in my fingers.
It was heavy. After a couple battles through the years, my dad and I had an unspoken agreement to keep my staff in one piece.
I've had this one for 3 years, I watched my brother carve it himself.
I refused to let him turn it to one of his creatures, my staff was perfect as it was.
I walked back to the circle slowly, staring my dad in the eyes, walking slowly was my form of payback for him arriving late.
"Read..." my dad was out of my sight.
The square was big enough to be a pool, just square in shape instead of a rectangle.
He was no longer in front of me, I swung my staff casually to my right side, he was fast but I knew his moves.
He arrived after I swung, my swing wasn't wide enough to leave me open, my left arm blocked a punch to my face, while my right hand swung.
My blow was caught and I raised my leg to block the kick that was coming.
It never came.
Everything turned dark for a second, a head butt, my nose felt hot and I knew it was bleeding or crushed, maybe both.
I got flung, deeper into the square on purpose. "Fuck" I muttered spitting blood and phlegm.
This battle was gonna hurt, The second I stood he grabbed my arm raising me off the floor a little with it.
I received three blows to the stomach before being flung again
You asked for this, my mind thought, I spotted my staff far off to the side.
I didn't even get to use it this time.
He let me stand, I almost dashed to the staff. "You can admit defeat now" He spoke, I knew he didn't mean it the way I heard it but it angered me anyway.
I charged at him.
The result was simply a side kick, it was like he wasnt even being serious anymore.
All according to my plan.
I charged into his kick while letting it's force push me away.
I bit my lip to keep me from screaming in pain as I landed near my staff as planned.
Picking it up in one hand, my dad was smiling at me, watching.
"Ready" I said with a smile.