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The sudden onslaught caught the veteren mercenary by surprise, in his nonchalant arrogance he was caught off guard, and only whirled about to catch sight of the woman before the hardlight explosion detonated on his back, causing him to stumble forward into her arms.  Very quickly the attacks turned for the worse, her hands making contact with him very quickly, the loud thuds shaking the warehouse with their impact.  She was fast, very fast, it took effort for him to place his arms up and guard the strikes against him, and even then he still caught one or two of the fists to a soft spot.  One of her hands managed to wrap hold of his coat, and before he was even able to try and counter the strike, he found himself flying into some crates, crashing through a collection of odds and ends before bouncing and skidding off of the concrete floor.

As the dust settled, the mercenary slowly took to his feet, an impressed smile on his face.  For the first time in what felt like forever, someone had actually managed to get the drop on him, and even fly through his guard.  With an amused huff, the mercenary dusted himself off as the woman struck a mechanism to close some sort of field around the two.  She was boxing him in, hoping that with her sudden display he would feel trapped and insecure.

What she got was a laugh and a crack of his knuckles, energy sparking off of them as they snapped.

[color=00aeef]"And here I was thinking I ran into a dud."[/color] War-Pulse murmured to himself, seemingly thrilled by her display.  He turned his attention to the woman, his eyes scanning over the free moving hair and bloodthirsty grin as he called out to her. [color=00aeef]"I may look like a sheep, but that's only because I'm wearing its clothing."[/color]

And with that remark, he dropped into what looked like a boxing stance, hands up now to deliver his strikes.  However, he was still curious, this woman had speed and some degree of super-strength from what he could tell, but what else did she have in store for him?  He gestured to her, his fingers curling to himself in a 'bring it on' motion.

[color=00aeef]"Don't let that stop you, though, you seem like you're on a roll.  Show me what you can really do!"[/color]