[center][img]http://s22.postimg.org/jtr04y1ht/War_Pulse_Word_Art.png[/img][/center]

[color=9e0b0f]“Pulse, something’s hitting my systems, I think the mech is trying to>KSSSSHHHHKSHSKH<”[/color]

Those were the last words from Warden following Equilibrium’s finger gun, at which point War-Pulse found himself momentarily keeling over and holding his ear, wincing at the sound of howling and screeching static.  He should have guessed that a man who made his own mech would have some sort of armament for cybernetic warfare.  The mercenary could not pinpoint what happened to Warden per say, but he could guess that Equilibrium took him out of the fight for the remainder of this conflict.

However, there was no time to worry about the momentary loss of his info broker, as he now was being fired at by the powerful machine-gun.  A quick burst erupted from his body, hurtling him away from the original array and tumbling into a ready position.  However, the mech was faster than its bulky appearance let on, and before War-Pulse was able to mount a counter-attack he was met with the continued volley of the machine-gun rounds.  Almost immediately he was being pushed back by the impacts, yelping in shock as the bullets puffed into him.  The exploding rounds thundered off of his form as a cloud of smoke began to billow around the mercenary, body jolting back with each collision.

However, it was not the end for War-Pulse, not by a longshot.  His foot crashed down, embedding itself in the tar to stop being knocked backward, his forward facing arm bringing up a kinetic barrier to take the continued fire.  

Once he regained his bearings, he found himself rather pinned by the gunfire.  The machine had a lock on him, and because he had misjudged the speed, he now found that he was trapped behind the kinetic barrier he had erected, as he could not get the speed to avoid being tagged again by the opponent’s targeting system.  

This was only momentary, as the wheels in War-Pulse’s head already had begun to turn, the adrenaline of combat pumping through his veins as he prepared to counter this predicament.  

His free hand extended from his body, kinetic force coalescing to his palm, crackling and humming as it built up in his fingers.  He brought his hands together, the barrier he created suddenly humming and warping, War-Pulse’s body beginning to illuminate with a blue light, which intensified at the wrists. 

[color=0054a6]“Alright, enough with the friggin’ pea-shooter, already!”[/color]  He yelled out, shoving the barrier forward to convert it into a mighty wave of kinetic energy, a wide-area projectile with an explosive punchline of his own, tearing through the machine-gun fire as if they were pebbles against a brick wall.  

While he had hoped this projectile would make contact, he did not have the highest hopes that it would.  An experienced opponent would see an attack like this coming, and War-Pulse’s attuned sense to kinetic force meant he could feel Equilibrium’s jump jets already powering up.  He did not need the blast to hit, however, he just needed Equilibrium to react to his attack for a second, just enough to force him to stop firing on his position.  The ground beneath his feet was torn apart as his back let loose a kinetic burst from his back, rocketing him forward at an alarming speed.  The mercenary’s movement pattern was erratic, the kinetic bursts changing his direction on a dime.  With every step, craters were formed from the sheer force of his momentum changing direction, rocks and rubble kicking up as the blue glowing blur advanced towards his foe.  With one final push, he launched himself forward, rocketing towards his foe with an intense velocity.

Within two seconds, he had passed the Mech’s estimated strike zone, and it was War-Pulse’s turn to deliver the offensive.  

[color=0054a6]“Now let’s see how tough that tin can really is!”[/color]  War-Pulse cried, Kinetic energy flared off of his elbows, sending the mercenary’s fists toward Equilibrium with an enhanced velocity.  He took three shots, the first two being a right cross and a left hook at the faceplate of the mech, intending to momentarily stun it.  Following his momentum, he pivoted in the air to deliver an axe kick towards the top of the mech's chassis, intending to force it back to the ground, hoping he could get the mech close enough to the ground to deliver his trademark 'War-Pulse' technique, an energy strike he had developed a long time ago.

Once he touched back to the ground, hoping that the mech was at least within range, his right arm began to crackle and sizzle, air distorting around it as he once more tried to move within the machine-gun’s firing arm once more.  He had done this attack so rarely, but he had to end this battle quickly, and out of the entire energy based combat style he had developed, this one put down enemies the quickest.  

Once he got within range and his footwork in place, he twisted his body to apparently gain more momentum on the strike, the crackling arm only increasing in intensity as he pulled it back, almost mounting it in the form of an open palm strike aimed at the chest of the mech.  It was clear the kind of devastating power that was within this strike, the air around his arm almost entirely distorted.

[color=0054a6]“Oh, and the name?  It’s War-Pulse!” [/color] Trent revealed, his other arm providing a sight to the target. [color=0054a6]“Let me show you why!”[/color]

And in that instant, War-Pulse’s body snapped the palm forward, his hips twisting to launch the palm.  What resulted was a deafening palpation of pure kinetic force launched out of his palm and into the air between the two combatants, completely pulverizing the ground and rippling through the air between the combatants.  This was a modified energy blast, condensed and overcharged in War-Pulse’s arm to create a much more devastating impact at close-range once released.  This was clearly the ‘War-Pulse’ which Trent got his namesake from, as there was no other attack like it in War-Pulse’s repertoire.   This was not the strongest one he had ever delivered, not by a longshot, but there was no doubt its power as the surrounding area also reacted to the impact, the force of the pulse tipping nearby cars and toppling telephone poles.  

As the kicked up dust began to settle, the glowing warrior advanced once more on his opponent, hoping he had at least made a dent in his opponent’s armor.  

[color=0054a6]“And there’s a lot more where that came from!” [/color] The mercenary called out to Equilibrium. [color=0054a6]“You’re playing with the big leagues, now!” [/color]