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Hopefully I can get a dark sector style glaive.
MelonHead said
Yup. You'd be surprised how much of a badass human ability set you see in most films can actually be replicated by real people. Although they usually only have one or two of those traits. It's hard to be very strong and agile at the same time.
That's cause humans a secretly OP.
But as an interesting note, Khazna's superior eyesight is based partly on Byron Ferguson. Only without a bow.
There was a show called Superhumans that had a whole bounce of weird folk doing weird things.
As a foot note: Khazna is not truly human.
As a foot note: Khazna is not truly human.
Olympian's are still basic humans. :K
In Khazna's eyes.
In Khazna's eyes.
LeeRoy said
Just putting this out there.I'm gonna steal Khazna's mask.
Should have joined his elite squad, they all get one.
Though not as cool as his. :K
The sword struck the bench and sliced right on through to impale the man behind it. He could hear a strained breath from behind the bench as the man attempted to recover to some extant after having a sword impale him.
"I'll be honest here; you're only the second guy to successfully do that to me."
"Well then, I suppose I should feel honored!" He answered with a mocking cordial tone and exaggerated excitement. “But I do fear it will only get worse for you from here.”
Still Khazna was mildly impressed that the man could still stand and even work the blade free. This Leeroy was not going to disappoint him as far as his seeming immortality went. Even before the bench fell to the ground Khazna was already moving to press his advantage. He sliced the black mist before him again and this time another blade appeared, seemingly smaller than the first which was also skillfully caught with his free left hand.
"The other guy did it better, actually cut off my head by throwing it like a disk instead of a dart."
"My dear friend, if you are unable to catch the weapon I so kindly offered you; I am forced to wonder if you are really worth my time."
Without the obstruction of the bench Khazna's dark eyes peeking through the visors of his menacing mask could now make out what appeared to be two disk shaped objects. Khazna recognized them as being in similar shape to the explosives thrown at the guards earlier in Leeroy's escape attempt.
"But now I know what you're capable of physically. A super soldier, not unlike the ones I created to guard my home. Except you're the kind who-" LeeRoy had to stop to actually catch his breath for the first time in a while. "Who's prideful about it, aren't you?"
Khazna only smiled behind his dark mask. Super solider? Oh, if only this man knew the truth. While Khazna possessed superhuman levels of hand-to-hand and sword fighting skills, none of it was the result of genetic tampering. Khazna however did not respond, already calculating the distance between them, the amount of time it would take to cover it, as well as reading his opponent as closely as the man’s suit allowed. This Leeroy's bulky space suit would make it difficult to read his muscle movements. Not to mention Khazna’s own speed was hampered by his training weights he still wore, though he was still faster then his opponent. He predicted he would not need to use the full might of his speed found in the art of Flash-point.
It was then the man made his first move, one that to Khazna's decade of long training and combat seemed painfully obvious in movement and application. First he shattered the first rule of combat; he turned about, allowing himself to lose sight of his opponent. The act of lifting his right arm up alone was enough to reveal the object it held, though he could only guess at its nature, no doubt more explosives. Khazna would have normally not have bothered allowing him to completely finish the maneuver. However, the sight of the object gave him pause, and in that time he simply posed his new blade for another throw. Then came high the plastic explosive as it went sailing into the air. Then in that very instant did Khazna react with a blur of motion sending his new blade sailing toward the device with inhuman precision for its blasting cap.
Too Khazna's eyes the entire throw seemed to have been played out with over-exaggerated movements and awkward slowness that was the hallmark of basic peak human speed and movement. Allowing him to easily predict its trajectory and intercept with his blade, which would impale it and send it flying a few feet behind Leeroy to stick fast to a steel beam built into a machine at his rear. However, he had not expected Leeroy to also fling his two discs at him at the same time. No mean feat to be sure. Fortunately the movement of him raising his left hand was just enough warning for Khazna to decide his next action, thankfully he had already readied himself for a quick dash from his stance. There was no room to jump to the side in his current position so he went down instead, falling forward into a tight combat roll, allowing the disc to sail just inches above him. Khazna gambled the disc were impact sensitive from the way Leeroy had employed them the first time. It was just bad luck that the guard waiting outside the door choose then to pop out to place a well-aimed shot between the eyes of Leeroy. He never go the chance to fire before being blown off his feet from the twin concussive blast of the two disk sending him flying back, likely out cold.
It was fortunate Khazna had witnessed their use beforehand, he'd have rather not have been surprised if he had decided to employ serenity in cutting them form the air. His move also took him over the prone body of the dead soldier Leeroy had killed. As he spun up from his roll into a kneeling crouch he would have a nasty surprise in store for his immortal foe. He had aimed for and grabbed the fallen weapon of the dead guard and leveled it at Leeroy. The sleek rifle barked as it spat a hail of bullets toward their target. But even one blessed with marksmanship as potent as Khazna could not fire a weapon such as this easily in one hand. Thus he did not bother actually aiming for the man before him. He fired rounds in a tight circle from one side of the room and up over the man's head then down.
Using pay-and-spray over marked precision, Khazna's rifle tore into the pipes aligning the wall. These were fed with hot steaming water that lead into the machines behind Leeroy. Sadly, instead of hot water dousing the ground around Leeroy for a distraction, hot steam spewed out with a hiss of anger instead.
Steam? Khazna thought. Well best make use of an unexpected outcome he decided. He fired a few shots in Leeroy's direction hoping to panic him to cover. Then he dropped the rifle, already spent of rounds. Khanza quickly rolled to his right as the steam began to fill this end of the room near the only entrance. He wondered how good his opponent’s vision was in an obscuring mist. He ended his role in a combat stance, his sharp eyes peering into the mist for his foe, the outlines of his threads visible to his extraordinary eyes. His mind eye now quickly placing them at roughly 12 feet from each other.
"I'll be honest here; you're only the second guy to successfully do that to me."
"Well then, I suppose I should feel honored!" He answered with a mocking cordial tone and exaggerated excitement. “But I do fear it will only get worse for you from here.”
Still Khazna was mildly impressed that the man could still stand and even work the blade free. This Leeroy was not going to disappoint him as far as his seeming immortality went. Even before the bench fell to the ground Khazna was already moving to press his advantage. He sliced the black mist before him again and this time another blade appeared, seemingly smaller than the first which was also skillfully caught with his free left hand.
"The other guy did it better, actually cut off my head by throwing it like a disk instead of a dart."
"My dear friend, if you are unable to catch the weapon I so kindly offered you; I am forced to wonder if you are really worth my time."
Without the obstruction of the bench Khazna's dark eyes peeking through the visors of his menacing mask could now make out what appeared to be two disk shaped objects. Khazna recognized them as being in similar shape to the explosives thrown at the guards earlier in Leeroy's escape attempt.
"But now I know what you're capable of physically. A super soldier, not unlike the ones I created to guard my home. Except you're the kind who-" LeeRoy had to stop to actually catch his breath for the first time in a while. "Who's prideful about it, aren't you?"
Khazna only smiled behind his dark mask. Super solider? Oh, if only this man knew the truth. While Khazna possessed superhuman levels of hand-to-hand and sword fighting skills, none of it was the result of genetic tampering. Khazna however did not respond, already calculating the distance between them, the amount of time it would take to cover it, as well as reading his opponent as closely as the man’s suit allowed. This Leeroy's bulky space suit would make it difficult to read his muscle movements. Not to mention Khazna’s own speed was hampered by his training weights he still wore, though he was still faster then his opponent. He predicted he would not need to use the full might of his speed found in the art of Flash-point.
It was then the man made his first move, one that to Khazna's decade of long training and combat seemed painfully obvious in movement and application. First he shattered the first rule of combat; he turned about, allowing himself to lose sight of his opponent. The act of lifting his right arm up alone was enough to reveal the object it held, though he could only guess at its nature, no doubt more explosives. Khazna would have normally not have bothered allowing him to completely finish the maneuver. However, the sight of the object gave him pause, and in that time he simply posed his new blade for another throw. Then came high the plastic explosive as it went sailing into the air. Then in that very instant did Khazna react with a blur of motion sending his new blade sailing toward the device with inhuman precision for its blasting cap.
Too Khazna's eyes the entire throw seemed to have been played out with over-exaggerated movements and awkward slowness that was the hallmark of basic peak human speed and movement. Allowing him to easily predict its trajectory and intercept with his blade, which would impale it and send it flying a few feet behind Leeroy to stick fast to a steel beam built into a machine at his rear. However, he had not expected Leeroy to also fling his two discs at him at the same time. No mean feat to be sure. Fortunately the movement of him raising his left hand was just enough warning for Khazna to decide his next action, thankfully he had already readied himself for a quick dash from his stance. There was no room to jump to the side in his current position so he went down instead, falling forward into a tight combat roll, allowing the disc to sail just inches above him. Khazna gambled the disc were impact sensitive from the way Leeroy had employed them the first time. It was just bad luck that the guard waiting outside the door choose then to pop out to place a well-aimed shot between the eyes of Leeroy. He never go the chance to fire before being blown off his feet from the twin concussive blast of the two disk sending him flying back, likely out cold.
It was fortunate Khazna had witnessed their use beforehand, he'd have rather not have been surprised if he had decided to employ serenity in cutting them form the air. His move also took him over the prone body of the dead soldier Leeroy had killed. As he spun up from his roll into a kneeling crouch he would have a nasty surprise in store for his immortal foe. He had aimed for and grabbed the fallen weapon of the dead guard and leveled it at Leeroy. The sleek rifle barked as it spat a hail of bullets toward their target. But even one blessed with marksmanship as potent as Khazna could not fire a weapon such as this easily in one hand. Thus he did not bother actually aiming for the man before him. He fired rounds in a tight circle from one side of the room and up over the man's head then down.
Using pay-and-spray over marked precision, Khazna's rifle tore into the pipes aligning the wall. These were fed with hot steaming water that lead into the machines behind Leeroy. Sadly, instead of hot water dousing the ground around Leeroy for a distraction, hot steam spewed out with a hiss of anger instead.
Steam? Khazna thought. Well best make use of an unexpected outcome he decided. He fired a few shots in Leeroy's direction hoping to panic him to cover. Then he dropped the rifle, already spent of rounds. Khanza quickly rolled to his right as the steam began to fill this end of the room near the only entrance. He wondered how good his opponent’s vision was in an obscuring mist. He ended his role in a combat stance, his sharp eyes peering into the mist for his foe, the outlines of his threads visible to his extraordinary eyes. His mind eye now quickly placing them at roughly 12 feet from each other.
LeeRoy said
Khan I stated that TheBiddz and I were going to wait for you instead of trying to come up with something unbelievable.
TheBiddz said
Khan, we can do some exploring for a bit. We just love getting wrapped up in spider webs. Ugh, I have some bad experiences involving LeeRoy and spiders.
At least we know you two are not the same people. :K
Well I'm here for any questions that crop up while Skalla's gone.
Khazna idly ran his left hand over the dull side of his blade as he admired its craftsmanship. Khazna seemed oblivious to the small battle just several feet ahead of him. Still the 'immortal' continued shouting jibs just barely heard over the cacophony of gun fire. One might have thought he would have given up by now? Years spent under intense psychotherapy had born in the Cardinal a discipline few men possessed. This Leeroy certainly liked the sound of his own voice. By now he had leapt blindly for cover a few feet back in the form of a bench. At this point a black mist had started to swell around Khazna as he calmly walked forward. Just then the man began to lift his temporary shelter and made it something of a shield. The last rounds of gunfire colliding into it and around the man’s feet creating sparks here and there.
"Now that I know you're a chickenshit, buddy, I'm just waiting for you to dismiss the cannonfodder and actually fight me. I'd be willing to bet that I could take you in a one on one fight. Your guards are just gonna get killed if you don't come in here."
The guard’s gun ran dry before he could correct his aim and he hastily reloaded. There was an almost deadening silence as the shooting stopped momentarily. At this point Khazna stood almost within the doors entrance.
"I take pride in my word, boy. I'd be willing to bet you'd love to mount a still living head to your wall wouldn't you? So, are you going to callously throw away the lives of your men just to give yourself a pitiful advantage against me?"
Khazna causally tilted his head at this outburst; he certainly liked to use the word 'boy'. The man was really in no position to threaten let alone make demands. Such an interesting one this Leeroy was turning out to be. Still perhaps he would humor the man? The mist of black was now heavy in the air around him and he decided now was the time to make use of it.
"One on one? I don't make a habit of fighting the handicapped." Even as he spoke his sword had already flashed in front of him in a blur of motion slicing the open air. "But if you insist. Catch." Suddenly as if by magic, a blade appeared in the air seemingly built out of the space before him, or more accurately the black mist. An almost exact duplicate of Serenity he caught the sword cleanly with his left hand then tucked it across his chest under his right arm then flung it forward with uncanny skill and godly precision.
Just then the man Leeroy had dared to peek from behind his makeshift shield to mouth off another challenge. The sight of the weapon would no doubt give the man quite the surprise, likely he had never witnessed one throw his sword like an oversized dagger before. With the speed the weapon was thrown and distance between them (if the man could even see the blade traveling through the air from his angle) it was unlikely he would be able to avoid it. Its velocity, some 189 feet per second, and weight meant it would pierce through the bench with over 30 inches of Starhilm. Impaling it and the man behind it with the force to knock the air from his lungs, cut through the flesh past his suit and sunder a rib or two. The weapons course aimed for the center mass of Leeroys body just under where his heart should be.
In the few seconds Khazna had been at the doors entrance his razor sharp eyesight had taken in the room in its entirety. Quickly absorbing his surroundings as any experienced warrior would. The room was roughly 30 feet in length and a little more than half that in width. Within it, three rows of machines took up most of the chambers room. With the walls possessing what seemed to be pipes built into them. An idea was already forming in the Cardinals mind and what little of his opponent he could see pointed at the fact he no longer could be carrying his rifle, and only one hand was carrying the bench. All this he took within the span of a heartbeat.
The moment he had loosed the sword Khazna entered into a combat stance legs bent and muscles ready to spring forward or back at a moment’s notice with his feet squarely set apart. His blade ready for another sweep through the mist around him.
"Now that I know you're a chickenshit, buddy, I'm just waiting for you to dismiss the cannonfodder and actually fight me. I'd be willing to bet that I could take you in a one on one fight. Your guards are just gonna get killed if you don't come in here."
The guard’s gun ran dry before he could correct his aim and he hastily reloaded. There was an almost deadening silence as the shooting stopped momentarily. At this point Khazna stood almost within the doors entrance.
"I take pride in my word, boy. I'd be willing to bet you'd love to mount a still living head to your wall wouldn't you? So, are you going to callously throw away the lives of your men just to give yourself a pitiful advantage against me?"
Khazna causally tilted his head at this outburst; he certainly liked to use the word 'boy'. The man was really in no position to threaten let alone make demands. Such an interesting one this Leeroy was turning out to be. Still perhaps he would humor the man? The mist of black was now heavy in the air around him and he decided now was the time to make use of it.
"One on one? I don't make a habit of fighting the handicapped." Even as he spoke his sword had already flashed in front of him in a blur of motion slicing the open air. "But if you insist. Catch." Suddenly as if by magic, a blade appeared in the air seemingly built out of the space before him, or more accurately the black mist. An almost exact duplicate of Serenity he caught the sword cleanly with his left hand then tucked it across his chest under his right arm then flung it forward with uncanny skill and godly precision.
Just then the man Leeroy had dared to peek from behind his makeshift shield to mouth off another challenge. The sight of the weapon would no doubt give the man quite the surprise, likely he had never witnessed one throw his sword like an oversized dagger before. With the speed the weapon was thrown and distance between them (if the man could even see the blade traveling through the air from his angle) it was unlikely he would be able to avoid it. Its velocity, some 189 feet per second, and weight meant it would pierce through the bench with over 30 inches of Starhilm. Impaling it and the man behind it with the force to knock the air from his lungs, cut through the flesh past his suit and sunder a rib or two. The weapons course aimed for the center mass of Leeroys body just under where his heart should be.
In the few seconds Khazna had been at the doors entrance his razor sharp eyesight had taken in the room in its entirety. Quickly absorbing his surroundings as any experienced warrior would. The room was roughly 30 feet in length and a little more than half that in width. Within it, three rows of machines took up most of the chambers room. With the walls possessing what seemed to be pipes built into them. An idea was already forming in the Cardinals mind and what little of his opponent he could see pointed at the fact he no longer could be carrying his rifle, and only one hand was carrying the bench. All this he took within the span of a heartbeat.
The moment he had loosed the sword Khazna entered into a combat stance legs bent and muscles ready to spring forward or back at a moment’s notice with his feet squarely set apart. His blade ready for another sweep through the mist around him.
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