NytefallLimeyPanda said
Do you feel confident dealing with a guy who has a chainsword which is slicing through the plate of a heavy APC?
Well, there would be two of us shooting him.
Do you feel confident fighting in excess of two super-wolves?
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Well, there would be two of us shooting him.
Do you feel confident fighting in excess of two super-wolves?
Well, technically his opponent had taken one of the very few options Fury was expecting, he had come directly forward. The Fireen couldn’t believe his luck when he sent himself into the air though, that was just like a human diving into the water with sharks, why put yourself at a disadvantage? The Fireen was not one to question it; he just strode forward towards the incoming fists and threw his weight and strength into a swing to meet it, aiming to just blast his opponent back with the force of his attack by punching him directly into the incoming fists.
If they were both human, this would be folly considering Kanitah’s advantage in momentum, but Fury was supernaturally strong, so in actuality Kanitah could be a car flying towards him and still be blown backwards by Fury’s right fist impacting on his own.
The Fireen did not doubt his attack this time, you severely limit yourself when airborne unless you happen to be able to fly, because there are only so few movements one can make. Regardless, Fury still expected to be knocked back a little from the collision and set his feet into the petrified ground to make purchase.
If they were both human, this would be folly considering Kanitah’s advantage in momentum, but Fury was supernaturally strong, so in actuality Kanitah could be a car flying towards him and still be blown backwards by Fury’s right fist impacting on his own.
The Fireen did not doubt his attack this time, you severely limit yourself when airborne unless you happen to be able to fly, because there are only so few movements one can make. Regardless, Fury still expected to be knocked back a little from the collision and set his feet into the petrified ground to make purchase.
South West guys, you mech fighters want to deal with the wolves while us poor foot-soldiers sneak round the back of the APC and murder the smooth man and rescue the metaphorical princess?
“You’re not putting up much of a fight.” Fury told him with disdain evident in his voice, only moments after his feet touched down from his powerful energy-laced kick. If it came to it Fury would happily beat his opponent into the dirt.
His glance took in his opponent’s new position by the edge of the rocky island they were suspended upon. It seemed like a golden opportunity to deal with a foe who had showed no signs of being able to fly un-aided, though the Fireen was doubtful as to such an easy solution existing. It seemed like his opponents as of late were far more resilient then he was used to.
Let’s see him survive this.
The energy-wielding brute strode towards Kanitah purposely, his hands splayed and low palms down. Concentrating hard, he felt the energy within him swirling, biting, eager to escape the fate it faced within him at the mercy of the void. It manifested itself as two, sharp and bright, crescents of death which he balanced carefully underneath his hands. Fifteen feet, ten feet, he launched both discs with lethal intent; they crossed in mid-air and burst forward towards the hero at the side of the cliff. They were cutting off his escape by approaching him from each side at an angle, leaving only backwards and a narrow path directly ahead to conceivably escape the blades before they cut him through the middle. Unconsciously perhaps, the attack was similar in essence to one which had been successful against General Freedom previously, time would tell if results would be the same here.
Regardless, Fury maintained his stride, because if Kanitah took the easiest escape directly forward it would place him into the path of the melee-dominating Fireen, who was more than happy to punch him off the cliff himself.
His glance took in his opponent’s new position by the edge of the rocky island they were suspended upon. It seemed like a golden opportunity to deal with a foe who had showed no signs of being able to fly un-aided, though the Fireen was doubtful as to such an easy solution existing. It seemed like his opponents as of late were far more resilient then he was used to.
Let’s see him survive this.
The energy-wielding brute strode towards Kanitah purposely, his hands splayed and low palms down. Concentrating hard, he felt the energy within him swirling, biting, eager to escape the fate it faced within him at the mercy of the void. It manifested itself as two, sharp and bright, crescents of death which he balanced carefully underneath his hands. Fifteen feet, ten feet, he launched both discs with lethal intent; they crossed in mid-air and burst forward towards the hero at the side of the cliff. They were cutting off his escape by approaching him from each side at an angle, leaving only backwards and a narrow path directly ahead to conceivably escape the blades before they cut him through the middle. Unconsciously perhaps, the attack was similar in essence to one which had been successful against General Freedom previously, time would tell if results would be the same here.
Regardless, Fury maintained his stride, because if Kanitah took the easiest escape directly forward it would place him into the path of the melee-dominating Fireen, who was more than happy to punch him off the cliff himself.
Fury’s eyes narrowed as he watched his opponent dive directly through one of his energy blasts, suffering few of the expected injuries, it was a good gauge of his durability. The Fireen was also settling back into his earlier defensive stance, expecting an attack immediately considering the nature of his defence, but instead he got more talk after his foe jumped back onto his feet faster than Fury could take advantage of his stumble.
This one talks too much.
Fury charged at the so called hero as he flexed his muscles like some kind of male model. Though five feet hardly required much of a charge, it was more like a powerful burst off the ground sheering through webs like paper, and in a single bound Fury was close enough to swing a devastating blow towards his opponent’s body, aiming to crush his left ribs with a heavy right hand.
However, the swing was expendable at best, and Fury expected his opponent to respond with a guard even though he was being accosted in far from the best states (flexing rather than in a guard or at least some semblance of a fighting stance.) When the inevitable happened, his momentum would in fact carry him into a vicious round-house kick, his right foot launched with enough force to simply crush through any hastily built up guard and through to his opponent’s ribs. However, it was the slight edge Fury gave himself with a sudden unleashing of energy that would hopefully lend his blow the force to launch his opponent across the arena of battle.
This one talks too much.
Fury charged at the so called hero as he flexed his muscles like some kind of male model. Though five feet hardly required much of a charge, it was more like a powerful burst off the ground sheering through webs like paper, and in a single bound Fury was close enough to swing a devastating blow towards his opponent’s body, aiming to crush his left ribs with a heavy right hand.
However, the swing was expendable at best, and Fury expected his opponent to respond with a guard even though he was being accosted in far from the best states (flexing rather than in a guard or at least some semblance of a fighting stance.) When the inevitable happened, his momentum would in fact carry him into a vicious round-house kick, his right foot launched with enough force to simply crush through any hastily built up guard and through to his opponent’s ribs. However, it was the slight edge Fury gave himself with a sudden unleashing of energy that would hopefully lend his blow the force to launch his opponent across the arena of battle.
His opponent regained his feet, and then asked the question he feared most, this time he was inclined to answer.
“I am Fury.” The Fireen spat as the Void within him broke into his voice more than usual, as it always did when he was asked questions of his identity. The reasons for the Void’s more direct influence than usual were fairly complex, though at a simple level it had to maintain control over its host, and to do that required the destruction of Manadar’s old identity.
Now, it was time for some of the classic Fury charm.
His right hand shot out directly towards his opponent, though even before the movement the energy he had cupped into his hand was shot forward at an incredibly fast rate, faster than Fury could see even. It sliced through the earth in a four foot high two feet wide wave of power, breaking the fragile crust as it sought Fury’s opponent’s blood. Should it hit an ordinary human, they would likely be torn in half by the force of the heavy handed energy-laden blow, but its effects on his opponent were far harder to predict, should it land at all.
“I am Fury.” The Fireen spat as the Void within him broke into his voice more than usual, as it always did when he was asked questions of his identity. The reasons for the Void’s more direct influence than usual were fairly complex, though at a simple level it had to maintain control over its host, and to do that required the destruction of Manadar’s old identity.
Now, it was time for some of the classic Fury charm.
His right hand shot out directly towards his opponent, though even before the movement the energy he had cupped into his hand was shot forward at an incredibly fast rate, faster than Fury could see even. It sliced through the earth in a four foot high two feet wide wave of power, breaking the fragile crust as it sought Fury’s opponent’s blood. Should it hit an ordinary human, they would likely be torn in half by the force of the heavy handed energy-laden blow, but its effects on his opponent were far harder to predict, should it land at all.
ASTA said
The icing on the cake is that, as stated by others, one autohit needs to come before an autokill. Where was my autohit? What the fuck, exactly, were you even doing? Apparently the rules apply only if you're the one being put in the hot seat, LeeRoy. That's very petty.
Everything else you've said has been completely wrong, but yes, you're entitled to one bitch-slap to the face -before- you're completely killed.
Fury was moving with sheer adrenaline and reflex, muscle memory, which was why after his first two blows landed powerfully on his opponent’s fragile face he was moving in to launch the final two lower punches. This put him forward on his right foot, and when his opponent apparently committed to some form of falling kick he was pretty confused and surprised, but none of this influenced his defence. He dropped his left leg into the path of the flailing limb, where the blow glanced off his own shin before it could arc up and into his relatively unprotected groin.
What Fury had not been expecting was the pain the contact caused, far disproportionate to the force of the attack. He jumped backwards in alarm, the leg failing momentarily under his weight before life began to return, though when he looked down the blow had singed straight through his tough trousers. He took a few more cursory steps backwards, aware that he should have immediately taken advantage of his opponent’s position on the ground but unwilling to jump in until he had worked out what had happened.
After a moment of quick thinking, likely giving Kanitah the seconds required to regain his feet, Fury worked out that the rings adorning his foes body were lending him greater strength. This was troublesome to the Fireen, because he had the least resistance to a foe matching him in sheer melee force. Still, it wasn’t enough to cause fear, not yet at least, Fury could claim bravery if nothing else.
And if he was resorting to his tricks, then Fury would do the same.
He rolled his right arm and shook the pain from his left leg as he stared at his opponent across the ten feet separating them. Then, he drew his right hand low to his hip, cupping energy in his hand, it wasn’t quite visible yet, but the force was growing with every second. With his left hand he held a fist out and ready to defend himself, it was time to heat things up.
What Fury had not been expecting was the pain the contact caused, far disproportionate to the force of the attack. He jumped backwards in alarm, the leg failing momentarily under his weight before life began to return, though when he looked down the blow had singed straight through his tough trousers. He took a few more cursory steps backwards, aware that he should have immediately taken advantage of his opponent’s position on the ground but unwilling to jump in until he had worked out what had happened.
After a moment of quick thinking, likely giving Kanitah the seconds required to regain his feet, Fury worked out that the rings adorning his foes body were lending him greater strength. This was troublesome to the Fireen, because he had the least resistance to a foe matching him in sheer melee force. Still, it wasn’t enough to cause fear, not yet at least, Fury could claim bravery if nothing else.
And if he was resorting to his tricks, then Fury would do the same.
He rolled his right arm and shook the pain from his left leg as he stared at his opponent across the ten feet separating them. Then, he drew his right hand low to his hip, cupping energy in his hand, it wasn’t quite visible yet, but the force was growing with every second. With his left hand he held a fist out and ready to defend himself, it was time to heat things up.
That's it for tonight, you'll have to wait a little for the next one, and even longer for the one after that.
Should get your anticipation going.
Should get your anticipation going.
Fury couldn’t profess to understanding in the very brief moment before he struck what exactly his opponent was doing. However, considering the intensity of his observation, it was no surprise that he immediately spotted the guard lowering and capitalised on the weakness. In fact, his opponent had done worse then dropped his guard, he’d completely disarmed himself by seizing something on his own shoulders, rings of some form which spoke of energy Fury would rather not contend with.
Drawing back to the attack at hand, Fury lurched forward with all his speed, which was a hell of a lot more than any human could hope to attain. His right fist bunched into another forceful jab aimed at his opponent’s completely unguarded face. The joint leg followed its earlier motion, but this time Fury had every intention of following up with the cross, delivered straight afterwards with even more force by his left hand, also striking for the face. His legs met and then carried forward, provided his attacks made purchase.
Fury however still seemed reluctant to lay off on the pressure, and provided circumstances were still obviously favourable (saying that his opponent had not unleashed some attack which could easily stop any further moves by the Fireen) he would continue his combination of blows with two fast paced and lethal low shots to the older man’s stomach with his right fist, the first aimed at taking him off his feet and the second delivered with a slight crouch to literally launch him up and away from the arena, possibly even off the edge off the rocks roughly twenty feet behind him. The Fireen wasn’t holding back on force in his blows, or ferocity, that much was certain.
Drawing back to the attack at hand, Fury lurched forward with all his speed, which was a hell of a lot more than any human could hope to attain. His right fist bunched into another forceful jab aimed at his opponent’s completely unguarded face. The joint leg followed its earlier motion, but this time Fury had every intention of following up with the cross, delivered straight afterwards with even more force by his left hand, also striking for the face. His legs met and then carried forward, provided his attacks made purchase.
Fury however still seemed reluctant to lay off on the pressure, and provided circumstances were still obviously favourable (saying that his opponent had not unleashed some attack which could easily stop any further moves by the Fireen) he would continue his combination of blows with two fast paced and lethal low shots to the older man’s stomach with his right fist, the first aimed at taking him off his feet and the second delivered with a slight crouch to literally launch him up and away from the arena, possibly even off the edge off the rocks roughly twenty feet behind him. The Fireen wasn’t holding back on force in his blows, or ferocity, that much was certain.
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