NytefallI really hope the plan isn't just to wait until Higan needs the toilet, if that's all you've got I'm driving his Mech home. I didn't come for the most boring fight of all time, but that's sure as hell what I've got.
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I am right in assuming Gigue is essentially frozen while his shield is active, correct?
Eventually you just have to take the plunge. The Mech stepped out into open air with another burst of chain-gun fire clearing its head and the patch of earth above and behind it in its immediate blind spot. Provided it went unmolested Higan would pause and listen for further sound, before making his way slowly up the hill in the same stopping and listening fashion he had used earlier.
Interested as well.
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If only Allaria survived as such
So much died in Guild Fall ;(
@MelonHead I remember our first fight, it was aboard a ghost pirate ship.
Yeah I still remember it fairly well, Fury vs a big Cyborg on a boat.
Decided to reminisce over the ruins of old guild like a demented spectre, amazingly perhaps my favourite fight survived, all three pages of my battle with Sikako in the NoW tournament. I wish I could go back over more of my old fights, if only to remind myself how I played certain characters a few years back.
It was not the most impressive of clashes, Sigurd had but a moment to appreciate his opponent’s dogged recklessness as his axe bit and glanced away from Gigue’s shoulder and the large man propelled himself into a dive toward him. The Northman was committed in a sense, his right foot making firm contact with soft earth and his blade whistling out of its sheath. However he was not quick enough and a resounding clunk of metal on metal rang out as the pommel struck his enemy’s mask. Had he neglected to bring head protection this would have been quite fortuitous for Sigurd, unfortunately it served only to slightly daze his enemy and impede his own draw. He was adjusting to a steeper angle and finishing unsheathing his blade even as the expected occurred and his right leg shot back a bit from the impact, followed by his entire body. His left leg settled backward to stabilise himself and he resisted the urge to immediately attempt to drag his forward leg away from danger, knowing it was too late and to lift the foot off the ground would only be helping his enemy.
Instead he did the opposite, placing further weight on his right leg as Gigue’s hands wrapped around it. Time was of the essence, his enemy was a brawler and a wrestler by the looks of things and strength was on his side. All Sigurd could claim was that he was not dazed or debilitated by any wounds as of yet, so at the very least he may be able to deliver a blow before his enemy had time to gather himself and throw him onto the ground. That had to be avoided at all costs. Fortunately to that effect only one of Sigurd’s legs was captured, which should allow him to remain on his feet for much longer than would have been the case if both legs had been grappled.
Sigurd reacted in much the same way as Gigue as the grapple initiated, tactics gave way to instinct as split second decisions wracked his body. The sword wasn’t quite drawn and was unsuitable for a quick strike at close range, which left only his left hand. He could drop the shield and deliver a heavy blow with his stone hand, but such would take valuable time he may not have. The solution then was simple, he had to slow Gigue down any way he could, hurt him, disable his body if possible. The shield in his left hand straightened as Sigurd turned his palm to face him. The moment the metal rim was in line it would be simplistic to drive it down into the back of Gigue’s neck or upper spine, making use of the hard edge and the terrible strength of his magical arm.
Meanwhile, as the shield hurtled down (an act which fortunately could be performed in fairly horrible conditions, as was likely to be the case when Gigue made good his grapple) Sigurd’s blade had cleared its sheath and he held the hilt wide at his right side, the blade angling slightly down and to the left, ready for a follow up that may never come.
Instead he did the opposite, placing further weight on his right leg as Gigue’s hands wrapped around it. Time was of the essence, his enemy was a brawler and a wrestler by the looks of things and strength was on his side. All Sigurd could claim was that he was not dazed or debilitated by any wounds as of yet, so at the very least he may be able to deliver a blow before his enemy had time to gather himself and throw him onto the ground. That had to be avoided at all costs. Fortunately to that effect only one of Sigurd’s legs was captured, which should allow him to remain on his feet for much longer than would have been the case if both legs had been grappled.
Sigurd reacted in much the same way as Gigue as the grapple initiated, tactics gave way to instinct as split second decisions wracked his body. The sword wasn’t quite drawn and was unsuitable for a quick strike at close range, which left only his left hand. He could drop the shield and deliver a heavy blow with his stone hand, but such would take valuable time he may not have. The solution then was simple, he had to slow Gigue down any way he could, hurt him, disable his body if possible. The shield in his left hand straightened as Sigurd turned his palm to face him. The moment the metal rim was in line it would be simplistic to drive it down into the back of Gigue’s neck or upper spine, making use of the hard edge and the terrible strength of his magical arm.
Meanwhile, as the shield hurtled down (an act which fortunately could be performed in fairly horrible conditions, as was likely to be the case when Gigue made good his grapple) Sigurd’s blade had cleared its sheath and he held the hilt wide at his right side, the blade angling slightly down and to the left, ready for a follow up that may never come.
“Well now, it’s definitely up ahead somewhere.” Higan muttered to himself as the Mech made its final ascent. It was a little easier getting out of the cave than getting in so the Mech was climbing up the last tunnel in a sort of crouch-walk with its right side facing forward. It was still slow going though, which worried Higan just a tad as he had a foreboding feeling the Pater was preparing something for him up topside. He had forced it out of its little nest and back up into open air, if it was like any other ugly bastard living in dirt it couldn’t have liked that very much. Still, once he reached daylight visibility was bound to be improved and he’d have space to work with, all factors in his favour. Particularly in light of two things, he had entered the forest in the early hours of the morning and had been in the deeps for at least two hours, so sunlight would be permeating the forest. However, more importantly he remembered the exit was on a hillside, so the sun would shine more brightly upon it as the canopy couldn’t be as thick, and he would have an excellent field of vision. There was a chance he could still kill the creature yet, with just forty rounds of rifle ammo and maybe 900 rounds in his chain-gun.
The entrance to the cave was the biggest danger. If the creature stayed true to form it would be up waiting for him in a blind spot as he exited the cave. He couldn’t hear it anymore, so either it had fled far enough through the forest to escape him or it had settled down to wait for him to leave the cave. His mind flittered back to the skeletal decoy earlier, he couldn’t even discount the possibility of a trap waiting for him at the exit, and it had certainly proved itself wily enough to carry out some manual tasks. All in all the light at the end of the tunnel was looking progressively worse as he swapped back to ordinary vision function to avoid blinding himself. If there was anything un-toward about the entrance of the cave Higan would notice it, he wasn’t a scout for nothing, having passed this way earlier he could probably spot a single stone out of place.
Presuming he was not accosted before reaching the exit his rifle would poke out into daylight, feeling for anything untoward on his path and perhaps fishing out the creature. If nothing bit he’d consider his next plan of action about six feet inside of the cave, his cannon pointed with deadly intent before him and his eyes searching what he could see outside.
The entrance to the cave was the biggest danger. If the creature stayed true to form it would be up waiting for him in a blind spot as he exited the cave. He couldn’t hear it anymore, so either it had fled far enough through the forest to escape him or it had settled down to wait for him to leave the cave. His mind flittered back to the skeletal decoy earlier, he couldn’t even discount the possibility of a trap waiting for him at the exit, and it had certainly proved itself wily enough to carry out some manual tasks. All in all the light at the end of the tunnel was looking progressively worse as he swapped back to ordinary vision function to avoid blinding himself. If there was anything un-toward about the entrance of the cave Higan would notice it, he wasn’t a scout for nothing, having passed this way earlier he could probably spot a single stone out of place.
Presuming he was not accosted before reaching the exit his rifle would poke out into daylight, feeling for anything untoward on his path and perhaps fishing out the creature. If nothing bit he’d consider his next plan of action about six feet inside of the cave, his cannon pointed with deadly intent before him and his eyes searching what he could see outside.
@MelonHead And done.
What i do like roleplay fighting for is its unpredictability. Even when it seems that you've got the upper hand, there's always this feeling that your opponent can and will dick you over. Good thing you don't have that seax yet. :P
Same, it's why Arena fighting is so much like chess to me, when you become overly fixated on your own actions and forget about what your opponent is doing they will always surprise you.
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