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That's also true. Of course, all this could be rendered completely void by Khazna trolling and saying Freedom is already long gone, because he was originally intended to be placed in Fury's spaceship. (not literally his, but whatever.)
So Boerd said
Look man, not sure what you want me to do. Garrett is bound and determined to rescue Freedom. Now, if Khanza and Fury leave their ship and leave Freedom on, Garret can blow it apart and rescue him, then be on his merry way. That would leave ships as fluff, let you have your fight, and complete Garrett's mission, allowing him to refocus on returning home and going inactive/defending it while I introduce a more playable character. Sound good to everyone?
Not really, there's a powerful meta-story you'd be interrupting without a fight.
I'd hate to have the last month of Fury's posting be rendered completely void like that.
It's also meta-gamey as fuck, what exactly is your character doing about the Giant Bear eating people in the city? Does he somehow understand bear customs?
See, pushing oneself past another’s arm might work if they were launching some massive overly embellished hay-maker, but a jab was a jab, and it moved a hell of a lot faster than someone else could move unless they were particularly fast. It was acceptable for Fury’s foe to quickly slip his punch, though he certainly hadn’t expected it, but moving past and into his guard? That was never going to work when Fury had obviously intended to keep his attack reserved.
His arm back into a guard position long before his foe could get close to him; he simply took two smooth steps back away from him while also to the right to avoid any attack he tried to launch, then began strafing around him counter-clockwise and maintaining a cool distance. Fury wanted to box, at least for a little while, and he wasn’t feeling like getting in close and finishing his seemingly easy opponent. Four feet separated them unless his opponent was able to burst forward over the incredibly short distance with enough speed to surprise the Fireen.
He used his battlefield senses and a short life of experience to feel his way across the battlefield. The footing was treacherous at best, though the precipice on either side of their particular island of rock was a goodly distance away at least. The webbing couldn’t stop Fury, but in the wrong circumstances it could hold him up and make him vulnerable. A casual observer with some strangely innate knowledge of Fury may be wondering why he wasn’t following his usual brute force methods, and the truth was he was feeling a little foolish after his enraged attack on someone he thought was Skallagrim. The soldier deep inside him resented his poor actions, made him realise that sort of shit wasn’t going to cut it when he fought the real Skallagrim, so he was determined to take down this opponent properly. It was this that presented him from just blasting him through the earth with energy, or draining his energy with a paralysing choke. However, his opponent could certainly anger the Fireen if he wasn’t so ignorant of his personal history, for now though it was going to be tactical and brutal in a powerful mix of Cold Fury.
The Fireen continued to circle, watching carefully for any sign that his foe had anything in store for him, prepared to counter and if necessary, kill.
His arm back into a guard position long before his foe could get close to him; he simply took two smooth steps back away from him while also to the right to avoid any attack he tried to launch, then began strafing around him counter-clockwise and maintaining a cool distance. Fury wanted to box, at least for a little while, and he wasn’t feeling like getting in close and finishing his seemingly easy opponent. Four feet separated them unless his opponent was able to burst forward over the incredibly short distance with enough speed to surprise the Fireen.
He used his battlefield senses and a short life of experience to feel his way across the battlefield. The footing was treacherous at best, though the precipice on either side of their particular island of rock was a goodly distance away at least. The webbing couldn’t stop Fury, but in the wrong circumstances it could hold him up and make him vulnerable. A casual observer with some strangely innate knowledge of Fury may be wondering why he wasn’t following his usual brute force methods, and the truth was he was feeling a little foolish after his enraged attack on someone he thought was Skallagrim. The soldier deep inside him resented his poor actions, made him realise that sort of shit wasn’t going to cut it when he fought the real Skallagrim, so he was determined to take down this opponent properly. It was this that presented him from just blasting him through the earth with energy, or draining his energy with a paralysing choke. However, his opponent could certainly anger the Fireen if he wasn’t so ignorant of his personal history, for now though it was going to be tactical and brutal in a powerful mix of Cold Fury.
The Fireen continued to circle, watching carefully for any sign that his foe had anything in store for him, prepared to counter and if necessary, kill.
Fury’s people obviously didn’t have headphones, so he didn’t really understand his opponent’s apparent lack of visual acuity. Still, if the bearded man was deaf as a bat, it was no skin off his shoulder.
He noted his opponent’s apparent lack of training in regards to his footing, though his subterfuge was a little weak all things considered, because he had literally just pointed out Fury’s obvious degree of training as if he knew what he was talking about. He was also clearly fairly old, and with his attitude towards fighting Fury was fully aware there was no chance he’d have lasted this long with such sloppy footwork.
Unless he was just stupid and relied on power far more than skill, in which case his fate was sealed.
Of course, Fury was calculating all this quickly because the bearded fellow was talking just three feet away from him. Even as he was about to finish his sentence Fury launched a powerful and quick jab with his right hand to test the guard, aimed for his foe’s jaw, while it was open mid-word, he stepped into the attack on the dominant side. Despite the forcefulness of his attack, it was clear the attack was testing at best, with little threat of overextending for the Fireen. However, should it land the follow up upper-cut to the stomach with his left hand would be with every ounce of force he could muster, and Fury fully expected to lift the older gentleman off his feet and skyward.
He noted his opponent’s apparent lack of training in regards to his footing, though his subterfuge was a little weak all things considered, because he had literally just pointed out Fury’s obvious degree of training as if he knew what he was talking about. He was also clearly fairly old, and with his attitude towards fighting Fury was fully aware there was no chance he’d have lasted this long with such sloppy footwork.
Unless he was just stupid and relied on power far more than skill, in which case his fate was sealed.
Of course, Fury was calculating all this quickly because the bearded fellow was talking just three feet away from him. Even as he was about to finish his sentence Fury launched a powerful and quick jab with his right hand to test the guard, aimed for his foe’s jaw, while it was open mid-word, he stepped into the attack on the dominant side. Despite the forcefulness of his attack, it was clear the attack was testing at best, with little threat of overextending for the Fireen. However, should it land the follow up upper-cut to the stomach with his left hand would be with every ounce of force he could muster, and Fury fully expected to lift the older gentleman off his feet and skyward.
Well, everyone's in their own conflicts now so I guess I declare open season on posting.
Never really been a fan of theme songs for characters, though Fury's was listed as Hellbent by Groove Addicts when I took a gander at the CS in my documents.
Never underestimate me
The older combatant was about to learn what the true purpose of Fury’s ‘slow’ walk really was, bait. Coupled with those energy sensing abilities, Fury had the upper hand this time.
With extensive training in a form of martial-arts that could only be considered hybrid, but essentially resembled a nasty mix of Judo, kick-boxing and Tae kwon do for brutal efficiency, the Fireen was oddly prepared to be struck at from behind. In the act of stepping forward on his left foot, he raised up onto his toes and raised his right-leg behind him, viciously bending at the knee and launching it backward past the flying fist, incidentally directly at his opponent’s own incoming face. Due to his leg having significantly longer reach than the fist thrown, it was unlikely the attack would ever have time to reach him, depending on if his foe was strong enough to maintain his blow after the unexpected kick to the face.
To keep him destabilised, Fury also followed up with a spinning kick that brought him to face his opponent, by jumping back down onto his dominant right and swinging his left towards the lower torso, there was no conceivable way in his mind for his opponent to remain pressuring him until he was settled into a better fighting stance, fists in guard and right leg back. Fury was relying somewhat on him no longer being airborne after the back-kick stopped dead his momentum (because one had to remember, Fury was more than strong enough to hold back the older gentlemen’s relatively insignificant weight.) However, ultimately it was just a move to put him into a favourable position, and he wasn’t too bothered if the second kick landed or not.
“You should have let it go.” He spat, his eyes burning with the fire of war.
The older combatant was about to learn what the true purpose of Fury’s ‘slow’ walk really was, bait. Coupled with those energy sensing abilities, Fury had the upper hand this time.
With extensive training in a form of martial-arts that could only be considered hybrid, but essentially resembled a nasty mix of Judo, kick-boxing and Tae kwon do for brutal efficiency, the Fireen was oddly prepared to be struck at from behind. In the act of stepping forward on his left foot, he raised up onto his toes and raised his right-leg behind him, viciously bending at the knee and launching it backward past the flying fist, incidentally directly at his opponent’s own incoming face. Due to his leg having significantly longer reach than the fist thrown, it was unlikely the attack would ever have time to reach him, depending on if his foe was strong enough to maintain his blow after the unexpected kick to the face.
To keep him destabilised, Fury also followed up with a spinning kick that brought him to face his opponent, by jumping back down onto his dominant right and swinging his left towards the lower torso, there was no conceivable way in his mind for his opponent to remain pressuring him until he was settled into a better fighting stance, fists in guard and right leg back. Fury was relying somewhat on him no longer being airborne after the back-kick stopped dead his momentum (because one had to remember, Fury was more than strong enough to hold back the older gentlemen’s relatively insignificant weight.) However, ultimately it was just a move to put him into a favourable position, and he wasn’t too bothered if the second kick landed or not.
“You should have let it go.” He spat, his eyes burning with the fire of war.
“Fuck you old man.” Fury snorted, turning his back on the elderly combatant who threatened to beat him into a bloody pulp. He would have to do a lot better than that to get Fury to fight him, when he had absolutely no reason to what-so-ever. Fury began to stride away, using his advanced abilities to find out if Khazna was anywhere nearby so he could tell him they had come all this way for practically nothing.
His eyes were drawn to a small quantity of residual energy hiding in the rocky outcropping some distance away. The Fireen was enough of a soldier to know what Khazna was likely doing, surveying the situation from the high ground, so he began to move through webbing towards him. He considered jumping into the air again, but flying was energy consuming and he had perfectly good legs, so he contented himself with walking over to Khazna.
His eyes were drawn to a small quantity of residual energy hiding in the rocky outcropping some distance away. The Fireen was enough of a soldier to know what Khazna was likely doing, surveying the situation from the high ground, so he began to move through webbing towards him. He considered jumping into the air again, but flying was energy consuming and he had perfectly good legs, so he contented himself with walking over to Khazna.
Not that much of a hurry.
Khan, you plan to do anything more than watch or can I skip you this round?
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