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But i wrote that Vos's right foot was lifted low and ready to stop his forwards advance when the need arises?

Plus, he were accelerating from a completely inert stance, thus, gaining little speed and having the opportunity to actualy absorb the momentum accumulated fast enough.
His first attack failed and second ended prematurely, and Vos clearly understood that this was due to the distance remaining between them. It looked like his opponent understood this from the very start, trying to make him back off with a swing, and now seemed to carry on with this task by jamming a kick into his gut. The attack was more or less expected: if the biker had no tricks up his sleeve, then, with both arms holding the bat and his torso, together with the right leg absorbing its momentum, only one limb was left to attack with. However, Vos had just stepped forwards to slash at Sev's arm, and couldn't dodge the kick in time.

Instead, he would attack. Turing his right foot sideways and slightly bending his knees, the mage assumed a stable low stance to keep his feet on the ground when he met the kick. But no, he weren't going to meet the kick with his stomach, not at all. His left hand, which until this moment were resting at waist level, sprung into action, while Vos's nimble fingers whipped the dagger's tip to point at Sev's heel. Thick, sturdy and un the grip of an extremely strong man, it would punch through both armor and bone, guaranteeing him quite the unpleasant experience. While this strike would hopefuly hold his leg in place, Vos would attack with his sword, which, although prepared for a stab, would perfectly serve as a tool for a downwards, left-to-right slash. Having spent quite the lot of time inspecting and just swinging around his weapons, he knew where exactly was Danwarge's center of percussion - the spot where the oscillations were minimal, which conserved a grand of kinetic energy when cutting through tough material, such as hard armor. Now, he would aim to with it just beneath Sev's kneecap, tearing the tendon there and crushing the joint it covered with his blade's tip.

Of course, the biker's armor could win, effectively resisting Danwarge's brute intursion - but Vos still had another way of damaging the leg: sending a shockwave into the knee's side could be enough to dislocate it, given that the blade would be pressing against it. Double the chances if the endavor with his dagger worked.
Kiril dropped, slamming his fists into the ground, and proceeded to do pushups. Muscles bulged under his pale skin, blood pumped through his pulsing veins and sweat glistened in the dim sunlight as the team's new heavy exercised. Today was a big day: finaly, Paracom had accepted him to service, finaly giving an opportunity to fight in the avangarde of mankind's forces. He had been nothing at first, a civie wimp - and now he was eve more than a soldier. A cold-blooded warrior with nerves of steel, Kiril fought like ten men and recovered faster than a lizard grew its tail back; never letting emotions get ahead of him, the russian had one goal, and every step he took towards it would be filled with the perfection of a spotless mind.

His new team, on the other hand, would be overwhelmed by greif and anger. Kiril had been taught of Lazar Golubik's death, and Paracom feared that such a gruesome experience would take its toll on their condition, making them subject to irrational behavior and dire mistakes. While most had faith in them, a failsave had to be provided. This is where Kiril would come to play: even other recruits could be shocked and affected by this in some manner, but he wuld remain unmoved; calm and collected. He would be their "bodyguard", keeping the situation under control no matter what.

But there was another small detail that kept bugging him; something the impeccably calm soldier was worried about. Aside from protecting Paracom's field operatives, Kiril had also been asked of a certain favor: if they meet Lazar's killer, shoot him before the team gets their hand on him. They could want him to suffer, but his superiors were against any risk, demanding immediate elemination.

Could he really go against his team?
HOW SOON GUNS START BLAZE-E-E!?
Come on, show me your moves!
Adding some contrast between the foreground and background might help. A diffrent perspective could help as well. Holmes made a good post about diffrent planes in a drawing and the effects of the atmosphere on distant objects, you can find it somewhere here.

Here it is.
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keep the psosteeng order

EDIT: since blueleer looks like he's out, your turn is after mine. You can look up the full list on the first page.
Looks like that. At least, let it be whilel we are fighting in pairs. Once it becomes a 1v1v1, posting order should be returned, IMHO.
Well, actualy, the force exerted by muscle is a property of the muscle itself, and in no way of the nerves.
I might be interested. Tried to make a similar RP before, but it failed, so i'll gladly join this one.
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