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|The 381st Hunter Exam [Flashback] [Part 1]|
|Topic Started: Apr 29 2012, 08:59 PM (561 Views)|
|הּAsylum||Jun 17 2012, 04:20 PM Post #21|
Prone to Madness
The group ran for some time through the battlefield, not even looking back as they continued onwards, passing several other fighting examinees in their retreat. Eventually, weariness began to overtake them and Winchester in front of the group slowed his pace until stopping then turned as most of them, Xandra and Bartholomew included, fell to their knees desperately struggling to catch their breath.
“We lost about half our numbers, it seems,” Winchester said as he leaned down to balance his upper body weight on his cane with both hands, assessing the group and situation with a long, thoughtful stare. “It appears that they didn’t bother attempting to chase after us,” he said as he glanced behind the group and searched the battlefield for the figures of their attackers, unfortunately not being able to track them down. A number of those in the group lowered their heads and sighed deeply in relief.
“Now’s not the time to relax, though,” he continued firmly, perking everyone’s’ attention, “that group is very powerful and is still out there attacking those on opposite sides. If they’re left alone, as strong as they are, there’s a good chance that Green will end up winning this test.” The group all fell silent at these words and proceeded to listen intently to his words. “It might be risky, but if no one tries to take them out, then they’re free to do as they please. We have to hit them back.”
“What are you, insane?” Loki asked in response as he brought himself to his feet and rubbed a bruise on his cheek with a black powder retrieved from his bag. “Like hell I’d go back to fight those monsters after that.”
“They are strong,” Winchester replied calmly, “but they had the element of surprise before. With time to come up with and prepare a decent plan, we could turn the tides.”
“Bullshit,” Loki responded, turning his head to spit as he cursed, “we’re still a big group, so I doubt that they would just give up on us like that, and either way, there’s no reason to go up against them again. You can go march to your deaths if you’d like, but I’m playing it safe. If I fail, I fail.” Without another word, Loki quickly turned and began to walk away in the opposite direction of the nearest mob of fighters with a languid pace.
Winchester’s face did not distort from irritation as Loki did this, instead he nodded understandingly. “Fair enough,” he said before turning to five others that remained. They all seemed to look at one another hesitantly before looking back at him with serious glares.
“If defeating them is the only way to succeed,” Xandra replied in a soft tone, “then I’ll try to help do whatever is needed. This isn’t a fight we can run from.” Most of the others around her nodded in agreement and Winchester looked back at them with a grin.
“Then, I have a simple proposal that might be the best way to go about this,” he replied as they all fell silent to listen to what he had to say. “We must go around staying low and inconspicuous to avoid drawing attention to ourselves until we scout out a large, non-green group- preferably a red one. We will then stay low while herding others towards that group both for them to defeat and to add to their numbers. When that group becomes powerful enough, there’s a good chance that those Green Devils or some other powerful group will have no choice but to confront them. Both groups will likely be injured by this conflict, at which point we will have the perfect opportunity to swoop in and take them by surprise. Even if that particular group is not the one to attack the mob, then it will still be a good way to weaken enemy numbers so long as we keep our fellow yellows out of the way.”
“Sounds good to me,” Bartholomew replied as he cracked his knuckles impatiently. Xandra, the short man in shades, the bandana-wearing man, and the clawed man all voiced their agreements shortly after.
Winchester smirked, tightening his grip on his cane as he rotated it in his hands. “Let’s get started, then.”
|Tenken||Jun 17 2012, 05:23 PM Post #22|
It didn't take long for Orion and Clay to come across more threats to their consciousness -and lives really- as they had both turned to head back towards an area Orion recognised as populated almost exclusively by Yellow-Tags than the other colours. Time was easily more than half over, Orion estimated there was roughly seven to nine minutes left -10 actually but he wasn't aware of that- since the amount of action had slowed down to several stalemates as all of the sides were gathering their people in, in order to make one last melee.
As a result of this Orion and Clay had a large part of the field to themselves, the entire place seemed magnified in size due to the conflict happening thereon, especially since they were being so stealthy about their movements. It would hardly do to get picked off by a sniper from one of the other teams -or even their own if their tag was not visible- since there were no doubt some men and women who specialised in longer-ranged attacks, and in this kind of setting simply sitting back in the middle of your own group and bombarding others was a fairly solid way to win or at least get an advantage.
As they moved from one small pile of unconscious greens -who had been piled up on top of each other like a pile of dead, to signify someone's conquests- Orion felt rather than heard the creak of a nearby boot and it was only a quick dodgeroll that saved his head from being slammed into by a very very large plank with what appeared to be a dozen rusty nails driven through it. Clay was less lucky; he wasn't knocked out but he was winged by it, the nails tearing through his upper-left arm and staggering him backwards, bleeding quite a bit.
"Well now!" a huge man said as he walked around the pile heavily, the ground almost creaking as he walked and the large red tag on his thick leather jacket shining as though covered with blood -which Orion realised it actually was- "I caught myself a pair of little rabbits! And I'm sooooo hungry right now a pair of little rabbits wont tide me over for a meal!"
He grinned, his teeth stained with blood from enemies he had presumably eaten or the like, and as he chuckled Orion wrinkled his nose as the man's breath smelt like blood and death as well.
"How incredibly uncouth," Orion said with a grimace as he got his feet and drew his weapon, "To not only break the spirit of this event by killing the other participants instead of rendering them unconscious but to eat someone? That is an unforgiveable crime I am afraid, and it's unlucky for you that my ability is currently unavailable as I'm going to have to just kill you now instead of render justice."
His small speech received the response he expected: laughter. The brutish man threw his head back and began to laugh, the opportunity that Orion knew would be given to him. The pair of knives he had concealed in his coat came out quickly and easily, spinning slightly in his fingers as he stepped forward, both making opposing slashes across the man's torso, making a pair of parallel lines running upwards and to the left. As the blood flashed into life the man's laugh turned into a roar and he flinched back, giving more than enough time for Orion to press forwards with his attack. Psychology was easy to overlook but so many foes fell easily when they overlooked it, and when the large man was finally dead at his feet Orion actually spat on the body with a glare then looked back to Clay, his knives dripping blood slowly from each hand.
"You ok to continue on?" he said in a flat voice, "We need to get you to safety as soon as possible."
"Y-y-yeah," the man said with a nod, holding his arm tightly, "Let's g-g-go."
|הּAsylum||Jun 17 2012, 10:06 PM Post #23|
Prone to Madness
It didn’t take long for them to come across a somewhat large group of reds that had mobbed together for protection. Under Winchester’s supervision, they had begun to hunt down smaller groups and individuals then ambush them to force them to run away in the direction of said mob- gaining their attention to be either steamrolled by their superior numbers or join them. Then, they would all split up and move away to avoid drawing attention to themselves and repeat the process. After quickly repeating this several times over the course of two to three minutes, the mob had swelled to about fifteen men strong and adding to it no longer became necessary as they gained the confidence to begin charging from group to group like on a warpath, leaving a devastated trail of injured men in their wake and growing stronger with every passing moment. Despite Xandra’s group’s attempts to warn their allies, a number of yellows were also caught up in the destruction as the mob became increasingly violent- becoming more like a angry riot than a group attempting to pass a test in the Hunter Exam.
The numerous roars that resounded from many of their throats as they charged mercilessly to attack random men in their path all at once filled Xandra’s ears and she lowered her stance defensively in thought. How could anyone defeat this? she asked herself as a group of six armed and strong looking yellows and three brutish greens charged the mob simultaneously from opposite sides with what appeared to be quite superb battle stances- only to be piled and torn apart then left behind as an unconscious heap on the ground within mere seconds by the enemy’s superior numbers. Only one of the greens managed to turn back as all of the others fell and then began to run like hell, with the mob quickly howling ferociously as they took off in pursuit.
Then, almost unexpectedly, a reddish sphere was flung towards the back of the group and they all were knocked to the ground as it exploded violently right next to them. The men all stood and turned confusedly until seeing four men with bright green tags approaching them slowly from the direction the sphere had come from. They screamed out in anger as they began to chase towards them- like a stampede with their massive numbers.
As they approached, the teen in the blue bobble hat laughed, stepping forward and raising his weapon to open fire on them with his paintball gun. A few men were blown off their feet and the others quickly swerved to avoid being struck even as the boxer dashed towards them. Five of the reds- armed with club-like weapons- saw this and immediately turned to attack him all at once. As they came at him, the boxer pivoted around while maneuvering his body and rapidly throwing his fists with blinding speed. In the blink of an eye, all five were suddenly blown off their feet and sent flying straight back into their comrades directly behind them.
Then, before the men could process what had happened, the boxer had dived towards them again and began to dance through the crowd as they spread out in confusion, felling man after man with his powerful punches as did so. A couple meters from him, the leader had also walked towards the mob and began to punch and kick at any red within range though he moved more lazily than the light-footed boxer as he did so. A few of the reds attempted to run off to the sides to escape in panic, with around half of those fleeing being struck back to the ground by the teen’s paintball gun. One particularly tough looking man wielding a spiked flail managed to be thrown backwards by the leader then roll to his feet and rush to attack him with a finishing blow from behind- only for the massive brute in the gas mask to step forward and swing a stream of concentrated fire at him, slicing him in half from the right shoulder to the left hip when he was just half a step away from hitting his target.
Xandra watched the absurdly one sided fight from afar and saw the remaining men who had been struck to the ground by the leader or the boxer attempting to stand and fight back while spreading out further and further to avoid confusion, then stood as she heard Winchester’s voice. “This is it,” he said firmly and she nodded as she stood then broke into a run alongside the rest of their allies. “Time to win.”
It hadn’t even taken ten seconds for them to near the conflict and then split up to attack the familiar enemies closest to them. Xandra had charged towards the boxer with her fist raised from his blind spot as he battered a large red-tagged man attempting to tackle him. Then, the boxer’s head turned to reveal a smile- and the next thing she felt was a powerful hit to her gut and then saw the ground grow smaller as she was blown directly upwards a good meter from the force his punch. The boxer looked up as if to finish her as she came down, then averted his attention to the approaching Bartholomew; countering his attempt to stab him with three rapid punches that should have sent him flying backwards. Instead, however, Bartholomew widened his stance in order to prevent that and then swung his other hand to pummel the boxer in the face with a well timed and quick punch. The boxer saw this and immediately sidestepped with an absurd reaction time that left Bartholomew shocked as his fist only struck the air and he began to step back in to deliver another flurry of punches- only to be struck unaware as Xandra saw this from above and swung her leg to kick him in the side of the head powerfully while still in mid-air.
She and the boxer hit the ground at about the same time, and she and Bartholomew quickly charged forward to take him out before he could stand. The boxer saw this and recovered in an instant, jumping back to avoid being struck just before ducking as two red-tags came at him from behind. He came up with his fists raised to blow them off the ground by striking them each square in the chin then began to maneuver his feet and torso quickly in order to avoid Xandra and Bartholomew’s flurry of attacks with an elegant stance.
|Tenken||Jun 18 2012, 06:46 PM Post #24|
Clay was bleeding heavily from his wound as he and Orion limped their way across the field, avoiding attention wherever they could from anyone who saw them, regardless of the colour of their tags. Orion wasn't sure why he was helping this other guy, this clearly weaker guy with lesser convictions, but for some reason he felt it was the right thing to do. Of course he still didn't full trust him, he consciously tensed parts of his body at random intervals to make sure Clay hadn't robbed him or pickpocketed him as they walked, even as he supported the man and had his only non-wounded arm around his shoulders.
"You... don't have to do... this..." Clay winced as they walked, Orion keeping one arm supporting his ally and the other one holding his knife low and ready to strike should it be needed, his head constantly swivelling his head to watch for attacks, "You... can leave me Ori..."
"For one," Orion grunted back, "Don't call me Ori. And secondly, I am gonna be leaving you as soon as I get you to some kind of safety. However..."
However, from what Orion had seen the previously established groups seemed to have been splitting up. Mobs of people from each and every colour were roaming, destroying each other in intense combats that Orion really wasn't in the mood to enter. Sure, he was a skilled fighter and able to handle himself with complete ease, but he wasn't really up to jumping into a big melee. There were too many variables, and since there were no real "bases" of each coloured tags it made it harder to find a spot for his ally.
"However we just need to find a nice clump of people and put you in there," he said as he turned them towards a previous melee where he could see quite a number of unconscious beings, "And wait until all of this is over, can't be more than five minutes now..."
|הּAsylum||Jun 21 2012, 08:00 PM Post #25|
Prone to Madness
The leader of the team of elite greens scowled angrily as he saw a familiar group of yellows rush them in the middle of their beat down on the red mob. His green tag, flashing the number 168, seemed to grow larger on his chest as he breathed out a heavy sigh and he raised his fists to charge towards his comrade, the boxer, who seemed to have been the first attacked by a bald man with a long nose wielding a knife and an unarmed Polynesian woman. He was forced to stop, however, as a short, thin man in a black suit and top hat suddenly jumped in front of him to cut him off.
“Miss me?” Winchester asked, smirking as he raised his cane and stepped forward to thrust it at the man, quickly drawing it back and thrusting it again like a fencing sword at such high speeds that his arm and weapons became a blur within all of the afterimages they left behind.
“…” number 168 was silent in response, his face giving off an emotionless stare as he rapidly and impressively maneuvered his torso to dodge all of Winchester’s rapid cane thrusts, his feet not even moving from their position as he did so. Then, Winchester’s smirk grew wider as he managed to force the man into a bad position and then begin to send a powerful, high speed thrust of his cane towards the center of his face. The man’s expression did not change as his hand came up to grasp onto the end of the shaft to force it to stop just inches from his face, and then threw his head to the side as Winchester clicked a button on the handle and a booming gunshot escaped the weapon’s barrel. The bullet grazed the leader’s long, unkempt brown hair and blew off the tip of the cigarette in his mouth even as he swung up his leg in the same motion as when he had thrown his head to the side to deliver a precise kick with the toes of his boot into the side of Winchester’s neck.
Caught by surprise, Winchester attempted to sidestep in order to reduce the damage and was sent rolling to the ground as number 168 pivoted around and stepped forward with his leg raised in order to bring down his foot and crush his ribcage with a descending kick; simultaneously taking another cigarette and a lighter out of his pockets and bringing them to his mouth as he did so. The yellow saw this and immediately recovered, twisting himself as he stood to avoid the blow and pushed his legs off the ground to soar two meters into the air. He swiped his arm as he rose to swing his cane into the green’s head, striking him.
The leader stepped back; shaking his head to shrug off the pain as he slipped his lighter back into his pocket then raised his hands and made a pair of fists. A meter in front of him, Winchester landed on his feet and began to twirl his cane around in his hand quickly before stopping it and rushing forward to clash once more.
“The hell!!?” the teenager in the bobble hat exclaimed a few moments before as he turned his head while firing his weapon on the panicking red tags to see a group of yellows rush in their direction. He laughed. “Ah, I missed you guys!” he continued as he averted his weapon and fired at the attacking yellows, forcing a few of them to scatter or slow their charge. He faltered when a red-tag he had previously been firing at saw this opportunity and stood to tackle him. The teen sidestepped out of the way, still laughing, as he flipped his paintball gun around in his hand until its barrel pointed directly upwards and then pulled the trigger to fire it directly into the man’s chin from point blank range.
Then, the teen pivoted back towards the nearest approaching yellow, the man in the white bandanna, and fired another shot- which was blocked when the man swung his large iron bat to strike down the paintball pellets just before they struck him and continued forward. The teen did not falter, immediately holding down the trigger to release another dozen pellets in his direction. The man in the bandanna bit his lip and widened his stance, accepting the damage without being blown backwards as he continued to charge- preparing his weapon to take down the shooter with one powerful swing.
The teen’s laughter grew stronger as the man came near him, effortlessly dodging the swing of his bat by ducking down and then pulling the trigger once more to fire another series of shots directly into his torso from near point blank range. The man in the bandanna stumbled back, coughing painfully as the teen stood straight and extended his weapon victoriously in preparation to fire the final shot.
Then, a streak of scarlet flashed across his gun arm and the teen’s laughter immediately became a scream of pain, raising his free hand to grab the blood-spurting wounds that had been scratched onto his arm and shoulder as he turned his head to see the man responsible- a yellow tag with long blonde hair, sharpened white teeth, and claw-like fingernails that had just rushed past him while his attention had been elsewhere.
“SHIT! YOU’LL PAY FOR THAT!” the teen roared as he twisted around and prepared to fire at the clawed man in retaliation, only to feel a sudden pain in his hand as the man in the bandanna came forward to swing his bat into his paintball gun from behind, knocking it out of his hand and destroying it. The teen gave off a look of surprise as he drew his now-empty gun hand back and attempted to step away, only for the attacker to flip his bat around in his hands and then step forward to thrust the base of the handle into his chest. The teen fell back, gasping for air, only to be subsequently knocked out by a well-timed kick to the head from the clawed man.
They stood there victoriously for a moment before the sound of heavy footsteps filled their ears and a dark shadow cast itself over the man in the white bandanna. He turned to see a massive, bulky brute in protective black clothing and a gasmask standing above him. He yelled as he raised his bat and jumped forward to strike the massive man’s chest with it- leaping upwards and to the side to avoid a series of swings from the brute’s flame sword until coming to a sudden halt when it raised its massive, steel toed boot to kick him in the torso as he was jumping to avoid being sliced in two- making him spit out chunks of blood and vomit as he was launched helplessly backwards.
The brute returned its foot to the ground and the nozzle on the hose beneath its right arm clicked before spitting out a powerful flamethrower that it whipped back and forth for several moments as the people in reach struggled to escape.
|Tenken||Jun 26 2012, 12:40 AM Post #26|
[[OOC: A thought occurs - would you rather we split this up into groups of 2/3 rounds per topic rather than 1 round per topic? Larger rewards and it means the wait time between each would be shorter.]]
The fact Clay passed out finally as Orion turned a corner and found a small little nest between several other unconscious yellows was almost like a physical punch in the teen's stomach, as though he had been hit very hard very fast and more than a few times. He had spent most of the time this Event had been alotted helping this guy, this random guy who had simply come up to him and complimented him, and he kicked himself both figuratively in his mind and literally -he kicked his other foot, it's not that hard to do don't be a tool- before laying the other teenager down in the pile. With a final look that said he was actually really angry at the man, Orion decided he had a new plan.
Stepping out from behind the group of unconscious yellows he finally straightened himself to his full height, and drew a long pair of knives from either hip, twirling them lazily as he did so. He had spent years training to be a Hunter, years he had committed to because his goal was to help the world and to know as much about everything as he ever could. But here he was wasting his time and not learning anything about anyone but himself by helping some random person whom he knew nothing about. Almost he turned around and stabbed the unconscious Clay in the face, the urge was so strong he actually trembled for a long moment before Orion got himself under control and managed to calm down, walking out across the field and immediately feeling several pairs of eyes on him.
He had yet to come into the open in this Event really, sure he had spent time skulking around the edges and fighting the occasional foe but most of it had been about stealth. But he knew that when it came down to it he had to do this the proper way, he had to step in and step up and say "here I am everybody and I am a force to be reckoned with" as it seemed many of his fellows had. And by many, he internally monologued, he meant most if not all, as nearly everyone left conscious was engaged in some sort of hand-to-hand combat with others, if not a ranged style. Orion was now here to help, to finally fight alongside his fellow yellows, something that made him feel almost happy until he realised how stupid it was.
And that nearly got him knocked out.
It was only a very small thing slamming into his left hip that made him avoid the fired rock he had not seen, a rock that had come from behind and was easily the size of his head. As Orion struggled to his feet he realised the small girl he had seen before at the start of the event had tackled him, her large eyes and bright smile shining as she stood up and brushed herself down. Nodding to him silently she raced off, and Orion chuckled to himself and followed after her, knives held ready, still, waiting to find whatever foes the girl was after. And indeed she was after people, a few men and women came into view all with red tags sitting on their chests and with a wordless battle cry the girl struck, leaping into the melee with a fury.
"It's a wonder she hasn't been knocked out yet," Orion thought as he waded into them in her wake, his knives flashing out again and again, not aiming to kill but to wound and maim. This was a dog-eat-dog time and he was one of the larger, if not in the largest group. After many of his foes were bleeding he planted the pair of his knives firmly into the chest of one of them -a man whom he had no qualms about killing as he had been preparing to bash the little girl's skull in with a very large mallet- and then began finishing the job with his elbows and fists. When they were all down, the girl without a scratch on her and breathing fine and Orion slightly out of breath, he drew his daggers and watched as she raced off again.
"Guess I'm helping her." he thought as he loped after her, not sure how much time was left but more than ready to spend however long it took with this girl eliminating his competition.
Edited by Tenken, Jun 26 2012, 12:41 AM.
|הּAsylum||Jul 7 2012, 02:55 PM Post #27|
Prone to Madness
Xandra groaned inwardly as a punch from the boxer barely brushed her, but still had enough force to make her to stumble back from the displaced air pressure even then. Even as she stumbled, Bartholomew stepped forward in attempt to tackle him, but the boxer merely pivoted to avoid it on a whim and then delivered a powerful punch square in his back to blow him to the ground. Then, the boxer turned and leapt towards the still-off balance Xandra with his fists raised, striking her down as she attempted to stand and forcing her to roll backwards to avoid being crushed by a dozen blindingly fast blows of his boxing gloves.
Xandra rolled to her feet and took on a defensive stance even as she swept her leg forward in attempt to trip him up before he could approach, but the boxer effortlessly leapt upwards to avoid it then landed to immediately proceed with his rapid assault. The woman gritted her teeth out of pain as she felt a heavy fist strike her in the side and then another in the thigh, making her fall to one knee even as others in her group noticed her struggle and rushed to her aid. The first to reach the boxer was the short man in shades, who swung his katana in a wide arc from behind him in attempt to cut him down- only for the boxer to notice out of the corner of his eye and duck down to avoid it even as Xandra forced herself up and an adrenaline-fueled Bartholomew rejoined the fray.
No way… Xandra told herself, despairing as the boxer spun around while throwing punches- blowing all three of them off their feet in the blink of an eye. Why won’t he slow down? This was definitely one of the strongest enemies she’d ever fought- even with a numerical advantage they could barely keep up with him as his movements were fast and confusing , his arms were long, and his punches were as heavy as a giant’s. A dynamo. They’d been fighting for not even a minute and the overwhelming difference in ability between him and them was already extremely clear. True, they had fought a few minutes before, but she had attributed their easy defeat to the fact that the greens had the element of surprise. Even without it this time, however, she still found herself being overwhelmed.
She hit the ground with a thud and attempted to stand as the boxer turned and stepped forward to finish her. Xandra almost closed her eyes to take it, admitting defeat, when a realization suddenly popped into her head. Roaring inwardly to muster her willpower, the Hiwan woman used her arms to push herself off the ground directly towards the approaching boxer- pivoting to avoid his first punch while accepting a second to the shoulder as she ducked low and thrust a half-fist at his torso with the joints of her fingers extending forward in attempt to strike a vital organ or blood vessel with increased precision.
The boxer grimaced at the attack and attempted to step back to recover, only for her to wrap her leg around his to pin him in place and then stepped closer to grapple his entire body- practically hugging him before he had the chance to free his leg. He might a monster at close combat, but if I get close enough that he doesn’t have enough space to throw a punch then the damage he can do to me should be minimized. Unable to step back because of Xandra’s grapple, the enemy struggled to free himself- his long arms now hindering him by preventing him from being able to get a good blow in from such an extremely close distance. Xandra, on the other hand, managed to position her arm so that it was directly beneath his head and then brought it upwards to strike him powerfully in the chin with her empty palm.
She too, could only muster so much force from such a distance but at least had good aim and caught him in a bad position as he struggled to force his way out of her grapple. It sent his head reeling backwards slightly and gave her the chance to reposition her arms and strengthen her hold on his body even as she threw one leg backwards and planted it firmly on the ground. Then, she shifted center of balance and lifted the boxer off the ground using that leg as an anchor in attempt to come back down again to slam him into the ground with lethal force.
The boxer seemed to groan silently at the pain as his back struck the soil but immediately recovered as he saw this opportunity, bringing up his leg an instant after he hit to knee her in the arm and make her loosen her grip. This allowed him to free his arm and use it to propel himself half a meter away from Xandra then instantly throw a punch at her head the moment he had the opportunity to blow her away.
Xandra hit the ground and rolled for a bit until coming to a stop, dazed as she felt the taste of blood touch her tongue and then turned her head to spit it out. Meanwhile, immediately after he had hit her away, the boxer was rushed by Bartholomew and the short man. He attempted to avoid being cut by their blades from a bad position which had resulted from Xandra’s grapple, throw, his attempt to break free and then the punch he had thrown to send her away. This allowed Bartholomew to quickly flip his weapon around and then slam the hilt of his large knife into the boxer’s chest right where the left lung was and made him freeze long enough for the short man, still recovering from a missed swing of his katana, to bring up his foot and kick him in the side of the face.
The boxer reeled backwards as quickly as his light feet would take him and spit out chunks of blood and shattered molars as the two yellows immediately rushed him along with three other yellows that were rushing to join the fray from the opposite direction after seeing the large conflict and the flashy flames from afar. He sighed passively as he saw this before raising his gloves in front of his chin and taking on a stance to meet them.
The new yellows were the first to near him, swinging iron clubs or crowbars at him eagerly which he effortlessly dodged by sidestepping out of the way and then retaliated with a rapid series of punches at the three, strong enough to render them unconscious with just a single blow each and sending them hurtling backwards at Bartholomew and the short man as they approached from a different direction. They both jumped out of the way even as the boxer stepped towards them, the leg muscles visible beneath his knee-length shorts tightening just an instant before he unexpectedly jumped directly upwards a good two and a half meters into the air, performing a mid-air flip and twist over their heads.
Bartholomew and the short man turned around in disbelief as the boxer landed perfectly and without a sound behind them and then quickly attempted to widen their stances to avoid being blown away as he fired a series of powerful punches at their torsos, but still somehow found themselves being lifted off the ground slightly be the sheer force and instant repetition of his fists. Within a moment, the two had collapsed to the ground and laid there as panting, groaning heaps.
The boxer stepped back confidently and raised his right fist to grab onto his left bicep as he twitched his outstretched left forearm up and down beside him as if to relax a strained muscle before turning to see a determined Xandra rushing towards him. He stepped backwards and raised his fists as she neared him, throwing a fist forward towards her head. Xandra attempted to step around the fist even as she continued forward to grapple him again, only to be shocked when she realized that this was no normal punch. As she moved, so did the boxer’s arm- his elbow and shoulder tightening and twisting as his legs moved to step back as she stepped forward so that his fist always remained in front of her head; seeming to follow her as if in slow motion while still seeming to be shooting straight forward at her head as she slid herself to the side in attempt to dodge.
Then, time seemed to snap back to its usual pace and Xandra immediately ceased her attempt to get close and brought up her hands while twisting around to take the undodgeable punch while canceling out as much damage as possible, but still found herself being blown off her feet from the force of the blow.
“That won’t work twice,” the boxer said in a surprisingly warm, gentle tone, referring to her previous success at grappling him before as she managed to land on her feet and stumble backwards a little bit more- sounding more like he was giving advice from one warrior to another rather than scolding her for trying to repeat the same strategy.
The flames a number of meters to their side where a massive brute in black was spraying around its flamethrower madly began to spread through the grass outwards like a small field fire that spread erratically in curving lines. The smoke from the flames blew directly upwards around them and seemed to briefly stain the sky above the small part of the testing grounds where Winchester’s group and the Green Devils were all fighting with an orange hue like the evening sun and making the heat almost unbearable as a result.
Xandra steadied herself, nodding in response, as she prepared herself for another round with the boxer’s heavy fists. There was no doubt that he was a level or two above her, both when it came to skill with martial arts and sheer physical ability. Her mind raced over dozens of possible ways to attack him over the span of a millisecond, but quickly shot down each technique or strategy she could think of as being something he could easily counter with his superior speed. Honestly, she couldn’t think of any way she could possibly win- there was no way she could get past his speed and perception in a fair fight- but her fists tightened before she could let that thought eat away at her courage. Then, an idea popped into her head as she shifted her feet to a wider stance- a stupid idea, yes, but it was the best she could think of. Silently, the woman rushed forward to attack him, her shoulder-length black hair flapping behind her in the wind created by her acceleration.
Xandra and the boxer neared one another, with her being quickly forced on the defensive and pushed backwards as she struggled to avoid and take his rapid punches, not even getting a chance to attack. When she saw an opening, she quickly swung her leg in attempt to kick him in the side with her shin- but found her attack quickly countered when the boxer ducked down to all fours and let the kick quickly pass over his head before throwing a fist at her other leg to knock her down. Then, he stood and raised his fist as if to effortlessly finish her when Bartholomew rammed him from the side. He had dropped his knife and come forward to pummel the boxer with punch after punch in an adrenaline-fueled rampage, getting in a number of good blows and allowing Xandra to stand and begin attacking him as well as her feet began to slip out of her shoes before the boxer managed to regain his pace and promptly counter by sending Bartholomew flying back a couple meters with a single prepared punch and dodging a mid-air kick from Xandra, tapping on her leg to alter her center of gravity so that she began to fall face first into the dirt in front of him.
The boxer prepared to finish her once more as she fell, only to pause and turn as he felt something tap his shoulder and back- instantly throwing out a storm of fists in attempt to utterly destroy whoever was attempting to tackle him this time. However, he stopped upon realizing that all he had succeeded in tearing apart was a pair of loose shoes that had fallen on him from above. Then, by instinct, he quickly turned back to face the person who had just been wearing them as she hit the ground, landing on her arms and pushing off to send both of her feet directly upwards into the man’s chin with immense speed and power. In the blink of an eye, the boxer was rocketed off the ground a number of meters into the air before beginning to descend, twirling helplessly until hitting the ground with an echoing thud.
Xandra collapsed to the ground with a heavy sigh escaping her mouth. It was only thanks to Bartholomew’s distraction that she had managed to kick off her shoes into the air at an angle without the boxer noticing so that they would hit the boxer on their way down so that they could distract him as she set up a powerful blow, and it was only thanks to sheer luck that it had gone down so perfectly. She wasn’t even sure if it had actually succeeded in hurting him enough, but if that didn’t, she couldn’t think of anything that would.
After a very brief moment, the boxer’s arm muscles flexed and he began to force himself to his knees and then to his feet- but his head was heavy and bruised and dizziness overcame his mind so much that he barely noticed as the short man in shades approached him quickly from behind and promptly struck his head with the blunt edge of his blade, rendering him unconscious and making him fall back to the ground.
The short man stood and nodded victoriously at both Bartholomew and Xandra as they picked themselves up, panting before turning to face the nearby area where the flames were thickest and where a towering, obese-looking brute about two and a half meters in height wearing a gas mask stood, spewing flames at those around it. “Shall we?” he said under his breath as he pulled out a cloth to wipe his sword and then began to run forward to the brute alongside both Xandra and Bartholomew, flicking it determinedly as a practice swing as he ran.
Turning back the clock by a number of (granted, extremely eventful) seconds and going a few meters to the side of where Xandra and Bartholomew fought the boxer, where the flames had not yet spread, Winchester smirked as he fought his opponent, the green tagged enemy leader, or examinee #168. The fact that he was enjoying this fight was obvious by the look on his face as he rapidly kicked and flung his cane around like a fencing sword with intense speed, in contrast to his opponent, who had a bored, disinterested look as he just as impressively avoided and blocked the gentleman’s attacks- acting more like he was just trying to enjoy his cigarette rather than trying to win an intense fight.
Winchester quickly thrust his cane forward to bury it in the leader’s ribcage with the speed of a missile, who barely reacted from the pain even as he grabbed the weapon to seal his movements and pivoted around to thrust an elbow into the gentleman’s side.
“You underestimate me,” Winchester chuckled as he released his grip on his cane and sidestepped to dodge the elbow strike even as he straightened himself to hit the leader in the front of the shoulder with a powerful karate chop in the same movement. By all means, the force, precision, and sheer speed of the karate chop should have resulted in broken bones and likely even a howl of pain from even grown men, but the leader showed only a look of irritation on his face as he swung the cane still in his hand so that it slammed into Winchester’s neck and then twisted it so that the curved handle went partially around the back of his neck- pulling to drag the gentleman towards him as he raised his free hand to pummel the gentleman in the stomach in the same motion.
“Sorry about that,” the leader replied simply as he moved his arm to proceed with a finishing blow, “I’ll end it, then.”
Then, Winchester raised his head to reveal a maddening grin on his face. “This is more like it!” he exclaimed as he pivoted his body out of the way of the leader’s attack and out of the grip of the cane before jumping directly upwards on a single foot, his top hat being thrown into the air as he caught the leader’s shoulder with his hand and used that for balance- seeming to hover upside down over his head for a brief instant before beginning to spin around.
The leader raised his fists in attempt to pummel Winchester as he began to descend, but found most of his blows quickly parried by the shorter man’s rapid blows and blocks from his spinning position. Then, Winchester neared the ground and extended one arm downwards to catch himself before he struck it headfirst- instantly stopping his spin and converting the momentum into a powerful kick from his left leg to pummel the leader in the shoulder with enough force to send him flying back a good meter or two.
The leader came to a stop on his feet and looked forward as Winchester twisted his body to immediately return his feet to the ground then kicked at the dropped cane by his feet to send it upwards and catch it in his hand, twirling it as he caught the slowly falling top hat with his other. Then, he returned it to his head and charged forward to continue their battle in earnest.
|Tenken||Jul 20 2012, 07:33 PM Post #28|
Orion was quite annoyed as he followed along behind the small girl of his own coloured team, annoyed because he had been let down by Clay as he had been let down by so many other people. As they finally passed by a group of three people from another colour -all three wearing red tags on their chests- the girl changed course immediately and barreled into them, her fists and feet slamming out quickly and rapidly and dropping two of them with strikes to the abdomen followed by the throat.
Behind her the third man raised a fist to slam into the girl but she spun rapidly and leaped upwards at the spin of her arc, slamming the top of her head hard into the man's chin and slamming his head backwards. As the girl landed she dropped, one hand on the ground and tensing her arm to lift her legs up and spin them around the man's legs, knocking him to the ground and righting herself in one move. As she stood she leaned down and back-handed him as hard as she could, then turned to Orion who had stopped a few feet away and was simply gaping, and the girl smiled at him.
A few moments passed as Orion got his head back on straight and then she turned and ran, heading off across this field of pain and unconsciousness without care where the route took her. Orion followed along of course, oddly he was only slightly slower than her now -maybe she was running slower than before to help him to catch up, maybe to help her out properly in the next conflict, for there would be another he knew- and it took only a few seconds before they reached the next group, or rather the group reached this pair of yellows who had been travelling so easily.
"Watch out!" Orion shouted as four women with green tags leaped up from a small dip in the ground, with large grass cloaks around their bodies as they did so to help camouflage themselves. The girl spun with one foot leaping up, slamming into one of the girls sternums with a hard crunching sound, but two of the other fists lashed out and knocked her down and left Orion alone to face this potentially killer quartet who had harmed a small girl so easily.
Actually, maybe it was a trio now, as the one who had had her sternum so painfully smashed dropped with a groan, holding her chest and alleviating Orion's potential foes by one which was helpful for him. Drawing his knives once more with a flourish Orion dropped to one knee and slashed out, aiming to stab into one of the womens legs but they all jumped backwards with what seemed like perfect synchronisation. Cursing slightly as they did so Orion moved backwards himself and crouched, waiting for their move...
|הּAsylum||Aug 1 2012, 12:15 AM Post #29|
Prone to Madness
The fire that burned the green grass continued to flicker as the three yellow-tags charged forward into them, quickly scattering as the massive brute in flameproof black clothing and a gasmask who spewed twin flamethrowers out of metal hoses attached to its arms turned to focus its attention on them. Xandra hit the ground, rolling out of the way and huffed, bringing up her arm to wipe the sweat formed by the incredible heat off her face and glare forward at the brute in hopes of finding some way to attack it without burned to a crisp by its intense flamethrower. She noticed that the brute’s somewhat thick, protective clothing had a blade wound that went straight through the protective fabric on its chest and recalled that it had been a wound the old man had delivered to it with his pike during their previous confrontation a number of minutes before. If she could focus her attacks on that wounded area, then she could cause the man intense pain- though whether it would be enough to make him collapse she wasn’t certain. In any case though, the brute’s flamethrower was a dangerous weapon and the problem lay with getting past it. If someone could distract him somehow, then perhaps another teammate could sneak close that he wouldn’t be able to use the weapon to its full effectiveness against them, like how the boxer before did not have enough space to throw punches when she was grappling him.
With a quick motion, she turned her head to search for her allies and nodded when she noticed Bartholomew who was attempting to keep his distance from the flamethrowers until he found an opening. He had his knife in hand and she quickly understood that, against such a big opponent, someone with a weapon would be capable of dealing more damage than someone who fought unarmed like herself- plus attacking the brute’s chest head on would be a difficult feat to pull off regardless. With a quick, but silent exchange of signals and nods while the brute’s flamethrowers swept around blindly, Xandra told him that she would provide the distraction to allow him and the short man with shades and a katana who stood next to him to sneak up from a blind spot. Then, without waiting for their response or a possible complaint, she charged forward as quickly as she could manage.
The brute realized this and swept its arms in her direction, forcing her to jump to the side and roll to the ground to avoid coming into contact with the swirling beams of fire that jutted out of the hoses on its arms. In the instant she began to stand and run to avoid being stuck in one place long enough for the flamethrowers to catch up to her, she picked up a fist sized stone she saw through the burning grass and juggled it in her hands as she began to run around. When the brute turned its head to see if her two comrades were still up and fighting, she threw the stone with all her might so that it struck the side of its gas mask quite hardly and irritated it into turning its attention back to her. Then, the process repeated as she was forced to continue running with as much speed as she could muster in order to avoid being struck by the flamethrowers while also avoiding the flames that they spread at an alarming rate and picking up the occasional stone to retaliate with- though they did little damage besides ensuring that its attention was focused on her. Then, the brute seemed to jerk back in shock, an irritated grunt muffled by the gas mask it wore being heard, and it twisted around to see that Bartholomew had stabbed it in the side.
Bartholomew scowled as he wrenched his knife out and then rapidly began to poke the side of the brute’s torso until it reacted by sidestepping towards him to tackle him to the ground and then swung its foot to send him rolling away. Then, without missing a beat, it twisted around again to see the short man, standing at about a third his height, leaping upwards at him with his katana poised to cut him down. With not enough space to strike him with his flamethrower, the brute attempted to step out of the way but its immense size meant that he was still a huge target and the short man’s katana still carved a crescent of blood across his right shoulder and the side of his neck. The brute twisted his position in preparation to strike the short man down with a powerful swing of his large, bulky arm as soon as he landed back on the ground- but instinctively turned his head around when he felt something hitting his back. The brute quickly realized that it had been another harmless rock thrown by Xandra from a distance and immediately turned back around at the more imminent threat of the short man, who quickly flashed his katana to slash him deeply across the gut when he did so.
The brute stumbled back for a moment in response as the short man continued by stepping towards him, only to be forced backwards by a quick swing of the larger man’s arm. That increase in distance was all the brute needed, and he quickly raised his arms to allow the nozzle at the end of the hose on each of his arms to twist and then lock back in place- the flamethrowers that he had ended when Bartholomew had managed to get close enough to stab him quickly reactivating, only this time far more condensed to create two large swords made of pure fire. Though he had sacrificed range by swapping out his flamethrowers, these new weapons were far more deadly as he quickly showed by swinging at the still-approaching short man- who dodged backwards even as the blade continued downwards to slice right through the ground itself as easily as if it were cutting melting butter.
It was then that Xandra realized something- the metallic, engine-like humming from the large metallic pack protruding with six to ten tubes on the brute’s back had stopped when the brute deactivated its flamethrowers and then reactivated when he activated the flame swords. She also realized that most of the tubes connected to the back of the hoses attached to the brute’s forearms and seemed to feed it the flames it spout out. Hailing from a rather primitive island nation and having spent her time since leaving that land in poverty as a sweatshop worker, Xandra wasn’t too familiar with such technologies but now at least realized how the brute’s weapon worked. Before she could announce it herself, Bartholomew beat her to the punch, having also observed this as he forced himself back to his feet.
“Cut through the tubes on his back!” he roared, and the short man nodded as they charged forward together with Xandra quickly following from behind. Their attempts to get close, however, failed spectacularly as the brute swung his flame swords around at them with rapid speed in attempt to slice them apart and they were forced to keep their distance. Then, as Xandra and Bartholomew distracted him, the short man managed to sneak closer through an opening in the brute’s onslaught thanks to his small size and great agility- only to be kicked backwards with a sudden swing of the brute’s metallic boot.
The brute seemed to chuckle darkly, though his voice was muffled by the gas mask he wore, as he used the brief shock of the short man’s failed attempt to force Xandra to leap backwards and make Bartholomew fall on his back to avoid his blades. “Trash,” the brute spoke in a hard to comprehend voice as he prepared to finish the struggling Bartholomew, “if you wanted to defeat me you shouldn’t have announced your strategy out loud. You think I’m stupid, you three insects?”
Bartholomew’s look of panic beneath the flame sword the brute held just a meter above his head soon turned to a confident smirk- and the brute froze in place as he felt something land on his back.
“There’s four of us,” the clawed man said in a cold voice from his crouched position on top of the brute’s backpack and quickly swung his hands around to slice through the tubes with his sharp finger nails in a series of blindingly fast movements. Then, the clawed man leapt backwards, kicking the shifting gears on the brutes backpack device powerfully as he did so before rolling to the ground several meters away. Flames spewed from the slashed tubes and coated the brute even as a clunking sound emerged from the device that generated the flames- forcing him to stumble around painfully and giving the yellows an opportunity to back away from him as far as they could before the device finally gave way and exploded on the brute’s back with a large fireball.
The force of the explosion knocked them all to the ground and when the flash finally cleared they stood up to see their enemy lying still on the ground before them. Xandra and Bartholomew quickly went to check on the bruised short man and almost fell to their knees out of exhaustion as they exchanged victorious nods to one another in between pants and the clawed man disappeared into the smoke of the now-dying flames. After a moment, they had caught their breath and looked around to see a mostly empty area around them- the other examinees having mostly seemed to realize the danger of this conflict and avoided it by the time the brute started rampaging with its flamethrowers. Most of those that were already there were lying on the ground defeated save for one spot a couple meters away where Winchester and the leader of the group of enemy greens continued their duel. “One to go,” Bartholomew said with a weary sigh before they all stood and charged towards the scene.
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