10-27-2015, 08:54 PM
The Courier was about ready to laugh in slight amusement at how easy she seemed to grab up point-blank shots with her Caravan Shotgun, before she hesitated at the thought, pulling the trigger a tad too late than she should've. Another familiar boom cracked through the air as this Kopaka individual immediately picked himself up, slamming his strangely-shaped shield into the Courier's gun, herself in a bit of shock as it flew into the air. This was the moment in which the mechanical being in front of her would have reveled in the look on her face, had it not been for the mask covering it.
As Six revved herself back, she got lost in thought, worried that she didn't know exactly how to handle a shield. She couldn't remember exactly, but if those history books that happened to not be charred served her right in the Mojave, the ancient Romans once used shields, but for some reason, she had never seen a member of the Legionnaire wannabes known as Caesar's Legion fight with one, as much as it would have made sense. Six's thoughts were interrupted as soon as something even colder than steel sliced her gut, forcing her to jerk backwards as far as she could.
Shivering slightly as she clutched the new found cut in her stomach, the Courier realized she was on absolutely no equal footing to her opponent, seeing how he combined two things she found herself extremely unfamiliar with; the cold, and the usage of shields in a fight. Melee opponents were easy enough, just shoot them in the knees and watch 'em beg for mercy as you take a bounty on their head. But considering both of her opponents started off their fights taking bullets to the head and barely flinching, she could only imagine what a shield would do. Not only that, but Six could already feel the ice that previously formed on the edges of her sliced flesh thawing out, herself almost too shaken up to notice.
Had not been for her already fast reaction times, the Courier's head might have been split open at this moment if she didn't swerve away from another swipe of Kopaka's sword coming for her skull, putting her back in the scene, if you will. Jogging backwards, Six could definitely see Kopaka's gentle care in his movements, himself not nearly being as hasty with this fight as she was. Perhaps he knew how conflicted the Courier was at this moment, and she didn't like the thought at all.
The mere idea of being weaker than somebody for once was something the Courier could barely cope with, let alone being almost worried about it. As she unholstered both her Blood-Nap knife from her belt to hold in her left hand and her Lucky revolver in her right, she kept a close eye on the mechanical adversary, almost confused at the feeling she got from being so intimidated by him. The Courier picked up into a heavy jog, trying her best to ignore the already clotting wound in her gut, thinking further about this brand new feeling of intensity that got her blood pumping. Of course she's felt this before, even in her homeland where she was widely considered as the dreaded, but to this extent? Very rarely did something like this happen to her, and she was beginning to enjoy it as such.
The roaring of the crowd behind the both opponents in battle seemed to be deafening to the Courier, half her mind focusing on Kopaka's movement being picked up for another attack, and the other half being lost in wonder. Taking the large Bowie knife in her hand, the wastelander immediately raised it up, faking a defensive stance as the deathly cold warrior in front of her. Kopaka swung his blade at Six's ankles, making a strangely distinctive sound as it missed upon the gunslinger hopping over it. The Courier could only assume this meant it was much more powerful than she originally noted.
Taking the cue, Six jerked herself forward, stabbing down at her opponent, before he immediately raised his shield again. The loud bash rang into Six's ears, but she knew now to keep an actual grip on her weapon this time around, seeing as Kopaka tried to swipe it away once more. Only this time, the knife stuck into the shield, merely moving his opponent's arm just enough to expose her fleshy sides, which he promptly took advantage of.
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As Six revved herself back, she got lost in thought, worried that she didn't know exactly how to handle a shield. She couldn't remember exactly, but if those history books that happened to not be charred served her right in the Mojave, the ancient Romans once used shields, but for some reason, she had never seen a member of the Legionnaire wannabes known as Caesar's Legion fight with one, as much as it would have made sense. Six's thoughts were interrupted as soon as something even colder than steel sliced her gut, forcing her to jerk backwards as far as she could.
Shivering slightly as she clutched the new found cut in her stomach, the Courier realized she was on absolutely no equal footing to her opponent, seeing how he combined two things she found herself extremely unfamiliar with; the cold, and the usage of shields in a fight. Melee opponents were easy enough, just shoot them in the knees and watch 'em beg for mercy as you take a bounty on their head. But considering both of her opponents started off their fights taking bullets to the head and barely flinching, she could only imagine what a shield would do. Not only that, but Six could already feel the ice that previously formed on the edges of her sliced flesh thawing out, herself almost too shaken up to notice.
Had not been for her already fast reaction times, the Courier's head might have been split open at this moment if she didn't swerve away from another swipe of Kopaka's sword coming for her skull, putting her back in the scene, if you will. Jogging backwards, Six could definitely see Kopaka's gentle care in his movements, himself not nearly being as hasty with this fight as she was. Perhaps he knew how conflicted the Courier was at this moment, and she didn't like the thought at all.
The mere idea of being weaker than somebody for once was something the Courier could barely cope with, let alone being almost worried about it. As she unholstered both her Blood-Nap knife from her belt to hold in her left hand and her Lucky revolver in her right, she kept a close eye on the mechanical adversary, almost confused at the feeling she got from being so intimidated by him. The Courier picked up into a heavy jog, trying her best to ignore the already clotting wound in her gut, thinking further about this brand new feeling of intensity that got her blood pumping. Of course she's felt this before, even in her homeland where she was widely considered as the dreaded, but to this extent? Very rarely did something like this happen to her, and she was beginning to enjoy it as such.
The roaring of the crowd behind the both opponents in battle seemed to be deafening to the Courier, half her mind focusing on Kopaka's movement being picked up for another attack, and the other half being lost in wonder. Taking the large Bowie knife in her hand, the wastelander immediately raised it up, faking a defensive stance as the deathly cold warrior in front of her. Kopaka swung his blade at Six's ankles, making a strangely distinctive sound as it missed upon the gunslinger hopping over it. The Courier could only assume this meant it was much more powerful than she originally noted.
Taking the cue, Six jerked herself forward, stabbing down at her opponent, before he immediately raised his shield again. The loud bash rang into Six's ears, but she knew now to keep an actual grip on her weapon this time around, seeing as Kopaka tried to swipe it away once more. Only this time, the knife stuck into the shield, merely moving his opponent's arm just enough to expose her fleshy sides, which he promptly took advantage of.
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