10-08-2016, 08:48 PM
For some reason, Ratione seemed to just know that his warning would not be headed.
As soon as the “human” began sprinting down the hallway with more speed than any human being should have the right to, his right hand instinctively went to draw his hand-and-a-half sword, sliding it out and gripping the pommel with his left palm. The Furtumin was just able to take a stance, left food forward and right foot back with his toes aimed at the target, holding the blade up over his right shoulder in a high and powerful guard.
When the man was on him, they lunged for his stomach in an attempt to grapple the Novan around the waist. Ratione swung down, keeping his hilt close to his torso and using his left hand to leverage the massive object in order to whip it like it was a stick. The cross-guard was the first thing to connect with his opponent, whacking him straight in the shoulder. As this was done, Ratione brought his right foot forward and leaned his upper half back, allowing the momentum of the Japanese man’s body to be redirected to the side. His blade was just barely able to give a good gash on his back and buttocks.
However, the energy that was carried by the pounce was enough to cause the Furtumin to stumbled back a bit. He teetered for a moment trying to keep his balance and lost his grip on the pommel, even as the man had flown past him. He rolled across the ground a few times before getting back on his feet, even knocking a few bystanders off theirs. Ratione god one good look at his eyes, even more fiery and bloodthirsty now that he had presented himself as an obstacle, before they sprinted back down.
This time his enemy kept their head and hands up, balling them into fists. Ratione put his feet back into place, left forward and right back, this time holding the blade at his waist and keeping the tip in front of him.
The first his opponent tried was throwing a weak right jab, swinging his weight in the opposite direction, in a bid to fake out the Novan. This was replied with the arm being nearly sliced off by the blade, and Ratione swinging back his right foot in order to rotate with his assailant and keep his front to him. A right hook came next, slapped upward by the Furtumin’s right elbow as he brought it up. This sacrificed the defense on his lower body, and the Japanese man managed to get a good swing into his gut.
The force the blow carried sent a shock through Ratione’s chest and thigh, surprising the seasoned soldier. Whatever abilities this man had, it meant that he might as well be Sar-khun in power armor swinging a hammer at him. The Furtumin’s next reaction was to knee his opponent in the groin.
“Command, burst!” His jump pack kicked in, and Ratione loosened everything but his knee. Keeping his leg in between his enemy’s legs, he flew up into the low ceiling, letting his upper half fall back as soon as the rocket on his back finished its quick burn. While the man was crushed against the thin stucco panels above, as well as a few ventilation shafts, Ratione only lightly tapped the ceiling. Both bodies came back down, the Novan landing on his feet and promptly stepping a few meters away, waiting to see what the Japanese man would do next.
As soon as the “human” began sprinting down the hallway with more speed than any human being should have the right to, his right hand instinctively went to draw his hand-and-a-half sword, sliding it out and gripping the pommel with his left palm. The Furtumin was just able to take a stance, left food forward and right foot back with his toes aimed at the target, holding the blade up over his right shoulder in a high and powerful guard.
When the man was on him, they lunged for his stomach in an attempt to grapple the Novan around the waist. Ratione swung down, keeping his hilt close to his torso and using his left hand to leverage the massive object in order to whip it like it was a stick. The cross-guard was the first thing to connect with his opponent, whacking him straight in the shoulder. As this was done, Ratione brought his right foot forward and leaned his upper half back, allowing the momentum of the Japanese man’s body to be redirected to the side. His blade was just barely able to give a good gash on his back and buttocks.
However, the energy that was carried by the pounce was enough to cause the Furtumin to stumbled back a bit. He teetered for a moment trying to keep his balance and lost his grip on the pommel, even as the man had flown past him. He rolled across the ground a few times before getting back on his feet, even knocking a few bystanders off theirs. Ratione god one good look at his eyes, even more fiery and bloodthirsty now that he had presented himself as an obstacle, before they sprinted back down.
This time his enemy kept their head and hands up, balling them into fists. Ratione put his feet back into place, left forward and right back, this time holding the blade at his waist and keeping the tip in front of him.
The first his opponent tried was throwing a weak right jab, swinging his weight in the opposite direction, in a bid to fake out the Novan. This was replied with the arm being nearly sliced off by the blade, and Ratione swinging back his right foot in order to rotate with his assailant and keep his front to him. A right hook came next, slapped upward by the Furtumin’s right elbow as he brought it up. This sacrificed the defense on his lower body, and the Japanese man managed to get a good swing into his gut.
The force the blow carried sent a shock through Ratione’s chest and thigh, surprising the seasoned soldier. Whatever abilities this man had, it meant that he might as well be Sar-khun in power armor swinging a hammer at him. The Furtumin’s next reaction was to knee his opponent in the groin.
“Command, burst!” His jump pack kicked in, and Ratione loosened everything but his knee. Keeping his leg in between his enemy’s legs, he flew up into the low ceiling, letting his upper half fall back as soon as the rocket on his back finished its quick burn. While the man was crushed against the thin stucco panels above, as well as a few ventilation shafts, Ratione only lightly tapped the ceiling. Both bodies came back down, the Novan landing on his feet and promptly stepping a few meters away, waiting to see what the Japanese man would do next.
"Our fear is our weapon."