02-06-2017, 08:07 PM
As the frighteningly telekinetic man took their place, Ratione unsheathed his weapon. A slick, quiet sound as the solid steel blade slid against the soft leather on the inside of the scabbard. Gripping the base of the crossguard tightly with his right hand, left loose on the pommel, he rested the weight of the sword on his right shoulder which pulled back and away from Tearen. Torso facing at an angle and toes pointed at his target, the Novan’s helm dipped as he watched the other prime’s shoulders.
Bring it, saecu.
Tearen accepted, bringing his empty hand and rearmost foot around. Momentum took over and the head of the halberd flew in a wide arc out to the right as the legendary prime spun about on the ball of his foot, leveraging the spiked pommel to best assist the motion.
Ratione stepped in reverse on the first pass of the polearm, waiting for the second his enemy’s back was to him. Stepping forward as he rotated his shoulders and extending his arms, the sword whipped out with ferocious energy. Flexing against the weight the old man kept it as tight to his body as possible, the tip of the blade scrapping against the halberd coming back around and parrying it out of the way. As both weapons swung to the side, Ratione’s right hand let go and brought his next foot forward to close the distance between him and Tearen, open palm reaching for his face as it came out of the twirl.
The second the opponent saw this, they whipped their hips out and arched their back to dodge, balancing on only ten toes. While the soldier’s hand missed, his elbow and body did not. With the halberd and sword out to the side, the mass of power armor slammed into the smaller human body. Instantly Ratione planted his feet behind him, letting go of his weapon completely. Twenty pounds of condensed steel flew off into the stands to sink itself deep into the thin stainless steel of the bleachers. The Furtumin wrapped both arms around Tearen’s thighs before putting all the suit’s and his own strength into lifting the prime above his head.
Bring it, saecu.
Tearen accepted, bringing his empty hand and rearmost foot around. Momentum took over and the head of the halberd flew in a wide arc out to the right as the legendary prime spun about on the ball of his foot, leveraging the spiked pommel to best assist the motion.
Ratione stepped in reverse on the first pass of the polearm, waiting for the second his enemy’s back was to him. Stepping forward as he rotated his shoulders and extending his arms, the sword whipped out with ferocious energy. Flexing against the weight the old man kept it as tight to his body as possible, the tip of the blade scrapping against the halberd coming back around and parrying it out of the way. As both weapons swung to the side, Ratione’s right hand let go and brought his next foot forward to close the distance between him and Tearen, open palm reaching for his face as it came out of the twirl.
The second the opponent saw this, they whipped their hips out and arched their back to dodge, balancing on only ten toes. While the soldier’s hand missed, his elbow and body did not. With the halberd and sword out to the side, the mass of power armor slammed into the smaller human body. Instantly Ratione planted his feet behind him, letting go of his weapon completely. Twenty pounds of condensed steel flew off into the stands to sink itself deep into the thin stainless steel of the bleachers. The Furtumin wrapped both arms around Tearen’s thighs before putting all the suit’s and his own strength into lifting the prime above his head.
"Our fear is our weapon."