02-11-2017, 11:42 PM
“Command, burst!” Ratione’s jump-pack barked and suddenly his body went limp as the raw-energy pushed him up and away from Tearen the second his leg came out. Momentum allowed the Novan to right himself mid-air, just in time for the halberd blade to fly up without its owner and bite itself right into the tips of his helm’s prongs. The spike punctured his visor halfway through the thick glass, kinetic energy whipping his head and upper body backwards.
The power armor smashed into the bleachers, punching straight through the stainless steel and seats and into the shadowed concrete below. The halberd soared back out of the hole, arcing through the air in a smooth path and back to its owner’s grip as they nonchalantly strode over the crash site.
Shrapnel and seats abruptly flew forward from where Ratione bulled straight through and at Tearen, who swung the shaft around in a circle to deflect in-coming debris. Ratione brought up his blade in a straight thrust, hilt pulled back behind his hips. The second he was one step away from his opponent, he twisted his hips and threw his arms only as far forward so that his grip was kept right up next to his own body.
Tearen, after a cushion sailed an inch past his face, shifted his own core to be perpendicular to Ratione. The long blade barely scraped his stomach, but in the next moment Ratione pushed it further in with his right hand on the edge and pulled back with his legs.
The power armor smashed into the bleachers, punching straight through the stainless steel and seats and into the shadowed concrete below. The halberd soared back out of the hole, arcing through the air in a smooth path and back to its owner’s grip as they nonchalantly strode over the crash site.
Shrapnel and seats abruptly flew forward from where Ratione bulled straight through and at Tearen, who swung the shaft around in a circle to deflect in-coming debris. Ratione brought up his blade in a straight thrust, hilt pulled back behind his hips. The second he was one step away from his opponent, he twisted his hips and threw his arms only as far forward so that his grip was kept right up next to his own body.
Tearen, after a cushion sailed an inch past his face, shifted his own core to be perpendicular to Ratione. The long blade barely scraped his stomach, but in the next moment Ratione pushed it further in with his right hand on the edge and pulled back with his legs.
"Our fear is our weapon."