05-23-2017, 12:36 AM
So much tension in the air, Aang might as well have been a Tension Bender... The other Prime had the gun and all the secondaries were down, disarmed or... in one case... unwilling to compete.
The brunet dropped her gun, lifting her hands. It would seem her resolve was not strong, her alliance with this group clearly either new or unenforced. She held her hands in the air, making no moves - hardly even breathing - while the gun was aimed at her.
The newly disarmed man was quite annoyed, but even he had stopped. Not a word had been spoken from this man the entire encounter, and it would seem that would remain true. He did not even grunt as Chakravartin pointed his own weapon at him.
The portly man had landed atop the dark haired beauty. He carefully picked himself up and was about to take aim. Before the barrel could move more than a few inches, he had taken note of where the power currently rested.
The twins... well, they had disregarded combat altogether. The victim of the air blast was still reeling, but the other brother was bickering at how clumbsy his twin was, and how heavy.
The only true contestant left was the ebony woman. She stood, headless of the new situation, and lunged for Chakravartin.
Aang's response was swift. He slid in front of his new ally with a fluid dash. The same motion bled into a low sweeping kick. The curve brought another arcing gust that lashed out. It caught the ebony swordswoman's ankle, sweeping her off her feet. Before she could land, Aang was sweeping back up, his right arm rising in an elegant uppercut. Another gust flew forth, catching the woman from beneath and juggling her upwards.
The final strike was a bit more devestating. The Avatar's motion had not stopped. He was an endless flurry of motion, curving, sweeping, practically dancing. He did not stop moving upwards after the fist. The uppercut bled into a hop. The hop came with a forward arc and downwards heel kick. The channeled air formed an arc that flew up, then came down, slamming into the ebony woman. She was forced back to earth with a resounding impact.
The Avatar lands, practically panting. He felt so weak... That should have been so easy, yet it had taken so much out of him to chain so quickly. "I feel so... out of shape..."
The brunet dropped her gun, lifting her hands. It would seem her resolve was not strong, her alliance with this group clearly either new or unenforced. She held her hands in the air, making no moves - hardly even breathing - while the gun was aimed at her.
The newly disarmed man was quite annoyed, but even he had stopped. Not a word had been spoken from this man the entire encounter, and it would seem that would remain true. He did not even grunt as Chakravartin pointed his own weapon at him.
The portly man had landed atop the dark haired beauty. He carefully picked himself up and was about to take aim. Before the barrel could move more than a few inches, he had taken note of where the power currently rested.
The twins... well, they had disregarded combat altogether. The victim of the air blast was still reeling, but the other brother was bickering at how clumbsy his twin was, and how heavy.
The only true contestant left was the ebony woman. She stood, headless of the new situation, and lunged for Chakravartin.
Aang's response was swift. He slid in front of his new ally with a fluid dash. The same motion bled into a low sweeping kick. The curve brought another arcing gust that lashed out. It caught the ebony swordswoman's ankle, sweeping her off her feet. Before she could land, Aang was sweeping back up, his right arm rising in an elegant uppercut. Another gust flew forth, catching the woman from beneath and juggling her upwards.
The final strike was a bit more devestating. The Avatar's motion had not stopped. He was an endless flurry of motion, curving, sweeping, practically dancing. He did not stop moving upwards after the fist. The uppercut bled into a hop. The hop came with a forward arc and downwards heel kick. The channeled air formed an arc that flew up, then came down, slamming into the ebony woman. She was forced back to earth with a resounding impact.
The Avatar lands, practically panting. He felt so weak... That should have been so easy, yet it had taken so much out of him to chain so quickly. "I feel so... out of shape..."
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