06-02-2017, 09:27 PM
Aang had bundled up in a wardrobe of black. Though he was doing good deeds, to the outside world he appeared to be a vandal. This subterfuge was not his usual method of problem solving, but Zuko had implored him to take care with his identity after the war. It was a delicate thing, his reputation, and if faith in the Avatar crumbled, so did all the alliances that the Avatar helped forge. In the Omniverse, it was namely so that he, a new Prime to this world, did not receive a poor reputation before he could complete his first good deed.
Once in battle with various secondaries, he employed his usual tactics. His broad, sweeping gestures channeled powerful blasts of air this way and that, sending the weak men toppling head over heel. They were easy to knock down and sluggish to stand back up. Expecting no troubles within the city walls, they had no weapons on their person. Chakravartin would notice a pair of heavy crossbows left unattended with the chests.
Those with swords needed to get in close. Aang did not allow this, and even when one did, Aang's evasive maneuvers were superior to their attacks, and the little gusts that pushed the weapon out of the way made it seem as if the secondaries were truly horrible at fighting. It almost looked like a badly choreographed fight.
As quickly as this brawl began, it came to a grinding stop. Growls from inside the carriage Chakravartin was in had the hearts of the secondaries pause out of shock, then hammer as fear set in. They could tell this man in black was only keeping them back, but they knew that the owner of that growl would not be so kind.
The sound did not pass Aang by. Just as the flaps of the carriage flew back, Aang had lept out of the center of the fight and landed on one of the other carriages. He hardly had time to blink before the massive wolf sank its teeth into the nearest human. The monk felt an instant wave of nausea take over his senses.
"CHAKRA!" This was not the plan. They were supposed to find the crates to CONFIRM the suspicions, not release the hounds. "People are dying out here!"
Chakravartin was surprised as Aang was. He had planned to cut the rest of the chains off, but with just the few he had melted, the massive wolf managed to break out. It was almost luck that he managed to drop to the bottom of the carriage prior to the wolf's escape and Aang's... current displeasure.
The monk's response was quick. "I'm sorry, boy!" His arms moved in firm, rigid gestures. The Stone Gloves clinging to his belt leaped to life, then raced towards the wolf. They slam into its back, forcing it to the ground. It yelped, but actual damage seemed to be minimal. "CHAKRA! What are you DOING?!"
With the wolf pinned, the various secondaries took the opening to try and strike at the beast. Cut their losses, if you will. Aang jerks his hands, using the Stone Gloves to drag the beast out of the way, completely bowling through two of the workers. The wolf tried to take a snap at them, but missed by inches. A few others had jumped out of the other carriages after hearing the ruccus. They had grabbed their crossbows. "Oh boy..."
Dodging a blade was pretty easy, but bolts were fast. Aang managed to sway out of the way of two, but a third caught him in the shoulder. He could not release his hands, or the beast would stand back up, so he lashed out with a broad sweeping kick. One of the archers is thrusted to the side by an arcing current of air. An archer found an opening in Aang's attack, and used his chance to sink a bolt into Aang's inner thigh. Aang may be a Prime, but over a dozen Secondaries, not including the massive Dire Wolf, easily overwhelmed him.
Once in battle with various secondaries, he employed his usual tactics. His broad, sweeping gestures channeled powerful blasts of air this way and that, sending the weak men toppling head over heel. They were easy to knock down and sluggish to stand back up. Expecting no troubles within the city walls, they had no weapons on their person. Chakravartin would notice a pair of heavy crossbows left unattended with the chests.
Those with swords needed to get in close. Aang did not allow this, and even when one did, Aang's evasive maneuvers were superior to their attacks, and the little gusts that pushed the weapon out of the way made it seem as if the secondaries were truly horrible at fighting. It almost looked like a badly choreographed fight.
As quickly as this brawl began, it came to a grinding stop. Growls from inside the carriage Chakravartin was in had the hearts of the secondaries pause out of shock, then hammer as fear set in. They could tell this man in black was only keeping them back, but they knew that the owner of that growl would not be so kind.
The sound did not pass Aang by. Just as the flaps of the carriage flew back, Aang had lept out of the center of the fight and landed on one of the other carriages. He hardly had time to blink before the massive wolf sank its teeth into the nearest human. The monk felt an instant wave of nausea take over his senses.
"CHAKRA!" This was not the plan. They were supposed to find the crates to CONFIRM the suspicions, not release the hounds. "People are dying out here!"
Chakravartin was surprised as Aang was. He had planned to cut the rest of the chains off, but with just the few he had melted, the massive wolf managed to break out. It was almost luck that he managed to drop to the bottom of the carriage prior to the wolf's escape and Aang's... current displeasure.
The monk's response was quick. "I'm sorry, boy!" His arms moved in firm, rigid gestures. The Stone Gloves clinging to his belt leaped to life, then raced towards the wolf. They slam into its back, forcing it to the ground. It yelped, but actual damage seemed to be minimal. "CHAKRA! What are you DOING?!"
With the wolf pinned, the various secondaries took the opening to try and strike at the beast. Cut their losses, if you will. Aang jerks his hands, using the Stone Gloves to drag the beast out of the way, completely bowling through two of the workers. The wolf tried to take a snap at them, but missed by inches. A few others had jumped out of the other carriages after hearing the ruccus. They had grabbed their crossbows. "Oh boy..."
Dodging a blade was pretty easy, but bolts were fast. Aang managed to sway out of the way of two, but a third caught him in the shoulder. He could not release his hands, or the beast would stand back up, so he lashed out with a broad sweeping kick. One of the archers is thrusted to the side by an arcing current of air. An archer found an opening in Aang's attack, and used his chance to sink a bolt into Aang's inner thigh. Aang may be a Prime, but over a dozen Secondaries, not including the massive Dire Wolf, easily overwhelmed him.
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