Post by Ty Hattori on Dec 17, 2015 22:12:27 GMT -5
[subject: jacob than] [tags: the devil and the rat]
DAMN.
And thus the battle raged on. As the crowd slowly but surely began to clear, one could clearly see the true participants of the battlefield. The one boy near the front of the line and Knuckles, an old adversary seemed to fight ferociously, without any mercy. He couldn't help but wonder why they'd decided to help the Piggies out. But, alas. This was far from the time to let his mind wander from the fight. His attack had been a complete success, as calculated. There was no way to see such a brutal, tactical assault coming from behind the ensuing chaos. However, the man's baton would slide out of range from his roll. Upon his recovery, hazel hues would eye the weapon sliding across the pavement. It couldn't be helped. It was ultimately inevitable that the force of his blow would slide the weapon out of range. The other two soldiers lifted their shields in Ty's direction as he remained in a low crouch, ready to pounce but... He hesitated, plotting his next move.
A beat.
Too late.
A single two seconds could mean the world when it came to a fight, and that was two seconds Ty simply didn't take advantage of. In his peripherals the boy caught wind of the man recovering from the floor and lifting his shield in preparation for Ty's next attack. Yeah, he recovered, but there was no way he'd be able to keep that shield lifted for long after taking that hit. All he had to do was pound him aggressively, but at the same time tactically. Without another moment to lose, the boy made a swift lunge for the dropped baton in attempt to scoop it into his fingers. Upon its retrieval, he'd realized that this would cost him a bit more distance between he and his foe. No matter. He could out smart them. He knew he could see 10 steps ahead of them, and that would be his trump card. Upon grabbing the dropped weapon, he'd clutch it in his left hand, reground himself and propel himself forward into another controlled dash back towards the men, aiming for the middle man who'd just made a recovery from Ty's leg shot. Hash out the weakest link. Getting behind them seemed to be the key. Those hazel pupils hidden behind his specs narrowed slightly as they locked onto their target. The wind whipping across his face.
With a lifted shield, it would leave his legs exposed just enough for an opening. Upon closing the distance, Ty brought the baton upward from his side into a diagonal slashing motion, of course to just barely graze the shield. This attack would merely be a diversion from the true attack. Utilizing the momentum of the strike, the boy would twist his body into a 360 spin, crouching low half way through and extending his right foot outward, speeding towards the soldiers ankles, in attempt to take the weakened man off of his feet again. Hopefully this could provide that quick advantage again that he missed from before. Whether or not he'd meet success, his attack remained controlled and the newly acquired baton would be at the ready to for a speedy recovery to intercept a possible incoming attack. He needed to stay on top of this fight.
And thus the battle raged on. As the crowd slowly but surely began to clear, one could clearly see the true participants of the battlefield. The one boy near the front of the line and Knuckles, an old adversary seemed to fight ferociously, without any mercy. He couldn't help but wonder why they'd decided to help the Piggies out. But, alas. This was far from the time to let his mind wander from the fight. His attack had been a complete success, as calculated. There was no way to see such a brutal, tactical assault coming from behind the ensuing chaos. However, the man's baton would slide out of range from his roll. Upon his recovery, hazel hues would eye the weapon sliding across the pavement. It couldn't be helped. It was ultimately inevitable that the force of his blow would slide the weapon out of range. The other two soldiers lifted their shields in Ty's direction as he remained in a low crouch, ready to pounce but... He hesitated, plotting his next move.
A beat.
Too late.
A single two seconds could mean the world when it came to a fight, and that was two seconds Ty simply didn't take advantage of. In his peripherals the boy caught wind of the man recovering from the floor and lifting his shield in preparation for Ty's next attack. Yeah, he recovered, but there was no way he'd be able to keep that shield lifted for long after taking that hit. All he had to do was pound him aggressively, but at the same time tactically. Without another moment to lose, the boy made a swift lunge for the dropped baton in attempt to scoop it into his fingers. Upon its retrieval, he'd realized that this would cost him a bit more distance between he and his foe. No matter. He could out smart them. He knew he could see 10 steps ahead of them, and that would be his trump card. Upon grabbing the dropped weapon, he'd clutch it in his left hand, reground himself and propel himself forward into another controlled dash back towards the men, aiming for the middle man who'd just made a recovery from Ty's leg shot. Hash out the weakest link. Getting behind them seemed to be the key. Those hazel pupils hidden behind his specs narrowed slightly as they locked onto their target. The wind whipping across his face.
With a lifted shield, it would leave his legs exposed just enough for an opening. Upon closing the distance, Ty brought the baton upward from his side into a diagonal slashing motion, of course to just barely graze the shield. This attack would merely be a diversion from the true attack. Utilizing the momentum of the strike, the boy would twist his body into a 360 spin, crouching low half way through and extending his right foot outward, speeding towards the soldiers ankles, in attempt to take the weakened man off of his feet again. Hopefully this could provide that quick advantage again that he missed from before. Whether or not he'd meet success, his attack remained controlled and the newly acquired baton would be at the ready to for a speedy recovery to intercept a possible incoming attack. He needed to stay on top of this fight.
