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Nightwing - Heir to the Demon #12
This assailant seems more skilled than either of the two I faced on the rooftop in Bludhaven. His aggressive style keeps me from launching a successful counter attack against him, and when I do manage one he manages to intercept it before I have a chance to do hardly any damage to him at all. Barbra on the other hand appears to be having a completely different experience, her staff allows her to block every strike made against her without seeming to break a sweat. For a brief moment, I wonder if I should do the same and join my sticks together into the staff configuration.
Before I have a chance to test that idea though, the edge of the assailant’s blade manages to scrape my right knee creating another open wound. Damn it. The pain itself is minimal and from what I can see of the cut itself it’s nothing major, but that doesn’t make it any less of a problem. I can already feel it start to throb as my body begins to process what just happened. It’s a minor issue, almost nothing, but ultimately what brings someone down isn’t the big things….it’s the small things.
A fact I quickly begin to realise as I continue to spar with the assailant. He’s quick to change his combat style and begins delivering a series of heavy blows to my escrima sticks. The attacks aren’t intended to kill, or even to maim, the aim is simply to force me back which requires me to move my feet. Now that doesn’t sound bad at all. Hell, you’d think I was weird for thinking that’s a problem were it not for the fact that he’s deliberately wounded both of my legs.
You can tell these are the people Bruce trained with as I could easily see him using a similar tactic against someone. Come to think of it, I think he did it to Killer Croc once. Or was it someone else? Who knows these days.
Just as I feared, being forced to retreat backwards forces me to put pressure on the wounds Of both of my legs and even though it distracts me for less than second, he’s quick to exploit my position. Rather than go for a killing strike, he deliberately targets my chest which leaves me no choice but to block his blade with both of my sticks, exactly as he’d hoped. Before I have a chance to respond, he kicks my right knee cap causing a surge of pain throughout most of my body.
It’s only by clenching my teeth that I manage to stop letting out a cry of pain as I lose my footing and collapse onto the ground.
Christ that hurt, and he knows it.
Against my better judgement, I glance across to see how Barbra’s doing against her assailant. Given how much trouble I’m having against mine and unlike her, I didn’t walk into all this with a previous injury. Much to my surprise and also relief, she’s not just faring better than me, she’s mopping the floor with the guy. Typical. Of course she’d get the easy one….
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Whilst I am somewhat lucky that this goon’s punch to my face didn’t break anything, the endless throbbing I keep feeling now is difficult to ignore. Better make this quick before it becomes too much of a distraction. As he readies himself to try and make his next move, I can’t help but hear a subdued groan coming from Dick’s direction and look over my shoulder just to be sure that it’s not the sound of what I fear it could be. I see nothing as both he and his opponent clash their weapons together in quick succession with the League’s agent attempting to strike him and Dick narrowly managing to block every swipe at him.
My brief pause unwillingly creates an opening which the assailant I’m dealing with attempts to exploit. You can tell these guys were trained similar to how Bruce was. Were he in the same position, I’m sure he would have tried to exploit that narrow opening as well. Can’t say I like being on the receiving end of these tactics though. Luckily, thanks to my staff I manage to block his surprise without too much difficulty.
Far more easily than he would have liked. I wonder, does he know about my wound? He mustn’t….otherwise he’d have focused in on it by now…..that’s what Bruce would have done were he in this guy’s shoes. Hell, that’s what Dick would do and he’s almost oblivious to these things. But with this guy seemingly unaware of my injury, I choose to go back on the offensive and employ the infamous ‘Flying Grayson’.
Here’s hoping I can still do it even with a stab wound in my chest.
I draw my opponent in by making it seem as though I’ve accidentally created another opening. Just as I had hoped, he sees the opening and takes the bait attempting to slash his blade against my chest in the hopes of delivering a fatal wound. Sadly for him, he’s nowhere near that lucky and instead I block his blade with my staff and force it upwards back into his helmet, causing him to retreat backwards for a brief moment.
The assailant is quick to try and correct his mistake, but not quick enough to stop me from using the ‘Flying Grayson’.
Before he can take another swing at me, I lunge forward and jump into the air.
As I race towards him in mid-air, I tuck my legs in mere moments before my feet into contact with the assailant’s torso. Unfortunately for him, my feet collide with his torso knocking him backwards before he has a chance to even think about making a counter attack. But I don’t stop there. The momentum I have keeps me moving forwards and my feet remain pressed into his chest as he falls back into the wall behind him.
Ouch that’s got to hurt.
It’s difficult to tell just how badly that hurt him given that most of his face is obstructed since he’s wearing a mask, but the force of the blow knocks him out cold.My instincts say to check his condition to make sure he’s alright. But before I have a chance to do so, I look across to see how Dick’s doing. Much to my horror, he’s on the ground desperately blocking every blow his attacker is trying to make against him.
He won’t last long in that situation, especially with the two wounds I can see on both his legs. Though I should first make sure that my opponent has been properly dealt with, I can’t help but race over to try and save Dick before either his attacker gets lucky or worse yet, Dick gets unlucky and fails to block of the attacks…….
Nightwing - Heir to the Demon #12
This assailant seems more skilled than either of the two I faced on the rooftop in Bludhaven. His aggressive style keeps me from launching a successful counter attack against him, and when I do manage one he manages to intercept it before I have a chance to do hardly any damage to him at all. Barbra on the other hand appears to be having a completely different experience, her staff allows her to block every strike made against her without seeming to break a sweat. For a brief moment, I wonder if I should do the same and join my sticks together into the staff configuration.
Before I have a chance to test that idea though, the edge of the assailant’s blade manages to scrape my right knee creating another open wound. Damn it. The pain itself is minimal and from what I can see of the cut itself it’s nothing major, but that doesn’t make it any less of a problem. I can already feel it start to throb as my body begins to process what just happened. It’s a minor issue, almost nothing, but ultimately what brings someone down isn’t the big things….it’s the small things.
A fact I quickly begin to realise as I continue to spar with the assailant. He’s quick to change his combat style and begins delivering a series of heavy blows to my escrima sticks. The attacks aren’t intended to kill, or even to maim, the aim is simply to force me back which requires me to move my feet. Now that doesn’t sound bad at all. Hell, you’d think I was weird for thinking that’s a problem were it not for the fact that he’s deliberately wounded both of my legs.
You can tell these are the people Bruce trained with as I could easily see him using a similar tactic against someone. Come to think of it, I think he did it to Killer Croc once. Or was it someone else? Who knows these days.
Just as I feared, being forced to retreat backwards forces me to put pressure on the wounds Of both of my legs and even though it distracts me for less than second, he’s quick to exploit my position. Rather than go for a killing strike, he deliberately targets my chest which leaves me no choice but to block his blade with both of my sticks, exactly as he’d hoped. Before I have a chance to respond, he kicks my right knee cap causing a surge of pain throughout most of my body.
It’s only by clenching my teeth that I manage to stop letting out a cry of pain as I lose my footing and collapse onto the ground.
Christ that hurt, and he knows it.
Against my better judgement, I glance across to see how Barbra’s doing against her assailant. Given how much trouble I’m having against mine and unlike her, I didn’t walk into all this with a previous injury. Much to my surprise and also relief, she’s not just faring better than me, she’s mopping the floor with the guy. Typical. Of course she’d get the easy one….
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Whilst I am somewhat lucky that this goon’s punch to my face didn’t break anything, the endless throbbing I keep feeling now is difficult to ignore. Better make this quick before it becomes too much of a distraction. As he readies himself to try and make his next move, I can’t help but hear a subdued groan coming from Dick’s direction and look over my shoulder just to be sure that it’s not the sound of what I fear it could be. I see nothing as both he and his opponent clash their weapons together in quick succession with the League’s agent attempting to strike him and Dick narrowly managing to block every swipe at him.
My brief pause unwillingly creates an opening which the assailant I’m dealing with attempts to exploit. You can tell these guys were trained similar to how Bruce was. Were he in the same position, I’m sure he would have tried to exploit that narrow opening as well. Can’t say I like being on the receiving end of these tactics though. Luckily, thanks to my staff I manage to block his surprise without too much difficulty.
Far more easily than he would have liked. I wonder, does he know about my wound? He mustn’t….otherwise he’d have focused in on it by now…..that’s what Bruce would have done were he in this guy’s shoes. Hell, that’s what Dick would do and he’s almost oblivious to these things. But with this guy seemingly unaware of my injury, I choose to go back on the offensive and employ the infamous ‘Flying Grayson’.
Here’s hoping I can still do it even with a stab wound in my chest.
I draw my opponent in by making it seem as though I’ve accidentally created another opening. Just as I had hoped, he sees the opening and takes the bait attempting to slash his blade against my chest in the hopes of delivering a fatal wound. Sadly for him, he’s nowhere near that lucky and instead I block his blade with my staff and force it upwards back into his helmet, causing him to retreat backwards for a brief moment.
The assailant is quick to try and correct his mistake, but not quick enough to stop me from using the ‘Flying Grayson’.
Before he can take another swing at me, I lunge forward and jump into the air.
As I race towards him in mid-air, I tuck my legs in mere moments before my feet into contact with the assailant’s torso. Unfortunately for him, my feet collide with his torso knocking him backwards before he has a chance to even think about making a counter attack. But I don’t stop there. The momentum I have keeps me moving forwards and my feet remain pressed into his chest as he falls back into the wall behind him.
Ouch that’s got to hurt.
It’s difficult to tell just how badly that hurt him given that most of his face is obstructed since he’s wearing a mask, but the force of the blow knocks him out cold.My instincts say to check his condition to make sure he’s alright. But before I have a chance to do so, I look across to see how Dick’s doing. Much to my horror, he’s on the ground desperately blocking every blow his attacker is trying to make against him.
He won’t last long in that situation, especially with the two wounds I can see on both his legs. Though I should first make sure that my opponent has been properly dealt with, I can’t help but race over to try and save Dick before either his attacker gets lucky or worse yet, Dick gets unlucky and fails to block of the attacks…….