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Nightwing - Heir to the Demon #13
Despite my best attempts to block every single attack thrown my way, the assailant gets lucky and manages to kick me in the chest. Cheap move. But that doesn’t mean that it isn’t smart. Given my current situation you’d be foolish to not try and exploit it. I just really wish he hadn’t done it like that. The kick to the chest knocks the breath out of me causing me to fall backwards. It’s only thanks to some sort of miracle that I manage to spin around and catch myself before I slam into the ground. Damn it. Come on Grayson, you’re better than this.
As I turn to face the assailant again, I can’t help but notice something yellow in the corner of my eye racing towards him. Has Barbra already dealt with her guy? How come she gets the easy one and I don’t?
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No doubt Dick probably think I lucked out and somehow got the easier opponent to go up against. Oh who am I kidding? That thought is absolutely what’s racing through his head right this second. Whilst he does everything possible to reject the comparisons, in many ways he’s more like Bruce than he truly cares to admit. Although, I doubt Bruce has such concerns racing through his head. As far as he’s concerned, if you can’t best an opponent then the fault is your own.
It feels weird to agree with him so strongly on something.
As I quickly close the distance between myself and the two of them, I notice Dick briefly glance in my direction. Good. He knows I’m coming hopefully he can….
Before I have a chance to try and signal him to distract his opponent, the assailant notices Dick’s actions and turns to see me racing towards him. With reflexes as fast as Bruce’s, he raises turns his upper torso around to face me directly and quickly moves his blade to stop my staff before I have a chance to swing. Very clever.
The action prompts me to grind to a halt so as to not be unbalanced and thus expose myself to a counter attack. Unfortunately, his move was more than merely instinctive self-protection as the rest of his body turns so that he’s facing me head on. Now that really doesn’t sound like a serious problem, but what it achieves is giving him a firm footing to dig in and strike back. Definitely not something you want when you’re the one who launched the first attack.
I briefly glance behind me to see if I can successfully disengage and avoid the inevitable attempt to disarm me. My options aren’t very good. To my left is Dick on the ground, who I notice reaching for both of his escrima sticks, and to my right is the unconscious body of the guy I just knocked unconscious. Very poor choices.
With no clear direction that I can take to avoid the attack, all I can do is take it head on and hope that I’m able to resist it. Before I have a chance to brace, the follow up move comes and I manage to just block the strike. A second later and that would have probably damaged my suit’s’ armour plating. Whether or not it would have been enough to pierce is a different matter. After all, a key function of all our suits is that the chest area is the most armoured part of the suit. No doubt intended to protect most of the major organs from serious damage.
Whilst I’m able to successfully block the next two strikes this guy throws my way, the lack of options from which to step back make me a sitting target. Though I’m more than capable of blocking every move he makes against me, this fight won’t end if I’m forced to stay solely on defence. It’s then that I notice Dick steadily getting back on to his feet with both sticks in hand ready to make a move.
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Barbra closes the gap between herself and the assailant in a matter of seconds. Somehow, just before she manages to launch her attack, he spots her and manages to narrowly block her strike. Did he see her because I was looking at her?
The pair quickly begin to clash weapons against one another as the assailant’s attention turns towards Barbra instead. Charming. Clearly I’m not good enough for him. But thankfully, Barbra’s distraction is just what I needed. I reach forward and grab hold of both my sticks, pausing only to make certain they weren’t damaged.
Nothing beyond a few extra scratch marks courtesy of this guy’s sword, thankfully.
As I climb back onto my feet, the sound of the guard’s sword colliding with Barbra’s staff echoes throughout the room as each strike follows the other in quick succession. It’s only then that I realise that just as he did with me, the assailant has forced Barbra onto the defensive with his continuous rapid attacks against her.
Why hasn’t she simply tried to disengage and readjust?
Her injury isn’t stopping her is it?
No wait. There’s nowhere for her to go. Her opponent lies unconscious behind her, and I was blocking her from dodging in the opposite direction. Damn it. I’ve put her in danger again. That means I have to be the one to get her out of it.
Without saying a word, I lunge forward with both sticks at the ready and charge the guard. Keep him distracted Barb, I’ve got him.
Nightwing - Heir to the Demon #13
Despite my best attempts to block every single attack thrown my way, the assailant gets lucky and manages to kick me in the chest. Cheap move. But that doesn’t mean that it isn’t smart. Given my current situation you’d be foolish to not try and exploit it. I just really wish he hadn’t done it like that. The kick to the chest knocks the breath out of me causing me to fall backwards. It’s only thanks to some sort of miracle that I manage to spin around and catch myself before I slam into the ground. Damn it. Come on Grayson, you’re better than this.
As I turn to face the assailant again, I can’t help but notice something yellow in the corner of my eye racing towards him. Has Barbra already dealt with her guy? How come she gets the easy one and I don’t?
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No doubt Dick probably think I lucked out and somehow got the easier opponent to go up against. Oh who am I kidding? That thought is absolutely what’s racing through his head right this second. Whilst he does everything possible to reject the comparisons, in many ways he’s more like Bruce than he truly cares to admit. Although, I doubt Bruce has such concerns racing through his head. As far as he’s concerned, if you can’t best an opponent then the fault is your own.
It feels weird to agree with him so strongly on something.
As I quickly close the distance between myself and the two of them, I notice Dick briefly glance in my direction. Good. He knows I’m coming hopefully he can….
Before I have a chance to try and signal him to distract his opponent, the assailant notices Dick’s actions and turns to see me racing towards him. With reflexes as fast as Bruce’s, he raises turns his upper torso around to face me directly and quickly moves his blade to stop my staff before I have a chance to swing. Very clever.
The action prompts me to grind to a halt so as to not be unbalanced and thus expose myself to a counter attack. Unfortunately, his move was more than merely instinctive self-protection as the rest of his body turns so that he’s facing me head on. Now that really doesn’t sound like a serious problem, but what it achieves is giving him a firm footing to dig in and strike back. Definitely not something you want when you’re the one who launched the first attack.
I briefly glance behind me to see if I can successfully disengage and avoid the inevitable attempt to disarm me. My options aren’t very good. To my left is Dick on the ground, who I notice reaching for both of his escrima sticks, and to my right is the unconscious body of the guy I just knocked unconscious. Very poor choices.
With no clear direction that I can take to avoid the attack, all I can do is take it head on and hope that I’m able to resist it. Before I have a chance to brace, the follow up move comes and I manage to just block the strike. A second later and that would have probably damaged my suit’s’ armour plating. Whether or not it would have been enough to pierce is a different matter. After all, a key function of all our suits is that the chest area is the most armoured part of the suit. No doubt intended to protect most of the major organs from serious damage.
Whilst I’m able to successfully block the next two strikes this guy throws my way, the lack of options from which to step back make me a sitting target. Though I’m more than capable of blocking every move he makes against me, this fight won’t end if I’m forced to stay solely on defence. It’s then that I notice Dick steadily getting back on to his feet with both sticks in hand ready to make a move.
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Barbra closes the gap between herself and the assailant in a matter of seconds. Somehow, just before she manages to launch her attack, he spots her and manages to narrowly block her strike. Did he see her because I was looking at her?
The pair quickly begin to clash weapons against one another as the assailant’s attention turns towards Barbra instead. Charming. Clearly I’m not good enough for him. But thankfully, Barbra’s distraction is just what I needed. I reach forward and grab hold of both my sticks, pausing only to make certain they weren’t damaged.
Nothing beyond a few extra scratch marks courtesy of this guy’s sword, thankfully.
As I climb back onto my feet, the sound of the guard’s sword colliding with Barbra’s staff echoes throughout the room as each strike follows the other in quick succession. It’s only then that I realise that just as he did with me, the assailant has forced Barbra onto the defensive with his continuous rapid attacks against her.
Why hasn’t she simply tried to disengage and readjust?
Her injury isn’t stopping her is it?
No wait. There’s nowhere for her to go. Her opponent lies unconscious behind her, and I was blocking her from dodging in the opposite direction. Damn it. I’ve put her in danger again. That means I have to be the one to get her out of it.
Without saying a word, I lunge forward with both sticks at the ready and charge the guard. Keep him distracted Barb, I’ve got him.