Post by Daniel Caim on Nov 3, 2016 2:23:18 GMT
Daniel gave his best effort towards slowing his breathing and calming his racing heart, grateful for the respite his previous tactic had given him. He wasn’t sure off how much time he had left, but—judging from the growing volume of the footfalls echoing from what was left of the tunnel—time was running out. Even so, he would use whatever interval of peace he could to plan for the upcoming confrontation. There wasn’t much in the way of terrain to use to his advantage: a stalactite or two here and there, a stray pile of rubble. He made a mental note of where these things were located and figured them into his budding plan. It would be risky—especially considering the result of his previous scheme—but any aspect of the environment he could use to his advantage would be an invaluable asset.
The volume of Archaleos’s footsteps reached its peak, and the time for scheming was at an end. The kid came to a screeching halt at the edge of the light. He looked like he’d been on the losing end of a scuffle with a mountainside as made evident by the fine coating of dust and the shallow cut over his eye. It was another detail that he factored into his designs.
After a brief rest, the kid looked up and eyed him like a big cat sizing up its prey, which Daniel found amusing despite himself. So, he thought that this old wolf was his prey, huh? Well, time to show him just how wrong he is.
Archaleos didn’t bother with words as he fell into a sprint and charged straight for him. He probably thought that getting in close would give him an advantage in this fight. Normally, the assessment would have been wrong, but Daniel was anything but the average opponent (not that he was ready to let the kid think he was anything more than he appeared). The old wolf played along with his younger rival and followed the (possibly) expected action of firing a duo of rounds from his revolver in his opponent’s direction. The kid deployed a shield from his free hand before you managed to run afoul of the rounds. Damn bionics and their fancy tricks! Alright then, time to get creative.
Daniel shifted his aim downward and squeezed off a quartet of rounds at his knees and feet. Daniel let his weapon clatter to the floor and drew yet another handgun from of the holsters strapped to his chest. Of all the various firearms on his person, this one was the only of its brethren to contain tranquilizer rounds. It was also one of his larger weapons and perfect for deflecting sword strikes.
By the time his new weapon was free of the holster, Archaleos would be upon him (provided the rounds aimed at his legs did nothing to dissuade his charge). Daniel would ease his body into a familiar posture and follow the arc of the blade. He had to admit that it was a good strike; traditional, by the book. It was just the sort of thing he’d trained years to defend against. He would cross both of his firearms in a scissor and push the blade up and away while simultaneously stepping to the side. The force of the blow would cause him to grunt with the effort as he attempted to guide the blade away from his frame and use Arch’s own strength against him to send the boy stumbling off balance. Were he to succeed, Daniel would next fire rounds from both of his pistols; two tranquilizers would be directed into his chest and another pair would be towards each of Arch’s shoulders.
Archaleos Durant
The volume of Archaleos’s footsteps reached its peak, and the time for scheming was at an end. The kid came to a screeching halt at the edge of the light. He looked like he’d been on the losing end of a scuffle with a mountainside as made evident by the fine coating of dust and the shallow cut over his eye. It was another detail that he factored into his designs.
After a brief rest, the kid looked up and eyed him like a big cat sizing up its prey, which Daniel found amusing despite himself. So, he thought that this old wolf was his prey, huh? Well, time to show him just how wrong he is.
Archaleos didn’t bother with words as he fell into a sprint and charged straight for him. He probably thought that getting in close would give him an advantage in this fight. Normally, the assessment would have been wrong, but Daniel was anything but the average opponent (not that he was ready to let the kid think he was anything more than he appeared). The old wolf played along with his younger rival and followed the (possibly) expected action of firing a duo of rounds from his revolver in his opponent’s direction. The kid deployed a shield from his free hand before you managed to run afoul of the rounds. Damn bionics and their fancy tricks! Alright then, time to get creative.
Daniel shifted his aim downward and squeezed off a quartet of rounds at his knees and feet. Daniel let his weapon clatter to the floor and drew yet another handgun from of the holsters strapped to his chest. Of all the various firearms on his person, this one was the only of its brethren to contain tranquilizer rounds. It was also one of his larger weapons and perfect for deflecting sword strikes.
By the time his new weapon was free of the holster, Archaleos would be upon him (provided the rounds aimed at his legs did nothing to dissuade his charge). Daniel would ease his body into a familiar posture and follow the arc of the blade. He had to admit that it was a good strike; traditional, by the book. It was just the sort of thing he’d trained years to defend against. He would cross both of his firearms in a scissor and push the blade up and away while simultaneously stepping to the side. The force of the blow would cause him to grunt with the effort as he attempted to guide the blade away from his frame and use Arch’s own strength against him to send the boy stumbling off balance. Were he to succeed, Daniel would next fire rounds from both of his pistols; two tranquilizers would be directed into his chest and another pair would be towards each of Arch’s shoulders.
Archaleos Durant