Yeah, I suppose it was a little ... cheap.
May have to revise it.
Meanwhile, on the other end of the battlefield-slash-city.
Juliet Nao Zhang stared at the polearm, along its shaft, to the arm holding it and then along that to the head and torso of its wielder. She wasn't staring because of the cyborg martial artist's sheer bulk, or the speed and skill he'd exhibited in their brief joust ...
She was staring because her Robe had flickered out on her moments ago, and she'd only managed to avoid getting impaled on one of the pointy ends of that pneumatic pike/spear through sheer instinct ...
That still left her momentarily on the ground, without the enhancements of her Pearl Robe, with an enemy that had almost matched her in speed when she'd worn it and could have possibly overpowered her where sheer strength was concerned. As it was, with her back to 'normal' for some reason, her options were severely limited.
Fortunately, her Aswad opponent seemed as taken aback by the sudden disappearance as she was, and adrenalin was giving her a bit of an edge at the moment.
Unfortunately, it wasn't just herself who was in this sort of situation. If it were just her, she'd have taken the chance to try and make a run for it, but ...
Everything seemed to suddenly freeze, including her own body.
She'd felt this before, always when there was a sort of edge to the situation, either one of fear or of excitement. If was like something had suddenly stopped the world, and for a moment she was absolutely aware ...
Of the tension in her attacker's cybernetic limbs that was a prelude to motion, the confused Corals and other two Pearls still trying to put up a defensive peremiter within the Garderobe grounds proper even without their Robes, the oddly distorted laughter and the whisper of air as one of the other Aswad cyborgs brought a barbed metal whip around.
The weapon trailed drops of blood from where it had cut into one of the Corals.
The world rushed back into motion with a deluge of sound and motion, and a sick realization as the Coral in question collapsed without as much as a sound. Controversely, the sound of the lenses of her spectacles shattering as they fell to the pavement was almost deafening.
Or was that the staccato that followed immediately after, almost lifting the whip wielder into the air as red-hot sparks of molten metal flashed across his/her armor.
The cyborg dove to the left as it's right arm went back ...
Not because he/she was getting ready to retaliate against whoever had attacked, but because it had been blown clear off the shoulder it had been attached to.
The Aswad's scream of pain hurled the situation back into motion, even as Juliet scrambled towards the downed -
'Gods, I hope she'd just injured,' was the mantra in her mind at the time.
- Coral, her attacker ingnoring her in favor of the greater threat.
ETA: to edit typo. Thanks CD. I blame the meds.
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm
May have to revise it.
Meanwhile, on the other end of the battlefield-slash-city.
Juliet Nao Zhang stared at the polearm, along its shaft, to the arm holding it and then along that to the head and torso of its wielder. She wasn't staring because of the cyborg martial artist's sheer bulk, or the speed and skill he'd exhibited in their brief joust ...
She was staring because her Robe had flickered out on her moments ago, and she'd only managed to avoid getting impaled on one of the pointy ends of that pneumatic pike/spear through sheer instinct ...
That still left her momentarily on the ground, without the enhancements of her Pearl Robe, with an enemy that had almost matched her in speed when she'd worn it and could have possibly overpowered her where sheer strength was concerned. As it was, with her back to 'normal' for some reason, her options were severely limited.
Fortunately, her Aswad opponent seemed as taken aback by the sudden disappearance as she was, and adrenalin was giving her a bit of an edge at the moment.
Unfortunately, it wasn't just herself who was in this sort of situation. If it were just her, she'd have taken the chance to try and make a run for it, but ...
Everything seemed to suddenly freeze, including her own body.
She'd felt this before, always when there was a sort of edge to the situation, either one of fear or of excitement. If was like something had suddenly stopped the world, and for a moment she was absolutely aware ...
Of the tension in her attacker's cybernetic limbs that was a prelude to motion, the confused Corals and other two Pearls still trying to put up a defensive peremiter within the Garderobe grounds proper even without their Robes, the oddly distorted laughter and the whisper of air as one of the other Aswad cyborgs brought a barbed metal whip around.
The weapon trailed drops of blood from where it had cut into one of the Corals.
The world rushed back into motion with a deluge of sound and motion, and a sick realization as the Coral in question collapsed without as much as a sound. Controversely, the sound of the lenses of her spectacles shattering as they fell to the pavement was almost deafening.
Or was that the staccato that followed immediately after, almost lifting the whip wielder into the air as red-hot sparks of molten metal flashed across his/her armor.
The cyborg dove to the left as it's right arm went back ...
Not because he/she was getting ready to retaliate against whoever had attacked, but because it had been blown clear off the shoulder it had been attached to.
The Aswad's scream of pain hurled the situation back into motion, even as Juliet scrambled towards the downed -
'Gods, I hope she'd just injured,' was the mantra in her mind at the time.
- Coral, her attacker ingnoring her in favor of the greater threat.
ETA: to edit typo. Thanks CD. I blame the meds.
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm