07-24-2014, 07:59 AM
Barry’s rattled foe found a way to gather his courage and stand up to the beast of a man, drawing a large knife from his belt and holding it up in front of his body, as if warning Barry to stay away. Barry scoffed at the gesture and raised his powerful arms into a guard. He was used to dealing with armed foes – people were always keeping short blades and knuckledusters on them in bar scraps. Hoping the shock from his sudden entrance hadn’t completely passed from the man, Barry took a quick step forward, a juke.
His opponent stutter-stepped backward but kept his knife outstretched. So, he thinks he’s safe with that blade, eh? Barry dropped his guard down a bit and circled ‘round his foe. The guardsman, sensing an attack of opportunity, lunged forward with a stab. Clang! Barry’s arms came up at the last moment, deflecting the attack off his left wrist guard. He winced a bit as the blade followed past his forearm and pushed across the back of his tricep, inflicting a shallow cut. Barry roared as he counterattacked, connecting with a straight shot to the man’s face from out of his guard. He shoved the man’s outstretched arm aside and followed through – left! Right! Left! Right! Titanic blows rained down on the unfortunate guardsman, and in a few short seconds, the knife fell from his hand, and he fell to the ground in a crumpled heap.
Barry reached down and snatched the knife from the man’s hand – there was no resistance. He had punched his foe unconscious. Tossing the blade aside, Barry finally took a glance at the injuries he had suffered. It was a long cut that seeped blood, but it wasn’t deep. Just a scratch, Barry decided. He left his crippled foe where he lay and was about to turn his attention to the woman he had shoved the guy into. His plan was to maybe sneak up behind her and put her in an arm lock or something to subdue her and get some information…
“Oy. Nevermind,” Barry said out loud to himself, upon watching his target go up in flames from Ray’s magic. Guess I’ve played my part here…
His opponent stutter-stepped backward but kept his knife outstretched. So, he thinks he’s safe with that blade, eh? Barry dropped his guard down a bit and circled ‘round his foe. The guardsman, sensing an attack of opportunity, lunged forward with a stab. Clang! Barry’s arms came up at the last moment, deflecting the attack off his left wrist guard. He winced a bit as the blade followed past his forearm and pushed across the back of his tricep, inflicting a shallow cut. Barry roared as he counterattacked, connecting with a straight shot to the man’s face from out of his guard. He shoved the man’s outstretched arm aside and followed through – left! Right! Left! Right! Titanic blows rained down on the unfortunate guardsman, and in a few short seconds, the knife fell from his hand, and he fell to the ground in a crumpled heap.
Barry reached down and snatched the knife from the man’s hand – there was no resistance. He had punched his foe unconscious. Tossing the blade aside, Barry finally took a glance at the injuries he had suffered. It was a long cut that seeped blood, but it wasn’t deep. Just a scratch, Barry decided. He left his crippled foe where he lay and was about to turn his attention to the woman he had shoved the guy into. His plan was to maybe sneak up behind her and put her in an arm lock or something to subdue her and get some information…
“Oy. Nevermind,” Barry said out loud to himself, upon watching his target go up in flames from Ray’s magic. Guess I’ve played my part here…
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