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"The rules are simple. Strike me at least once in any manner of your choice, excluding weapons, and you win. 3v1; should be fair, right? I won't even use my light. We will begin after stretches."
The newly formed fireteam stood in a rough circle on a crucible sponsored practice ring, and were going through a quick routine of stretches; cramps often sucked worse than dying. They had all stripped down to plain form-fitting suits to promote a more fair battle, as Fox's armor made the novices' look like a flimsy plastic bag that they had put on over their heads.
When he had finally removed his helmet, Gale and Sverre had to suppress the urge to gasp at Fox's visage. His face was handsome, but marred by countless scars, including one that stretched from his left temple to his right cheekbone. His hair was a platinum blonde, and was cut short. None of that was altogether surprising. When one was a being that was practically undying and could be revived over and over again, one tended to accumulate MANY death scars. And guardians came in all sorts of various shapes and sizes, so the hair and looks was also not out of the norm.
What was Most striking, however, were his eyes. One was a burning golden, the other was an electric blue. Heterochromia is rare itself, but then so were having iris colors so bright that they glowed.
Sverre, tearing his gaze away from the Gunslinger, couldn't resist commenting, "So, what do we get if we win?" He had to know, if only to weigh whether or not this deserved his full attention, or if he should just blow this exercise off.
Fox shrugged, and said plainly, "The knowledge of the fact that you just won. Pride?"
Sverre exhaled. He was clearly not pleased with the answer. Immediately, he stopped stretching and snorted, "Fine, let's just get this over with then."
"I would finish your stretches, human. I know not of your psychological tolerance to pain, but it is most uncomfortable when my servos seize, and lock-up," Redacted-XX stated, matter-of-factly.
"Relax, you glorified Frame, it's not like this is rea-"
The world suddenly dropped out from under his feet, and where he had been looking at Redacted-XX, he suddenly found that he was staring up at the lights on the ceiling. Then, a crushing force came down upon his gut, and his body slammed into the mat. Hard.
The wind rushed from his lungs, and pain racked his body. A shadow crossed over his vision. Fox was standing over the fallen Bladedancer.
"I see that you're done with your stretches, Newborn. You also had no guard whatsoever, that didn't even take me two seconds," Fox scolded.
Sverre barely managed to gasp out, "D-damn... y-you..."
Fox smiled down at him condescendingly. Then, realization dawned on his face, as if he remembered something important.
"Ah, yes! I almost forgot to mention! If none of you can get a real hit in on me in five minutes, you lose, and you're all failing and going back to the academy for another year."
Redacted-XX clenched his fists, his face remaining relatively passive.
Gale started in shock, then grit her teeth in grim determination. I can't fail here! I have to hit him! But how? He's so fast. He was able to drop Sverre, the fastest of the three of us, before I could even blink.
For a minute, all was quiet. Fox retreated to the center of the mat, allowing Sverre to struggle back to his feet.
One hit. One hit was all it took to make me feel like I'd just played chicken with a Striker running at full steam and forgot how to turn. Was he even trying?
While the Gunslinger fought to regain his bearings, Fox wasted no time. He wasn't going to play the role of some karate monk and just stand there while his disciples tried to take something from his hand. Either they were going to be the aggressor, or he was. When you were fighting the minions of the dark, losing your momentum meant being outnumbered, overwhelmed, killed, and stripped of all of your light.
In the span of less than two seconds he was upon Gale and swinging. The Warlock had been smart enough to immediately set her stance and put her weight on her back foot in a defensive stance. Immediately, she pivoted her body toward the right to cause Fox's right hook to miss... and then realized that it had been a feint. The unstoppable Gunslinger pulled back his right arm and kicked with a vicious left roundhouse on Gale's now exposed gut.
The kick sent the awoken flying back 5 yards away, coughing and wheezing.
Fox moved onto his next target. His sharp eyes scanned the unmoving Titan, who's stance was perfectly centered and lowered down to shift his center of gravity. It was a stance all defenders knew almost on instinct. When they entered said stance, it was said that even the most unstoppable force would break against the Titan. Fox knew it well -many Hunters and Warlocks begrudgingly praised its usefulness-, and with only a little more practice on how to control light, he knew that Redacted-XX could reach the next stage with ease and create a Dome of Light.
-Strikers and Defenders are both, surprisingly, required to be taught extra classes in the study of physics. Strikers rely heavily on momentum to be able to leap or charge with their various arc-based abilities. Defenders, inversely, must learn inertia and friction, as their abilities rely on being unmovable and unbreakable. -
But, for now, Redacted-XX could barely summon the light enough for a shield, and Fox didn't have to break his stance either.
"Just above four minutes left, guys. C'mon and show me what you got!"
He simply ignored the Defender. If Redacted moved, his entire form would be thrown off, Fox knew. Skilled ones could maintain a controlled balance while still in motion, but Redacted-XX wasn't experienced enough yet to master it.
Fox went back to the recently recovered Sverre. He lashed out with a flurry of jabs and crosses that the Bladedancer was barely able to avoid, and only with a significant boost from what little light he was able to call upon.
Jab-Jab-Cross-Jab-Cross-Hook-Jab-Jab...
"Good. Excellent dodging, but can you match with an equally impressive offensive?"
Sverre couldn't possibly have hoped to mount a counter attack, not while in the middle of the storm of Fox's furious fists. As each moment passed, Sverre could feel the strength leaving his body at an alarming rate. Overuse of light could cause fatigue and loss of consciousness, Sverre had heard. Worse yet, if the user were somehow able to maintain consciousness, they could risk losing every last ounce of light within them and then dying. One thing that the unfortunate fools who die of overuse of light forget is that it was that very light that was keeping them alive and not going back to how their Ghost had found them -dead and rotting.
After his reserves ran out, Sverre felt fatigued to his very bones. He was about to collapse, but his slowed reflexes would prove to be his end first. One of Fox's jabs caught the Bladedancer on the chin. It was a glancing blow, but enough to throw off his balance, and a half second later Fox's right cross slammed directly on his sternum. Once again, Sverre found himself on his back. Fox backed off to the center of the mat. He noticed, disappointedly, that Redacted-XX had yet to move at all.
"If this keeps up, I just might throw in a mercy rule... I'd rather not have to send you all to your first deaths on our first sparring match," Fox taunted.
H-how...? How can we beat him? Sverre panicked, fighting through the pain. He could feel something rising up within him. He's too fast, too skilled, too experienced. I-I can't... No, I won't... I-
Gale had gotten up and shook off the fog that clouded her pain racked mind and gut. She hurriedly analyzed the situation, feeling just as distraught as Sverre.
...I don't see any chinks in his defenses. Nothing! The only place is his blind spot on the back of his head, but he's too fast. We're too busy just trying to dodge his fists in front of him to be able to get behind him. How can any one person-...
Gale had come to a realization. She glanced around at her teammates: Redacted was standing as still as a statue, and Sverre was struggling to get back up.
...So that's your angle, huh? She looked to Fox. As if he knew she was looking at him, his own eyes met her gaze. The Voidwalkers breath caught in her throat. She fought to push down her emotions and readied herself for another attack.
"Three minutes. I think it's ov-"
"-Not yet!" Gale shouted. "Bring it on, I've still got fight left!"
She swore she saw a proud smile on Fox's face before it was quickly replaced with a face of implacable strength. He lunged forward. It looked reckless, but Gale knew that it was just a feint. She quickly started scooting toward her left -towards Redacted-XX- while keeping her eyes on the Vanguard Hunter that was throwing wild swings in her direction. She kept a safe distance -as safe as she could manage- from the hunter.
After a few seconds of dancing around, Gale found herself in front of Redacted-XX, whom seemed unfazed by the fact that the fight was finally coming toward him. She stood still for a moment, waiting on Fox. The Gunslinger threw a powerful haymaker that looked like it could put her out for days if it connected. But she wouldn't give him the chance.
3...2...1...Now!
At the last moment, Gale dove out of the way. Fox's punch barely missed her, and instead over-extended toward Redacted-XX. The Defender was more than ready for the hit, and raising his huge arms he took the already weakened blow. Fox shuddered upon contact, his failed all-in attack having been stopped like he punched a steel wall.
Gale went in for the kill, so to speak. She planned on capitalizing on Fox's moment of shock to hit him.
Raising her palm up, she stepped up and thrust it forward with a burst of her own light flowing through it. She didn't have to make direct contact, only just close enough to hit him, and then she would-
"Nice try, but not quite good enough."
Her palm was stopped a foot from his face, too far for her special warlock melee to do little more than give him a slight caress of his cheek. The blocked punch hadn't stunned him nearly as much as Gale thought it would.
" You look too much into your opponents, thinking you can read them. You don't realize that your opponents can do the very same. You didn't think that I knew that Redacted-XX was already there?" Fox questioned.
However, he would give the trapped Warlock no time to respond as he reared up his leg and shot it out in a brutal side kick to Gale's hip. The blow didn't hurt as much as a gut shot, but it still sent her spinning away, long enough for Fox to disengage from the Exo and dodge a half-assed punch that went sailing over his head. Footsteps reached his ears.
"Don't forget about me!" Sverre roared from behind Fox.
Fox dove forward and rolled to his feet to face the charging Bladedancer. Fox raised his eyebrows at what he saw. Sverre was unrestrained, and lacked all semblance of discipline, but the occasional flash of blue that crackled about his body was a telltale sign to Fox that Sverre had entered a combat trance. His body shook and jittered with unleashed arc light. Like Redacted-XX, Sverre's version of his respective sub-class was still in its basic form, as it lacked a controlled mind, a full coating of armor-like arc light, and the most important part -the blade. However, he would still be a force to reckon with.
He was blindingly fast, much faster than Fox, probably. In a half second, Fox went from full offense to on the defensive. Fox was pushed to his physical limits to block or dodge Sverre's onslaught.
But just as soon as it started, it was over. A mere few seconds later, Sverre's arc light was completely used up, and he fell unconscious mid-punch. He hit the mat face first and skidded forward to Fox's feet.
Fox sighed, and thought to himself, Too bad, another handful of moments and he might've gotten me. This group has talent, but no cohe-
And then Fox realized where he was. The Bladedancer had drove him back to his teammates again!
A massive hand reached out, and instead of risking missing with a punch, clenched down onto the Gunslingers arm. Fox kicked outward with his leg, and it connected with the Exo's side, but unlike the other two, Redacted-XX only flinched a little, his grip unwavering.
Fox discovered his mistake, but it was too late. His threat did not lie with the Exo, but with the Warlock that was already mid-thrust.
"Take this!"
Fox pivoted, trying to dodge the blow. As fast as he was, he still could not dodge it completely. The strike glanced off his side, and he felt a powerful punch-like force slam against it.
Moving with the force of the hit, Fox spun and smashed the back of heel into the side of Gale's head. He then completed the turn and faced Titan in front of him. Redacted-XX tried reaching with his other hand to restrain the Fox, but he was far too slow. With his free hand, Fox crouched and swung upwards with all his might. The blow connected under the Exo's chin, just like it had with Gale, and hit so hard that it even caused the heavy Titan to nearly lift up off the ground. Detecting a serious amount of damage, Redacted-XX's internal systems immediately shut down to prevent any self-inflicted harm to his now weakened spinal and cranial areas.
Long story short, Redacted-XX was also out cold.
Fox stood there, the last man standing. He had not even broken a sweat, had not used any of his light, and had only a dull throb in his side from the glancing blow Gale had landed.
But a glancing blow is still a blow. He smiled enthusiastically, and meandered over to Gale, whom was the only one still conscious. Leaning down, to face her, Fox said, "Looks like you passed. Excellent work! I'm sorry about not stopping after you had hit me, it's just instinctual to go on, y'know?" Fox paused, and then went on casually, "Rest up, our first patrol mission is tomorrow morning."
Gale let out a sigh of incredible relief, and then joined her new teammates in their realm of unconsciousness.
Aaaand it's finally done! And it's only like... two days late. Hoorah!
Tell me what you thought of this little fight scene. It's the first that I've ever attempted, and I'm a little anxious to find out if it's good enough to paint a vivid picture in your heads. I also feel that maybe that I took it a little too slow, not fast enough for a real fight scene. However, I also felt that I needed to get everyone's fighting styles down, y'know? To give you a feel of what they will be fighting like when I DO get to a fast-paced scene in here, so you won't have to be guessing.
Also! A little side note on naming (Why I picked those names/What do they mean):
Sverre: Means "wild" or "restless" in Norwegian. I figured his "Could-care-less" attitude, and volatile nature (as seen above) fit with name perfectly. Plus, it's a cool looking name! :P
Gale: Is a diminutive of "Abigail" whom was the beautiful and intelligent third wife of the Old Testament (Hebrew) King David. Though she isn't some old and long dead dudes third wife, she is most definitely intelligent, and considered quite beautiful amongst the Awoken. *WARNING* This in no way indicates my religious affiliation, I simply used the name 'cuz I like it. In fact, the only reason I know the above information is because I looked it up...
Redacted-XX: Redacted meaning "Removed" or "Censored." This is to say that the Exo has no real name -he gave himself none. He doesn't even have the numbers after the name!
Fox: Is most definitely NOT his real name, just one he goes by, for now (you will know what I mean later). It still fits him, given that he is a Hunter, so he's sneaky 'n fast. 'Nuff said.
As always, Please plz plz plz PLEASE review and fave and follower and etc. and more etc... It keeps me goin'!
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