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stickmaker) wrote2010-03-29 01:21 pm
stickmaker) wrote2010-03-29 01:21 pm
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Superhuman Battles
Too many fights between people with more than human capabilities - whether in comics or writings - simply portray the action as like a normal fight, but moreso. Sorry, once you get above a certain level that no longer seems *ahem* realistic. You need something more like this (language):
There was definitely something approaching, taking a direct route _through_ the building. Proctor turned back to the boy with a snarl, raising his fist, deciding to finish him before this new threat arrived. Before he could start the punch a section of the wall burst inwards, heading straight towards him. Proctor swatted the reinforced concrete aside. To find Argent right behind it. Her kick sent him flying not only from the room but completely out of the building.
"You okay?" said Argent, looking down at Andy.
"Just beaten up a bit," he said. He stood, though with some difficulty. He gave a short laugh and winced. "He keeps underestimating others."
"Well, I'm going to see he gets a lesson in humility."
She flickered away, leaving so quickly the air rushed into the vacuum she left, producing trailing thunder.
"Fuck..." said Verdigris, faintly, as he stared after her. "We may not see that guy alive again. Or even in one piece."
Outside, on the huge, formerly perfect lawn, Proctor stood, preparing himself, at the end of a series of divots his path had formed before he slid to a stop. He cursed himself. He had let the boy occupy his attention for too long. His plan had been to slaughter the team, driving Argent into a mindless frenzy so she would be easy prey. No matter; he could still defeat the woman. The task would simply be a bit more difficult. Then finish the othe...
Here she came, sooner than he expected, and moving more quickly. However, she charged straight in, flying fast but telegraphing her movements. He readied himself.
Suddenly, Argent touched the ground with the toe of one shoe, sending a strip of turf flying like a curl of wood from a plane. This abruptly changed her course, towards a security barrier. She kicked off from that, shattering the concrete, producing another abrupt change in direction. Straight towards him again, but now from the side. Proctor spun around, trying to meet the attack, as Argent flipped and kicked.
The blow hurt Proctor far more than he was expecting. This wasn't just a physical strike; she was doing something to transfer momentum without harm to herself. For the first time he felt a flicker of doubt... which he firmly extinguished. So what if she was more powerful than expected, and her powers not quite what he had thought. He was at least as powerful and the philosophy he followed gave him a major advantage.
Proctor twisted in the air, preparing for a controlled landing. Instead, he slammed into the ground - still moving laterally at high speed - due to a strike by Argent, who came down on top of him with both feet. Proctor hit, dug a short furrow in the soft ground, bounced back into the air, hit again, and slid to a stop.
He tried to stand, but was caught by a charging strike, Argent hitting with both fists. Only...
No! Not Argent... That damnable Apex! How had he...?!
This time it _was_ Argent. Grabbing his arm as he hurled by and swinging him into a large tree. An oak, by the resilience. The trunk shattered, wood splinters whizzing through the air. Stunned, Proctor tumbled limply to the ground. The attacks stopped. After a few seconds he was able to look up, and saw at least half the team arrayed around him. Including some he had thought finished.
"Thanks for the assist, Apex," said Argent, not taking her eyes off Proctor.
"Like you needed it," Apex replied, with a smirk. "Bad boy, here, definitely bit off more than he could chew. Even taking us by surprise he barely held his own. Once you showed up and gave us a breather..."
"You... can't beat... me..." said Proctor, struggling to rise and failing. "I am in the top echelon... of..."
"A group of egotistical bigots who keep getting their asses handed to them by people they claim to be superior to," said Argent.
"We are gods!" Proctor screamed, actually managing to get to his knees.
"We're the Defense," said Andy, smiling. "We make gods cry."
There was definitely something approaching, taking a direct route _through_ the building. Proctor turned back to the boy with a snarl, raising his fist, deciding to finish him before this new threat arrived. Before he could start the punch a section of the wall burst inwards, heading straight towards him. Proctor swatted the reinforced concrete aside. To find Argent right behind it. Her kick sent him flying not only from the room but completely out of the building.
"You okay?" said Argent, looking down at Andy.
"Just beaten up a bit," he said. He stood, though with some difficulty. He gave a short laugh and winced. "He keeps underestimating others."
"Well, I'm going to see he gets a lesson in humility."
She flickered away, leaving so quickly the air rushed into the vacuum she left, producing trailing thunder.
"Fuck..." said Verdigris, faintly, as he stared after her. "We may not see that guy alive again. Or even in one piece."
Outside, on the huge, formerly perfect lawn, Proctor stood, preparing himself, at the end of a series of divots his path had formed before he slid to a stop. He cursed himself. He had let the boy occupy his attention for too long. His plan had been to slaughter the team, driving Argent into a mindless frenzy so she would be easy prey. No matter; he could still defeat the woman. The task would simply be a bit more difficult. Then finish the othe...
Here she came, sooner than he expected, and moving more quickly. However, she charged straight in, flying fast but telegraphing her movements. He readied himself.
Suddenly, Argent touched the ground with the toe of one shoe, sending a strip of turf flying like a curl of wood from a plane. This abruptly changed her course, towards a security barrier. She kicked off from that, shattering the concrete, producing another abrupt change in direction. Straight towards him again, but now from the side. Proctor spun around, trying to meet the attack, as Argent flipped and kicked.
The blow hurt Proctor far more than he was expecting. This wasn't just a physical strike; she was doing something to transfer momentum without harm to herself. For the first time he felt a flicker of doubt... which he firmly extinguished. So what if she was more powerful than expected, and her powers not quite what he had thought. He was at least as powerful and the philosophy he followed gave him a major advantage.
Proctor twisted in the air, preparing for a controlled landing. Instead, he slammed into the ground - still moving laterally at high speed - due to a strike by Argent, who came down on top of him with both feet. Proctor hit, dug a short furrow in the soft ground, bounced back into the air, hit again, and slid to a stop.
He tried to stand, but was caught by a charging strike, Argent hitting with both fists. Only...
No! Not Argent... That damnable Apex! How had he...?!
This time it _was_ Argent. Grabbing his arm as he hurled by and swinging him into a large tree. An oak, by the resilience. The trunk shattered, wood splinters whizzing through the air. Stunned, Proctor tumbled limply to the ground. The attacks stopped. After a few seconds he was able to look up, and saw at least half the team arrayed around him. Including some he had thought finished.
"Thanks for the assist, Apex," said Argent, not taking her eyes off Proctor.
"Like you needed it," Apex replied, with a smirk. "Bad boy, here, definitely bit off more than he could chew. Even taking us by surprise he barely held his own. Once you showed up and gave us a breather..."
"You... can't beat... me..." said Proctor, struggling to rise and failing. "I am in the top echelon... of..."
"A group of egotistical bigots who keep getting their asses handed to them by people they claim to be superior to," said Argent.
"We are gods!" Proctor screamed, actually managing to get to his knees.
"We're the Defense," said Andy, smiling. "We make gods cry."