Elegant_Emotion
Really Experienced
- Joined
- May 1, 2014
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Hitting the wall with a dull thud, X-23 rose shakily from the ground, rivulets of blood running down her face. Within seconds her blood began to clot, and soon the only evidence of her injury was the drying streaks of red on her skin.
Leaping back into the fray her next flurry of slashes only managed to cut through the air, her target putting up a frustratingly canny defense. Slowly she drove him back, her claws flickering in and out at his eyes and throat. When he threw his head back away from the blades she snapped her leg up with a gymnasts flexibility, her foot connecting with the back of his head though the blade missed a killing blow.
As the man rolled to his feet she prepared to descend on him with another lethal attack when her ears twitched. At the last second she threw herself forward, arching her back to dodge the blast of searing plasma. Even without a direct hit the super heated air around the shot burned caused the back of her shirt to disintegrate in a brief flash of fire.
The flesh underneath was left a red smoking mess, and as she doubled over from the pain X-23 suddenly felt her arm wrenched to the side. A metal claw had latched onto her wrist, the other end attached to the smaller target. The muscles on her arm flexed as she tried to pull her arm back in, and despite her frame the man was forced to lean all his weight into it to not be pulled towards her.
Snarling angrily X-23 raised her other hand, about to sever the wire, when the first target was on her again. By this time the flesh on her back had returned to pale smooth skin, but with her arm restrained she couldn't dodge or use her speed. The man's punches pummeled X-23, causing her to fall to one knee as she tried to ward him off with her remaining free hand.
Leaping back into the fray her next flurry of slashes only managed to cut through the air, her target putting up a frustratingly canny defense. Slowly she drove him back, her claws flickering in and out at his eyes and throat. When he threw his head back away from the blades she snapped her leg up with a gymnasts flexibility, her foot connecting with the back of his head though the blade missed a killing blow.
As the man rolled to his feet she prepared to descend on him with another lethal attack when her ears twitched. At the last second she threw herself forward, arching her back to dodge the blast of searing plasma. Even without a direct hit the super heated air around the shot burned caused the back of her shirt to disintegrate in a brief flash of fire.
The flesh underneath was left a red smoking mess, and as she doubled over from the pain X-23 suddenly felt her arm wrenched to the side. A metal claw had latched onto her wrist, the other end attached to the smaller target. The muscles on her arm flexed as she tried to pull her arm back in, and despite her frame the man was forced to lean all his weight into it to not be pulled towards her.
Snarling angrily X-23 raised her other hand, about to sever the wire, when the first target was on her again. By this time the flesh on her back had returned to pale smooth skin, but with her arm restrained she couldn't dodge or use her speed. The man's punches pummeled X-23, causing her to fall to one knee as she tried to ward him off with her remaining free hand.