Remiel
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Post by Remiel on Aug 12, 2013 0:53:58 GMT -5
It was not just his descent that Remiel planned to use to his advantage. While he was no more trained in martial arts than any civilian (well, he might have been, but at any rate his mind and his body remember not the moves for unarmed combat) he attempted a sort of flying kick, although considering his state, it was more of a falling kick. Furthermore, since the brute was too large and slamming into him would probably do nothing to upset his balance, he aimed for the nearest and most vulnerable target: the head.
BUH!
The result was mixed.
His feet slammed slightly above the giant's nape, and in the first few seconds it seemed ineffectual, for to the untrained youth the man's neck was like steel. Like a spring he held himself for a moment, as long as falling would let him, his knees folding his legs, his feet pressing... and then he did the second bit. He pushed himself off his hapless towering victim, himself launched one direction, the giant swaying towards the other. It didn't topple him, but it looked like it would give him a headache... and that was what Remiel felt, what he felt the giant feel. And then he felt what he should feel.
BAG!
Unfortunately, his maneuver was less than elegant, and he slammed into what remained of the wall of the shop, with no little force. He slid down to the ground, and here was the little surprise... "Ow... maybe this one should not have done that." Not that this one can think of anything else this one can do... The outwardly puny boy, who was supposed to suffer heavily from catapulting himself into such a hard surface, seemed unfazed, if slightly irritated, as he shook himself up.
Quickly he gained his bearings. There was another person there who did not seem like he was a bandit; he came off as... different, although Remiel was not sure if the metaphorical color he gave off was good or bad. At the very least he seemed to offer no ill will, and he was even warning him... of the bandits' comrades who were alerted, and were now... ganging up on him. He also noted the person who he thought of as the shop owner starting to get active.
He mentally sighed. While he did not usually wish harm on other people, no matter what crimes they may commit, it looked like he could do very little against this human behemoth, and that little he could do would always be nonlethal. But that was perfect, was it not? He did not have to worry about killing him, that was the good side to this things.
The sooner we stop this big guy, the sooner we can go to that other guy, the one with the strange aura, who might just be getting swamped... or perhaps... we would be coming to ensure he does not swamp the bandits too much. It was a gut feeling, but his gut feeling and his enduring physique were all he had, for now, and so he relied on them.
He considered his options hurriedly. Direct assault was out, considering the results of his reckless dive; the best option probably would be... while the humongous swordsman was confused from his attack, he should try to trip him or something... and so he did. Scrambling to make the best of the time he had remaining, the time before his inflicted migraine faded, he observed how the beast in man's skin swayed, and stoppered the appropriate foot with his own, speeding his enemy's literal face-to-face with the ground...
BAG!
He exhaled in relief; that little gamble actually paid off! He turned and saw a figure coming out from the shop. Oh, Mister Owner's up, although he does not look like an owner... he does not look like a bandit either. At the very least he looks okay, even though he is... bleeding. "Murder is not a very nice thing to do, sir." he quipped, perfectly seriously, as he speedily extricated his leg from his bulky victim, who was... Agh, while that clunky combination was successful, it doesn't look like it damaged him one bit. Well, it was inevitable, but he could have stayed longer on the ground. This one's luck seems to run only so much... the brute was getting back up, and he looked pissed.
But perhaps Mister Owner had a better means for securing a longer knockout? The best he could do was keeping him at bay... and he might not be doing a good job of it, actually.
"Is Fatty his name? This one thinks this one needs a bit of help with him." Dealing with him, more like. He smiled a wan smile, partly for Mister Owner's sake and partly for his own, and readied himself for the giant's outrage.
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