9-Volt turned to the tap on his shoulder thinking it was an ally. He realised a smidgen to late it was not as Aidan’s fist greeted his face. He heard his own nose break under the upercut's impact and steadied his flight up and away from the half naked warrior. Only to have him jump on up and grab him by the shoulder and hang there face to face.
“Sound angel my ass.” He commented before wiping his arm outwards letting himself fall. 9-volt could not believe the pain he felt in his wing. As he lost balance and fell to the earth he saw but did not truly believe. There was a long bloody gash on the thing feather having been sliced CLEAN.
Adain having reached down sooner he leapt back up to where 9-votl had mostly regained balance from his damaged wing. Of course, having a monk’s fist burst threw the appendage shattering bone, ripping threw flesh and coming out with a fist full of feathers did not help. The pain stopped him just log enough for Aidan to remove his and grabbing the wing from the inside and start spinning 9-volt around, further ripping it apart. It did not take long for them to stop there decent from the sheer centrifugal force. Even if the shredding of the sound angel’s wing constantly shifted the diameter. Aidan could only chuckle as he let go. He had not even time for the second syllable to reach his own ears before it was drowned out by the sound of the other hitting the ground.
He continued to chuckle as he fell he foot extended and aiming for his opponent’s head. His arm extended ready to claw at him if he was caught. He did have those hard as dragon talon and just as sharp nails for a reason.
[ June 30, 2005, 07:38 AM: Message edited by: Repster:The Flame of Destruction ] |