Post by hellcats on Nov 21, 2010 7:34:06 GMT -5
Her speed was great, and as the punch flew outwards the burst of energy from her shields only increased the effect. The effect however, being almost non existent. A large vibrating hum spread throughout the narrow hallway that both Hanabi and the well dressed man stood. A four foot trail of dug in wood sat behind them both, evidence of how far Hanabi's attack had pushed the stranger. The stranger in question who's single hand was enough to absorb the shock of Hanabi's powerful attack.
With a vice grip, the uniform clad man grabbed hold of Hanabi's wrist and hurdled her through the wall on his left. Landing a good distance down, she soon finds herself in the very bowels of the ship. A wide open area, nearly six-hundred feet in size with many large assortments of crates and containers. Only a moment later does the man come down as well, a mere twenty feet from her. "In this world where a child can be a monster, and a doddering old man can be a master at war, you put no thought behind who you strike." Slowly slipping away his suit jacket to reveal a tank top covering his built physique, he continued speaking in a steady monotone. "The damages you have caused will be repaired within the day, the damages you're about to incur, those will last a life time."
His body was sculpted for battle out of years of training and hardships. Though he looked of the rich and lazy sort, his strength was what brought him his wealth. "I am Duran," he mentioned, slipping a thin metal band around each knuckle like a protective layer. "Tell me your name, let us be civilized before I take your life." This was to be a battle of warriors. Though Duran did employ bandits and other criminal scum, he rarely found any among them worth noting. This women was an exception, he would have to put her down himself.
With a vice grip, the uniform clad man grabbed hold of Hanabi's wrist and hurdled her through the wall on his left. Landing a good distance down, she soon finds herself in the very bowels of the ship. A wide open area, nearly six-hundred feet in size with many large assortments of crates and containers. Only a moment later does the man come down as well, a mere twenty feet from her. "In this world where a child can be a monster, and a doddering old man can be a master at war, you put no thought behind who you strike." Slowly slipping away his suit jacket to reveal a tank top covering his built physique, he continued speaking in a steady monotone. "The damages you have caused will be repaired within the day, the damages you're about to incur, those will last a life time."
His body was sculpted for battle out of years of training and hardships. Though he looked of the rich and lazy sort, his strength was what brought him his wealth. "I am Duran," he mentioned, slipping a thin metal band around each knuckle like a protective layer. "Tell me your name, let us be civilized before I take your life." This was to be a battle of warriors. Though Duran did employ bandits and other criminal scum, he rarely found any among them worth noting. This women was an exception, he would have to put her down himself.