Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2013 15:55:31 GMT -5
Benedict saw Riku lock eyes with the larger of the two bodyguards, a fact that gave the doctor a healthy amount of relief. Looking at the other guard, Benedict saw that he had drawn his weapons; a pair of wickedly curved kukri. Benedict had no doubt the guard had much better training than he did, but the doctor knew what to do about that.
Drawing Stinger and one of his daggers, Benedict adopted a deliberately unstable stance and began hopping around exaggeratedly. "Y-you want some of this?" the doctor stammered and whined in mock fear, "C-come on, I'll f-finish you off!"
The guard took one look at Benedict and laughed out loud. "Don't worry, sir," the guard said, not taking his eyes off Benedict, "This won't take long." The guard charged forward, kukri ready to disembowel the doctor.
As the guard drew too close to stop or change direction, Benedict stopped bouncing and took a deft step out of his way. The guard's suprise was evident as he sailed past the doctor, taking a stab from Stinger in his left arm on the way by.
The guard recovered quickly enough, but was surprised when the kukri he held in his left hand dropped to the deck. "What did you do to me?" the guard demanded, his right kukri raised defensively before him as his left arm hung limp at his side.
"Something I'm about to do several more times," Benedict said calmly, willing his body to change. The doctor's field of view widened as his eyes grew in size and number, his mustache turning into a pair of mandibles as his eyebrows became antenae. Benedict felt his skin harden as he unbuttoned two small flaps on either side of his shirt at the base of his ribs, allowing a second pair of arms to sprout forth without harming his clothes. His wings grew out of four holes in the back of his shirt, which were concealed by his jacket, which he cast aside to allow his wings to beat. He felt his abdomen grow from the base of his spine, pushing his shirt up and his pants slightly lower.
Drawing his remaining daggers, Benedict adopted a stable stance, motioning the guard forward. Obviously intimidated, the man was still brave or foolhardy enough to charge at Benedict again. The doctor was able to deflect the guard's blade with Stinger and lock the kukri with his three daggers before plunging Stinger into the guard's right shoulder, causing him to drop his remaining weapon.
Quickly sheathing his weapons, Benedict grabbed the guard by his shirt with all four arms and dragged him to the ship's ramp, kicking the screaming man down to the dock. His work done, Benedict looked to his captain and crewmate to check their progress.
Drawing Stinger and one of his daggers, Benedict adopted a deliberately unstable stance and began hopping around exaggeratedly. "Y-you want some of this?" the doctor stammered and whined in mock fear, "C-come on, I'll f-finish you off!"
The guard took one look at Benedict and laughed out loud. "Don't worry, sir," the guard said, not taking his eyes off Benedict, "This won't take long." The guard charged forward, kukri ready to disembowel the doctor.
As the guard drew too close to stop or change direction, Benedict stopped bouncing and took a deft step out of his way. The guard's suprise was evident as he sailed past the doctor, taking a stab from Stinger in his left arm on the way by.
The guard recovered quickly enough, but was surprised when the kukri he held in his left hand dropped to the deck. "What did you do to me?" the guard demanded, his right kukri raised defensively before him as his left arm hung limp at his side.
"Something I'm about to do several more times," Benedict said calmly, willing his body to change. The doctor's field of view widened as his eyes grew in size and number, his mustache turning into a pair of mandibles as his eyebrows became antenae. Benedict felt his skin harden as he unbuttoned two small flaps on either side of his shirt at the base of his ribs, allowing a second pair of arms to sprout forth without harming his clothes. His wings grew out of four holes in the back of his shirt, which were concealed by his jacket, which he cast aside to allow his wings to beat. He felt his abdomen grow from the base of his spine, pushing his shirt up and his pants slightly lower.
Drawing his remaining daggers, Benedict adopted a stable stance, motioning the guard forward. Obviously intimidated, the man was still brave or foolhardy enough to charge at Benedict again. The doctor was able to deflect the guard's blade with Stinger and lock the kukri with his three daggers before plunging Stinger into the guard's right shoulder, causing him to drop his remaining weapon.
Quickly sheathing his weapons, Benedict grabbed the guard by his shirt with all four arms and dragged him to the ship's ramp, kicking the screaming man down to the dock. His work done, Benedict looked to his captain and crewmate to check their progress.