Post by Smiley on Apr 9, 2020 10:32:38 GMT -5
As Bucket continued to stay locked in their clash, feeling like he was going to lose anytime now to the super-powered mutant monkey, a brief moment of respite finally came to him when the tiny woman, whom he never expected to actually be that strong, threw a large wood beam directly at the ape, hitting its side with such force that it grew shortly stunned and, not only that, started trying to get away from him.
Bucket took that chance. He let him go!
The fishman needed his hands free to take the chance, as he swung his fists directly at the ape's face, looking to get two good slams right into its ugly, stupid face. 'Course, they were strong punches, but random, just him swinging his fists as hard as he could without actual technique behind it. A tool of distraction, really.
After all, as he landed the "One-Two" with his left fist last, he prepared his right hand: opening it up, to point his palm directly him. His muscles tightened, feet dug into the ground yet again as the "momentum" seemed to shift straight to Bucket.
He threw out a MUCH better attack. In fact, one that took his herculean power and added a great deal of technique to it, a palm strike directed at its left shoulder, intended on, if anything, serious damage to the joint. The giant knew how much apes liked to flail their arms about to attack so why not make sure that one of those joints is in extreme agony, only worsened whenever it moves?
Hopefully, it'd be a strike strong enough to bypass its unholy level of durability.
By that point, he heard "45 minutes". Supposedly, he'd need to hold on for that long, which wasn't anything too much. If that hit had worked as well as he'd hope, he would need to keep its right side busy, since the left is now in pain and slow, hard to control.
For that reason, since Bucket did need a bit more range against that ugly creature with long arms, he reached out to the beam that Morgan had thrown, finding it sturdy and big enough to wield.
Like a mace.
A mace he constantly spanked the monkey with, without much technique or finesse, no moves that would stand out above others, but smacks either way. After all, in legends, an Ogre's might and terror didn't lie in its techniques, but in its brutal power. It was, all the same, a terrifying existence in legends.
Forty-Five minutes had supposedly passed. Bucket could very much endure such a short amount of time, though he knew that, for all the constant smacking and distance-keeping he'd work hard on keeping, progress wasn't that great. Bruising to the ape who was clearly growing increasingly frustrated with the Fishman who had learned to evade its last method of attacking. Leaping, advancing, it all was put to the side, thanks to the relentless pressure he'd work hard on keeping.
"This better be good, grandpa!"
The big man growled, throwing that wood beam at the monkey in an effort to distract it, at least long enough until he, in blinding speeds - a level he had not shown so far, to the point where he vanished from the very ground he stood on, stopped right by the piece of wood.
To push was easy, using his large hands and strong legs, he was already making an effort, even if he had grown a bit tired, to put out as much strength as he could.
Bucket took that chance. He let him go!
The fishman needed his hands free to take the chance, as he swung his fists directly at the ape's face, looking to get two good slams right into its ugly, stupid face. 'Course, they were strong punches, but random, just him swinging his fists as hard as he could without actual technique behind it. A tool of distraction, really.
After all, as he landed the "One-Two" with his left fist last, he prepared his right hand: opening it up, to point his palm directly him. His muscles tightened, feet dug into the ground yet again as the "momentum" seemed to shift straight to Bucket.
He threw out a MUCH better attack. In fact, one that took his herculean power and added a great deal of technique to it, a palm strike directed at its left shoulder, intended on, if anything, serious damage to the joint. The giant knew how much apes liked to flail their arms about to attack so why not make sure that one of those joints is in extreme agony, only worsened whenever it moves?
Hopefully, it'd be a strike strong enough to bypass its unholy level of durability.
By that point, he heard "45 minutes". Supposedly, he'd need to hold on for that long, which wasn't anything too much. If that hit had worked as well as he'd hope, he would need to keep its right side busy, since the left is now in pain and slow, hard to control.
For that reason, since Bucket did need a bit more range against that ugly creature with long arms, he reached out to the beam that Morgan had thrown, finding it sturdy and big enough to wield.
Like a mace.
A mace he constantly spanked the monkey with, without much technique or finesse, no moves that would stand out above others, but smacks either way. After all, in legends, an Ogre's might and terror didn't lie in its techniques, but in its brutal power. It was, all the same, a terrifying existence in legends.
Forty-Five minutes had supposedly passed. Bucket could very much endure such a short amount of time, though he knew that, for all the constant smacking and distance-keeping he'd work hard on keeping, progress wasn't that great. Bruising to the ape who was clearly growing increasingly frustrated with the Fishman who had learned to evade its last method of attacking. Leaping, advancing, it all was put to the side, thanks to the relentless pressure he'd work hard on keeping.
"This better be good, grandpa!"
The big man growled, throwing that wood beam at the monkey in an effort to distract it, at least long enough until he, in blinding speeds - a level he had not shown so far, to the point where he vanished from the very ground he stood on, stopped right by the piece of wood.
To push was easy, using his large hands and strong legs, he was already making an effort, even if he had grown a bit tired, to put out as much strength as he could.