He seizes my wrists. I twist my hands to try and get his in turn, to prevent him throwing me off, but those spiked gauntlets make it an awkward grip. I try to slip the kick but can't, entirely, and it knocks me back, gives him that room he's been scrabbling for.
He may have room, but I don't intend to give him time. My footing's back in an instant and I'm launching myself back after him, feinting low before driving my fist towards his chin in an uppercut. He's armoured, and while it might not be as impenetrable as something Shellhead would wear, it's still a barrier. The jaw's my best bet of cutting through that, putting him out.
I have a hell of an uppercut. Comes of having the bones of the fist covered in metal. My own hidden brass knuckles, although brass doesn't even come close.
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Date: 2011-11-13 12:17 am (UTC)He may have room, but I don't intend to give him time. My footing's back in an instant and I'm launching myself back after him, feinting low before driving my fist towards his chin in an uppercut. He's armoured, and while it might not be as impenetrable as something Shellhead would wear, it's still a barrier. The jaw's my best bet of cutting through that, putting him out.
I have a hell of an uppercut. Comes of having the bones of the fist covered in metal. My own hidden brass knuckles, although brass doesn't even come close.