Post by Angra Mainyu on Oct 26, 2009 20:21:03 GMT -5
Clumps of dirt getting stuck in the threads of his boots, Angra dreaded through the forest he stumbled upon, fairly surprised to see a forest located in a city, having absolutely no clue that it was considered the Empress' territory. Enjoying himself at the moment seeing how it resembled his home scenery more, Angra looked through a small hole in a bush, seeing a deer grazing. Surprising him further that animals thrived in this forest, he moved to a position so that the morning light wasn't obstructing his view of the deer. This actually solved his food issue, seeing how he always lived off the land his entire life. Reaching into his vest he pulled out a three inch long needle that was two inches thick. Kneeling down he held the need tightly in his fist, watching the deer silently graze for a moment. Throwing the needle forward he whistled simultaneously, making the deer lift its head, alarmed by the sound. Though the moment it's head lifted up its was put into the path of the needle, the entire length of the needle entering through the deers eye. Involuntarily shaking for a moment the deer dropped to the ground, its left leg in the front twitching. Standing from behind the bushes he walked over to the deer, staring down at its leg that was twitching, only taking a few seconds until the leg became motionless. Kneeling down he grabbed the small bit of needle that was sticking out, quickly pulling it out. Suddenly he felt a very sharp pain in the back of his head, slowly falling forward as his vision drifted black.
Groaning at the sharp pain in the back of his head Angra opened his eyes, trying to focus on what was happening. Being that he was still a little out of it he wasn't sure why he couldn't move his arms down, both of them being suspended above his head. Finally managing to get his bearings he saw that he was being drug across the ground, a guard on each side of him dragging him by the arms. Using the advantage of surprise seeing how they weren't aware that he was awake he suddenly planted his knees on the ground and dropped his entire body, dead weight, to the ground. Stumbling forward the guards tried to keep themselves from falling, giving Angra time to jump back and check himself for any damages. The two guards were almost a foot shorter than Angra, one of them being a little thicker in muscle than the other one. Speaking with anger thick in his tone he started to stiffen his frame. “What is the meaning of this!? What gives you the right to strike me from behind?” The two guards chuckled from Angra's question, as if the answer was right in front of his face. Looking to the palace in front of him he realized that it was. No doubt it was the Empress' forest and being there or hunting in it was forbidden. The thinner one took another step forward to Angra, speaking in a slightly high pitched tone.
“Don't play dumb with us, everyone knows that hunting the Empress' game is a punishable crime. Lets rough him up, make sure he doesn't forget it.” The two guards began to snicker, the smaller one attempting to make a circle around Angra, letting his friend take the front. Standing with a completely straight posture, sticking his chest out and making it solid, he literally plowed right into the guard, pushing him to the ground. Taking a view steps back he looked to the two guards, his tone now very menacing.
“The smallest hint that you are about to strike me and I will brake you.” Inhaling deeply Angra's face started to turn read, veins forming on his forearms, biceps, neck, just about any area of skin that could be seen around his black jacket and pants had veins popping out. Once having every muscle tensed in his body he stood in a defensive stance, having both clenched fist raised up to the level of his chest, his right a little further out than his left. As the large guard laughed at his companion the small man stood up quickly enraged by his embarrassment. Charging at Angra he began to yell, raising his fist to strike Angra down. Throwing his first forward the guard attempted to land his punch into the center of Angra's face. Letting out a short tension releasing yell Angra slammed his fist hard into the mans nose, swinging so fast that the guard had absolutely no reaction time to do anything while mid strike. Dropping to the ground out cold Angra shuffled his feet, gritting his teeth as he tensed his body once again. “Leave me be or your next,” Angra warned, speaking through gritted teeth. Laughing the man whistled loudly, stepping over his collapsed friend to close some distance between himself and Angra.
“Don't worry, I won't be as careless as my friend.” Suddenly stepping into arms length of Angra the guard swung a punch, connecting it to his right cheek. He than followed up with a quick three piece, jabbing his left fist into Angra's stomach twice, following up with a right hook to Angra's chin. Stumbling back with a low growl rumbling in Angra's throat, his pain stricken face stared at the guards. Resuming the same defensive position he tensed his body all over, watching the guard advance. Swinging a quick right jab the guard landed another hit to Angra's face making him stumble back. Stepping forward he swung his elbow up wards, hitting the bottom of Angra's chin. Growling again Angra shook off his blurry vision and resumed his same stance, tensing his body all over. Two guards coming from two different sides of the palace, answering the whistle they had heard, looked on to see the fight unfolding. Going to aid the man that was out cold on the ground they hooted and hollered to their friend fighting. The larger guard that managed to land a considerable amount of blows on Angra took a step forward, reaching forward to take hold of Angra's hair. Suddenly Angra let out a scream, swaying his body to the side and delivered a crushing blow into the mans elbow, releasing the tension from his pain into the point of contact. Or as his people would put it, releasing your inner energy into the point of contact. A loud snap was heard as the section from his elbow to the tip of his fingers fell limb, a scream bellowing from the guards lungs. Pausing for a slight moment to tense his body again Angra let out another scream, slamming his fist hard into the mans throat, delivering two more shots to his cut all the while letting out little screams with each strike. Buckling to his knees the guard started to gasp for air, holding one hand to his throat as the other held his stomach. Letting his body fall loose Angra shuffled backwards, settling back away from the guard in his same defensive stance.
“Your just as careless. I tell you all now, leave me be. You four are not a match to take me down!” Angra stated this rather furiously, still angered that they expected him to roll over after they blind sided him.
“How about all of us?” A voice questioned from inside the palace, a man emerging to descend down the stairs in the front, followed by about seven other guards. “Is eleven enough to take you down?” The man asked with a snicker, the group of guards snickering right alongside him. He guessed that these guards were rather bored, not too many people were stupid enough to attack the palace. Looking to all the men Angra took a step or two backwards, scanning his eyes over every guard that now stood in front of him. Letting a low smirk form on his face he bent his knees slightly, moving his left fist farther back from his right.
“Only one way to find out.” Looking at him as if he was crazy one of the guards took it upon himself to advance forward, ready to start this brawl. Swinging two left jabs followed by a right hook, Angra managed to weave every one, ducking the last hook. As he came back up he moved forward some, lunging up so that the top of his head slammed into the mans chin. Than as he came down from this lunge he brought his right elbow down on the top of his head. Without a second to breathe Angra leaned to the side to dodge an ax kick. Grabbing hold of leg with his right arm he brought his left palm down onto the mans knee, making it pop out of place. Than lifting the mans leg higher he kicked the leg he was standing on out from under him. Throwing his left arm up he blocked a right hook with his forearm, the guard throwing one hook after the other at Angra. Blocking each one with the appropriate forearm he finally caught one of the mans arms. Twisting it behind his back he slammed his palm into the guards shoulder blade, making him roughly hit the ground with a dislocated shoulder. Growling Angra fell forward onto his knees, receiving a crushing forearm to the back of his neck. Wasting no time to focus on his own pain he threw his legs under him to trip the man who struck him forward, rolling out of the way so that he didn't land on top of him. Quickly jumping to his feet he managed to duck right in time for a clothesline not to connect with his face. Leaning forward he slammed his fist into a guards face that was attempting to strike him, quickly sliding his right foot backwards so that he could turn easily to strike anyone coming up on his back.
“Give up you fool! Theres too many of us for you to handle!!” The guard who first spoke for the larger group was still standing on the steps, watching the fight unfold. Though he knew he was right, he was very surprised to see how well this man knew how to fight. Any average individual would have had trouble with the first two. Motioning a guard to him that was standing back, hold his broken elbow with a twisted expression. “Go tell the Empress what is happening here, tell her that we need her insight on how to deal with this intruder once we get him down.” Nodding and taking off into the palace the guard who gave the order contemplated to himself. In his own view he didn't see it to be a wise move to let this man live. If he was too become part of the rebellion, if he wasn't already, he could foresee Joscelin finding very creative ways to use this mans abilities to his advantage. Still fending all the men off, starting to receive more blows as the circle closed tighter around him, desperately looking for a way out of the circle. The fighting paused for a moment, every guard and Angra himself breathing very heavy. Every guard stared at Angra as he stood very still, his eyes never resting in one spot. He knew if he didn't get himself out of this circle soon his chances of making an escape would be even less likely than they already were. Inhaling deeply Angra tensed his body all over like earlier, charging straight forward as his voice slowly built into a yell. Jumping in the air he let out a very loud scream, drop kicking a man in the chest as hard as he could. The man actually moved back with enough force to cause the four other guards behind him to fall over, almost like a stack of dominoes. Seeing his chance to get out of the circle Angra rolled forward onto his feet and darted for the hole he made in the circle. Attempting to jump over the men he had knocked down a guard managed to grab hold of Angra's foot, making him fall face forward on the ground. Pulling him hard back into the circle he sat down on his back as man after man piled on, some holding his legs out stretched as others held his arms in place. Struggling with all his might he only managed to shake the men, unable to get free from their grasp. Letting out a huff he settled is chin on the ground and ceased his struggling, much to sapped of strength to put up a fight any longer.
Groaning at the sharp pain in the back of his head Angra opened his eyes, trying to focus on what was happening. Being that he was still a little out of it he wasn't sure why he couldn't move his arms down, both of them being suspended above his head. Finally managing to get his bearings he saw that he was being drug across the ground, a guard on each side of him dragging him by the arms. Using the advantage of surprise seeing how they weren't aware that he was awake he suddenly planted his knees on the ground and dropped his entire body, dead weight, to the ground. Stumbling forward the guards tried to keep themselves from falling, giving Angra time to jump back and check himself for any damages. The two guards were almost a foot shorter than Angra, one of them being a little thicker in muscle than the other one. Speaking with anger thick in his tone he started to stiffen his frame. “What is the meaning of this!? What gives you the right to strike me from behind?” The two guards chuckled from Angra's question, as if the answer was right in front of his face. Looking to the palace in front of him he realized that it was. No doubt it was the Empress' forest and being there or hunting in it was forbidden. The thinner one took another step forward to Angra, speaking in a slightly high pitched tone.
“Don't play dumb with us, everyone knows that hunting the Empress' game is a punishable crime. Lets rough him up, make sure he doesn't forget it.” The two guards began to snicker, the smaller one attempting to make a circle around Angra, letting his friend take the front. Standing with a completely straight posture, sticking his chest out and making it solid, he literally plowed right into the guard, pushing him to the ground. Taking a view steps back he looked to the two guards, his tone now very menacing.
“The smallest hint that you are about to strike me and I will brake you.” Inhaling deeply Angra's face started to turn read, veins forming on his forearms, biceps, neck, just about any area of skin that could be seen around his black jacket and pants had veins popping out. Once having every muscle tensed in his body he stood in a defensive stance, having both clenched fist raised up to the level of his chest, his right a little further out than his left. As the large guard laughed at his companion the small man stood up quickly enraged by his embarrassment. Charging at Angra he began to yell, raising his fist to strike Angra down. Throwing his first forward the guard attempted to land his punch into the center of Angra's face. Letting out a short tension releasing yell Angra slammed his fist hard into the mans nose, swinging so fast that the guard had absolutely no reaction time to do anything while mid strike. Dropping to the ground out cold Angra shuffled his feet, gritting his teeth as he tensed his body once again. “Leave me be or your next,” Angra warned, speaking through gritted teeth. Laughing the man whistled loudly, stepping over his collapsed friend to close some distance between himself and Angra.
“Don't worry, I won't be as careless as my friend.” Suddenly stepping into arms length of Angra the guard swung a punch, connecting it to his right cheek. He than followed up with a quick three piece, jabbing his left fist into Angra's stomach twice, following up with a right hook to Angra's chin. Stumbling back with a low growl rumbling in Angra's throat, his pain stricken face stared at the guards. Resuming the same defensive position he tensed his body all over, watching the guard advance. Swinging a quick right jab the guard landed another hit to Angra's face making him stumble back. Stepping forward he swung his elbow up wards, hitting the bottom of Angra's chin. Growling again Angra shook off his blurry vision and resumed his same stance, tensing his body all over. Two guards coming from two different sides of the palace, answering the whistle they had heard, looked on to see the fight unfolding. Going to aid the man that was out cold on the ground they hooted and hollered to their friend fighting. The larger guard that managed to land a considerable amount of blows on Angra took a step forward, reaching forward to take hold of Angra's hair. Suddenly Angra let out a scream, swaying his body to the side and delivered a crushing blow into the mans elbow, releasing the tension from his pain into the point of contact. Or as his people would put it, releasing your inner energy into the point of contact. A loud snap was heard as the section from his elbow to the tip of his fingers fell limb, a scream bellowing from the guards lungs. Pausing for a slight moment to tense his body again Angra let out another scream, slamming his fist hard into the mans throat, delivering two more shots to his cut all the while letting out little screams with each strike. Buckling to his knees the guard started to gasp for air, holding one hand to his throat as the other held his stomach. Letting his body fall loose Angra shuffled backwards, settling back away from the guard in his same defensive stance.
“Your just as careless. I tell you all now, leave me be. You four are not a match to take me down!” Angra stated this rather furiously, still angered that they expected him to roll over after they blind sided him.
“How about all of us?” A voice questioned from inside the palace, a man emerging to descend down the stairs in the front, followed by about seven other guards. “Is eleven enough to take you down?” The man asked with a snicker, the group of guards snickering right alongside him. He guessed that these guards were rather bored, not too many people were stupid enough to attack the palace. Looking to all the men Angra took a step or two backwards, scanning his eyes over every guard that now stood in front of him. Letting a low smirk form on his face he bent his knees slightly, moving his left fist farther back from his right.
“Only one way to find out.” Looking at him as if he was crazy one of the guards took it upon himself to advance forward, ready to start this brawl. Swinging two left jabs followed by a right hook, Angra managed to weave every one, ducking the last hook. As he came back up he moved forward some, lunging up so that the top of his head slammed into the mans chin. Than as he came down from this lunge he brought his right elbow down on the top of his head. Without a second to breathe Angra leaned to the side to dodge an ax kick. Grabbing hold of leg with his right arm he brought his left palm down onto the mans knee, making it pop out of place. Than lifting the mans leg higher he kicked the leg he was standing on out from under him. Throwing his left arm up he blocked a right hook with his forearm, the guard throwing one hook after the other at Angra. Blocking each one with the appropriate forearm he finally caught one of the mans arms. Twisting it behind his back he slammed his palm into the guards shoulder blade, making him roughly hit the ground with a dislocated shoulder. Growling Angra fell forward onto his knees, receiving a crushing forearm to the back of his neck. Wasting no time to focus on his own pain he threw his legs under him to trip the man who struck him forward, rolling out of the way so that he didn't land on top of him. Quickly jumping to his feet he managed to duck right in time for a clothesline not to connect with his face. Leaning forward he slammed his fist into a guards face that was attempting to strike him, quickly sliding his right foot backwards so that he could turn easily to strike anyone coming up on his back.
“Give up you fool! Theres too many of us for you to handle!!” The guard who first spoke for the larger group was still standing on the steps, watching the fight unfold. Though he knew he was right, he was very surprised to see how well this man knew how to fight. Any average individual would have had trouble with the first two. Motioning a guard to him that was standing back, hold his broken elbow with a twisted expression. “Go tell the Empress what is happening here, tell her that we need her insight on how to deal with this intruder once we get him down.” Nodding and taking off into the palace the guard who gave the order contemplated to himself. In his own view he didn't see it to be a wise move to let this man live. If he was too become part of the rebellion, if he wasn't already, he could foresee Joscelin finding very creative ways to use this mans abilities to his advantage. Still fending all the men off, starting to receive more blows as the circle closed tighter around him, desperately looking for a way out of the circle. The fighting paused for a moment, every guard and Angra himself breathing very heavy. Every guard stared at Angra as he stood very still, his eyes never resting in one spot. He knew if he didn't get himself out of this circle soon his chances of making an escape would be even less likely than they already were. Inhaling deeply Angra tensed his body all over like earlier, charging straight forward as his voice slowly built into a yell. Jumping in the air he let out a very loud scream, drop kicking a man in the chest as hard as he could. The man actually moved back with enough force to cause the four other guards behind him to fall over, almost like a stack of dominoes. Seeing his chance to get out of the circle Angra rolled forward onto his feet and darted for the hole he made in the circle. Attempting to jump over the men he had knocked down a guard managed to grab hold of Angra's foot, making him fall face forward on the ground. Pulling him hard back into the circle he sat down on his back as man after man piled on, some holding his legs out stretched as others held his arms in place. Struggling with all his might he only managed to shake the men, unable to get free from their grasp. Letting out a huff he settled is chin on the ground and ceased his struggling, much to sapped of strength to put up a fight any longer.