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After they separated the soldier would push off the ground with his forearm to get his hand upon the ground underneath him. His legs would come up under him again, but he would remain in that low, crouched stance with the left arm forwards and the right held back at his side.

If Hugin was advancing at this point, the soldier would take a shuffle-step forwards and thrust the lead hand in a straight punch for the solar plexus. If he was not, the soldier would begin to slowly circle at a distance of roughly four feet.

The opponent stepped to the side and made a grab for the soldier's left arm. While incapacitating his 'good arm' was a tactically sound decision, showing the enemy your back was not.

When Hugin turned to kick at the inside of #387's forward leg (the left) with his own left the soldier shifted all of his weight onto the back leg. When the kick came the soldier's left leg slid harmlessly to the side several inches because it was no longer supporting any weight and would not be resisting the impact of the kick. The weight, instead, was on the right leg... or it had been. By the time the kick completed #387 would have taken a bounding step forwards with his right and the left leg would pivot to remain in line. In a moment he would have two feet on the ground again, solidly planted, with only minor damage to the left leg from the kick.

This also meant that with the angle Hugin had turned at to initiate the kick, the soldier was close enough to grapple from behind.

His right arm pulled in around the chest and the left pressed as tight to Hugin's body as it would be allowed. With the shift in position the soldier's arm was no longer straight - and while it could still be twisted if Hugin applied enough force, the elbow would remain down and pressed as close to the Raven's body as possible; likely near the left hip.

Then -

[11] Now, Sutii (present or otherwise) wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed sometimes, but he knew better than to just let himself get pushed around. As his leg was thrown by the man's "gesture," he quickly came around with his other foot, sending the heel straight at his opponents face. The momentum of the throw helped the lithe fighter more than it hurt him - the thrown foot had hit the ground as the other one was going full force at the mans face, this keeping the fighter balanced.

And if the guy thought this was impressive, the present Sutii was just getting warmed up.

[13]

Unsure of why he was suddenly better at unarmed combat (though not truely caring), the present Sutii continued his fluid attacking by coming in with a double open palm strike to the man's groin and face. His body burned with a newfound passion, as if something had rekindled his fighting spirit from afar.

This fight was far from over, it seemed.

(( Arright, now where was I... oh, right - ))


This was one thing that people never really expected. People are often resistant to pain because of a high tolerance developed over years of painful struggles and countless injuries; they aren't afraid of it but they still feel it.

UGH #387 did not feel it. Intensive mental reconditioning had removed the concept of pain entirely. The soldier did not feel any pain, he did not react in any way to pain, nor would he allow himself to be distracted by pain, because pain itself was a foreign concept. The agency had not removed his ability to experience it, they had removed his ability to comprehend it.

And a soldier does not have to understand things in order to follow through with his orders.


With the soldier grappling Hugin around the midsection, success would ensure that he had performed a completely ineffective attack; bringing his arm down for a strike would be blocked by the arms wrapped around his own torso, preventing the striking area of the elbow from coming within several inches of its intended target.

Hugin's mighty tricep slam did no damage to #387's left upper arm, though.





Kicking out one leg of someone who's about to suplex you is not an effective method of staying standing. Hugin would be going over either way. Reaching back wouldn't help him for two reasons: the first being that with only one hand available to attempt it he wouldn't have the strength to control like he wanted, the second being that with the low stance that such a move was preformed in, he'd only be able to get the soldier's head against his scapula... and even then only if he were actually capable of bending his arm that way.

Hugin had kicked out the left leg with his heel, but the right one remained, and the soldier was firmly established in a controlling posture. One of two things would happen next:

1. The loss of the left leg would cause the integrity of the position to compromise; causing both to fall backwards and to the left. However, the attempted suplex would still be performed with one leg, throwing the two into a sideways spin as they headed for the ground.

2. The loss of the left leg would cause the integrity of the position to compromise; causing both to fall backwards and to the left. However, the suplex would still be performed with one leg; and the left would find footing further back a moment later. The result would be a quarter turn to the left during the motion, and though the velocity wouldn't be the same as the traditional up-down motion, the fact that the change in position had put a degree of spin onto the motion would cause Hugin's head to be slammed into the ground and then forced violently to the left as the rest of his body weight came in behind and folded his neck like a McDonald's straw.

((Hey cheif, you're doing great. dont feel ashamed for making mistakes, i know that you dont learn unless you make them. I've enjoyed this - its rare i fight someone i haven't met before!))



John would never give him the chance to reach his full, glowing potential. He'd fought enough metahumans to know that this kind of action would not make his job any easier.

The strike he'd given Sutiiven had forced the smaller man back several feet, feet that John covered with several quick strides as Sutii regained his composure. Grabbing the boy by his scalded, torn, bloodstained jerkin, he lifted him off the ground by one hand, letting his legs dangle...

...As his fist slammed into his stomach.

The force of the blow was powerful enough to blast the wind out of Sutiiven's lungs. The second blow, equally powerful, would cause his sternum to crack.

Then John pulled his fist far back, a large yell coming from his mouith as his fist began to spark and skit with electrical energy -

- Before unleashing it into Sutiiven's chest once more, letting go of the jerkin at the same time.

The result would be catastrophic. The energy John unleashed into Sutiiven's chest would blast straight through his chest, shocking and powerful, as if he'd been struck by lightening. The blow would launch him far into the air, sending him flying into the distance, to land hard, skidding like he'd been shot from a cannon, his body tumbling and twisting as it flew across the ground...before coming to a sliding rest.

John continued to chew his coin...and set off after the boy, leaping into the air.

((Heh, if it's one thing i know, it's not to mess with the space/time continuum...or however you spell it.))

John hurtled through the air at a fair rate of knots, his leap arching to have him falling towards his opponant...

...Who leapt up after him.

The boy was a stubborn one, that was for sure. Even after all the damage John had put on him, he still came. A well of pride filled John as they began to bear down on one another - this type of courage was rare in the world.

It would not save him, however.

Falling fast towards the boy as he flew upwards, John pulled his head back - before spitting his last coin out at him, flinging his head forward to give it more push. The chewed coin would slash through the air almost like a bullet, bearing down on the boy to take him somewhere in the chest.

Even if the boy somehow saw it coming and dodged the coin or simply took the shot, there was another problem - he had leapt up to kick at a 600lb Tribal falling fast towards the earth. It would be like a fly trying to ram into a falling brick to stop it falling - like the brick, John would squash the boy, slamming into him and smashing them both into the ground with extreme force, a large dust cloud pluming up from the crater that would come from the resounding boom.

John would pull himself up from the dirt and shake it from his hair, leaving one hand on Sutiiven's chest to stop him from getting up - this fight was over.

"You have two choices, son..." Said the giant to the boy, holding him down with his hand. "We continue fighting and i kill you, or you give up. Either way, we'll both return to the real world, our wounds healed but our memories intact - the difference is whether you learn from this or not."

He lifted his fist, cocked and ready to fly. The other hand pressed down on Sutiiven's injured body - there was no escape. His blue eyes were fixed on the boy's - there was no hate in them, nothing but a simple gaze as he waited for him to choose his judgement.