Post by Maverick on Dec 28, 2022 9:44:57 GMT
BANG
The jab had been thrown, one of many strikes which went off like a gunshot as it simply hit empty air. Without it having hit anything -- there was no harm for it to do. Generating any kind of harmful shockwave depended on him striking something tough and hard enough to resist him. The noise of him ripping apart molecules with his bare hands would mostly amount to just an unpleasant noise on whiff. The strike however had been jab. And thus it did not have any of the commitment he might had to use against someone stronger or more durable. Thus his hand retracted without much fanfair.
Jackal looked down. And he watched her hand reach for her blindfold. And without thought, he suspected some sort of projectile was coming. And yet in response to danger, his eyes only widened in curious glee as he watched exactly where it was she was aiming. The girl sought to fire beams of light which even his eyes couldn't follow -- given that light itself was the means he used to perceive things. To see any form of light coming for him was like trying to hear sound before it ever struck one's ears.
Yet he knew exactly where it would hit. And his head moved forward before she'd even fired. Almost as though offering her an easier shot.
The beam burrowed into his skull. And boil his flesh. To which Jackal had begun to cackle. And yet in his joy and in response to what was only pain, he had begun to focus. Once the beam enter his practically skin level of influence, he had begun to assess. And in an instant, he understood it. His head twitched before she had even followed and at the same time, began to change it's structure. His head became bright. Not because it glowed. But because it reflected. Without much in the realm of outward effort, the beam would find itself then reflect what almost seemed to be a perfect mirror.
The beam was reflected by his bare flesh for so long as he so focused. It tore chaotically through the street as he moved his head to control the angle. It blew up an empty car. Then it split a fire hydrant horizontally in half, causing the hydrant to fly into the sky as water erupted into the into the air like a geyser some distance away. One part of Jackal's flesh sizzled, practically cauterized. But the rest of the area where the beam shot was completely unharmed.
"Neat." His eyes scanned for a moment. And he listened. The target in front of him kept on his mind constantly. And yet he couldn't help but wonder.
"Where's your friend?" There was a bound from his movements heard. And the sound of his departure hit Jackal's ear without him having to so much as bat an eye. "Maybe he really did run away!" It wasn't really an uncommon occurrence. One of the first people Jackal encountered out of prison had run away. Hypertron fled upon seeing him. Some "heroes" weren't cut out for the life it seemed to him. And regardless of intentions, many feared Jackal wherever he went.
It made it all the more exciting for those who stood up to him. Quite literally.
Jackal's eyes watched with eager anticipation as each and every bit of Cere's fibers bounced her up until she was ready to hit him again. Instead of stomping on her, Jackal raised one leg defensively as his stance staggered. The hits to the groin were blocked. The hits which traveled up his hips struck true but did little as the hips were fairly strong. And as Jackal watched them go up his abdomens, he parried with but a single hand. Some kicks to the abdomen struck. And his arm was in front of her sternum before the attack. Her foot landed on his forearm and she could freely rocket off into the air after her sword.
She would see that the hits while striking clean, didn't seem to move Jackal at all. Not in the same way Kid Kaiju could at the very least blast Jackal away. The impacts themselves seemed to steam. And yet the effects were the same as him blocking attacks from himself. In spite of her doubling her speed, Jackal had reacted adequately without moving faster than the speed he'd displayed. And what was more was that he didn't move an inch.
Interesting, she says.
"Funny." He says. "I've been doing some of the same thing." He says, his hands pointing almost like blades as he resumed a stance the instant she took off.
Sofar, the way Jackal had approached the two was different. Given Jackal's abilities' he'd no problem just reacting to Cere when within range thus far. She was elusive. But she was elusive in the chase. Kid Kaiju had proven himself well able to halt and govern Jackal's movements, launching strikes that did indeed bring the Devil Dog pause and shifted his movements. Indeed, the last time Cere was in the air, Kid Kaiju had launched Jackal and prevented him from achieving any measure of ideal positioning to properly counter. While Cere could most certainly hurt him as Jackal himself admitted -- at no point in the fight had she significantly governed his movement. And thus he sought to move forward. Jackal's foot sank into the ground as he was propelled forward in a single thunderous step.
This time however, Kid Kaiju was not here -- to prevent Jackal from moving to where Cere would land. Rather than outrun her -- he would outrun gravity.
And his hand moved forward without anything in the realm of visible acceleration, reaching escape velocity instantly. Unlike Cere or many heroes however, Jackal's speed generated every single bit of destructive energy an object moving at that velocity would under normal circumstances. Air molecules couldn't get out of the way fast enough and were crushed into plasma. And his hand carried enough break apart buildings. And he aimed it at not where she was but where her center mass would be before she hit the ground.
And yet just like before, Jackal extended his fingers. And instead of blowing through her. Rather than seeking to rip her to pieces in a single strike or creating a foot-ball sized hole in her, his narrow blade like hands sought to bite into her torso. And slice into her flesh like a red blade the size of his fingers. The attack would bite into organs such as the intestines and stomach. And yet it was only potentially lethal. If left unchecked.
After which, he would zoom by. His mass making it difficult for him to stop after rushing. His feet dug into the concrete as he tore up the ground a several feet and stopped underneath the destroyed fire hydrant. As the water landed on him, the heat transferred into the water and it flashed into steam as he spoke.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
He looked towards her, wondering if she was still alive. Even if she looked dead -- he would see fit to answer her question.
"Must be a real nerd." He comments playfully. "I don't have an exact number." Really, given Jackal's background, he was lucky to be able to read.
"All I really do know is you're faster than me. Way faster. Moment, you came running across what must have been what, a continent away? Just a guess." He shrugs as the mist had begun to enshroud him further. The fact of the matter was that like many fighters, Jackal didn't know how hard he punched. Or how quickly he was moving as far as precise numbers went. He simply knew he was fast. Very fast relatively speaking. And how fast he moved from place to place and how fast he struck were two different things.
"If I could maneuver around bullets back when I was human with just a blade...then I suppose it doesn't make you being faster the end of the world, does it? Speed is important. But there's a bit more to a fight then that, ain't there?" He said.
"Do what you want. I think it'll be interesting." He said, as water which didn't evaporate from his person simply pooled at Jackal's feet.
The jab had been thrown, one of many strikes which went off like a gunshot as it simply hit empty air. Without it having hit anything -- there was no harm for it to do. Generating any kind of harmful shockwave depended on him striking something tough and hard enough to resist him. The noise of him ripping apart molecules with his bare hands would mostly amount to just an unpleasant noise on whiff. The strike however had been jab. And thus it did not have any of the commitment he might had to use against someone stronger or more durable. Thus his hand retracted without much fanfair.
Jackal looked down. And he watched her hand reach for her blindfold. And without thought, he suspected some sort of projectile was coming. And yet in response to danger, his eyes only widened in curious glee as he watched exactly where it was she was aiming. The girl sought to fire beams of light which even his eyes couldn't follow -- given that light itself was the means he used to perceive things. To see any form of light coming for him was like trying to hear sound before it ever struck one's ears.
Yet he knew exactly where it would hit. And his head moved forward before she'd even fired. Almost as though offering her an easier shot.
The beam burrowed into his skull. And boil his flesh. To which Jackal had begun to cackle. And yet in his joy and in response to what was only pain, he had begun to focus. Once the beam enter his practically skin level of influence, he had begun to assess. And in an instant, he understood it. His head twitched before she had even followed and at the same time, began to change it's structure. His head became bright. Not because it glowed. But because it reflected. Without much in the realm of outward effort, the beam would find itself then reflect what almost seemed to be a perfect mirror.
The beam was reflected by his bare flesh for so long as he so focused. It tore chaotically through the street as he moved his head to control the angle. It blew up an empty car. Then it split a fire hydrant horizontally in half, causing the hydrant to fly into the sky as water erupted into the into the air like a geyser some distance away. One part of Jackal's flesh sizzled, practically cauterized. But the rest of the area where the beam shot was completely unharmed.
"Neat." His eyes scanned for a moment. And he listened. The target in front of him kept on his mind constantly. And yet he couldn't help but wonder.
"Where's your friend?" There was a bound from his movements heard. And the sound of his departure hit Jackal's ear without him having to so much as bat an eye. "Maybe he really did run away!" It wasn't really an uncommon occurrence. One of the first people Jackal encountered out of prison had run away. Hypertron fled upon seeing him. Some "heroes" weren't cut out for the life it seemed to him. And regardless of intentions, many feared Jackal wherever he went.
It made it all the more exciting for those who stood up to him. Quite literally.
Jackal's eyes watched with eager anticipation as each and every bit of Cere's fibers bounced her up until she was ready to hit him again. Instead of stomping on her, Jackal raised one leg defensively as his stance staggered. The hits to the groin were blocked. The hits which traveled up his hips struck true but did little as the hips were fairly strong. And as Jackal watched them go up his abdomens, he parried with but a single hand. Some kicks to the abdomen struck. And his arm was in front of her sternum before the attack. Her foot landed on his forearm and she could freely rocket off into the air after her sword.
She would see that the hits while striking clean, didn't seem to move Jackal at all. Not in the same way Kid Kaiju could at the very least blast Jackal away. The impacts themselves seemed to steam. And yet the effects were the same as him blocking attacks from himself. In spite of her doubling her speed, Jackal had reacted adequately without moving faster than the speed he'd displayed. And what was more was that he didn't move an inch.
Interesting, she says.
"Funny." He says. "I've been doing some of the same thing." He says, his hands pointing almost like blades as he resumed a stance the instant she took off.
Sofar, the way Jackal had approached the two was different. Given Jackal's abilities' he'd no problem just reacting to Cere when within range thus far. She was elusive. But she was elusive in the chase. Kid Kaiju had proven himself well able to halt and govern Jackal's movements, launching strikes that did indeed bring the Devil Dog pause and shifted his movements. Indeed, the last time Cere was in the air, Kid Kaiju had launched Jackal and prevented him from achieving any measure of ideal positioning to properly counter. While Cere could most certainly hurt him as Jackal himself admitted -- at no point in the fight had she significantly governed his movement. And thus he sought to move forward. Jackal's foot sank into the ground as he was propelled forward in a single thunderous step.
This time however, Kid Kaiju was not here -- to prevent Jackal from moving to where Cere would land. Rather than outrun her -- he would outrun gravity.
And his hand moved forward without anything in the realm of visible acceleration, reaching escape velocity instantly. Unlike Cere or many heroes however, Jackal's speed generated every single bit of destructive energy an object moving at that velocity would under normal circumstances. Air molecules couldn't get out of the way fast enough and were crushed into plasma. And his hand carried enough break apart buildings. And he aimed it at not where she was but where her center mass would be before she hit the ground.
And yet just like before, Jackal extended his fingers. And instead of blowing through her. Rather than seeking to rip her to pieces in a single strike or creating a foot-ball sized hole in her, his narrow blade like hands sought to bite into her torso. And slice into her flesh like a red blade the size of his fingers. The attack would bite into organs such as the intestines and stomach. And yet it was only potentially lethal. If left unchecked.
After which, he would zoom by. His mass making it difficult for him to stop after rushing. His feet dug into the concrete as he tore up the ground a several feet and stopped underneath the destroyed fire hydrant. As the water landed on him, the heat transferred into the water and it flashed into steam as he spoke.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
He looked towards her, wondering if she was still alive. Even if she looked dead -- he would see fit to answer her question.
"Must be a real nerd." He comments playfully. "I don't have an exact number." Really, given Jackal's background, he was lucky to be able to read.
"All I really do know is you're faster than me. Way faster. Moment, you came running across what must have been what, a continent away? Just a guess." He shrugs as the mist had begun to enshroud him further. The fact of the matter was that like many fighters, Jackal didn't know how hard he punched. Or how quickly he was moving as far as precise numbers went. He simply knew he was fast. Very fast relatively speaking. And how fast he moved from place to place and how fast he struck were two different things.
"If I could maneuver around bullets back when I was human with just a blade...then I suppose it doesn't make you being faster the end of the world, does it? Speed is important. But there's a bit more to a fight then that, ain't there?" He said.
"Do what you want. I think it'll be interesting." He said, as water which didn't evaporate from his person simply pooled at Jackal's feet.
