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Post by Nyx Frost on Sept 13, 2011 17:24:56 GMT -8
A slight glare as grasping into the quiver she'd note how she wasn't hitting on target, her accuracy was getting continuously closer but still he was narrowly dodging them, it wouldn't be long till he'd be close enough to get her, this was something she didn't quite want. The bolt in its position in the bow would be drawn back but with the slightest arc of her fingers the bolt would spread, separating into seven separate arrows stacked atop one another.
"Try this," a slight giggle as she released the string launching the seven arrows in a wide cone spreading apart and otherwise closing in around his body. She had a good inclination that at least one of them would be likely to hit.
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Post by Ewan O'Sullivan on Sept 13, 2011 17:53:18 GMT -8
'Crud.'
He saw the route of escape, but it would've only been possible if he'd been going slower. He needed to at least double his current speed in order to completely avoid any connection from the arrows. Had he been going at half pace, that would've been perfect. He'd been over confident, and now he was happy for his adrenaline was pumping.
Had he done more gymnastics he would've lowered his frame while turning to the side, then pushing off and flipping over the volley of arrows. It would've looked crisp, clean, and well performed. Unfortunately, his parkour wasn't that up to snuff, and his gymnastics hadn't been done since last year in gym. And so there was no cool acrobatics, perhaps next time.
Dexterity: 25/30
All he could do was turn his body to the side, bend low and try to duck under the volley. That was the easiest, most simplistic maneuver he could perform, meaning it would make the least amount of time. The sharp turn caused his body to skid along the field, his shoes not necessarily meant for use on grass. As he dipped down he wasn't quite fast enough, his head was under the volley, but his shoulder was still dropping. Struck right in the shoulder, he was sent into a violent, unnatural spin that turned into a spiral as he twisted over on one foot.
Spinning toward the ground he managed a 360 of sorts, coming down with his back to the ground, head luckily still tucked in despite the forced gravitational pull. His uninjured arm snapped out to the side, naturally breaking a part of the fall.
And this is where his competitive nature kicked in. Pushing off with his heels he rolled over his shoulders, setting himself up in a sprints position. His head wasn't dropped, however, and his had changed from his usual more care-free outlook to a more narrowed, excited, competitive look. He didn't wait for the starting gun to fire. There wasn't one. So as soon as his muscles were coiled, he unleashed, bolting forward.
He was nearly at his mark, so he wanted to accomplish the task set before him. He was sure that if she fired another volley, he wouldn't be able to avoid, not at his speed. But he'd be able to throw her off, and to do that he started to lunge at full speed from left to right, moving in a one-two-three-two pattern. Meaning he'd go to the left, while still blitzing forward, then twice to the right, then three more times to the left, then twice more to the right. He'd pause in between each directional change, moving in a diagonal each time to keep forward progress.
Dexterity: 30/30
After all, he knew a moving target was hardest to hit, especially with the pressure of it baring down on you while moving without a known set pattern. If he got close enough, all he'd do is tap her shoulder, given the chance. He wasn't trying to hurt her, this was just a very, very interesting game. Of course, he'd only be able to touch her with the one hand, seeing as the other one was drooped down at his side.
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Post by Nyx Frost on Sept 13, 2011 19:03:54 GMT -8
A hit. She grinned widely, it was the first time she'd actually hit something, and by that she meant a human moving target. Of course she'd hit targets on a range but a fully capable dodging, moving, not to mention fast human being. She grew giddy with excitement as to how far she was improving with her abilities. Another bolt in the bow drawn back, though hesitation as she noticed the shift in his motions. He was straffing now working to angle himself as a target fleeing a sniper's accuracy. It was a quick adaptation but it would of course hinder his forward momentum not to mention the fact that her frost arrows had taken effect upon their hit.
*Pft!*
Another launched arrow crossing the planes of the field before another was filed in the bow and shot to the opposite extent notably programmed to hit seconds later in an attempt to narrow his movements into a single file line. More easily hit.
*Pft*
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Post by Ewan O'Sullivan on Sept 13, 2011 19:46:47 GMT -8
She was still ready and able to try and hit him with her arrows. That was a good sign, her attitude was much different when using her abilities compared to that of boxing. One hit and she'd gone completely shy, now she seemed to be out for blood. Metaphorically speaking. Luckily Ewan's arm was already resetting itself, his pulled ligaments tightening back up and his arm coming back to life. It wouldn't be useable for another few minutes, but that didn't deter him at all.
Unfortunately for Miss Nyx, the Irish-American was quite fond of archery, and even the tactics involved in narrowing down prey. He wasn't going to settle down to a narrow path. He'd started out on that route, so he was going to find another one to lead him down the path to victory.
He hadn't realized it, but he wasn't actually running at top speed. He never took a thought toward that her arrow could've possibly done something to him, other then injure his shoulder. But her tactics to narrow his line of sight movement wouldn't work as she wished. He had free range of the field, just as she did. So when she fired the first shot, he stepped to the inside, avoiding it with ease while charging forward, but her second shot would miss by plenty of space, only because he moved three more steps back in the same direction to the outside.
Pincer technique, hard to do by oneself. He was narrowing in, the excitement in his eyes growing.
Dexterity: 24/30 (20% off)
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