Nuclear Rage
EXP: 64,948, Level: 10
Level completed: 99%,
EXP required for next Level: 52
The beast of a girl raised her sword and blocked the heavy mace swing, catching it between her grips on her blade. She felt the power of the heavy blow vibrating through the blades. It sent pleased chills down her spine. This girl was somewhat of a masochist, a craver of adrenaline and adventure. She chased physical activity, even physical pain, to escape the far worse pains in her psyche. Still, the lessons Shinsou and Leoric taught her echoed in her mind. She needed to be smart. She needed to be clever. No longer could she rely on overwhelming power to get her way, Felicity needed to use her head.
Felicity shoved the mace off, pushing her attack. She knew her sword was unable to pierce the leather armor this brooding man bore. Blunt force trauma, on the other hand? Now that was a note worthy goal. Felicity took a step back, slipping her sword back into its sheaths. She was ready to grapple. Her gambeson's long sleeves provided some padding against blunt attack, but Felicity's tactical gloves were the real deal. They were made of arctic leather, reinforced with delyn plated knuckles. These were both incredible armor and deadly in delivering solid blows. These gloves were perfect for unarmed combat.
Remembering Leoric's unarmed training well, Felicity lunged for both maces. She hoped that if she grappled them, she could use her legs to kick her opponent. If this worked, it would not only deliver a blow, but disarm him. If she could not grapple the maces, she would have to use the delyng plating of the gloves to block any blunt trauma he would try to dish out.
Last edited by Flamebird; 03-27-2021 at 06:42 PM.
"I can't be proud of anything. I am ashamed of everything."
"I gave my heart, my allegiance, all my energy for this and got nothing but ashes in return. What on earth did I do to deserve being chewed and spit out like this? Time and time again, it's all the same."
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