From the moment the Ironclad man hit the ground, it was on. Even the very ground beneath him cracked as he landed. From a distance it was like a rocket hitting the ground without the added effect of wind and rubble, though all together an impressive feat. But as the man landed, his mind like a steel trap, focused on one and only one detail, kill his enemy. Unfortunately at this time Conrad was playing that role. With lighting speed the Ironclad man drew his gun from his holster and with perfect precision aimed it at Conrad’s position. Then with a steady hand, he unleashed a volley of hollow point bullets each one after the other, aimed at vital organs. Surprisingly enough, Conrad was more than prepared, and at the moment his Ironclad foe reached for his gun, Conrad reacted in the most curious of ways, and instead of ducking or running for cover, he choose to run straight at him. Without rhyme or reason, The Scoundrel made himself an easier target by running head first into the attack, and even more bizarre did it without even drawing a weapon of his own! But being the true ‘scoundrel’ that he is, not only did he have a plan to stay alive, he was already tossing around another twenty just to be sure. But as he finally settled with the idea of using an invisible shield to protect him, he even smiled under his helmet while thinking, “today is a good day to be a scoundrel!”
Racing forward with one foot in front of the other, he bravely charged towards the gunfire, hoping that his foolish act would at the least shock or surprise his enemy, but the fact was it didn’t matter. For seconds before he began his mad dash forward, he created a thin but sturdy invisible shield before him to block the bullets. Unseen by his enemy, the invisible shield would be a few feet before him, traveling forward as he ran. But as planned, the rounds finally hit, but instead of piercing through the Scoundrel’s flesh, spraying out a river of blood along the way, the rounds simply collided, then fell harmless to the ground. From the enemies angle it would look as if the Scoundrel had some kind of telekinesis power, but other than a soft thud as the bullets hit, there were no other clues. Either way the Scoundrel raced, closing the distance with every passing second, confident he had bested his enemies attack, and with enough flair to do it as a ‘scoundrel.’ For only until reaching his adversary face to face, would he drop the shield, then change his primary defensive tactics to a more aggressive one.
Waiting to the last second, it wasn’t until reaching striking distance that he dropped the shield and reached for his quarter staff. Then with a push of a button the staff extended to it’s full length, as a powerful and threatening weapon. With less than seconds to react, he twirled it over his head like a professional, followed by a quick twirl around his waist. Then as he locked eyes with his enemy [You], from under his helmet, he stopped it spinning right in front of him, where he slammed one end firmly into the ground. Planted one inch deep, he then grabbed it tight with both hands, with one square in the middle and the other three inches from the top. Already building up momentum, he kicked off the ground, arching his back just right as to send him flying forwards. With the use of his trusty quarter staff, he used it like a pull-vaulter to send his body up and towards his foe [You]. Utilizing his already impressive athletic skills he shot forth with both of his size ten boots, leading the way, aimed dead center at [You’s] chest. If successful he would no doubt knock even an above average human on their butt, while easily cracking a few ribs! All in all it was not meant as a lethal attack, just one to knock out and subdue his enemy [You]!