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I darted forward, ducking under the narrow beam in avoidance as I moved into grappling range of my opponent. With roaring speed I shot at my opponent's torso in a tackling maneuver, driving my shoulder into my opponent while seeking to grab hold of their knees and launch them on their back.

Bradley's speed/reaction time is really being slept on here...

Gideon

@warsman:

"Let's just say it ain't in your favor."

@supra-man:

Keep away from me and we won't have to test that theory.

@supra-man:

Gideon:

I was trying to be polite.

@supra-man:

Gideon:

"You stay outta my way, I stay outta yours, Fair?"

Gideon:

Only if you can handle it.

Gideon:

I ain't paid enough to mess with them.

In a blur of motion, I dove into a smooth roll past my attacker's side to avoid the winds. Almost immediately I rose back into martial poise, arms tensed to guard my torso as I sent a roundhouse kick at my opponent's stomach with enough force to shatter concrete.

I tend to give my martial artist characters some additional weapon that they often use more than pure hand-to-hand (examples being a sword, a bow and arrows, daggers, etc). This is because I'm not particularly good at writing pure h2h combat, lol.

Changing this up with Gideon a bit.

Gideon Hunter

There was no time to think. Acting on inhuman instincts alone, I almost-instantly rotated counter clockwise into a potent left hook that batted the sword away a split second before I would've become a mercenary kabob, the adamantium spikes coating my glove compensating for what would otherwise have been a very bloody, very painful counter.

Using the momentum from the sudden rotation, I swung my right fist in a horizontal, back-handed arc, seeking to viscerally drive the spiked back of my fist into the jaw of my next opponent with the force of a truck.