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- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
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- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Fantasy, Scifi, Modern, Action, Adventure.
"I'm surprised you can think." Hayden commented apathetically, readying Fenrir as he mapped out an ideal trajectory in his mind. Tossing the glaive, he let the projectile fly forward before ricocheting off of steel beam. With an altered trajectory, it sliced through the tendon of one of the gunners as it continued to fly, leaving deep cuts on a few of the men. Naturally returning to Hayden, the man landed a roundhouse kick on the glaive and sent it flying towards a group of the gunners, the projectile primed to detonate.
Burying itself in one of the men's stomach, Fenrir let out a small scale explosion, mostly designed to disorient the men while leaving the glaive undamaged. In the time it took the glaive to meet its mark, the mercenary was already on the move. Quickly scaling up a building in a display of agility, he pulled himself up on the roof some of the gunners were perched on and he picked up a rifle.
Whipping around, he held the gun by the barrel as he slammed the stock of it down on a man's shoulder, forcing him to his knees. Stepping back, Hayden held the firearm like a baseball bat before swinging it at the man's head - a satisfying crack filling the mercenary's ears when the weapon made contact. Whipping around, Hayden held the gun above his hand with both hands, blocking a saber slash from one of the pirates before kicking at the man's stomach.
Creating a small amount of distance between them, Hayden twirled the rifle in his hand before swinging it upwards between the man's legs, the blow getting a high-pitched scream from the pirate. Spinning around, Hayden kicked at the legs of a pirate that attempted to accost him from behind, the pirate's thumping footsteps on the loose tile alerting him to his presence.
Grunting, Hayden sighed when he felt two strong arms hug him from behind and he immediately slammed his head back, breaking the nose of the grappler while stomping down on his foot. Jamming his elbow back into the man's side, Hayden stepped forward while turning around, raising the rifle to the man's face before pulling the trigger.
"Who's next?" Hayden inquired calmly, still holding the rifle as a few visibly shaken pirates surrounded him.
'Yay, more small fry.'
Burying itself in one of the men's stomach, Fenrir let out a small scale explosion, mostly designed to disorient the men while leaving the glaive undamaged. In the time it took the glaive to meet its mark, the mercenary was already on the move. Quickly scaling up a building in a display of agility, he pulled himself up on the roof some of the gunners were perched on and he picked up a rifle.
Whipping around, he held the gun by the barrel as he slammed the stock of it down on a man's shoulder, forcing him to his knees. Stepping back, Hayden held the firearm like a baseball bat before swinging it at the man's head - a satisfying crack filling the mercenary's ears when the weapon made contact. Whipping around, Hayden held the gun above his hand with both hands, blocking a saber slash from one of the pirates before kicking at the man's stomach.
Creating a small amount of distance between them, Hayden twirled the rifle in his hand before swinging it upwards between the man's legs, the blow getting a high-pitched scream from the pirate. Spinning around, Hayden kicked at the legs of a pirate that attempted to accost him from behind, the pirate's thumping footsteps on the loose tile alerting him to his presence.
Grunting, Hayden sighed when he felt two strong arms hug him from behind and he immediately slammed his head back, breaking the nose of the grappler while stomping down on his foot. Jamming his elbow back into the man's side, Hayden stepped forward while turning around, raising the rifle to the man's face before pulling the trigger.
"Who's next?" Hayden inquired calmly, still holding the rifle as a few visibly shaken pirates surrounded him.
'Yay, more small fry.'