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Old Bones (03/09/00 )
CLOOOONNNNNG
The metallic hand of the 'bot impacted upon the wall a second after Tor's leap.
The old fox landed at a crouch and swung his foot out in a sweeping arc catching the 'bot's legs and sending it sprawling backwards.
From a prone position, the 'bot launched outward with a snap kick, catching Tor on the chin and knocking him to a sitting position.
Uuuunnnn.... too slow, getting old.... I need to be faster.
His jaw stung and he was seeing a thousand (and one) points of light dance around in front of his eyes. Instinctively he rolled to his side, the 'bot's metal fist slammed the ground where his head had just been.
CLOOOONNNNGG
Tor came up to a crouch.... he shook his head to clear it. The 'bot waited. Growling, Tor charged, aiming a punch straight for the head of the 'bot. It prepared and appeared to be on the defensive.
At the last second, Tor leaped up and over the 'bot. The robot's leg shot out in a straight, high kick.
As he flipped up and over, the robot's leg sailed within a hairs width of his head. As he came down behind the 'bot, who was turning around with great haste, Tor swung out with a fast forearm strike.
The strike caught the 'bot on the side of its head and sent it reeling.
Once he landed, and before the bot recovered, Tor launched into a high, spinning roundhouse. His leg muscles protested, but he connected with the other side of the metal head.
The 'bot "staggered" back recovering.
Not giving a second, Torvaine pushed his advantage with a flurry of punches.
right... higher
left... a little slow, come on old dog, pick it up!
right.... better, a little...
left... of center..
right... yeah, clean
left... still slow!
upper cut... arrrrr, son-of-a....
The 'bot sailed backwards, the damage indicator showing a knock-out.
"Frack, I'm still too slow... getting old...."
VERY GOOD SIR, the robot's voice chirped, YOUR SPEED AND STRENGTH ARE IMPROVING... AGAIN?
Tor grabbed a towel, "No, I think I'll call it a night... Power down."
The robot obeyed soundlessly, swithching itself off.
The Fox stretched his sore leg.... then looked down at it. He swung into a ready stance. Digging his foot claws into the plastic floor pad he leaped up and swung his sore leg into a cresent kick. His muscles continued to protest and he landed flat on his back.
Am I getting too old? Are these old bones just too worn out? What am I thinking... how can I possibly hope to find Ty in this sorry condition....
"Bot!"
The robot reactivated, SIR?
"Again, FULL LEVEL, MASTER... no holds barred"
ARE YOU SURE ADMIRAL, I AM CURRENTLY SET TO EXPERT....
"Do it.... I Will be faster!"
| Old Bones (Foxmage) - 03/09/00 |
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