Revenge: Ashcroft vs. Fenris of Olfwood pt. 2

[Nethermancae]

*Fenris grimaced as his teeth clenched from the beasts obnoxious sounds, strong enough to seriously fuck with his shit, but he was used to sound attacks, everybody tried them against him, so though extremely unpleasent and indeed impeding his stab, he would touch the bound portion of his former bastard sword now Whiptail and transfer his own essence into it causing a counter vibration. The inner howl of Fenrir would not seek to "block" the sound but rather bond with it, mingling the frequencies with the chaotic resonance of Fenris' own power which it was better able to channel via contact. As mentioned the frequency had its own metaphysical properties and instead of adding to the symphony of torment it would seek to disperse the soundwaves causing them to prematurely scatter weakening the overall auditory barrage. He would recover from the soundwave heavily annoyed and previously already having opted to amplify his blade, his sabres edge was metaphysically honed. He honestly would feel guilty killing the hound, but it was too dhangerous to let go. The beasts muscle would be compensated for by the amplification on his blade known as "true fang" which increased his overall "finesse" with a blade to uncanny levels maximizing damage while this was further amplified by his blades attunement with his body.

The projecitile sped towards him already but towards his chest would be hard as he was crouching with his chest towards the great beast and his body turned towards Fenris' own right his head towards the beast, causing Ashcrofts shot to instead graze his right shoulder once again, slicing into tissue and muscle. "FUCK!" man if not for this stupid beast he wouldnt have been caught so easily. He felt rage at the creature and turned towards the direction of the shot further channeling his power causing him to become enraptured in a current around his body which would propel him towards the Tree Ashcroft currently resided in at speeds that were not easily matched save for creatures with their own speed enhancements, hoping to catch ashcroft off guard, Fenris would rocket from his posistioning, the ground cracking beneath his ascendant form as his blade on the way to Ashcroft already amplified and now further amplified by his "Diving moon" would seek to rip through the creatures belly in a drawcut in a horizontal cut across the abdomen, granted the creatures muscles and hide were extremely tough but Fenris was currently using two highpowered amplifications to enhance his attack. It might not be a mortal wound to the Netherhound but a critical one that would see attention needed or almost no exertion to avoid complicating such an injury. Fenris was hoping the suddeness of his counter would catch Ashcroft off guard Fenris would be at the tree the hunter was perched at in the blink of an eye his sabre hopefully trailing the hounds blood behind it as it ascended in tandem with the rising of his sudden dive attack propelled by his own aura in a current which would protect his body during the attack as well, with the force of a small comet he would seek to crash directly into ashcroft while swinging his sword towards the prone rifle seeking to parry or cut through the weapon if possible as well as the arm and blast Ashcroft from the tree with bone shattering force, the broadness of the current which carried him would decimate the tree top as well almost vaporizing it in the wake. If Ash took a hit like this dead on it should be considered a critical one.

–[Circumnavigate.] There was no doubt as to why this individual sought out the hunter. Their previous counter was likely to blame, ending unfavorably for both parties. It was cloudy as to how Fenris found the Ari’ni, but perhaps those primal enhancements locked onto a scent? Evidently the swordsman had learned from his mistakes, outright bounding the hound with one of those elastic blades. Mors attempts were soon cut short as the serpentine bastard sword’s owner came and refortified the weapon.

However this burned bridge would then allow another to open, the emitting frequency of Fenris himself. Those vibrating spines danced within a blur before readjusting; subsequently sending out wave-after-wave upon the nearby attacker. Birds once lingering finally fled as that cacophonic tune increased in decibel again. In Fenris’ empowered state, this signature would be much easier to hone with that additional advantage of proximity.

Anyways, the moment that saber entered an inch of that thick hide, those independent muscles would act immediately. There would still be that time-consuming resistance albeit the wild man’s amplification. Muscles even enclosing around the edges themselves as the surrounding strips pushed forth. But there indeed was bleeding, strings of blue-green pushed out as the crevice walls compressed. There were some on its ankles as well, but the armor covering the shin and atop of the paw created an adequate defense.

 Mors certainly reacted reflexively to this initial incision, swinging its massive, unbound tail toward its attacker – In that split second those legs straightened and he would begin to be rise just high enough. Sound waves permeating were of great assistance in determining gradual, energetic spikes using that auric as a detection augmenter. Vum! Air broke across that large paddlesque end as it came to meet that man’s upper-body, providing a much larger area of pressure. Mors’ species were known for this radar feature to allow them to survive against creatures larger and much stronger than them.

That resistance and endeavor of capture was to merely slow the opponent for that last hopeful attempt. And even if that sword were to be freed, that heavy exoskeleton would have collected enough momentum to break that virtual plane of Fenris. A network of tendons and taut, inner muscle-fibers allowed this to be a formidable tool even to the eyes of the enhanced. That influence of the opponent would likely be a minor buffer, yet one would have to take into account of mass vs. mass. A blunt force rivaling that of a flat-fronted vehicle smashing into a person – Something more than likely to send the man backwards and disrupt kinetics.

Ashcroft would use this brief opportunity to disappear. He had a mission, now, and was self-obligated to change position. He quickly took his hand from Clair’s foregrip, pressing his thumb to the aforementioned dispenser. The rifle was raised vertically as his arm would stretch across his chest and press against the wooden pillar’s surface. Subsequently he would guide his left hoof to an adjacent branch, body turning so his back began to face the tree. Promptly he began to shimmy/side-step from one branch to the other, carefully yet quickly – Clair now getting the two-handed support she required. The hunter would circle around to the other side of the trunk, peeking around its bend to take aim upon Fenris. Aligning one’s sights would take a brief moment since he would be slightly facing the hound’s back. Hiding behind the beast was hardly an option when the one wielding the projectile was higher up. The Ari’ni could simply aim at the man’s scalp/forehead area – Evasion rather uncertain as it would either scrape the back or hitting the upper-chest or possibly shoulder area. All in all the only signal would be that pew and the glittering cloud, yet the projectile was launched before that display.    

[WP]

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–[Circumnavigate.] There was no doubt as to why this individual sought out the hunter. Their previous counter was likely to blame, ending unfavorably for both parties. It was cloudy as to how Fenris found the Ari’ni, but perhaps those primal enhancements locked onto a scent? Evidently the swordsman had learned from his mistakes, outright bounding the hound with one of those elastic blades. Mors attempts were soon cut short as the serpentine bastard sword’s owner came and refortified the weapon.

However this burned bridge would then allow another to open, the emitting frequency of Fenris himself. Those vibrating spines danced within a blur before readjusting; subsequently sending out wave-after-wave upon the nearby attacker. Birds once lingering finally fled as that cacophonic tune increased in decibel again. In Fenris’ empowered state, this signature would be much easier to hone with that additional advantage of proximity.

Anyways, the moment that saber entered an inch of that thick hide, those independent muscles would act immediately. There would still be that time-consuming resistance albeit the wild man’s amplification. Muscles even enclosing around the edges themselves as the surrounding strips pushed forth. But there indeed was bleeding, strings of blue-green pushed out as the crevice walls compressed. There were some on its ankles as well, but the armor covering the shin and atop of the paw created an adequate defense.

 Mors certainly reacted reflexively to this initial incision, swinging its massive, unbound tail toward its attacker – In that split second those legs straightened and he would begin to be rise just high enough. Sound waves permeating were of great assistance in determining gradual, energetic spikes using that auric as a detection augmenter. Vum! Air broke across that large paddlesque end as it came to meet that man’s upper-body, providing a much larger area of pressure. Mors’ species were known for this radar feature to allow them to survive against creatures larger and much stronger than them.

That resistance and endeavor of capture was to merely slow the opponent for that last hopeful attempt. And even if that sword were to be freed, that heavy exoskeleton would have collected enough momentum to break that virtual plane of Fenris. A network of tendons and taut, inner muscle-fibers allowed this to be a formidable tool even to the eyes of the enhanced. That influence of the opponent would likely be a minor buffer, yet one would have to take into account of mass vs. mass. A blunt force rivaling that of a flat-fronted vehicle smashing into a person – Something more than likely to send the man backwards and disrupt kinetics.

Ashcroft would use this brief opportunity to disappear. He had a mission, now, and was self-obligated to change position. He quickly took his hand from Clair’s foregrip, pressing his thumb to the aforementioned dispenser. The rifle was raised vertically as his arm would stretch across his chest and press against the wooden pillar’s surface. Subsequently he would guide his left hoof to an adjacent branch, body turning so his back began to face the tree. Promptly he began to shimmy/side-step from one branch to the other, carefully yet quickly – Clair now getting the two-handed support she required. The hunter would circle around to the other side of the trunk, peeking around its bend to take aim upon Fenris. Aligning one’s sights would take a brief moment since he would be slightly facing the hound’s back. Hiding behind the beast was hardly an option when the one wielding the projectile was higher up. The Ari’ni could simply aim at the man’s scalp/forehead area – Evasion rather uncertain as it would either scrape the back or hitting the upper-chest or possibly shoulder area. All in all the only signal would be that pew and the glittering cloud, yet the projectile was launched before that display.    

*Those spines adjustment would have to be mighty hasty to stop the Lupine from adjusting his blade against the creature, his own blades counter resonance still resisting, as Mors sought to lock onto the Lupines own frequency the chaotic resonant saturation caused by the blade binding the beast would be a factor, the sonar like method the beast would use to track the Lupine would be subtly displaced by the  interference, though not greatly at all, the beasts attempt to take in the data neccessary would not filter out the interference which would treaten to upset its primordial mind if not its sonar, and confuse and disorient the beasts actions if not conciously then at least mechanically, essentially perhaps causing a "twitch" or "spasm" slight but enough to throw off the momentum of its tail causing that paddle to lash off timing with its attempted attack causing the blow to glance at Fenris' side taking the brunt but not against his current it would send him off course flying through a tree, but with the momentum he had gained, the resistance the tree posed would be paltry, the impact shattering the wooden monolith the fragmentation so great some of it would be reduced to dust and woodchips. He would not waste such a powerful attack lightly, but another idea occured to him, his execution of his trap had been perfect, however he simply had not gotten a decisive chance to deliver the coup de gras.

He let his momentum carry him far from either the Beast or Ashcroft, perhaps moving him out of range of that crystalline shot, but if nothing else he would be moving rather quickly still and when he stopped he had plenty of trees for cover, the descent was steep, and he would skid into the dirt using his legs to resist the ground somewhat causing a rock-staresque slide to ensue kicking up more dust and debris in his wake, obscuring him from view to further complicate any shots taken. He opened his right hand and the binding of Mors ceased as the whiptail slithered away from the beast burrowing into a hole, and moving at impressive speed towards its wielder. Fenris probably now a good 80 feet from Ashcroft. His shoulder slightly bruised from Mors' tail but his enhancement had protected him from the glancing blow. He would find an outcropping of rock and leap under the raised land, using the raised wall of dirt and roots as his cover, as he awaited for his weapon to return to him, its speed enhanced by the fact it was returning to its master. Ash would have time to prepare and or pursue but so did Fenris. He took solace in the fact he had at least wounded the beast which would make his next plan easier. His weapon would burst free from the earth within seconds and wrap around his arm, his other blade liquified and did the same.