Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27830834-20180707190947/@comment-27830834-20180807024807

Klaus' kick snaps directly into the interior of the Bald Brave's knee, hyperextending the joint and sending him sprawling on to the floor with a howl of pain. Twisting around, his backhand goes wide, the woman easily ducking the strike and launching forwards into a punishing jab, only for her fist to caught mere centimeters from Klaus' face by Cucholinn. Before either can utter so much as a syllable, the assassin is tackled from behind by a third Brave, though he maintains his grip on the burnt woman's wrist all the while, taking all three of them to the ground in a tangled heap.

Mildred slams her opponent into the edge of the grimy bar, the cheap synth-wood shuddering at the impact, one hand wrapped firmly around her opponent's cloth-wrapped throat. Rather than fight the chokehold, the Brave instead slams his left fist down on the joint of her arm, breaking the hold, his other hand flashing out into a vicious palm strike to the base of Mildred's chin. More surprised than hurt, Mildred staggers back as the bandaged Brave goes for a high kick aimed her ringing head.

Maxus avoids Erik's charge, kicking aside barstools as a fist once again impacts the Brave's exposed side. Once again, his hidden body armor seems to take most of the impact as he swings out in a wild haymaker.

"Talk's cheap, hunter. Shuddup and hit me or shuddup and bleed!" Erik yells.

Once again the bounty hunter manages to dodge out of the way, only for Erik's fist to pass over his head and directly into Gavin's face, the abhuman's exasperation having momentarily distract him. He topples out of his seat, a coppery taste beginning to fill his mouth.