@Mr_LeBeau:
Though the initial takedown had been successful, Abigail found herself unable to follow up with the elbow, as it seemed as soon as she got him to the ground, he had initiated a chokehold. A quick counter like this should have been expected by such a skillful opponent, but even had she anticipated his move exactly, she wasn’t fast enough to muster any counter to it. Her basic training didn’t extend nearly as far, and her physical conditioning was no match at all. Only the pre-planning of her poisoned arrowhead managed to loosen his hold, or she would have surely been done right there.
Having been freed from the hold, Abigail rolled back as quickly as she could, simultaneously taking an arrow and readying her bow to fire at the man standing before her. But as she went to draw back on the string, she pulled at nothing but air. A second look revealed exactly why; Charles had in fact crushed the upper limb of her bow. While there was initially shock and anger at her weapon being broken, she knew she had the means to replace it without much trouble.
Distracted again! In her thoughts about her bow, Abigail nearly missed the opponent flying towards her. Her arms raised just in time to defend against the knee of the mutant-hating super sapien, though the force seemed to shake her bones even in spite of this, thus opening the way for the first of the next few attacks to land without hindrance. Two attacks crashed against her ribs, though the uneven footing and a slip on the hillside allowed her to roll down and create some space between the two. But there was still a sharp pain and aching in her abdomen. Was that a snap I heard? Though spared for the moment, it was clear she was fighting an uphill battle, and she couldn’t quite figure why he could still function so close to full capacity like that after she’d poisoned him, never considering that the mutant hater might turn out to be anything like one himself. More distractions, however, could not be allowed. She reminded herself to focus on the fight.
Fighting literally uphill like this, her best option would seem to be again attacking his legs. But of course Charles probably knew that too. Glaring at the broken bow in her hand, Abigail removed four arrows from the quiver, throwing the first almost like a dart at the ground in between them. It would almost immediately spring up with a thick smokescreen, allowing Abigail to capitalize on the same kind of cover used by Charles earlier. The other three quickly followed. In quick succession, Abigail snapped the shafts, shortening them, and threw them off in a similar manner, aimed directly at Charlemagne, spread just far enough apart that they should catch any attempts to dodge; this was to be compounded by the fact that shortened fuses in them would mean a quicker detonation midair, further blinding and disorienting, allowing Abigail to move in herself. In the cover of her smokescreen, she rushed in, broken bow grasped firmly, horizontally between her two hands, and dove, aiming to crash this time into his left shin with much greater force. If it couldn’t be used as a firing tool, it could still be used as a bludgeoning tool.
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