KOV 3 Round 1: Hawk vs Precise

The city of New York was never completely dark, lights illuminated the still crowded streets with the headlights from cars flashing by. Only the alleys on the side of the street were truly dark, this was also the place Precise felt most comfortable in. He was never the kind of man that roamed the crowded streets. He had received a call from someone, it gave him word of some kind of tournament being held. Of course the former assassin, the curious man he is, could not resist such an offer. He was always interested in any kind of battle he could find, to test his might.. but not only that, to improve on his own skills.

New opponents always brought new ways to counter them with them. He wondered who he’d be facing.. all that the message told him was ‘look to the sky’. He hated that kind of fortune cookie crap, he preferred to know who he was up against. Since it was a tournament he had no doubt in his mind his opponent would be tough, but he’d faced fierce opponents before, why should this man be any different?

He finally met his destination, Central Park, the place they would meet. Drifters were sleeping on park benches as he softly walked passed them. The place was littered with trash, old news papers, paper cups.. a half eaten hotdog. The search for his opponent could take forever.. and that ‘look to the sky’ comment didn’t help much either, He decided to take matters into his own hands. With his earth manipulation powers he gathered all trash together on a pile while taking a lighter from his pocket.

If he couldn’t find his opponent, his opponent would have to come to him. He lit a flame on the lighter slightly illuminating his face before tossing it into the trash. Immediately the fire began to burn fiercely. The flames were almost dancing in the wind. Finally his body was shown in the light, A well dressed man, black suit, white shirt and black tie. He had a grim look on his face as the cold seemed to take him in its grasp.

‘That guy better show up quickly…’

Precise stood there in plain sight knowing he would be an easy target if his opponent would decide to perform a sneak attack. He relied solely on his senses for the next couple of minutes, taking in every shift in the winds, every sound and every tremble in the ground. But first he took of his black jacket and held it in his hand, in the hands of a normal man this was just a jacket, but in his own hands.. he could use his psychometry powers which showed him various uses for the object, as a means of defence or attack.

Every part of his body was enhanced by cybernetic implants, speed, reflexes, strength.. Sometimes he cursed his implants but at times like these, they would come in handy the next few minutes. Suddenly he felt a shift in the wind, an object was coming straight for him, with his enhanced reflexes he threw his jacket up in the air. Hoping to entrap anything that was coming in his direction. Even with his enhanced reflexes he couldn’t make out what the object was, the only thing he knew at that moment was that he needed to move. With one quick movement he raised his arm up into the sky, every muscle in his arm was flexing. A column made from stone and earth shot from the ground under his feet for only half a metre but with enough power to launch him into the air. With the momentum he managed to back flip from his opponents attack. But the strong wind currents that came with the attack were enough to pull him back while still in the air. The former assassin was dragged in the same direction his opponent was heading toppling end over end crashing into the hard cold soil from the ground. He attempted to stand but this would be his first mistake.. three arrows flew from behind Precise towards his back. One arrow slightly faster then the others pierced his right shoulder slicing into his muscle tissue, the tip from the arrow buried itself in his flesh. The force of impact threw his shoulder forward letting the second arrow brace his arm. It ripped a little of his flesh from his arm while the third arrow whizzed by him. Precise roared out in pain as he fell forward to the ground. A red stain was now quickly forming on his white shirt, growing larger by the second. With his left hand he grabbed the arrow and with one quick movement he yanked the arrow out, blood poured from the wound.. but this time he didn’t show any sign of pain, he didn’t want to grant his opponent that pleasure. His breathing slowly became heavier and faster from the pain and rage building up inside of him. He raised his head while still kneeling on the ground with a look of unbridled anger on his face towards his opponent already several yards away.

Precise shouted towards the winged creature ‘I guess there’s no honour to be found in this battle, just glory!’

In the knowledge that his opponent was faster then him he decided for a more defensive strategy. With both of his hand on the ground the earth beneath him began to tremble and crack. Suddenly dozens of stone columns appeared from the ground reaching up several metres into the sky. The distance between these columns were no more then two metres. If his opponent decided to attack he had to manoeuvre through these columns. Slowly he rose from the ground standing with pride once more. With one stomp of his feet 4 rocks the size of footballs shot from the ground and floated around him, with one powerful thrust from his left bloodstained hand he shot them simultaneously towards his winged opponent. Knowing full that with his opponents incredible speed he’d most likely dodge them but perhaps not if he couldn’t see them. When the stones would get close Precise would crumble two of them into dust in an attempt to obscure the others from his opponents sight.