To Kill A Mocking Bird: Tatu Vs. Hawk
In his reverie, Tatu planned a basic attack routine, and even devised a few backup plans in case Hawk was well prepared. First, he'd take a defensive stance, using his kinetic barrier to avoid any or all damage Hawk could chuck his way. Then, he'd take the offensive for a bit, hoping to drive Hawk either near ruins, or in the air, either way trapping him for an explosive assault. Then, he thought of a cat and mouse game.
He shook his head, his black eyes swirling as he waited still. A lavender aura surrounded him, and the enhancements he felt instaneously bolstered his resolve: He KNEW he would emerge victorious. He had to. The advancement of position in Blood Hunters was one thing, but the prestige a victory like this would bring him would be a severe boon to his position, and to his dreams. His hand fiddled with a blade of grass, and suddenly, the grass turned chrome-coloured, and elongated to form a small scimitar, which was then edged by a purple aura so dark it was almost black. That enhancement could cut through vibranium enhanced adamantium like a hot knife through butter. His other hand sort of formed into a spiked psionic gauntlet, very reminiscent of Psylocke. As his hair began to lift from the energy around him, he relaxed a bit. No need to cause an explosion in the air before necessary.
"To Kill A Mocking Bird... One must know it's flight patterns."
A new foe called upon him. He called his name and sought to look death in the face. Some heroes say they take no joy in war or in killing, Hawk was not some hero. He was made and designed to kill, war was his work and his pleasure. He was a killer and though the heroes of ICE keep him in check most of the time, he still is. As a breeze drifted through the air a slight ruffle of Hawk's feather and a scent followed. Hawk's nose sniffed the air more out of habit than need, his friends did the sniffing for him. A few feet ahead of Hawk's pace was the wolves. The had come to travel with him like so many times before. As their keen eyes scanned the area his mind was filled with their thoughts and hungers. The black alpha only had one thing on his mind, killing the one who's scent was tinging his nose.
Walking towards the ruins he traveled lighter than usual. His mace and bow were ready to be pulled as usual, but his swords hung on his bed post. He would have more luck strangling this man than using a sword against him. Looking toward his opponent who stood with a relaxed presence Hawk readied himself for his duty, his life, his passion....war. Hawk made his way into the ruins and into the fight that was to come. His was gonna hurt.
Tatu circled the birdman, and his eyes studied him intently. As Hawk circled with him, he leapt forward, but suddenly disappeared, reappearing a few yards away, his eyes still intent. He was judging his reflexes. He casually tossed a psionic dagger from his free hands, then suddenly whipped four in quick sucession, one going towards Hawk's neck, two towards his wings, one for each, and the last for his left leg. Tatu's eyes swirled as the dagger near Hawk's leg split into two and one veered towards the other leg. Tatu was enjoyin his warmup, but now it was time.
"So we begin." He said, his lips never moving.
A smile broke across Hawk's face as Tatu entered his mind. The broken tapastry that was his mind was not something that could be proped lightly. Hawk knew this young one was confident in his metal ability and would be playing mind games with him. Mind games were old tricks for the winged one and he would play along. "Hello Warrior! I am Tatu, King of the Mind...... Tatu's thoughts entered his mind and so the games began.
To two warriors circled each other like boxers in the ring sizing each other up readying to strike and defend with furies. Tatu disappered quickly and reappered just as swift. Hawk didn't react to his movement, for his eye didn't need to turn. He knew an attack was coming and instint now lead him. With a swift move daggers flew quickly at Hawk aimed with deadly procession. One came at his neck and taught him in the nape and blood ran down onto his chest. Three more came at him closely following the first. With a quick flap of his wings the blade flew in all directions but not before one split and caught his leg tearing through the flesh. A flash of pain crossed Hawk's face before he took this battle into his hands.
Enter my mind if you wish. Mind master...... With that he opened his mind not only to Tatu the young trickster but also the animals that surrounded him. His eyes became one with their as they saw the fight from thousands views. The smells feel his nose like nothing any human could ever smell. The senses of a thousand beast filled his mind. It takes sometime to get used to....seeing from a thousand eyes. Hawk let his mind run the gambit, going from animal to animal quickly. The effect was dizzying.
With another flap of the wings Hawk was gone. A crack of air followed the display of speed. Hawk flew at incredible speeds making his way back to the battle field, but he did not aim at Tatu. Instead his mace smashed into a large ruin, shattering the large rock and sending huge chunks at Tatu. Hawk was hoping he was still effected enough by the metal rampage that they would make contact. But Hawk had other plans for this man who caused him to bleed, if only for a moment.
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