>>5518581https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ee6Ua6jQEjwBoth you and Pandion emerge from the underbrush and square off against the pair of warriors blocking the path forward. They show no signs of surprise at your abrupt appearance, merely regarding you with a curious indifference.
Pandion approaches the one on the left, and you find yourself facing the one on the right. This’ll be a one-on-one deal.
You’re not quite sure which of the pair that you’re matched up with, but it really doesn’t matter. Both are wearing the same heavy armor and wielding an oversized club. Doubt that their technique varies all that much.
Pandion seems to be certain that they’re both direct descendants of Hercules, which means that you should categorically avoid pussyfooting around. Might be a tad unsporting to hit him with both barrels from the get-go, but you’re always in it to win it.
You don’t bother with a verbal challenge, instead summoning the Claw of Horus and beelining for your chosen dance partner.
The sudden burst of speed allows you to land a vicious uppercut before he can react. You dance back, narrowly dodging the reach of his glorified tree trunk of a club.
There’s a big grin on your face as you start launching probing attacks and picking holes in his defense.
Goddamn, this feels <span class="mu-s">right</span>.
It’s been a long while since you’ve had an opportunity to really cut loose and pulverize something or someone with the Claw of Horus.
Sure, you’ve had fights and all, but the big guns had to be kept in reserve.
But now, you’re free to wail on an opponent that won’t fold like paper if you give him something harsher than a love tap.
Never though you’d actually think fondly of the General, but at least he gave you a square fight.
In your books, there’s not much more you can ask of an enemy.
A furious flurry of blows to the midsection is enough to stagger him, giving you ample opportunity to get in close for something with a bit more kick.
As you go for a clinch, he abruptly swings his club in a deceptively fast arc that’d probably crack your skull like a frying pan meeting an egg.
Thankfully, you manage to duck and follow-through with your attack.
You give him a straight jab in the chops courtesy of a Clawed fist as a stinging reminder that wild swings carry an implicit price. While he’s still regaining his balance, he makes a tactical mistake by throwing another heavy blow your way.
