The Hunted Chapter 8
Century Square. A constant calm in the seemingly ongoing struggle for peace in this country. In it's short history, there have already been 2 civil wars between humans and mutants. Add in several skirmishes and numerous political struggles, and you have enough conflict for 5 countries that are twice as old as Gennora. Yet during all of the battles, Century Square has been untouched by the effects of war, until now.
Appearing in the square, the Hunter looked around, trying to find a way out. Running through the park, he was stopped by a rocket in the back.
“Where do you think your going?” Fantasy said in a menacing voice. “I was just starting to have fun.”
Firing an energy blast, the Hunter knocked Fantasy back twenty feet. Doing a handspring to get back on his feet, Fantasy walk towards his foe.
“Didn't you learn anything in River City? It’s going to take more then that to keep me down.”
Fantasy charged several shuriken and threw them, but the Hunter managed to avoid most of them, getting hit in the shoulder instead of the chest. Getting to his feet, he pulled a grenade from his belt.
“Oh I learned something. I just needed to check a theory. I learned that my weapons could knock out your fancy shield thing. I also learned that I can see how powerful it is. Your shield is failing, and I have plenty of fire power left.”
The Hunter threw the grenade and it landed on front of Fantasy, knocking him off his feet.
“He's right.” Fantasy thought to himself. “ I can feel my blast shield failing. It barely deflected the shrapnel from that grenade. I might have to do this the old fashioned way.”
Getting to his feet, Fantasy extended blades on the back of his gauntlets and leapt through the air towards the Hunter, landing several blows. Landing, he launched a series of kicks and punches, moving so fast that his hands and feet were a blur. As hard and as fast ahs he was hitting him, Fantasy's attack didn't seem to have much effect on the Hunter, who was being pushed back, but would not fall.
Blocking one of Fantasy's punches, the Hunter began his attack, striking with such ferocity wild animals protecting their young looked tame by comparison. Knocking Fantasy off his feet with a punch that would have leveled a small house, the Hunter drew his sword and moved in for the kill.
Appearing in the square, the Hunter looked around, trying to find a way out. Running through the park, he was stopped by a rocket in the back.
“Where do you think your going?” Fantasy said in a menacing voice. “I was just starting to have fun.”
Firing an energy blast, the Hunter knocked Fantasy back twenty feet. Doing a handspring to get back on his feet, Fantasy walk towards his foe.
“Didn't you learn anything in River City? It’s going to take more then that to keep me down.”
Fantasy charged several shuriken and threw them, but the Hunter managed to avoid most of them, getting hit in the shoulder instead of the chest. Getting to his feet, he pulled a grenade from his belt.
“Oh I learned something. I just needed to check a theory. I learned that my weapons could knock out your fancy shield thing. I also learned that I can see how powerful it is. Your shield is failing, and I have plenty of fire power left.”
The Hunter threw the grenade and it landed on front of Fantasy, knocking him off his feet.
“He's right.” Fantasy thought to himself. “ I can feel my blast shield failing. It barely deflected the shrapnel from that grenade. I might have to do this the old fashioned way.”
Getting to his feet, Fantasy extended blades on the back of his gauntlets and leapt through the air towards the Hunter, landing several blows. Landing, he launched a series of kicks and punches, moving so fast that his hands and feet were a blur. As hard and as fast ahs he was hitting him, Fantasy's attack didn't seem to have much effect on the Hunter, who was being pushed back, but would not fall.
Blocking one of Fantasy's punches, the Hunter began his attack, striking with such ferocity wild animals protecting their young looked tame by comparison. Knocking Fantasy off his feet with a punch that would have leveled a small house, the Hunter drew his sword and moved in for the kill.
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