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Post by damian on Feb 26, 2013 18:54:57 GMT -5
The first two rules made sense to him and he could easily understand why they were in place and why Bane had them, it made sense and it was in some ways noble or moral, or perhaps it just fit with Bane's strange sort of honor he seemed to have. The resounding firm "Yes I understand." was what answer Bane received after he questioned each rule, well except Rule 3.
As the large man spoke of the third rule, young Damian frowned and looked hard at Bane as if we were trying to understand, trying to look and see what his weaknesses might have been; to better understand what his own weaknesses might be.
Even if he knew his own weaknesses that didn't mean he wanted to make them real and say them out-loud. His light blue eyes looked away from Bane towards the ground, showing his inexperience, his insecurities. He wasn't sure of what he needed to work on that truly mattered.
He made a face and it was clear that without his mask he was vulnerable his face easily giving away his emotions, his confusion. He curled his lip in disgust as he looked inward for his lesser strengths.
His strengths were easy to list and he was quick to rat off his strengths, his skills. He was a trained assassin, he was skilled in swordsmanship, several languages, and sciences and all sorts of training that he'd been trained in from his birth. But all of these great feats seemed to flounder when he saw what it was he lacked.
Damian Wayne lacked the ability to trust in others, to rely on anyone, to be able to count on those around him. He also lacked people skills and he lacked true strength, he needed to be stronger, quicker and he needed to be better. He could always get better and he had to admit that he wasn't at his peak performance.
He said these things but that did not mean that he didn't feel as though he was swallowing a frog. Young Damian couldn't quite erase or hide the look of utter distaste as he spoke of his flaws.
Once that was said he curled his fist his blue eyes narrowed into a glare as he focused on Bane and for a moment merely stood his ground and openly studied him. He didn't give any indication to his opponent that he was done studying him. He drew his right leg back slightly behind his left and crouched slightly before he took two running steps at top speed, toward Batman's rival and leapt up into the air and twisted his body directly above Bane's person and brought his right hand down in a punch for the top of Bane's head a risky move, but he felt he had a chance, and he would be able to see his body fully from this angle to try and understand whatever would be about to happen to him, as he was demonstrated the form of the moves he'd be learning through a crash course.
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Post by Bane on Mar 2, 2013 16:02:34 GMT -5
Bane paid attention to every detail, noted every important action, phrase, and movement. The small things along with the obvious and he learned so much. Both what he already knew and reinforcement of suspicions. Bane knew this child had trust issues, being pulled between the shadowiest organizations on Earth could breed that easily. Even if The Dark Knight didn't agree, his group was a shadow organization. In the public eye, only part of them existed. And the League was by far one of their own, perhaps the one even. He grinned wickedly towards the child as he got into a combat stance and pondered his moves. Even if slight, Bane noticed the preparatory movements the child made before with great swift, he leaped at him and attempted to strike from above, he was attempting a scouting strike.
"Interesting."
Bane said as, upon the tiny fist making the slightest contact with his body, his body shifted. His right foot pressed up slightly on the ball as his left rotated very slightly as he maneuvered himself into a perfect position as it hit him. The strike for about a millisecond moved and connected and then, lifted upwards in mid motion, the child eying Bane's movements closely. The child was waiting for something obvious. A movement or positioning that hinted to what he was about to do. And none of that came as the exact second he felt the stinging strike not on his body, Bane rapidly pushed up and slightly jumped upwards and forward, performing a tiny leap on his right foot. More importantly however was what came during the leap as he lifted his head up, presenting his forehead and it impacted directly with the child's thumb. As he continued the motion, he tilted his head just a little more, pushing the thumb out and away from the closed fist. And then while still on his left foot in the leap, with great speed and force, he jumped upwards at an angle as his head was nestled into the joint. And with that motion, Bane's forceful push wrenched the child's thumb back violently with a loud crack before suddenly landing a couple feet from his original position though in the direction Damian was leaping in, closing distance as well. As the child landed, Bane turned towards him.
"You already know that every part of your body is a weapon. And like a weapon, it can be used to kill a target or weaken their defense. Unlike the League and Bruce however, my style of combat is designed to destroy an opponent's offense. For I will always outlast them. And I will always outlast a combat style designed to quickly finish someone. Get your barrings, your next lesson begins now. I will now show you an offensive technique that will be guaranteed to damage and ultimately defeat any of your brothers."
He breathed in slowly as he observed the child. Like it or not, he learned the technique through observation. Mastered, no, that would take time. But learned absolutely. He understood the mechanics, implementation, and utility of it and how it favored Bane's method of combat and how it hindered more offensive styles. He cracked his neck once then stood at the ready.
"The most important part of any technique is knowledge. Hiding it from your opponent and learning it from your opponent. The disadvantage of your...family's...chosen forms of combat is how open they are. They reveal too much advanced techniques in a short period of time. The most dangerous technique is the one your opponent's do not expect. You know this. They utilize stealth to combat this error. And tools. And yet, I've equaled or defeated them using only my body. There is a reason for this. Many advanced techniques I've utilized were not against them. They weren't needed. They weren't as martially sophisticated as yourself. So, I'll demonstrate to you one of the few techniques I've bothered naming, purely because it was what I used to kill Judomaster. Defend yourself appropriately to the best of your ability."
He let the final piece of what he said sunk in. Granted, the killing blow was known. But, the actual technique formation he used to kill him only Judomaster himself knew. Until know. Bane observed his distance from the child and grinned. He took a single step and pressed forth to the child. He prepared a sequence of maneuvers that would position the child accordingly to deliver the five strikes in the technique that would defeat the child. When all five hit, it would create an intense feeling of nausea, dry heaving, vertigo, and muscle spasms in the lower and upper body. The specific strikes being in a specific order a foreknuckle swift stab to the forehead, an open palm strike to the right inner thigh hitting the femoral artery, a swift roundhouse to the back of the achilles, a double, two finger jab hard into each armpit and a closed palm strike to the liver. Bane moved with the intention of hitting these strikes while using other strikes to mask this assault as well.
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Post by damian on Mar 4, 2013 12:31:30 GMT -5
Damian caught the movements that Bane made, but his assult left him with little room to momuever in the air and as he came down, he could only watch with sharp, hard blue eyes as the movements seemed to play out in slow motion for him, as every move Bane made, brought him closer to what he could only susupect would be pain filled agony, as those were the moves that Bane was known for. He took your offense and turned it against you. As his thumb was pushed away from his closed fist, the young minature Bruce Wayne could do nothing more then take a small breath of air into his lungs and try to keep his body from tensing up, as he caught Bane pushing off with his other foot and with a forced swallow, he let his body go limp and the feeling of thumb being driving backward followed by the crack, had him pulling his hand close to his chest, with a strangled gulp of air, as he didn’t scream at the pain that went through his hand and half way up his arm. His body hit the ground, rolling into a slide on his back across the cement ground and through the blood that had been spilled from his enemies of his earlier fight. His other hand held his wrist trying to ease the pain, as he forced himself to look down at this thumb, and locate the break, he would do nothing about it, because, because he was not in the correct state of mind to do it. He needed to calm down, he needed to relax and right now, he knew that he didn’t have that luxury. As he carefully dropped his good hand from his wrist, he got himself to stand without a bit of hesitancy. He would get through this, he was not a weakling, he was no weak, and he would show Bane just what he was made of. Damian listened as his Grandfather's acquaintance spoke telling him how his style was different from Bruce's and also the League of Assassins. Above all Damian heard that he could use this style, these moves to take out, to defeat his rivals to show them and Batman who should have his attention and why he should be the only one, the only Robin.
He ignored the pain in his thumb and raised his arm in a defensive movement to guard his front as he raised his other good arm and made be able to either be offensive or defensive movements. His blue eyes narrowed and he took a deep relaxing breath as he widened his stance in an attempt to be prepared for what was surely coming his way.
Bane's movements he was able to keep up with as he came at him, but was not able to affectively block or dodge or counter his attacks. As the strikes continued to land at his form, he felt the pain and the nausea that was so quick to follow.
The next set of strikes that landed had his body in pain and spasms of his body had him on the ground, in his back like a little girl as his body spasmed without his saw so. He rolled his head knowing full well he was going to be sick. As the spasms stopped long enough for him to roll to his knees he vomited up what little in his stomach.
His body hurt all over and it took him several minutes to finally be able to rise to his feet, and even then his body was still shaking and he looked unable to be on his feet for too much longer. He walked closer to Bane and stood out in the open. He looked pale and weak as though he might fall flat on his face at any moment.
He coughed his good hand moving to rub at his armored chest as he felt sore and his gloved hand moved up to gently rub at his neck. He didn't speak, his humiliation at this quite high, but Damian has always held the expectation that he was invincible that be would just naturally be better then others, then anyone that tried to best him.
He listened to what Bane had to say to him, most of it strangely comforting to know that he wasn't a complete failure. That he could actually learn this, that he could be better, that he would be better with Bane's help, with his teachings.
A light flash of light caught his attention as he turned his head, his left leg giving out suddenly and having his body shift to the left leaving him exposed and vulnerable.
Damian felt an intense pain in his chest before he even realized that he'd been thrown a few inches backward and landed hard on his back. He took a shallow breath as blood filled his mouth. His blue eyes lowering to look at his chest as he only saw the red liquid that spilled out of a hole in his chest. He had a moment of lucidity in his thoughts as he was suddenly very afraid as his world swam into darkness.
Robin's body lay prone on the ground, his armored tunic held a nice round large hole in it where blood poured out. His tunic keeping the rest of his chest together and somewhat closed. The rifle round broke ribs on its way to his heart, but his ribs deflected the bullet from hitting his heart and that is what at the moment was keeping him alive. The bullet lodged in the other side of his body loosely tucked into his lower back.
Damian slipped into a coma, his mind shutting down in an attempt to handle the trauma that was done to him. His suit was releasing a signal, a distress signal the moment his body had lain motionless for several moments and his heart and grown stressed and then weak. The jammer was suddenly off and the monitors that would pick up the signal were immediately notified. The loud shrill sound would grab the attention of any who'd have been at the computer and from there the last known location of the fifth Robin was sent to only a select few, those Bruce considered family, those of the Bat-Family were notified.
Damian Wayne took one small labored breath as he reflexively swallowed back the rich, red liquid of his own blood as his heart slowed.
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