Post by Talon on Sept 3, 2012 21:32:11 GMT -5
[style= font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width: 445px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px] The intent had been there, as was the careful planning put together last minute for her strike. While she assumed that her assault would be successful she had mistakenly forgotten the other variables that were in play. Seattle's wet, raining season had brought about a quick shower earlier in the evening and while the air clung with only a reminder of the downfall, the dirt beneath her feet was still drenched in nature's natural shower. Her movements, while light and almost soundless could not avoid that squelching of mud as a little extra weight was exerted to her base and she pushed into the air to launch her body at Oliver Queen. The thought had not even crossed her mind and the apparent roar of what sounded like delight from the circus tent was thought to be enough of a cover for her movements.
Had she calculated wrong or had she underestimated her opponent? It was, not the time to ask of course. Instead she had to work hard in suppressing her surprise and not allowing the shock to become plaster on her face. Not that he would particularly see her expression under her flapping, owl-esque mask, but if she allowed the emotion to reach her face then certainly her actions would suffer from the consequences.
Instead, she allowed the clean swipe of her blade against his cheek offer some satisfaction in her attempt. If anything, it would merely be a display of her intent and if that was not clear then her latter actions would surely be enough. The thought of how agile and quick his response to her assault was lingered in her mind but she did not dwell upon it. Surely it was just a stroke of luck and Talon did not allow his movements to cloud her mind. He was quick to evade and cleanly land a blow to her gut that didn't pain her, but DID knock some wind of out her as her forward momentum allowed the perfect oppositional force to be affected by his blow. She staggered back momentarily, her eyes watching as the blond haired man scrambled out of view and behind a set of crates.
Would he call for help or was this merely an attempt to seek shelter. No time to think of his actions, Talon was on a tight schedule here and by the rumble within the circus she had an idea that perhaps the show was nearing its end. That would mean Oliver Queen would have the sanctity of exiting patrons to shelter him from her deadly strikes. She would not permit it, she would not let this be a failure for the owls.
Narrowing her eyes, she quickly bounded forward. Starting off with a run, she rolled her body forward into a flip, performing - one, two, and the third one landing her atop the set of crates. Surely the resonating thump of her small feet would bring fear to his mind and his actions would be further fogged by extreme anxiety. She caught the ending of his statement as he seemingly spoke to no one and quickly she rolled of the crate and landed before him.
Her figure was surely a menacing sight. The moon light acting as her back light as it accentuated the golf and gleaming accents on her uniform and the hollow round eyes that stared down at him. She did not allow him time to shout or yell as she quickly lunged forward, one arm outstretched and attempted to grab for his collar. Should he move, she was prepared to use her other free hand to attempt another slash at his bobbing head.
The weapon on his sleeve went slightly unnoticed as she considered that in such close proximity he would be unable to utilize the crossbow to its full potential. She considered him am amateur otherwise and showed full confidence in the fact that she could cleanly evade his arrows.
Leaping forward, with the target sprawled onto the ground, Talon raised her dagger overhead, his eyes focused on his heart which was not doubt beating with plump life within his chest. Just as she prepared to drive it forward, the zipping sound of metal cutting the air caught her attention and a pointed object intruded into her right hand.
No pain or submissive howl was emitted from her as she felt the arrow, barbed along its edges cut through her gloves and entered her soft flesh beneath the slight armor. She could feel the ragged edges tear through extra tissue and nerve fibers as it latched onto her skin and embedded itself so deep - as if to show that it was going to stay. Her eyes had widened as most of her response and the new distraction had allowed her prey to drive away from her, once again finding safety.
Landing on the wet ground, the mind uplifting and landed onto her loose pant, she turn very slowly and just in time to immediately side step another arrow that was set loose upon her.
A figure stood in the distance and as she stood cautiously she removed the bow with her hand. Talon ignored the blood that spurt out and the resulting pain from the forcible exit. Her body was already working around the area, cells regenerating tissue and the blood flow stopping as the skin returned to its natural state.
Narrowing her eyes she looked into the distance, assuming that the trajectory of the arrows would provide insight on her new assailant. The shadows offered for now, a momentary shadow and in the time being he only offered his silhouette her. She could see the gleam of the tip of his arrow as he held it aimed for her, and the shaking that resulted as he strained the bow to its maximum pull. Was this an accomplice of Oliver Queen, a body guard? An odd choice of weapons for someone who was protecting a billion dollars.
"Hey, you gotta go find your own kill."
The figure spoke as he released the arrow, the bow quivering and shooting it straight for Talon's head.
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Had she calculated wrong or had she underestimated her opponent? It was, not the time to ask of course. Instead she had to work hard in suppressing her surprise and not allowing the shock to become plaster on her face. Not that he would particularly see her expression under her flapping, owl-esque mask, but if she allowed the emotion to reach her face then certainly her actions would suffer from the consequences.
Instead, she allowed the clean swipe of her blade against his cheek offer some satisfaction in her attempt. If anything, it would merely be a display of her intent and if that was not clear then her latter actions would surely be enough. The thought of how agile and quick his response to her assault was lingered in her mind but she did not dwell upon it. Surely it was just a stroke of luck and Talon did not allow his movements to cloud her mind. He was quick to evade and cleanly land a blow to her gut that didn't pain her, but DID knock some wind of out her as her forward momentum allowed the perfect oppositional force to be affected by his blow. She staggered back momentarily, her eyes watching as the blond haired man scrambled out of view and behind a set of crates.
Would he call for help or was this merely an attempt to seek shelter. No time to think of his actions, Talon was on a tight schedule here and by the rumble within the circus she had an idea that perhaps the show was nearing its end. That would mean Oliver Queen would have the sanctity of exiting patrons to shelter him from her deadly strikes. She would not permit it, she would not let this be a failure for the owls.
Narrowing her eyes, she quickly bounded forward. Starting off with a run, she rolled her body forward into a flip, performing - one, two, and the third one landing her atop the set of crates. Surely the resonating thump of her small feet would bring fear to his mind and his actions would be further fogged by extreme anxiety. She caught the ending of his statement as he seemingly spoke to no one and quickly she rolled of the crate and landed before him.
Her figure was surely a menacing sight. The moon light acting as her back light as it accentuated the golf and gleaming accents on her uniform and the hollow round eyes that stared down at him. She did not allow him time to shout or yell as she quickly lunged forward, one arm outstretched and attempted to grab for his collar. Should he move, she was prepared to use her other free hand to attempt another slash at his bobbing head.
The weapon on his sleeve went slightly unnoticed as she considered that in such close proximity he would be unable to utilize the crossbow to its full potential. She considered him am amateur otherwise and showed full confidence in the fact that she could cleanly evade his arrows.
Leaping forward, with the target sprawled onto the ground, Talon raised her dagger overhead, his eyes focused on his heart which was not doubt beating with plump life within his chest. Just as she prepared to drive it forward, the zipping sound of metal cutting the air caught her attention and a pointed object intruded into her right hand.
No pain or submissive howl was emitted from her as she felt the arrow, barbed along its edges cut through her gloves and entered her soft flesh beneath the slight armor. She could feel the ragged edges tear through extra tissue and nerve fibers as it latched onto her skin and embedded itself so deep - as if to show that it was going to stay. Her eyes had widened as most of her response and the new distraction had allowed her prey to drive away from her, once again finding safety.
Landing on the wet ground, the mind uplifting and landed onto her loose pant, she turn very slowly and just in time to immediately side step another arrow that was set loose upon her.
A figure stood in the distance and as she stood cautiously she removed the bow with her hand. Talon ignored the blood that spurt out and the resulting pain from the forcible exit. Her body was already working around the area, cells regenerating tissue and the blood flow stopping as the skin returned to its natural state.
Narrowing her eyes she looked into the distance, assuming that the trajectory of the arrows would provide insight on her new assailant. The shadows offered for now, a momentary shadow and in the time being he only offered his silhouette her. She could see the gleam of the tip of his arrow as he held it aimed for her, and the shaking that resulted as he strained the bow to its maximum pull. Was this an accomplice of Oliver Queen, a body guard? An odd choice of weapons for someone who was protecting a billion dollars.
"Hey, you gotta go find your own kill."
The figure spoke as he released the arrow, the bow quivering and shooting it straight for Talon's head.
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