Another arcing punch found the Sergeant's leather vambrace, jarring Hunter's right arm. Another punch got through Fyn's defense with it's sheer power, nailing him on the cheek. Hunter felt lacerations in his mouth from the hit, spitting blood out before facing the soldier again. He realized this can't go on for much longer, he needs to get on the offensive.
Fyn backed up a step in order to clear himself some room for maneuvering. He recalled his stay in Koniria, when he was captured as a prisoner of war and began instructing them i the military stratagem of The Jadelyn Empire. One of the things practiced on that far away country were the Konirian martial arts, based on take downs and grapples. Hunter did his best to learn the technique and moves that were shown to him, and after more than a year of staying there he actually got pretty darn good. Damn useful for bar fights and the like, when he wasn't inclined to start slicing people in half due to some drunkard's remark. Time to put those skills to use...
Hunter feinted a jab at the heavy, receiving the exact reaction he wanted - a powerful, but off balance punch coming in from the right. Fyn, with amazing alacrity leaned sideways, placed both of his hands on the ground, raised himself off the ground and delivered a powerful kick with both legs to the 4th Squadmember's chest. As the heavy began to topple over, the Sergeant quickly transitioned from the kick to wrapping both legs around the opponent's plated arm. As they both went down in that position, Hunter grabbed the heavy's hand and with the power of his legs began bending it at the forearm joint. A howl of pain erupted from the armored victim, before a snap was heard.
"Hope you'll find a healer..." muttered Hunter as he got up. The scream of the heavy caused the Sergeant of the 4th Squad to approach Fyn, with his hands up in a boxing stance.
Sergeant Helon confronted Hunter with panic in his voice, "Are you insane, Sergeant? You just broke his arm!"
Hunter shook his head, "What about you charging at us with our backs to you?"
The marine Sergeant looked over Helon... This one's going to be tough. He look like he actually had martial art technique, unlike the heavy he fought before, who fought with his sheer power and anger. Hunter didn't want to start trading punches with him. That wouldn't end well.
Unless...Well... Fuck it, let's try this
"I don't know if you've been noticing... But my squad is decimating yours. The broken arm of this lad here is the least of your worries" Fyn nodded toward Helon's shoulder, toward the direction of the squad members fighting.
The Sergeant heavy's eyes widened momentarily before looking back. I almost feel bad for this... Using his concern and protective nature against him. Hell, the faster this ends the less injuries everyone will receive.
As Helon turned around, Hunter quickly pulled the helmet of his previous opponent's head, and brought it with full power against Sergeant Helon's face just as he turned his face back to face the marine.
A sickening sound, and the big heavy was on his way down to the ground.
Hunter took the respite to analyze the fight. Merek seemed to be squaring off with a heavy... as Ana surprised her opponent with some impressive moves, before actually pulling him out of the water he fell in and leaving him unconscious. By Trake's whiskers, I hope she doesn't have any munitions on her...
"Hey, Ana? No weapons, right?" shouted the Sergeant over, hoping she hears him.
Zyre was skillfully taking on a second heavy, while Cynric blasted an opponent with lightning, before being kicked in the face by what seemed to be an actually agile heavy. The Sergeant nodded his head in approval as Xavier rushed into there, throwing the heavies away from Cynric. Viktor, with his glaive placed away, seemed to be enjoying the battle the most as he squared up with his enemy.
Iver got one of the bastards down, but took some damage in the process. Acele was healing him up though, Oponn bless that healer, but was then hit and crumpled down. To Hunter's relieve, Sean made his way over there, charging like a bull and getting that heavy off Acele. Not bad, not bad
Sound began to get through the Sergeant's adrenaline, and he noticed that all the new recruits, crowded around the fight, were excitingly roaring.
"9th Squad! 9th Squad! 9th Squad!"
Hunter smirked as he also noticed some of the abysmal expressions on the ships, who obviously bet on the heavies to take this one. Ah... A lot of gold will be lost today.
The Sergeant noticed, with alarm, how a third heavy was running up to Iver, Acele, and Sean.
Hunter was quick to even the odds, running up behind one of the heavies, and at speed, swiped both legs under the armored opponent, who went down in a clamor of armor against floor.