His sword whistled through the air, it's most vile destination only moments away from realization. He had ained high, and sure, for his opponents arm. Hoping to take it away as a punishment for his opponent's reckless charge and equally idiotic haymaker.
Alas, his own attempt was not meant to be, as his opponent exhibited an unnatural aptitude in speed and reflex, connecting with the newly manifested shield, realizing his danger and darting off with only his middle digit being lost to the veteran swordsman. That this had transpired and that his prize was not an arm, ignited a fire under Alphonse and he leapt to extinguish it.
How? The death of Hiro.
His opponent had so foolishly left many openings, and as the sword cut through flesh and bone, detaching the digit, he used the momentum to coil the bones in his legs and pounce. Hiro was mid-flight, and shortly after, so was Alphonse. When Hiro landed some five feet away, he would be faced with one sword swinging from left to right. When he landed his right sword was immediately jutted into the ground to act as a quick base, to propel him in a vicious circular motion; his left sword was aimed primarily towards the middle of him, hoping to cut off any potential upward or downward dodge.
See, Alphonse landed not more than two moments behind Hiro, having leapt a similar distance to the man, and executed his attack. What Hiro had planned would need to be put on halt if he were to find a way to escape this onslaught. The pressure Alphonse was applying had come from years of travel, through both land and time, and learning that to stay on the offensive was almost Paramount in his situation.
He, however, would not neglect his magical means of combat either; for before him was an opponent who wielded the most outright deadly of part of nature, one that dealt more damage per hit than any other. Lightning. Alphonse was forever wary of those who used magic in this fashion. Elements came with additional effects, his Chi did not. Therefore, his Chi once more welled up in him, bubbling like a fountain - just beneath the surface.
Could Hiro once more display his speed and confirm what Alphonse suspected of him. Or would his defiance turn out to be the last burst of adrenaline for a man marked for dead.
Alas, his own attempt was not meant to be, as his opponent exhibited an unnatural aptitude in speed and reflex, connecting with the newly manifested shield, realizing his danger and darting off with only his middle digit being lost to the veteran swordsman. That this had transpired and that his prize was not an arm, ignited a fire under Alphonse and he leapt to extinguish it.
How? The death of Hiro.
His opponent had so foolishly left many openings, and as the sword cut through flesh and bone, detaching the digit, he used the momentum to coil the bones in his legs and pounce. Hiro was mid-flight, and shortly after, so was Alphonse. When Hiro landed some five feet away, he would be faced with one sword swinging from left to right. When he landed his right sword was immediately jutted into the ground to act as a quick base, to propel him in a vicious circular motion; his left sword was aimed primarily towards the middle of him, hoping to cut off any potential upward or downward dodge.
See, Alphonse landed not more than two moments behind Hiro, having leapt a similar distance to the man, and executed his attack. What Hiro had planned would need to be put on halt if he were to find a way to escape this onslaught. The pressure Alphonse was applying had come from years of travel, through both land and time, and learning that to stay on the offensive was almost Paramount in his situation.
He, however, would not neglect his magical means of combat either; for before him was an opponent who wielded the most outright deadly of part of nature, one that dealt more damage per hit than any other. Lightning. Alphonse was forever wary of those who used magic in this fashion. Elements came with additional effects, his Chi did not. Therefore, his Chi once more welled up in him, bubbling like a fountain - just beneath the surface.
Could Hiro once more display his speed and confirm what Alphonse suspected of him. Or would his defiance turn out to be the last burst of adrenaline for a man marked for dead.