"You're going to need to hit way harder than that if you want to beat me."A pump of adrenaline washed away Avery’s dazed state. The cogs of his mind quickly accelerated, and he was able to see the battle(field) with clarity once again. Since Avery didn’t have much of a chance to before, a flood of thoughts concerning his opponents burst into his head and caused the world around him to stand still for just a moment. Spear-user with semblance included, aggressive, spirited. That was all well and good, but what stood out about Vermilion the most was that he reminded Avery of one of his dueling partners: Annabelle (
not pulled out of ass).
Knowing that he had to be decisive if he wanted to win against an opponent that was remotely like her, Avery rallied himself. The world around him was slowly brought back into motion, and the transformation of Vermilion’s weapon clicked slowly at first, accelerating like the clangs of a dropped metal ball. In the same window that Vermilion was transforming his weapon, Avery followed suit though it wasn’t nearly an intricate: he moved his hand up the shaft closer to the head and significantly compacted the butt of the spear.
As the transformation of Vermilion’s weapon neared its end, Avery already had an idea of what it was and what its owner planned to do with it. Avery found it odd that Vermilion would resort to a punch when 1) he had a tactical advantage with his semblance and 2) Avery had just disengaged with his partner whose main weapons were fists (at least when they fought seeing as Vivian had an SMG stashed away).
With Vermilion rearing to life, Avery did as well. He dug his left foot into the sand and pivoted hard, adjusting based on the results of his previous failed attempt, and wrapped his right hand near the base of Vermilion’s weapon as it went by. As he was turning, the spears that were behind him came into view, and while the possibility of pulling Vermilion’s weight through them was nice, Avery opted to take his opponents advice instead. Avery clicked on his semblance, specifically targeting Vermilion’s weapon making it feel significantly heavier, and pulled Vermilion’s weight forward hoping to throw him off-balance. Finally, Avery leaned forward toward his opponent’s massed, as if trying to drive a stake through his heart from the opposite end of his body, sent a heavy stab at the side of Vermillion’s ribcage [1].
[1] – 10-12%
Aura: 67% ► 67% (▼ 0%)
Fatigue: 27% ► 39% (▲ 12%)