Sonya normally prided herself on close quarters combat, but in this case, it was a lot trickier when the enemy is literally 'armed' with three foot blades. Thankfully, while 'death matches' weren't that common on the island, she had been training with Scorpion for months now and if there was one thing you had to be when up against such a fighter, it was fast-speed and a good deal of bluffing.
She somehow found herself up against two tarkaten warriors who rushed at her. Ducking, Sonya grabbed a pike from a dead warrior and launched it at the 'faster' Outworld mutant. It struck him in the shoulder, leaving him paralized in one arm and staggering. The other mutant grabbed at him, intending to throw him forward so he could take out the Earth woman-actually, Sonya was hoping they would move closer.
Quickly, Sonya stuck out her right arm, activiating the wrist band again, but this time sending out several pink rings of energy. The energy blast was not as noisy as a rifle attack, but just as affective: it stunned the two warriors on contact, causing them to sieze up before collapsing to the ground. She didn't waste time in waiting for them to recover, instead grabbing the disgarded rifle and gripping it by the nuzzle. Sonya then proceeded to bash their two heads in, not stopping until their heads were all but turned inside out. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't have agreed to such 'over the top' means of combat, but her experience in Outworld was telling-these things would not stop until their death or the death of her allies.
She finally stopped and looked around. The the tarkaten warriors that came after them had finally been killed, with Jax finishing off the last by breaking its spine and neck, but she felt as far from cheerful as possible.
The squad that came after them, they were just a small group and while not much of a challenge-she had a feeling things would only get tougher from now on. They had to regroup with the other Chosen warriors.
Looking at the others with her, her gaze fell to Scorpion, but the 'reality' of his sitaution seemed almost secondary to the mission at hand. It combined with the adrenaline from the battle and left a sort of blessed numbness from the physical and emotional bruises.
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on 2011-03-12 05:30 am (UTC)She somehow found herself up against two tarkaten warriors who rushed at her. Ducking, Sonya grabbed a pike from a dead warrior and launched it at the 'faster' Outworld mutant. It struck him in the shoulder, leaving him paralized in one arm and staggering. The other mutant grabbed at him, intending to throw him forward so he could take out the Earth woman-actually, Sonya was hoping they would move closer.
Quickly, Sonya stuck out her right arm, activiating the wrist band again, but this time sending out several pink rings of energy. The energy blast was not as noisy as a rifle attack, but just as affective: it stunned the two warriors on contact, causing them to sieze up before collapsing to the ground. She didn't waste time in waiting for them to recover, instead grabbing the disgarded rifle and gripping it by the nuzzle. Sonya then proceeded to bash their two heads in, not stopping until their heads were all but turned inside out. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't have agreed to such 'over the top' means of combat, but her experience in Outworld was telling-these things would not stop until their death or the death of her allies.
She finally stopped and looked around. The the tarkaten warriors that came after them had finally been killed, with Jax finishing off the last by breaking its spine and neck, but she felt as far from cheerful as possible.
The squad that came after them, they were just a small group and while not much of a challenge-she had a feeling things would only get tougher from now on. They had to regroup with the other Chosen warriors.
Looking at the others with her, her gaze fell to Scorpion, but the 'reality' of his sitaution seemed almost secondary to the mission at hand. It combined with the adrenaline from the battle and left a sort of blessed numbness from the physical and emotional bruises.