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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 4, 2013 6:30:49 GMT
Bruce moved forward and up. He slowed and remained in the shadows, closing his eyes to listen. He saw two with guns, and there were others, where the woman had gone. He'd deal with these two first.
One batarang in hand, the grappling gun in the other.
He crept around, flipped the batarang up, and threw it at the gun barrel of one of them. At the same time he leapt in at that same man, getting a knee ready for contact while also aiming his grappling gun with his other hand, aiming at the other man's neck. He fired as he struck the first man.
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Post by Jaina Hudson on Aug 4, 2013 6:39:48 GMT
The batarang knocked the gun out of his hand, and a knife replaced it almost instantly, as both men saw Bats come flying from the shadows. The first man moved, taking a glancing blow to the cheek and falling to the ground, while the other ducked, pulling his gun up to aim at Batman's head.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 4, 2013 6:41:05 GMT
Bruce waited for a second as the gun came up. He swept his arm up and locked the man's arms together. With his free arm he threw a punch right into his face before grabbing the barrel of the gun. A simple twist pulled it free, allowing him to smash the man in the head with it.
He whipped around to the knife man and threw a batarang for the man's shoulder. He didn't have time for this.
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Post by Jaina Hudson on Aug 4, 2013 6:43:43 GMT
The gun man fell, unconscious, but the knife man rolled, flipping to his feet in an expert maneuver.
"Ra's al Ghul sends his regards." He said before stabbing at the unprotected part of Batman's face.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 4, 2013 6:45:40 GMT
He drew both of his hands up, catching the blade just before it could hit.
"And I send mine!" he hissed, pushing so the blade would go aside, even if he still had his grip on it by just moving his arms away. Bruce rammed his head into the other man's before throwing a palm strike for the throat. He was already turning to go after the others.
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Post by Jaina Hudson on Aug 4, 2013 6:48:40 GMT
The man dropped to the floor with a gurgle, clutching his throat as the knife clattered to the ground.
Outside, the men had already sufficiently restrained Rabbit, and had thrown her in the trunk, locking it.
"We should go help them inside." One said.
"Grab your swords first." Another said, and they all nodded, before grabbing swords from the backseat.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 4, 2013 6:50:10 GMT
A few smokebombs rolled under the vehicle before going off. If they were from the League, they could probably fight through this, but it still gave Bruce some edge.
He shot his grappling gun at one of them, aiming for the neck to try to draw him in. He'd start with one, then go into close quarters.
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Post by Jaina Hudson on Aug 4, 2013 6:52:09 GMT
The target was hit, and tried to cut the line with his sword. The others followed the line, attacking Batman in tandem.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 4, 2013 6:53:35 GMT
He tossed the grappling gun upwards and rolled to the side. He stepped forward, throwing a punch for the first one's kidney while lifting his other hand up to go for the neck from the front. He'd bring him down in two moves before going onto the next, by which point they would probably figure out that he wasn't on the other end of the grappling gun.
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Post by Jaina Hudson on Aug 4, 2013 6:55:37 GMT
The man took both hits, dropping his blade. The man who'd charged with him turned, seeing a dark outline, and stabbed towards it.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 4, 2013 6:56:47 GMT
He swung his arm up, catching it on his arm spikes. He moved forward, letting the blade slide between two of the spikes. As soon as he got near, his plan was to go for a throat shot instantly, since he didn't have kidney access.
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Post by Jaina Hudson on Aug 4, 2013 6:58:58 GMT
The man adjusted his position, trying to get out of the way to dodge the punch.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 4, 2013 6:59:44 GMT
Just in case he needed it, Bruce broke his other arm away from the blade, going for a gut punch while his throat punch kept on course.
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Post by Jaina Hudson on Aug 4, 2013 14:27:50 GMT
The blade suddenly wasn't being blocked anymore. An armored fist grazed the man's neck, while another crashed into his gut, knocking the wind out of him. His training took over, and he pulled the blade back, stabbing for Batman's exposed face. The third man charged, trying to flank Batman.
In the trunk, Rabbit was panicking. This wasn't the plan, this wasn't the plan... kept playing on repeat in her head. These weren't the guys she had hired, and this wasn't how it was supposed to go. She had hired some street toughs to try and ambush the White Rabbit, but these guys had appeared instead. They did seem more intent on Batman, but still. She simply laid there, hands and feet bound and gagged, not even moving, as her mind fired in overdrive.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 4, 2013 14:32:43 GMT
Bruce was in a partial crouch as he was, somewhat tilted away from the man he had punched. As soon as the blade came, he span away from it, since he was facing that way already. He was able to catch sight of the other man during that spin, and thrust his arm up upon completing his rotation, catching the blade just barely against his spikes. He slammed his other arm down on top of the blade, and forced his arms together in an attempt to snap the blade.
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