Valkur
The True Valkyria, Valkur!
- Location
- Fólkvangr
Edit: failing the above I'll change to maybe swarming punching. We need to end fights fast and we don't want to give our powered enemies time to retaliate.
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Holding Out For A Hero: An Original Superhero Quest
- Thread starter Agent 99
- Start date
- Original Superhero
Edit: failing the above I'll change to maybe swarming punching. We need to end fights fast and we don't want to give our powered enemies time to retaliate.
Barondoctor
The things I chase come to me.
- Location
- The other side of the mirror
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
[X] Learn Sambo. A Russian martial art focused on striking and grappling. Practitioners use punches, kicks, headbutts, knees, as well as various holds, chokes, and locks.
Imagine, if you will, a Russian version of Krav Maga, or if BJJ had a ground game and a striking game. That's Sambo.
Imagine, if you will, a Russian version of Krav Maga, or if BJJ had a ground game and a striking game. That's Sambo.
Barondoctor
The things I chase come to me.
- Location
- The other side of the mirror
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
About 48 hours
Hmm, consider our combat roles:
-We use our sword pointy end first for hard targets.
-We use our sword with pommel strikes and flat spanking for nonlethal takedowns on less skilled/durable targets.
-We're superhumanly strong, though not at the top tier.
So we want martial arts for:
-Nonlethal takedowns for someone who'd die if we stabbed them and are too hard to nail if holding back with the blade.
-When our sword is out of reach and we need to hit them right now rather than summon or grab it.
-If we can find a martial art that works with our sword that's extra good.
[X] Learn Hapkido. A Korean martial art focused on striking, grappling and throwing. Practitioners also use various weapons like swords, knives, and various staffs.
Works with our weapon, diversifies easily into other weapons and the grappling moves let us take down squishies better than coring them and healing them.
-We use our sword pointy end first for hard targets.
-We use our sword with pommel strikes and flat spanking for nonlethal takedowns on less skilled/durable targets.
-We're superhumanly strong, though not at the top tier.
So we want martial arts for:
-Nonlethal takedowns for someone who'd die if we stabbed them and are too hard to nail if holding back with the blade.
-When our sword is out of reach and we need to hit them right now rather than summon or grab it.
-If we can find a martial art that works with our sword that's extra good.
[X] Learn Hapkido. A Korean martial art focused on striking, grappling and throwing. Practitioners also use various weapons like swords, knives, and various staffs.
Works with our weapon, diversifies easily into other weapons and the grappling moves let us take down squishies better than coring them and healing them.
- Location
- Head in the clouds
[X] Learn Hapkido. A Korean martial art focused on striking, grappling and throwing. Practitioners also use various weapons like swords, knives, and various staffs.
And beyond use for squishy targets - it also just covers training with the sword. And for dealing with someone stronger or as strong - we would want to be able to restrain/push back peer opponents. Someone as strong at us we want in sword range not grappling range.
And beyond use for squishy targets - it also just covers training with the sword. And for dealing with someone stronger or as strong - we would want to be able to restrain/push back peer opponents. Someone as strong at us we want in sword range not grappling range.
- Location
- Calgary
[X] Learn Hapkido. A Korean martial art focused on striking, grappling and throwing. Practitioners also use various weapons like swords, knives, and various staffs.
--[X] Purchase and study the Longsword Manuals that HEMA practitioners use.
I'm surprised nobody thought to mention that there are people dedicated to mastering the weapon we actuall use.
--[X] Purchase and study the Longsword Manuals that HEMA practitioners use.
I'm surprised nobody thought to mention that there are people dedicated to mastering the weapon we actuall use.
Epilogue: Profligate
Several hours later, in the prisoner wing of La Colonia Surgical Center
Charles Garrick came to in a familiar location. It was a prisoner wing of a hospital. The harsh florescent lights shown down on her. His mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton. His entire body was numb. He tried to move hisarms to scratch his face, when he heard a "clang" and found he couldn't move his arms. Both arms and legs were cuffed to the metal rails at the edge of his hospital bed, and his neck was restrained as well. That was when the memories of how he came to be here started to drip in.
Much like the last time, he was hooked up to a heart monitor, which made a steady beeping sound. Stuck in his right arm, was an IV with a bag of a clear fluid.
"That absolute knat…" He growled. He tried to struggle against his bonds, but it was no use. He was stuck. Seeing the futility, he stared back at the ceiling.
"Come on, Profligate. You managed to escape once. You can do it again…" He said.
That was when he heard footsteps, some talking, and then saw the door opening. He briefly saw an armored cop outside holding a shotgun standing guard. Coming Inside came a 5 foot nothing woman wearing scrubs, a facemask and gloves.
Charles was tempted to ignore her. She was here to do her job, nothing more. That was until she reached into her pocket and took out an old flip phone. He blew air out of his nose. He didn't know if he should be insulted that she was on her phone, or that it's was so ancient. But after she dialed a number, she put the phone up to his ear, and a familiar voice came out.
"You failed me"
Charles's heart rate spiked and his heart monitor started beeping louder when he heard who was on the other side of the phone. The mask wearing woman was still as a statue, looking out the window.
Quickly, however, the panic was buried under a layer of self confidence, and Charles took a breath. "It was bad luck." Charles said. "Vigil managed to-"
"I did not call you for excuses" K interrupted. He was about to continue before he was interrupted a coughing fit. Charles didn't say anything, letting the man finish. "You…" The man said through a hoarse voice. "You expected to carry on my legacy, when you are captured by a fresh to the streets vigilante?"
"H-" Charles started to defend himself, but he was cut off.
"Being captured once is something that I could forgive. We were all young once. But twice? To the same rookie? Not to mention how you abandoned your own plan."
"W-" Charles started before K verbally barreled over him.
"Yes, I talked to your associate. The one who helped you escape from prison. From what he said, you had a workable plan to eliminate Vigil. One that I would use myself if I had to come up with it. But you abandoned it the first time you saw them. Like a greenhorn hunter firing a shot at a buck before he's even adjusted his scope. Before he even baited the trap or got himself into position." He started another loud coughing fit and Charles could feel his face heat up. He didn't know what was going to happen. He was embarrassed, he was angry, and more than anything, he was frightened, even if he wouldn't admit it.
"That isn't the kind of person fit to carry on my legacy, so I will need to take steps to do so myself…" K said with a small hint of regret. "Still, at the very least, you can serve one more purpose. At least you can be a stepping stone to The Vigil's fame once you are dead. Wouldn't do to go out of my way to kill someone no one has even heard of. Goodbye, Charles"
As soon as he said that, the masked woman pulled the phone back before snapping it shut. "What are y-" Charles was interrupted as the woman put a piece of duct tape over Charles' mouth.
As Charles struggled through the duct tape, the woman removed the IV bag from it's pole and put a new one in, this one filled with nothing but air.
Charles' eyes widened as he realized what she was doing. He started shaking his head furiously, almost begging through his gag as she placed the new IV on the rack and inserted the needle back in it's place.
The begging turned to angry shouting, and thrashing as he started struggling against his bonds. But his limbs wouldn't obey. They felt sluggish, heavy.
"Calm down…" The woman said. "It'll be over soon…" She said. Then she gave the IV bag a squeeze.
Charles Garrick came to in a familiar location. It was a prisoner wing of a hospital. The harsh florescent lights shown down on her. His mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton. His entire body was numb. He tried to move hisarms to scratch his face, when he heard a "clang" and found he couldn't move his arms. Both arms and legs were cuffed to the metal rails at the edge of his hospital bed, and his neck was restrained as well. That was when the memories of how he came to be here started to drip in.
Much like the last time, he was hooked up to a heart monitor, which made a steady beeping sound. Stuck in his right arm, was an IV with a bag of a clear fluid.
"That absolute knat…" He growled. He tried to struggle against his bonds, but it was no use. He was stuck. Seeing the futility, he stared back at the ceiling.
"Come on, Profligate. You managed to escape once. You can do it again…" He said.
That was when he heard footsteps, some talking, and then saw the door opening. He briefly saw an armored cop outside holding a shotgun standing guard. Coming Inside came a 5 foot nothing woman wearing scrubs, a facemask and gloves.
Charles was tempted to ignore her. She was here to do her job, nothing more. That was until she reached into her pocket and took out an old flip phone. He blew air out of his nose. He didn't know if he should be insulted that she was on her phone, or that it's was so ancient. But after she dialed a number, she put the phone up to his ear, and a familiar voice came out.
"You failed me"
Charles's heart rate spiked and his heart monitor started beeping louder when he heard who was on the other side of the phone. The mask wearing woman was still as a statue, looking out the window.
Quickly, however, the panic was buried under a layer of self confidence, and Charles took a breath. "It was bad luck." Charles said. "Vigil managed to-"
"I did not call you for excuses" K interrupted. He was about to continue before he was interrupted a coughing fit. Charles didn't say anything, letting the man finish. "You…" The man said through a hoarse voice. "You expected to carry on my legacy, when you are captured by a fresh to the streets vigilante?"
"H-" Charles started to defend himself, but he was cut off.
"Being captured once is something that I could forgive. We were all young once. But twice? To the same rookie? Not to mention how you abandoned your own plan."
"W-" Charles started before K verbally barreled over him.
"Yes, I talked to your associate. The one who helped you escape from prison. From what he said, you had a workable plan to eliminate Vigil. One that I would use myself if I had to come up with it. But you abandoned it the first time you saw them. Like a greenhorn hunter firing a shot at a buck before he's even adjusted his scope. Before he even baited the trap or got himself into position." He started another loud coughing fit and Charles could feel his face heat up. He didn't know what was going to happen. He was embarrassed, he was angry, and more than anything, he was frightened, even if he wouldn't admit it.
"That isn't the kind of person fit to carry on my legacy, so I will need to take steps to do so myself…" K said with a small hint of regret. "Still, at the very least, you can serve one more purpose. At least you can be a stepping stone to The Vigil's fame once you are dead. Wouldn't do to go out of my way to kill someone no one has even heard of. Goodbye, Charles"
As soon as he said that, the masked woman pulled the phone back before snapping it shut. "What are y-" Charles was interrupted as the woman put a piece of duct tape over Charles' mouth.
As Charles struggled through the duct tape, the woman removed the IV bag from it's pole and put a new one in, this one filled with nothing but air.
Charles' eyes widened as he realized what she was doing. He started shaking his head furiously, almost begging through his gag as she placed the new IV on the rack and inserted the needle back in it's place.
The begging turned to angry shouting, and thrashing as he started struggling against his bonds. But his limbs wouldn't obey. They felt sluggish, heavy.
"Calm down…" The woman said. "It'll be over soon…" She said. Then she gave the IV bag a squeeze.
He died of injuries sustained while fighting The Vigil. Most likely, through head trauma that he sustained, as he never woke up after being rendered unconscious.
- Location
- Southampton, Great Britain
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Oh. That is not good for us. And a little annoying since we deliberately avoided trying to kill him yet we are going to get the blame for it.
Emote Control
Plenty of genius, not enough sense.
[X] Learn Hapkido.
We have a sword already.
We have a sword already.