[The way Flamebringer just casually tilts to the side as the bricks behind him get pummelled and shrapnel flies from the stone and bullets alike probably says a lot about the man: He doesn't fear death. It's not that he intends to kill Wolfwood either — there's a time and place for death, and a peacocking spat is not it — but if Flamebringer dies, he dies. It's not like he's got long left anyway.
Anyway, no fear of God for this man. He lacks the rapid regeneration capabilities of someone like, say, Livio — but what he lacks in regenerative abilities he makes up for in sheer ability to simply fuck shit up and live in the moment, and that's gotta count for something.
Flamebringer isn't going to give Wolfwood many more openings, though. He crouches low like a cat about to pounce, tail whipping back and forth, and then uses the damn wall of all things as a launchpad for the sheer force with which he comes lurching at Wolfwood. There's a single fake-out strike to the left that doesn't connect, and then a heavy overhead strike with two hands. If Wolfwood doesn't dodge or block it, it's gonna cut pretty harshly into his shoulder.]
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Anyway, no fear of God for this man. He lacks the rapid regeneration capabilities of someone like, say, Livio — but what he lacks in regenerative abilities he makes up for in sheer ability to simply fuck shit up and live in the moment, and that's gotta count for something.
Flamebringer isn't going to give Wolfwood many more openings, though. He crouches low like a cat about to pounce, tail whipping back and forth, and then uses the damn wall of all things as a launchpad for the sheer force with which he comes lurching at Wolfwood. There's a single fake-out strike to the left that doesn't connect, and then a heavy overhead strike with two hands. If Wolfwood doesn't dodge or block it, it's gonna cut pretty harshly into his shoulder.]