“You ought to be kidding me.”
Oleg wasn't here to fight, he came for a vacation. Yet something told him that the advancing men wouldn't stop, whether he pleaded with them or not. Furthermore, he didn't want to openly show his powers, but there wasn't another choice. All that he could do was fight. So he watched, he watched as they closed in on them, steel weapons bared and ready. He had to think fast, cutting through armor would be too much of a hassle. The segmented plate and riveted chain mail wouldn't offer much protection against blunt force trauma tho. That made the gears in his head spin rapidly, he was going to injure these men without breaching their armors.
He quickly transmuted his body, no change was apparent yet, and wouldn't be until it was too late. He was about 5 meters away from the closest guards. Body in a natural, anteroposterior stance, giving his opponent a smaller target. His right hand was near the cheekbone, while the left hand was sticking a bit further, closer to the chin, protecting him from knock out blows. His elbows were in, conserving the energy that would otherwise be spent if the shoulders were supporting the arms. This also allowed for the faster defense of vital organs, as the elbows were closer to the torso. His chin was down, slightly tucked behind his left shoulder. His feet were about shoulder-width apart, providing extra balance and the ability to move in all directions.
Knees were slightly bent, letting him have more spring in his steps. This also facilitated more power and agility. The rear heel was up, so he could push off with the rear foot like a sprinter. This gave him an increase in the ability to rotate for more powerful punches. Not only that, but it also provided for a place to go if he was, at any moment, being pushed back. It's easier for him to fall back and remain stable with the heel up. Since his feet were not close together and his front knee was slightly bent, Oleg could easily shift balance if either of his legs were grabbed, rendering him highly resistant to direct takedowns. And since the heel of his front limb was slightly raised, without too much mass on it, Oleg felt free of lifting it to kick, block or even move forward. The front leg was a glorified whip, flowing like water.
First guards reached them in seconds. Oleg didn't aim to kill them even as the men swung their weapons and tried to stab him with them. To dodge, he flowed like water, moving in ways that should be impossible for the human body to emulate. And in a way, that'd be right. He was capable of easily changing the consistency and shape of this form. He did harden his shins and fists tho, getting struck by them would feel like a hunk of rebar getting dropped on your head.
Since his body flowed like water, Oleg could facilitate rotational power from his feet upwards, creating more torque than what should be humanely possible. Using his body like a whip, he threw a couple quick jabs. The two men he was aiming for were taken off guard, the impacts making their brains rattle within their steel helmets. Oleg didn't penetrate the helmet, but the concussive force transferred was enough to bounce the brain against the inside of the skull, causing a blackout to occur.
Bewa the Half-Breed
