Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Aug 28, 2018 19:55:19 GMT -4
The military fighting style. It was as impressive and interesting as it was absolutely fucking boring, somehow. A living contradiction, one that Maximillian could easily explain, actually: it was incredibly disciplined, quick and efficient. Fights were ended quite quickly by abusing the weakpoints of the human body, blocking was incredibly brief and always used as a counter-attack. Fights between two soldiers were always decided by the one who could get a grab first. That was the impressive, interesting part of it.
It became boring once he realized that it was actually more of the same, every single god damn time. The same attacks, the same execution, the same strategies. Nothing flashy, nothing eye-catching, nothing engaging.
The anime he had watched didn't prepare him for such interesting boredom. Watching Military fight against some more adept visitors was vastly more impressive: how the Military often times was caught off guard by the irregularities in the visitors, how some of the more impressive fighters of the Military actually adapted and somehow still subdued the quirked visitors with just his bare hands, strength, speed and incredible amounts of discipline.
Adaptability. That's where it's at. The wave of quirks that, every day, they seemingly get more complicated, more varied, more dangerous: adaptability was what was needed the most in the forces that protect the country every day, from the simple cop to the most elite of army fighters. Now, even the normal people - turned Vigilantes - turned professional heroes had to adapt as well. It was the golden age of fighting, excitement, everything. This. This is where it's at.
So lost within his own thoughts, the young tanned man, dressed in nothing more than a ripped U.A. shirt that he refused to let go from and baggy, comfy black pants, stayed quiet and still, sat down on the ground while choosing to quietly observe, the area around him already incredibly cold: single digits, borderline 0ºC. That was the permanently active part of his quirk, sadly. He can't deactivate it.
It became boring once he realized that it was actually more of the same, every single god damn time. The same attacks, the same execution, the same strategies. Nothing flashy, nothing eye-catching, nothing engaging.
The anime he had watched didn't prepare him for such interesting boredom. Watching Military fight against some more adept visitors was vastly more impressive: how the Military often times was caught off guard by the irregularities in the visitors, how some of the more impressive fighters of the Military actually adapted and somehow still subdued the quirked visitors with just his bare hands, strength, speed and incredible amounts of discipline.
Adaptability. That's where it's at. The wave of quirks that, every day, they seemingly get more complicated, more varied, more dangerous: adaptability was what was needed the most in the forces that protect the country every day, from the simple cop to the most elite of army fighters. Now, even the normal people - turned Vigilantes - turned professional heroes had to adapt as well. It was the golden age of fighting, excitement, everything. This. This is where it's at.
So lost within his own thoughts, the young tanned man, dressed in nothing more than a ripped U.A. shirt that he refused to let go from and baggy, comfy black pants, stayed quiet and still, sat down on the ground while choosing to quietly observe, the area around him already incredibly cold: single digits, borderline 0ºC. That was the permanently active part of his quirk, sadly. He can't deactivate it.
