Guts would be easy to spot in the crowd. Beyond his towering height and attire, he is entirely at home in a maelstrom of violence. He is remarkably quick and agile despite his size, and his missing eye didn't seem to hinder him much as he moved into the whole group closing in from the other side.
Even in sparing his opponents' lives, his tactics aren't pretty. His iron artificial arm is used to both block weapons and beat his opponents to the ground. One strike was enough to break ribs and fracture bone, leaving the victim curled up in pain. The truly unfortunate would have the metal fist slammed into their face, shattering much of what lie underneath. His knee plates and steel-armored boots make equally good blunt weapons, kicking one or two others into the surrounding walls with tremendous force.
It was the vicious whirlwind of a cold-blooded mercenary brought to action. He wasn't entirely kind to any bystanders that got into his way, either. There were one or two innocent landen that he's had to shove aside to get to his real targets, but beyond a few scrapes as they hit the ground, they swiftly ran clear.
"Get the breaker!" he growls back at her, glancing back to make brief eye contact. Another man is trapped in the crook of his elbow, coughing and clawing at the metal forearm to stop it from being savagely squeezed onto his neck. The weapon on the ground was slow to reload - but its original owner could have friends and a few more shots left - and then they'd be pretty well screwed.
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Even in sparing his opponents' lives, his tactics aren't pretty. His iron artificial arm is used to both block weapons and beat his opponents to the ground. One strike was enough to break ribs and fracture bone, leaving the victim curled up in pain. The truly unfortunate would have the metal fist slammed into their face, shattering much of what lie underneath. His knee plates and steel-armored boots make equally good blunt weapons, kicking one or two others into the surrounding walls with tremendous force.
It was the vicious whirlwind of a cold-blooded mercenary brought to action. He wasn't entirely kind to any bystanders that got into his way, either. There were one or two innocent landen that he's had to shove aside to get to his real targets, but beyond a few scrapes as they hit the ground, they swiftly ran clear.
"Get the breaker!" he growls back at her, glancing back to make brief eye contact. Another man is trapped in the crook of his elbow, coughing and clawing at the metal forearm to stop it from being savagely squeezed onto his neck. The weapon on the ground was slow to reload - but its original owner could have friends and a few more shots left - and then they'd be pretty well screwed.