A hooded figure stepped forward, pushing off his hood back to reveal the face of a young adult with a clean-shaven face, crew-cut hairstyle and a confident glimmer in his eyes.
"I can take him, Middleman," He smirked, walking towards the pinned ethaefal.
"Medal, remove your projection," the bent figure who they call Middleman croaked, and Eridanus felt the invisible force loosen up, allowing him to drop to the ground.
He watched the approaching man warily, and he brought his hands up in a combat-ready stance.
"You see that, peeps? He's all ready to fight!" Coinsmith shouted to the rest of the group, some of which laughed nervously with his words.
"Enough with the chatter, Coinsmith. Just do what you're told," Middleman chastised.
Eridanus did not approach, instead he began to calm down his frenzied panting in order to force more oxygen into his brain. He spread his legs out comfortably, bending them slightly and he raised both hands, his left hand spaced out in front while his right hand staying close to his cheek.
Coinsmith walked casually to the ethaefal, and just outside of striking distance he suddenly leaped in with a high-aimed blow. Eridanus swatted it away, but in the process of doing so the man angled forward on his right, jabbing his elbow into Eri's collarbone, causing him to wince sharply at the pain.
He lashed out of a kick in response, and he felt the man's arms disappear as he used them to soften the impact of the kick, pushing him backwards.
"Bugger's got some kick in him," Coinsmith huffed.
"Enough with the puns, Coinsmith, just do your job," the loud bass that belonged to the one they called Messenger resounded.
He rushed forward again, but this time Eridanus was ready for him. The ethaefal kicked the man's rushing figure, but surprisingly he managed to somehow absorb the blow with his torso, the kick only reducing some of his momentum. Eridanus had not quite expected that, and his hands were unprepared when Coinsmith slapped his head quite painfully against the stone wall behind.
"I can take him, Middleman," He smirked, walking towards the pinned ethaefal.
"Medal, remove your projection," the bent figure who they call Middleman croaked, and Eridanus felt the invisible force loosen up, allowing him to drop to the ground.
He watched the approaching man warily, and he brought his hands up in a combat-ready stance.
"You see that, peeps? He's all ready to fight!" Coinsmith shouted to the rest of the group, some of which laughed nervously with his words.
"Enough with the chatter, Coinsmith. Just do what you're told," Middleman chastised.
Eridanus did not approach, instead he began to calm down his frenzied panting in order to force more oxygen into his brain. He spread his legs out comfortably, bending them slightly and he raised both hands, his left hand spaced out in front while his right hand staying close to his cheek.
Coinsmith walked casually to the ethaefal, and just outside of striking distance he suddenly leaped in with a high-aimed blow. Eridanus swatted it away, but in the process of doing so the man angled forward on his right, jabbing his elbow into Eri's collarbone, causing him to wince sharply at the pain.
He lashed out of a kick in response, and he felt the man's arms disappear as he used them to soften the impact of the kick, pushing him backwards.
"Bugger's got some kick in him," Coinsmith huffed.
"Enough with the puns, Coinsmith, just do your job," the loud bass that belonged to the one they called Messenger resounded.
He rushed forward again, but this time Eridanus was ready for him. The ethaefal kicked the man's rushing figure, but surprisingly he managed to somehow absorb the blow with his torso, the kick only reducing some of his momentum. Eridanus had not quite expected that, and his hands were unprepared when Coinsmith slapped his head quite painfully against the stone wall behind.
