Despite missing his target, Sechs' flip ended with a decent landing on his feet. Hunched over with his legs spread and his arms splayed out for balance, the growling Replica watched the man display some acrobatics of his own. So the human could do a few spins himself eh? Sechs had pulled off a few dozen in a row without any trouble as a cyborg. Now he was stuck in a small room with a less versatile body. Pulling off his usual fighting tactics was going to be a lot trickier here...
Maybe if he used his Sechster Angriff technique... Wait... No, the room was too small for such a frontal attack, plus he needed his Titan Blade for that style. Damn... Sechs felt a pang of distress at the thought of his beloved weapon. If only he had his blade... or his Solenoid gun... or even Mini-Sechs... Heh, if his robotic doll was still with him, she'd already be gnawing the flesh off that bastard's smug face by now...
Sechs' amber eyes swiftly scanned the room and the other youth's position. He couldn't risk anything too spectacular, he still wasn't totally sure of his current body's capabilities; so far Sechs had the impression that it was a pretty lousy model to occupy. He was going to have to be quick in his movements and remain mindful of the room and his opponent.
And speaking of which... The other youth was laughing at him! So he thought this was funny?! His taunting only switched on more anger valves in Sechs' mind. Who did this guy think he was? Sechs wished he had some of that fun in this fight, but this whole situation just plain sucked for him. The mixture of fury and adrenaline brought fluidity into his limbs as his mind grew more focused.
Then the bastard attacked again with a punch and this time Sechs was better prepared for it. Sechs' former Fizziroy body was capable of performing long distance punches, but now it appeared Sechs was going to need closer proximity to land any hits... and he had just the thing he needed to pull that off. Within a split second before the fist could connect with his face, Sechs recalled his earlier battle with Niz in his Railman suit; Niz's mechanical arms were made to launch materials into orbit from asteroid docks, but their power was compromised by their elongated structure, thus any punches Niz threw were rigid and predictable. In the end, Sechs' used Niz's straps to ricochet right back and blast him to bits.
Going by that memory, Sechs quickly leant away from the punch, treating it as a singular attack with a designated path of movement. He then firmly clutched onto the wrist before the punch could be withdrawn. With the other man's limb still in his grip, Sechs immediately pulled himself closer to his target and then threw his free hand forward with the heel of his palm aiming for the jerk's face.
"Here's your wake-up call!" he snapped back, his grimace now a toothy grin.
Re: M55
Maybe if he used his Sechster Angriff technique... Wait... No, the room was too small for such a frontal attack, plus he needed his Titan Blade for that style. Damn... Sechs felt a pang of distress at the thought of his beloved weapon. If only he had his blade... or his Solenoid gun... or even Mini-Sechs... Heh, if his robotic doll was still with him, she'd already be gnawing the flesh off that bastard's smug face by now...
Sechs' amber eyes swiftly scanned the room and the other youth's position. He couldn't risk anything too spectacular, he still wasn't totally sure of his current body's capabilities; so far Sechs had the impression that it was a pretty lousy model to occupy. He was going to have to be quick in his movements and remain mindful of the room and his opponent.
And speaking of which... The other youth was laughing at him! So he thought this was funny?! His taunting only switched on more anger valves in Sechs' mind. Who did this guy think he was? Sechs wished he had some of that fun in this fight, but this whole situation just plain sucked for him. The mixture of fury and adrenaline brought fluidity into his limbs as his mind grew more focused.
Then the bastard attacked again with a punch and this time Sechs was better prepared for it. Sechs' former Fizziroy body was capable of performing long distance punches, but now it appeared Sechs was going to need closer proximity to land any hits... and he had just the thing he needed to pull that off. Within a split second before the fist could connect with his face, Sechs recalled his earlier battle with Niz in his Railman suit; Niz's mechanical arms were made to launch materials into orbit from asteroid docks, but their power was compromised by their elongated structure, thus any punches Niz threw were rigid and predictable. In the end, Sechs' used Niz's straps to ricochet right back and blast him to bits.
Going by that memory, Sechs quickly leant away from the punch, treating it as a singular attack with a designated path of movement. He then firmly clutched onto the wrist before the punch could be withdrawn. With the other man's limb still in his grip, Sechs immediately pulled himself closer to his target and then threw his free hand forward with the heel of his palm aiming for the jerk's face.
"Here's your wake-up call!" he snapped back, his grimace now a toothy grin.