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042 - Krav Maga

 
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PostPosted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 8:01 pm    Post subject: 042 - Krav Maga Reply with quote Add User to Ignore List

Felix had little information on the Q'orren, but from the trickle of intel that had found its way to the UN's tactical entities throughout the first hours of the invasion, it was clear that their shock troops lived up to their name. They were meant to disorient, brutalize, and destroy the enemy by any means possible and with extreme prejudice. They were heavily armed and wore crisis suits not terribly unlike the one Felix was hoping to retrieve, although mass produced on a scale that made them less efficient and powerful. Not surprisingly, not many of the resistance had gotten up close and personal with these killers, and those who did...well, they must not have fared well, as there was no information about what sort of close quarters combat techniques the Q'orren employed.

All of these thoughts and a million others filled Felix's mind in the two seconds it took for the Q'orren to close distance and, with a flurry of motions, eject its magazine and disengage the barrel of the firearm. The three parts were sent flying in several directions, and Felix cursed silently as he fell to the ground, realizing simultaneously that he would have no weapon and that the Q'orren must have been confident in his ability to kill Felix unarmed, as he did not simply recover the pistol and use it himself. That would be his first and last mistake, Felix decided as the Q'orren turned to signal his comrades through whatever advanced communications system the aliens made use of. This could not be allowed; he realized that if he warned the rest of the Q'orren, they would be on top of Felix in a matter of moments and kill him- or worse.

What happened next was an experience Felix did not wish to relive any time in the near future. It seemed to last an eternity, despite the fact that when all was said and done it appeared to have transpired over two, maybe three minutes tops. Felix had studied the hand-to-hand combat system Krav Maga extensively in his youth while in Israel. It had served him well, and in this situation, he had no choice but to turn to the ruthlessness of its techniques. He quickly reached out from his lying position and gripped the Q'orren's shin, tripping him easily.

Now for the tricky part, Felix thought. Krav Maga was focused on quick, efficient attacks and counters meant to disarm an opponent while inflicting as much damage as possible. In this case, Felix needed that damned communications system down. The Q'orren's helmet made contact with the sturdy floor with a crack and Felix sprung onto him, ripping it off to reveal the alien face beneath. Not terribly unlike ourselves, he thought as he flung the helmet off to the side and the Q'orren snarled before jabbing his human assailant in the chest with a heavy blow that sent him flying backwards. He recovered fast, entering a roll and climbing to his feet and meeting the Q'orren.

A quick, silent takedown. That was what Felix needed. He curled his fists and went at the Q'orren, delivering four successive straight punches to the face. The alien's suit made it impossible to strike anywhere else, but no matter. Vulnerable points, particularly the eyes, jaw, and throat were crucial targets in Krav Maga. Felix made use of them all. A palm heel punch broke the Q'orren's nose; a second and third shattered it completely and painfully, blood seeping down his opponent's face. Felix had little time to pat himself on the back: the trooper swung around Felix's grip and escaped, delivering a kick but missing as Felix dodged left with a roll. He struck the Q'orren once more, this time from behind as he pulled the alien's arm back with his own left and snapped it with ease.

"Gaaaaahh-" The Q'orren's bloodcurdling cry was cut short by Felix's single hammer punch, executed his free (right) fist. It crushed the trooper's jaw and rendered his cries into inaudible but quiet noises. Still, with surprising force, he threw Felix off of him and went on the attack.

Fucking insane! Felix almost panicked, but stood his ground, his head slightly bent and shoulders shrugged to protect his throat. No time to do- fuck! The Q'orren's own straight punch obliterated Felix's collar bone, sending him backwards once again. It felt like being hit by a truck. Out of breath, he staggered and fell to one knee. The trooper grabbed him by the throat and squeezed- hard. He was choking the life out of Felix with one arm snapped at the elbow and the other with a bloody hole clean through the shoulder. Felix stared into those eyes...and saw nothing. He clenched his teeth and- with a little bit of effort- was able to raise his right hand to the Q'orren's face. Middle, index, force, jab.... The effect was unbelievable. Felix had used the move only once before; it horrified even him. The Q'orren's left eyeball simply exploded in its socket. A stream of blood flowed, drenching the alien's face as he tried to howl with his slack jaw to no avail. He recoiled in agony, releasing Felix instinctively.

His chest burned. He gasped for air. Every muscle ached. It had been perhaps a minute? Felix pushed himself, pressing the attack. He delivered several hammer punches to the face, a straight punch to the forehead, and successive chops to the throat. The Q'orren's larynx swelled and burst; he head butted repeatedly in retaliation, opening up several fresh wounds and bathing Felix's face in his own blood. He wiped it from his eyes quickly, wincing, but the Q'orren's booted foot came around hard and split his left shin. He tried his best not to cry out and instead grunted loudly, falling to his other knee. His mind raced, looking to react before the Q'orren finished him. On his knee, he had the alien's knees at eye level. He punched with full force, crushing his own right hand on the suit but sending the trooper stumbling.

He had to finish it. The Q'orren would kill him soon. Felix mustered all of his energy, throwing himself forward onto the Q'orren, who fell on his stomach. He could not clench his one fist, as it was a bloody and broken mess by now. Instead, Felix put all his weight on the trooper, grabbed the Q'orren's head with his good hand and bashed it into the floor repeatedly. Each time, a new part of the alien's skull was crushed, and each time he snarled- more out of anger, it appeared, than pain. He spat up his bloody teeth. Felix continued, as the alien lay helplessly, Felix's knee in the small of his back and a myriad of the Q'orren's bones already broken.

With as much strength as he could gather up, Felix allowed himself one shout- one single triumphant guttural cry- and brought his elbow down hard at the base of the Q'orren's neck. The strike was accurate. His enemy spasmed and went limp.

Silence. Dead silence, Felix thought, his forehead split open, the scrape of his broken collar bone more an annoyance, every finger in his right hand aching intensely. Surely, his wrist was broken as well. He could hardly stand, his shin and ankle had come apart. His body was covered in cuts and bruises and his face was slick with his own blood.

But he had won.

Barely. He afforded a quick glance at the fallen Q'orren that had nearly ended his life. His suit was splashed with gore, and the face was unrecognizable. Felix looked away from the corpse in disgust, the first time he had done so in many years. Perhaps he was mellowing. He attempted a snicker and failed.

Felix fell over on his back- even that hurt- and stared at the ceiling. He heard nothing, and for a moment wondered if somehow his hearing had gone awry as well. But a moment later, the crackling of nearby flames was clearly audible. He tried to smile, and realized with slight shock that he could not. Pity.

He was energized by the fact that the suit- what he had come for- was only feet away in his room. So he crawled. Slowly, agonizingly, repetitively, he crawled. The door had been blown clean off. He tried to stand, but fall forward with a crash once again. There were footsteps. Voices. Alien voices. His heart began to pound furiously. With renewed vigor, he crawled on, spotting the "armoire" placed against the far wall. It amazed him how he had gotten the man-sized chest inside in the first place. No matter. The case actually served as an assembly vessel. As it was an extremely complex and advanced piece of technology, the suit took time to don. To reduce this inconvenience, whoever had manufactured the armor- Felix suspected it was actually an illegal reproduction, but had no idea- had designed it so that the aspiring combatant simply stepped "into" the suit, activated the assembly mechanism. What happened next, Felix had not the slightest clue. He was apprehensive. Rising to one knee, he quickly punched in the key code he had customized and the door sprung open with a hiss.

There it was. A real-life goddamn military-issue battle suit. Felix had heard stories of such weapons, hyper-advanced exoskeletons that allowed one man to stand against dozens, even hundreds of enemies. The material was soft to the touch, but nano-enhanced, making the wearer the equivalent of a walking tank, effectively. An exaggeration? Felix had no time to debate it in his head. Wincing again, he pulled himself up. Pain surged through his leg, but propped up by the chest door, he stood up fully and turned his back to the battle suit.

The voices grew louder. A shout was heard, and heavier footsteps.

No time to philosophize, Felix mused, and pushed himself backwards into the container and flipping the red switch above him. There was the whir and hiss of machinations beyond his comprehension. Several figures rushed through the doorway, fanning out in the room.

Then...Felix was enclosed in blackness.
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