Recent content by Sean Wicke

Sean grunted as he shouldered another blow, a jab to the throat repaying it in kind. "Forgot to grab eggs," he replied, his tone disgruntled as he swung into the crowd with a few broken links of chain he'd taken from one of the fallen. "See you're still defending the innocent. Reckon we should...

Sean would have cursed if he hadn't been short of breath already. His shin smarted from the kick, and he knew that if the fox threw his weight, they would both go down. Gritting his teeth, he slammed his free fist into Fanjo's abdomen, hoping that he could wind the fox enough to turn the tide...

Sean followed after Jill, moving more sedately, purpose in his steps. "Kid," he said, his voice soft but firm. "You can't save 'em all. Most folks don't even want help, and they'll spit on you if you try. If you hang your whole life on it, it'll just crush you."

Sean grunted as the blow struck his leg, sending him stumbling and off-balance. Something in the act rewired his mind, awakening him to just how few rules there were in this arena. He bared his teeth at his foe, and he swung from the side, this time not aiming for his face, but to catch him from...

Sean pressed his advantage for two more strikes, then fell back, instinct telling him not to overextend himself. He was still more adjusted to fighting crowds and having the advantage of potential weapons just lying around him, so his training sacrificed the momentum to satisfy his desire to...

"Hey." The crowd surrounding Ruffano turned, some of them composed of recent refugees from those who had just been harassing Mina Rose and battling the Beast in the Iron Mask, and looked at the source of the interruption. The wildcat was well-dressed, far too much so for this part of town, his...

Sean hated this holiday. It irked him to no end that the residents of this 'Gates-forsaken empire were so bloodthirsty that they required not one, but two, holidays devoted to wanton violence. At least this time he wasn't being specifically targeted. As the ale bottle shattered across his back...

Sean grew quiet at that question, his mind going back to a schoolboy, confused and afraid, struggling to make sense of the abuse that rained down on him, not just on one day, but every day from his peers. He shifted, putting his arm around Jill's shoulders and pulling her in so she could cry...

Sean had been caught off-guard by the sudden surge of rage. It put all of his own training to the test, trying to turn his face in order to make sure the blows landed where they would do the least amount of damage. Even then, he was sure he had more than a few cuts and scrapes, and would have...

Whatever Sean had been expecting, it wasn't that. He stared at the hissing, spitting weasel, contemplating whether it had been driven mad by some rare disease, or was simply a product of this country's own all-consuming madness. He shook his head, straightening up. "Build your empire on some...

Sean hesitated just a moment, considering backing off and giving the Beast a moment to recover... but no, he decided. No one else would give them that opportunity; if they were to survive as a vigilante, or even get through a single Beat-a-Sean Day by his side, they would need to be prepared...

As the two blows connected with his jaw, Sean felt it dislocate, and he pulled away from the attack, working it gingerly. He had to put his paws to his face and force the jaw back into a position with a sharp pang. "Good one," he remarked, testing to make sure the bone wouldn't pop out of...

Sean had been expecting the blow, and he relaxed, turning his face and rolling with the punch. Still, he stepped back, his paw going up to his face to check for a nosebleed. "Good one," he commented. "You used your environment to your advantage; I was going to wait to teach you that. Once you...

Sean straightened from his swing, watching as the Beast dodged. "Good," he remarked, allowing them to feel their success. "The best way to deal with a blow that you can't safely block and you can't just absorb is to dodge it. Keep moving, keep your opponent on the attack. The longer they're...

Sean paced as the Beast recovered from the blow. "When you're dazed, you need to move to safety," he warned, "even when you can't tell up from down. You need time to recover; your enemy won't give you that. Now, when I hit you again, move. Get yourself out of my reach." He waited for the Beast...