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The vicious insectiod creature launched itself at Woody, its raised appendage closing for the death strike. In classic “Shoto-fence-post” style, Woody moved in to intercept the blow with his feet spread out in a 90-degree angle.
Sho-wood the 3rd move of defense; grab opponent’s wrist while jumping up and placing both feet upon ribcage. Pull hard while twisting…
POP!!!
Woody found himself on the ground. The mangled and still writhing arm lay between his legs. The stunned obsidian beast began wailing at an alarming pitch, acid blood squirted out of the chest socket in little pulsing flicks. Woody grabbed up the twitching arm and “swung for the cheap seats!” WHACK!!! The critter’s head was whipped sideways by the slap of its own stolen limb.
Woody launched himself high into the air laughing maniacally, the fallen xenomorph raised its remaining hand in a last act of defiance.
WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP ! ! !
A low hiss resounded from the wounds, smoke lazily drifted in the air as Woody appeared through the murk, triumphantly holding his makeshift weapon. Streams of yellow-green blood intermittently shot into the air from a main artery severed in the attack.
Woody is one mean-fighting-tree-machine, limb swinging, ‘ash’-kicking son-of-a ‘beech’!
And overall a ‘poplar’ kinda guy ;)
(Posted for fun on 3DC's Woody Warz gallery)