Post by Question on Aug 13, 2013 21:01:38 GMT -4
Few people in this world lived by the axiom tomorrow's battle is won during today's practice. Luckily those who subscribed to sloth and gluttony were not members of the Justice League who orbited the Earth and kept an ever watchful eye out for tyranny to rise up and make its presence known. And when that day arrived, that particular battle would already be won. Even before they stepped foot upon the field of battle. Simply because when the Question was not skulking around the dark alleys and desolate crime ridden locales, searching for truth and justice, he was here, high above the heavens, working out within The Watchtower's training room.
The simulation was simple in its creation. Just a room and some assailants to spar against, or rather show no mercy towards. The benefit of the hard light constructs the simulation created. You did not have to hold back in the least bit. You could let them have what they had coming to them. Though truth be told, and it always was with Question, he never showed any enemy mercy and always fought in a manner that gave them exactly what they had coming to them, though never in cold blood.
Question stared forward through the pseudoderm that covered his face and hide his true identity. Though someone looking at him could still discern the intense focus he held as he gazed at the first attacker as the hard light construct approached. Question moved with a fluid efficiency. Never wasting an ounce of momentum or movement as he moved in. deflected the strike and struck in return. Assailant after assailant, Question fought in his sudden and definitive style. Each blow designed to end the fight with either unconsciousness or the inability to continue. Over and over he moved through the assailants taking blows and delivering blows as he worked on his technique, and through the pseudoderm mask, beads of sweat began to form as Question poured it on. Completely focused on the task at hand and not paying attention to much of anything other than the hard light constructs.
The simulation was simple in its creation. Just a room and some assailants to spar against, or rather show no mercy towards. The benefit of the hard light constructs the simulation created. You did not have to hold back in the least bit. You could let them have what they had coming to them. Though truth be told, and it always was with Question, he never showed any enemy mercy and always fought in a manner that gave them exactly what they had coming to them, though never in cold blood.
Question stared forward through the pseudoderm that covered his face and hide his true identity. Though someone looking at him could still discern the intense focus he held as he gazed at the first attacker as the hard light construct approached. Question moved with a fluid efficiency. Never wasting an ounce of momentum or movement as he moved in. deflected the strike and struck in return. Assailant after assailant, Question fought in his sudden and definitive style. Each blow designed to end the fight with either unconsciousness or the inability to continue. Over and over he moved through the assailants taking blows and delivering blows as he worked on his technique, and through the pseudoderm mask, beads of sweat began to form as Question poured it on. Completely focused on the task at hand and not paying attention to much of anything other than the hard light constructs.