"Hudson, get out of there!"

Yelled both Hera and Jake. Hudson had seen why: The large metal bird contraption was going straght for him!

Was it out of control? Was it trying to attack? No time to think!

Hudson's energy had shot directly down to his legs as his body began to move, nad partly out of instinct at that. Panic, had his mind racing so quickly that time seemed to slow down. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, as he cursed himself for losing his cool so easily.

The panic itself had run it's course within an instant, from which he had arrived at a conclusion: "Wait a minute...!"

No bird, metal or otherwise, was going to frighten him! With all the calm that he could muster, Hudson arched his head towards the sky to stare down the contraption. Standing his ground, his muscles tightened and flexed with anticipation. From here, it seemed that there were only three seconds left until it would come crashing into him.

[i]Three seconds...[i]
His teeth clenched...

Two seconds...
He pivoted his supporting left foot as he lifted his right at the knee in preparation for a side kick...

One second...
Wait, wasn't that a human!?

Too late!
Bam!

His side kick had connected with the contraption's nose. Had he not put enough energy into his defense?

The metal bird had crumpled upon impact, erupting in a shower of glass and metal. Hudson himself had been driven back at least thirty or fourty feet.

"No... Don't let it drive you back! Be like the unmoving rock!"

He was gritting his teeth, pushing back with his leg as hard as he could. Leg extended, muscles strained, his skin and clothing were torn and scratched from the glass and metal spray. He had stopped from being pushed back. The crash impact had still enough force to drive him into the ground, supporting pivoted leg first. He was in the ground a little past his kneecaps.

A little longer and he was in the ground up towards his inner thigh, with dirt collecting even more. The contraption with all of it's sound and fury, had now stopped completely, and dropped to the ground.

With his remaining strength, Hudson pulled his leg out of the ground and brushed himself off. The left side of his cheeck was now bleeding, thanks to a stray piece of glass. There were in fact several pieces still in his skin.

He had fallen in a heap next to the ruined metal mess. He was drained and had never taken such a blow using his fighting ability combined with his wild energy. But he was happy. He had felt as if he had gotten a little stronger. And now he was drained.

"Goddammit that hurts!"

((OOC: I understand perfectly. ANd you have my permission))

Yes it was true. Hudson was exhausted. But he was happy. He was satisfied, and he was discovering that he was bruised more than he was cut. The endorphinal high dulled the pain of the glass. All he wanted was just a moment to be high and sunny off his own body's chemicals.

His legs muscles were the most bruised. When the high, wore off, oain would be humming through his legs with every heart beat. It also turned out that his right side had gotten the worst of the debris spray. There was a scrap or two of metal dotting his chest, jutting out through his clothing. No vital organ were hit, as the wounds were shallow. A little bit of soap, alcohol, and rest would work like magic. Though the satisfaction of standing up to such an odd contraption felt like magic itself. He was bleeding quite freely from his face and coat though, because at this point in time, blood loss was the only thing to be concerned about.

"What the hell were those things..."

He didn't care hwho he was speaking to. He just wanted to ask the question. He was enjoying the endorphinal high a bit too much. His voice was becoming slower and lower. He was beginning to drift off into bliss and sleep. But he needed to tell them the truth about himself.

((Let see if I can write myself out of another corner... and pick up where I left off...))

"Listen Hera..."

He didn't care what toll his little stunt had taken on his body. It was a matter of pride for him. There's no way that he'd be able to take out something moving that fast regularly.

"I had come to that exact same conclusion halfway through contraption. I mean, think about the facts for a moment. The only conceivable difference between my world and this -aside from obvious physical ones- is that mine runs on magic over technology. Even so, our world's most powerful weapons by logic are extraordinarily complicated to ready or disarm."

Hudson pauused for a moment to catch his breath and get to his feet. The wounds weren't that deep, but the blood loss from the small ones was beginning to get to him. In a few moments it would become more difficult to stand as his back retreated to a hunched position. The heat from the sun wasn't doing him any good either as it beat down on the three of them. He wondered for a moment how Allsies were taking the heat, since they certainly weren't human.

"Listen Hera, whoever had those weapons, and whoever was firin' them obviously neither wanted nor expected you to get to them in time. Look, supposing that you and Jake -gods know I can't keep up with the two of you- do make it, and the possession of these "nukes" fall into your hands for a long enough time to disable them. How? And even if you did know, wouldn't you think they'd have thought far ahead enough to see something like this coming? The way I see it, it might just be a feint, or a fake."