Fire Lilly

((OOC: Yes, but Night doesn't know that, does she? ))

Falcon set up for an assassin's strike, but did so at poor timing. Hazard jumped over the log to stop Night at about the same time. Falcon cursed and teleported himself in front of Hazard. "You’re not going anywhere!"

He lunged forward into an attack. Biohazard did a sidestep dodge, counterattacking with his knife hoping to his Falcon in the chest as he flew by. Falcon parried, throwing up his sword at the last second to block and knock the knife from Hazard’s hand.

Falcon continued with an array of attacks. He swung his sword over his head, a side swipe, diagonal slash and a series of lunges all in a series of combos. Hazard had dodged most of the attacks up to the lunges, the sword scraping the side of his arm.

Hazard fell backwards into a roll, all while doing so, jumping into a back flip right into a run in the opposite direction. Falcon blasted forward to follow Hazard. Hazard ran to a tree, jumping and running UP the tree. He pushed against in, forcing him to fly off the trunk of the tree and into a flip, landing flawlessly right behind Falcon.

Falcon turned perfectly just as Hazard began to shoot a barrage of arrows at him. He parried, dodging the explosive and ice arrow, bouncing the other arrows right back to Hazard.

Hazard rolled while continuing to fire his arrows, evading the ones that were being bounced into his direction. Hazard shot an ice arrow at Falcon’s feet.

Boom!

The ice scattered under falcon’s feet, forcing him to slip onto the ground. Falcon teleported just before hitting the ice, right in the path of Hazard’s run. He spun his blade above his head and swung for Hazard’s skull.

All the heroes (or atleast mine) stood looking up at the cloud with wide eyes.

Silence...

"Time to go!" Burning yelled, combusting into a cloud of fire and flying off. "Right behind you!" Proto said, activating his rocket boots. Up to this point, Proto forgot he even had a robot. In fact, it was still firing aimlessly into the cloud of doom.

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Night had gotten to the point where following the cloud was useless. She would have to find a different way to the Avatar. She jumped down to the floor below, activating all of her defences. She protected herself againast elemental damage, physical damage and possible psy damage.

Something did catch her eye. Velkon had jumped into the cloud, but had done so with his camo off. Night, instead, waited for the cloud. It was time to see what the Avatar was made of.

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((OOC: As of now, I have NO idea what I'm doing! ))

((OOC: And with that, LordDiov will now change his name... ))

It's really CB's birthday? If so....

I HOPE THIS IS THE HAPPIEST ONE OF ALL!

*looks at CB's file. Just in case.....*

((OOC:

In responce to Element_Master: @.o I want one!

In responce to LordDiov: But...I liked the name H'Tead.... Who made fun of it? I'LL CRUSH 'EM!!! ))

Proto looked up at the dark cloud, only to look back down a split second later. After a few seconds of return fire on the robot, he realized that the cloud wasn't a weather balloon. He slowly looked back up... When the cloud was in sight, he made a yelp that sounded a bit like a dieing crow.

He turned around and sprinted for the rock, pushing buttons for his robot to do the same. "Mother! Help me!"

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Burning seemed to stare at the cloud for as long as it was materialized. "...Greeaaat...." He ducked his head back behind the rock without showing any emotion that he cared. He did manage to mutter to himself, "This should be a very fun little experience."

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Night looked up to the cloud, making her mouth drop as an instant reaction. She shook er head to bring her back to reality. Now isn't the time to get distracted. Go after that....Thing! He jumped up to the higher trees, looked for any possible location of the avatar, but no matter how high she got, the cloud seemed to follow her all the way up.

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Hazard saw the cloud and began to fire at it with multiple arrows.

A few explosive arrows, a fire arrow or two, an ice arrow or three, possibly a glue arrow in the mix...

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Falcon saw the cloud as quickly as it came. "Amedren, you have some explaining to do." He teleported himself to the ground, just behind a tree. The best part is, that tree is about 7 feet behind the rock that Burning and friends were behind.

He simply grinned and began to sneak up to the closest target to him, Biohazard Zero.

((OOC: *tests breathe*

*waits a few seconds*

*pops a few mints*

*Gives a thumbs up to the RPers* ))

Day one... Part 2...

Recluse's Fury woke up, his eyes tired, angry and somewhat a bit annoyed. He got up from the metal bed, looking around to new, yet slightly familiar surroundings. The cell around him moved without warning, changing directions for every step he took. One step to the left, would force him to the right. The same applied to the other steps he took.

The affects of the anti-power drug seemed to be working. His attempt to guard himself with dark matter failed, resulting in nothing but more dizziness and confusion. And his attempt of breaking the bars, only resulted in a heavily hurting hand that only faintly dented the metal. He was slightly happy to know that at least he got a cell to himself.

He looked down in swift reflex. Yup, just as I thought. Prison. His body was covered by the familiar orange uniform all Zig lackeys were forced to wear.

He walked back to his previous spot sat down on what he called, the bed of hell, looking up every once and awhile just to see if anyone was there. He vision was distorted, an obvious side affect of the tainted medication the Dr. gave him.

The cell around him was a dingy brown, worn from rust and overuse. The sink spit out brownish water and there were no towels to dry off with. Soap wasn't a issue, as none seemed to be anywhere around him.

A small wave of fear crawled up his spine, realizing that this was his last chance. This was his permanent home, whether he liked it or not. Fear... Fear of death, pain, lack of food, unhealthy conditions... No matter how much he tried to deny his fate.

He walked up to the bars of the cell, looking at the rows and levels of cells that lined the walls. Besides a sudden curse or outburst, it was relatively quiet.

He turned around, inspecting the home made – or in this case, cell made – graffiti that littered the walls in a series of gang emblems and profanity. The wall on his left featured another metal bed with markings on the wall, supposedly one of the previous men counting the days in prison.

It occurred to him, that if he was to survive, he should at least start corrupting a few of the guards, or plan a well thought out jail break. Yet, something told him, doing it alone would be a suicide mission.

His mind cluttered with thoughts of escape, other prisoners and what cruel things he may be tortured with during his long visit here. For now, he would have to relax. I mean, forever isn’t that long… Is it?

Falcon rematerialized in the same spot from which he had fallen before. This time, he knew better and teleported himself onto a branch high above the battle. He looked for enemies. A few heroes were scattered around the forest floor, the rest were supposedly the ones in the trees attempting to not make any noise.

Falcon made a quick hand signal, all too well known as a jutsu to grant temporary invisibility. From there, he leapt from branch to branch, searching for his enemies, following the sounds of ruffling trees branches and leaves.

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Burning motioned to Hazard as an attempt to get his attention. Come on, come on… Get over here you freak! Night’s going to blow the forest to bits and your just standing there?
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Hazard was preoccupied with himself at the moment, trying to lay down a few traps.

One here…
One over there…
Maybe one more over here…

Hazard had a few trip mines, carrying them just in case. So far, one was set about 15 feet in front of him, another on a branch in the tree above, one about 34 feet behind/150 feet under Velkon, and another on the ground directly under the Avatar. Of course, he didn’t know this.

Hazard grabbed an arrow from his pack, placing it neatly in his bow. He moved quickly but carefully to the rock Burning Fang was behind.

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Proto was pretty much still messing with his visor, looking for any trace of the Avatar. A sudden CLANG got his attention. He looked up to Experiment, who was currently getting hit in the head multiple times by an ugly robot. He took up his assault rifle and aimed it up to the metallic drone and fired.

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At last, the army of the undead had finally began to completely empty itself from the room. Darkness Foretold picked himself up from the ground and headed toward the room entrance, his servant not to far behind him.

They got to the steps, and started what seemed to be an endless flight of stairs.

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((OOC: Since I am SUCH a nice guy…

>_>

<_<

*hands everyone a cookie*))

((OOC: You can still post while I continue my little story. (Which, now that I think about it, might not be aloud in the end. ) ))

I don't know what else I can say but...Wow! That is better then what I can do....Infact, I think anyone here could beat me hands down.

If you want some critic, the only things I would suggest is that you make her look like she's not leaning against air. Also, I feel her arms and legs are a little bit too long. Other then that, you a great artist!

As for the bet...As soon as he see this thread.

-Burning Fang

((OOC: I will be making a series of posts regarding my two characters I put in. Each 'series' falls in line of three days. Each one will get a post of their own, and it will give me a chance to stretch my creative thinking a bit. Until I am finished, they will not be able to be interacted with.

I will let everyone know when the posts are well and over, thus allowing you to talk to the cell mates if you so wish. Each have their own personalities, but work together in near perfect harmony without saying a word. I will reveal (SP?) the past of these two characters along with my posts.

At times, my characters may not 'available', I.e., being in their cells, alone time and other various things. Please note that my spelling and grammar are not exactly 'top par' yet. If there are any mistakes, feel free to copy and paste my posts with the corrections in bold via PM.

Feel free to gossip about these two new arrivals from various rumors and such. At times, I may allow a person to take direct control over my character (not account. And please don't abuse my characters to bend to your will as 'pets'.). My posting has been 'cut short' as of late, and taking control of my character will only be in rare events, such as vacation or I'm out of ideas and I seriously need help.

I will note when I need some time off, and will say so at the bottum of the post. From there, feel free to PM me if you feel you are up to the task.))

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Day one... Part one...

There was silence, the sound of a pencil against paper being the only sound within the bare white room. The sound of writing stopped.

A whisper, then a reply. Two figures. Yes, only two figures. Midnight Brawl (the shorter black guy) could very well hear the outside world while asleep. Unfortunately, he lacked the ability to respond to such activity fast enough.

The whispers stopped. A sound of footsteps, two sets of footsteps now echoing among the bare walls. A slight creaking of a door, suddenly slamming as it closed behind the two figures.

The sudden sound made Midnight (other times known as 'Brawl', 'MB', and Wolf - a rarely used first name.) head jerk. He slowly opened his eyes, ajusting to the sudden brightness of the area. His eyes burned slightly, squinting as a reflex to the bright lights in the room.

He looked up to the door, noticing how...'unusual' it is to find a normal semi-transparent house-like door as an entrance to the room. It was a plain transparent glass-like window with a wooden outline. The strangest part, he seemed to be up straight, as if he was sleep walking...Or mabey, he was simply sleep standing...

He moved his arm slightly, attempting to get out of his unusually painful position. Stuck. He couldn't move his hands with slight movement. He looked around his body, taking notice of his bright orange jumpsuit he had on. His hands and feet were bound to a large set of of metal 'holds', the substance possibly being one of the hardest metals in the earth.

He stood there in a star-like shape, his hands hanging slightly above his head. Each hold was attached to a large metal circular band that looked as if it would roll at any time. Yet, it remained perfectly balanced.

He looked back up to the door in which the two people had just left. Two shadows talked to each other just behind the door, seemingly about nothing. Then again, they were talking about him. Wolf managed to catch a few words.

"Why isn't he in a cell?" The officer on the left asked.
"Too dangerous. He will remain in here until a solitary confinement cell opens up." The other one said, a slightly older a lower voice.
"And, why again is he stuck on that thing?"
"Drugs don't work on him. He's going to be locked up for as long as he lives."
"The drugs don't work? How can they not work? Give him a couple extra doses and throw him in with the other thugs!"
The other figure sighed. "Do you read up on these things? Figures like him and Statesman can't be bound by normal drugs or other means of power draining affects. Brawl isn't whatever Statesman is, but he would very well be just as powerful."

There was a slight moment of silence.

“How did you knock him unconscious in the first place?”
“Heh, volts. Lots and lots of volts. It was one of our little experimental tazer darts the Longbow are working on.”
"Ok. So, what's the pad for?"

Wolf made a face as if very slightly amused. Is he going to ask questions all day? He's already givin’ me half of the answers I need...

"Research. The Dr. wants to take a look at his information. He finds everything droll, I can never get it.”
“And it’s all about…”
“Normal stuff, “Midnight Brawl: black male, slightly over six feet, 160 pounds, partially albino eyes, bald, mute. Other information like time slept, Zig number S75 983.”
“Oh, I see. Strange number…” He muttered under his breathe. “But, he’s mute?”
“Oh yes. He has been reported not speaking in any of his attacks.”
Wolf rolled his eyes.
“That doesn’t mean he is mute.”
“I know. We have a doctor that is coming from Steel Canyon to take a look at what we’ve got. He will probably be here tomorrow.”

They began to talk about certain sports and things going on around the city, nothing really important. Their voices got dim as they began to walk elsewhere to continue their conversation.

Wolf sighed, lowering his head into a resting position. He let his body fall forward, back into its previous uncomfortable arrangement. He would need to think of something, but right now, he needed more rest.

Hopefully someone would drop by tomorrow to give him slightly more information as to what was currently going on, besides the obvious. He was in a prison, his head hurt, his arms hurt and he was drowsy from the drugs still flowing through his blood. He was still very strong, but its secondary effect was once again kicking in.

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((OOC: Sorry it’s so short.

Wolf is an average guy with powers similar to Statesman, without all the Zeus’ Strikes. He was an orphan since birth with a past still hidden to him. One of Recluse’s little magician people foresaw the young boy’s power and picked him out at a young age, hoping to unlock his potential powers.

While Wolf is a nice guy, he is lost, fighting only to find what in his life is empty, and what he is missing. Recluse promised him money and power, which he doesn’t want. He only wants to find the life he was taken from.))

((OOC: Small post: sorry, my 'activeness' have slowly depleted apon the past few weeks. Reasons are as followed...

Work
Events
Friends
Work
Concerts
A sudden present I get addicted with... *sough* NFS Carbon *cough*
Work
KH numero uno
Work
Lazyness...

By the way, I am also lost for the lack of attention in threads. I will only do Night's part until I can catch up/reread the stories I have neglected to finish.))

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Night looked around for Velkon's voice. Unable to follow it, she responded with, "Find that...thing... Catch it and hold it, I'll let you know when you need to run."

She jumped up to the branches above her, grabbing it with her hand, twirling up to it with a quick flick of her wrist. She landed semiperfectly, still slightly drunk from the unusual little encounter with sleep. She lept forward to the next branch without making much noise, looking under and around her for any sign of the avatar.

((OOC: Bah! Figures.... ))

((OOC: Aww... I was just beginning to like this thread....

Are you waiting for me to reply?))

((OOC: This thread died quickly....))

Falcon was teleported to the bed bay, just as expected. The first thing he did was teleport himself in front of Amedren.

"The next time you do that, WARN ME FIRST!!!"

He turned to leave back through the portal.

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((OOC: It's short, I know. BRB. There are ALOT of threads that need my attention!

*vanish*

-Burning Fang ))

((OOC: Just because my post says "To be continued..." doesn't mean you have to stop the RP 'till I do! Come on, say something! ))

Night flew to the ground, switching to a roll apon contact. She looked around for the enemie. Nothing. The only problem, she knew where he went. "Burning, Proto, get out of here! 2.0, Velkon, cover me! Hazard.....Er....Do whatever!" She lept into the darkness. Once again, invisable.

Velkon would have to turn on his camo in order for the next part to work. She jumped up to the branches, making NOISE as she did so. The point was to bring Velkon to the area, and for Proto and 2.0 to look up into the trees. Burning needed to get out of the way for the moment. Burning should know what to do.

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Proto did get the hint, but thought the noises were the Avatar. He pushed a few buttons on his keypad. With a slight buzz, his assault bot was set on 'Aggressive (sp?) mode.' Proto also saw that it was Night making the noise, but now he was really confused. What the heck was she doing?
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Burning Fang knew what Night was going to do, and she was right, he had to leave fast. He jumped behind the rock that the Traige Beacon was behind. Infact, it was still fire bright green smoke.

Burning got a running start to kick the Traige Beacon out of the way.

-Dong-

When he hit the beacon, his foot bounced off making the rest of his body vibrate. The sound of a bell could be heard in Fang's skull. He fell backwards to the floor, his head shaking like a bobble head on caffiene. The beacon, of course, was still in front of him. Atleast Proto could have put in an 'off button'.

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When the Avatar disappeared, the whole 'rope plan' was wasted along with it. Now, he had a burning rope under his feet, and was about 70-80 feet above the ground. Hazard rolled his eyes under his glasses and ran back to the tree from where he came. "I hope this works..." he mumbled.

Hazard took out a knife and cut the rope beneath him. He grabbed the end of the rope and swung to the flor below at a hundred miles an hour. His glasses/MP3 player switched to his favorite song, George of the Jungle!

George, George,
George of the Ju-

-snap-

The rope he was holding snapped in two from a mix of his weight and the fire. Luckily, he was now about ten feet from the ground at an angle. He rolled forward in an akward way, landing on his feet as if he had been waiting to do that. Which, he had not.

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Falcon reappeared about 200 feet above the battle. Not on a branch, not one anything to hold him up. No, he was on nothing but air. He stepped forward and began to fall. He began to yell apon instinct, falling to the floor below him.

~WHACK!~

Falcon landed about five feet away from where Hazard stood, a loud CRACK of bones braking rang through the air when he did. Falcon had indeed landed on his back, he mind rang as only one thing registered in his mind. Pain, and alot of it.

He fought with his mind to keep from passing out. His mind, slowly going black...

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((OOC: Everyone wants some MP3 player glasses! Its the hottest thing!

OOC EDIT: Fixed!!! ))

Fenris Project is on Pinnacle??? So am I!

Proto Zone: Level 41 Mastermind at your service! If anyone wants to team, look me up!

"Fine..." Falcon replied, short and quick. "I'll be in the armory, 'Oh, Great Dark Lord of the Underworld." He said sarcasticly as he re-entered the portal.

Falcon's Strike reappeared through the portal in front of Amedren. Nothing on him looked new, infact, he looked exactly the same from when he entered the portal. "Sir," he began to say. "Is there anything you don't want me to get from the armory?"

Hazard looked at the middle of the rope, the fire already eating away. "Oh my...." Hazard lost any interest in checking the ropes stability, instead, running at full speed ACROSS the rope. He ran perfectly, not missing a single step as he ran, his only goal, to get to the other side.

Hazard looked up at the Avatar, shooting a group of ice arrows along the way.

Almost there...

Still running, Hazard got an energy arrow from his quiver and aimed it at 2.0. "2.0! Catch!" He yelled while shooting the arrow. Hopefully Experiment would know what to do with it, as long as he heard the yell in time.

Almost...

Hazard was now past halfway, the rope had been eaten to a few little threads. Hazard got another 'rope' arrow and shot it at the tree behind the Avatar and Burning. He grabbed the end of the rope as he ran, tieing it arround one of the sharper arrows.

Just a little more...

Hazard shot the sharp arrow at the tree in front of him. This made the rope connect from that tree, the the one behind the Avatar. Hazard grabbed yet another rope arrow and shot it at the tree behind him. He tied the end to another sharp arrow and shot THAT one to the tree in front it him as well, this one replacing the rope he was on.

-snap-

The rope broke from Hazard's weight. He jumped at the last second, barely grabbing the second rope, just as it's arrow lodged itself in the tree trunk. He swung himself up onto the rope, finishing off the final distance, then jumped onto the third rope.

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Proto was busy firing a multitude of energy bullets from his gun at the Avatar with his first hand, and punching in commands for his assault bot to follow with the other hand. The assault bot activated its rocket boots, sending itself into temporary flight. It flew around the Avatar, firing beams of energy at the legs.

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Burning Fang's blazing bolts weren't working on the Avatar, he had to do something fast. "I can't believe I'm doing this..." he said as he created a fire sword from thin air, aiming it at the Avatar's neck. Burning sighed, flying toward the neck of the Avatar, sword first.

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Night caught herself from yet another slip, bringing herself back up from the fall. Her eyesight was clearing, that's the good part. She continued jumped from branch to branch, looking for the best spot to attack. The darkness around her, hiding her as she moved.

She looked at the Avatar's arms. This was where the Avatar fired from, so assuming she was correct, mabey she could distract the Avatar long enough for the others to attack.

Night leaped from the branch, flying straight for the Avatar's arm. She infused her hands with darkness and spiraled downward, hands first, into an attack. Something clicked in her mind, making her realize how much fear was rushing through her body. Her heart pulsed, each thump ringing through her ears. She closed her eyes, waiting for impact.

The alarm sounded across the Longbow base.

Two villains rushed through a hallway, skipping large mobs of enemies along the way. The larger of the villains took the lead, running though the mob, taking out as maney enemies as he could while he ran. The other villain ran through the path in between the mob with ease, bullets bouncing off of them.

The light of the base reflected off of the shorter man's bald dark brown head. The black and dark red sinister leather muffled most of the mans footsteps. He took down any enemie in front of him without an ounce of expression in his face. His albino eyes reflected niether anger or hate.

His fist rushed forward into one of the longbow's chest, throwing him across the room. He nodded to the other villain, letting the other know to continue on ahead. The other man did so without much thought, sprinting into the hallway. The shorter villain, who just so happened to be a little over six feet, hit the Longbow in the stomach, forcing to the ground. He grabbed the Longbow's neck and threw him into a nearby enemie. Again, not a single sign of emotion crossed his face as he did so.

The larger of the two villains jumped over the second mob and continued to run through the hallways of the Longbow infested base. He sent a punch of dark energy into one of his enemies lower chest. The darkness eating away at the longbow's uniform as he fell back in pain. He continued to take out the enemies that chose to get in his way.

He was a strong man, a little over 7 feet, white skin with black tribal tatoos spread his upper body. His black pants continuing the pattern in darkish red. A reaper mask covered the lower half of his head, unable to cover the top half of his black war tatoo. His gladiator styled shoulder pads, dented with bullet shells was his only protection. His feet covered with a black cloth.

The shorter man caught up while the other was fighting. When the battle was over, they ran to the main room, the leader waiting for them by a computer. The computer held the data needed for them to complete their mission. The leader turned around, being non other then Miss Liberty herself. A trap planned the whole time, including the fake data on the CPU. She took no time to introduce herself, jumping forward into an attack.

The largest of the two villain blocked, switching into an attack of his own. Miss Liberty drodged in mid air, doing a spinning kick as she did so. A direct hit on the side of the head sent the villain to the ground. The other villain was above Miss Liberty, two fists aiming for her head. She jumped back, fists hitting the floor with a clang, denting the metal. The villain ran forward, throwing a punch that Miss Liberty blocked and countered with her own barrage of kicks and punches. The villain, managing to dodge a few, was unable to block the rest of the attacks.

He fell backwards from the force of the attacks, throwing him off balence. The other villain, just now getting up, jumped above and over Miss Lib., hitting her in the middle of her back with a kick. Dark energy ate away at her uniform, but she didn't flinch. She ducked forward into a roll, jumping off the ground, off the wall, and back to the main villain, kicking the man directly on the forehead. The force of the kick knocked him out for the remainder of the fight.

The short villain picked himself off the floor, using his surrounds to his advantage, he grabbed a small bar to his left, running at Miss Liberty at full speed.

-Zzzt-

A small shock dart hit him square in the back, forcing the villain on his knees, and onto the floor. Behind him, a longbow seargent's gun smoked lightly from the shot....

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((OOC: To be continued...

I've always wanted to say that.

OOC EDIT:

1.) Changed a few spelling errors.
2.) Changed the format of a few sentances.
3.) Added a little more 'detail' to the fight.

Send me a PM if there is anything that I need to fix.))