TheSoviet

((Yeah, he's more "Here? No...." now.))

Johnny swore. He hadn't heard any bones crunching yet, and he couldn't increase density forever. He took a shot of stimulants and began to lift rocks up, searching for his lost opponent.

Johnny slowly stood back up, clutching his chest.

"Here scary scary scary...."





"Here, scary scar-AHA!" He yelled, smashing a piece of rock onto an obviously empty space.

"Oh. Hey wait, I can fix this."

He braced himself against the building and, still clutching his chest, began to steadily increase the density of all the larger sections of debris closest to him.

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The Buckshot screamed and crumpled to the floor, "dead.", but he had been with the Family for a while, and teleported away.

The final Gunner realized that he, too, could escape without risking it not activating like for Erik or Donny, and began to raise his hands in surrender. Seeing her prey about to leave, Eve charged forward, intent on smashing that area one last time.

At the last second, the Gunner stopped and jumped, landing on Eve and stabbing at her neck with his bowieknife.

Johnny yelped with pain and lost his grip on the massive structure. He flew backwards, phased.

Chertak looked up. It had backfired. He had knocked his opponent down for now....


...But the building was falling down on him!

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The Gunner screamed, his spine breaking. The knifing gunner rolled off of the recovering buckshot and swore at the devoured, smacking his last clip into his tommygun and firing. The Buckshot was out of ammo. He threw the gun at the beast in frustration and drew a .50 DEagle, smacking the beast with heavy fire.

Johnny strained and grunted, his cybernetics working at full force. The Rikti was holding back his crusher for now, but he was slowly doing what many considered impossible for Family technology to do.

The Rikti looked up.


The building behind it was slowly inching towards it.

"Eat.....


.....This....." Johnny grunted out as his awe-inspiring attack moved forward towards the trapped Rikti.

((I think he gave her a short *Bow* as in gesture.))

The Buckshot screamed and dropped his weapon, knowing that accidental deaths of his brothers in the Family would mean his own. He frantically stumbled away.

One of the Gunners had reached his knife, and slashed at the tree-like wrists of his captor.


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Johnny attempted to form a gravity surge around the plasma, but it was too late. The blast knocked him into a building behind him. Clutching the large black spot on his pinstripe suit, he snarled and picked up a convieniently placed section of wall, pulling it in and attempting to crush the Rikti into its cover.

As Eve charged to the thugs, they smiled.

She got right on top of them, and was pulling back her arm to kill them both, when she screamed in agony.

She was knocked forward between the two gunners.

Behind where she had been stood the forgotten Buckshot, smiling, barrel smoking.

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Johnny let loose a freakish yell and began to pull at the supports of the building the Rikti had run into. He assumed it was flanking him, and accordingly began to pile rubble at the main entrance of the structure, which was behind him.

He drew back his fists, pulling from the ground the girder beam, and held it in front of him, aimed at the small pile of debris like a battering ram.

"BRING IT ON, FREAK!" Screamed Johnny, drawing from the ground all sorts of rubble and debris and chucking it towards the Rikti.

He picked the beam back up and used it as a sort of bat, smashing it towards the Rikti.

"Homer fo' sho'!" He yelled in delight as his massive weapon swung.

As Johnny emptied his first clip, he turned. Podo was giving the Rikti an opportunity to surrender, and that was his opportunity to strike. As the alien listened intently to the goblin, Johnny picked up a large girder beam precariously balanced on the building above with his cybernetic gravity powers.


He brought it crashing down vertically on the distracted Rikti.

Johnny grabbed his head in pain, but his cybernetics saved him from anything major. He stood and laughed, pulling a car off of his remaining troop's legs.

"Man, we on fire. Open up!" He yelled, drawing his own tommygun and picking the Devoured as a target.

They let loose a hail of bullets.

The two family gunners were bowled over by the shopping cart, falling behind several barrels.

Johnny thrust his hands forward, sending the Singularity into the plasma blast, destroying it, but letting him live. He turned his attention to the Mentalist that was harrassing his men.

"Lesse who wins, eh? Tech or freakyness!" He yelled to it, the cybernetics in him beginning to form a field of gravity around it.

"Eeeeeeeeeat THIS!" He yelled, thrusting his arms up, hoping to catch the Rikti in enough of a gravity flux to smash it into the ceiling.

"SCREW THE TRAP!" Screamed Johnny as he slowly crunched his hands together, holding his Singularity stable. "ATTACK!"

The Mobsters, blind with fury at two deaths, ran screaming from their building, spraying lead everywhere. The Buckshot ran yelling, jumping into the air, falling and firing a spray of shot into the Gunman who was holding Becky.

The Plasma and bullets smashed harmlessly into the terrain in front of the Mech. The massive gravity pull had thrown its targetting systems off; its visuals aimed for the thugs, but its weapons systems were lowered slightly due to the force.


The missiles screamed forward, having successfully locked, but Johnny stood firm. They flung towards him at insane speeds, but at the last moment, The Knife flung his hands forward. The Missiles began to swarm around a point, a small white dot to everyone else. They orbited the small sphere, deftly avoiding contact with each other. This went on for a few moments, but then the sphere began to grow. The missiles compacted, their warheads becoming too dense to detonate, until they were points of light hurtling around a core.


The Singularity rippled with force, picking up several large chunks of concrete and steel and throwing them to the titan.


The Family in the crowd exploded with yips and cheers.

Johnny screamed bloody murder, and rose with his Tommygun.

Inside the crowd, the section with his gang was screaming, yelling, booing wildly, and getting violent.

Johnny walked to the hole where his enforcer's firing post had once been.

He stared straight at the mech.

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The giant robot began to feel the world get heavier. It turned its visual sensors to Johnny. A purplish glow surrounded him.


Johnny had Consigliere cybernetics.

Johnny lost all pretense of bad-mouthing and chiding. They were about to die.

"EVERYBODY DOWN!" He screamed, all of his men falling immediately except Erik.

He had been loading another missile, and as the plasma shot forward, Johnny could only scream --

"DROP, YOU--"

Fwoosh! TsSsShsSk!!

Johnny looked up. The missile was off and still flying, but as he turned to his enforcer, he threw up on the floor.


His top half was gone.

"Shey-ite! Yer gonna get us all killed!" Screamed Johnny.

"This one won't miss!" Responded a stone-faced Erik.

"Erik ya --"

Fwoosh!

At the sound of the battle livening, The Knife had an idea. "Vinny, Johnson, git behind dem twos barrels next to da' do', and watch dis."

The Capo Gunners rolled behind a pair of sand-filled barrels and watched as Johnny picked up a large, sharp piece of metal and some loose string and formed a rusty guillotine trap at the door.

"If dat ting swings, yous twos gonna finish off whutever tryin' to get in here, dig?"

"Yeah, we dig." Nodded Vinny.

"Mutha' o' God, we lost Danny!" Screamed a Buckshot, smashing his cellphone into the ground.

"Chillax, doo." Responded Erik, grinning insanely.

He had been carrying a large weapons pack, mostly backup ammo and sidearms. However, as he reached inside, he pulled an RPG-7, a Chinese-made tank killer.

"Dat mech is dead." He told the others as he took up a firing position in the window.

"Kerblam!" He yelled preemptively as the massive rocket Fwoosh! -ed from its barrel.

"De-YAM! It's like dey made tha course for us. Come on, boys!"

The Knife rallied his men into one of the more stable-looking buildings, the other fighters losing sight of the mobsters.

One of the Headmen laughed.

"Cowardly humans: Soon to die!"

As soon as the words had left its mouth, the crowd in the observation box was blinded by a massive muzzle flash, Donny firing right at the weak neck of the Rikti's armor.

The Mafia men cracked their necks. They loved a big entrance.

They entered as a whole, yelling, flashing Family symbols, firing their guns into the air, all to ((Edit if wanted....)) Roaring applause. The low lifes of the Isles loved the Family, and the Family loved it.

"Ye-Yeah!" Cheered a Gunner as they readied themselves for the fight. Donny only shook his head from his perch and laughed cooly, drawing a bead on a few different combatants and then taking his eye from the scope to watch the Arena.

"Damn Meta tricks...." Cursed Reikoff to himself. "Heh. Eat this, super..."

He pulled out a primitive blowgun and loaded a single dart, aiming at Blightlord.

Psphoot!

"META INCOMING!" Screamed a TacOp at the top of his lungs, seeing Blightlord.

The Malta flung themselves to the ground, going prone. The sapper fired a massive bolt of bio-draining energy, the engineer tossed a turret onto the ground, and all of the TacOps opened fire on full auto.

Reikoff tossed a grenade.


"This super is OURS!"

Just then they heard Khel.

"Crap, two of them! Divvy fire, divvy fire!" Screamed Reikoff. The two Gunslingers whipped out their weapons and began to spray Cryo-rounds at the flamer hero.

"It's obviously a metaman. I say we take it down." Mused the Engineer, nodding slightly from his brushy cover to Khel.

"No, not yet, he may be a potential Malta recruit if he has natural skills, but if he uses a power, I expect every gun open on full auto. Are we clear?" Reikoff cautioned.

"Got it, chief." One of the Gunslingers responded, cracking his neck.

Donny spat through his teeth, the loogie Spt! -ing on the arena below.

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"Heya, toots." Erik said to Jord, sarcasm deep in his voice. "Bet you tink you can play wit' de big boys, eh?"

"Shaaaaaaduuuup." The Knife drawled to his enforcer.

"We up, crew. Let's roll!" The gangsters laughed and drew their weapons, walking through the door and into the sand....