Tundara

It looks great! The poses are nice and the detail great. I love how the guy with the mace is using it to sort of shield the woman by his feet. Feels very tankerish.

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Psssh! You're good Squirrel! I mean, I can't hope to do as good as that if I spent a week attempting to do so. My talent lies in the ink of word, not that of pictures.

And see, look, you're doing super hero stuff again!

Now Blade, don't you worry, the community here is great and wonderful! As you see people around here are already doing some nice stuff.

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That looks a lot better then I hoped for, thank you so much. And yes, I'm an Ice/Ice tank. If I had to make a change or comment it would be that I prefer Greater Ice Sword to Ice Sword. You don't have to change anything though. I am really looking forward to seeing how this turns out and I hope that my writing satisfies you.

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Basically if you get a fair sized paragraph up >.< You're likely nearly out of room.

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*sigh* I thought as much. *cracks knuckles* Right, now to figure out how to make this fit without compremising the idea.

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Haha, that is great! I love his costume and can already see a clear personality. Being Magic opens up some nice possabilities. My Californian is a bit rusty though >_< Thankfully I have a few brains in my SG I can pick for suitable lingo. Or watch Orange County again. >.> His love for the Ocean is something I can really relate to so finding him should be no issue at all. I'm going to get to work on this right away.

Um... Anyone know the character length allowed for Bio's? I know it's relatively short (in my opinion. ) but that's all I know. <.< ... >.>

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Thanks SlaveDawg. I'll be sending you a pm later and we can has out the details if you're interested in the trade. Your work is rather good though and I'd feel bad for you if all you want is a in-game character bio and battle-cry. Those are rather short after all, and I am notoriously terrible at battle-cries. Personally I'd feel better with giving you a bio and a story of several pages (at least).

As for poses and such, knock yourself out. I am totally un-fussy and trust in the artist far more then myself for these kinds of decisions.

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Here ya go Tundara... not one of my best, but I hope you like it...

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=O_O= You may not think it's one of your best, but I love it! My favourite one you've done without question (Though I'm just a smidge biased ) Thank you a ton LJ.

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Great conclusion Kilo!! My only criticism is Alex's flashback felt a bit out of place given that was the height of the dramatic tension of the strory. I wanted to know what Kilotannage and Alex was going to do next, not learn more about the ink. Thankfully Kilo's come back supported the flashback and created a very humourous moment, but the flashback still feels poorly placed or timed. It would have been better to mention the shared DNA in the first part of the story or while Alex was staggering from the bank. It seemed out of character for a trained and experienced hero to have a slightly whimsical flashback when faced by a villian that has just beat down your super strong best friend.

But great stuff Kilo! I really enjoyed the story and the writing was great.

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hahaha, those are all jaw dropping sweet! Your friends quite good.

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Well, since a couple of other people have posted stories, I guess it will be okay to post mine as well. So here it is:

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Part Twenty-Two:

People were screaming. Through the dim mist Stacey could sense them around her, a dozen fragile forms trying to hide in the haze. It was not her that had sparked the fear, though they had cause fear her. A thick stream of muddy water flowed from the cracks in the cement. A plume of pure water jetted like a geyser from the mangled remains of a hydrant to fall on the side of an overturned bus. From inside the wreck more people moaned. Stacey couldn’t worry about them at the moment.

From the mist the more pressing concern emerged. A pair of talons covered in deep purple fire flew at Stacey’s throat. Adrenaline coursing in her veins had so far been the only thing that had saved her against the relentless onslaught of the demon. Stacey was falling and deeper into a trance of pure instinct and reaction. Sweeping her hands in front of her she brushed one, then both talons aside, stepped inside the demon’s reach and struck it on the throat with a quick cross chop. For a moment it looked like the demon would fall, but the lunge had been nothing more then a feint to lure Stacey in close. The demon’s barb tail fell from the mist slashing Stacey across the cheek and chest. Stifling a cry Stacey jumped back.

Bringing her hands up in front of her Stacey could only wait in the thick mist for the demon’s next attack.

Since the demon had leapt with her from the tower Stacey had found herself on the loosing end of the fight. Laughing the whole way down the demon had released her moments from landing. A small crash had broken the calm of the busy street when she had slammed into the middle of the crowds. The demon had managed to in the scant second before crashing to twist into a roll and land on his feet. It would have been a perfect landing; if not for the bus.

Speeding down the street the bus had careened into the demon. It had been like the bus had struck a rooted tree. The front of the bus curled around the demon as if it was an angry claw. In a rage the demon threw the bus away, the shrill shriek of twisting metal mingling with a bestial howl. Stacey had stared as fifteen tons metal came crashing down behind the demon. From inside the moans and screams of the passengers began to filter out in a wrenching cacophony.

Cars screeched to halts on either side of Stacey and the demon as confused pedestrians had tried to scramble out of the way.

Come now, little thing of flesh, bone, blood and tears, let us see what you are truly capable of doing. The demon flexed its shoulders, bones in its neck popping and creaking.

Leaping forward Stacey launched a right hook followed by a quick kick. Stacey did not know exactly what the trouble was, but she could not land a single hit on the demon as she continued to press forward. It ducked, weaved, and brushed aside every single punch Stacey attempted. Frustrated Stacey overextended and was rebuffed by the demon’s tail for the mistake. The beast shook its head while crossing its arms looking down on Stacey as she picked herself back up.

If this is your best, then perhaps my master is wasting his time with you.

A moment passed as Stacey glared at the demon clearing her head. Taking a slow breath Stacey decided it was time to try a new tactic.

Clapping her hands together Stacey sent a shivering blast of frigid air at the demon. Like water rolling across seaside rocks a rolling wave of frost swept from Stacey along the cracked surface of the road. Ice curled up lamp posts the brittle crackling drowning for a moment the sirens and hoarse screams. Flicking a thin smile the demon vanished. It was as if the deepening shadows reached up and consumed him. Jaw falling open Stacey stood rooted. Windows shook into their frames networks of fractures dancing from the shock of the cold breaking against them.

Better, that is better. Show me more. A deep throaty chuckle swirled around Stacey, the demon keeping his location hidden. Let us see what you do when blinded.

Again the ripping of metal sounded, this time accompanied by demonic laughter. Turning Stacey saw the demon beside a fountain of water bursting from a fire hydrant ripped open as if it had been made up clay. Purple flame covering his hand, the demon thrust it into the fountain. A slow droning chant came from the demon. Stacey could feel a change in the air, like it carried a hunger that was insatiable. Her gorge rose and a quiet wave of panic fluttered through her heart when those chanted words passed Stacey’s ear.

Jets of steam exploded out of the geyser in torrents so thick Stacey found herself almost immediately was enclosed in a thick fetid mist. Whistling like a dozen boiling kettles for several moments the steam filled the steel canyons of the city core, then stopped with a clap of silence. Red eyes glowed deep in the mist, than vanished leaving only a rising cackle. Slowly at first, then at more frequent intervals the demon struck at Stacey, a quick exchange of blows, before slinking back into the mists.

Are you ready yet to surrender?

“Go to Hell,” Stacey shouted into the mist.

Ah, it saddens me that you would say that.

A gasp exploded from Stacey propelled by a hit to her back that sent her flying through the mist. She burst into the open air to the shuddering snap of cameras from tourists, common citizens, and a few reporters that had rushed to the tower when the first reports of a disturbance had come across police radios. Twisting in the air Stacey shielded her face before smashing into the side, then through, the ruined bus. Bent and shredded metal skipping across the open road Stacey hit the ground, bounced once and rolled to a stop at the feet of the gathering crowd. A collective gasp came from the crowd as Stacey picked herself back up. As one the crowd began to back away. More camera flashes flickered, and then they stopped as the demon walked through the gap Stacey had made in the bus.

You have been betrayed, Tundara. The Demon opened his arms, fanged smile a ragged dark line. Orca is moments away from his revenge, and you will be denied the answer you seek.

“The only thing I want is to bring them down and see all of them rot in prison.”

Stacey wasn’t certain if she was going to be able to stop the demon. Worse, with the crowd of bystanders so close she was afraid to use her powers. It was too likely that one of them could be caught by accident. Attempting to use just her fists had proved fruitless so far. If she bought time though, then Orca would come and help her.

But he should have been with her long ago. Why hadn’t he come to help her? What was taking him so long? The security of the Cartel could not have been a difficulty for him. The Cartel had so far proven to be helpless against Orca and Stacey directly. It was only when their friends and family was attacked that the Cartel struck any victories. So, where was Orca?

He will not come. Hearthgrave will die, and then he will be done with you. All you ever have been is a tool to him to bring him closer to this moment. Avenging his slain children. That has been all Orca has ever cared for. The demon let out a quick smirk and pointed up at the building.

Against her better judgement Stacey turned her eyes up to see where the demon pointed. It was the broken window of Hearthgrave’s office, and then a small spec fell out the window. Stacey covered her mouth and the crowd pulled farther back as the screams began. Rooted to the ground Stacey could not take her eyes from the falling form. Growing louder they ended with a sudden wet crunch. It ended just like that, a life snuffed out in an instant. Shock taking over Stacey staggered up to the body and rolled it over.

Hardly anything remained of Hearthgrave, her body a sac of fractured bone. Blood ran deep into the pavement. Stacey was becoming familiar with death, but the wounds Hearthgrave had suffered were so extreme. Ground beef, it was all Stacey could think of looking at what little remained. A small amount of blood boiled from Hearthgrave’s mouth in a last quivering sigh. Stacey stood slowly clenching her fists and looking back to the window. Surrounded by a white silhouette was a large bulky shape. It looked at Stacey for a moment, than left the window.

Just as I predicted, he has had his revenge and now abandons you to me. It is rather ironic that he left Patricia to the Cartel while releasing my master and now he lets me be while abandoning you.

Stacey whipped back around facing the demon.

“What did you say?”

Orca abandoned your sister, the fair and gentle Patricia, to the Cartel.

Clenching her fists so hard the leather gloves began to creak Stacey screamed, “She is dead! I saw her body! I buried her!”

Laughing the demon began to pace away from the crowd. Its long tongue rolled around dark lips relishing every moment of rage and pain that was caused by its words.

Did you really? Or did the Cartel replace her with a burnt corpse from a house fire. The demon stopped, its tail flicking. Think of it. She is a vessel for a piece of the primal essence of Fire. A mere explosion would be to her what a snowstorm is to you, a trifling annoyance. For months now they have had her, using her as a lab rat, performing unspeakable experiments. Slowly stripping away her sanity and soul to uncover how to replicate her powers. The only person who could have lead you to her is now nothing but a shattered sack of meat.

He is trying to bewitch you. Lies and half-truths coat his tongue like venom.

Her screams were like nectar to my master seeping through the walls. The demon’s smile grew as he said, and Orca left her there all alone and cold in the dark As soon you are going to be. Betrayed by those you thought you could trust.

“I can’t trust you anymore than I can the Cartel,” Stacey growled leaping forward.

The world began to slow as Stacey rushed at the demon. Its smile slowly vanished as twisting in a spin it began to dodge again Stacey’s attack. In her ears all she heard was the quick rhythmic thumping of her heart. To Stacey it was as if a tunnel had sprung up and the only things in it were her and the demon. She could see how he was moving and began bringing another fist forward shrouding it in the most intense cold she could manage. A hundred cameras flashed and the image of Stacey and the demon played on televisions across the world captured by a traffic helicopter. On those televisions the demon avoided the leading punch only to be caught in the side by the other.

Cold leaping into the demon’s body it flew away from Stacey crashing along the street. Even before it had come to a stop Stacey was chasing after it gathering more of the bitter cold around her. A block, and another hit sent the demon skidding further. The laughter and amusement was gone from its vile eyes. Purple flames burning around its hands the demon countered with a vicious uppercut. It was moving sluggishly, slowed from the draining effect of the penetrating cold that surrounded Stacey and lashed out from every punch and kick. Stacey wasn’t able to avoid the uppercut completely catching the force of the hit on her side. Beautiful sparks of energy danced around Stacey as she jumped up into the air and landed back close to the crowd of bystanders.

Yes Tundara, finally your true measure is let loose. Howled the demon flying at Stacey.

Grabbing the reaching fist Stacey pirouetted launching the demon at a distant building with all her might. Not waiting to watch the impact Stacey leaped after it pleased to be able to get away from the crowd. For a moment as the wind whistled past her ear Stacey wondered if anyone had heard the demon shout her pseudonym, or if they’d be making one up for her. Then she wondered how the demon had known it. But the demon seemed to know a lot even if half of what it said could be trusted. Stacey understood that at least part of what it said had to be true, it would be all too easy if it only spoke lies like in the movies.

Leaping in through a hole slammed into the side of a skyscraper Stacey found the demon waiting for her. Behind her on the other side of the hole helicopters circled. The demon stood alone surrounded by scattered desks and cubicles dark rage filling its eyes. No longer sparing with words at all both sides leapt at the other. At once it became evident to Stacey that at last she had hurt the demon. Its movements were becoming slower and slower, and it’s strength lessoning. Stacey could feel her own endurance beginning to wane as they spun and danced the deadly dance. Ice met the purple demonic flames scouring the walls. Around them the skyscraper’s interior crumbled like paper, the fight carrying them up through the building until they stood on its roof.

Blood dripped and ran from dozens of cuts on both Stacey and the demon. For a moment both stood there beneath the stars taking long laboured breaths. Breaking the pause the demon snatched a long radio mast breaking it off at the base. Hurling the radio mast like a javelin the demon tried to charge Stacey. Using backhand the mast was slapped aside then Stacey jumped into the air punching the demon on the side of the head. The whole skyscraper trembled from the hit of the demon crashing at Stacey’s feet. Picking the demon up by the throat Stacey struck it again and again brushing aside a futile attempt to break her grip. Stacey could sense that the end was at hand. Somehow she had won. Using a snap-kick she forced the demon to the skyscraper’s edge.

Again picking the demon up by the neck she said, “Something tells me that you won’t survive another fall of this height.”

Tail drooping the demon just smiled, thick brackish blood bubbly around it's teethe.

Even if you kill me, I can be brought back.

Growling Stacey brought her fist back for the last attack. Ice crusted her entire arm crackling in the air like an iceberg. Stacey could feel it like a bitter drink in the air that something momentous was happening. A crossroads had been reached and there was no returning. Hesitating for a moment Stacey stopped. The demon smiled wider and watched something over her shoulder. Instincts screaming that the demon was trying a last bluff Stacey threw her fist forward. Before she had even covered half the space Stacey felt her feet kicked out from beneath her.

Rolling onto her stomach Stacey thought at first perhaps the demon had used its tail to trip her, but it was just laying on the roof grinning and coughing up blood. Looking up Stacey saw that it had been the woman the demon had been using as a puppet. Hair snarled in the wind she glared at Stacey.

“I will not let you touch my daughter,” she said advancing towards Stacey.

“You don’t understand, that is not your daughter,” Stacey protested standing up slowly. “The demon is tricking you!”

“No, I will have none of your lies. I’ve already seen it all, it is you who has been tricked.”

Not wanting to hurt the woman Stacey tried to carefully subdue her. Immediately it was obvious that Stacey was not going to have to worry about trying to not hurt the crazed woman. When the demon had been blocking and dodging Stacey it had felt like it was more from its superior strength and speed. The woman though acted like she knew what Stacey was going to do before Stacey did. It was like trying to hit a shadow; every punch, kick or blast of cold was avoided before Stacey finished the manoeuvre. Each time Stacey failed, the woman landed a stinging hit. The hits hardly hurt Stacey, but they were annoying. Whoever the woman was she moved with a grace so fluid that it was almost hypnotizing. But Stacey did not have the time or patience for a long drawn out fight.

Even the most agile human could do nothing without touching the ground. Dropping to her knees Stacey placed both hands on the roof and forced into gravel a wave of cold. Crystal spread across the surface of the entire building in a web-work that grew into a thick sheet of glassy ice. For whatever reason Stacey powers let her move across the slick surface without any fear of slipping. The woman was not so lucky. She started to slip, corrected in a cartwheel, but could not continue the dance. As it had affected the demon, the cold surrounding Stacey took its toll on the woman. Numb fingers slipped on the ice and the woman fell on her back.

Not wasting a moment of the reprieve Stacey turned back to the demon and again lifted it by its throat holding it out over the edge.

“Tundara, what are you doing?”

The voice was Orca’s. The demon gurgling in her hand Stacey looked over her shoulder at Orca. He stood holding onto a flagstaff to prevent falling on the ice. Blood covered his costume. A cold impassive look covered his eyes behind his mask.

“I’m finishing what we started Orca.”

“Stop this! We need it alive!” Orca tried to take a step forward.

She was too close to finally winning to be interrupted again. Victory was on the growing wind. It was a victory Stacey had fought for with every ounce of her strength. With it Stacey would finally do what she and Patty should have done years ago, put her abilities to good use.

“You don’t understand. I have to do this. There is no other way.”

“Kill it Tundara and you become like it, just another murderer.”

“I’m not a murderer like you are Orca, is that what you mean?”

Orca stood in stunned silence as the wind grew fiercer. Over a bullhorn one of the helicopters started to say something. Stacey ignored it, which was easy with the wind and noise of the helicopters blades cutting the air.

“I was told you would show me the path Orca, and you have.”

Bending her arm Stacey tossed the demon into the gulf. The moment it left her hands the demons form shimmered and blurred. Transfixed Stacey could not pull her eyes away as the demon changed into a small girl eyes wild with fright as she began to fall. On the wind Stacey could hear the demon’s laughter; long, dark, triumphant laughter.

“What have I done?” Stacey whispered.

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I love it!!! Thank you Squirrel so much! Thank you thank you thank you!

/em gives teh squirrel a great big giddy hug.

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Awww... Did you try Virtue, I hear they've got a very large and friendly RP commuinity. They even let me blunder amongst them a couple times. I'd love some art of your style. The pieces on your DA page are very nice and have a 'gothic' feel that I like. =^_^=b

My Character is Tundara.

EDIT: I have only one piece of art of my character at the moment. Or would if I'd not been a fool and had it in a folder that got deleted (with no Back Up's to boot. I hang my head in shame.) There is a short story I'd post, but it is 7 pages long... So, I'm not sure if I should post it or not. >.> ... <.<

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That's really cool! Great work! I like how her legs act as a border to the faces.

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Wow, that's really good! Really really good!

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Neat-O. I enjoy the look I've settled on, though i's not all that original. >.>

Tundara References.

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I would accept your offer, but you are already on my free drawing list. Haven't forgotten about it. I have been travelling for the past month and haven't been drawing that much. No scanner or tablet access either.

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Yeah, traveling can really get in the way of work. And while you may not have forgotten, I had. Do you want some updated screenies to use or something. I'm not sure if I'd finalized the costume back then or not. <.< ... >.> And I don't mind giving you a story for your art. You do some really nice work.

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Here is a quick example of my work. I wrote this in a few hours back during Issue 9's closed beta as a sort of thank-you for the devs. As with most things I write for the forums it has not been hit with the red ink of editing other then a pass through a grammar and spelling checker. On a slight aside, I'm not to fond of the ending and if I ever did edit this particular story that would be significantly altered (and given my editing methods, lengthened no doubt).

Most character names were picked spur of the moment while writing. Any simularities to actual characters is pure coincidence.

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The Statesman’s Task Force, a short story:


The world was spinning and filled with the deep screeching of energy blasts from the maces of Bane Spiders. Overhead spotlights swept the pitted platform, the shrill noise of diving rockets turning into the deep rumble of explosions. Through the spiralling jumble of rockets a white streak darted towards the source of the rockets. Zip lines dangled twisting and dancing as men in heavy armour slid down them. Booted feet hit the steel plating of the platform small charred fragments grinding under their heels as the armoured men quickly unclipped themselves from the lines.

Purple markings on his shoulders showing him to be a lieutenant, one of men checked the read-out display on his wrist for the tactical situation. Behind the nano-carbon combat helmet he wore sweat trickled down from his brow and licked his lips.

“She’s moving in from the north, quick get into-“

The men under his command reacted too late, too slowly. Jensen was the first to fall, shot in the back by one of his comrades. Screaming he fell to his knees then face the rank smell of burnt flesh drifting from a small hole burned through his armour. Screaming madly Jensen swung his mace towards the Lt., thumb squeezing the trigger for the maces energy blast. The Lt. spun on his heel narrowly avoiding the blast. Burning ozone filled nose as he quickly activated his own mace, a full burst of brilliant red energy striking Jensen on the face and chest sending the man spinning from the platform.

Before the could recover tall men shimmering composed of a ghostly light appeared in the middle of them, long blades of fire and ice in hand. Mace blasts were fired in rapid succession, but the ethereal men were either immune to the energy or didn’t care they were being struck by it. Two Bane Spiders fell in the first moment, struck down by the elemental swords. A third reeled back clawing at his helmet shrieking with the mad intensity of a man who looks upon the plains of Pandemonium. Ripping off his helmet he scrambled backward, eyes wild with animal fright. Babbling he curled into a small ball against a short wall.

Spinning the Lt. looked for the source of the apparitions and confusion that was wiping out his squad. He found her hovering overhead, a slight frown playing with her face, wings of the purest white feathers gently beating the air to keep her aloft. Raising his mace he pressed the trigger, smiling behind his helmet as the red beam reached out for the heroine. She didn’t even try to move as the deadly energy slammed into her. The Lt. let out a whoop of victory, but it was cut short as the heroine vanished, replaced with the distant circling form of an Arachnos Flier. Yelling in protest all he could do was watch as the beam cut into the side of the Flier right where the pilots sat. Men began leaping from the doomed machine, fire licking from the open doors in its sides, falling the hundred feet to the ground.

“I am sorry, but we do what we must, and you chose your side in this war,” whispered in his mind a voice like the haunting last breath of a summer breeze.

She stood there with wings folded; the tattered and battered remains of his squad littering the ground behind her. Kissing her fingers she placed them on the trembling Lieutenant’s helmet. A primordial scream flooded out of the man, and then he fell, collapsing deep into unconsciousness as the deep tremble of the Flier he shot filled the battlefield.

Speaking into a communication device on her wrist the winged heroine took back into the air.

“The Fliers have been removed.”

“About freaking time Archon,” a loud spicy voice snapped. “What were you doing, playing around with them? We need your help here at the towers.”

White Archon didn’t respond to the prodding of her teammate, it wasn’t her way. Instead she flew over the battlefield towards her friends. Beneath her strewn among craters and the mangled remains of a half dozen Fliers, the forces of Archnos lay defeated. Only small pockets remained, desperately trying to get away from the intense fighting happening in the shadow of Lord Recluse’s tower. Ducking beneath the spider arms of the giant gaudy statue to the self styled dictator White Archon saw how the field had changed in the few minutes she had been gone dealing with the Archnos reinforcements.

She smiled at the scene playing out before her.

One of the ‘Towers’, the cause of the entire expedition into Grandville, had been destroyed. It was lying on its side in a pool of oil and twisted metal small electrical fires belching from dozens of holes punched into its thick armour. Around it were the bodies of the men assigned to defend the tower. A short distance away a second tower stood, dark orange flames eating at it from the spread hands of General Firebomb. Firebombs cape and loose pants trembled from the rushing heat of the inferno being summoned. On the other side of the tower from Firebomb was Boresight Girl in the middle of another squad of Bane Spiders, all of them showing the purple colour of Recluse’s elite scouts.

Boresight was a lithe woman, spinning and kicking anything within her reach. She didn’t bother trying to avoid the deadly energy blasts the Bane Spiders sent at her, instead relying on her extreme regenerative abilities to heal herself. Leaping into the air in a corkscrew motion she kicked one scout in the head, the unfortunate man flipping over backwards. Even as she landed Boresight was twirling into a sweeping leg movement that knocked down all the scouts around her. A mace blast caught her on the back sending her tumbling out of the packed group of scouts. Cursing violently Boresight kipped up onto her feet and ran strait at the scout that had shot her.

White Archon folded her wings and dived towards the tower. Sneaking up behind General Firebomb was a group of Arachnos technicians and scouts. If the techs got to the tower they would repair it in a matter of moments with their nano-repair tools. Noticing Archon’s arc, Firebomb dropped into a crouch and looked over his shoulder. Tutting softly to himself he threw a pair of molten fireballs into the group of men scattering them before Archon was close enough to use her mind altering abilities.

“You got ta be faster, love,” the General laughed returning to his burning of the tower.

With a final shrill moan the towers supports gave out, the contraption toppling over with a resounding crash.

“Half-way home now, love. Hope the others are having as much luck.”

“They seem to be holding their own,” White Archon replied landing beside Firebomb to watch Boresight finish dealing with the last scout. “But I can not see Recluse himself anywhere.”

It was true, the arch-villain himself was no-where to be seen. Everywhere his minions were either defeated, or attempting to make some sort of counter attack on the heroes at the third tower. Like how Firebomb had destroyed the second tower while Boresight battled the majority of Bane Spiders guarding it, the third tower was being attacked be Canadian Honour, who kept the Arachnos soldiers off her partners Doctor Indomitable and Lilith Firemane. Over at the last tower the Archnos soldiers were either digging in or hovering on the verge of running away. But no sign of the last two members of the team Statesman had charged with stopping Recluse’s plans for world domination.

“Where are-,” Archon started to ask, but was cut off as a massive explosion tore a gapping wound in the side of Aeon Crops skyscraper.

Leaving a trail of smoke and wreckage the massive bulk of the Giant Canuck skipped across the square scattering the last remaining Arachnos soldiers. The Giant Canuck was true to his name, a massive man that stood over ten feet with shoulders you could rest a Buick on. He wore only a thin tank top and pants that, as Boresight Girl was fond of commenting on to Canuck’s eternal embarrassment, bulged in all the right places. The Giant Canuck stood slowly. Archon could tell from the way he stood that the massive man was tired and on the verge of collapse.

Through the thick smoke Recluse himself appeared, striding confidently towards the Giant Canuck. At the sight of their lord the remaining Archnos soldiers rallied, war cries rising from hoarse throats. The side of Recluse’s helmet had a dark dent in it from where the Canuck had landed one of his powerful fists, but if it had hurt Recluse at all the lord of Arachnos did not show it.

“Quick, we got to get the last tower down!” General Firebomb shouted to Boresight Girl and White Archon leaping into the air on jets of flame.

Boresight charged after Firebomb, but Archon hesitated. Canuck needed her help more then they did. Running towards where the hero and Recluse stood Archon called up her ghostly servants, sending them to distract Recluse. Recluse just laughed at the servants as the attacked him, sweeping his spider-like arms to send them flying away.

“Tsk tsk, I was expecting more of a challenge,” Recluse chuckled, his gravely voice echoing behind his helmet.

“Archon, stay away from him,” the Giant Canuck said, a small trial of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Turning slightly away from the Canuck, Recluse backhanded him sending the giant skidding across the ground again. Yelling the Canuck’s name Archon thrust a hand at Recluse a thin trial of green energy flowing onto and around him. On a normal man the magic would have left him weak with delirium and hardly able to fight, Recluse shrugged off it’s effects like a stone splashed by a wave. As the terrible lord of Arachnos strode towards her Archon sent a second spell, a powerful curse designed to steal away strength and vitality, at him. Again there was no visible effect.

White Archon spread her wings to try to fly into the air and escape the land locked Lord Recluse. She had only gained a few feet when he closed the remaining distance, one of his gauntleted hands circling her throat. Gasping and choking Archon struggled against the metallic grip, buffeting Recluse with her wings.

“Why do you heroes even bother, I can not be defeated!”

The metal coated spider arms of Recluse stretched above Archon. She could feel darkness, so familiar and so frightening, slinking up the corners of her awareness. Recluse was laughing, the deep rumble filling her with dread. In the corner of her eye Archon spotted a figure cloaked in dull grey robes. Dimly she recognized him as if he was from a half forgotten dream. The world was spinning faster and faster, than there was a terrible squelching noise, like a fruit being crushed, followed by nothingness.

“Archon!” Boresight called from the top of the dieing tower. “Recluse, you…”

Whatever Recluse was parished in Boresight’s throat as he charged like an enraged boar strait at her and General Firebomb. Boresight jumped from the tower strait for Lord Recluse. She had no fear, it had been stolen from her by Crey Industries when they made her, a common background for more then a few heroes. Recluse and Boresight Girl were mere moments away from crashing into each, an exchange Boresight had little chance of winning, when through the thick smoke clouding the battlefield a form covered in crackling blue ice smashed into Recluse from the side.

“Tundara? Where have you been? Recluse-,”

“I know,” Tundara shouted back even as she shattered a massive sword of ice against Recluse.

Recluse staggered back a half step, but otherwise like with ever other attack was left unharmed.

“Didn’t I already bury you once?” He chortled turning his full attention onto Tundara.

“Yeah, well, I dig really well, what can I say?” She snarled back while summoning another sword.

The air was filled with the brittle crackle of Tundara’s ice and a thick numbing chill flowed from her that had Boresight’s teeth chattering.

“You can’t defeat me, I am a unstoppable!” the lord of Arachnos laughed.

Tundara and Boresight both gave thin bitter smiles.

“That’s where you’re wrong Recluse. You see, we’ve bought the others enough time to finish off your little devices.”

“What?” Recluse stopped laughing swinging to look at the scattered remnants of the towers, the other heroes all running strait at him. “Bah, it doesn’t matter, I will finish you all here and now!”

The heroes all just gave grim looks to each other and on an invisible signal rushed the lord of Arachnos as one. The ground cracked and the air was shorn. They would make Recluse pay for the loss of their friends.


The End.

Hmm... I was thinking it would be something like that. And I couldn't 'afford' a Dark Jedi piece. He is too good.

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Hiya, I've been wanting for a long while now to get some art work done of Tundara, but I've been held back by a perpetual state of costume tweaking and lack of money. Thanks to some things Sorah said a while back I finally managed to settle on a costume I love and fits the character, though the money situation hasn't changed. So I thought maybe an Art Trade could work.

But I've never done something like this before (traded art that is), and am unsure how it all works exactly, especially given the difference in medium's between writing and drawing. So, what I'm curious about is what length I'd need to make the story so it fair to the artist.

If anyone is interested I can post some of my stories. A slight warning though, I tend to 'run long'. That is to say if I try to write a story of 10 pages it often will turn into 15 or more. Actually, I should post something anyways because I've never posted a story in this section.

Any help or suggestions greatly appreciated.

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http://akiokun.deviantart.com/

Problem solved!

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Yay!!!

/em confetti!

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Yeah, I'm glad this came to such a great and Happy conclusion. And let the lesson be learned; Always have Back Ups of the Back Ups backing up the Back Ups.

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That is a good deal, but alas, I lack the means (and money) to afford that. Otherwise I'd jump at the chance to get some commission work done.

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Hey Gamma,

I don't know you all that well, but your story hit me. I'm against any form of censorship and I hope you're able to recoup your losses.

Since you're taking all this so well, I thought I'd donate a few hours of time to help you get started on the rebuild. I wish I could have spent more time on this piece because it's not perfect, and it's kinda simple... but it'll have to stand as it is for the time being.

With that, here you go;

GAMMA GIRL - Poster (possibly NSFW)

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Wow! That is sweet! Your work always blows me away.

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Nice intro Kilo! I liked the pacing and blend of back story and action. Good stuff.

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Too bad Alex can't ever have one, it's apparently illegal to sell it in California!

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It is? That's odd...

And grats on 2.5k posts BAS

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*waves*

Byyyyyyyyyeeee!!! You'll be missed!

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