One of the Hellions stared incredulously at the t-shirt clad man before drawing a switchblade and dashing towards him. He didn't quite make it close enough to use it, though; after his first few steps, the pale "hero" snapped his fingers and the thug fell to his knees, clutching his eyes and screaming in agony.
"That never gets old," the black-clad alleged illusionist said with a chuckle. "Now about that going away..." He languidly flicked his index finger in the direction of the Hellion and a blast of emerald force launched him into the air; he slammed into the nearby water with a loud splash.
"So, who's next?" he sarcastically queried, not noticing the gang member, armed with a baseball bat, sneaking up behind him.
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Prometheus park, a on the stone platform where a hero stands over the city Neko purrs lieing on her back. Her Blue Steel esk uniform folded neatly beside her as she sun bathes nude, The combination of her thick tiger fur and the always on all concealing Dark Embraceing field of negative energy protecting her from any indecency laws. Purring the cat girl listens to the quiet water her eyes closed in relaxation.*
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Bloody furries! 
The man in combat armor fired a slug at the thug that whacked him with the sledge-hammer. The heavy lead round hit him square in the chest and sent him flying to land flat on his back, unconscious. The armored man then straightened his back and winced. "Uhhn, that's going to hurt in the morning," he said under his breath.
Then he turned to the feline-like woman who'd given him pointers on firing his M30 Grenade launcher. "Thanks for the tip, uh, 'kitty'?" he said. "But don't forget," he added, shaking his finger at her. "You've got to consider wind direction and velocity too."
Snickering, he looked around for a new target and saw a Hellion with a baseball bat sneaking up on a pale old man. "Oh, no you don't!" he said as he pulled a small round object from his tactical belt and tossed it at the thug. POOF! On impact the ball burst into a mass of sticky webbing, immobilizing the shocked gang member before he could reach the old man. "Benched!"
The old man turned around and instantly realized what had just happened. The armored soldier gave the old man a smile and a nod, saying "You're welcome," and pointed to the web-covered thug and added, "Batter up, pale one. Don't go easy on him."
"Sorry... about... the... PULP!" Sly strained to say as he was wrestling with the two Hellions. "That's it... enough... fighting 'fare!'" With a blast of air the two thugs fly from his body, barrelling into the two appraoching cadavers and knocking one's arm off.
"Oooo... does someone require new stiching? Looks like these guys don't even have the right to bare arms!" Laughing like a crazed game show host, the masked Fox does not seem to see the Damned snarl in his direction and raise his fists, but before the blast of fire can be unleashed, Sly suddenly disappears!
"Arrruuggg--huh? Where'd that slimey trickster go?" The Damned growls, perplexed, as the Heroes around seemed to be making short work of his minions.
"ahem..." A throat clears behind the Boss, spinning him around. "I think perhaps you hurt yourself..." With a sharp downcut of his arm Sly brings the Damned to his knees, screaming in agony at the damage he is convinced he has...
"Oh come on, I didn't even touch you!" he winks to Neko, who has just recovered from the blast she received and was racing to attack the Demented Leader... "Would you be so kind as to procede with your furry flurry?"
Just then a bolt pierces Sly's shoulder and sends him to his knees... "My word," he says through clenched teeth. "I hate the undead... no... sense of humor..." He turns his head to see a mortification dropping it's bow and pulling out a cleaver, charging right towards him....
Having been in communication with her masters, Deth missed the whole battle with the petty gang bangers. Wakening to the thwack of arrow to flesh, she turns, yells 'By the will of my masters' and intercepts the near dead creature and begins to teach him multiple reasons not to shoot people in the back, each point accentuated with lightning fast punches, darkness encompassing her fists.
As that one falls, she sees a host of Abominations loping toward the group, she yells ' Be wary, the dead have risen again.' Seeing the controlling Eidelon in the back, she leaps over the crowd and begins to engage one of her arch enenmies in hand to hand, hoping to distract her and weaken the undead for the other to deal with.
She yells ' Hey, Lobe - san, I would appreciate a bit of back up. Thank you' She proceeds to land a severe smiting upon the Eidolon and actually grins as she is struck as hard back.
'Ah, this may be a fun fight, sister.'
"I've never prayed to be... saved by... 'Deth.'" Sly grimaces as he yanks the bolt from his shoulder, "Looks like you never know what will happen when you wake... up in the morning." Holding his shoulder, he leans forward and a flash of light blasts the Eidolon who clutches his head in agony, unable to see a thing. "Looks like me and the Pale wizard share certain... enjoyments..." Sly nods to the man, and then disappears before an abomination can lay a decaying hand on him.
Meanwhile, the old man who was originally attacked sits in the mist of the fray, unable to move and run because of the paralyzed fear. Another abomination reaches him, just as the blinded Eidolon cries out "Do not looooshhe the idol!" The sickening creature reaches up to pound the shivering man, but as the strike is about to connect, the red controller appears in front of the gentleman, and pushes the abomination away with a gale of air, knocking down three other minions lurching towards the pair in it's wake.
"The fighting seems to be in the control of my colleagues at the moment, sir," Sly says as he kneels to the senior. "Now please enlighten me as to why so much stinking scum want to be your best friend? Are they moochers?"
The man, watching the confusion around him, seems unable to comprehend Sly's almost carefree demeanor. But he appears to makes a decision. "Here," he says, reaching from under his jacket and thrusting a golden object into Sly's arms. "you must take this to my daughter, she's in Steel Canyon, Rebecca Morningstar, you can find her--"
But the gentleman is cut short by a cadaver's blast of bile in the face! Sly wheels and hovers up, blinding the cadaver, and then teleports the prone figure he had been talking to into his arms.
"Just great," he gasps, "The old fool is heavier than a Dancing Disney Hippopotamus!"
With this last quip Sly crashes to the ground, the man on top of him, hoping the rest of the band are finishing the job...
Lobe hears his name and turns to find the source. Because Lobe is approximately 10 feet in circumferance at the chest his rotation acts upon the remaining hellion clinging to his back as it would to a pin on the outside edge of a spinning LP.
Oblivious to the thug sailing away from his body, and incidentally, into the undead who had just recently suffered a permanent disarming, Lobe brightens at the prospect of a fellow hero requiring his aid. "I'm coming nice lady!" and, polite as ever, "Excuse me sir. Maam. Sorry about the foot miss. Oops, was that yours? Here you go." Lobe finishes handing a disconnected forearm to the undead at the back of the group as he finally reaches Deth and the Eidolon in mortal contest.
The abominations behind, ignoring the various wounds and indignities put upon them by Lobe's passage, about-face and lumber back towards the unsuspecting Lobe.
::Shouting over to the armored avenger Neko charged toward the Mort, the lesser thungs would be down soon enough but the lutenenets would need imediate attention.::
"Neko Law or Lady Xena will do, oh and don't forget any warp in the gun can effect it, but i was taking bassed on how to correct that last shot!"
With a flury of her furry and dark fists Neko layed in blow after blow to the mort, the cleaver seeming to be swallowed bythe opressive dark aura. Deep inside she felt a feral side of her riseing, and she began to growl. The crouds were thinning out at least. But then something unexpected happened the Damned Launced a blast of fire at...the Edilon!
Damned: That Idol is Hellion Property you ain't getting it you bondage freak!
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Out of the corner of her eyes, she sees the fire coming at her and the Eidolon, she thumps the black hearted one on her nose, and teleports to her left, dodging the fire. She takes out a Hellion, and switches back to finish of the Eidolon, unfortunately, she missed seeing the two morts coming up behind her, blades drawn.
Lobe reaches down and asks ' How may I help you nice, Lady?'
She looks at him, almost stunned. She blinks and says ' Please protect my back, Lobe - san'
Suddenly, 3 monsterous cadavers emerge from the ground! But, as soon as they appear, they fly backwards, spewing whatever fluid they had left in their corpse. The sounds of three gunshots still rang in air. The gunshots were fired by a man with shaggy, brown hair and a goatee: wearing a pair of black baggy pants, blue shirt, and a black overshirt with a pair of gleaming, blue glasses. He stepped forward, placed his gun on shoulder, and spoke. "You guys should really watch ur backs, its not safe to be brandishing superpowers and weapons if ur only gonna-WHOA!!" He ducked to dodge a wild bullet fired recklessly. "Well, anyways if I'm gonna fight along side u guys u'd better know who I am. The name's Kyle Helsing, and I'm quite new to this dimension," he divulged. "SHUT UP AND FIGHT!!!" screamed one of the heroes. "Ok, here I go!" He leaped high into the air and dissapeared into the bright sun. Then, a hail-fire of bullets
rained down from the sky! Amazingly(hope I spelled that right), every bullet found its mark. He landed, and grumbled as he saw that only the humans fell, "Crap, I forgot. These aren't the Cursed..............."
"Ah, it's good to finally meet another 'natural' human," said the man in the combat armor to the gun-toting newcomer, Kyle Helsing. "You are 'natural', right?" he added with a questioning look to Mr. Helsing. "I hope so, because I was beginning to feel superior around all these super-beings and I really don't need that going to my head," he said, chuckling.
"By the way," said the armored man, "the name is Decker." He paused to fire a slug into a Cadaver's skull, splattering a nearby wall with rotten grey matter. "Captain Decker of the U.N.'s Task Force Overwatch," he continued, casually saluting the group of crimefighters.
"Oh, and Neko," said Decker, peering over at the feline-person busily pummeling a thug. "Who said I missed?" With that he winked at Neko and got back to business....
FM looked down on the rest of the city, dully looking about for something to do. Well, more like a few punks to mug. Hey, it technically wasn't theft if they were criminals, right?
His eyes were drawn to the current conflict, and while it didn't look like they would need his help--heck, who did in this town?--he certainly needed a nice diversion from his so-far boring day.
With a grin, he shut down his powers of flight, and the camopants-wearing young adult in the protective jacket plummeted earthward in a steep dive, hand outstretched and eyes narrowing as he concentrated. Seconds before hitting the ground, lift returned, stopping him just seconds from meeting a messy end on the pavement. Just as he stopped, he let loose with his mind, freezing one of the Mortificators approaching Neko, then quickly turned in midair.
"Up and down!" he shouted, and one of the thugs found himself being hoisted forcefully into the air, tossed high before gravity finally kicked back in and slammed him to the ground.
FM laughed, looking towards a small cluster of the Vahzilok.
"That never gets old," he remarked, fist glowing green as he proceeded to launch the infection at the bulk of them.
In the oppressive gloom Neko lchuckled at Decker her negative energy field now turning its life hamrming force on the mort she has began her assult on. The lutentents/bosses had only a few trops left to command and the Damned seemed to contine his assult onthe zombies to great help of the heroes.
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Lobe sees the two butcher knife wielding zombie makers approaching Deth's blind side. "Hey you! Leave the lady alone," he shouts and slaps his massive hands together. A visible wave of sound and wind travels towards the alerted morts and they attempt to avoid it's impact. One succeeds and grins evilly at Lobe, ignoring his companion who is deafened and hurled back 3m by the thunderclap.
Still grinning with deranged intent at Lobe the remaining mort closes the distance on Deth.
"Look out Miss Lady!" Lobe warns, unable to think of anything to do before the mort reaches her.
As the mortificator raises his cleaver, Deth suddenly transports behind the Mort. Before the confused undead butcher is able to figure out what happened, she manages to land a blow that knocks off the head, and the body slumps to the ground.
Not phased (and obviously in control judging by her quick actions) by the sudden teleport since she posses the power herself, Deth glances around, and sees a white gloved arm reaching out from under the fallen old man.
"Looks like it was my chance to return the previous favor," a muffled voice shouts.
With some care, Sly moves out form under the gentleman, winks at Deth from across the field, and checks the old man's pulse.
"He's dead!" The controller shouts to his fellow heroes. "Perhaps this trinket is important!" Stuffing the small golden statue into a hidden pocket of his suit, he turns to see Deth already back in the action. Scanning the crowd, the Eidolon is burning to a cinder, the few remaining zombies are scattering to the four winds, and the Damned looks to be the only real threat left... and unfortunately is staring right at Fox!
"Easy now, hell fiend... that's a good damned... oh S***... this is why I always say attack the boss FIRST!"
"Darkwing Duck freak!" the Flaming thug shouts as he unleashes an eruption of fire at the hapless hero, but Sly manages to jump and hover to avoid the blast. With a quick flash of light the Damned is blinded, and Sly drops down to begin pummeling him with his unhurt arm and giving him as much spectral damage as his waning endurance will allow.
"Must I teach you... a second time... that if you play with fire... you are going to get BURNED!!??" with a last groan the Damned topples forward, and Sly almost kneels immediately, attempting to rest in the mopping up battle that the troupe are dishing out to the remaining foes...
'Thanks Lobe-san. Sly-Fox-san, if you would flirt with me less, perhaps the battle would already be over and you could purchase me a cold beverage. Until then, I have other matters to attend to.'
She looks back to the Eidolon, 'Sister, it is time your evil ways were ceased permanently. Go back to you master and explain to him that his brothers' Deth Aszicen will see him soon.' At this, she sends a conduit of darkness to the Eidolon, who attempts to resist but fails, and drains the last bit of life energy from her. 'Thanks for the boost, sister'
Deth turns to the Damned and sends a picture of the future and the End times, when her masters will return to rule the dark, into the brain of the punk. Visibly shaken, he swallows the last bit of his fire and sways. She runs up and plants a fist through his chest, squeezing his beating heart like a grape.
She steps back to catch her breath and surveys the remaining mayhem.
In moments the various thungs and corpses were dispatched laving the ragged team to rest and regenerate their endurance. The Dark clouse that is Neko drooped, one wound prsume onto her knees, and was panting audibly
"Could have been worse, no Clockworks, Lost, CoT, Outcasts, Freakshow, Rikti, or Skulls showed up as well." she tried the jok but was to exausted. "Did i miss any groups?"
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Deth whips out a 'Newbies guide to Paragon City's Worst Denizens' and begins to read aloud: 5th Column, Banished, Crey, Devouring Earth, Family, Trolls, Hydra.......joking.' Looking into the dark of Neko, she hope the little smile of jest can be seen on her face and hopes that her new friend understand.
'My masters always told me to lighten up. Always said that I was too serious. They said that I was like a dam holding back a river, if I did not laugh, I would eventually burst and then others would consider me insane. It is rather tough as I find humour from myself to be rather Dark. I guess it is my nature.
Now Sly-San, I believe you owe me a drink. I prefer a bit of Lime in a Coconut? Make sure it has a little umbrella in it. Will you be able to oblige or shall I look to my protector Lobe, here?'
She hops into the air and lays back in a relaxed posture, as if sunning herself on a lounge chair, however, she is floating 3 feet in the air. She ***** her hat back, as if to take a nap.
She begins to mumble ' No, master, his lt was not tough. Yes, working in a team is a bit enjoyable. No, I was not flirting with him...sheesh why do you have to be like a pesky brother to me master. Ok ok...I did not mean to insult you.' Dropping a bit quieter in a little girl voice ' You will forgive me won't you? I did not mean it' Soon you hear a light snoring as she floats.
Looking up and over to Deth neko grumbles
"Jet Boots, i definitly need jet boots"
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-Positron 06/07/06 07:27 PM
Lobe grins gleefully at the group and the slowly dissipating bad guys littering the ground, "Gee! That sure was fun!" Smacking his lips together he mumbles, "I sure am thirsty."
With a good-sized yawn, FM set himself on the ground, quickly heading towards the dispatched gangsters, madmen, and the like. Whistling casually, he began to go through their pockets as surreptitiously as possible, pulling out whatever valuables they seemed to have on them.
"Heh. Another month covered."
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"Hey, Decker!" Helsing called,"Sorry to dissapoint u but I am not human, but clossly related. I won't go into details. Lobe, I got some pulp-free OJ!" He put the cartoon of juice on a picnic table. Then, with a flash of blue-hued fire, he leaped far out into the horizon.
"Good, at least I won't have to use up my already spent endurance for some more OJ..." Sly murmurs, massaging his wounded shoulder. He raises his hand... but then stops...
"You know, I can never be sure when the request is as specific to include 'a little umbrella...' I shall return in a moment. Lobe, my boy, keep an eye out for snoring beauty over there." He ***** a thumb at the floating Deth. Sly grins at Neko, then glances at FM and his search.
"You know, it's a good thing I still have a sizeable chunk of funds on me left over from my last case, otherwise, I might fight you for that. Oh yeah, and I don't usually play fair!"
With a chuckle Sly dashes off into the nearest bar... he seems to be gone only a few seconds when he comes tearing back balancing two drinks in his hand, with a burly bartender trying in vain to catch him. He stops, shouts "I told you, put it on my tab! The name is Yankee Daring!!" The bartender stops, shakes his fist at the departing hero, and slumps back into the door of his establishment.
"Sorry for the delay, everyone, but some people don't understand the concept of 'credit' in this city."
Sly hands Neko Law a tan drink in a frosty class. "Mudslide for the lady, heavy on the milk, not to fear..." He then turns to the reclining Aszicen and offers her a coconut with a small black umbrella in it. He clears his throat, "Sorry to disturb you, Miss Deth, but I have your 'order.' You wouldn't believe the looks I got when I asked for it either. Oh, and to let you know, I believe fighting and flirting go hand in hand." He winks, then pulls out the golden figurine he had pocketed away during the scuffle.
"So, any ideas what all the fuss is over this little beauty? Huh... it doesn't even seem all that priceless. Why, I know a few pawn brokers who wouldn't put down Fifty for this hunk..." He glances at the fallen gentleman who left him with the item. "A shame we lost the fellow, perhaps his daughter would know a bit more. Let's call the authorities over to deal with the body, and then I think I'm going to head over Steel Canyon and look up this daughter, Rebecca Morningstar I believe he said. Anyone care to join me...?"
Lobe, orange juice dripping from his face and chest, stared aghast at the remains of the destroyed carton in his hand. "Who broke my orange juice?" he asked, a perterbed look settling on his face.
Just then, having had apparently no affect punching him everywhere else, one of the hellions draped on his back (thus protected from the grenade blast) dropped to the ground. Taking the opportunity to wind up while Lobe stood transfixed by the shredded carton, the hellion sucker punched him in the groin.
"Ouch! Hey! That wasn't very nice mister." Lobe looked between his legs to see an astonished hellion, who seemed to be just grasping his predicament as he is grabbed by the front of his jacket. "Crap," the hellion manages as he is hurled around in a circle and launch at his accomplice who just back-attacked the camo-armoured combatant.