Rugg sighed as part of his rib was sheered off, and a strange sort of tingling feeling ramained.
Magic, the little mother-bleeper- uses magic. The tool of the weak.
Rugg recongised the strange after-tingle from his numerous skirmishes with the Circle, low-life weaklings that manupulated forces thay didn't understand to do their work. He knew what would come of them. They would never see it coming.
"Apparently you're not a movie buff. let me OUTLINE it for you."
At the mention of "Outline," Rugg crouched and lept to his current target, coming to rest at the skeleton's feet. he straightened up, the stone mace in his hand, flames licking at the grass.
"A bunch of pirates Steal some cursed gold." He bobbed and danced lithely.
"This curse makes them immortal - unable to die."
He swung the stone weapon at Archlich's skull.
"But it also makes them unable to feel anything. They trun into skeletons in the moonlight."
Archlich ducked his blow, and Rugg swung himself around, letting the mace pull him in a rotation. he continued.
"In one part they fight for a good long time. They can't defeat each other."
He drops the mace, which crumlbles into dust, and raises his fists instead, preparing to hit the magic-user in the face.
Fist was using a very rarely used smile. His revenge was pretty much complete. The whole thing had been set up as an annoyance for Lord Recluse and Statesman. Why kill one ird when you could get them both with one stone? He moved his queen on the board. It was getting very close to the other King and Queen. Strangely enough, at the same moment he did that, Jord had charged Sullivan and NightBlade and was now raging around, destroying pretty much everythning in her path.
((yay! we're all here! But I'll have to leave after this post.))
it was as he was about to punch the skeleton in the face that his chest exploded in a forceful smattering of stone and black-sih fluid.
"-bleep!-"
Rugg turned on his heel and swiped at the air, catching nothing. He did, however, catch a glance at his torso. There was a rather large hole to the left, rihgt where his heart should have been.
he looked at the ground, seeing a few splotched of black, oily fluid. He rolled his eyes to the heavens, and then the flames of his aura turned green, carrying bits and fragments of stone from the ground upward, depositing the pebbles in the hole. It quickly turned into a pit, then a dent, and then only a strange sort of crater on his body.
"Where'd you go, you stinking coward! Come and do your own work, don't hide and use your puppets."
Rugg caught two of the creatures in either hand, deflecting their attack. The rest (Idon't know how many you ahve) hit him full on, sending him backward, down on the ground. The Skeleton leered down at him.
((Thank God. Not that I don't like you (you're a cool RPer), but I've already got my hands full with the shoved-into-overdrive Superhero 101 class. Trying to juggle this as well would be mental suicide. :P))
"Puppets ARE my work, boy." Kairaishi twirled the shotgun around on one hand, waving his hands around as he issued unspoken orders to his puppets. The three quickly gathered around Rugasso's grounded form, opening the bottom of their shoes to reveal rapidly spinning gears and levers--absolutely painful if hit full force with.
So, of course, they would start with attempts to stomp them.
Jord yanked the shrukin from her thigh with an angry hiss and chucked it right back at Nightblade, a throw that would have pierced him straight through if he hadn't deflected it with his sword. She rushed forward and jump kicked him in the face, sending him stumbling backwards. As she dropped, she lifted her hands above her head and slammed them into Sullivan, causing him to curse as he was thrown several feet by the blow.
Jord panted from effort, sweat pored down her and her right arm hung limply, but she was having the time of her life.
Standing over a prone Ruggaso Archlich gave him a swift kick to the face. The tanker cursed and rolled away from Archlich so he could get to his feet. Muttering the phrases to a spell under his breath, Archlich waited until Ruggaso had reclaimed his balance and then pointed both hands, palms outward, toward him. A powerful wave of energy swept forth, battering against the hero's rock body and sending him tumbling to the ground once more. But Ruggaso recovered more quickly this time, rolling along the ground and coming back up with a chunk of rock that he hurled at Archlich.
The undead mage tried to dodge but failed, the rock catching him in the side, knocking him to the ground.
"It seems the tables have been turned." Archlich said as he started to get back up.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
Ares watched the battle contentedly. His last part of the plan was going along perfectly. The final part was not much, but it still worked. A small voice on the intercom that was built into the hologram projector said: "My liege. We have successfully planted bombs on an Arachnos ship. Our agents have done the same with Longbow." Fist smiled. His revenge was complete. He said to Jord, "You may come out whenever you wish, Jord. Stay in as long as you like."
((And so ends Iron Fist's part of this RP. When Jord is done kicking some hero butt, she will come back to the base, simply by taking off her visor. I'm done. Thanks for RPing everybody! It was a blast!))
Sullivan wind-milled his arms as he fought for balance and eventually caught up against a chunk of rubble. Bracing himself against it, Sullivan launched a pair of missiles at Jord, which she dodged as she came rushing at him. Sullivan met her charge head on, slamming his fist into the side of her head as she kicked him in the stomach. Both of them fell back once more, Sullivan panting hard.
"What...the hell...are you..." he breathed as he starightened up.
All of a sudden his comm. link crackled to life, "This is Flight 34 incoming from the Isles. To all remaining Arachnos personnel around the Ziggurat. Meet us at the main entrance. We will arrive in five minutes and take off five minutes after that. That is all."
The line went silent and Sullivan grinned at Jord.
"Let's finish this, shall we?"
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
The blow from Jord caught Lord NightBlade by surprise and sent him reeling back. He quickly recovered and again stood next to Wolf Spider Warrior, ready for the woman's next attack. He overheard Warrior's com informing him of an Arachnos evac flight inbound. Seconds later, Captain Davidson informed him that radar had picked up bogies incoming from the south. He was torn between ordering the fighters to engage the Arachnos flight and letting them escape unharmed. On the one hand, the dropships were violating U.S. soverignty and shooting them down would entirely justfied and would deal a huge blow to Lord Recluse. On the other hand, the Arachnos soldiers were helping combat the traitors that were beseiging the prison and ordering the F-35s to engage the dropships could cause Warrior to turn on him. NightBlade ordered the F-35s to escort the dropships to the Zig and escort them back out to international waters. They were not to be fired upon unless they made any overt threatening moves.
Refocusing on the fight before him, NightBlade went into a sudden flurry with his katana, designed to overwhelm the defenses of his target. The woman responded exactly how he expected and didn't realize the whole attack sequence was a feint until NightBlade lept into the air, over her head, and extended himself down, cutting a deep wound in her left shoulder.
Goodbye, I guess.
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Gideon looked at Wraith and Xiang. Teleport yourself and Xiang out of here, Me and gabriel will clean things up here. Shadow Wraith and Xiang teleported out of there. Gideon saw the woman Jord and wandered how did she appear out of no where when she left in the strange vehicle. Gideon and Gabriel then noticed the other combatants. Gideon got his sword ready incase he was attacked by these new villains that appeared Gideon walked next to Nightblade and wolf spider warrior as he observed his surroundings.
((Geeze, Blarg, you like to get out quite early. -shrug-.
Oh, and I guess I'll give you a bit of a description of Rugg, so you know what you're dealing with.
Ruggaso used to be a normal man, who had a bad habit that severly comprimised his health. He liked to poke around at things that were supernatural, paranormal... And he just happened to poke at a complicated plot for earth's domination by a powerful race from the far reches of the galaxy - and who lived partly in a different dimension.
His body was instantly posessed by one of these creatures, who had by then advanced and developed technology to harness a planet's strongest elements, and use them for a body, as they had a very flimsy molecular existance.
Rugg usually has skin, but in tough battle he burns the only human part away to get rid of the pain. His inside is made out of stone, held together by that black, thick fluid, not unlike molasses.
The only way to defeat him is to break him down into little bits, and drain the fluid away. It will take him a long time to regenerate. When he gets hurt he can heal himself, or command the earth the coat him in rock armour to keep himself together, but as his energy levels drop, the armour will come undone and he will crumble, (Rise of the Phoenix comes with his tanker set, so he might rez himself depengding on the situation.). He cannot actually die.
So, in RP, he has any powerset that has to do with earth, stone or fire, be it blaster, controller or tanker.))
Rugg was on his feet again, decicing to take this battle and turn it. This was not just a skirmish for kicks anymore. This was getting personal.
He stomped on the gorund again, but for a moment nothing happened. Then, with an omnous rumbling, the earth cracked and exploded in a widening ripple of stalagmites ((or stalagtites...)), fencing in his opponants. He roared triumphantly, letting pride rule his judgement for a moment, and he moved to pound the narest being into a pulp. It happened to be one of the Puppets.
((Are the still invisible? Are they still on fire? lol.))
Physic stepped toward the battling trio for a moment, uncertain, but left them alone for the time. She, personally, hated it when someone jumped into her battle when she was doing fine. She only appreciated the gesture if she was in the "red zone", as Hidden called it.
Speaking of the intangiable pink hero, what could he possibly be doing? Without the constant barrage of enemy fire, most of the heroes had been succesfully raised and healed, and the healers were now just observing, patrolling, and healing small wounds. She didn't see much pink in the crowd, and she couldn't fathom what he could be doing while invisible.
In fact he wasn't invisible - he ahd entierly shifted dimensions, was completly intangiable. He left no impressions as he passed, felt no pressure as someone apssed through his shadowed body.
He was watching three villians duke it out. At least, he thought it was three villians - but the datafiles said it was a decomissioned hero. No longer holding hero status, the tanker, Ruggaso, had been downgraded to... well, a supervillian. Hidden shook his head, feeling the cold nibbling at his fingertips. His suit was thickly insulated to keep him warn when he engaged stealth mode, but body heat sometimes wasn't enough.
He stood by, interested to see what would happen.
((My heroes have been reduced to spectators - I cna't put them any further in without powerplaying... or whatever the term would be. Godknowledge. Or something.))
Jord shrieked angrily and kicked Nightblade as he landed, causing him to roll a bit but doing little damage. He was interrupting her fight, and now he'd angered her. She was going to kill him quickly and get on with fighting Sullivan. Rushing forward, Jord backhanded Nightblade as he oriented himself, sending him sprawling back. He quickly regained his footing and started another feint, but Jord simply leapt back and pulled a chunk of cement out of the ground, throwing it at him with all her might. He ducked it, but she'd expected that.
She ran to him and jumped at him, planning to take him to the ground and overwhelm him in too-close combat. He wouldn't be able to get his sword into play, and she specialized in crushing skulls.
Kairaishi's second Ning-yo disappeared in a cloud of dust and gears and the rocks swirled around the fighters, blocking any escape. This annoyed Archlich more than usual. He wasn't much used to being this weak or fighting an opponant he couldn't easily defeat. Both at once were starting to get him pissed off. Since he had recieved the transmission from the incoming dropships along with every other person with a teleport bug, he knew that this had to end and end quickly. Spreading his legs wide for balance, Archlich opened his arms and began chanting.
"Omikant terron nescoa. Terra terron dislos." As he spoke a flickering blue aura wrapped around his body. Archlich normally doesn't like flashy effects but he had learned this spell from a long dead mage that did, so it kept the crowd pleasers.
"Duross zeroc nekas. Dar-oth!" Archlich shouted out the last syllable and the spell took effect.
A wave of blue energy spread out from the undead, passing hormlessly through Kairaishi and his last remaining puppet but disintegrating any animated rock it touched. Ruggaso braced himself as the wave hit him. He wasn't blasted backwards like with the last spell, instead the first layers of rock on his body were blasted away, dissolving into their individual molecules.
Drained, Archlich collapsed to the ground. His eyes dimmed and flickered from the intense power drain.
"Normally..." droned the lich, "Normally...that would have...flayed you down to...your bones...and left a crater ten feet...deep while...I stood and laughed...at your...demise. How how...mighty have fallen..."
Archlich chuckled inwardly as his earlier remark to Iron Fist came back to smack him in the face. He hated being powerless.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
"Move it, hero!" roared Sullivan as he fired a radiation blast between Nightblade and Jord.
This forced Jord to halt her mad rush unless she wanted to be baked, which was what Sullivan wanted. Flipping to minigun mode again, Sullivan began belting out 300 rounds a minute ((Is that fast or slow?)), filling the sky around Jord with lead.
"She's all yours!" Shouted Sullivan to the heroes that had yet to interfere.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
Physic heard the call for action, gladly unleashing the gravity like an eager puppy waiting for a romp.
It sucked steadily at Jord, slowing her movements. On a lesser foe, it would have halted them completly, leaving them helpless as a newborn.
Physic was slightly despirited to see that the warrior-girl could still move. But she quickly went through the motions, concentrating heavily as she pulled a forklift from thin air and tossed it at the villian. Then she increased the gravity again, slowing the movements of the villian even more.
Physic readied herself for the attack, saving enough energy to create the repulsion bubble, and maintain it for some time.
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Rugg panted heavily as part of his essential rock was stripped from his body. An oily layer of black fluid oozed down his legs, pooling at his feet. Again the fire flared, but this time it didn't carry the rock back to his body, for the rock was already gone to the wind. This time it became denser and denser, hotter and hotter, until it almost turned into a solid state.
Solidified fire - must have been a first in this planet's history. Rugg knew that it was an amazing material for an armour, and it was great for building unscalable walls.
The stone creature laughed, even though he had lost an inch of body all around.
"I wouldn't be so cocky, seeing as you are lying on the ground in a pathetic heap." Rugg, however tough he may talk, knew that this was almost over. If he took some more destructive blows, his captured essence would dissentegrate, as he was losing energy. the fire shield would hold out for maybe a minute and a half, before he fell and imitated Archlich's position.
Then he would have to rely on his fists alone, and he would have to be careful not to lose anymore of the binding fluid. Without it, he would have no energy to hold himself together.
He would turn into sand and spirit.
In a last, desperete attempt to end this before they teleported away - or worse, broke him apart, - Rugg turned his sights away from the skeleton who was prone and exhausted on the ground.
He eyed the puppeteer and his remaining minion, assessing things as quickly as he could. He bent over, ripped up a chunk of earth, and hurled it at the Mastermind, following the rock as it flew through the air, and throwing a fistfull of the super-heated fire at the Villian's body.
The mace appeared in his fist again. Rugg would go down screaming for blood.
Lord NightBlade barely managed to avoid the blast from Wolf Spider Warrior, but took the opportunity to distance himself from the crazed woman and her eyes full of bloodlust. Warrior proclaimed that she was now the responsibility of the heroes in the area and promptly ran off toward an apporaching dropship. "Damn Arachnos cowards," NightBlade said to himself. "If he doesn't want answers that's fine by me."
Other heroes jumped into the fray, one of them bogged down the frenzied woman with increased gravity and pummeled her with a forklift. For a moment, it looked to NightBlade as if the woman was trapped. He could see her muscles straining to break free of the gravity field. He stepped close to see if he could interrogate her a bit before she was locked in a maximum security jail cell and under the jurisdiction of the Paragon Police. What he got was a backhand slap that sent him flying into a concrete wall when the strange woman finally managed to break free of the gravity. The blow had enough force behind it to dent the concrete. NightBlade was barely alive and in no condition to fight. He simply fell to the ground and was covered by a small pile of debris from the wall he'd just hit. The last thing he saw was the Arachnos dropships departing. The last thing he heard was Captain Davidson informing him that he would escort the Arachnos aircraft all the way back to Rouge Isles airspace. Then he fell into blissful unconsiousness.
((OOC: Well that's it for Lord NightBlade's debut adventure. I for one enjoyed it and hope I'll have an opportunity to bring him back in another thread. Ta ta for now 
))
Goodbye, I guess.
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The bloodlust began to depart as she saw her true opponent escape in the drop ship as a hero held her from giving chase with gravity. More heroes assaulted, but none were near as skilled and she slapped them away with ease. Ah well, her fun was over, no reason to stay any longer, Iron Fist said they were finished.
She looked straight at Psychic with a maniacal grin. "It's been a pleasure crushing you, we'll meet again. Don't forget Jord, or Iron Fist. This isn't over."
With that, Jord pulled off her visor and her hologram immediatly dissapated, leaving all the heroes to stand in wonderment. She spent several hours speaking to Iron Fist that night, and then several more not talking. She knew they would rule, they just needed to find those worthy to be ascended. She'd make sure they found the right people.
(OOC: It's been a pleasure, I'll cya all around!)
Archlich waved off Kairaishi's assistance and slumped down on one of the dropship's benches. The two of them were lucky that a forklift had flown out of nowhere and hit Ruggaso on the head, distracting him long enough for the two villains to escape.
"You have earned my thanks, Kairaishi. If you ever have need of me or my services talk with Kara the Scorpion, she'll know who to call." He said to the mastermind.
As for me, I believe I have made two very powerful enemies this night.
Archlich mentally pictured Iron Fist and Ruggaso and added them to the list of various heroes and villains over the ages that had seeked his downfall. None of them had ever succeeded but that never stopped them from trying.
"I shall yet out live them all..." He whispered.
The Arachnos dropships, laden with Sullivan's surviving men and the villains that had assisted them and guarded by a squadron of US aircraft, flew back to the Rogue Isles.
OOC: And that's that I guess. I'll make another finishing post for Wolf Spider Warrior and Archlich later. Hope its ok that I had Physic do that to Ruggaso but I needed Archlich and Kairaishi to get to the ships.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
Kairaishi nodded slowly, though his mask covered his wide grin. His puppet had not followed the teleportation, but even if he hadn't teleported, it would just have merely stood in the way of the rock and tanker, taking both of the hits. Kairaishi leaned back in the chair, legs crossed, hands wrapped behind his head. "Hey, no problem. All in a villain's day, eh?" In reality, he felt that he had the need to thank Archlich as well--but, hey, Archlich was offering his services for the future, so why ruin that? He might be able to take advantage of it if he ever was in a tight spot someday.
He simply stood up, walking over to the window of the dropship, peering down at the ground. He gave a smile of amusement as the puppet that did remain (in absolute shambles), was running blindly just underneath the ship, in circles. Since it was unable to fly, it was doing everything it could to remain with it's master. Unfortunately for it, it was going about the entire wrong way.
He mused on it's state quietly, thinking to himself. It's almost amusing when they're in the held-together-by-chewing-gum-and-a-prayer state. Of course, it means they'll pretty much fall apart within the next hit, but hey. I can always fortify it with extra prayer. He grinned. He nodded down at the puppet, and it stood still--then it followed the first one before it, shattering into a miniature pile of gears, levers, metal, painted porcelain, and cloth. It joined the rest of the ruined prison, and would stay there for all eternity.
Ruined.
But they had won. It was time to get villainous.
((You guys really do everything in your power to avoid a long-term roleplay, don't you? -le sigh-
Unfortunatly, that's all I'm used to. Welcome to the COH forums, Bagle.))
Ruggaso had been about to put the hurt on Kairaishi, when a forklift rudely prevented him from getting any further.
As with anyone hit by a forklift - shielded by solid fire or not - he was thrown backward and slammed into the hard ground.
His head connected to the earth with a dull thunk, and he immediatly left the world of the consoncious. The flames dimmed and then expired as he closed his eyes to the pain and the world.
Hidden lept the distance between him and the decomisioned hero, and immediatly applied radiation to the crumbling stone. Rugg asended into the air as his body pieced itself together, then glazed over with a fresh, pink skin. He stepped lightly to the grass, mumbling under his breath as he saw the two villians had fled.
The teleporter was in a melted, fragmented pile on the ground. He had landed on it when he fell. He cursed. Hidden's mouth twitched wryly, as he saw the object of Hidden's bad mood.
"They always gat away, mate. That's how it goes in this world."
Rugg snarled and stalked away.
Hidden shrugged and slipped into the crowd of heroes, who were looking dejected.
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Physic didn't react in time to do anything to help the other hero. She instead made a movement to attack Jord, but the woman was gone with a breath.
Physic stood straight and relaxed her shoulders. The carnage and bodies lay around the field like rubbage. The wind blew her violet hair gently. She whispered,
"Iron Fist. You and I will meet in battle some day."
((If this were a movie, the camera would track out and up to show the field with all the heroes staring at the dissapearing ships. Physic would be alone in the middle, and then everything would fade to black to dramatic music.
So I guess that's my part done. I'm sure I'll see yous around again. Maybe I'll finally get to unwind my little plot... If you don't cut everything short. :P Kidding. it was fun.))
OOC: What can I say? Blah. That's what I can say. Anyway, short but sweet, meh?
BIC: Captain Roger Sullivan of Arachnos' Wolf Spiders stood at attention in the dimly lit sanctum of Lord Recluse himself. Sullivan had always known that there would be...difficulties, about his decision to retire but he had never imagined that he would be ordered to report directly to Lord Recluse. Despite himself, Sullivan felt sweat drip down his forehead and slowly run down his face. He might feel every agonizing centimeter of its descent but at least he was keeping his face straight.
"You are truly one of my best men." Came a deep voice from just behind Sullivan. "A lesser man would be grovelling on the floor right now, begging for my mercy."
Keeping his eyes focused on a point some where to his front, Sullivan replied, "A lesser man may be grovelling, my lord, but only a stupid one would be unafraid at all."
"And you are certainly not stupid, are you Captain Sullivan?" Said the same voice, this time from in front of him.
"I would like to think so, Lord Recluse."
A slight grinding noise came from in front of Sullivan, such as the movement of a chair across the floor might make. The flipping of paper soon followed as Lord Recluse presumably sat down and looked through his records.
"Ghost Widow tells me that you are tendering your resignation. Normally I could care less. Any one desiring to resign would be allowed to and then carefully exterminated by one of my assassins."
Sullivan stiffened even further and looked in Recluse's direction with alarm. A dark chuckle came from where his eyes rested.
"Don't fear, Captain Sullivan. You are far too valuable an asset to have killed. Why, Black Scorpion's scientists are still yammering about how useful you were gathering data with the Shivan arm."
Sullivan glanced at the older mechanical arm that had replaced the sleek perfection of the arm that he had used during the second Zig break out and then looked back at the indistinct form of Recluse.
"Things get more amusing. When the enlisted ranks caught word of your decision I received several letters from various Wolf Spider battalions stating their intent to do something drastic if your request was denied. I had some background work done and it seems that most of those units have leaders that once worked under you."
Sullivan cleared his throat and addressed Lord Recluse, "I can assure you, my lord, that they are in no way operating under my instructions. I would never try to pressure you-"
"Yes, yes." Interupted Recluse, "I know you would never do such a thing. Suffice to say you have made quite an impact on almost every facet of my organization. The assassins I mentioned before would have already killed any one else that had such favor from so many people."
"Then why, lord, have you spared me?"
"Simply put," Recluse said as he leaned forward, Sullivan's eyes had adjusted enough to the light so that he could see the smaller shadows of Recluse's spider legs above and around the archvillain. "Simply put, I am doing you a favor. This isn't something that I do frequently or without much import so don't take it lightly."
Sullivan couldn't believe his luck, he was actually going to walk out alive and free.
"I'm-I'm honored, my lord." Stammered Sullivan.
"I'm sure you are. But before you leave, remember this," A pair of spider legs moved into the light and rested themselves on Sullivan's shoulders. "I will eventually have need of you. A day will come when I will be ready to carry the fight to Statesman and Paragon City and when that day comes I expect you, along with many others, to answer the call. This will be all I ask in return for my gracious favor."
The legs withdrew and Sullivan bowed deeply.
"When you call, my lord, I shall answer and fight against the City of Heroes with all my might."
"Good. You may leave now, Wolf Spider Warrior. When next we meet, may it be over the burnt ruins of Paragon City."
Sullivan bowed once more and backed away a few steps before turning and fidning the door by the dim outline of light it made. It slid open as he stopped in front of it and then Sullivan was out; out of Recluse's den and out of Arachnos. Walking out of Arachnos' HQ, Sullivan sucked in a deep breath of the suddenly sweeter tasting air and put on the Wolf Spider helmet that they let him keep.
"Now then, too get a few jobs to pay for some upgrades for this piece of junk on my shoulder." Sullivan muttered as he snagged a paper from a stand.
The beginning of a bright new day in the City of Villains.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
"I remember that movie. It was pretty good." He heard Kairaishi's voice behind him, just before he felt cold metal press against his back, and the trigger was squeezed for a wonderous KRAKOOM!
"God, I love quintuple-teaming heroes." Kairaishi leapt back--it was all-too-possible that his shotgun-blast had missed, but he didn't really care--it wasn't his only method of attack. His ningyo, though on fire (and thus had lost any real advantage of invisibility), each leapt towards the tanker in a simulation of a kung-fu diving kick, their metal feet whistling as they dove straight for their target, at the direct opposite side of Archlich's energy beam.
Kairaishi then leapt back, shucking the gun and ejecting the empty shell, looking over at Archlich to see what he would be doing after the energy blast. He was a Mastermind in every sense of the word, despite his eccentric nature, and he enjoyed having his minions use attacks that complimented his comrade's. He could trap people that way.