Within the span of a millisecond, the elude protocol identifies the firearm, the round, its trajectory, and velocity, and Mechanism moves his head just a fraction of an inch, the bullet flying past him and implanting its self next to the shotgun rounds. *Time to system crash: 168 seconds*.
"You", the hero says, pointing a clawed glove at Carlos. "You're next." The pistons in Mechanism's feet go off again, but instead of going straight for the raider, they catapult him towards the ceiling, where he twists in an incredible showing of midair acrobatics to put his feet on the ceiling and fire the pistons again, coming in inverted down right on top of the raider, and slashing his claws in a wide arc.
"Hell." Carlos mused.
"Not again. Mediport!"
Mechanism smashed into him, "Killing" him instantly, though his limp body teleported away. The generator, out of range of its transmitter, flew into the guards and committed suicide spectacularly.
The porters with the assault rifles turned. Mechanism was clearly the biggest threat. One of them had Cryogenic rounds, the other, Armor Piercing. They opened fire on full-auto.
*time to system crash: 149 seconds*
Mechanism hits the ground hard, handplanting and pushing off with both arms to land back on his feet and look at the porters just in time to see them open fire. The combination of the elude protocol and Mechanism's natural reflexes, along with his anger over being stabbed in the chest are proving to make him very elusive. The system takes in every bullet fired at every instance, dodging left, right, up, jumping, somersaulting, leaning in every direction imaginable to avoid the hail of bullets. By the time the porters had emptied their clips, there was a large dusty cloud hovering over the floor from all the ceramic the rounds had kicked around.
*time to system crash: 137 seconds*
Tearing through the cloud of flooring dust, Mechanism rushes at the porter closest to him feigning a slash to the head and following-up with a true cut aimed at his gut.
The porter crumpled forward, but through a miracle, teleported away.
The other porter, loading up a clip of incendiary shot, realized that this was his chance. He smacked the clip into the gun and began to unload bullets that exploded like small bombs, spraying the inch-wide explosion area with cinders and molten slag.
The remaining Raiders began to see that this was a lost fight. The shotgunning porters disappeared in a flash. As soon as the last remaining porter emptied his clip, he teleported away, just dodging a vicious swipe. The last two wing Raiders, going airborne as the Rikti stood back up, flew vertically away. They fired after them, but the plasma didn't quite make it to the attackers.
Weston's mediport kicked in; It was only the jump bot now.
It began to whip around the guards, slashing with twin machetes like something out of a B movie. Dropping the blood-stained weapons, it flew to the ceiling and reloaded, opening fire onto the lobby below it, peppering the entire room with Armor Piercing MP5 bullets.
((Misread your post about the porter, disregard this.))
Goro let his rage settle down for a bit. Kicking the bloody corpse that was 74nk, he looked around. None of the other fuighting was going on around him. Slowly he returned to his normal state and leaned up against a wall. Checking his wounds. A cut there a bruish there. Goro was basicly fine, except for the blood or oil that was splatered all over him, his hammer and his fists. Goro attempted to wipe his hands off to no avail. "Well, i must really get a shower soon. This bloody oil is quite how should i put this ahh... yes disgusting." Goro said to himself. He had been alone this entire fight and seems that is how its going to be.
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((Heh, the jump bot is all that's left, and he's currently on the ceiling, spraying his last clips.))
((Sorry, didn't read all I guess..., then ignore previous post.))
The pair of Rikti shoved the other guards out of the way as they trained their weapons on the Jump Bot. The AP rounds that would have penetrated even the super advanced Crey armor merely inconvienced the alien metal. The Rikti shielded their companions and followed the Jump Bot's movements until it paused, about to jump again. At that moment, both Rikti fired. The combined plasma charges blew a hole the size of a basketball through the machine's torso. The Jump Bot crumpled to the ground and then the room went silent.
One of the Rikti walked over to the Jump Bot and shot it in the head.
"Foolish enemies: Destroyed," it stated. "Payment: We will expect: At a later date."
The guard commander looked at the bloody remains of the one guard whose medi-porter hadn't activated in time and shook his head.
"God damn. The crowd would've poured money out the wazoo to see this fight."
OOC: Eh, if you wanted the Jump Bot to have itself a medi-port just say so and I can change this.
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.
With an earth shaking smack, Charcold was forced ten foot under the ground. Coldfire stood over him, both smoldering from the head of the crash. Coldfire raised his sword and brought it down on Charcold, but as the blade pierced his chest he dissapeared. Someone had paid so that he would be mediported...but who?
Coldfire's body went back to normal and he crawled out of the hole. As he looked around, he could see that the russian had taken care of his opponents. "Hey, rockman, rusky! Lets help out the big man and the woman!" He said, looking over at the mage, the final enemy in the arena.
((Nah, it's only a bot.))
Johnny The Knife sat in his "Delivery" truck outside of the Coliseum.
"So 'dis where all da cool kids play, eh?" He inquired, shouldering his heavily modified Tommygun.
His right hand man, Erik the Fist, an underboss, acknowledged him.
"Yep." He grunted, holding his AK-47 tightly in his musclebound hands.
"Aiite, let's get outta da truck."
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The Coliseum guard, still flustered from the Skyraider assault, saw a nondescript bobbytruck pull away from the curb. Towards him came a tall man, ((The Knife,)) A huge enforcer, ((The Fist)), Three men in suits with Tommyguns ((Capo Gunners,)) And one man shouldering a 12-gauge. ((Marcone Buckshot.)) He thought he had seen another figure leave the truck, but he shrugged. Must've been his imagination.
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Johnny walked up to the guard. "So 'dis it, huh? Where we start?"
(OOC- Hey did you guys like the way i finished off 74nk or not)
Goro followed Coldfires eyes to the mage. "Well, this will not be that much of a challenge" He said all sofisticated. Getting off the wall he got readied for the last opponent. This wasn't going to be hard at all. Goro doubted if he would even need his rage to finish this. "Well, shall i have the honors or should you"
With a sigh of relief and a brief respite, Mechanism's armor flashes green for a second and some of his wounds are healed by the amazing nanomachines that make up the mesh. He flashes a dirty look at the Family, but decides it will be better to wreck them inside the Coliseum. With another flick of the wrists, his claws are retracted, and he asks "So, where do I sign up?"
((Oh, a pic:Mechanism))
"I'll head in first." Cold said to Goro. Cold summoned his ice sword and headed out for his last assault, he was going to unleash everything he had. Ice sword, frozen fists, fire blast, fire ball, fire breath, Rain of Fire, and finally his inferno, but he'd wait for his allies to get out of the way before using that.
Goro Swung his hammer around and started out for Mage. Catching his hammer in both his hands now, he slid them all the way to the end and carried it behind him. "Well, go on now, let us start this engament." He said to coldfire as he followed close behind him.
Coldfire burst full speed at the mage, sword drawn. He held his sword out and readied his blade for a horizontal slice.
Jord growled and charged forward, imagining how good it would feel to tear this puny mage in half. She saw the man swing his staff and leapt into the air. The goddess felt something brush her feet, but she'd avoided the attack and kept soaring, her amazingly strong leg muscles propelling her forward.
With a feral snarl, Jord lifted her hands above her head and came down at the mage with a haymaker.
Goro stopped short of the mage as it was attacked by the two. As Jord flew into the air Goro circled around to face the mage on the other side and came with avertical swinfg down.
"Fools!" shouted Andraxus as all three fighters converged on him. Twisting a portion of his staff slightly, Andraxus blinked away. He reappeared two dozen feet away and watched with amusement at what would happen.
OOC: So, Freaks down, Arachnos still tangled with Commie (who hasn't posted yet), and Andraxus is all thats left.
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.
Goro's Hammer came straight at coldfires head. "[censored]" Goro said as Coldfires blade came at him. Deciding that he had to much wieght in his swing he did the only thing he could do, Lower his should so his armor caught the hit. But, what would coldfire do with goro's hammer, we shall see, we shall see.
Cold bend the wind in front of him and blew back the others as well as himself, keeping them all from being hurt, but now, the mage was away from his allies. "Inferno time." Cold said flying at the mage.
OOC: Sorry bout the delay, I was visiting colleges, i'll make it up now.
BIC:
The bullets were flying at Atomic, but he seemed not to mind, as they passed through him and into the wall behind, it became obvious that what everyone had been talking to was a hologram.
That was a good purchace, I should get some more of those later. Thought Atomic as he came into the Arena behind some obvious members of the Family. He then strolled over to the bewildered guard and said, "Well, sorry I couldn't help more, but as you can see, couldn't really dedicate the face time. Now, if you would be so kind as to point me in the right direction, I would be greatful."
OOC: Note: The hologram was just a one time thing, if you cant guess by his name, Atomic is a Rad/Rad corrupter. Sorry again for my absence.
OOC: Whoops. Forgot the mafia.
BIC: The shaken guard stood up and brushed some dust off his shoulder with a trembling hand. He muttered something about his contract not covering this kind of crap before he woke up to Atomic and Johnny's prescense.
"Uh, yeah," he mumbled. "Right. The current fight is just finishing up so you guys won't fight in that. What you should do is head on down to the testing rooms, which are on the hallway to the right. Uh, what else? Oh, yeah. You can either test as a group or individualy. Or both, whatever. Just remember that if you want to fight with a different group then you have to get tested with that group. Or maybe they'll just guess how powerful you'll be then."
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Andraxus calmly watched Coldfire charge at him. Smirking, the archmage called up from the ground several rocky pillars that surrounded and imprisoned the hero. The rocks slowly constricted the hero, trying to crush him into a fine powder.
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.
((Heh. I only assume my attacks will be countered; Sorry, I'll tone them down. I just figured if a shotgun to the face didn't kill you, a machete in the gut would only be an interesting attack to pull
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"Aie!" Yelled Weston as he hit his jetpack; He had forgotten the damage it had taken. He began to fly, a very lopsided, drunken flight. The jetpack, now active, coursed energy through him. He yelled with pain. The surges knocked him cold. His jetpack softly wedged him into a nook in the building. He was alive, but definitely out of the fight for now.
"It just always has to end like this, doesn't it? Our pigheaded cap'n just has to make us fight. We didn't even come to fight, we came for a 'Raider meeting in the neighborhood. Jesus."
Carlos paused.
"Oh yeah." He remembered, drawing a .50 Desert Eagle and aiming at Mechanism. "We love fighting."
He fired the heavy-hitting slug towards the cybernetic warrior.