Note: This contains random adventures of my many alts, some are loosely based on real memorable gameplay experiences, I may make some completely up.
Part One: Gotta change my battlecry
Take im down! yelled an Italian-American accent as Button Men charged towards the white-clad hero.
Sabre Justice faced an array of chemically-enhanced fists, powerful guns and steel blades, wielded by the fierce fury of the modern Mafia, known as the Family. Sabre smirked- he in turn was clad in projectile-deflecting force fields, equipped with nanomachines in his body that tripled his speed and reflexes, and armed with a big shiny sword. He smirked and said Bring it on!
Half a dozen goons circled and attacked the hero, but were met by a series of strikes on the brawler who had been first to attack- in a flash of a powered blade and a tornado whirl of energy, he went down and others moved back. Sabre Justice proceeded to defeat and demoralise the remaining gangsters one by one, taking care to strike the final blows with the flat of his blade rather that the edge- he had honour to keep on behalf of Paragons heroes.
As the last crook fell to the floor unconscious, Sabre turned to the Capo Gunner. The Mafia lieutenant almost looked nervous before pulling out his old-looking but very modern Tommy gun and unloading the entire drum barrel at the swordsman.
Sabre walked steadily towards the gunner, deflecting the projectiles with his high-tech sword. Some he missed, and those were absorbed by his fire-resistant jacket and force fields- causing a noticeable but unworrying drop in his defensive energy levels on the HUD his bionic eye implants provided. As the barrel went dry and the Capo frantically reloaded, Sabre Justice activated the energy burn on his sword reactor and slashed without mercy at the Mafia hitman- finishing in a whirlwind strike that brought him to his knees.
Disarmed and defeated, the Capo felt the tip of a warm metal blade just under his chin, pushing his head up to face the fearless hero. Ready to give up? asked Sabre Justice.
Sabre relaxed his blade just enough to allow the criminal to give a tiny nod. SJ smiled and slapped a pair of light-matter cuffs on the Capo, unbreakable and later retrievable from the police. The Capo looked back as the hero ran off, then wondered how the boss could get these crazy cuffs off him if they even managed to beat that lunatic
Further on in the underbelly of the ship, the Underboss was overseeing his men who were guarding yet another shipment of Superadine from an annoyingly likely superhero attack. Hearing a hell of a racket coming from a distance back, the Underboss turned around and said What the heck was that?. A moment later, his question was answered as the hero leapt up onto a crate overlooking him and his men.
The hero was wearing a white dress jacket with light blue trimmings, with white pants to match striped the same blue down the sides. He was Caucasian in appearance with pronounced features and white hair tied with a blue headband, and oddly enough was wearing a pair of winter earmuffs. In one of his hands, which were clad in fingerless gloves, he held a large broadsword, and a long flowing cape in the same blue and white trailed from his shoulders, held with diamond-shaped buckles the same as the symbol on his jacket. Time to take this bad boy down! shouted the hero, who was thinking of changing his signature battle cry.
The Underboss instantly recognised this heros distinctive outfit. Sabre Justice! he shouted, drawing his Tommy gun. Youre mine!
Just as he was about to fire, the hero disappeared in a white flash- sensing movement with his enhanced senses, the Underboss turned around just in time to fire at the teleporting swordsman who charged at him with a freshly-recharged glowing blade.
The Underboss was protected by a combination of scientific enhancements and tech not dissimilar to that which protected Sabre Justice from his own super-strong blows. Locked in fierce combat, the Underboss didnt seem to be able to knock down this guy!
After a few blows had penetrated his defences and bruised him pretty bad, Sabre Justice leapt back, panting. He was injured and fatigued, but from the look of it his foe was only a few hits away from falling himself. With a small smile, the hero activated the emergency reserves in several of his equipment components, revitalising him for one final assault. As the Underboss charged at his supposedly weakened foe, Sabre Justice retaliated with a lightning display of swordplay, finally delivering a critical blow that brought the villain to the floor. Ill get you for this, kid, mark my words wheezed the man as SJ cuffed him.
The Australian hero chuckled slightly as he considered that his battle cry wasnt too bad in a city of people who talked like that. But he was still thinking of changing it.
Sending a transmission to the police, Sabre Justice then teleported off.
Note: This contains random adventures of my many alts, some are loosely based on real memorable gameplay experiences, I may make some completely up.
Part One: Gotta change my battlecry
Take im down! yelled an Italian-American accent as Button Men charged towards the white-clad hero.
Sabre Justice faced an array of chemically-enhanced fists, powerful guns and steel blades, wielded by the fierce fury of the modern Mafia, known as the Family. Sabre smirked- he in turn was clad in projectile-deflecting force fields, equipped with nanomachines in his body that tripled his speed and reflexes, and armed with a big shiny sword. He smirked and said Bring it on!
Half a dozen goons circled and attacked the hero, but were met by a series of strikes on the brawler who had been first to attack- in a flash of a powered blade and a tornado whirl of energy, he went down and others moved back. Sabre Justice proceeded to defeat and demoralise the remaining gangsters one by one, taking care to strike the final blows with the flat of his blade rather that the edge- he had honour to keep on behalf of Paragons heroes.
As the last crook fell to the floor unconscious, Sabre turned to the Capo Gunner. The Mafia lieutenant almost looked nervous before pulling out his old-looking but very modern Tommy gun and unloading the entire drum barrel at the swordsman.
Sabre walked steadily towards the gunner, deflecting the projectiles with his high-tech sword. Some he missed, and those were absorbed by his fire-resistant jacket and force fields- causing a noticeable but unworrying drop in his defensive energy levels on the HUD his bionic eye implants provided. As the barrel went dry and the Capo frantically reloaded, Sabre Justice activated the energy burn on his sword reactor and slashed without mercy at the Mafia hitman- finishing in a whirlwind strike that brought him to his knees.
Disarmed and defeated, the Capo felt the tip of a warm metal blade just under his chin, pushing his head up to face the fearless hero. Ready to give up? asked Sabre Justice.
Sabre relaxed his blade just enough to allow the criminal to give a tiny nod. SJ smiled and slapped a pair of light-matter cuffs on the Capo, unbreakable and later retrievable from the police. The Capo looked back as the hero ran off, then wondered how the boss could get these crazy cuffs off him if they even managed to beat that lunatic
Further on in the underbelly of the ship, the Underboss was overseeing his men who were guarding yet another shipment of Superadine from an annoyingly likely superhero attack. Hearing a hell of a racket coming from a distance back, the Underboss turned around and said What the heck was that?. A moment later, his question was answered as the hero leapt up onto a crate overlooking him and his men.
The hero was wearing a white dress jacket with light blue trimmings, with white pants to match striped the same blue down the sides. He was Caucasian in appearance with pronounced features and white hair tied with a blue headband, and oddly enough was wearing a pair of winter earmuffs. In one of his hands, which were clad in fingerless gloves, he held a large broadsword, and a long flowing cape in the same blue and white trailed from his shoulders, held with diamond-shaped buckles the same as the symbol on his jacket. Time to take this bad boy down! shouted the hero, who was thinking of changing his signature battle cry.
The Underboss instantly recognised this heros distinctive outfit. Sabre Justice! he shouted, drawing his Tommy gun. Youre mine!
Just as he was about to fire, the hero disappeared in a white flash- sensing movement with his enhanced senses, the Underboss turned around just in time to fire at the teleporting swordsman who charged at him with a freshly-recharged glowing blade.
The Underboss was protected by a combination of scientific enhancements and tech not dissimilar to that which protected Sabre Justice from his own super-strong blows. Locked in fierce combat, the Underboss didnt seem to be able to knock down this guy!
After a few blows had penetrated his defences and bruised him pretty bad, Sabre Justice leapt back, panting. He was injured and fatigued, but from the look of it his foe was only a few hits away from falling himself. With a small smile, the hero activated the emergency reserves in several of his equipment components, revitalising him for one final assault. As the Underboss charged at his supposedly weakened foe, Sabre Justice retaliated with a lightning display of swordplay, finally delivering a critical blow that brought the villain to the floor. Ill get you for this, kid, mark my words wheezed the man as SJ cuffed him.
The Australian hero chuckled slightly as he considered that his battle cry wasnt too bad in a city of people who talked like that. But he was still thinking of changing it.
Sending a transmission to the police, Sabre Justice then teleported off.