((Okay, I'm back. But I have five pages to read. It's been said already, but you guys post too fast! 
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((Hrm... 'kid'? Target's 35 in this RP >.>
Also, he's in the air- he's been flying since before this fight started, and has only come down to take a swat at Fenrir.))
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
Cry picked up stray thoughts and ideas from those which he didn't bother to read. This era in this world had weeded out the Super Heroes from the Demigods. Feirce compeition on the Villain side had caused all if not most to either group together or be destroyed and then those who were to powerful to be eliminated were left alone.
The Hero side has been hunted since Lord Recluse claimed North America for his own and the conquest of Eurasia began. Now the strongest were left to deal, and Cry felt a rising war, and he was prepared to reap the benefits.
Cry wasn't actually born into existence, he was always there and forever was. It came upon a point in time that he was commanded into the world by the withering mind of Ghost Widow. Lord Recluse was to busy on the Eastern Warfront where rebellion of supers had begun. Cry was doing his best as head of intelligence and information he had kept this movement away from the prying eyes of the former Paragon for nearly seven months.
Not a word came from Lord Recluse in the Isles not even the Arbiters knew of his absence. It was perfect if things were right, if Cry was right by his fortunes, "a statue of knowledge shall fall and a shadow shall take its place." The fortune was easy enough to read but it drew two possibilities. Would it be that Cry's own shadow shall take his place or that of Steel Mantis.
Cry woke from a juggle in the landing craft, "don't worry my master, just a drop." He closed his eyes the transport now in the center of steel at a slow crawl, this transport had to trigger an alert somewhere.
((Hehe, Fenrir calls everyone a kid. Ok then the fissure has no effect -_-))
The plasma bolts connected with the dark energy surrounding Acanous, the Negative energy diffusing the blast substantially, although the heat was still painfull. Acanous grimaced, instant tan lines appearing on any part of exposed skin under his hood.
The bright side of taking the plasma bolts(Pun intended) was that the force bolt shot harmlessly by.
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"Sorry buddy. Private function. You should've RSVP'd."
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"Diddn't know I needed an invite, next time I'll bring beer. For now, you'll have to settle for beats"
Acanous hurdled upward, toward Arbiter Jake, looking like he would deliver a mean uppercut. Instead, he thrust his hand, palm upward, and released a focused ray of Negative Energy, the kind that would disrupt thought patterns and bring out a primordial fear in anyone affected.
At the very least, it would make concentration more difficult, making more of those lethal bolts less accurate.
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.
((Uh... actually, Th3or3m, I posted that so you could change your post. I'm assuming that Fenrir is too experienced a fighter to make a silly mistake like that, trying to earthquake an airborne enemy. It's an immersion thing for me.
Also, to clarify- Target's fighting here in much the same way I fight as him in-game- staying airborne, closing quickly to deliver some nasty melee attacks, then darting back out of range to rain pointy death... well, mostly Can't grapple in-game))
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
((OK, so here goes...))
Fenrir was out of ideas. His enemy was far too out of range for a melee attack, and he couldn't risk a ranged attack, yet. Suddenly Fenrir got an idea. "So kid, did you really think I would just lie down a roll over for ya'?" "Well that isn't how it works." Gritting his teeth Fenrir completely shutdown his electron charge, allowing him to move once again. When he was free, he launched himself into the air where Target was. He called down a huge amount of electrical current which allowed him to charge his body once again, but not to the sheer extent as before. This would allow him to stay in the air for a longer period of time. He suddenly smashed down with pure seismic force. "And if ya' dodge that," he said grunting,"Here's for good measure." He swung upwards with his free hand, forming a stone shield around it.
The negative ray, quite simply, had no effect, due to the mental equivalent of a fifty yard thick wall of impervium protecting him. Ever since he had risen in the ranks of Arachnos, he had called in a favor or two to put this in place on his mind, due to an experience in his teen years that lead to his going to the Isles in the first place.
In short, his mind was so well protected, there was absolutely no way anything short of the psychic strength of two Lt. Cry's could break through.
That being said, the only aspect left of the attack was the upward palm strike, which Jake avoided by simply hovering backwards a foot, thereby allowing his opponent within point blank range.
A sliver of Jake's old self shone through, as a cocky smirk yet again played on his lips.
"Perfect."
He again unleashed a flurry of attacks, starting this time with a Force Bolt. This was of equal power to the last one, and, if the shattered concrete below wasn't enough of an indicator, unless Acanous's dark shield could deflect a large amount of force, he would be blown quite far back in addition to gaining a crushed torso.
Jake then followed up with two quick plasma beams in short succession, which, if nothing else, would prove to be a deterent should he somehow avoid the force bolt.
"You know, I really don't know what it is with you people. Why do you feel the need to blindly leap into battles? I mean, we're freaking Arachnos. A frontal assault is bound to fail."
With his touch of Fear have little affect, Acanous caught the force bolt front on, his acrobatic training allowing him to roll vertically with the blow in midair, channeling some of that force back in a negative-energy powered kick to the behind.
"No frontal assaults? lemme try one from the rear!"
(Ac has used the bolt to push him into a flip underneath the Arbiter. The kick would be the equivilent to Dark Melee's Smite, and yes, he took damage from the bolt, but again used the one attack to evade the other. He's currently falling back to the ground, but directing it to land within the building instead oftaking a 5 story drop)
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.
((OK, but that bolt had the force of maybe three elephants, so if he caught it head on, he's gonna be experiencing a rather large amount of force. I don't think it'd matter how he caught the blow, he'd be in a bit more pain.))
(Just wait for it, he's not showing it thanks to CoD making him look like an amorphous blob of dark unless you're REALLY close, but he is hurting. He's gearing up for a Dark Regen right now.)
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.
Target closed, darting forwards in a flying rush, rushing into the partially-completed smash and planting both feet on Fenrir's downward swinging arms. He used the force of the Seismic Smash to rocket downwards, pulling up in a dramatic swoop just off the ground and already moving fast enough that a small sonic boom rattled the rubble on the street.
Banking in a screaming turn as the stone shield whiffed past where he would have been if he had simply dodge, he brought his bow into play again. Wrists're still too sore to allow my usual fire rate... guess I need to be a bit trickier. Target fired, alternating positively- and negatively-charged arrows, managing to get three supersonic arrows off in the first pass.
Can't... keep this... up. he thought, already feeling the strain and wishing he hadn't tried to stop that mallet with his electrical shield. He twisted in the air, another rocketing turn (although perceptibly slower than before) bringing him into firing range once more. Another arrow left the bow, and then a trio of explosive arrows with a non-conductive flaming arrow right behind, calculated to hit in the instant of blindness the exploding arrows would cause.
((Bleah... it's taking a considerable amount of restraint not to just include the Trick Arrows primary in this fight, since it makes no sense to have some gimmicked arrows, but not others >.<
But, Target is an Archery/Electric/Electric Blaster, so apparently he gets less toys -_-))
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
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"My mission was classified secret, and since you do not have the required security clearance, I cannot tell you. Today's date is March third, twenty, twenty nine. I have been out of contact for twenty two years, one hundred thirty days, forty three minutes and eight seconds." M-113 disappeared in a flash of light and reappeared at the entrance. He then transported Point Blank to the top of the hole.
"Civilian, I am unable to make contact with the network, so transportation will be limited to line of site or transponder. I suggest we find some high ground." With that M-113 began scanning the area for higher terrain.
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"You at least have half your information. Let's go outside," Point Blank said.
When they got to street level Point Blank opened a door leading to the outside.
Both earth and sky were charred black. There was hardly a flat spot to be found. Rubble covered the terrain in hills for miles around. What few buildings remained were ominous skeletons of their former selves. The smoke from large fires trailed up into the sky in the distance, accompanied by the muffled sound of erratic gunfire and explosives.
"Behold mankind's biggest chessboard. There is no one to contact any more. Firebase Zulu was cut off from this dimension a long time ago. The portals have been destroyed. No one knows what happened to them after that."
Point Blank was feeling rather philisophical. So much so that he had nearly forgotten to give any important details.
"The resistence still has a base. It's called, 'The Bastion'. I can take you there if you are interested. Maybe somebody there can tell you more about what you would like to know."
Fenrir dodged a stream of arrows letting go of his control of the field. He suddenly dropped, seeing arrows explode overhead. A blinding light, well if he'd been able to see regularly at the moment, erupted followed by a flash of fire. He could see things through the energy they caused, and his lightning reflexes allowed him to dodge them effectively. He was almost out of energy, and had to end the fight soon. He rocketed upwards from his ground, teleporting erratically, allowing him to dodge any incoming arrows. He then let go of an array of electrically charged stone punches, in every direction surrounding Target. One of them was bound to connect, whether it ended the fight or not. "I just want to end this," he grunted, ' But since we both seem to be in the same boat, I'll continue."
((Ohh, and it's alright if you wanna include SOME of the TA powers, but not all of them, because it could drastically alter the fight.))
Groul's eyes narrowed ever so slightly at Wolffe's lack of commentary to Danger's question, casting a suspicious gaze over the table. Either the man had due reason to leave explanations to Marty, or something around here wasn't quite right.
"Yo!" the Specialist now shouted to the scrapper, having been so rudely interrupted by Bladewing striking up his sidebar conversation, "Mr. Short Attention Span - I asked you a question. What's the matter with you people? Haven't invented manners yet...?"
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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Jake had taken the strike, he had little choice in the matter. Considering his usual role in combat was to play support from afar whilst his bots took the damage, his current situation wasn't his cup of tea. He had no idea how to right himself after an arial(sp? Dictionary.com didn't help.) attack, and, therefore, flew forward. Luckily, the strike wasn't enough to disorient himself for long. Like his robots, he had a permanent forcefield surrounding his armor. It wasn't enough to keep him from attacking, but it did deflect much of the kinetic energy of the strike back to Acanous, as well as diffuse a lot of the dark energy.
In short, he simply shrugged the blow off, turned around, and fired yet another force bolt at the falling figure. Considering he was already falling at about the max speed a human can fall with gravity alone, ((About nine feet per second, I think. Feel free to correct me.)) the next attack would send him sailing into the next horizontal surface, at at least 250 miles per hour or more.
Needless to say, if that didn't hurt him, than he was more resilient than most.
Marty stroked his chin for a few seconds, "Oh yeah, sorry man. I got a really short attention span and having large amounts of caffeine in my system doesn't really help, but it's fun."
Marty struggled for a few seconds with a couple of pills in his pocket. He pulled them out and popped them into his mouth, crunching them loudly. "See villains are evil because. . .well they're evil. They want conformity, wanton destruction, and death to their enemies. We want to live in peace."
I do not know my reasons for posting, but post I must. ~~Build
"We can't stop here, this is bat country."
--Johnny Depp
"I ain't bi-curious, I'm a man. Why do you think I'm wearing this tight spandex and got all these muscles?" Meatwad
Marty noticed the edge of his vision was begining to blur...
It was fairly fitting he had been talking about Wanton Destruction.
Experiment nodded, reaching into his belt. He did it slowly.
Just delay a few more seconds... Just a few more--
He felt a twinge in his head, and twisted his neck a little. A small pop emanated from his neck, and he grinned again. "Your not the only tense one here," he said, his hand lifting out of his belt.
Then, he threw his arms up in the air- All he needed was for the Underboss not to chug the bottle, and he'd be fine, as long as the Family hadn't learned any new tricks.
To counter HIS new tricks, anyway.
A dark hole opened under the group, except for the more forward-stationed Hitman, screaming tentacles of dark energy erupting from it, attempting to encircle the Family members.
Experiment, in the two seconds it would take for this to happen, wrapped his fists in darkness, and threw them at the Hitman's face.
"Oh man...sorry Caleb, it's saddening to hear that the DWC is all gone..maybe i can track Bang down someday, or go visit Dax."
Glancing over to marty at his comment.
"Well yes that is generally the way of things, however, no matter how evil one is, Ive got enough defensive weaponry to spare that they would get vaporized in the crossfire....even someone like Lord Recluse himself."
Turning back to Caleb, Bladewing motioned towards the black portal.
"Go grab your suit and come give me a hand with a bunch of my materials crates, and once we get those in here you can help me transfer the energy, control, and defense items ive got in storage."
"You, dear sir, are a legend. "- nelly. "PIE DOESN'T HAVE TENTACLES!"
Bladewing Draconian lvl 30 KAT/SR scrapper
DarkNinjutsu lvl 50 DM/REG scrapper
Dajoji Hino lvl 50 elm/ela scrapper
Bloody Byakko lvl 20 claws/sr scrapper
Experiment caught the hitman completely by surprise, his rifle still lowered. the man was knocked flat on his back, clawing at the negative energies swirling around his face while blood from an obviously broken nose dribbled on the ground.
The five button men hadn't been quite as taken as their lieutenant. Their guns were raised and their fingers had already pulled the triggers.
They did not, however, expect an attack from below. Four of the bullet sprays went wide, peppering the ground with bullets and blasting sections of the roof's stone wall away. Only one of the button men kept firm, firing a barrage of bullets at Experiment, albeit very shakilly.
The only one who HADN'T actually been surprised was the Underboss. With ferocious strength, he simply stepped out of the patch of dark tendrils, ripping apart any that tried to immobilize him with sheer muscle power.
"You're DEAD, cape." He snarled, raising a hand and conjuring a gravitational singularity nearby. Fortunately, he hadn't tried to take any of the Tombstone pills. Yet. They will still firmly grasped in his other hand.
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((Build has 'handed over the reigns,' so to speak.
Njoi.))
Marty didn't hear Bladewing's response.
He didn't hear much of anything that was said right about then.
The world was changing...
The room was suddenly made of GORE. The table before him was compiled of bones fused together with caked blood. The air smelled of rot and decay. The light was flickering slowly. On, off, on, off, on, off...
And their were people. People Marty knew. They wern't good people. As a matter of fact, they were the most horrible people he knew. They were his worst fears incarnate. They had simply dropped in and seemingly devoured everybody in the room mid-sentence, meeting zero resistance in the process. They were all perverted and horribly demented visions with claws and fangs, with gaping mouths filled with needle-sharp teeth. Shadows seemed to ooze from their every pore.
It was if the world had suddenly turned into his own personal and private hell. And in a way, it had. Marty felt a sudden surge of something he had not felt for a very long time.
Fear.
It was not something he was accustomed to. He was NEVER afraid. Not even of death. Why should THESE frighten him?
Yet the visions did frighten him. An effect of the drug that was now completely fused with his body.
The Fears closed in.
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Of course, all of that was simply inside of Marty's head. Outside of that, everything was groovy.
Some of the gathered may have noticed Marty was twitching and shuddering. His eyes had become the size of dinner plates almost instantly. Probably a side effect of the caffeine.
There was a whisper.
"I'm not going down without a fight. No. NO. I'll kill you all..."
And then, Marty literally sprang into action. He drew both his blades and leapt for the turned Bladewing at lightning speed, seeking to impale him with both blades before the man could react.
And MUCH more loudy this time, he shouted...
"I'LL KILL YOU!
The Nalgene bottle of Tombstone had rolled off the table by now, and was resting rather innocently against one of the table's legs.
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Within Marty's body, there were several extremely rapid changes occuring.
Marty was already a considerably powerful super-being. He was proficient in the use of twin blades or dual swords as some called the style, and he could regenerate from wounds extremely quickly.
Tombstone did not really care about either of those talents. It induced super powers. It didn't enhance them.
So ignoring those, the drug went to work on doing exactly what it was designed to do.
It started to cause a series of temporary mutations throughout Marty's body. It began to give him new powers to use along with his current ones...
Bladewing spun, faster than most metahumans could move, and did two things in the space of what seemed like a single second.
First, Marty's blades were parried by Bladewing's No-Dachi and sent spinning into the ceiling. Secondly, Bladewing reached out with his powers over gravity and slammed Marty into the ceiling.
"I don't know what the hell is wrong with you, but if you ever attack me like that again, I'm going to eviscerate you, and maybe even revive you and kill you again!"
Frowning in concentration, Bladewing began adding more layers of immobilizing pressure to Marty, pinning him against the ceiling with enough force to make a Marty sized and shaped impression.
"Caleb, can you enlighten me as to why your pal here is attacking me, and also give me a reason as to why I shouldn't crush him to within an inch of his life?"
"You, dear sir, are a legend. "- nelly. "PIE DOESN'T HAVE TENTACLES!"
Bladewing Draconian lvl 30 KAT/SR scrapper
DarkNinjutsu lvl 50 DM/REG scrapper
Dajoji Hino lvl 50 elm/ela scrapper
Bloody Byakko lvl 20 claws/sr scrapper
Cry was confused, he was outside Arachnos patrols and other factions just waiting sleeping scanning slowly across the area. He couldn't get over the silence in a particular area. He started to rise suspicion and started to increase his physic output trying to peer pass the veil that grew stronger as he peered in.
His suspicion grew into curiosity and he peered harder forgetting that he was monitoring his physic levels. He then felt a sudden backlash from the veil as it moved across the entire zone enveloping it in darkness. "Whoever you are I will break you!" Cry opened his mouth a sudden light of pink energy erupting from it, the Fortuana holding him held Cry out as Cry poured physic energy filling the veil.
He was everywhere in the veil, he couldn't see, hear, or touch but he felt the presence of hundreds of beings. "What the..," then he was shut out by a cascade of red emotion, a phantasm blurred his vision, it drew him into some reality as he was part of the chaos. His form shifted the mold of the room of horrors focusing around him.
"What is the Netherrealm doing here, control yourselves!" The room of horrors became organized now shifting away and parting to reveal a man in fear. "Who are you, one who dwells in a realm of shadows?" Cry was staring at the body of Marty, Cry existed only in this realm as long as the Tombstone's grip over Marty held, Cry was intrigued at what was happening, though now the commotion stopped as he was here.
"Tell me your name?" Cry was now lost in this bubble of chaos. "Come out of this shell and we shall fight this together?" Cry was trying to trick Marty, trying to make him talk.
"I got no idea 'Wing. I've never seen him react like that before. Psychic attack? Mind control? Bad Coffee? Who knows man," Caleb said nonchalantly.
He had changed over the years since he had last seen Bladewing. He had changed from an inexperienced youth to a world class martial artist on par with most of the all time greats. The only thing he lacked was control and experience.
As Marty had leapt at Bladewing the incorporeal chakra in the air damn near solidified around Caleb's right fist. One wrong move by his friend and he wouldn't hesitate to knock him senseless.
I do not know my reasons for posting, but post I must. ~~Build
"We can't stop here, this is bat country."
--Johnny Depp
"I ain't bi-curious, I'm a man. Why do you think I'm wearing this tight spandex and got all these muscles?" Meatwad
"Smart kid, you are." "Those arrows really put me in a bad spot." "Well, even though you're smart, you aren't invulnerable." Fenrir smashed the ground beneath him and an immense fissure. "And if that doesn't get you," he continued," This will." He acted like a human, well lycan, lightning rod, causing a thunderstrike of unparalleled size. this eletrically charged the air. If he didn't want to pass out from pure electrical energy, Target would have to move. "Well either way, I'll be out of here sooner than you think," he said with a smirk.