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"Anyone keeping count?"
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"I was unaware that there was a scoring system," Seven's voice issued from the dispersing smoke, "but I can review my core memory afterwards and calculate rough counts if required." *Thud, thud*
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Crash shook her head at Seven as she continued her efforts to crush the Skulls around herself.
"Wonderful. Working with an dumb kid and a robot cyborg whatever without a clue." she muttered to herself, just before feeling the full force of a gunshot to her left arm. The Longstaff operative let out a short sharp scream and spun around on the spot, toppling over onto her rear in the process.
It took a few seconds to bring herself to look up ahead of her, and at her would-be assailant: A lone Gravedigger who thought it was a smart idea to sneak up behind her to attack.
Big mistake.
Crash held out her good arm, capturing the Skull with another smaller gravity well.
"You... worthless... piece of..." Crash snarled at the Skull, stopping herself before she turned the air blue. The gearhead then clenched her fist, bringing an even greater force down on the poor thug, how by now started to show clear signs of agony.
"Add another point to my scorecard!!" she screamed as a quick flick of her wrist sent the skull flying backwards into the nearest car. Crash then proceeded to lay on her back, rolling over in an effort to use her good arm to push herself back up.
"Okay... working with a dumb kid, a robot cyborg whatever without a clue AND a hole in my damn arm!"
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Max: "Me too."
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Sam smirks spinning the sword deftly, leaving the bow slung across her back, each of the outcasts to approch her hit the ground with a thud and a scorch mark on their cloths pulling her bow from her back she aims upwards with a handful of arrows and releases they pepper the ground around her fataly wounding some poor Outcast who looked up and got one in the chest....Yet the arrows either miss her or vansih in a puff of flames, soon she is surrounded by incapcitated Outcasts..."Hmm, am I the only cape in Steel today...." she says taking aim at another group down the road...
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The fight hadn't lasted very long, his opponents had had some power but not a great deal of skill. Now Jake was having to deal with the third degree from the cops who had finally arrived on the scene.
"I swear Anderson, you are pushing the bounds of your parole to the limits." the sargeant said, consulting his PDA. "This is the fifth case of 'legitimate self-defence' this week. Plus, you are out way after your curfew."
"What can I say," Jake replied, "I'm a popular kinda guy. And I get insomnia some nights."
"Frankly, I don't want to have to deal with the paperwork on you, not with everything else going on. Here, I'm officially authorising you to intervene in any street crimes you come across for twelve hours. Backed to midnight, so it'll take care of the curfew violation."
"That's pretty generous of you" Jake said suspiciously.
"Hell, at least you leave the perps breathing. We've got reports of some crazy flaming crowds indescriminately over in Kings Row."
"It's guys like that give villains a bad name."
"Worse than that, the guy seems to think he's some kind of hero. Okay, we got this site now. Get out of here, go find some trouble."
Jake grinned and sauntered off to do just that. Trouble was what he was good at...
However, it turned out that Smith was not a time-travelling Terminator
Seven put a sub-process on writing a thesis on the strange strategies heroes appeared to use for coping with stressful situations. A bullet whined past her left ear, and she spun, executing an elegent Scorpion Kick to the gunman. "I learned that watching The Matrix," she informed the falling man, but she suspected he was ill fit to appreciate the remark.
Her analysis of Crash's gunshot wound indicated that it would be painful, but not debilitating. She would determine whether first aid was required at a more appropriate moment.
Turning, she identified more targets, optimised the path between them, and set off.
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Edward was knocked back by the blast, digging his claws into the tarmac to keep him upright, he dusted himself down, the burn wounds healing quickly.
Edward smirked, "you're not the only one who can wait that long...and my heart is pure, I know salvation will come to me..."
He saw the brawl of heroes and grinned, "hmm time to make myself known perhaps..."
Edward flared his wings, dropping into the midst of all the Skull gang bangers, "sorry boys, but I need a bit of your life force right now.." he brought his arms back and then threw them forward to his chest, a circle of nether-energy draining the nearby Skulls, causing them to pass unconscious.
Edward let out a sharp whistle, "Hey...why don't you pick on someone your own size?"
The smoke cleared, he seemed to have an eerie white glow about him.
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Seven turned as the Skulls fell. "It appears that Doctor Johnson wishes to win the challenge." She decloaked, stepping forward, quite aware that Edward could probably level her with a single punch. "Good morning, Doctor. I do hope that you have kept well since our last encounter. I am sure you be happy to know that Ms Stoneberg has been freed from incarceration."
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Crash pressed her good hand against the ground beneath her as she struggled to get back to her feet. The ex-racer grunted a little as she gave herself enough room between herself and the road to drag her foot under, allowing the rest of the process of getting up to be pulled off with ease from then on.
As soon as she was upright, Crash proceeded to dust herself off, before looking up at the mess of falling Skulls, and in turn, Dr. Edward Johnson.
The hell? she thought to herself.
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Ed smiled, "alright that is good news."
He looked at Seven a moment, "to be honest I'm not really here to fight, though you may come at me if you wish, that offer extends to all of you...infact myself and the chaos that I created are merely to delay you hero types from a vault break-in at a Science tech business for an upgrade to my cybernetic arm..."
Edward relaxed slightly, "oh and no use trying to stop it...it's already underway and probably nearly done by now.."
He grinned and took up a fighting pose, "though I wouldn't think of getting out of here without some kind of battle, it is required after all..."
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Azure Arrow rolled behind a car for cover, his fingertips quickly flicking along the edges to find a suitable arrow. He glanced around, taking in the positions of the other heroes, trying to work out where they'd move to next, and any hazards nearby.
Finding a Cryo-Arrow, he quickly took aim and let it loose towards the Doctor, waiting a moment before shouting. "'Ice to see you, Doctor! I've got a bad case of the chills, and I think it's catching!"
There was a moment of confusion showing on Seven's face as her positional sensors followed the arrow's arc. Then her face brightened. "Oh... I get it..."
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Edward chuckled, "clever but still awful...don't be taking tips from her on witty one liners please my dear..."
The arrow struck home, Ed was not one for dodging things, he hand neither the reflexes or the intent to do such things. Edward was briefly incased in a block of ice.
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"Her?!" Azure Arrow grumbled, dashing over to hide in a different position, starting to flick through his quivers again.
"I've got to have -something- in here that'll help..." He pondered, fingers running across the tops as he felt his way through the collection he had with him that night.
As Mechano froze, a shot chipped a chunk out the ice, and would have connected with his shoulder. In this case, however, the prison became a shield.
Wolf swore, rolling back from the roofs edge, then manouvering as fast as he could to a new spot.
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Seven shrugged. "Perhaps I need more hard-hitting repartee." Fairly convinced that she was wasting her time, but at least happy he wouldn't be dodging much, Seven unloaded a string of rapid-fire kicks at Edward's head and upper body. (Usual array of MA strikes, the odd stun, an immobilise that sucks, that kind of thing.)
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Cassandra Zero come to a halt on the edge of the roof opposite, watching the block of Ice for action, Perched, ready to push off.
Crash's left eye twitched once more as she watched the two lay into Johnson. Or at least try to, in any case. She eventually snapped out of it though, shaking her head quickly and promtly holding her good arm out once again, calling forth a quick burst of insane gravitational force within the bad doctor. Not that it appeared to have much effect by the looks of things.
"Uh-oh", Crash uttered as she then opened another rift, bringing a large pool table into her immediate area, readying herself to hurl it at him if the ice finally gave way. "I think it's safe to say we're in the red now, if you know what I mean."
I... really think I'm gonna need some backup here. Where the hell's Masha?
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Slowly hovering above a roof top away from everyone was the three orbs of magical energy that made up The Unknown Spirits , they seem to watch the battle far below, waiting for something.
((for anyone who doesn't know The Unknown spirits are Drade and co, they are now in the form of powerful magical energy, each give off their own 'sense' and 'image' to help ID who is who. The middle one of the three, the biggest one, is Drade followed by Suriyahs brother as the middle sized one, and Suriyah as the smallest.))
The ice finally shattered and Ed grinned, flexing his wings to flick the remaining Ice off them, "a valiant effort and I commend you humbly on it, no insult meant I assure you..." he gave a Japanese style bow, strangely quite low, a sign of respect.
"Still I do believe it is my turn..."
He reached out to see if the android Seven feared anything so that he could bring it to the surface, he had his doubts, such constructs are rational beings and he knew that fear was something they all seemed to lack.
((oh boy...Cass is there...that's going to make this interesting...))
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"PANIC!"
Crash reacted in exactly that to the shattering ice immediately, forcing the pool table toward Johnson's face. Without a second thought, the operative then rushed for the nearest excuse for cover.
Dammit, where the hell is Masha? Tell her to wake up and get her rear to Kings. NOW!!
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Horizon didn't want to get in close without really knowing the situation but it was becoming all too apparent that this was Ed again and this time he wasn't going to tuck tail and run. She raised her blade pointing it at Ed's chest from across the street.
"Edward Johnson, i've fought demons and other creatures of evil but i've never disliked them. It was their nature. You disgust me though, surrender now. While you still can"
Watching the two fighting carefully, Horizon paces towards the melee, mumbling a small protective litany under her breath as she studied the fight. Working out how best to interpose herself.
Wolf raised his head, watching Seven and Mechano squaring up. Without taking his eyes off the tableau, even as other Heroes began to circle, he neatly slotted an M30 frag into the launcher of his gun.
"Sorry laws, but this guy has got to go down," Wolf muttured, slapping the safety off, and then bringing the rifle to his shoulder.
With a click and a dull 'thwump' the shell was spat from the weapon, arcing gracefully down into the street, aimed neatly at Mechanos feet...
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Edward barely managed to avoid the flying pool table, "damn...I like a good game of pool but that's ridiculous..."
Edward looked down as he heard the clinking of the grenade on the floor and sighed, "oh for the love of....," the grenade went of before he could finish, hurling him backwards away from Horizon. He landed roughly on his back, coughing and spluttering as he slowly got to his feet, sharpnel dug into various parts of his skin, though looking only mildly phased by it.
"so..six on one..hardly heroic..."
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Cassandra moved as the grenade pushed Edward back, the arc of her jump landing her just in front of him.
"We can do this one on one if you like, and level the children out of it, but wither way, this sort of thing is over the line Edward, and that makes you fair game"
As the billows obscuring the thugs aim Horizon skids to a halt knocking over a small stand filled with various tv peripherals.
"Great idea! Now let's show them who they're dealing with."
Sword trailing on the ground behind her as she charges towards the blind melee, the first Skull to stumble out getting impaled through the chest by a quick thrust, barely able to let out a surprised gasp. With a spin Horizon pulls the Claymore free, a faint crackle as it passes through the skin of the Skull who seems completely unharmed with not a single mark left behind, but he still falls lifelessly to the ground.
Swing the sword more like a baseball bat than with any real finesse Horizon wades into the smoke, relying on her super sensitive ears to guide her she quickly picks out that Seven's movements are a lot heavier sounding and so keeps her distance delivering quick slashes to any skulls she can get within in her long reach.
"Anyone keeping count?"