(Open Season) Isla de la Muerte Inslito ((The big fight thread))

E4

The rockets impacted with the building, sending a wave of energy and fire into the building, leaving a large hole in the east wall where they impacted. The lance could be seen clearly through the hole as it moved closer, almost upon the building, ready to begin sheering into it with its massive katana blades.

Below the plant (E4)...

Patsy staggered forward as soon as she felt the blast shake the whole plant, only managing to stop herself short of dropping into the lift by planting her forward foot down, denting the roof of the box just a little.

"What the flamin' hell now?" the immortal ranted, looking up to the shaft and the open doors.

She didn't dwell on the matter too long, though. As soon as she noticed that all fiery hell had broken look on the surface, she didn't think twice about dropping down into lift, but not before lowering the rockets and the grenade launcher down into Priest's arms to hold while she dropped down into the box with a light thud upon landing.

"Cheers, hun." Patsy thanked the man with a smirk as she collected her stuff from him. "You're a star."

Beneath the Old Insidium Plant (E4)

Priest walked up to the Northward doors and waited patiently for it to slide open.

Nothing.

He waited a little longer, waving his arms to trigger whatever sensors might have been fitted there.

Nothing.

He sighed defeated and sent a message to his wife over the amulet. "I'm locked out. But you don't need me. You can do it, go with the Crey's Folly strategy, alright? I'll be waiting for you right here by the doors. Although there's another situation in the plant above. Either way, I won't be too far away. Stay in touch" he finished, before having a worrying afterthought. "I love you" he added solemnly, before heading back up through the elevator to help Tyran Gar.

E4

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Originally Posted by Liz Bathory Jack looked at Tyran... Smirkt... then made a dog-like bark to Tyran. "The holy man got you on a leash boy?!", he said. "Anyway... we burned down that what was not already destroyed and where actually planning to try the mines we passed next." He tried to follow the Priest with his eyes... "Ofcourse it can't do any harm having him check it out again."

Tyran let out a single breath.

"Such is the impatience of youth"

Tyran looked over the Court's members, his face hiding his desire to simply kill them while no-one could bare witness. For now, the agreement stood until the opportunity presented itself again. He face suddenly turned pensive, head turning to the east wall, ears twitching slightly.

"GET DOWN!"

Tyran dropped down to the floor an instant before...

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Originally Posted by Blade Racer The rockets impacted with the building, sending a wave of energy and fire into the building, leaving a large hole in the east wall where they impacted. The lance could be seen clearly through the hole as it moved closer, almost upon the building, ready to begin sheering into it with its massive katana blades.

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Originally Posted by Pious Beneath the Old Insidium Plant (E4) Priest had jumped down into the elevator and forced open the doors when the walls began to shake. He felt the shockwave and the sudden heat and registered something big had happened back at the plant. He looked skyward and held up his arms to the rocket-girl offering to carry her down. As he did so, he sent a message to his team-mates above via the Nighthunter's amulet. "Tyran please report" he asked. "Did the Court attack? Sorry I can't come back and help, but it seems my wife is pinned down in an arena hidden beneath this plant. It sounds strange I know, but nothing on this Island has made much sense so far. I have to reach her. Can you handle the situation alone?"

Tyran brushed off the rubble now covering him and looked out at the monstrosity heading to the building. He picked himself up, drew out his swords and charged at the enitity with a feral roar.

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Originally Posted by Dispari I don't know why Dink thinks she's not as sexy as Jay was. In 5 posts she's already upstaged his entire career.

Electricty crackled along the Lance's armour and up its Katana. It's sensor detected Tyran's attack, choosing to ignore it and bring its katana around to clear more of the building away, the electrified blades slicing through the metal with ease, leaving two long gashes in what remained of the east wall.

Old Insidium Plant (E4)

Priest had flown back up through the elevator shaft and reached the plant. He followed the sounds of battle and trail of fire to the East wall where he noticed a giant robot/golem(?) slicing away at the building. He stood there on the inside part of the wall and watched the monstrosity, trying to identify it's motives. "Tyran, lets focus on disarming those rockets" said Priest, thinking through his amulet. "Slice off its shoulder mounts. I'll check to see if it's manned." With that, Priest heated his eyes again and sent a direct volley of x-ray radiation at the thing, attempting to look through it at it's inner workings.

Were there any persons within? An obvious mechanical weakness? Manufacturer's product/model data or company logos?

Sector D5
Viral Lab Alpha

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Originally Posted by Thunderrar With this, Destroyer launched from the spot, directly at Vyachslav, ready to punch him with all his strength as soon as he reached him.

If he could've raised an eyebrow, Vyachslav would've done so right about now. As it was, he performed the mental equivalent. It was always amazing what these 'metahumans' would throw themselves at. Not that he underestimated Destroyer, that was. He knew only too well that the usually frail little creatures of this planet could exhibit might enough to challenge him on even footing. Better not to dawdle.

As Destroyer leaped, his intended target snapped about, Vyachslav's free arm already brandishing the large dual barrels of energy artillery above its wrist. He didn't even have to change settings this time, the combi-cannon still operating as a heavy paralyzer; a nonlethal, direct-fire energy weapon whose bolt could've laid out a raging bull elephant for a decent few hours. It directly affected the target's motoric musculature, leaving struck victims awake and fully aware, but utterly unable to move. Unfortunately, at least when dealing with 'tanker' type heroes and their related sorts, the weapon was often not quite so effective, dealing the target a sharp lash more akin to a psychic scream - a really, really vicious one, but not something that tended to knock the resilient types flat with just one application.

Good thing the weapon had dual barrels.

With a resounding clap that resembled a mixture of gunshot and whipcrack, the cone of unseen energies surged at Destroyer faster than any projectile could ever hope, attempting to waylay him with enough shock to take the fight out of him...
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Sector A5
North Shore

The Human Memorial Museum floated listlessly upon the waves. Apart from serving as an electronic warfare platform, it didn't have much to do right now, and thus to the untrained observer didn't appear to be doing anything at all. The active antennae, open dishes, and sensor bars in rotation, however, told a very different story.

Something large had landed near the eastern cliff, around Sector F11. Something else that fit the term was using an unusual amount of heavy weaponry near the old Insiduim plant. Correction - what had been the old Insidum plant. Judging by those readings, the structure seemed to be on its way out.

But was this important? The vessel calculated. The results looked promising. Enough to investigate, at least.

With a churned gurgle, the ship's main compressors started up again, turning the vessel due east. It quickly picked up speed after that, at it probably wouldn't be long before the US Army helicarrier picked the thing up. It wasn't making any effort to hide, after all.

At the same time, a trio of small hatches came open on starboard, blasting three small objects high into the sky with a staggered cannonade. Anybody with sufficient decent binoculars and a general knowledge of the Rogue Isles would quickly recognize just what had been shot off there.

Three crates of thick metal - the same sort that tended to carry battle drones...

Within the Lance was what looked like a crumbled body, hooked into the machines mechanics. Wires and tubes flow into and out from the body to the machine. The man, for the body is visibly male, appears to have also been weilded into the armour, with only his front half visible from this angle, it was impossible to tell for sure.

On the front of the armour there appears to be no structural weaknesses, the armour having been put together with the pure thought of making it impenetrable to attack.

The only distinguishing mark on the Lance's armour was on its arm, a large green T.

As Pious looked at the Lance, the monstrous entity let out a booming call. "Hostile Threat Detected. Strike with the Scorpian's Sting!". It follows this with a sudden swipe with both swords once more into the building, directly towards Pious' position.

D5, With the Vampires

Emerald had kept uncharacteristically quiet throughout the movements through the tunnels and towards the elavator shaft. Her greeting to Lucard had been a simple smile and a nod, far from her regular abundance of affection and cheer for those she knew well. She'd listened to all of the vampires and knew that something important to them as a species was happening and felt like she shouldn't be distracting them any more than her unexpected presence already had.

That hadn't stopped her returning Leon's smiles however. Despite how serious the situation was she couldn't help but find some fun and excitement in the whole situation. Squeezing Leon's hand she finally spoke up "...if all of this might not be safe for you... is there anything I can do to help?"

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E4 North
(17)

“You may think that I am a moron!” the wrestler grunts in the cold “But I know many things!”

Some of the rocks began t o split from the rapid cooling, their cracks perhaps just a momentary distraction from the sound of sand rubbing on sand, against rock and against metal. The sand at first began to jump before it rose into the air, rubbing and spinning in circles as the room began to fill with a sand storm, a counter source of heat rising to battle Damsels chill.

“Like sand rubbing against sand, causes friction and friction causes heat!”

E4 East
(13)

“Woah! Woah!”

The blades cut close to the Jaguar themed fighter, making him strike some rather odd poses as he uses his speed to dodge out of the way, only to have to pull up short to avoid dodging into another blade.

He runs forward at the girl making breast stroke swimming motions with his arms, creating a shield of heated and pushed away air, that he intends to use to deflect the blades while sprinting closer.

E4 South
(3)

The bird man falls back, just as the sonic bursts rip his wings, he plummets head first to the floor, where he jerks and flops several times, before falling still.

The room lights up, the electricity stops, a small panel in the roof opens up and a plastic box attached to a length of chain drops down near the enterance, within the clear box is a disc, smooth on one side with puzzle like notches on the upper half, it’s an inch thick and has the letter ‘S’ engraved on the side.

E4 West
(14)

Several patches of the water bulge up, either side of the bridge, before from the upper north west corner of the room a bullet of water fire, shaped like a cannon ball it would have the same level of impact.

E4

The building threatens to crumble at any moment as several load bearing walls and structures collapse. Below this would send echoes and dust falling from the roof.

D5 Tunnels

The area would indeed smell as if Tomb has been here, Tomb and many other humans, though the scent is several hours old, and with the disturbances caused by Destroyer and Vyachslav its almost impossible to tell whether the strongest scent is one heading deeper or out of the mines.

D5 Labs

The porcine ape, looks confused, before it bellows and beats its fists against its chest, picking up another crate it tosses it at Vyachslav as it gets more and more irate with the intruders.

Above the island.

The sky close to the island is filled with a hellish thunderstorm, ash and rock dust rub against each other filling the choking black clouds with intense displays of lightning that causes molten bits of glass to fall like rain water.

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The Dock Pier A-8

Miranda looked at the ferals and she felt anger. Since she has seen tombs message to Bathory's Hordes then she knew these were not not Tomb's guards. The Court had sent thier whole force against one little girl and Miranda was disgusted by that thought.

"These ferals are beyond saving boys. Aim for thier heads and hearts and kill them" Miranda shouted while aiming for the nearest ferals head and letting off two shots from her pistols.

E4 East Room


Seeing her projectiles being deflected by the intense heat shield the girl stops firing them. Instead, she swiftly takes up into the air, floating high above her opponent. The heat of the room slowly getting to her, causing her to pull off her mask to breathe easier, her face flustered but still partly covered with her big red goggles. The figure curls up in the air, her protective shield flickers once and disappears but is quickly replaced by a slowly expanding psychic field, very much similar to the one she used back in the city. As the field fills the room, it feels more difficult to move, its strongest effect being directly around the girl. The field causes the air to put up more resistance, like water, then like tar and more, increasing in pulses. The girl smiled slightly in her efforts, hoping that the field will be enough to stop the Jaguar, and that it’ll expand fast enough before she receives another powerful blow.

E4, Below the plant...

Patsy glanced upward, where all the racket came from, squinting as a few specks of dust threatened to get into her eyes. The immortal the place her hands on her hips as she let out a midly irritated sigh, then stormed over to the lift to shout upward:

"WILL YOU LOT KEEP IT DOWN UP THERE? I'M TRYIN' TO THINK HERE!!"

Satisfied that the message should have been received, Patsy then turned her attention to the very door the strangely polite man had previously attempted. Approaching it answered her first question: It wasn't going to slide or swing open just for her.

She tried knocking, as futile as it seemed, and she was soon proven right. No answer. Worth a try, though, she thought to herself.

Patsy turned away from the door, giving the rest of the room a quick glance around, before swinging back to the door, lifting her foot up to deal the door an FBI-style, if somewhat superpowered in comparison, boot where it mattered.

...E4, Below the plant.

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Meanwhile, over at E1...

"Dammit," Wilf barked, looking up in the general direction of the new noises due North. "What the hell is going -on- over there?"

"Wilf!" Carly whined to her partner, who turned to find her looking up at the sky, her face white as a sheet and bearing the expression of a woman who had seen her own slow and painful death. "I don't know about you, but we could really do with an umbrella field right now and I haven't recovered enough power to keep one up longer than a second!"

Wilf looked up at the sky too, noticing the beginnings of the nightmare weather they were both about to face.

"Oh my." The mage muttered, running a hand over his corn rows as he watched the thunderstorms form. "Alright, I may have enough power left over from the gate. Draw it from me and it should help you keep a field up for long enough."

"Okay," Carly muttered, taking Wilf's hand while extending her free hand above her head, the initial signs of a weak force field forming above them. "I won't need as much as I used getting across those rocks, I think."

E4 South

Screecher looked around, he was honestly surprised by what had just happened, shocked even.
Destroyer was practically invulnerable, Reaper was one of the most skilled martial artists around, of all the triplets, Screecher was physically the weakest, in a prolonged battle on his own he wouldnt have lasted long at all.

As a chain with a box on the end dropped from the roof. Screecher had another look at the bird man, wondering whether he really was defeated or just playing dead.
After a moment or two he was pretty sure the bird man was dead, grabbing the key inside the box he quickly hurried for the exit, hoping nothing else was waiting for him.


E4 West

Erez'Zul had little time to react as the water flew at him, a dark electrical aura encompassed him as the liquid hit him with the same force as a cannon ball.
As it impacted his body, his shield vanished, the water hitting him too hard and fast for him to defend himself properly.

He was knocked down hard on the floor, coughing and spluttering before screaming out in pain, the water having been boiled only seconds ago by himself, his own move used against him.
His hands shook as he struggled to regain himself, pushing past the pain he stood up again, trying to find the source of the attack.
Becoming more than a little impatient, his eyes went jet black, the illusion he had used to fool Damsel quickly vanished, his blonde hair becoming dark red again, a cape seemingly erupting from his back, blades bursting from his wrists.

He looked like himself again, and so it was time to start acting like himself again.
Holding his hands up, dark energy began to form around his hands, a howl sounding through the room as tentacles slithered out from the walls, ready to grab anyone that might be close to them.


Sector D5
Viral Lab Alpha

Destroyer was hit hard by the shot from Vyachslav's cannons, doing a backflip before hitting the floor with a thud.
His body flopped down as if it was under someone elses control, he managed to clench his fists, his eyes glowing a bright red, shining once more like a flashlight.
He punched the floor, his anger was building, whatever had hit him was trying to take away his control, and there was only one thing Destroyer knew how to do when he lost control. Destroy.

He punched the floor again, creating a large crack stretching across either side of him.
He brought both of his fists up then slammed them down hard, severely cracking the floor around Destroyer.
He punched through the concrete beneath him, pulling the rock upwards until he had a large slab of concrete in his hands.
He aimed at Vyachslav, throwing the rock directly at him, picking up two smaller pieces of concrete he threw them like baseballs, right at Vyachslav.

With this he ran towards the red orbs, picking up a couple and throwing them at the components for making low yield explosives, hoping to start a reaction.