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Having witnessed the absorbing woman electrocute herself into a living ball of energy and then survive his fire blasts, Jacub decided on changing up his play. He had now in his arms, a part of what he wanted anyway. Just then the back doors to the Pocket D van flung open but nobody was visible by it. He turned around and saw a man spouting prayer before flying at him, weapons at the ready. With police, fire crews and four maybe five people now joining the fray, Jacub felt the fight was fast becoming overcrowded. He leapt out of the preacher's collision path and leapt again onto the nearest building. With incredible agility and speed, he bounded away, flickering from rooftop to rooftop like living flames. He went on, escaping with the police detective singed and boiling under his burning arms.
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"I...guess not?" Kri responded to the halfling's silence with another nervous look, momentarily wondering if he'd said something wrong. Was Ops an insult of some kind in Ineloo's culture? Did she know someone with the name Ops who'd done her some sort of traumatic harm? True, neither were very likely, but Oxana and Sarkh had told him tales of incidents even stranger than such, sparked by a single, seemingly innocuous word.
"Did I say something wrong?" he decided to try and be direct about it rather than attempt a subject change. While personally he'd have much preferred to skirt around something potentially sensitive, it had been drilled into him more than enough times by now that the best way to solve a problem was most often clear and candid communication...
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Meanwhile, the grenadiers opened fire on the Gonarovian Crew's buggy, their launchers thudding dully as they did so.
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And the demon was stronger.
Its teeth rent their way through the helmet with a sickening crunch, and they didn't stop there. The demon duly felt the man's intent, and it had neither reason nor desire to stand around and give him the time necessary for him to power up the energy transfer. No, in fact it didn't intend to give him any time at all, and so rather than stick the Protector's head into its maw completely, then bite it off at the neck, the demon decided it could be content with half a head, and simply continued the Tanker's motion, biting down with unearthly force right then and there.
Of course, this did nothing whatsoever to stop the SWAT officers' grenades, and the light buggy exploded in a shower of smoke, flame, and itty bitty flakes of monochromatic light that a keen observer could've worn were tiny little cubes. They didn't stay long enough to confirm this however, flickering out of existence like a swarm of fluorescent fireflies by the break of coming dawn. The buggy left not a single trace that it had ever been at all, going into complete deresolution...
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Ineloo actually blushed. It was a long time since she had reacted that way in a social situation, but then again, it was a long time since she had been left feeling so flatfooted during a conversation.|
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"I...guess not?" Kri responded to the halfling's silence with another nervous look, momentarily wondering if he'd said something wrong. Was Ops an insult of some kind in Ineloo's culture? Did she know someone with the name Ops who'd done her some sort of traumatic harm? True, neither were very likely, but Oxana and Sarkh had told him tales of incidents even stranger than such, sparked by a single, seemingly innocuous word. "Did I say something wrong?" he decided to try and be direct about it rather than attempt a subject change. While personally he'd have much preferred to skirt around something potentially sensitive, it had been drilled into him more than enough times by now that the best way to solve a problem was most often clear and candid communication... |
"Um, no. Sorry, I was just trying to figure out who Ops was. I'm not normally this gauche you know..."
She looked around again, trying to see if she could spot some writing somewhere that she might understand. She had generally found that those who could read and write were fond of leaving signs around to give others directions. Maybe this Ops character would be able to explain more about the spell that had brought her here, although Kri seemed to be a very knowledgeable fellow.
"Would he know when I can get to City Hall? I'd at least like to try starting on the right side of the law for this place..." She smiled up at the lizard man in a way that he would hopefully consider winning, "What did you mean about your captain finding things irritating? I guess she prefers people not to dance around the issues at hand?"
"Don't go away mad, just go away..." The best line Clint never said.
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Having witnessed the absorbing woman electrocute herself into a living ball of energy and then survive his fire blasts, Jacub decided on changing up his play. He had now in his arms, a part of what he wanted anyway. Just then the back doors to the Pocket D van flung open but nobody was visible by it. He turned around and saw a man spouting prayer before flying at him, weapons at the ready. With police, fire crews and four maybe five people now joining the fray, Jacub felt the fight was fast becoming overcrowded. He leapt out of the preacher's collision path and leapt again onto the nearest building. With incredible agility and speed, he bounded away, flickering from rooftop to rooftop like living flames. He went on, escaping with the police detective singed and boiling under his burning arms.
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Was she ready to let the man escape so easily with another hostage in tow, another life about to be taken for reasons still left unexplained? Was she hell.
With one hand still holding the extinguisher, she quickly pulled her smartphone from her pocket and launched what could have been considered an app via the magically-altered device's screen. Derek, feeling defeated when his opponent appeared to have decided it wiser to live to fight another day, slipped his scabbard back onto his belt as his partner carefully waved the phone's camera over the burning man's trajectory in the hopes of getting some kind of magical trail to follow, much to the wanderer's bafflement.
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
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++Primary Team Leader; In Critical situation. Compromise of location and technology; unacceptable. Compromise of one unit; acceptable losses. Enacting contingency counter-measures++
While the Tanker still struggled against the Demon, something else was obviously going on. There was a sudden surge of energy readings inside the helms armour plating before, with a sudden crack and a large Boom the helmet detonated, exploding violently in the Demons face and mouth, and liquifying the contents. It's previous owners body instantly went limp.
The other Protectors exchanged glances.
"Assuming field command," the clawed Scrapper snapped a split second later.
"Roger roger," came the reply.
Turning away, the woman took a flying leap onto one of Luca's tentacles and, as the PPD forces aimed away from her, charged upward to get to grips with the 'pilot' of the massive sea creature, claws drawn and ready.
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The man with the sword-bayonets followed onto the roof in one massive jump, but he simply stood and watched as Jacub fled.
"Hhph...Well. Stranger and stranger begets the night," he mused, before sliding the blades back out of sight. "Interestin'...."
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High above the man with the sword-bayonets, the roar of SWAT helicopters filled the air, dicing through the night sky and leaving behind a gust of violent winds. With the life of one of their own in serious jeopardy, all the stops had been pulled. The full force of the boys in blue came bearing down upon the fleeing arsonist, giving chase and leaving a clear trail of sirens to follow. Police cars darted through the late night traffic, tracking the fiery man as he leapt on, hostage in hand.| Was she ready to let the man escape so easily with another hostage in tow?.. Was she hell... waved the phone's camera over the burning man's trajectory in the hopes of getting some kind of magical trail to follow, much to the wanderer's bafflement. / The man with the sword-bayonets followed onto the roof in one massive jump, but he simply stood and watched as Jacub fled. "Hhph...Well. Stranger and stranger begets the night," he mused... |
"Come on tell me!" screamed Jacub, punching his hostage in the face with boiling fists of fire while flying in mid-jump. "You and I need to have a little chat about where my brother's weapons are being kept. And if you're going to be difficult then we'll need somewhere away from all these cops and 'heroes', somewhere private. Problem is... with my magic, I can only teleport to a place with the residual energy from an active portal near it. The portal that started all of this and that van are both too close and your Town Hall is swarming with do-gooders. So once again... where else can I look to find a SAFE PORTAL TO USE?!" he yelled.
His rage resurfacing, he smashes his hostage angrily into a brick wall mid-jump. The man instantly passes out. "Great!" he spat, stopping on a rooftop to throw the detective into the walls of a chimney. That was all the luck the helicopter needed to get a clear shot. It descended from the clouds and weaved in among the abandoned high rises. Without warning, it ascended into Jacub's view, unloading a hail of bullets from the chopper-mounted Gatling gun. Swiftly, Jacub moved to evade. The unrelenting SWAT and other motoring cops pulled up and quickly scaled the fire escapes leading up to the roofs. The chase had just begun.
Ildela stopped as the guy she'd been about to backstab rather abruptly turned and fled. "Coward!", she yelled after him, before taking off in pursuit. Aside from the yell she remained all but undetectable to normal senses, so while she probably tipped him off to someone following him he still wouldn't be able to see her and thus deterring her pursuit would be reasonably unlikely if he tried at all. If his hearing was any good though he might hear the stalker's irritable mutterings about his lack of conviction and other such failings.
The other Ildela on the other hand stayed right where she was, trying to pursue the fleeing Jacub in her current condition would be suicide. Almost unkillable she might be at present, but in about a minute and a half this was going to wear off and if she happened to be flying when it did she'd face a long fall and a very sudden stop. So instead she turned to the Outsider, who she suspected might already have had the same idea she was about to suggest but she'd suggest it anyway just in case. "Hey, that thing teleports, right?", she asked in a decidedly different voice. Like an old record that plays more static than actual sound, it was just barely understandable. "Think you could teleport that cop he ran off with back here?"
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Meanwhile back with the pursuit, Ildela pulled up sharply as she very nearly ran into a rapidly ascending helicopter after Jacub stopped for whatever reason and she went back to the original plan of stabbing him, repeatedly as necessary. The chopper it seemed was on her side, so to speak, as it opened fire on the flaming man the instant it had a clear shot. Figuring there wasn't much support she could give to the fight with that hail of bullets in the way of her getting close without being seen, she instead focused on the detective he'd carelessly thrown aside.
"Never let go of the hostage, that's just asking them to shoot you...", she muttered as she flew in to land right beside the guy. Her cloak of course failed the instant she tried to pick him up, she could only keep herself invisible and another person in direct contact inevitably caused problems with that. Should Jacub happen to glance over in that direction, he might very well recognise the woman attempting to make off with his hostage while he wasn't looking as the same one who killed his brother. Or at least as the one who delivered the final blow.
[Admin] Emperor Marcus Cole: STOP!
[Admin] Emperor Marcus Cole: WAIT ONE SECOND!
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Seeing others give chase, the man in the long coat grinned, taking a running jump on the next roof. The sheer distance he could cover in one bound suggested a strength above that of the average human. He grinned as he gave chase, the bayonets hissing out once more.
"And ne'er can ye flee in the sight o' the Lord, when we art his agents."
The helicopter and Jacub came into view.
"Should we kill, and cry Amen, the world will slip into its rightful place."
Boots left concrete, the figure launching himself forward, blades poised.
"We are the divine instrument, the fist o' the Lord. We are punishment, wielded wi' his love an' his fury! A-men!"
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Having noted the collateral issue in this City Ethan held fire, also his invisible new chum might be in the way..
Instead he opted to move right and find a safe roof top to scan the area with and see what was really occurring.
Once in place he kept a wide pair of eyes watching developments , while making sure he had a firm bead on the bad guy.
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Jacub's eyes did fall upon the woman and instantly, he thanked his God. "Great is the Lord, for He hath delivered onto me the killer of Esua." Blinded by rage, he discarded all caution and moved slowly towards the de-cloaked killer. All the while being pierced by rounds from both the police chopper and those positioned on the fire escapes and surrounding rooftops. Unfortunately, it seemed to do him no damage, instead fuelling his ever-growing aura of magical flames.| Should Jacub glance over... he might very well recognise the woman attempting to make off with his hostage as the same one who killed his brother. |
"How sweet the taste of vengeance upon mine tongue" he continued, closing in on the woman and the now waking police detective. "The blood boils to cut you open murderer! And at mine hands shall thee feel the true wrath of a Soldier of the Most High." With that, his pace quickened into a full-speed charge.
Suddenly, he formed within his hands a great big flaming sword with which he proceeded to thrust at the woman's belly. "Y-AAAAAAAAAH!" he bellowed, his fiery aura suddenly expanding into a full blown explosion that caught the distant helicopter by surprise. Panicked, the pilot tried his best to retreat.
Seeing that shooting was not a good choice Ethan rapidly swapped his gun for a large knife, a dull metal bladed combat knife, its bland nature only broken by the thin lettering scratched into the left-hand side of the blade, however one would have to get too close for comfort to read the single word ..STABHAPPY.
Ethan took half a pace back and in a flat run leaped across to land mere feet from Jacob, his Winterized T-51b Power armor helmet making Vadar like breathing sounds, no sneak attack here just a full on assault , the knife flashed and struck out at Jacub as Ethan fell deep into his combat trance (( VATS ))..
Just off to the left a trench coated figure became real and in a fluid motion raised a long barrelled .44 and fired, a Mysterious projectile left the gun and moved across reality towards Jacub
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The pilot was sat, cross legged, at the apex of the red fleshy summit that was the giant octopuss head, barley visible and tangible vortex of water swirling around her armoured form. It was clear she noticed the approaching protector but didnt deign to give it any particular notice, instead keeping her focus (At least obviously) on controlling Lusca.|
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Turning away, the woman took a flying leap onto one of Luca's tentacles and, as the PPD forces aimed away from her, charged upward to get to grips with the 'pilot' of the massive sea creature, claws drawn and ready.
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You know Mirel stated in a calm almost flat tone, That if you pull me into a fight, there is going to be a very angry octopus rampaging beyond control right here
Her expression changed as a smirk steadily worked its way onto her face, voice becoming a little more playful.
Well not completely beyond control, it will still be loyal to and try to help its new mistress, just so you know that is, really want to unleash this thing on your city and trio of comrades like that?
Mirel wasnt stupid enough to rely on the better judgment of someone whose comrades head exploded to try and get the better of a demon however, and so had subtly prepared herself, bracing to leap over and behind the protector as it lunged towards her, slicing her own claws through the Protectors back while bringing an armour shattering knee to the featureless helmet.
Or at least that was her plan, for now she watched and waited for her opponent to make the first move.
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The shaman returned her smile with a gentle (well, in his opinion) one of his own, giving Ineloo a pronounced bob of his head, "I apologize. Ops is a place, not a person, you know. Short for Operations. I should've been more clear. But you know, I think we can find that out there. Follow me."|
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"Would he know when I can get to City Hall? I'd at least like to try starting on the right side of the law for this place..." She smiled up at the lizard man in a way that he would hopefully consider winning, "What did you mean about your captain finding things irritating? I guess she prefers people not to dance around the issues at hand?"
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With that, Kri guided his steps through the door and into the central transit corridor that connected the barracks compartment to the other modules flanged in two parallel rows underneath the extendable cargo spine of the transport. Of course, this wasn't apparent from the inside, both the compartment containers as well as the corridor securely and seamlessly attached to one another, such that for all intents and purposes, the module-laden transport was a contiguous craft.
The clawed feet of the lavender lizardman clacked softly against the gunmetal-gray plasteel of the floor plating as the two turned toward the bow, the hexagonal holes of structure-reinforcing connectors (which were technically more for taking cover behind during an on-board firefight than actually stiffening the corridor) in the square cross-section of the hallway gradually passing astern while the Rulusian continued the conversation.
"And yes she does." he told the halfling in answer to her other question, "But I was speaking in regard to the situation on this world right now, you know. This thing with so many people from others arriving here - or more accurately, those being very antisocial about it - is causing a fair amount of chaos. People are getting hurt. And you know, she might not not like humans much, but she's a good person, and there isn't any way she'd just sit by and watch it happen."
A few doors forward, near the bow end of the corridor, they re-entered the portside module row and stepped into what even the most technologically inexperienced soul could easily identify as a nerve center. The compartment was darkened, but the luminance of the many monitor banks and holodisplays provided more than enough light to see clearly - especially that of the projection of the Earth that floated above the main chart table in the center of the 'room'.
Indeed, the personnel all about certainly didn't seem to have any trouble seeing as they worked diligently to efficiently direct the flow of information inbound in the form of everything from traffic cameras to satellite feeds, and acting upon when and where there came the need. They came in a variety of shapes and sizes, not to mention colors, but that didn't seem to matter here, for though they belonged to a number of distinctly different species and were marked by clear anatomical variations, they all worked toward the same goals. Still, none of them were human, which resulted in Ineloo's entry gathering noticeable attention from a few.
A Caldok soldier locked the halfling in his sights with cautious eyes, the tiny bristles of his earthen-hued, boar-like hide just as on edge as the marksman himself, a four-fingered hand instinctively laid against the grip of his sidearm. Over by a touchscreen console, an orange-skinned Tsaigon flanked by two sea-green Tasivs looked to Ineloo with curious wonder in his eyes.
The most direct attention, however, came from the Tsaiv that stood just before the mismatched-looking pair of halfling and lizardman. However, the latter's eyes saw a distinctly different image than the former's, for Kri knew very well the stout, relentless soldier that hid beneath the skin of the presently so harmless-looking Oxana Kalkartova, the Captain having relinquished her battle armor in favor of a simple, amethyst-colored gown that fell softly and gently over her viridian-hued form.
"There you are." her Slavic accent greeted the two with the same calm neutrality that stood in her face, "Good. I recall you wanted to register as a hero with the officials of this city...?"
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While the Tanker still struggled against the Demon, something else was obviously going on. There was a sudden surge of energy readings inside the helms armour plating before, with a sudden crack and a large Boom the helmet detonated, exploding violently in the Demons face and mouth, and liquifying the contents. It's previous owners body instantly went limp.
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If it had been angry before, now the demon was just plain-old ticked. The fissures of its cracked, pockmarked visage gleamed with malevolent, ice-blue fire, and the flesh of its mouth oozed forth that tar-like black blood which dripped viscously onto the ground like crude oil as it advanced on the closest Protector, the chilling embrace of its aura reaching for the vat-grown super even as a massive, hooked sword of hellfrost swiftly coalesced into being within the demon's claws...
"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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"If only..." the Outsider sighed, waiting for a result from the phone. "This thing has a tendency to go Deus Ex Machina on me only when it pleases. Every other time, like now, it's up to me to work out how to use it. And it looks like I can only get -us- to -him- rather than the other way around. Did I mention I hate wizards?"|
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The other Ildela on the other hand stayed right where she was, trying to pursue the fleeing Jacub in her current condition would be suicide. Almost unkillable she might be at present, but in about a minute and a half this was going to wear off and if she happened to be flying when it did she'd face a long fall and a very sudden stop. So instead she turned to the Outsider, who she suspected might already have had the same idea she was about to suggest but she'd suggest it anyway just in case. "Hey, that thing teleports, right?", she asked in a decidedly different voice. Like an old record that plays more static than actual sound, it was just barely understandable. "Think you could teleport that cop he ran off with back here?"
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And then the device started bleeping.
"Gotcha!" she beamed. The smartphone had instantly begun drawing out a filled wireframe map of Kings Row, its appearance of glittery, wobbly lines looking as if the image was conjured by a certain popular teen wizard while speaking quasi-Latin. Then several golden arcs formed onto the 3D image to map out the burning man's path away from here.
"I hope that means we're going to leap to -him-." Derek growled. "The man's got to answer for incinerating a..."
"We are, Derek," the Outsider cut in, abruptly storming over to the wanderer and pressing the smartphone into his free palm before turning her attention back to Ildela, At that very moment the first signs of the dark cloud formed around their feet and then she offered a hand to her. "You're free to join us if you like. I think we could all use the help we can get stopping this nutbar before he winds up burning this whole area to the ground just fleeing us."
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It instantly dropped to the ground as well, the suddenly very slack-jawed demon staggering back with a raucous bellow of pain, pick-black blood spattering upon the concrete of the wharf along with a shower of frost-trailing shivers of porous bone. The pale-blue luminance of the demon's chilling nimbus mixed with the vapors of its steaming blood as the beast swayed and roared. But it didn't go down. If it had been angry before, now the demon was just plain-old ticked. The fissures of its cracked, pockmarked visage gleamed with malevolent, ice-blue fire, and the flesh of its mouth oozed forth that tar-like black blood which dripped viscously onto the ground like crude oil as it advanced on the closest Protector, the chilling embrace of its aura reaching for the vat-grown super even as a massive, hooked sword of hellfrost swiftly coalesced into being within the demon's claws... |
His companion went to do the same, but paused and looked up as a shadow eclipsed her.
With a wet and sickly sounding SPLAT one of Lusca's flailing tentacles descended, landing on the Protector like a swat on a bug. There was little chance of a battle tank surviving such a blow, let alone something humanoid and non-Invulnerable.
Now there were only three Protectors and a handful of SWAT left; the battle was fast claiming it's casualties. The numbers seemed set to dwindle even more, however, as the Protectors exchanged a glance, before suddenly moving away, the two on the ground (or Octopus) taking to the sky and regrouping, before fleeing towards the War Wall gate. Below them, the SWAT fell back to the vans, aiming to make a getaway the same way.
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The other man moved to intercept him, his bayonets clashing together in the form of a silver cross, not dissimilar to the one that hung from his neck.|
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Jacub's eyes did fall upon the woman and instantly, he thanked his God. "Great is the Lord, for He hath delivered onto me the killer of Esua." Blinded by rage, he discarded all caution and moved slowly towards the de-cloaked killer. All the while being pierced by rounds from both the police chopper and those positioned on the fire escapes and surrounding rooftops. Unfortunately, it seemed to do him no damage, instead fuelling his ever-growing aura of magical flames.
"How sweet the taste of vengeance upon mine tongue" he continued, closing in on the woman and the now waking police detective. "The blood boils to cut you open murderer! And at mine hands shall thee feel the true wrath of a Soldier of the Most High." With that, his pace quickened into a full-speed charge. Suddenly, he formed within his hands a great big flaming sword with which he proceeded to thrust at the woman's belly. "Y-AAAAAAAAAH!" he bellowed, his fiery aura suddenly expanding into a full blown explosion that caught the distant helicopter by surprise. Panicked, the pilot tried his best to retreat. |
"Ye claim t'be a Soldier of the Most High? An Agent of Divine Punishment?" he asked with a manic grin, hissing slightly between his teeth. "Ye'll have t'prove that t'me, ya burnin' freak!"
The man swung, blades flashing in the moonlight.
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"God save us all from religious nutcases", Ildela muttered, leaving the injured detective and standing to meet Jacub's charge. The two energy blades found their way back into her hands and she shifted into a distinctly defensive stance.| "How sweet the taste of vengeance upon mine tongue" he continued, closing in on the woman and the now waking police detective. "The blood boils to cut you open murderer! And at mine hands shall thee feel the true wrath of a Soldier of the Most High." With that, his pace quickened into a full-speed charge. |
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"Sounds like a plan to me", Ildela replied, following her over to Derek and taking her hand. In her current non-physical state there was of course no actual force to her grip. The contact instead produced a warm tingly feeling that'd send shivers up the spine, but was otherwise harmless.
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On a rooftop close to where all the action took place, another cloud formed just on the very edge, spawning the trio in the flash of light that followed soon after.
Just in time to spot an oncoming explosion headed straight for them.
"GET DOWN!!" the Outsider and Derek yelled in unison. The Outsider complied with her own orders without fail. Derek, on the other hand, reacted differently. Rather than take cover he opted to make it. Swirling his longsword around in his hand so that the blade pointed downward to the ground, the wanderer brought himself to one knee, held the weapon out in front of him and started drawing power from the universe once more. Rather than build it up like before, though, he immediately release it through the blade, causing a thin and barely visible barrier to flicker into existence before it. A concave rectangle of Force large enough to - hopefully - keep the explosion from engulfing the three.
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
Max: "Me too."
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The police helicopter spiralled away, struggling to cope with it's burning tail that had caught fire from the explosion. "Hendricks, what the hell are you doing? Hold still and lemme waste this guy!" yelled the gunman, clutching on to his mounted machine gun. "Mulligan" replied Hendricks, "I know the freak just killed your old man but I gotta save this chopper. That gun of yours ain't authorised to be on here and if we go down, we'll definitely have to answer for it." The pilot continued, flying off into the night. But the young Mulligan wasn't ready to quit. He strapped his gun to his arm and leapt out of the chopper, landing onto a nearby rooftop with a controlled roll. Without pause, he opened fire at the burning terrorist, adding to a stream of other attacks by those nearby.| Ethan in a flat run leaped across to land mere feet from Jacob, his Winterized T-51b Power armor helmet making Vadar like breathing sounds, no sneak attack here just a full on assault, the knife flashed and struck out at Jacub... / ...a trench coated figure became real... raised a long barrelled .44 and fired, a Mysterious projectile left the gun and moved across reality towards Jacub... / "Ye claim t'be a Soldier of the Most High? ...Ye'll have t'prove that t'me, ya burnin' freak!" The man swung, blades flashing in the moonlight... / ...the explosion had achieved better results than the sword... she was somewhat charred almost all over... "Well that was entirely uncalled for." |
At the epicentre, the fight momentarily appeared to be turning. Jacub's rage left him blind to all other attacks but the charred form of the enemy before him, the woman who had ultimately killed his brother. The knife attack from an armoured man landed, piercing through Jacub's his fiery armour and impaling him at the point of impact. Almost simultaneously, a mysterious projectile followed through, entering Jacub's sphere and causing great damage. The prayer-sprouting attacker would likely also have landed his bladed strike. Young special weapons officer James Mulligan continued to fire on the target, but his common bullets failed to breach the still sustaining fiery aura. In fact, it only served to feed it more heat.
"RAAAAAAAH!" screamed Jacub, absorbing nearby energy to heal himself and further increase his fury and power. Following the fiery embrace, Jacub built up more power and without warning, exploded once again in a burning circle with his fiery sword. The inferno blazed on, a burn patch latching to the building tops and spreading downwards, causing the glass windows to shatter outwards. The fire continued uncontrolled, consuming the building brick by brick like a Steel Canyon fire. The waking detective writhed in excruciating pain as the living fire crawled over his skin, burning him from the outside in. Jacub was now visibly fuming, smoke billowed angrily from his nostrils. "Your common blades shall not stop me, your guns will not harm me" he growled, again bearing down on the woman. "The living flames of my anger shall consume you all, for GREAT is my RIGHTEOUS FURY!" With that, he struck the woman again with his fire.
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Originally Posted by Techbot Alpha
[...] as the Protectors exchanged a glance, before suddenly moving away, the two on the ground (or Octopus) taking to the sky and regrouping, before fleeing towards the War Wall gate.
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The air about the fleeing Protector chilled to abominable temperatures in less than the blink of a human eye, frost crackling into being from seemingly nowhere as the demon attempted to hold the man fast in a block of ice that froze both body and soul...
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With that, he struck the woman again with his fire.
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Without so much as a measly little speck of warning, a great deluge suddenly fell from overhead, sheets of rain so thick they were very nearly contiguous. They bent sight and blurred sound, prattling onto the rooftop with such ferocity that several centimeters of water rose above the concrete before the sudden flood even began to tumble off the building on all sides, washing down the walls in wide, foaming falls on its way to spatter upon the streets below.
Jacub's fiery strike at Ildela discorporated into the same steamy mist that billowed from the suddenly squelched fires all about, leaving the woman unscathed, if probably quite wet. Worst of all however, at least for the fire-slinging madman, the monsoon that befell him was downright freezing, both numbing his body to severely slow his movements and drastically reducing his fiery aura's ability to defend its master and resist the harm that others intended to do unto him. Indeed, weakened as Jacub had been by now, perhaps the freezing rain even drowned his fire out completely.
But whether it did or not, one thing was certain: he was the only one thus affected. Everyone else on the building (and some of the adjoining structures, as the heavy rain reached quite far) may have found themselves wet, but more in a soothing, freshening fashion than the freezing rain that inundated Jacub. Indeed, as the force of the sky's flood let up some a scant few seconds later, reducing the torrential downpour to a shower of much more average proportions, the steam that had arisen from the smothered fires seemed almost alive, streaming about and enveloping all but the maddened zealot, partially concealing their forms in a steamy mist that wafted protectively about their bodies, ready and willing to absorb further flames that might be thrown their way.
Jacub, however, was not left without a gift of his own. Along with the freezing rain, he also received a fat fish that flopped summarily toward his face.
But while being slapped with a fish would probably add insult to injury regarding his person, even if the fish missed, it was still a valuable clue as to what the heck had just happened to anybody else.
For the water was salty.
And as the heavy black clouds that really should've preceded the rain finally thickened above, a flicker of sheet lightning cast night to day for just the briefest of moments, and thrust the obsidian silhouette of the instigator into the eyes of Jacub, as well as any others who currently happened to have the next building behind Ildela in their view.
Sarkh.
And in the very spirit of the words 'There's something horrible behind me, isn't there?', the huge dragon stood in utter silence on all fours, regarding Jacub with those amber eyes that normally held such light, such warmth, but now gave cold voice to naught but disapproval and disgust...
"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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Drenched through and with water driving off the glowing silver bayonets, the other zealous fighter stood and laughed, pausing only to push his glasses back up his face.
"Well well, even other spawn see fit t'bring you down," he leered as she scraped both blades tips along the ground, concrete and metal screeching together. "I suggest you give up or die. No ones comin' te save ye, no one can save ye from me," he added. "Ye take the name of the Lord...and ah find ye wantin'."
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GG, I would tell you that "I am killing you with my mind", but I couldn't find an emoticon to properly express my sentiment.
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NOTE: The Incarnate System is basically farming for IOs on a larger scale, and with more obtrusive lore.
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Indepedance Port, Quayside, A few moments ago
Mirel had to blink a few times, it seems the enemy had taken her advice and was pulling back; this would certainly make a unique entry into the archives at the House of Bells alright. She could quite easily pursue and probably utterly crush them
but long term goals would be better suited if she was magnanimous in victory.
So it was that the raging Lusca almost instantly grew calm, and steadily slipped off the quayside and with quite the thunderous splash returned to its watery home, to lurk on the bottom until called for, or at least thats what Mirel hoped would happen.
Pushing off the beasts head and into the surrounding water for a bit of a victory swim (At a pace that would make many athletes jealous) the Dynast couldnt help but notice something off in the water currents, it was as if someone had pulled a plug somewhere. A glance around revealed an almost unnoticeable shimmering portal in the depths, indeed Mirel herself wouldnt have noticed it, if she hadnt seen a fish that second get sucked through.
Curious as to who was draining the water, and to what purpose, added to the fact it was a potential route back to the nice sane world of Creation was all the motivation she needed to swim straight through it.
Kings Row, Battlesite, Now
Which in retrospect wasnt the best idea, as in addition to the pouring rain and a Fish it suddenly decided to rain a Dynast, a very surprised Mirel tumbling out of the air and onto the roof of the building with a large splash and the sound of a roof cracking slightly under the impact.
Not that this seemed to put her off though, a second later she was back on her feet, looking over the unusual sight of the collected combatants.
Well what a fine mess Ive found myself in, out of the forest fire and into the volcano
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Doused, dripping wet and freezing cold, Jacub stared intently at the dragon, as though wishing looks could kill. Then he received a highly humiliating flopping-fish-to-the-face attack. A moment passed where he paused to consider his shame. Then he thought about his now utterly vulnerable position; counter-powered and surrounded by the enemy. Cautiously, he reached for his shield and then stopped to recalculate the risks of continuing his mission, suicidal as it may now be. No. That wouldn't be very smart. His brother's death would have to be avenged in another way and another time. Which left him with only one remaining option; retreat to replan.| Without so much as a measly little speck of warning, a great deluge suddenly fell from overhead, sheets of rain so thick they were very nearly contiguous... for the fire-slinging madman, the monsoon that befell him was downright freezing... he also received a fat fish that flopped summarily toward his face... the obsidian silhouette of... Sarkh. The huge dragon stood in utter silence on all fours, regarding Jacub with those amber eyes that... gave cold voice to naught but disapproval and disgust. / ...a very surprised Mirel tumbling out of the air and onto the roof of the building with a large splash and the sound of a roof cracking slightly under the impact. |
With a smoking sigh of frustrated defeat Jacub allowed his teleportation spell to swallow him whole, immediately re-entering the theatres of Atlas Park. Unfortunately, he was welcomed by a very painful brightly-coloured, white-gloved fist. Darkness followed and soon he would regain consciousness and wake to the dingy de-powering steel prisons of Brickstown's Ziggursky Penitentiary.
Meanwhile back in King's Row. SWAT officer James Mulligan approached the superpowered crowd. A stern look on his face. "Cross-departmental radio chatter confirms your man's been taken down. You defeated him and he ran straight into a Freedom Phalanx officer stationed in Atlas Park." Mulligan paused and turned his gaze towards the medics team now seeing to his father's partner, Detective Dean Doyle. It was as he'd feared; the old man had fought hard to survive but didn't make it. He'd been completely incinerated inside and out beyond recognition.
"My name's James Mulligan. Word is you guys are Mechano's refugees, correct? By your doing or not, you've brought enough trouble to our world this night alone, don't you think? Body count's closing in on four-oh." James looked tearful, his sobbing words betraying the strength of character otherwise suggested by his heavily armed SWAT attire. "How's about y'all just round yourselves up, go back to Mechano and head on home to where y'all came from. Hmm?" Too upset to even listen, the young man quietly turned and walked away.
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Ineloo tore her attention away from the interesting looking panels and lights and focused on the captain, "Yes please. I understand that's how someone like me can get a little freedom around here." She frowned a little, "I don't understand why the Watch here objected to people dealing with that crazy priest; back home we would have been thanked and most likely given an award."|
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"There you are." her Slavic accent greeted the two with the same calm neutrality that stood in her face, "Good. I recall you wanted to register as a hero with the officials of this city...?"
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She looked around again curiously. The halfling was clearly desperate to continue her barrage of questions with anyone who was willing to answer her. She held her tongue though, knowing that this captain was not a woman to cross, and besides, much could be learned by simple observation. There was one thing she had to say though: "Your dress is very pretty, Captain. Do you know if I could get something similar on this world?"
"Don't go away mad, just go away..." The best line Clint never said.
#406785 - Assisting the PPD
Independance Port, Quayside
Why dont you just be good mortals and die already! Came the annoyed voice from atop Lusca.
As if in tune with its rider, the giant octopus raged, bringing its tentacles down to flatten into the quayside before sweeping them along, smashing through crates, warehouses and hopefully either crushing or sweeping the annoying SWAT team away.
The Protectors though needed something a bit more powerful flung their way, and so reaching out to the waters edge, another tentacle picked up someones private boat. Along with a powerful spray of ink it was hurled at the Protector team, hopefully both it and the powerful Ink burst would manage something.