How Far One Goes St Martial (Monday, May 16th, 2011)
The streets of the gambling city within Rogue Isles echoed with the late night life. Cars drove down the lit streets, and all around, things were normal. One figure, hair as black as night and eyes of bright green, moved through the streets at their own pace. The figure was dressed up in a black and blood red police outfit, with dark blue jeans and black impervium boots. His green eyes darted around the area a bit, as if the figure was waiting for someone. The pace increased a little bit, but no one seemed to care. As the figure turned a corner, there was a man waiting for the person. Said man smiled as his prey turned the corner. Magic swirled up the man's body as armor appeared, the eyes of a beast glowing as the man took a step forward.
With a cold, menacing voice he spoke to the figure before him.
Surprised, Christopher?
Earlier...
In a pocket dimension sat a floating base. This base played home to twelve figures, friends and allies who fought together to keep Paragon City and in the end The Earth safe, and they were all relaxing minus one. One figure, hair as black as night, moved through the halls until he reached the computer room. His face was void of emotions, as he strode over to his target.
The man grunted as he sat down before DAMOCLES, a high tech computer created by his friend, simply known as Trick. He watched as DAMOCLES turned on, and began to sift through a disk that he had put into DAMOCLES. His green eyes watched as the three screens sifted through the files and kept certain ones up. His eyes narrowed as he read across certain files, his lips turning down into a frown. He gripped the hard metal of the keyboard desk and stood up, pushing the chair back. He turned tail, moving through the halls of the building as he basically stormed into the room where his companions chattered, trying to relax. He slammed his hands down upon the coffee table that some feet rested on.
We have a major problem on our hands, suit up and meet me in the teleportation bay.
With that, twelve figures shot straight up and traversed through the base to get prepared.
Back to the present...
Christopher's eyes narrowed as magic began to encase him too, but he was too slow. The man before him flung forward, smashing into him. This collision caused both men to fly back into another alley, crashing into the hard earth enough to leave a trail in the concrete. The man, now pinning him down, smiled as he began to place pressure upon Christopher's arms and legs. It seemed the man was attempting to break them while he was still in human form.
Not...happening...today!
At those words, dark magic exploded from Christopher, flinging the man up and away a few feet, as the magic also drew over Christopher, changing his form as he picked himself up. Instead of the police outfit, Christopher was now fully garbed in his shaman outfit, the one that was a tribute to Baron Samedi. The red trench-coat, the white leather shirt, tattered pants and all. His red gaze stared at the man , who was now picking himself up from the ground. The two stared at each other, before lunging for each other. Dark magic and brutal strength smashed into one another as the two met one another in punches and kicks. The two were locked in fierce combat, as they smashed each other into the streets until they reached the beaches, which was Christopher's goal.
Come on, Hexstone. Is this really the best you can give after all this time?
You are confident, perhaps too confident, Christopher.
Christopher grinned as he shifted his battle stance as Hexstone smiled at him. Hexstone shifted into an stance that seemed off for a being of Hexstone's nature. Christopher's eyes darted across Hexstone's stance, trying to figure it out quickly. However, Hexstone gave him no time as he shot forward and caught him off-guard with a destructive uppercut.
As Christopher crashed into the ground, Hexstone landed by him with six other figures landing around him. Christopher's eyes widened as he recognized the six that had joined Hexstone.
You seem to make enemies quite easily, Christopher.
Christopher, however, reacted quickly by slamming into Hexstone, only to leap away and dash away.
However, he had forgotten the powers that one of his enemies had.
To prove that point, a claw of molten lava slashed him right across the face as he came to a stop, trying to turn to prepare for any incoming attack.
St Martial (Monday, May 16th, 2011)
The streets of the gambling city within Rogue Isles echoed with the late night life. Cars drove down the lit streets, and all around, things were normal. One figure, hair as black as night and eyes of bright green, moved through the streets at their own pace. The figure was dressed up in a black and blood red police outfit, with dark blue jeans and black impervium boots. His green eyes darted around the area a bit, as if the figure was waiting for someone. The pace increased a little bit, but no one seemed to care. As the figure turned a corner, there was a man waiting for the person. Said man smiled as his prey turned the corner. Magic swirled up the man's body as armor appeared, the eyes of a beast glowing as the man took a step forward.
With a cold, menacing voice he spoke to the figure before him.
Surprised, Christopher?
Earlier...
In a pocket dimension sat a floating base. This base played home to twelve figures, friends and allies who fought together to keep Paragon City and in the end The Earth safe, and they were all relaxing minus one. One figure, hair as black as night, moved through the halls until he reached the computer room. His face was void of emotions, as he strode over to his target.
The man grunted as he sat down before DAMOCLES, a high tech computer created by his friend, simply known as Trick. He watched as DAMOCLES turned on, and began to sift through a disk that he had put into DAMOCLES. His green eyes watched as the three screens sifted through the files and kept certain ones up. His eyes narrowed as he read across certain files, his lips turning down into a frown. He gripped the hard metal of the keyboard desk and stood up, pushing the chair back. He turned tail, moving through the halls of the building as he basically stormed into the room where his companions chattered, trying to relax. He slammed his hands down upon the coffee table that some feet rested on.
We have a major problem on our hands, suit up and meet me in the teleportation bay.
With that, twelve figures shot straight up and traversed through the base to get prepared.
Back to the present...
Christopher's eyes narrowed as magic began to encase him too, but he was too slow. The man before him flung forward, smashing into him. This collision caused both men to fly back into another alley, crashing into the hard earth enough to leave a trail in the concrete. The man, now pinning him down, smiled as he began to place pressure upon Christopher's arms and legs. It seemed the man was attempting to break them while he was still in human form.
Not...happening...today!
At those words, dark magic exploded from Christopher, flinging the man up and away a few feet, as the magic also drew over Christopher, changing his form as he picked himself up. Instead of the police outfit, Christopher was now fully garbed in his shaman outfit, the one that was a tribute to Baron Samedi. The red trench-coat, the white leather shirt, tattered pants and all. His red gaze stared at the man , who was now picking himself up from the ground. The two stared at each other, before lunging for each other. Dark magic and brutal strength smashed into one another as the two met one another in punches and kicks. The two were locked in fierce combat, as they smashed each other into the streets until they reached the beaches, which was Christopher's goal.
Come on, Hexstone. Is this really the best you can give after all this time?
You are confident, perhaps too confident, Christopher.
Christopher grinned as he shifted his battle stance as Hexstone smiled at him. Hexstone shifted into an stance that seemed off for a being of Hexstone's nature. Christopher's eyes darted across Hexstone's stance, trying to figure it out quickly. However, Hexstone gave him no time as he shot forward and caught him off-guard with a destructive uppercut.
As Christopher crashed into the ground, Hexstone landed by him with six other figures landing around him. Christopher's eyes widened as he recognized the six that had joined Hexstone.
You seem to make enemies quite easily, Christopher.
Christopher, however, reacted quickly by slamming into Hexstone, only to leap away and dash away.
However, he had forgotten the powers that one of his enemies had.
To prove that point, a claw of molten lava slashed him right across the face as he came to a stop, trying to turn to prepare for any incoming attack.
"Get him."