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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2018 11:11:41 GMT -4
There was a military event going on in town. Normally, something like this would not interest Alaster at all. However, he decided to come check the place out anyway. Alaster was hoping to improve his close combat capabilities and learn how to use a gun better, which was why this event did not just fly under his radar. In truth, he was ill-suited for fighting up close. He usually preferred using his crows to attack from afar, or better yet, torturing his victims rather than engage in actual combat. Alaster needed to remedy this as soon as possible. If he wanted to one day take over the gang he worked for, or at least not suck at fighting as much, then he needed to improve, and fast.
Alaster wore a more casual outfit over his usual attire. He was wearing a thin long-sleeved black jacket over a white t-shirt, gray jeans, and white sneakers. His hair was combed back, and his usually squinted eyes were open, giving off a friendly vibe. He was here in his civilian persona of Harry R. Krowe, so if anyone recognized him, they would see him as the reclusive author rather than the crazy villain Crowley.
Making his way toward the shooting range, Alaster watched as other people aimed at targets with paintball guns. Most of them were inaccurate with their shots, some were decent, one person was very good at hitting his target consistently, and another person was just plain awful. That person had fired, but his aim was way off. Some of the people there were laughing at him. Alaster did not care, though. He was here to fix his own faults, not laugh at the faults of others.
Alaster then noticed that next to the shooting range was an obstacle course of some kind. He saw a few people shooting at targets while trying to avoid various obstacles and hazards. Curiosity began to well up inside him. Perhaps this course would be interesting to try out. While the shooting range was fine, the obstacle course could do more for him, testing his reflexes and agility in addition to his accuracy with a gun. Smiling, Alaster decided to give it a try.
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Post by Nick Cross on Aug 30, 2018 16:04:54 GMT -4
Nick was on a mission. Well, it was closer to two missions in one. He had grown suspicious of this event the second it had been announced – who would not? The freaking military were a red flag all on their own, but challenging Quirk users to come show off their Quirks was redder than a baboon’s backside, and Nick had seen a baboon mutant Quirker once long ago: their backsides were pretty damn red. He was determined to get a closer look and see what was truly going on here.
The other part of his mission was that he needed to train himself. He was no longer at Yuuei, so opportunities to hone his skills and Quirk in real obstacle course-like environments were limited. That was why he had arrived at this part of the event, where the shooting range was. He was more of a melee fighter, a brawler type, meaning his skills with ranged weaponry needed work. If he could improve himself with a ranged weapon then he would not need to activate his Quirk so fast, meaning he could better regulate his use of it.
He spotted an interesting looking area beside the shooting range: from what he could see, it was an obstacle course with numerous waist-high walls to hide behind which featured traps such as automatic turrets shooting paintballs.
Nick would have taken in more details about it, but then he noticed who else was approaching it – Harry R Krowe was here. It took a Jupiter-sized amount of willpower not to let out even the tiniest squeak. There were so many things Nick wanted to say to him about his newest novel, which he had kindly gifted Nick with the last time they had met at his book signing. But he could not. He was not ‘Nick Cross’ right now, noted Krowe fanboy and dragon enthusiast.
He was Sam Turner, a random unassuming tourist from England. He wore a blonde wig over his natural black hair, blue contacts to conceal his demonic red irises, fake glasses and a blonde pencil moustache to cap it all off. His clothes were simple; a plain long-sleeved shirt, belt and jeans, nothing that would draw attention at all. Yuuei had too much of a presence here, from what he had heard, though he was hardly surprised the military would want Yuuei here as the country’s first institution for training Quirkers to use their Quirks for battle. He could not afford to be recognised.
“Greetings, myself would appreciate to sign up,” he said to the person taking sign ups at a table in front of the obstacle course. Part of his disguise was broken Japanese.
All the while he tried not to glance at Krowe, which was extremely hard for the man’s number one fanboy.
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Alaster made his way to the table in front of the obstacle course, where a man was accepting sign ups. Thankfully, there was no long line to wait. The only other person there was a blonde man. He looked like a tourist. Alaster could not exactly tell what it was about this man, but something seemed...off about him. Something just seemed out of place. Alaster looked away from the blonde. Whatever was up with this person was not any of Alaster's concern. He was here to enter the obstacle course, not stare at suspicious strangers.
"Hello. I'd like to take part in this obstacle course." The man at the table looked up and nodded. He then looked surprised upon seeing Alaster's face. Did he recognize Alaster? A fan of Harry R. Krowe, perhaps? Alaster then noticed a book with a purple cover the man had been reading. He recognized it immediately. Lady in Lavender, the romance/action novel he wrote about a woman inspired by his beloved Meiko. Alaster smiled. He was always happy to see people read his books. Unbeknownst to Alaster, the man at the table was not the only fan of his books in the area.
"Ah, Mister Krowe! I'm a huge fan of your books! Uh...I mean, yes of course. And you too, mister." The man referred to the disguised Nick. "I'll bring you two some gear and then let you both in the obstacle course. I'll be right back quickly. You won't have to wait long, I promise!" The man ran off, leaving Alaster and the disguised Nick alone. Alaster could tell that the man was fanboying big time. It reminded him of Nick back at that bookstore.
While waiting for the man to return with their gear, Alaster turned to face the disguised Nick. May as well try to squeeze out a conversation instead of standing around doing nothing while waiting for the man to return. "So, you excited to try out this obstacle course as well?"
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Post by Nick Cross on Aug 31, 2018 8:16:52 GMT -4
As if Nick not squealing his head off like a pre-teen girl about being next to one of his favourite authors had been difficult before, but apparently he was not the only Krowe fan in the vicinity. Hearing the man at the table gush about Krowe made him want to join in. He managed to hold it back, although it had become even harder not to look at Krowe directly.
Especially when Krowe spoke to him. There were so many things Nick wanted to ask him now that he had read his newest novel. Was Avalar the last Knight of the Ulim Order? Did Fuju die in his fight with Hiro? How many dragons would be in the sequel?
“Myself am big excite yes,” he replied. Would Krowe recognise his voice? He spoke quietly, but Christ he prayed not.
At last the man returned with a couple of paintball guns and some vests and helmets. Nick breathed out a quiet sigh of relief as he was handed it all.
“Name is Sam Turner,” he said to the man, realising he had forgotten to give his false name before. ‘Sam Turner’ had no particular meaning; it was a random name Nick had conjured from nothing.
When the man finished writing Nick’s name down he held a hand out towards the course. “Okay, the aim of this is to see how well you Quirkers handle yourselves in a real combat scenario. The aim is to shoot as many targets as possible within the time limit while avoiding the hazards. You can use your Quirks if you have to, but only to avoid the obstacles. The time limit is three minutes. That sound fine?”
More than fine. Nick finished putting on his vest and helmet. He could do this. It was time to stop wallowing in self-pity as he had been doing ever since the incident with Rin.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2018 9:12:00 GMT -4
The "blonde" guy replied that he too was excited, though he spoke in a very strange way. His words were broken. If he didn't strike Alaster as suspicious before, he certainly did now. Speaking of words, Alaster was surprised by the man's voice. It felt...familiar. Was it someone he knew? Did they meet before? There were many people Alaster had spoken to in the past, so he could not be completely sure of this. Either way, he decided to keep an eye on this suspicious person, just in case.
The man from earlier had returned, with gear in hand. As he handed the gear to the two, the suspicious person introduced himself as Sam Turner. Definitely a foreigner from the sound of it. As Alaster put on the vest and helmet, he heard the man explain the objective in a more professional manner. So it was a timed course. All they had to do was shoot down targets and avoid hazards. Although their quirks were allowed to be used in order to avoid obstacles, Alaster doubted that his would come in handy in this particular scenario. Even if that weren't the case, one quick observation showed that there were no crows nearby for him to call on. It all came down to how well he could use the paintball gun given to him.
Alaster then looked at Sam Turner. He was curious to see what kind of quirk this person had. If it was one Alaster had seen before, then it would prove his suspicions. However, it would not necessarily be that simple. Not everyone that he had met had shown their quirk to him. Maybe this guy also had a quirk that was useless in this specific scenario. Or perhaps Alaster actually didn't know this guy at all, and he was just a weird foreigner. Either way, it didn't matter too much at the end of the day. Alaster was here to beat this course, and he was determined not to fail.
"I'm ready to get this started. Good luck, Mr. Turner!" Alaster smiled. Things would certainly get interesting soon. Even more so if Sam Turner was indeed a familiar face in disguise.
The man at the desk smiled and spoke in a cheery voice. "Best of luck to both of you!" He then grinned ominously. He seemingly completely shifted his tone and began speaking in a very quiet and unsettling voice. "Trust me, you'll both be needing it."
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Post by Nick Cross on Aug 31, 2018 15:38:36 GMT -4
“To you same,” Nick replied to Krowe when Krowe wished him good luck.
It suddenly hit Nick there and then that Krowe had seen him use his Quirk before – with the force of a tank. A million curse words exploded through his mind in rapid succession. How could he have forgotten that? He had been so preoccupied with his damn books that it had escaped his mind entirely how they had been attacked when they last met. Now what the hell did he do? He was going to have to get through this without using his Quirk somehow. Great…
The man at the desk’s ominous grin was enough to break Nick out of his thought rush temporarily. Talk about doing a complete one-eighty. One second he was kissing Krowe’s arse, the next he was like that. What in God’s name was that about? Nick felt a chill slither down his spine. He had been looking for red flags all along, and he was pretty sure that might have been one.
It was enough to give him second thoughts about entering the course, but he was no coward. If something was off here, taking on the course was the only way to find out what.
Growling quietly, Nick approached the course. Before him stretched a wide open space with waist-high walls, piled up tyres, pipes and crates scattered around to provide cover. Various turrets were also dotted about, which he knew from his brief look before were hazards that fired paintballs. He could not see any targets, however.
“Ready?” came an announcer over some speakers; probably the man at the desk. “Three – two – one – go!”
A couple of paint-splattered targets immediately popped up between some of the walls. At the same time, all of the turrets whirred into life. Nick sprinted for the nearest wall, not daring to transform despite the speed boost it gave him given Krowe’s presence. He made it and waited a second before springing up to fire at one of the targets, managing to hit it before immediately diving down behind the wall again as the nearest turret exploded into a paint storm aimed his way. The paint pounded into the back of the wall. Nick grit his teeth, waiting for it to stop firing. It was all in the timing…
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Looking at the obstacle course, the place looked more like a war zone than an actual course. Then again, that made perfect sense considering that this was set up by the military. Alaster barely had time to observe the course and prepare himself before the man began his countdown. “Three – two – one – go!”
As soon as the timer started, targets appeared and paint-firing turrets activated, ready to fire. One of the turrets turned in Alaster's direction, forcing him to find some cover before he got shot at, and quickly. Alaster ran towards the wall opposite from Nick's direction, barely dodging the barrage of paint.
Damn it, Alaster thought. So much for staying close to that guy. He planned on keeping an eye on Sam Turner, but that would be almost impossible now. Frowning, Alaster wondered just why that guy bothered him so much. Was he really someone Alaster met before, or was his intuition off? Why did it even matter at all? Casting his thoughts aside for the moment, Alaster focused on the task at hand.
Waiting for the turret to stop firing, Alaster poked his head out of the corner of the wall and noticed a target on an adjacent wall nearby. Quickly firing at it, he was relieved to see that he had managed to hit the target. He didn't have much time to celebrate, however. The turret began firing once more. Alaster only just barely got back in cover in time.
Once the turret stopped firing again, Alaster ran out of cover and ran as fast as he could toward a tall pile of tires. He was relieved to see that he had made it in time, but was then shocked to see a turret pop up from inside the tire pile. Bollocks! Alaster dived down to the floor as he heard the turret fire paint. Unfortunately, he wasn't fast enough, and his shoulder was now covered in paint. Still, this wasn't too bad. Were that an actual bullet rather than paint, the shot would definitely not have been lethal.
While running towards another wall, Alaster noticed another target nearby and shot at it. Once behind cover, Alaster poked his head out once the turret stopped firing, seeing that he had indeed hit the target. That made two so far. He wondered how Sam Turner was doing.
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Post by Nick Cross on Sept 2, 2018 13:12:42 GMT -4
Never one to fall behind or be outdone, Nick sprinted for the next waist-high wall the second the turret near to him ceased fire. He made it right as two more targets popped up ahead. He sprang from behind the wall and unleashed a storm of paint, but his shots went over the targets. He cursed in rage and was readying to fire again when the targets suddenly dropped and another turret emerged from a vertical pipe behind where they had been. Nick dived down with only seconds to spare.
I suppose I got lucky with that first shot, he thought. He was unaccustomed to firearms, after all. Still, anger at himself for his failure burned up his insides. Damn it, I’m supposed to be better than this! At everything!
He took that moment to glance across to where Krowe was; for a seemingly harmless author, he appeared to be doing well. Jealousy added fuel to Nick’s inner fire. Gritting his teeth, he charged out from behind his cover. A row of targets popped up alongside him and he aimed his gun at them, blasting away as he ran. This time his aim was better, even though he was moving, and he mostly managed to hit them. Mostly.
He made it to a fallen cylinder and crouched behind it. He looked over to see a turret that was larger than the others, surrounded by waist-high walls and debris. The turret whirled towards him at a greater speed than the ones before it, and opened fire – but it did not sound like paint. Nick ducked down and heard ricocheting. When the noise stopped, he quickly glanced at the back of the cylinder to see it embedded with what was definitely not paint.
Bullets.
“What the hell?” Nick exclaimed, which was quite the understatement.
Actual bullets? He had no time to process this, as the turret exploded with even more gunfire, forcing him to duck down as low as he could.
“Be watching out!” he called over to Krowe. “That one firing for real!”
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Things were quickly getting ridiculous. Alaster couldn't help but feel that the turrets were firing faster, shooting more accurately, and reloading more quickly. Alaster may have gotten into a gunfight in the past, but nothing could have prepared him for this. Alaster took a moment to think to himself while in cover. So this is what war is supposed to feel like, huh? Or is this obstacle course just easy mode? What a pain in the arse.
However, Alaster could not stay in cover forever. To his dismay, he saw what appeared to be drones flying around the course. They were all carrying what appeared to be a water balloon with paint inside. Were these supposed to simulate bombs? As Alaster suspected, this was correct. A drone flew above Alaster's head and dropped a paint bomb. Alaster began running, but he only just barely avoided getting splashed by paint.
If Alaster thought or hoped that things could not get any worse, then he would be disappointed at what happened next. He noticed the disguised Nick call out to him, warning him to watch out. That one firing for real? What? Slightly poking his head out of cover, Alaster then saw what he was warning him about, and quickly went back into cover when he saw just what the hell it was.
A turret. Firing actual bullets. Real. Deadly. Bullets.
"BOLLOCKS!!"
Alaster began to panic, all while mentally screaming out every single swear word he knew over and over in his head. What the actual fuck! Was that crazy military man at the desk trying to get them killed?! Who the fuck thought that firing actual bullets at people was a good idea? Were they on some kind of drug? Were they even more sadistic than he was?
Taking deep breaths, Alaster began to slowly calm down and gather his thoughts. Okay, try to relax! Sure, I'm being fired at with real bullets. Sure, I'm a bloody moron for forgetting to bring my body armor the one time I fucking needed it. In a place set up by the bloody military of all people! Still, I need to be calm. Those who panic die, and those who stay calm live. I need to analyze this situation, work with Sam Turner if he's of any use, and find a way out of this bloody mess! As for that military fan of mine, I'll be sure to torture the hell out of that prick when I get out of this!
Alaster needed to think of a plan to get out of this mess. First, he needed to get to Sam and see what he could do. What was his quirk, if any? And would it be able to help in this situation?
"Sam! Hey!" Alaster called out to him. "We need to work together and think of a plan if we want to get out of this alive! You have any ideas on how to stop that bloody turret?" With Alaster's current things, he could do little to fix the situation, but perhaps Sam had an idea. Hopefully.
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Post by Nick Cross on Sept 4, 2018 19:49:46 GMT -4
Why was it that everywhere Nick went, everything he did, something always managed to go tits up in the worst possible way?
He briefly looked over to Krowe. While the author had seemed calm and collected against the paint-firing turrets, he was definitely panicking now. Nick was running out of curse words to growl.
The most plainly obvious solution was to just run right out of there. Nick glanced back over his shoulder at the entrance and saw, to his infinite freezing horror, a gate had been closed across it.
The furious, despairing sound he made in response to this was barely human. He looked back to the turret and noticed it had controls built into its back. Obviously it was set to automatic mode now, but if he could get over to the controls, perhaps he could do something, anything to turn it off? He could think of little other solutions in that desperate moment.
“Krowe, listen to me!” he shouted back to Krowe in English. He was not sticking to the broken Japanese act when his life was on the line; he knew Krowe was English originally from following his books so closely. “It can only aim at one of us at once. I need you to keep it distracted, okay? I’ll approach it and jump onto its controls. From there I’ll do something to shut it down!”
Though what, exactly, was anyone’s guess, least of all his.
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Sam made some sort of angry sound. Apparently, he was pissed off about something. Alaster then saw what he was looking at and became just as pissed. That prick locked us in here! Alaster began to think of the various ways he would torture the soldier if he could. Of course, he needed to get out of here alive first.
Fortunately, "Sam" had already thought of a plan. Surprisingly, he spoke in English, and it was very good English at that. It seemed as though he had the turret figured out. It apparently had controls, which Alaster missed when he was worried about the fact that the bullets it fired were very much real. However, he needed bait to distract the turret with, and unfortunately for Alaster, it seemed as though playing the part of bait fell on him.
Mentally, Alaster was naturally pissed. Yeah, of course you wouldn't want to be the bait yourself. Leaving that dangerous job to me, huh? You spineless prick. How the hell do you suppose I'll even be able to distract it without being turned into human swiss cheese? Of course, Alaster did not let these feelings show on the surface. He instead replied back, "That's a brilliant idea, Sam! Let's do it!"
As soon as the two were ready, Alaster made his move. He began running as though his life depended on it, since it really did. He noted the speed of the shots being fired. The turret seemed as though it was not firing at full power or speed. If it were, he'd most likely be long dead. Perhaps whoever programmed it was less interested in actually killing people and more interested in freaking them the fuck out? This was just a guess, so Alaster had no idea if his theory was correct. Regardless, Alaster decided not to take any risks. Even if it wasn't at full power like he suspected, he was not about to make a reckless gamble.
As he ran from wall to wall doing his best to avoid the bullets, he was hoping that Sam was already behind the turret and figuring out the controls. Alaster could not run forever. If the turret was not turned off soon, then Alaster would get exhausted and he would get injured, if not killed.
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Post by Nick Cross on Sept 5, 2018 2:01:45 GMT -4
Krowe seemed to listen, thank every deity ever worshipped. Nick had been concerned he would object, given that being bait was not exactly an enjoyable experience. Nick wondered if it would make Krowe feel any better to know he was not happy about it either – he had to know what happened after Bywefogoh's Absurd Journey II: Electric Bgwiefuu. Well, that and Krowe getting shot to death would be quite terrible in general.
There was no time to dwell on it. The turret was firing away at Krowe, and while Krowe could keep up dodging it for now, Nick doubted he would be able to do so forever. He rushed out from behind his cover, calling on every ounce of speed he could manage in his untransformed state. Compared to his transformed state, it was not much, but it was at least on the level of a professional athlete.
Nick faltered as more, smaller turrets popped up from behind some of the waist-high walls between himself and the main turret.
“Shit!”
He threw himself towards a nearby pile of tyres right as the new turrets erupted. He felt something strike his leg and his body exploded with panic the intensity of which he had scarcely experienced before – but as he glanced down, he saw his leg was marked by only paint.
His sigh of relief was loud enough to be heard over the gunfire. He continued his charge, ignoring the other turrets now no matter how much paint pelted his body. He did, however, take a shot at the target that also popped up. Even in such a dire situation, his need to shoot more targets than Krowe burned bright.
At last he reached the turret and immediately hurled himself towards it. He managed to land on the controls and held on for dear life. The turret shuddered and shook like a bucking bronco as it continued to target Krowe. Nick held on so tight his knuckles turned white. He stared down at the controls, desperately wondering what the hell he did now. Which button was the ‘off’ button?
There was only one thing he could do. It was something he really did not want to do in front of Krowe, but this had become more important than his secrecy. If they wanted to get out of this alive, he had to do it. The growth on his back bulged and spewed out the fluid that formed his armour. He raised his arms and rapidly brought them down again with all the strength he had, screaming a bloodcurdling primal scream.
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Gasping, it did not take long for Alaster to lose his breath. He really did need to visit the gym one of these days. He was not used to running that often, and perhaps not fixing that was a critical mistake. Still, Alaster would have to keep running for as long as possible to dodge all the bullets. He could not afford to slow down, no matter how much his lungs and legs screamed in protest.
Because Alaster ran in the opposite direction from Nick so that the turret would only focus on Alaster, he could not see Nick's progress. All he knew was that "Sam" needed to work quickly, and that until Alaster no longer heard the sound of firing bullets, it was not safe to stop.
Suddenly, Alaster tripped and fell. BOLLOCKS! Preparing for the worst, Alaster turned to look at the turret that would surely end him right now. Except it didn't. Alaster watched as the turret was pummeled by...no. No, it couldn't be. That armor. Alaster saw that armor before. Back in that book signing gone wrong. Back when he met one of his more eager fans.
Sam was Nick.
Was this an illusion? A dream? Did Alaster die and went to hell as he expected he would? Well if this was hell, then it didn't seem so bad. Wait, no. Alaster was still breathing. He was alive. This was all real. Then that means that Sam was...
Alaster chuckled. It all made sense. That's why Nick felt off to Alaster. That disguise, that broken accent. Nick was in hiding. For what reason, Alaster neither knew nor cared. All that mattered was that Nick saved his life. Alaster decided that, should there not be anything else in this damn course that would try to kill him, that his next book would be dedicated to Nick, and the protagonist would be based off him. It was the least he could do.
Alaster decided that he would pretend as though he didn't know that Sam Turner was actually Nick. It was the least he could do for the man who just saved his life. "You did it, Sam! Thank you!" Alaster then noticed a target behind Nick. That didn't matter to him anymore. Alaster couldn't care less about some stupid course. He almost died! That military prick wasn't going to get away without some sort of punishment. Alaster was determined to make that fool pay.
Alaster checked his watch. He was shocked. Over nine minutes had passed since he and Nick entered the course. What the actual hell! Why were they still trapped in here?!
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Post by Nick Cross on Sept 5, 2018 9:08:41 GMT -4
Nick’s arms ached so thunderously much he was concerned he may have broken them. He managed to make a pinkie slightly twitch, so perhaps not, but God his attack on the turret had been a poorly-thought out idea. At least he had succeeded in shutting it down. The damage he had done was not extensive, but he had broken the keys and smashed some of the light-thingies, whatever those were for.
He staggered away from the turret, glancing over his shoulder every step or so from paranoia it would whirr back into life, but it did not. As he reached Krowe, he braced himself for the author to say something of his true identity, but Krowe merely thanked him for his efforts.
While the praise was appreciated, Nick’s eyes narrowed behind his biological mask. There was no way Krowe would not have recognised him – he could not have forgotten his number one fan, surely? Nick would honestly have felt a bit put out if he had. So why was he not saying anything about it?
Then again, they had just narrowly escaped being blown the hell up. Perhaps it made sense Krowe would have other things on his mind. Nick decided to say nothing of his real identity himself for the time being.
“If there’s an entrance to this place, there’ll be an exit. Come on.”
They needed to get out while his armour was still active. “I intend to find the man who put us up to this and get some answers.”
Logically, the exit would be on the opposite side of the arena to the entrance. Nick broke into a sprint, much faster than he had been before now thanks to his transformation, doing his best to ignore how his arms continued to hurt. Turrets still popped up and fired at him, but all of them shot paint. So, evidently only the largest turret had been rigged to fire real ammunition. Whoever had done this had obviously not had a lot of time…
His hypothesis proved correct: there was indeed an exit on the other side of the arena, which unlike the entrance was not gated.
“Hurry up!” Nick called to Krowe, pouring on all the speed he could, though he had not looked to see if Krowe was still following him or not.
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Oh thank god! This was what Alaster thought as he closely followed Nick towards the exit. They could finally escape this hell, and more importantly, carve into the sadistic bastard who had put them through this.
Unfortunately, things would not be so easy. It never seemed to be easy. As soon as the two were only a few meters away from the exit, a figure had jumped in, seemingly out of nowhere. It was covered in some kind of green armor, with a helmet design slightly resembling an insect of some kind, and a visor shaped like a butterfly. Great, thought Alaster. Just bloody fantastic. Now some insect man is blocking our way? What the hell did I do in a past life to deserve this shit?
The armored person began speaking while making ridiculous poses. What was this, a cartoon villain reject? "You two have done well to make it this far! However, no one escapes the Obstacle Course of Hell alive! At least, not without a fight!"
Alaster was annoyed. That voice was far too familiar to him. It was the military fanboy from earlier! So first, he puts them through hell for no good reason, and now he's trying to stop Alaster and Nick from leaving? All while wearing a goofy insect armor that Alaster just could not take seriously. He didn't know whether to scream in fury or just laugh.
Alaster wanted nothing more than to just take his knife out, carve into this idiot, and not stop until the fool was long dead. Unfortunately, killing someone in a public area with heavy surveillance was nothing short of idiotic. Not to mention that Alaster was in his civilian persona of Harry R. Krowe, not his villain persona Crowley. He didn't want to show that part of himself to Nick. Not yet, anyway. Instead, he began yelling at the insect man.
"What in the fucking hell do you think you're playing at? What is your damn problem?! Are you trying to kill us, or are you just stupid?! Do you seriously expect me to think that this is something allowed in the freaking military? You're mad!"
The man shook his head and moved his index finger from side to side. He seemed to prefer his fancy theatrics over being taken seriously. "Sorry, Mr. Krowe, but the time for words has passed. So unless you have a battle-ready quirk to use right now, I advise you step back. I will fight Mr. Sam Turner here! If he wins, you both get to escape. Should you fail..." The man snapped his fingers, and the exit behind him was suddenly blocked by a gate. "Then the two of you will be my eternal prisoners!"
As he made a rather poor attempt at a villain laugh, Alaster looked around the sky. He saw a few crows flying around, but none of them were within his range. If only he could somehow lure them in, then he could join the battle. Sadly, he had to put his faith in Nick and hope that his quirk would be enough to triumph.
As soon as he was a good distance away from the two armored men, Alaster calmly turned to face Nick and spoke bluntly. "Sam. Kick. His. ARSE!"
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