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Post by Darren Blanco II on Oct 31, 2018 17:04:04 GMT -4
The gunshots kicked reassuringly heavy in the soldier’s trembling hands. Daichi had never expected such a mess when he woke up in the morning. The young soldier had not even served a year in the force and still lived with his parents, unable to afford rent on his own, and when a small-scale civil war broke out, he understandably panicked and went with the first group of soldiers in sight. They happened to be anti-quirkers. Daichi couldn’t say he agreed much, but he didn’t want to die, so when he was told to go get armor plates for the tank, he went.
On the way there, he and his groups had an encounter with a group of civilian quirkers decided not to let themselves be killed. A firefight ensued. People on both sides died, and it reminded Daichi he could have very well been one of them. So when turned around to see the impressive and slightly demoniac silhouette of Chimera, he panicked again and drew the gun. Unfortunately, it jammed on the fourth round, and all of his shots had hit the kevlar.
The kinetic energy had been enough to knock Chimera down, but the beat rose up again, unharmed -- in Daichi’s eyes, at least -- and bared his fangs, like, well -- a beast. No longer could Daichi see his opponent as a human, despite his more rational self’s protestations. Right now, he was under the dominion of fear, and fear screamed at him to charge his opponent knife first.
The kick knocked the air out of his lungs. That strength isn’t human, thought the fear-stricken boy, despite the fact Chimera only kicked as strong as the other soldier did. He flew into a crate and broke it on impact. His whole body hurt. He too told himself to get up or he would die, so he did, just in time to spy Chimera charging at him. This time, fear had a better idea and sent all of his strength in his legs. He leaped to the side -- he looked more like a terrified kid running away from a bull than a torero gracefully dodging the horns by an inch -- to leave the fanged goat man’s attack run wide.
Too terrified to act, he would let him get up,holding his knife in front of him with his hands still trembling. “G-get away! I mean surrender! Get down!” he shouted confusedly, terror painted clearly in the black of his eyes.
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Miki and Toma exchanged a look when Yojin dropped on all fours to vomit. They had heard the gunshots as well, coming from the other side this time. No matter how you looked at it, it was a bad situation. Gunshots resounded from behind and in front of them. The feeling in their stomach was unmistakable; their gut knew they were surrounded. And it really was no place to bring a kid to, hero school or not -- Miki and Toma weren’t really aware of the details of Yojin’s class.
They were regularly interrupted by bursts from the turret-mounted machine gun that Akira, the tank commander operated. The soldiers they were fighting shot back, and then it was Hisao and the others were fighting from the trenches’ turn. Then the tank’s machine gun again. Disciplined volleys rang back and forth with morbid regularity, until they were broken by a louder bang. The Type-90 was still in the fight, after all, and its main canon wasn’t damaged; its HE shells were a great help.
Still, it was impressive how he got up and asked for a gun after just a few seconds on the ground. Others civilians would have broke down long ago and became a drag, but the blonde kid still proved himself useful. “You got guts, kid,” said Miki as she handed him her pistol with a frown. “Can you shoot, though? Or do you have trick up your sleeve?” “I know your friend is still there,” interjected Toma. “If you wanna go there, I won’t stop you. But… It’s dangerous, kid.” “You could die,” said Miki bluntly. Toma opened his mouth, then closed it. It was true. “Either that, or we try working on the tank while they cover us. I’m afraid that’s only a little safer, though.”
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Alex wasn’t the only one to get injured here. Nobu, one of the soldiers accompanying them, got shot in the right leg as well. Thankfully though, thanks to the shadow user’s technique, they could only shoot a single volley before their barrels got plugged and their guns crapped out on them.
The wounds must have knocked something loose in the American’s brain, as with his next attack he lashed out with full strength and zero mercy. A shadow spear formed itself inches away from one of the soldiers. He understood what was about to happen and started to scream. It didn’t last long. The shadow spear had jammed itself through the soldier’s throat and came out through the back of his neck. As soon as the shadows would be released, his dead body would slump next to the hole-ridden body of the first soldier, the one who died to Yamaguchi’s gun. It was already laying in a pool of blood that would only get bigger.
In the meantime, Risaka wasn’t letting herself get showed up by her classmate. She didn’t falter to the sight of three men charging her with deadly intent and instead steeled her not-so-colorless body, showing no fear. Quite the contrary, in fact. She waved her hand like a queen ordering an execution and colors flew.
She found her usual grey coloration again as a burst of pure color flew from her body. It had the shape and consistency of paint, but the colors were unmistakably yet undescriptibly alive. Whatever they were and no matter how pretty, it had the appreciable side effect of throwing the soldiers -- and herself -- back by a few meters, like a human landmine.
Destabilized, dead or on the back foot, the anti quirkers’ luck had turned. Sergeant Yamaguchi’s squad dove in after Risaka to pin down the soldiers and arrest the ones who were still alive. They didn’t resist too much -- the sight of their comrade with a hole in their throat was a grim reminder of these changing times were a high-school student could kill a soldier. One of them spat in Alex’s direction. It landed at Alex’s feet.
Speaking of the shadow boy of Yueei, Yamaguchi turned around after the capture -- it only took the professional soldiers a few second to ziptie a couple pair of hands between their respective backs at gunpoint -- and butted the stock of his rifle twice on Alex’s helmet. Not hard enough to give him a concussion, but enough to bring him back to earth, hopefully.
“Listen to your girl, kid. On your feet! We got a mission. Let me look at them bullets.”
The foul-mouthed sergeant would take the adolescent’s arm and examine it critically for a second or two. He said that it wasn’t shit and barked at Souma to stitch the boy up. Souma, the mild-mannered giant of the group and designated squad mom and medic, spoke softly. “They’re lodged inside, but you were lucky you were wearing this thing. It slowed the bullets enough that they didn’t break, so it’s only a matter of pulling them out. It will hurt, and you will be unable to use your left arm for a few days, but you shouldn’t lose motor function. You can still use your powers like that, can’t you?”
Yamaguchi ordered a square around them while the tall man expertly performed the bout of field medecine he needed to. The whole thing took a couple minutes at most, and barring protests, they would be on their way again, Alex’s left arm held in a sash. The enemy soldiers had been left tied on the ground with their mouth duct-taped closed.
It wouldn’t be long before they’d reach their objective. The low rumble of the diesel engine would get louder and louder as they approached. Yamaguchi ordered the squad to hold position near a tent, peeked around a corner and trotted back to his allies.
“Okay, we’re lucky, they’re still working on the tank from the looks of it. We got a shot. There’s a fire team posted around the tank to guard it. They found sandbags and dug themselves in, so we definitely can’t take them out from a distance. We’ll have to get close. A couple smokes can get you there relatively safely, but there’s still the threat of suppression fire. Basically, they’ll shoot up everywhere and hope it hits you. Enough bullets and it will. You better have a plan, and it better not be half-assed.”
“I’m gonna be honest, kids, this is a suicide mission, and I would never bring a bunch of snot-nosed brats along in any other situations. But you guys have guts, and guts are all that counts now. Show me what you fancy-ass heroes can do.”
“So far, I’m not impressed.” He cracked a smile with his joke. It was a little forced. Even a man such as Yamaguchi Masao didn’t particularly look forward to death.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2018 22:37:43 GMT -4
After getting shot, the parts of the American’s brain that had these broader concerns with ethics or morality or capacity for anything other than reactive thought just kind of shut off. The stakes were simple, if he wasted time or continued to tie himself to concerns other than his immediate survival he was simply going to die. Nothing else matter except that primal instinct to survive. Running was simply not an option and was never part of the sphere of things that would ever be considered. That left fighting his way out of the shit that the delinquent had found himself in to be the only option, and higher brain functions were only a detriment to that goal.
The only things that mattered in life are those moments are two things. Finding a threat, and then eliminating that threat. When the threats stopped appearing, there was a significant lag between the danger disappearing and the boy being aware of that fact. He just sat there, staring off into nothing, for a solid minute or two. It was only when the anti-quirker soldier that was arrested spat at him did he react, and that reaction was an instinctive attack that dissipated less than a foot before stabbing through the guy’s eye sockets with shadow because the delinquent’s helmet got tapped and broke his concentration. It would more than likely be enough to scare the absolute hell out of the soldier, though.
The earlier yelling by Risaka didn’t even register for him, because she was not perceived as a threat. He stayed silent during the removal of the bullets from his body but was at least looking at the medic who did it and was generally aware of what was going on around him again. Now that the immediate danger was gone, there was enough of a pause for the adrenalin to stop pulsing through the delinquent’s veins and for him to experience the searing pain in both his shot-up arm and his ribs that could only be described in acrobatically vulgar words that won’t be delved into here.
He was helped up once his arm was in a sling, and the delinquent accepted the help without saying another word. The previous bravado was completely gone, but at no point did the hero candidate hesitate to move forward closer to the obvious danger. The low rumbling from the tank became louder and louder, but fear did not replace that eagerness to get into the fight. What replaced that eagerness was a grim acceptance that the injuries he had already sustained were not going to be the last ones that he suffered when this was all over. This was going to get worse before it got better, if it even got better.
When the sergeant asked for a plan, the hero candidate responded in a voice that was completely dead. Like he was mentally in a different dimension and could only just kind of use his vocal cords to communicate. Robotic, even. ”Find me a spot opposite y’all that I can use my quirk to draw their attention. I toss a frag, then make my quirk be all nice and obvious to draw their attention. Then I throw smokes to fuck up their visibility so y’all can come in from another direction. If you need a signal to go, I can toss a second frag as a go signal. They shoot in my direction, and won’t see y’all coming until it’s way too late.”
There was a momentary pause before the delinquent continued: ”I don’t think I can be super accurate, but I can hit the general area and chuck it pretty damned far. 25 meters or so, maybe more, if I had to guess. I can do the throw with my quirk around a corner if I get a good look beforehand. Just find me a spot to do it and I’ll just drop to the ground after and hope they aim too high until y’all get there.”
This talk was all emotionless, talking about the situation as if he was completely uninvolved personally. His native Georgian accent, however, slipped out more noticeably than it usually did. It was normally suppressed to some extent, but any accent suppression was completely gone at this point. It simply didn’t matter anymore, in light of the current situation. Red eyes stared forward at no one in particular after a certain point, with the boy not even bothering with the basics of human interaction at that point. It simply didn’t matter, because there was no good way of going about this.
There was no safe way of going about this.
Alex could throw the grenade much farther than twenty-five meters, but his absolutely awful sense of basic numbers made him grossly undersell how far his quirk could toss that thing. A standing soldier could toss one of those things double that distance on a good day, and the delinquent’s Shadow Construction could match any quirkless soldier’s best day in terms of raw power at this point.
The initial tosses would be done with his quirk, and would be much thinner than an actual human body. Unless the enemy had a dedicated sharpshooter, it was highly unlikely that the shadow construct would be directly hit during the toss. Even so, the surprise factor was critical in ensuring that the initial fragmentation grenade toss was not interrupted. That was why he needed to go first, in order to ensure he got the attention he needed with the initial explosion while also ensuring they wouldn’t see the attack coming. Then, after doing his job, he could just fall down prone and focus all of his energy onto creating as thick a barrier as possible that didn’t need to be very tall or wide at all if he went vertical. It would only need to be as tall as his feet and as wide as his shoulders were. He was confident that he could maintain a barrier like that against the odd stray bullet… hopefully.
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Post by Chimera on Nov 1, 2018 8:03:04 GMT -4
632 WC it worked for yojin...? | His kick hit, but his charge didn't, sending him toppling into the ground without something to interrupt his momentum. Chimera hissed as he landed bad on the side of his body that already felt like something was broken, Crap. Crap. He was wide open now, was the soldier going to stab him now? Was he-
Chimera looked over to where they were standing, holding their knife in front of them and shouting for him to...something. Despite the fear of death still gripping tight to his chest, Chimera still managed to bark as he got back to his feet: "Make up your mind! Do you want me to get away, or get down?! I can't do both!" The hell was with this guy? He was a trained soldier who had shot him in the chest three times and tried to stab him, why was he the one cowering in fear? Did he completely fail to realize the situation right now??
After his fall Chimera was right next to a pile of the armor plates he needed to bring back to the tank. If he tried to take as many as he could carry and run, would he be open for a hit with that knife? Would the soldier even take it if he could with how he was acting? It wasn't a risk Chimera wanted to take; armor or no armor, a stab to the back of the throat was going to kill him. But...if they weren't attacking him right now, then wouldn't he be the one attacking if he charged them again to make sure they didn't try anything? Violent or not, they weren't...they weren't a villain. They were a soldier following cruel orders.
Chimera was silent for what felt like too long, still for what felt like too long, breathing ragged from the pain in his chest. He took a slow step forward.
"...I don't want to hurt anybody," he admitted, voice loud enough for the soldier to hear, even amidst the gunfire behind them, "I...I just need plating for the tank, so that my friend can fix it, so we can get out of here...because none of us want to die! We're..." Chimera drew in as deep a breath as he could, wincing as he swore he could feel broken rib moving with each inhale, "We're not bad guys! Please j-just let me take the plating, and I...I won't even tell them you're in here, I'll tell them you got away, and make sure nobody tries to check. You'll have your own time to...to do whatever you have to, and run."
Trying to talk to him is going to give him time to shoot me again.
But what am I supposed to do? Go for a bite?! Charge him while he's...
...shaking with fear...?
Chimera's eyes widened, just slightly. He almost hadn't noticed the way the other man was trembling from their head to the blade of their knife. What?
Is he...scared...of me...?
The tears of pain that were still clouding his eyes fell down his cheeks. Oh. Crap. That's what that look they were giving him was. Fear. They were afraid of Chimera. Because he looked like this? Because they were fighting? Because he didn't look human? But Chimera didn't want to fight--not like this, not like now--and he didn't want to hurt him. Really and truly. Would they even believe him? Slowly Chimera raised his arms just enough to show his hands, palms-up, and tried to speak again. "Just. Just let me go, please! I-I don't want any more fighting than there already is...I...I'm only fifteen years old, and so are my friends...we don't want to hurt anyone, or die...please..." |
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Post by Risaka Reinacht on Nov 2, 2018 19:59:33 GMT -4
Alex mute behaviour and attitude should be the least thing Risaka cares about, but how much she wanted to smack his wounds, just to make him snap out of his rather emotionless phase. It did not suit him at all, she knew him always as this proud yet simple minded analytic that always had a word to say to literally anyone, even someone like Risaka. She was unoticed, or yet, ignored by Alex, she expected at least some form of reaction from the brunette, he wasn't the kind to back down from a harsh comment. ''What the hell is wrong with you?'' Mostly speaking to herself she expressed herself now barely caring for the idiotic fellow classmate. When the Sergeant spoke up she dismissed his opportunity to give her his words of agreement, so what if he agreed to her? She already gave up on Alex, he looked like an absolute mess, despite being overly dramatic she wouldn't blame him for keeping his life in safe circumstances
But by the lord of all mercy and forgiveness, did she pray for them to not make her give his face a proper knuckle kisser. His idea and just suicidal process with the plan was nothing but idiocy, even for him. Keeping him in a pit gives him cover sure, but from that point on it would be nearly impossible for him to move around, and what if an anti-quirk soldier finds him? The monochrome girl already told to herself that she wouldn't give a damn anymore for the brunette, but she couldn't let this slide without using all of thei resources. ''Now hold your fucking horse Alex, they are trained soldiers that probably knows how to navigate through the smoke bombs, even if you gain their attention doesn't give you the upperhand, the opposite! There are more than one way to gain the enemy's attention, and those methods exists around us!'' Clearly frustrated by his quick conclusion to the whole thing, Risaka pointed a finger at Alex as if she took it personal. ''You can do way more than just being a target dummy hiding! Soldiers, don't you guys keep any vehicles in these tents? If we want their attention let's give them the biggest, one so big that they'll give us a free passage into their damn fortified place!'' Her sudden outburst of rebellion got her mind off from her completely numb limb, but she could not ignore her drawback from using her quirk so much, her eys got heavier, her thought process more sluggish with her overall expression more lax and forcingly drowsy. But she tried her best to keep the sleepy attitude away from her actions. ''Last thing I want to get into my hands are yet another person to save!''
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Post by Hino Yojin on Nov 4, 2018 0:10:18 GMT -4
Yojin’s breathing still wasn’t steady. He wasn’t sure if being handed the gun helped or not. The first time he’d picked one up--in the armor, not even that far from here with Elise, he’d felt sick. Heroes weren’t supposed to kill people. He wasn’t a hero, but he didn’t want to kill people either. He didn’t even want to make weapons to kill people. But…
Chimera.
The first friend he’d made at UA might be dead. If he’d gone with him-- Could he have helped?
Alex might be dead too. And the grey girl. He didn’t know. That was the worst part. One by one, they’d all charged off into the fight, to do something, while he’d stayed behind.
And now it was just him, the soldiers, and the injured, surrounded by enemies.
In that moment, facing the soldiers, he had the insane urge to go find them. Leave the repairs to the mechanics, turn around, and check on Chimera. Then they could go after Alex and the girl. Then…
Then what? They still wouldn’t have a tank. He’d have left the wounded--the little girl they’d worked so hard to save, and everyone else behind.
If he left the tank, he’d be a burden. He a gun, but that didn’t mean he was trained to use it. And who would he be leaving behind?
It sucked. It really, really sucked.
But if someone didn't get out alive, what was the point?
“Fuck it.” Yojin growled to the tank crew, walking back to the tank. Along the way, he grabbed a plate of armor, grunting with the effort at he lifted it. “I’m not going to leave a job half-done.”
He slid the armor over to the tank, and rested it against the side, a bit more cover while they worked.
“Let’s...just do this in shifts. One on look out, rest on repair, and rotate. I’ll watch first.” He said, holding the pistol pointed at the ground, looking out for enemies.
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Post by Darren Blanco II on Nov 6, 2018 19:24:45 GMT -4
Daichi was still trembling head to toe as this hunk of a man, beast or whatever the hell Chimera was got up. “Shut up!” he barked back at the goatman when he told him he couldn’t both get away and get down.
It was a standstill now. Both Daichi and Chimera were terrified of each other. After a few seconds of excruciating silence, the furry adolescent spoke up. The soldier listened with mad eyes, his pupils wide in the penumbra of the tent. Chimera said he wasn’t a bad guy, they just needed plating they just wanted to get away. Daichi kept trembling. What if it’s a ruse? he thought. The instant I let down my guard it’s going to kill me. And then eat me. Clearly, Daichi wasn’t thinking very rationally anymore.
He still couldn’t control the shaking, as much as he willed himself not to, and Chimera spoke up again. More pleads, with raised hands this time. Was he surrendering? Was it a trick? Could zipties even tie that thing up?
Instead of answering, he tried to breathe. Calm down, Daichi. Think about this. You can’t fight this thing, you’ll die. You can’t tie it down, you’ll die. You can’t trust it, it’ll eat you, and you’ll die. You can’t report back without the plates, you’ve seen what they did to the civilians, to the other soldiers, you’ll die. Was death his only option here? It sure seemed so. Maybe he was out of his mind. That was very possible.
Maybe he could reason with this thing. It hadn’t moved yet, and despite its size and strength, it really did seem terrified. Hell, it was even crying. Still trembling, he managed to say: “I-I take what I need and you take what you need. You never saw me!” Eager to escape, the soldiers took a couple plates, ran towards the door, dropped one, turned around to get it, caught sight of Chimera, decided against it and bolted out the door towards the enemy tank, out of sight of either Yojin or the goon squad of Alex, Risaka and the other soldiers.
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Speaking of the goon squad, they were arguing. Alex came with another one of his bold plans. It was strategically sound, but the amount of danger the kid was willing to put himself through was jarring to say the least. Even Yamaguchi was a little impressed, but clearly, Risaka wasn’t.
“Can’t say you ain’t got balls, kid, but your girl is right. If you crap out and get injuried in the middle there, you’ll just be a liability. Superpowers or not, one guy is an easy target for concentrated fire. I can’t let you go alone. Yoshida, Nobu and me will go with you. More targets for them to spread their fire, and more chances for at least one of us to survive this shit and accomplish the objective.”
“Greyhound, Takeshi, Souma, you know what to do. When we have their dear attention, you go round through the smoke and you shoot a way through for Greyhound to chuck her grenade in. Sorry girl, the ATVs are on the other side. Afraid we only have that speed you showed us earlier to rely on. Everyone clear? Then let’s go. And remember, plans don’t survive contact with the enemy. Stay on your toes.”
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Back around the tanks, the mechanics nodded and went along with Yojin’s plan, going in round as they guarded the perimeter, gunfire reverberating through the air close by. It turned out to be the right call. They finished one side of the steel teepee in the back quickly, and with the goat boy out of danger, he would show up any minute with the rest of the plates they needed. Assembling the rest of the teepee would be a matter of a couple minutes.
A voice came though Yojin’s makeshift radio. It was Hisao. “Kid, you’re here?!” He was talking between bursts. “When y’all done, just take off, get your friends, and go! Don’t you worry about me! This shit must have gone public by now, they’ll send us reinforcements. But we gotta get the civilians out first. This ain’t your hill to die on. You guys are heroes, leave the fighting to us, we’ll leave the saving for you! Now go! Go!” The transmission was cut in the middle of another burst, and more gunfire could be heard from where the goon squad was.
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With little time left to discuss its finer details, grenades were handed out to who needed them and the goon squad’s plan was put into action. First, Alex, Yamaguchi, Nobu and Yoshida rushed out of cover guns blazing to draw attention to them and away from Risaka’s group.
The Type-10 main battle tank they had to destroy was some seventy meters ahead of them, and the turret was still pointing in the wrong direction, indicating the repairs still weren’t done. However, the way here wasn’t without obstacles. Around the tank, a eight men fire team was posted behind sandbags and dug out positions that put them safely under cover from long-distance fire. The way leading to the tank was laden with a few rocks which could make for decent cover in a pinch, and there was a couple more six men teams posted behind the rocks closest to the tank, then guarded by twenty men in total.
While Alex and his group had the advantage of surprise at first, it wouldn’t be long before the soldiers would return fire and they would have to rely on zig zagging from cover to cover and the strategic use of smoke grenades to get closer. Their objective was to keep them busy.
In the meantime, Risaka’s team could take a detour behind tents to get a little closer to the tank by attacking it on its flank, but there would still be a 50 meters dash until anyone could get close enough to chuck a grenade inside. There would still be the 8-man fire team around the tank to deal with, but the way would be clear. Even with the distraction from Alex, however, there would probably still be a couple of bullets to dodge on the way there.
The repairs done, the allied Type 90 would show up from the side, carrying Yojin, Chimera, the tank crew and the injured Sachiko inside. The tank commander wasn’t too happy exposing his girl to more danger, but he begrudgingly agreed that they couldn’t leave the other students behind. They were kids too, and they had parents who probably worried just as much. With the ad hoc modifications by Yojin and his little pit crew, there would be space in the back for six to seven people under the armored teepee-like structure they had built. However, it meant that the tank couldn’t risk to expose itself to fire from the other tank; as such, it would stay behind cover for now, but at least the escape vehicule would be close and ready to go.
Only one obstacle was left. If the Type-10 was gone, they would finally be able to escape on board of the tank, safe from the helicopter gunfire under Yojin’s contraption.
It was a sizeable obstacle, though.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2018 21:02:24 GMT -4
The plan was changed, but it was more people stepping up rather than a complete change. Alex wasn’t going to deny help, and it meant that a better distraction could be made because if they were ignored… well, they would simply overrun the enemy position. The grenades were passed out, and the delinquent also requested and received a sidearm with one extra magazine for the upcoming fight. It wasn’t like the soldier was going to use it, anyway, when they had a perfectly functional rifle in their hands. ”Fair enough. Good luck out there.” were the only words that came out of the delinquent’s mouth as the plan started in earnest. There was really nothing more to say, because his team were the tip of the spear and they had all volunteered to do it with him.
That was respectable, but also suicidal. Extremely suicidal, because it didn’t look there was altogether too much cover in between where they were and where they needed to be. The delinquent scooted up to the edge of the tent line and peeked over the edge to get a good look at what he was aiming it and to mentally map out the trajectory he would need to toss the grenades. It was simple enough to get to the general area, but Alex was under no illusion that he would actually hit the enemy at this range. It was to draw attention, because both the eye-catching movement of the shadow and of the grenades would do that quite plainly.
The first fragmentation grenade was grabbed by a tendril of shadow and flung in the rough direction of the enemy soldiers over the tent line, arcing through the air before dropping downwards in the general area of the enemy. Seconds later, a smoke bomb followed that obscured the hell out of the view of all of the infantry that were defending the tank. The goal was extremely simple: create confusion. They would know the direction of the attack because the smoke would not rise up instantaneously, but their accuracy would be greatly diminished because there was no way in hell the soldiers were advancing forward before the smoke had enough time to billow up enough to be useful. The sharp movement of unnatural shadow would be the only thing they saw, but it would likely be more than enough to attract attention and that first bout of fire.
The go signal was made, and each of them rushed out from cover one by one and firing off their weapons. The delinquent had absolutely zero illusion that he would hit anything except the general area of the enemy given his total lack of skill and unwillingness to even waste energy to stabilize the pistol in his hands as he emptied the clip. The goal wasn’t to hit anything, it was to get those fuckers to get their heads down and cause a distraction. The discharge of the SIG P220 pistol created noise, just like the discharge of the rifles and the machine gun. It attracted attention and bought the other team time that they sorely needed. They needed to remain just enough of a threat to not be ignored, which meant they had to keep advancing and keep drawing as much focus as possible.
The initial cover the smoke provided didn’t last long, and each successive smoke was less and less effective because there were larger and larger windows that would allow the enemy to see where they were and fire accordingly. The cover that was present was never enough, and more than once was the delinquent lying down prone behind what seemed to him like material that was entirely too thin and flimsy to even have a chance in hell of blocking any sort of bullet from penetrating straight through it… let alone one as big as the ones those rifles shot out. They had already penetrated his armor twice, and he didn’t want a hat trick. At least one bullet had deflected instead of penetrated, though, and he was able to push through the extreme pain searing through his arm and ribs at least for the moment due to the renewed rush of adrenalin rushing pulsing through his veins and giving him renewed vigor to go on for hopefully as long as was needed. His stamina, to be frank, needed some work in the future because he was breathing very heavily at this point and still going very largely due to sheer willpower despite his growing exhaustion.
Along the way, the delinquent had managed to reload the magazine of his sidearm and this time declined to waste any more of the bullets. They had the attention of the enemy, and the eight shots inside that magazine could be the difference between living and dying if they actually managed to get in close. He was fully aware that he wouldn’t be able to react with his quirk faster than a soldier could lunge with his knife… but between the armor and the sidearm he could very possibly last long enough to get a fatal bullet in. It wasn’t ideal, but then again absolutely nothing about this was ideal.
Once they got within ten meters, Alex would start using his quirk with full intent to kill. Now that he wasn’t in the same trance state as before, he would specifically target eyes and throat from the front and do his absolute best to miss the thick armor that they had on. It was much less resistant to piercing attacks than bullets, sure, but the American was also not confident in his ability to penetrate that armor. Only if melee actually started would he ever use his sidearm, and he would only fire it when there was less two meters of distance in between him and his opponent. The boy’s trigger discipline was much better at this point, because he was expecting the shock of being hit and the shock of being shot this time. It wouldn’t blindside him again if it happened, so he could focus entirely on the task at hand: distracting the enemy and overtaking them if possible to buy time for the other team to take out the tank.
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Post by Risaka Reinacht on Nov 8, 2018 15:16:07 GMT -4
It has come to this huh? She was at very least pleased by the fact the bold sargaent backed her words, it was about damn time to not go overboard with their options. As much she disliked Alex as a fellow classmate she couldn't let him turn into a burden in the midst of battlefield, even if he wanted to die a true hero she knew he haven't done nearly enough in life, death was too early for him and his willfilled soul. He will gain attention for sure, as long he has someone backing him up when things get grim, and as for her... She totally already forgot she was labelled as greyhound. Giving a small gritting teeth expression she clenched her left fist up infront of her. ''You won't be needing to use such absurd name when I'm done with that shitty tank...'' As soon the teams were mentioned she quickly darted both of her yellow topaz ignited eyes. Souma and Takeshi? As much she despised the men of army she had to rely on them for the necessary backup fire.
She already had two grenades ready to cook any moment now, kneeling down to the lively grass she took a moment to absorb it through her arms and transfer as much she could on her lowerbody. Soon enough both of her long legs and stomach was bright green. This was probably her last dose of colour absorb before she had to deactivate her Quirk. Her eyes felt heavy, fluttering while trying to stay crystal clear every second that passes by. Before she looked up to her trusted soldiers she could only give them a determined glare. ''My dashing might very well be our last chance, as much I hate the current circumstance... I'll take it out, just shoot anyone that catches glimpse of me dashing, I just need a clean sprint to dart across of that huge tank.'' She stood fully up and gave out a quick stretching to her legs, it was then when the plan was engaged and gone to full blaze.
Way to be extra eager, soliders with the pure intention for killing are nothing more than meatbags about to get oblitirated by a pair of small nades. The monochrome gal with the two soldiers quickly went ahead to the side, for this plan to work she needed a clear shot of the tank and no gun pointed at her from sprinting start. Hearing all of the bullets and yelling made very clear that Alex was doing his part, as usual. She could feel her legs just wanted to burn all of the colour in her body, her muscles shaked due to anticipation, and quite frankly she felt a bolting fear through her chest When looking around the corner of a tent from the side of the opponent's fort. The tank was indeed big and the men around it being busy going all out. Christ almighty they acted as if it was a literal World War, but then again, life was at risk. For her, this was an awfully dangerous obstacle, she just wanted this to get over with, there was no real side in this fight other than one side dislikes quirkers. There was no true ideal behind them all, at least not in her eyes, so in other words they might aswell be bugs to her for her to stomp right down at. She clung both nades in her hands, giving one last stare to both of the soldiers with her.
''I can't believe I am relying my life on soldiers, but you two god damn better not miss your shots, the moment one soldier points at me early in my sprint I will likely not make it there. I just need to get to the sandbags to jump from.'' With a firm force up close to her face she bite down both pins, tearing them off from both of the grenades while holding down on the handles, and she really held it tight, she knew the moment she dropped both was a matter of couple of seconds away from a guaranteed death. She spit both pins out from her mouth to the ground, turning around near the corner. ''Time to butcher some meatheads, I won't die here.'' Oddly enough speaking so optimistic of herself she didn't spend another second waiting, the rest was holding their ground and it was a perfect shot for her. Planting one foot around the corner she bursted from her position in a speed mightier than an athlete on drugs.
The tank was right there, not too far away, with an open hatch she got this surge of adrenaline throughout her entire run. Each running step she planted down at the muddy ground kicked up alot of dirt in such a rapid speed that she almost looked like she was about to lift off from the ground. With one nade on each hand she had a clear process to eliminate their fort. She finally got to the sandbags, whether some soldiers saw her or not was in no concern of her, she practically had reached the goal the moment she stepped on the sandbags. Jumping from them to the front of tank she took another jump. The tank was around 2.30m tall so it was real easy for her to tower it with two powerful jumps. Both of her hands softened the grip on the nades. *Chunk* made the first nade once falling into the hatch. During the midjump over the tank she flinged the other to the frontline of the opponent, the second nade also gave off a *chunk* noise before bouncing from the muddy ground. ''Rot in hell bastards.'' Went inside of her head, it was around that time she landed on the other side of the tank, and she was far from over with running. With the remaining colour in her lowerbody she made the run for it, it didn't matter to where, but to a place where she could just go behind and get away from this hellhole.
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Post by Hino Yojin on Nov 9, 2018 17:07:28 GMT -4
Yojin tried to lose himself in his work as he finished the repairs. It was harder to shut out everything going on this time. He couldn’t stop looking around for Chimera, Alex, or the grey girl, hoping against hope to see one of them suddenly appear. Just to add stress, every time the gunshots started again or it looked like the enemy fireteam was moving closer, he felt his stomach clench, and wondered if this was going to be the moment he had to kill, or be killed.
And last, he was just exhausted. No amount of adrenaline could hide the fact that he’d been working as hard as he could since the battle started. His shoulders ached, and he was covered in sweat. It almost felt like being shot would be a relief.
Even so, he finished the modifications. The back of the tank was cleared, and surrounded by a cage of metal bars, ready to support the armor plates.
The armor plates Chimera had gone to get.
Yojin slumped against the side of the tank, pulling up his goggles, and wiping the sweat out of his eyes. How long could they afford to wait for Chimera? They needed to go.
And with the gunshots, he might never arrive. Which meant someone else needed to go after the plates.
He turned to the soldiers, swallowing, not sure what to do.
And then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a pair of horns moving through their makeshift camp, bobbing above the heads of the civilians and soldiers.
Yojin blinked, his breath suddenly tight. The horns continued to bob closer, until he saw the black-and-white furred figure of what was unmistakably Chimera push his way through the troops, dragging the plates behind him.
His friend was alive.
Yojin staggered up to Chimera, relief flooding into his chest. He almost felt light headed. He wasn’t the student alive. He hadn’t abandoned them all to die.
He stopped in front of Chimera, not sure what to say. “I thought you were dead?” “Took you long enough?”
Yojin reached out, resting a hand roommate's shoulder.
“Thanks.” He muttered.
He pulled Chimera into a quick hug, awkward because of the metal and the armored vest. And because Yojin wasn’t usually...huggy.
He let go, reaching down to help with the armored plates, and to finish the repairs.
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A few minutes later, he was sitting on the back of the tank next to Chimera, wounded civilians behind them, the borrowed pistol still tucked in his belt. Outside of the shelter of the rocks, it was even more hellish. It felt like his ears would never stop ringing. All he could smell was smoke--gunsmoke, and exhaust, and burning fabric and grenades. Shapes faded in and out of vision as the wind shifted the smoke around them. Soldiers, bodies...he almost didn’t want to look.
He forced himself to focus. They were looking for Alex, and the grey girl, and the rest of their squad if they could find them. Then...then they could go.
Luckily, finding Alex ended up being much easier than expected.
The tank-destroyer squad was surrounded by smoke and shadows, pinned down in the no-man’s land on the approach to the enemy tank. He couldn’t see the grey girl, but Alex was obvious. After all, what other shadow-wrapped lunatic would be charging into melee with a squad of enemy troops?
Yojin opened his mouth to call out, before he realized between the distance and the noise, he was unlikely to be heard. Meanwhile, his tank pulled to a stop behind some cover for the sake of the injured.
Yojin slid off the back onto the ground, his own lack of hesitation surprising himself. Chimera had gotten back alive. He was going to make sure Alex did too.
He stayed low to the ground, running toward the Alex and the cluster of soldiers he was fighting, trying to use cover, and rely on being the least threatening thing in the area. As he got close, he drew the pistol from his pants, sighting down the barrel. Alex was in deep--and, from the little that Yojin could see, it looked like the other student was fighting for their life.
The gun wavered in Yojin’s hand. He didn’t fire. It felt like his arm was frozen in place.
His stomach churned at the thought of killing someone. Was Alex about to? Had he already?
The barrel of Yojin’s gun wavered between enemy faces as they shifted and blurred in close combat. For some reason, he kept noticing little details. Brown eyes. Glasses. They all looked so...young.
Yojin swallowed.
“Alex! Your ride is here! Let’s go!” He yelled out. Then he lowered the pistol, pulling out the cell-phone radio he’d made before. A pulse of his quirk into the little machine send his heart pounding, re-arranging the wires just...so. He felt it start to heat up in his hands. He’d shorted the battery.
“Alsoduck!” He yelled out, hurling the broken-radio-bomb into the cluster of combat. It was way too small to be lethal, or even that deadly. Still. When it popped, it was going to start a small fire, and spray battery acid around it. No one was going to find that pleasant.
Enough people had died today.
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Post by Chimera on Nov 9, 2018 20:40:50 GMT -4
653 WC ow my everything | This scenario might have been hilarious in a really-black-comedy movie. As it were, Chimera couldn't even managed a choked laugh as the man dropped one of the plates he'd grabbed, turned to pick it up, then bolted out of the tent without bothering to. Why. Why and what and...y'know what, he didn't have the time or the energy to think more about this. He wasn't dead. Somehow he had not been stabbed or shot (worse than he already was). So he could still do what he'd set here to do. Picking up as many of the heavy plates as he could--the bruises already forming on his chest, and his broken rib, meant it wasn't as many as he should have been able to--he lugged his way back.
Chimera half expected the tank to just not be there when he came out of the tent, given how wonderfully this whole experience had been going. But there it was, and there was Yojin and the two other soldiers fixing it up. He dropped the plates by them unceremoniously and nearly collapsed next to them. Instead he did his best to just...lower himself very quickly to the ground. Let's go with that. "Sorry it took so long, I, uh, got shot at. Slight detour. Sorry."
He stopped as Yojin suddenly approached him, muttered something Chimera barely heard through the gunshots and explosions in the distance, and then wrapped his arms around him in the most awkward hug ever. His eyes widened just slightly...and then he let out a low hiss of pain. "Ribsribsribsribspleasewatchtheribs," he sputtered, but at the same time he returned the gesture, as stiff as Yojin's whole body was in doing so.
Hugging was definitely not one of his strong suits.
But...it was kind of nice to know he'd been so worried about him...
...not the time or place for that. Get in the tank.
Inside the tank, with a moment to breath and a lot of metal between him and bullets, Chimera lifted the kevlar vest just enough to push aside his fur and see the deep purple and blue dotting his chest. He could feel which rib must be broken just by lightly touching the skin above it. But a broken rib was still much, much better than the alternative. He had to thank Alex later for literally saving his life. While he inspected his injuries Yojin kept watch, and only when the absolute idiot jumped off the side of the tank and to his feet did Chimera jolt up and pull the vest back down. What could he possibly be doing now?!
If he was about to walk in front of another tank Chimera was going to kill him.
Instead Chimera peered around the metal platting and saw the same scene; Alex fighting against more soldiers. Whether or not he was winning or losing was really, really hard to see at this distance, but Yojin apparently decided that he wasn't going to leave it to chance. He hurled something sparking towards them and Chimera covered his ears and closed his eyes tight. It would be nice if he could go the rest of today without hearing any more screams of pain.
He winced as he heard another near-by explosion.
An explosion that was definitely not from Yojin's little 'bomb'.
Oh. Oh God, was that a grenade? Grey girl's? Alex's? Did they...?
Chimera's stomach lurched in a way that made his whole body stagger. No, no he could not picture the aftermath of a frag grenade. Not now and not ever. He had already seen one person's brains being blown out of the back of their skull, and been shot at, and known his friends had been shot at as well. This was his limit. Any more of this, even just a little more bloodshed, and...and...
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Post by Darren Blanco II on Nov 13, 2018 7:56:29 GMT -4
A grenade flew over the tents, carrying with it all the terrifying authority of thrown explosives; when it landed a few meters from their positions, the soldiers protecting the tank ducked behind cover like one man. There was a bang, kicking up dirt and shrapnel, shouts, and when they peered over their cover again, they saw three soldiers and a kid running at them. Matter black as ink danced and twisted around the kid, bending to his will; he was a Quirker. He was an enemy. It was then that the smoke from the grenade Alex lobbed right after the frag cluttered their vision.
The sound of automatic gunfire was deafening. It had been said God made men and Samuel Colt made them equal, and the wisdom of that statement could certainly be seen now; gunfire was still the great equalizer, allowing the powerless to dress a lethal barrage of bullets between themselves and their superpowered opponents, or in that case, opponent.
Alex and his squad fired back, of course. Yamaguchi fired blindly through the smoke while the others changed positions, and they covered him in turn when it was his turn to move. Even through the smoke, however, his bullets were reliably hitting the top part of the sandbags, forcing the anti-quirker’s heads down. For a moment, it seemed that everything was going well. Alex and the others were advancing, no one was dead just yet and Risaka and her team managed to get closer thanks to the hell they raised.
However, they were up against the same caliber of enemies their allies were. To counter the smoke and the grenades Alex chucked with his quirk, the anti-quirkers went with creative tactics and chucked their own grenades at the enemy. Yamaguchi gave instructions; his remarkable spatial awareness allowed him to determine an approximate blast radius, and his equally remarkable pulmonary capacity and coffer allowed him to bellow for the others to get the fuck out over the gunfire. However, the damage was done. Yoshida got hit in the leg and shoulder and told them to push forward and leave him behind. Nobu had to run out of cover to avoid one, and in doing so exposed himself to the line of fire. He ate three bullets before he crashed behind a rock. There was no telling if he was dead or alive and no time to. They had to advance.
The cover of smoke was getting thinner and thinner and more shots were landing close to their target now, on either side. No one had any time to count their dead or injured. It was a matter of returning fire until there was no more fire to return. A phone landed next to one of the anti-quirkers, leaving him puzzled until the thing exploded to his face and sprayed him with acid. He yelped and recoiled from the burn, his head peering out just enough for Yamaguchi to pinpoint a deadly shot. At the same time, yet another anti-quirker shot at Alex, and was off by a few centimeters. A little lower and the bullet would have punched through his skull instead of ricocheting off the top of Hisao’s helmet. The rest of his suit was badly beaten, having taken some indirect fire. With the protection of his shadow walls, the few bullets which did hit him had their energy sapped and their flight perturbed, ricocheting on his armor or scraping his sides. Every hit would have still felt like being struck with a baseball bat and he was bleeding a little where he was exposed, he was alive.
They were some twenty, maybe twenty-five meters from the opposition now, and that’s when they could see Risaka darting from the side. Two soldiers opened fire as well, the two which went with her. The grey girl’s hatred for the army and everything related to it was plain to see, but given what happened today, they had nothing to say. “We won’t miss,” said Takeshi then, “If you don’t die.” The twenty-something try to force a smile. He had been mildly successful.
And now the girl was running. It felt like time slowed down as he was lining his shots, shooting former comrades in arms in the side, some which he knew the names of and had joked with before. All this to protect the now-green girl who was running towards the tank, to lob a grenade in and kill more men. All so that they could escape and get the civilians to safety. Soon it would be over. Soon they would be safe, drinking hot chocolate under a survival blanket in a friendly helicopter. Soon. For now, keep shooting.
Risaka was a green blur, the anti quirkers only realizing her presence when she slowed briefly on the sandbags to coil for her jump. She leaped gracefully over the tank, leaving a present or two behind her, and then bolted away. She did right.
I wish I could describe a great explosion, a fury of fire and flames engulfing everything around the area and bringing an end to the fighting, but that isn’t what happened. The anti-quirkers realized what was happening when their head a dulled, muffled bang and saw their tank rock on its suspension, and then the second grenade Risaka threw eliminated a good chunk of them. Along with the casualties by Alex and his squad, few were left standing.
Perhaps with the action dying down a little, they would notice the tank had arrived with Chimera and Yojin, who had thrown the phone grenade earlier. Only one thing left to do. Run to the tank and get the hell out of here, and all would be over.
However, it wouldn’t be so simple, because nothing was that simple in life. The remaining anti quirkers knew they had lost. The coup had failed, that much was clear from what they could make out of the radio chatter, and what awaited them was a life of prison if they managed to avoid capital punishment, which they had very little chance of pulling off. They knew they had lost and they knew why, they knew because of whom.
And such, they’d meet their last opponent. If he couldn’t take out the quirkers, he would take out their tank no matter the cost; that’s what the C4 taped to his chest said as he ran towards the tank. Risaka and Alex would need some time to get back, as the man came out by surprise from behind a tent, electronic detonator in hand, and only Yojin and Chimera were close enough to stop him before he could enact his sinister plan. A bullet was too dangerous.
Only one more obstacle. Only through cooperation and the efforts of the whole team they would escape, and only then. One more push.
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Post by Chimera on Nov 15, 2018 1:28:21 GMT -4
482 WC YEET | Chimera still had his eyes clenched shut when he heard the sound of footprints through the screams and explosions. But...not from the right direction to be where Alex and Risaka had been going. His head jerked towards it, eyes opening wide and then wider still at the sight of a soldier charging the tank. Chimera didn't recognize them as one of those who had been helping them--It would have been horribly awkward if Chimera had shouted "look out" or something and it turned out to be somebody on their side--but they, whoever the hell they were, had been polite and put a large name-tag right on their chest that clearly read "BOMB". That made recognizing faces unnecessary.
...and something funny happened the moment Chimera saw them. His body felt lighter, like it wasn't weighed down by the kevlar vest or the bruises or the broken rib. It wasn't a good kind of light, though. No weightlessness. Just a feeling that if he had to right now, he could run as fast as he could and ignore all that pain. Was that an adrenaline rush, maybe? Well it picked a great time to kick in. Not when everything around them had been falling to pieces and he'd actually needed to do something like rush the tank, or fight the man in the tent, or do anything to protect himself...nope, right here and right now with the exit in sight and one crazy fucker with a box of boom strapped to him.
Maybe it was because he was defending somebody, instead of attacking.
Odd way to think about this whole disaster, but...
"YOJIN GET THE DETONATOR!" He managed to bark before his teeth clenched tight, canines grinding against one another, and took off in a dead sprint towards the suicide-bomber. He only had one shot at this and if he fucked it up then he wasn't going to live very long to regret it. But. If he did fuck up, then even at this distance, Yojin and Alex and Risaka and all those people in the tank weren't going to live long enough to hate him for it, either. And yet that was not a comforting thought. It was the opposite. With clawed hands outstretched Chimera went right for the suicide-bomber's arm--the one with the detonator,--specifically his hand. Specifically-specifically his thumb. He wouldn't try to grapple the detonator away from him, though. Instead he took that thumb in his palm and pushed it back and back and back away from the rest of his hand until he could hear the sick sound of bones snapping.
A cold feeling shot down Chimera's spine. That was not a fun noise. But he had to give Yojin a chance to reach around him and touch the detonator.
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Post by Hino Yojin on Nov 15, 2018 22:08:24 GMT -4
Yojin flinched back from the gunfire and explosions, not wanting to see the damage his improvised bomb has caused. They were almost out. That was what was important. An explosion rocked the ground nearby, and he felt the concussive force shake through his chest, his ears popping from the pressure with a sudden, stabbing pain as the world shook around him. Tears ran from his eyes--even closed, they stung from the smoke and from sweat. For a moment, the world was silent.
He opened his mouth to yell to Alex again. He couldn’t hear his own voice, though--it felt like he’d gone mute. For a moment, Yojin hesitated. It felt like a nightmare--trying to speak, when no one could hear you. In a moment of panic, he tried to stand back up.
The world reeling around him. He was suddenly glad his stomach was already empty, because he definitely would have thrown up otherwise. He blinked, clearing the tears from his burning eyes, looking around, and trying to find their escape vehicle.
He saw it. Next to it was….Chimera? Running?
Hadn’t Chimera stayed in the tank?
Yojin frowned, suddenly tense. It was clear something had gone wrong.
“Chim--what’s up--” He started. He still couldn’t hear himself, though. Everything was so quiet and loud at the same time.
He saw Chimera’s mouth move, and tried to talk again, explain he couldn’t understand his friend.
Chimera blurred past him. Toward the front of the tank.
Toward a man. A soldier. Wearing very bulky armor. Was it plated, or something? Or was he carrying a box?
The soldier was running at the tank, but he didn’t have a weapon. Did he need help? Was he on their side or…?
Wait. The way the soldier had his hand held out was kinda weird. And Chimera was running at him with head held low, teeth bared. This man wasn’t a friend.
He was holding a...grenade? No. Too small. A…
Yojin hadn’t ever seen one in person, but it finally clicked. A detonator. Like for construction, or in the movies.
Oh holy shit.
Chimera was going to get splattered over the whole fucking armory. So was he, for that matter. And maybe the tank?
For some reason, Yojin staggered toward the soldier and Chimera, the world still swaying around him. What the fuck? He realized he’d dropped his tool bag, but it felt like more of an effort than he was capable of to pick it up.
Nothing made sense anymore.
He swiped at his eyes, clearing away the tears again, and turned the run into a sprint. He didn’t even know why at this point. Why anything was happening. He had a pipe wrench in his hand. The big one. From his bag. He didn’t remember grabbing it.
Chimera was going to get there before him. But he probably couldn’t disarm it. So Yojin needed...he needed to get his hands on it. And if Chimera couldn’t grab it...well, Yojin had a wrench.
And if neither of them grabbed it, it would be fast, and Alex and the grey girl would probably get out.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2018 1:41:58 GMT -4
Well, he wasn’t dead. That was something, probably. Maybe. If Risaka had lived, too, then maybe he could live with this outcome. He had to check on the guys who got knocked down during the charge, but there was a chance that nobody even died during that offensive.
Risaka had come through with two extremely accurate grenade tosses in the moment of truth, both neutralizing the tank and also routing the rest of the infantry defending the tank in a way that made it very easily for Alex’s team to come in and finish the job. Everything went from loud and painful to silent and painful all at once, and the sort of battle trance that the delinquent had fallen into finally wore off. During the actual fighting, he had run almost entirely on instinct and all higher thought function was shut off. Adrenalin combined with a bit of panic could do a heck of a lot for keeping someone on task, but once that threat was gone everything that had been ignored up to that point all came back very quickly.
The first thing, of course, was the excruciating pain in the delinquent’s head. A bullet had slammed into the helmet he was wearing and had very likely given the boy a concussion. He didn’t remember losing consciousness at all, but it was very possible he lost it for a second or two. His hands and feet felt numb as hell, and once he had triple checked that there were no living hostiles in the area around him… he bent over and emptied his stomach on the ground. His limbs ached and had shooting pain through them too, especially his shoulder and ribs… but it was nothing compared to the pain he was experiencing in his skull that limited his capacity to even think.
Holy fuck.
They did it.
They made it.
His ears were still ringing from being in such close proximity to the rifles and machine guns as they fired enough to give the delinquent a real risk of tinnitus. Yojin was clever enough to make little acid grenades to throw into the fray as they rolled up with the newly repaired tank. Alex had no idea how in the actual fuck they got the tank, which had suffered a direct hit, up and running so quickly and to be honest he didn’t care to know. It was irrelevant, because he was happy to fill in the gaps and just say that the people back there are fucking geniuses and managed to make something work much faster than they should have. They were awesome and got them all a way out of this hell hole.
After emptying his stomach, he found his limbs much heavier than before. It wasn’t the vomit that did it, but the exhaustion catching back up to him again. He had pushed his quirk to its absolute limit already and went beyond that limit. Plus Ultra and all that. His body felt cold as well as heavy, and along with the numbness in his hands and feet the boy had managed to flat out drop the pistol he was holding at some point after the battle. It just slipped out of his hands, presumably, but thankfully he didn’t need to use it. He had no fears about freezing up, but that had likely saved him some nightmares in the future.
Wait.
Future.
Future.
Oh, fuck. His unfocused red gaze had just been staring off into nothing, and he had basically been standing completely still for God knows how long. His mouth opened like he was going to say something, and his lips even moved to form words… what came out wasn’t words, though, it was just heavy breathing. His head still hurt like hell, and he couldn’t tell if it was because of the pain or the numbness or the head injury that he found himself literally unable to form words right then. It was one of them, for sure, or maybe it was the exhaustion. Maybe it was even because of the quirk overuse turning his skin all clammy and cold.
They still needed to get out of there. They weren’t out of the woods yet, no matter how fucked up Alex himself was. He might still need to fight after this, so he sluggishly looked around to find his pistol several feet away from him. He lumbered over with all the grace of a cat that had been in a room filled with cannabis smoke for a few hours and retrieved his weapon, its clip still filled with bullets that could kill even if his quirk didn’t. Dried blood stuck to the delinquent’s left arm all the way down from his previous injury, and spatter from both friend and foe marked what remained of his armor in other places. It wasn’t a lot of blood in these other locations, and would not even warrant a mention except for the fact that there was a certain furry mutant around who had a rather interesting reaction to the scent of blood that Alex had no idea about.
Blissfully unaware of how fragile their escape plans were, the delinquent turned to the tank and began trudging over to the vehicle so he wasn’t forced to walk anymore. He wasn’t an athlete, not in the sense of the running and doing this long term stamina based activity thing. Alex lifted because he didn’t like running, but by God was he forced to do a hell of a lot of running today. A lot of running. And shooting. And killing. And getting shot at. And bleeding. And pain. And head hurting. Holy fuck, was this headache ever going to go away? Or the ringing in his ears, for that matter? It was painful and annoying at this point, not even to mention the fact that his breath was now visible from his lowered body temperature so he was mildly shivering to go along with it all.
Just another happy day in the neighborhood.
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"Miss Gray"
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Post by Risaka Reinacht on Nov 16, 2018 17:48:35 GMT -4
Running as she felt her absorbed shade of green colour fading made her awfully panting, and then slowly jogging to slow herself down after confirming she had hit her targets. The explosion inside the tank oblitirated it's chance of driving ever again and taking out a whole bunch of pigs with her second nade made her real fucking satisfied. Blowing obstacle out of the way certainly made her quicken up her senses and overall body, that of course was not enough for her to ignore her immensely annoying drawback. With an unexpected yawn she gave herself a light slap to the left facecheek, last thing she wants to think about is to take a nap in the middle of a battlefield, with corpses around and death reeking. ''Stay awake idiot! Nows my time to return to the others and get the hell out of here!'' She needed that swift slap, her unsharp eyes sharpened up once again, looking behind her at the mess she caused, but there might be more soldiers left with too big of a lust to continue their mindless deed. Not returning to the initial fighting place she instead decided to go around a couple of tents before viewing the place where supposedly Alex and rest of the soliders fought the frontline she blew up.
It didn't take long until she saw the very few men that was the Quirkers' side. They must've been hit real fucking bad, one wasn't even moving. She frowned upon even using her last bit of energy on carrying those soldiers, christ why would she even show such sympathy? But she saw no reason to let them rot there, without them distraction the scum of soldiers she'd end up as swiss cheese before she knew it. With no harm on her body she took the time to reach the one not moving. ''Alright shithead, just don't try to squirm...'' Placing the man on her shoulders she got up and moving, looking over the small distance she saw the tank running and going. Oh lord almighty thank whoever made it going, that was the ticket out of this place. With all the reeking smoke and foggy air it was somewhat difficult for her to determine who was who at the small distance. Hearing loud yelling and muttering from every corner worried her greatly. It was then she actually saw Alex being closest to her, carrying himself to the rest almost as if he was near death made her silently growl. Super reckless as always, him and his overly heroic attempts could only become a burden in the future for her, granted he was not laying on the ground and was completely helpless. ''Try not to act like a silly zombie okay? So dramatic I swear...'' Neglecting Alex's current state the monochrome girl passes him with quicker steps despite having a body on ehr shoulders, she was completely unharmed afterall. But for now she just wanted to reach their friendly tank, it was then she heard those desperate crying words from a certain white furred individual. Risaka had a good ear for voices, especially one that was from a crybaby's mouth, but she was more intrigued of the detonator part. What, was there a bomb? Now she felt quite hesitant to even get closer to the tank, her feet stopping with her frown looking around at the smoke reeking field.
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