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Post by Kirk Bluster on Jan 14, 2019 15:01:26 GMT -4
Kirk had started stretching his arms, pulling them over his shoulder, as Angel pointed out her wings. Kirk turned to look at her before quickly tipping his head downwards "W-Well, yeah I guess! Speed and maneuverability is the other! I think... " Even Kirk understood what an angel was! Although with her explaining the details of her quirk, Kirk couldn't help but put his thoughts elsewhere. That was a fancy hero outfit that was for sure... almost looked outright official with all the details. He was starting bounce all these different comparisons in his head: Man, she could fly? AND do all those things? One more thing better than his quirk... Well, atleast she didn't seem THAT physically fit! So powervise, He might have advantage when actually hitting things! Right...? "Bleeeh!" He shook his head, lifting his chin high! This was not a day for this sort of thing! Besides, the girl was on HIS SIDE! It was an ADVANTAGE! "WE HAVE OUR ADVANTAGES!" He said loudly, almost to reassure himself.
As Angel proceeded to explain their enemies advantages in such a great detail, that Kirk felt like he was in Junkos class (almost yawning included), he heard Rimma agreeing to his semi spontaneous suggestion. "Yeah, you get it! I always carry stuff around, so...!" However, since the balls were now strewn across his chest, there was plenty of space for her to take, just the bat and the racket were in it. However, the next part had him a bit befuddled... "I did? No I swear I..." He actually placed his fingers onto his chin in confusion, rubbing it for a brief moment. But he wasn't given much time to think, before Angel suddenly dropped over to him, making him flinch, and showering his quirk and plan with praises! "Y-Yup yup! Thats exactly what I meant!" A stealthy plan? With Kirk in it? If this was a class 1-C exercise only, everybody would have laughed at this point! The guy was the most unstealthy thing since an exploding tanker when he got in the middle of the action! However, the clear little blush on his indicated that he was actually really proud! Albeit, most of her ideas included him being pretty much the "pick-up donkey", the way it was sugarcoated and told by a pretty girl had him all sorts of accepting of the fact! "You can leave it to me!"And well, Risaka was still good old Risaka. Atleast she wasn't AS angry as usual seeming towards him. And taking how many times he had heard the comment meathead, it had almost become her regular way of greeting him. However, the angel girl was seemingly just a tiny bit nervous about asking from her about what she thought about her plan. And Risaka answered with pretty much a plan of classic 1-C quality: Leave all the bad stuff to me! "Do yelp, if you need some sort of help! I assume I'll be close enough to smack the guy during the action!" Some things just didn't change... So Kirk was naturally a bit surprised that Rimma didn't agree with taking them out. "Well, if kneecapping ain't allowed... Guess I can spare a sock if you guys have some rope?" It would be useful to get atleast one of the players out of the game in a way. However, Geists voice soon told him that immense brutality wasn't allowed. "Oh yeah... breaking bones or that sort of thing ain't cool. That's true!" This was just a class after However, then he was reminded of the fact that Rimma already told him once before! And Kirk felt like he had to fix it immediately! And there was no better way, then taking a breath, and "ITS SUPER SLUGGER SIR! I mean, Dudettes!" As he slapped his fingers on his forehead. Hopefully that handled it so he wasn't in trouble or anything...
And thus the game started!
Rimmas hesitation had Kirk a bit befuddled. "Pff, that was the plan, dudette!" He crouched down a bit, as his pouch started opening wide, starting to look like a big bowl strapped to his back. "Get in! Not gonna be talking on the way, cause I gotta be stealthy!" He pointed over to the first building on his right. "We are gonna be hiding in there, Ris! Just make a lot of noise and we will know when we start our own tricks!" As soon as he felt Rimma step in (thank god she didn't have a hero suit with heels yet) Kirk stood up, as the pouch 'zipped' around her, leaving only her head and anything she was holding sticking out of the hole on top of it. It was real snug, that was for sure... "Now... The ride is gonna be bumpy." He said in the tiniest bit more quiet than regular talking voice for other people, as he started hopping forward with light steps, trying to make as little noise as possible with his assortment of items. He had promised to be stealthy, so stealthy he was, outright holding his breath, as to avoid saying anything.
...Kirk couldn't help but feel a bit fresh... like a little chill was surrounding him... He gave her a bit of a curious look, with his cheeks red from holding his breath, as he blinked. However, as they reached the spot under the stairs next to the building, Kirk squatted, taking a brief moment to breathe quietly yet swiftly. "Now... We just wait for Ris... or for them to walk past us..." He loosened his pouch just a tiny bit... just in case Rimma wanted to get out... He didn't think the ride was THAT uncomfortable, since it was so short, but... well, first timers ain't used to being backpack fillings. What happened? - Kirk grabs Rimma into his pouch, and feels a little bit refreshed by the cold air she is pumping out... - Hides under the stairs next to the first building on the right from his perspective, loosening the bag so Rimma can get out if she wants to. - tries to tell her quietly to wait. Position now? Taking that its pretty much a straight line from the starting position, there is no clear view point for the opposing team to see him do the run, I think?
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Post by Angel Surami on Jan 14, 2019 21:10:45 GMT -4
| O nce the mysterious and rather intimidating Risaka finally began to speak with her first comment being an insult toward Kirk calling him a meathead which quickly showed Angel what kind of person she was having to lead. Every fiber of Angel's being wanted to call Risaka out on her rudeness,but she knew that for the time being she had to keep her mind focused on the mission at hand and on keeping the people she was leading safe and mostly unharmed. As Risaka began to tell the team that none of them could handle the one known as Alex's strength and his unwillingness to give up and so she was going to take him on personally keep him check and then come to assist her team if needed. To this Angel nodded silently and respectfully toward Risaka before turning her attention toward her more agreeable teammates. Angel listened to Rimma thoughtfully speak to Kirk saying that the idea of her being carried using his quirk could work so that she could be a portable cover system. This made Angel grin a confident grin as it seemed that her on the fly planning was seeming to come together quite well! As Rimma apologized to her saying that a constant fog was beyond her current abilities and explained that she could only do brief smoke screens and cause her foes to get frostbite,but didn't want to do the latter due to the challenge ahead of them being only a training exercise. Rimma then asked her if Angel was her real name or just her hero name causing Angel to give her a gentle smile. "No need to apologize! We all have our limits! To be honest brief smokescreens should be enough for our purposes! Since I'm dating Farrah I would prefer her beautiful skin not get frostbite so that works just fine. I'll make sure to send you both a clear signal when it's time to move in. Make sure to send a signal back if you need to be air lifted out if you have a maniquin. I'll come top speed to help. As for my name my full name is Angelica Surami,but I choose to go by Angel for short so it's both my real name and my hero name."As Rimma mentioned that they didn't need to outright take out their foes but instead just disorient or distract them so they could grab the civilians Angel nodded. The winged woman in her excitement of the thought of a good fight and a rematch with Sue had lost sight of the fact that indeed prolonged fights would favor their foes. Angel had to do her best to keep focused and not let her lust for a challenge overwhelm her responsibility of leading her team to victory. "You're right Rimma. We need to move in and out quiet and fast. All of us need to be patient and wait for the other team to get closer before we make our move. If we try to carry the civilians for too long they could get taken back. I'll start out from high ground so I can dive bomb down to the other team and do my best to disable Farrah who will most likely be their way of communicating. One quick jab to the throat should do it. If it's still dangerous for that I'll focus on grabbing a couple civilians. We got this!"Once Angel explained to both Rimma and Kirk what her primary attack plan was to try and gain an early lead on the other team she listened to Kirk get all excited about their task at hand and their chances of winning. She listened to Kirk suggest tying up their beaten foes if they could spare some rope. To this Angel tapped her chin in thought,but at the moment it wasn't truly doable. It seemed they had a good primary strategy for however long it would last. As Kirk named named himself as Super Slugger and the loud alarm went off to start the game Angel watched and listened as Kirk and Rimma team up as Rimma climbed into Kirk's pouch leading Kirk to take off toward the building across from the first extraction point saying that was to be their hiding spot as they waiting for their targets to get closer and for Risaka to be their distraction. Once Angel took this into consideration she quickly ran out of the cave and toward the building where the first extraction point was. Once she reached it she used her wings to quickly fly up to the roof where she crouched down behind cover to wait for the right moment to strike. As she waited she couldn't help but feel a bit guilty about having to take away Farrah's ability to speak. "I'm sorry my song bird, I'll make it up to you after!" What happened:Angel listens to her teams suggestions and limitations. Once the game starts she follows Kirk and Rimma out of the cave and uses her wings to hide behind cover on the roof of the first extraction point building. She is waiting for Risaka to cause their distraction. |
credit to nat of adoxography.
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Post by Risaka Reinacht on Jan 15, 2019 13:48:22 GMT -4
RISAKA REINACHTU.A Student / Miss Gray
''Everyday I ask myself if I even should bother'' words 759 • tagged @ • notes | It was almost like her team wanted to annoy her, meathead yelling so loud so close to her made her winch from the high tone of his voice, rubbing her left ear with her pinky with a growing anger mark on her forehead. ''Can't you spend that energy out in the field instead...'' Their plan wasn't that different from hers, just not get in her way. Last thing she wanna worry about is to accidentally knock down one of her own teamates, as long she got to go face to face against them. She wanted to take the lead from the start, break their formation and spirit and take advantage of it through the game. Thinking to herself and the many circumstances she could end up when going in was seemingly endless like a waterfall, but all of it got cut short when the low redhead asked for the monochrome girl's hero name. Risaka irked inside her head but looked away to the side, arms crossed extra tight, she didn't give a strong hostile gesture, but more or less an uncomfortable one.
''Gh... If it makes you happy then sure, just refer me as Miss Gray.''
It wasn't a hero name she stood proud with, nor one that she initially wanted to even wear on her. But it was simple enough for it to be tolerable and fitting. After giving her so called Hero Name their teacher popped his voice through the microphone, what was this, hunger games? Awfully big setup for a mere combat lesson, to her at very least. And of course Risaka had to held back her strenght to the other team, all of this annoyed her beyond her patience. And to use Hero Names that much was certainyl not her cup of tea, but if it had to be done then so be it. It wasn't like she had any other opportunity to communicate with the rest, the only one she knew name of was that darn meathead, Super Slugger? Really? Maybe Slugger was better, shorter and faster to pronounce... or sluggy, or even slug, now that fits. She nodded to herself in thought right before the rather loud buzzer went off. It shuck her eyes open and grunted.
''It's time already... let's get this over with.'' Just speaking to herself she stepped forward, casually infact with the others going to their positions, she didn't look too much at them, but she knew where they waited, but how would she give a signal? If she yelled out it'd be obvious as day. No, instead she'd keep herself quiet, standing infront and between the first two houses near the small wooden bridge. Her monochrome body and offputting looks was too hard to not ignore. Standing there until she saw the blue team and their cart moving slowly past the first pair of buildings. She waited and stood there until she was for certain that they noticed her, maybe they got on alert or maybe they'd underestimate her. Either way, once seen she made sure her eyes began to lighten up, activating her Quirk gave colour to her eyes, bright topaz yellow that made a huge contrast to her body. Keeping a stance and stare solid to make sure she came off as intimidating. Not letting her eyes get away from the opponent's. In matter of seconds her body drained up all colour within 5 meter radius as if she was a vortex for all hue. Now her body being the colours of the ground and the many pieces of junk on the ground she got into a position, a second away to engage the fight. Hopefully her activation of quirk and intimidation was enough of a 'signal' for the rest to see.
''Let's see if they can even keep up with me..'' She thought to herself waiting in position. And just like that she seemingly went to one place to another in an intense speed. A curving dash from the right, all the way up to Alex, with the intention of overwhelm him with her speed, speed at 50m miles per hours. Of course with the rule of not going brutal she had other plans for the egohead. Rather than going for an assaulting punch of a kick she instead made sure to crash her right arm against his stomach, pushing with her entire force enough to tear him off his footing and stance. He might be able to take hits for days, but when it came to actual body strenght she went all against his.
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Walked up to the first two buildings, waiting there standing until both ends sees eachother.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2019 15:52:29 GMT -4
Contact. Risaka was standing just in view, but out of range of his shadows. The boy held out his right hand and put up his index finger to indicate one for a moment but did not otherwise change behavior. The monochrome girl activated her quirk with that yellow eye flash and the color drain and was off to the races just before the delinquent got in range. She was running in a straight line, which was a bold move. Tendrils of shadow rose up from the boy’s feet and lashed out in tandem, each of them lined with fever-inducing liquid as well as temperature controlled to burn through the skin with the intense cold on the surface of the shadow itself. The girl wasn’t knocked out of her charge from the attack, which was honestly kind of surprising. He went full force on that attack and had expected her to naturally be knocked off course like people normally were. He had expected to be able to knock her away as well as attack, but that didn’t seem to be happening. Alex didn’t get the opportunity to throw a second attack before she blitzed thirty meters in the space of roughly a second and punched him right in the gut. Shadows lashed out to grab and pull the monochrome girl with him, despite the fact that he was caught off guard by just how strong the girl had gotten since Semper Fi. The delinquent’s back smashed through the wall of the nearby building with ease, and there was enough force left even then for the boy’s back to slam against the next wall in line before falling to the ground. It was a hard hit, harder than he was expecting… but thankfully he had brought his armor along for the exercise. If he didn’t have it on, that would have broken some bones. Maybe a lot of bones, he wasn’t exactly a doctor. Bottom line was that he would’ve been fucked up but wasn’t really aside from some bruising most likely. The pull into Risaka was empowered with the burn and fever, but otherwise was fully focused on yanking her inside so that she couldn’t do that to any of his teammates. His job was to outlast her and keep her away from his teammates, and not much else. To that end, he immediately started up another round of attacks. Shadow tendrils as durable as iron rose up at his feet and would lunge forward at the monochrome girl. Every second that those constructs bought him to get up and move to a better position was a second that he wasn’t getting punched through a building. To that end, he used a small bit of shadow to bust open the side of the wall that the cart would pass through with one blast to open up a hole the size of a standard painting just to get a visual on how things were going out there. He was ranged and could still interfere with the shit that was happening out there. Risaka couldn’t without physically running over. That was an advantage, and not one that he was going to let the girl take away from him by shoving him inside some building. It was creative, sure, but Alex could smash through any material on this field with his quirk. It would take more than this to nullify him, and if he could draw two people that would be the ideal. C rank attack on Risaka empowered with F rank burn/fever Got hit by a C rank punch by Risaka and got slammed through building wall Attempt to yank Risaka in the building with him empowered with F rank burn/fever C rank attack attempt on Risaka whether or not yank is successful D rank small attack on the wall to open up a window to see the cart’s movements next round
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Post by Farrah di Prima on Jan 16, 2019 1:57:24 GMT -4
Farrah was happy to see that Firewall and Typhoon were getting along on the point. They looked like a classic hero team: geared up, with different lifestyles, cultures, personalities, abilities, and so on, but each carrying the same invisible torch of justice. "Eh he he... and as a duet, they both have looks! This is the kinda team that'd sell books!" she thought to herself, rubbing her hands together while she was alone, presumably unseen, in the shadows of the first right building behind the payload on its slow crawl. If Angel was watching her, Farrah might get a bop for perving on other girls, but Farrah wasn't worried; after all, Angel would be focused on the mannequins like everyone else, she figured. Here in the back, there was no way she would be the target of anyone's first assault, right?
As it turned out, Farrah had the situation very poorly in hand, misinterpreting all three of the enemy's positions. Firstly, she had expected to see the big, sporty fellow headed out in front, since he apparently needed to be very close to make use of his strength. Instead, he was nowhere in sight... Secondly, she had expected she'd have enough time to see that cold, monochrome girl make her ambush on Alex. This was a non-issue, primarily because Alex had ended up assaulted by Risaka from the very outset; it became a two man skirmish out in front of the cart almost immediately. There was no point worrying about informing him, because the action was so quick, her bubbles couldn't have reached anyway. Thirdly...
There was no sign of Angel. That was the most surprising part of all... if nothing else, she expected Angel would have begun circling, waiting for her chance to nab a mannequin. It was impossible to think that her girlfriend had gone to anywhere but high ground, but where had she flown to? She had been asked to bubble the air in order to lay traps, which might detonate as Angel flew down, but her quirk was not ideal for this purpose, because her bubbles didn't hang. Those projected by her quirk were always moving in a slow, steady line, ready to be detonated by snaps, but incapable of taking on a stationary position.
Farrah's brain worked double time... should she abandon her post and try to help Alex? Watching his quirk in action was magnificent, worthy of song and poetry, in one poet's humble opinion... but Risaka didn't appear to appreciate the art. Alex had been plenty up front about the danger she posed. Watching Risaka bat away shadows was like watching an especially action-packed black-and-white movie. She didn't have time to keep gaping, impressed; she needed to act. The student stuck her head out from behind the building, then edged around the corner of the building and beneath the shade covering the front porch. She poked into the building's entrance and then stuck just her head out, forming an O with her mouth. For now, she'd use a few regular volume bubbles, each with its own purpose.
The first moved in a straight line towards the cart, with a trajectory much like that of Risaka charging out the gate towards Alex, only from the reverse direction. The first bubble was carrying two syllables, quiet, intended for those guarding the cart. "They hide," would be the full message it carried, once it detonated. She intended to let the two of them know that the enemies were lying in wait somewhere... She wondered if they might extrapolate from that an opportunity to assist Alex. The enemies had brought the fight to them and would have to close some distance before they could help, whereas Alex and the crew were still relatively close together. There could also be merit in staying to guard the cart, of course... "What would I do in their situation? This is why I prefer mediation!" she thought to herself, although she couldn't help but smile excitedly as she pictured what actions they might take.
Farrah couldn't create a minefield with her bubbles, but she could try to flush the enemies out of hiding. An advantage, she figured, was that her enemies were unlikely to know the range of her stand, and might move to avoid what they suspected were large encapsulations of sound headed in their directions. As such, she released a blanket of six more bubbles towards the rooftops of the red team's closest buildings. From this distance, the bubbles wouldn't reach, but the trajectory and slow speed might create the illusion they were going to. Once the bubbles did pop, they'd carry nonsense messages: "Come" "Out" Angel" "I'll" "Give you" "A kiss~!" Though, for all she knew, that muscly fellow or her kind fellow caroler would hear the messages instead. "That's sew confusion, for sure, I bet! I may get somethin' outta this tactic yet!" she joked with herself. Were she in Alex's shoes, she probably wouldn't have the slack mental capacity for jokes.
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Post by Feng "Fei" Yao on Jan 16, 2019 16:12:58 GMT -4
In a flash, the uncertain atmosphere of the game changed in a flash. From this distance Feng can faintly see Alex encounter one of members of the red team and go off to continue their fight. She looked around the area around the cart, expecting the enemy team to take advantage of the situation but no one came yet. Her mind is now bouncing everywhere on what will the enemy do next as her eyes dart around to look for any signs of the red team. Another thought occurred to her that panicking is not going to help. She takes a deep breath and takes a stance, carefully watching every building around the cart for any signs of the red team. To a peculiar sight, Feng sees Farrah’s bubble float towards them and pop with an audible. “ They hide”. The message was short but real important as the thought they could be waiting for the cart to get near a certain area and rush the duo protecting the cart down in one fell swoop. “ Looks like they were the ones to initiate the fight, but the real question is where are the others…” She wondered as she looked to skies around the buildings. It’d be nice to get down from the cart and check the buildings but that would leave one of her allies near the cart wide open for ambush and Alex is currently busy dealing with one of the red team. Its going to be inevitable that another skirmish will happen, but Feng must choose her opponent wisely and quickly. Would it be wise for her to take on the One with wings who has the advantage over her in the skies, take on the Big Guy who can store things, or the girl who can freeze things with her breath which be bad if either of team protecting the cart gets caught in it. All of these are inside of her head but thinking and worrying about it is only going to make it worse. But its better now than never and fortune favors the brave. “ Firewall, watch the buildings ahead of us. I’m going to try something. If anything happens, do what you can.” She tells her teammate as she takes a stance. She takes a deep breathe and activates her quirk to allow herself to leap from the cart and onto the roof of a building nearby the cart to hopefully have a better vantage point on where the red team is and catch them when they take the bait. If any of the red team come out and do take the bait, it would be easy for Feng to see them and rush down whoever comes near the cart. She just hopes that her partner understands her intentions, but the time draws near. Feng keeps a watchful eye on both the cart and the building that is the red teams first extraction point. " Its now or never..", she thinks to herself as she watches over the area. Summary of what Feng did: She jumped to the roof nearest to the cart. She is now waiting to jump at anyone who comes out of the buildings ahead.(Main Target is Angel)
What she did as an action: She jumped to the nearest roof via her quirk and is now waiting red team to come out. She is primed and ready for the battle ahead.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2019 1:27:10 GMT -4
--- arisu --- - THE YELLOWS OF THEIR EYES - At first, there really wasn't much to react to- and then, there was far, far more than Arisu wanted. It took all of MAYBE two seconds for Risaka- or whatever her hero name was- to close the relatively vast distance between her and Fenrir and literally throw him through a building, charging through writhing, lashing tentacles of darkness lifted to strike at her from all around. She couldn't even throw her flames barely a third of the distance she'd closed, and Risaka'd moved through the clearly dangerous assault laid out before her like it was nothing. That didn't bode very well- but she also couldn't maintain that effect for long, according to Fenrir. It wouldn't be long before her energy abandoned her and the pendulum would swing back their way. Even as Arisu stepped forward, the muscles in each arm tightening and wrapping her limbs in the cold flicker of Antipyre's black flames, she could see the tendrils nearest Fenrir starting to coil. Was he going to grab at her? When? She was so- When she hit him! She'd almost HAVE to stop, if she hit him as hard as she could. She might opt to drive him back, but if she didn't... she'd have a chance to help him out. Not one of the other three was visible yet- she could spare a second to tip the scales in Fenrir's favor, and a second was all the time she'd have. Fenrir went flying. The instant Arisu saw space between them, her hands flew up and erupted, unleashing a twisting wave of black fire towards Miss Gray, aiming to hit her in the moment it took her to reorient and move again, possibly while Fenrir's tentacles had her pinned. She didn't maintain the attack long- whether Fenrir's grasping attack was successful or not, she had no illusions that someone that fast would stay in one place long. The moment she'd released her attack, she was already scanning the area again. Down the alley to the right. Checking the rooftops above, the path Risaka had taken, the approach to the left, even behind them. With Typhoon moving upwards and Pop Poet watching their backs, she focused on the main track and the path to the left, the spots she'd asked Alex to watch- anyone coming at the cart from any other direction would be in the line of fire from the hole Fenrir blasted. Pop Poet was keeping back and sewing the field with bubbles as best she could. Arisu marked their locations- and the information the popped ones contained- and raked her mind.They'd let Risaka come in entirely unsupported, which meant... what? She hadn't gone for the cart. She'd gone for Fenrir. Not around, not through, for. She was acting, it seemed, in the same capacity as Fenrir, by tying up the other high-power student to give the other three on each time a chance to clash and interact. Which meant they couldn't expect to be unoccupied for long. She had to trust that the coiling grabs she'd seen Fenrir launch at Risaka as he flew would be sufficient to keep her occupied. He seemed more or less alright- he'd blown a hole in the building to let himself see, it seemed, so he intended to stay involved, and that helped a lot. She moved to the left side of the cart, away from the hole Fenrir had been thrown through. She didn't want to be in the way if he started throwing those horrid shadows her way, after all, and with Typhoon up on the bridge, she felt the balance had shifted to needing her on the left. "ROGER! I'll watch the front and left- Fenrir can still see the right side. I need eyes top and rear, you guys have me covered! They won't wait long, BE READY and CALL OUT VISUAL CONTACT IMMEDIATELY." Arisu yelled, unconcerned with whether the others heard her. She hoped that knowing their sneak attack was already anticipated would either coax them into delaying further to try to get them off guard again, or perhaps goad them into moving forward with minimal caution knowing the plan wasn't going to allow them to sneak around. Either result would be good. As promised, she kept her eyes on the leftmost and forwards approach and continued apace with the cart, trying to keep her bearings and prepared to unleash exhausting, chilly flames at anyone attempting to approach while shouting their position to her entire team. Still she held to her original plan- anyone coming at her would either need to waste time coming in at varying angles, or save it by rushing straight towards her- and if they did the latter, she had every intention of drowning them with Antipyre.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2019 1:40:50 GMT -4
Angel's acceptance of Rimma's limits, both the physical ones and the lines she did not wish to cross, brought some small relief. Although, her explanation that her hero name and nickname were one and the same left her... conflicted. On the one hand, angel was a perfectly apt term to use - but on the other, having a code name that so clearly matched your real one seemed to be missing the point in the Russian girl's opinion.
The feeling of relief at the winged girl's willingness to make adjustments to her plan came to an abrupt end as Angel so casually tossed out the idea of punching Farrah in the throat - and not just because she liked Farrah and didn't want to see her hurt. Shaking her head back and forth adamantly, she was quick to object. "Do not jab Farrah - or anyone else - in the throat! You risk collapsing it and then they will not be able to breathe at all and suffocate!" She put a stress on what she thought were the key words, eyebrows sharply arched downwards and tone sternly chastising.
Miss Gray, as Risaka so grumpily revealed her hero name to be, did not seem to have very much to say. Rimma wasn't sure if that was reassuring or worrying. At the very least, she hoped the grayscale girl would take the concerns about excessive force to heart.
The time for talk was over though as Kirk - Or rather, Super Slugger - hunched down, his back opening up. Rimma couldn't help but be both very mildly disturbed and fascinated, as while Quirks could be all manner of things and often involved bodily change most she had seen thus far were not so... fleshy. There wasn't time for standing around and gawking, however, so she only spared a brief second before stepping in to try and scale up onto the far larger boys back.
It was a little awkward doing so, but soon enough she was up and wiggling herself down into place in the fleshy pouch. Idly, the Russian girl noted it was very warm and as the pouch started to close itself around her she felt a reflexive jolt of alarm - it was for a moment like being in a meaty version of a venus fly trap. Instead of being sucked inside and trapped, however, her head was left free and the alarm gave way to a surprising and unexpected sense of coziness.
Making an effort to angle her face away from Kirk's head and neck, not wanting her breath to give the boy chills, she replied. "Okay, I'm ready." She gave a small nod to go along with it, but she wasn't sure if the boy could see or feel the movement. Then, she could only watch as Risaka did... whatever it was her Quirk did... and took off fast.
Kirk was quick to follow suit, and by proxy she herself, and she almost immediately lost sight of Angel - it was difficult to crane her head far back or to the side without being able to turn around easily. As the boy had said it would be, the ride was bumpy and strange to say the least. Were she larger than she was, she might have felt uncomfortably cramped but if anything the warmth was helping drive off the persistent cold that plagued her and let her focus more intently on her surroundings.
When they got to the spot under the stairs, she noted the curious look - but now was not the time for idle conversation. Instead, she gave a small nod and a quiet reply. "It should not be long." And it wouldn't be, as almost before she finished speaking Miss Gray made her move.
Still piggybacking as support on Kirk, she was at the mercy of his decisions on where to go and when - but that did not mean she was helpless. Her part was to obscure vision, and that was exactly what she was going to start doing the moment Kirk sprung into action. Taking a deep breath and cheeks puffing out, she was ready to lay down a thick if temporary veil of snow either the moment Kirk gave the word or the moment she was in range of the cart.
If someone happened to spot and try to intercept Kirk, she would try to use her snow veil to interfere with their attacks.
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Post by Kirk Bluster on Jan 19, 2019 13:28:30 GMT -4
Admittedly, Kirk doubted that he And Rimma would need separate saving. With his speed and defences, they could easily do a bit of "Hit and running", as long as the hits they took weren't too severe. But just the notion, that if they were in trouble they would be saved, was still nice and reassuring... Hopefully she would be able to pick up Risaka if her dive into trouble wasn't as successful as expected. He could already imagine her going like "Why didn't you help me!?" and calling him meathead again... It was so hard to know when he was ALLOWED to help her without insulting her. Kirk snapped back into attention, as a huge crashing sound echoed in the air. "That's it!" It really couldn't have been anything else! Besides, a quick peek from their hiding place just confirmed it, with the house on the other side now having a massive hole in it. So much pure strength. And seemed like the rest of the crowd was pretty confused and spooked about it, concentrating all their efforts on her! Which naturally meant... "Time for us to get smacking!" He said, reaching his hand behind himself without looking, and grabbing the first thing he knew was going to be there, a hairy ball that was bigger than his hand... Kirks eyes widened a bit, as he realized he had instead gripped Rimmas head! "E-excuse me!" His hand hustled a bit, as he finally grabbed that familiar grip...
And pulled out his racket! What he had learned whilst handling his baseball bat in the classes, was that to get the proper full effect from it, usually it involved a lot of wind-up to get proper damage in. Wind up that left him pretty open for any sort of attack from the front... For situations where there were multiple targets involved, it usually lead him to getting hit. However, with his training at tennis, he had realized one thing about rackets: They allowed for a way more defensive style of fighting AND for quicker swings with enough power to launch things if necessary! That meant, that he could be a little bit braver about getting into things, as long as he knew what was coming at him, And overall, felt strategically smart, especially in this situation.
...However, it was not like he lacked the bravery to do this even if he had just his bat! With very weird words like kisses and angels fluttering in his ears, Like legendary Jeeroy Lenkins, the big boy had immediately rushed towards crash site! It opened a whole new view on things, and now that he was pretty much outed, he didn't need to be so stealthy anymore! He could see bubbles flying from a girl in glasses towards the roofs of the buildings, he could see the asian girl jumping onto the roof! Which lead into a situation which couldn't seem more favourable to their gang! It was literally a fair 2 V 2 and 1 V 1 near them! And with all the things happening...
Kirk proceeded to make his move in classic Kirk fashion, as he was surrounded by almost glittering little field of frost, perhaps hiding the swings he was preparing behind them! He wound up his racket to the left side of himself as he opened his mouth: "Strike one!" He swung the racket towards Farrah, trying to knock her away and over from the cart, so that they could get atleast one pick up in! However, Kirk himself wasn't done yet! Whether or not his first strike hit or missed, He would proceed with: "Striiiiike...!" As the racket swung to the side proceeded to swing like pendulum, whipping up some of the sand off the ground, she proceeded to swing it like a serve towards Arisu... and with how wide this swing was, if nothing was done to dodge it, it would propably land directly on her buttocks and send her flying a bit farther as well. If anything was a proper distraction from the cart itself, it was gonna be Kirk!
His back was a little bit agape, once again allowing Rimma to jump out of it when she wanted... Who, knows, maybe this would turn out to be the perfect time to do some saving of captives? Heck, with it open like this, a hostage could be dropped in it! "AND TIME TO RUN THEM HOME!!" This should have been a good message for angel to join in if she wanted! He prepared his racket for clear and coming revenge... After all, Risaka had still not forgiven her for the time he tipped HER over! - KIRK RUSHES IN!!! - Gets a good view for getting deep in it. - With the glittery cold frost around him Proceeds to swing his racket first at Farrah... - And then at Arisus buttocks. - (whether either is proper successful is up to you) - Gives a message towards angel, that it was gonna be a good time for a pick up soon.
(Feel free to point out if I did too much, and if I cant edit, feel free to do something to punish the poor lad for it.)
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Post by Angel Surami on Jan 19, 2019 16:38:08 GMT -4
| T he battle had finally and truly gotten started! While Angel, Kirk and Rimma hid out and waited for the opportune moment to strike it seemed that the two power houses of both teams as Miss Gray went out and then stood out in the middle of the cart path and began to use up her quirk to suck up all of the color within a given area and absorb it into herself which was an amazing sight in and of itself,but what happened next was truly mind blowing! In a blur of speed Miss Gray was gone and rushing toward Alex slamming into him and sending him through a solid building while bringing pulled along with her target thanks to his shadow tendrils. Angel had to make a mental note not to screw with her. What Angel heard next almost caused her feelings to override her want to win the game as she saw a few of her lover Pop Poet's word bubbles which popped and asked Angel to come to her love to recieve a kiss. The temptation to fly down and lock lips with the woman she loved was massive,but Angel knew that the two girl's passion would have to wait until after the match was over. Angel had to keep her head in the game and out of the clouds. Thanks to the loud commotion caused by the clash of two powerful quirks Angel looked up from her cover to see that Luckily a rather massive opening would soon open up as the blue-team member Fen Yao to most likely use her quirk to jump from her spot near the cart and onto the roof next to it. This made Angel think that she was the one in charge of trying to ground her and keep her from swooping down and taking the civilians. "So that's how they wanna plan it huh?"Angel grinned as she took stock of the situation and she had to admit that she loved it it! The simple excercise had turned into a Miss Gray vs. Alex brawl, a Angel Vs. Feng battle of speed and apparently as Kirk with Rimma in toe rushed out of their hiding place with Rimma giving them her fog cover a two vs two fight! As Angel heard the phrases "Strike one, Strike and Run them home" Angel knew that her two other team mates had engaged with the two members of the blue team that could disable her which meant it was her time to strike! The young Angel quickly broke into a run and took flight and rushed toward the other teams area and their cart. As she did she once again caught sight of Feng waiting for her,but luckily she had a plan! As Angel got closer to Feng she quickly flapped both wings toward her launching four stone hard feathers from each wing in hopes of pushing her back. Angel once she hopefully distracted her foe quickly did a pendulum type swoop down into the chaos hoping that the fog would mostly cover her, plant her feet on the rim of the cart and attempt to wrap both arms around two of the fake civilians before using her wings to take off once more. The fake civilians were not to heavy but not weightless either which meant if Feng was gonna stay on her tail she'd need help which meant that as she flew for the first drop off she'd have to call out. "Flurry,Super Slugger,Miss Gray! I have two civilians and am inbound for the first drop off point,but have Feng Yao on my tail! I need someone to stall her!"Hopefully despite all the chaos her team mates would hear her call for help so that they could get an early lead in the game. Angel was facing three foes which had the ability to either take her out or keep up with her and so she'd need all the help she can get! Actions taken in post: Angel waited for all the crazy commotion to start and for flurry and super slugger to provide cover. Angel then flew toward Feng and the cart and launched a total of 8 stone hard feathers at Feng (4 from each wing) to keep her back. Angel then swooped down, grabbed two civilians and is currently heading for the drop off while calling for back up. |
credit to nat of adoxography.
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Post by Risaka Reinacht on Jan 19, 2019 17:44:24 GMT -4
RISAKA REINACHTU.A Student / Miss Gray
''Everyday I ask myself if I even should bother''
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| A succesful hit got through, just as she wanted she made him get blasted off from the spot near the cart. She felt the density of his armour, he must've invested more than she thought on those durable bodyplates, what an annoyance to say the least. But she didn't aim for a destructive punch, but rather a force to push someone from A to B. Surely there was some point where she could break it, but it was already forbid that any excessive force was to be done. However, she didn't need to use all of her strenght to break through, she couldn't afford to do that due to her limits. Being in thios colourful state can quickly take a toll on her body, and to top it off she haven't tested it truly yet. She wasn't about to test it right here, that'd be like shooting herself in the foot, instead she gave herself mroe motivation for one simple goal; to let others not have to deal with a persistant ego guy such as Alex.
All of this went through her head so fast that time seemingly went alot more slow than usual, but it quickly picked up it's pace when she felt a very bothersome feeling striking her body from behind. What is this blue shaded flames? At gave off an awfully weird start before realizing that it didn't even burn. For a moment Risaka felt that her quirk's limit was drawing much quicker, and thus quickly turns halfway towards the culprit of these flames. ''You little...'' The pain of that sudden increase of exhaustion truly got the monochrome girl mad. She only got to give Arisu a one eyed glare of upcoming fury. She'd rain upon the blue flame girl with hits for days if it weren't for the original annoyance. Alex, as the persitant guy he is, decided to pull her with him into the building.
'No dammit! Whyyy!'
She mentally screamed, she'd maybe be able to deny the grab if she didn't get so caught up by the sudden flames. Alex did give her a dose of the same body irritation. An actual stinging burn came on contact and an increase of fever brewed up inside of her body. She felt all of this during the pull and the tumbling roll inside the building that seemed to be very close to go crushing down. She gritted her teeth and got back up swiftly, fists clenched, who did he think he is? She bet he got extra cocky with that suit of armor on him, but once again she had to give herself a quick calming moment to not let her anger decide how strong her attacks should be. With the fever and the burn it gave her more the reason to stay collected and not spend all of her energy too quickly. She was ready to clash at Alex before she noticed how he made an attack on a wall. A distraction hit? No that'd be the most awful attempt. It had to be for other reasons, she knew he was competitive, so competitive to believe he could focus on two places at once. Her realizing that he planned to cover both her and the outside within the building truly got her gears drive wild.
''As if you'll be able to help them.''
If Alex was able to help the others while keeping her in check then whats the point of her being 'distraction'? No she had to do more, his shadow tendrils might be awfully burdening to handle, but if he wanted to be persitant then so could she. Crossing her arms for a brief moment she dashed right for Alex, striking away tendril after tendril. All of them didn't break from her hits, but they could be pushed, bent and even pulled. They were so many, god damn it was an energy waster to punch or kick one and another away from her. Her dash was quickly slowed down to the point where his many tendrils was practically blocking her path. With her arms now crossed her could only groan and block them all. ''God dammit- ngh! They are too durable! Wait-'' She thought to herself, it was odd but she was reminded by the first time she met Alex, during a Rescue Lesson. Practically the only time she made use of his Quirk. Back then she used his tendril as a rope, it was weak back then, but now... they are as strong as iron! With this in mind Risaka sharpened her stare and focused on the lashing tendrils, until she saw an opening. With her Gray Arm technique, she stopped the force behind the tendril and grabbed it with all of her might. With her large durability and strenght she planted her feet on the ground, pulling the tendril as fastest as possible. Pulling him right in before they were face to face once more, but instead of giving a ground shaking hit she grabbed his front, twisting her body and built up enough momentum as he got swung around her.
''Take this!'' She yelled out during the third round of swinging, tossing him right through a wall and another one at the house next to the one they currently fought in. She couldn't see how far inside he got tossed, but it was a damn strong toss she did, way stronger than the one she did back at their first lesson together, never did she think a time like that could come in handy. But that required alot of force. With a body near the 100 kg scale it was no surprise her quirk was halfway to the end. She huffed out, took a second or two to recollect her objectives. With how far he went it was a good time to turn her head to the hole he made, and saw whatevers that happened outside. Her yellow eyes flashed with determination, she got a quick reminder there was someone out there that needed a hit themselves. And thus she dashed right out from the building through the hole, seeing the girl with wings on her team carrying two dummies.
''I see, good thing they managed to do something from this.''
Path of toss and her exit.
-Alot happened! Risaka getting plenty of hits on her, fire that gives exhaustion, fever and burn from shadow tendril and a rapid session of many hits from them during the clash.
-She grabs a tendril as a form of rope, pulling Alex in to swing him around before tossing through a wall, again... and another one on the neighour house.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2019 19:33:08 GMT -4
Once Risaka was pulled inside and he had a bead on her, this fight got a lot easier. An abandoned theme park didn’t exactly have the best working lights, and the building she had tossed him in had none currently working. It would be a waste of electricity, after all, which meant she tossed him into an area with a lot more shadow. More shadows meant more constructs, and more constructs at max strength meant Risaka was in for one hell of an uphill climb. The grab inside meant she was trapped inside with him, and that worked out just fine for him. With all the shadow inside the building, the delinquent had no issues containing her and having her be forced to fight the constructs rather than making a rush at him. Red eyes gazed out the hole he made in the wall to see what was going on outside. He made a promise to take Kirk out, and the fucker was loud even through the fog. A singular tendril of shadow shot out like a blunted javelin in the direction of what he assumed was his back, empowered with both the frostbite and the hypothermia the boy could grant to his quirk. Because the fog obscured his view of his classmate, he put the full force of his quirk behind it – with a single point of impact that could punch through metal. It would be coated with a visible layer of liquid that looked a lot like slime, primed and ready to be burned into the blood stream of Super Slugger the second the burn effect got through the skin. Risaka, however, had other plans. She slingshotted her way back into melee by the time he looked back at her, and thus had a free ticket to grabbing hold of his body. The shadow javelin would dissipate into smoke about a foot in length before connecting with the middle of Kirk’s pouch due to the concentration required to aim and maintain the damned thing being completely broken on account of being swung around like a ragdoll. He couldn’t aim with his sense of direction being fucked with so badly, but he could still attack. Three javelins were thrown out from random directions in the general area of Risaka as she threw him through the building, but they were wildly thrown and not at full strength due to the… difficulty getting to maximum hardness when being tossed around like a football. Impact on the far building was swift as he smashed through the wall and while he managed to break the impact with the floor a bit with his quirk… the pain was pretty severe. What was worse, though, was the fact that Risaka had somehow gotten lucky enough to smash him through a staircase… which promptly collapsed with a decent chunk of the weight it had bearing down on his body. ”Fuck.” he breathed, entire body aching at this point but especially his left shoulder where he took the brunt of that last impact and his stomach which felt like it had been slammed against by a sledgehammer. He tried initially to push them off manually, as in with his actual arms… but there was a significant downside to not having supernatural or even above average strength in these terms because it meant that he was forced to waste his quirk for mundane shit like this. He could blast himself out dramatically and shit, sure, but that would waste energy he couldn’t part with at the moment. The shadow would come in like a saw and surgically cut him out, but that wouldn’t be instant. He was flung pretty deep into the staircase, so it would take a bit to get him able to stand once more and expedite the process with actually seeing how much force he needed to apply. If Risaka wanted to chase and punch him free, that was fine by him and in fact he fully expected her to continue the assault. He was flung far enough inside to where he doubted very much she had a visual on him, and if he needed to blast himself free he might as well do it when she was in the room for it to double as an attack. The enemy team needed five mannequins to win, and he was sure that they wouldn’t be to nab all five in the short time it took for him to take this slow to conserve as much stamina as he could for the actual fighting. He still had a lot left in the tank, but smart conservation of energy was smart especially when he had more to work with. Risaka wasn’t the only opponent here, and he needed enough in the tank for a decisive strike against the rest of the team as well. All he needed to do was get to a clear vantage point, and he could just pour the rest of his energy into wiping them all at once. That would take an enormous reserve of energy, but he had more than enough left in the tank for an attack of that caliber. Getting there might be an issue with his current physical injuries slowing him down, but his range was enormous and he didn’t need to exactly get in close to make this work. He just needed visual contact, and the rest would fall into place quite nicely. All he needed to do was get to a high vantage point with enough energy left to end this, and his team would outnumber the enemy one in very short order in terms of effective fighters. C rank attack on Kirk/Rimma, dissipated about a foot away for no damage. 3 D rank javelins tossed blindly at Risaka as he is tossed into the next building. Physically stuck 3/4ths of the way inside a staircase in the next building until next post, has no vision of outside goings on.
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Post by Farrah di Prima on Jan 20, 2019 3:58:11 GMT -4
No sooner had Farrah had relayed her message that the whole enemy team was in hiding apart from Risaka than that information was outdated, as Arisu had so aptly conveyed: Kirk appeared from the shadows of the building he'd been hiding behind, and simultaneously, Farrah darted out from the roof. Angel's confidence made it clear she hadn't been lured, either; Farrah suspected she'd just been waiting for the action to move a little closer. There was no sign of Rimma, at least...
... That part changed before she could even send a "one hides" message. What had been Kirk stupidly barreling across the battlefield, an easy target for one of her sound bubbles, soon became a moving cloud of fog. With no way to see, Farrah couldn't afford to waste her strongest bubbles on random firing... she wouldn't be able to time the detonation, nor would she be able to ensure direct impact of the slow-moving projectile. Kirk had something in his hand before he'd disappeared behind the fog... but what was it? A sword, or a hammer of some kind? The thoughts caused Farrah's eyebrows to arch as she began to consider dropping back into the building she was peeking out of.
Suddenly, a thick arm appeared out of the mist, and with it, a tennis racket. "Excuse me, but I am not a ball! And I'm not looking forward to this at- AAUGH," she cried out, feeling the slap of the implement across her back. They didn't call the guy Super Slugger for nothing... not that she'd heard his name. At this point, she could nearly guess it. Farrah's shades shot off of the front of her face and her cap floated almost comically to the floor of the porch as her body proper left the ground, with perfect trajectory, headed over the cart.
Angel had a moment of addled air-time, observing the battle in the sort of panoramic view that could only be provided by spinning three or four times around your horizontal axis mid-air. She saw Alex and Risaka still fighting center-stage... she saw the cloud that had smacked her leave the porch and head for Arisu on the cart. At this rate, he might grab some dummies... worse, Angel already had grabbed some, from her view into the air. Allowing Angel to escape was the one thing she couldn't let happen; her cool, blue eyes twitched, from a combination of her newfound anxiety and the pain spreading from the bruise on her back.
In this short moment of flight, she only had time to make one bubble. The only good part was that, while she couldn't move quickly to chase Angel on her own, Kirk had actually helped her in that sense; her momentum from the racket attack had given her a significant boost of speed and allowed her to cover a great deal of distance. As the spin put her face upward, she released a bubble... she couldn't predict exactly how Angel would get there, but she did know that Angel would have to go to the deposit point if she wanted to offload her hostages. As such, she fired one airborne in that direction; it wouldn't be affected by the wind or the spiral momentum of her spin, due to its odd properties. The bubble contained the only message fit to say at this point: "MY BACK!" There was plenty of noise and emotion loaded into it. When it popped, it would create a tremendous boom.
Farrah collided with the wall of the very extraction point building the action was headed towards. As she slumped into a pile with her legs sticking into the air and her arms splayed to both sides, she was essentially playing dead... it wasn't likely anyone would care about her. Her bubble probably wouldn't stand out either. Once it was at the point where she judged Angel would be approaching the dropoff point, she raised her fingers, anticipating the moment, for a single snap that would detonate her bubble.
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Got hit by Kirk's racket! Flew over the cart and into the dropoff point building.
While mid-air, released a bubble into the air toward the dropoff point. Bubble contains a single very loud boom, the words "MY BACK!" Clicking to detonate the bubble as Angel presumably approaches dropoff point, hit or miss will depend on how directly Angel approaches.
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Post by Feng "Fei" Yao on Jan 20, 2019 4:42:43 GMT -4
In a flash, absolute chaos ensued as the red team aptly decided to rush down the cart and another go after the targets as expected and Firewall calling out the inevitable showdown. With everything going on and two of the members of blue team are reoccupied, Feng needed to think of something quickly as everything goes on as the situation tips to the other team’s favor. It’s either going after Angel and attempt to take her down or help the ot- ah screw it, its now or never and her teammates know that. She placed her trust in them and they trusted her so it’s a make or break situation and she is not going let Angel get away so easily. If she can’t think fast in a situation like this, one can only imagine an actual scenario of this kind of battle and her indecision could lead to lives being lost. “WHOA!!”, she shouted out as she narrowly dodges some of the feathers but a few clipped her and minor cuts on her and her outfit show. She can worry about the damages to her outfit later as she looks onto the girl with wings flies away with two of the hostages. One of the expected ways this was going to happen but bad nonetheless.
“C’mon Feng, gotta think fast..”, she says to herself as she looks around on what to do until an idea suddenly hit her. Dangerous and a gamble, but its either now or never as she looks on and down on the building she is standing on. She clenched her fist and cracks her knuckles to prepare herself on what to do next. Panic turned to determination and thoughts start to become a plan as she catches a glimpse of Angel flying to the first drop off point with two of the hostages. Considering their actual weight, she would have a considerably difficult time holding onto to the hostages. She jumps off and grabs onto the ledge of the building and hangs from the side of it. Quickly looks for her target and carefully takes aim at the girl in the sky. She firmly puts her legs on to the wall behind her as her launch pad and takes a deep breath.
“ DRAGONS FANG !!”, She shouted without knowing as she launched herself towards Angel in a flash as she came her flying, fist first into the target.
From the trajectory, she is not going to miss her mark, but the landing part is something to worry after. Hopefully Farrah and Arisu got her back because once she makes contact, those hostages are going to hit the ground. With Kirk and Rimma there, the battle ain’t over yet. Worst case scenario, looks like she is going to have to use Angel as way to break her momentum one way or another. Summary of What Feng did: She launched herself into Angel via use of her quirk to stop her from getting the mannequins to the their drop off point.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2019 7:44:56 GMT -4
--- arisu --- - And Then There Was One - "CONTACT, TWO LEFT SIDE! TYPHOON, EXPECT COMPANY!" The sudden, violent explosion of debris as Fenrir was thrown through one building and into another punctuated just how much Arisu didn't want to have to get involved in that side of the fight- especially considering the murder-eye she'd caught Risaka throwing her way before she'd been dragged into the building. Even as she registered that little disaster, she caught sight of movement and whiteness to her left, and it was go time. Kirk barrelling down the left approach with Rimma spewing frost and snow like a smokestack was more or less exactly what Arisu had been waiting for, a prime sign that they had started to brawl in earnest. Her very first action was to relay that information to her team, shouting as loud as she could- it wasn't as though Kirk and Rimma were attempting to be stealthy, after all, it didn't do any good to risk not sharing those details with the others. Kirk was huge, sure, and Arisu was expecting power, but not the sheer speed he put out. Thankfully, the long approach from Kirk's hiding spot meant that she didn't have to deal with processing that speed all at once, but rather got the far more doable chance to spot him devouring that distance at a rate she hadn't foreseen, and adapt her plans accordingly. The glands in her arms squeezed, and twisting gouts of black flame poured out to swell the concentrated Antipyre around her fists, and- -and the moment before she let loose, he cut his angle and bowled straight into Farrah. Arisu didn't hesitate, but she DID shout another directive- this one aimed at, of all people, Rimma. The girl had mentioned how bad getting colder could be for her, and while she couldn't afford to let Kirk use her essentially as a human shield, she COULD make a bit of a trade-off. "RimmaGETDOWN!" She didn't have time for more than that rushed shout. It'd be on Rimma to either do as she was told or opt not to- either result was beneficial to her side of the exercise, but she really didn't want to dump her friend straight into hypothermia, and- while she intended to take the exercise seriously- she had zero plans to leave anything up to chance. Even as she shouted her warning, and as Kirk gave Pop Poet an impromptu acting lesson on playing a shuttlecock, frigid black flames erupted from Arisu towards Kirk's exposed back. With any luck, the warning would be enough to get one or both of her targets to move Rimma out of the way- the flames weren't painful, but instead massively exhausting, burning away the energy of their victims rather than their flesh. This did, though, include their -heat-, thus the additional danger for Rimma and the cause for Arisu's concievably traitorous warning. Her goal was to strike Kirk and drain away as much of his energy as she could by forcing him to wade through Antipyre to reach her and the cart in the first place. Her attention was abruptly ripped backwards as the cart rocked her way- that was Angel, landing on the far edge of the cart and immediately loading herself up with as many civilians as she could wrap her arms around! Typhoon and Pop Poet were on it, though, and it looked pretty damn near certain that Angel was going to be brought to ground any second now. She raised her voice again, fighting to keep the "FENRIR! Two civilians, airborne on your new position, need you to assist intercept!" She could hear footsteps in the building to her right, and she knew damn well they didn't belong to Fenrir. She kept up the stream of dark fire towards Kirk as he attacked Pop Poet, and flung the other arm out, sending a cascade of dark fire into the air behind Typhoon and Angel, only to clench her fist to claim control of those flames and whip that arm towards the building on the right without warning at the same instant she estimated Risaka's footsteps would carry her through the opening in the building, aiming to ambush her with a sudden shower of those delightful, exhausting black flames she "loved" so much. Her efforts weren't enough to stop Kirk, but she'd expected that, and- with the sneak preview of the aim of his attacks- had thrown her back against the hovercart and crouched, bringing up her arms to guard her head as she braced herself against the sturdy vehicle. She twisted as best she could to take the impact of the racket- strings scoured to dust in one blast of black flame of another- across both Anti-pyre wrapped arms evenly. After the blow, both forearms would be screaming if it wasn't for the cold muting their shrieks, but it didn't change the damage they'd been dealt- she'd have bruises all up and down both for sure, but she'd held her position at the cart and that was the important thing. She had to trust Fenrir and Typhoon to reclaim the mannequins- Pop Poet seemed out of commission, and she had two opponents right in front of her that she couldn't afford to ignore. Already feeling the hemorrhages painting beneath her skin from a single blow from Kirk, in the instant after the blow, she tried to shove a hand through the empty head of the racket and get a grip, just for an instant, to throw Kirk off his rhythm and try to catch him with a jab at his gut meant to act as an Antipyre delivery vehicle, not a damage blow on its own. Whether it worked or not, she'd drag herself back onto her feet and face down the two, lifting fists that were far shakier, thanks to her injury, than her determined expression. "My name's Firewall," Arisu panted, "And I don't care how much you hit me- you aren't getting any further than Angel did. These people are under my protection-" She paused, and abruptly smiled, laughing breathlessly as an old movie inspired her. "-and I can do this all day."-called out contacts and warned Typhoon to watch out for Angel -yelled for Rimma to get down and fired E rank exhaustion flames at Kirk --hopefully gave enough warning so they don't have to treat rimma hypothermia -angel landed and grabbed two mannequins and tried to fly away with them --yelled to Fenrir to try to clue him in time to help reclaim the mannequins -threw a fire blast towards her, but redirected it as an ambush towards Risaka to try to catch her off guard as she came out of the building, leaving it to the others to shut down Angel -ducked and blocked the incoming blow with her arms, leaving awful bruises starting to swell but holding her position --tried to grab the now stringless racket and leverage a punch to expose kirk to more exhaustion fire -stood up, physically shaky but mentally present -- "My name's Firewall," Arisu panted, "And I don't care how much you hit me- you aren't getting any further than Angel did. These people are under my protection-" She paused, and abruptly smiled, laughing breathlessly as an old movie inspired her. "-and I can do this all day." TAGS: WORD COUNT: 1233 TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ BOTE & THQ
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