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Post by Nick Cross on Jan 26, 2019 13:01:26 GMT -4
It did not matter. Nothing the so-called ‘heroes’ could do now mattered. This was what Nick told himself over and over as he ran to the edge of Tokyo 5’s roof. His message had been sent. Vengeance had been carried out. Those government lapdogs could not reverse that.
He would have been a fool not have expected resistance regardless, he knew, though for him to have been singled out even after he had (regretfully) parted with his Abaddon mask meant something.
It meant someone had recognised him.
Of course he had his doubts about this; they could have simply noticed he was wearing the same suit as the masked figure from the broadcast. Why did he feel as if there was more to it than that? Yellow and black – it was familiar...
He reached the edge of the roof. The next building was conveniently lower down than Tokyo 5 and built not too far from it. Still, he doubted very much he could make the jump in his flimsy, pathetic little human form. He crouched down, bracing himself as he prepared his body to transform...
It was the damn Support Studies teacher.
The realisation sliced through his mind like a machete and froze him in place, still untransformed. The Support teacher? What the hell even was her name? He supposed he should not have been shocked she was there: there were not that many Pro Heroes, after all.
But now him being singled out made some degree of sense.
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Post by Hachi Tsutsuji on Jan 27, 2019 10:26:38 GMT -4
Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged.
This time he would not get away.
After having knocked Nicholas Cross to the far side of the studio, she had expanded her wings' abilities for just long enough that he had managed to run to the stairs leading to the roof without her able to give chase. His escape, however, was short lived. Although Hachi was not as fast on her feet as she was in flight she was still by no means slow, and rounded the door-frame to the roof only seconds after he had reached its edge. Her wings were not ready for flight yet. If he leaped to the closes rooftop now--he wouldn't jump, he was fleeing, not committing suicide--she would need to continue on foot. Not ideal for her, but she didn't care.
Hachi stood in the door-way with her claws gripping the frame, ready to use the momentum to push her run to as fast as she could go. She did not have the energy to spare to speak. Why would she waste her breath, anyway. Nicholas Cross knew why he was being pursued one way or another. Either because of this, or his previous crimes against the populace...or, perhaps, he recognized her and knew whom she was, and had come to realize why precisely she was gunning for him.
If that was the case she hoped he was burning inside. Fear, anger, hate, panic, pain; whatever horrible feeling her presence--his mind--could concoct in this moment, she wished it upon him. Hachi was not a cruel woman.
But she wished nothing but cruelness onto him.
Hachi primed herself to move, the only cue of her arrival the growing buzzing that came from deep in her chest, sounded, instinctively, by her absolute rage.
He would not escape.
[Hachi Stats]
Quirk - Queen Bee (Flight + Weapon, Stinger) - Rank D
Skill - Savate (Fighting Style) - Rank D
Skill - Speed Queen (Agility) - Rank D
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Post by Nick Cross on Jan 27, 2019 13:55:25 GMT -4
Buzzing. How very telltale. Nick grit his teeth: he supposed he could still jump, but she would follow him. There was no way out of this situation except to fight. Inwardly groaning more gravely than he could ever remember, he turned around and came face to face with Yuuei’s support teacher, exactly as he had expected.
Hachi Tsutsuji. That’s her name.
He closed his eyes for a moment and let out a low, soft chuckle with little actual mirth in it. When his eyes opened again they were colder than the Arctic wastes. “Go on, say it. I’m a piece of shit. The worst human being who has ever walked the planet. A monster. It’s not like I don’t already know.”
He walked away from the edge of the roof; he did not fancy being kicked off it, after all. He held his arms out in a casual, flippant shrug. “I mean, I’d point out that you’re far too late, that my message is already sinking its way into the world’s collective consciousness as we speak, but let’s be honest with ourselves: this isn’t about that, is it? This is about her.”
Like almost everything.
He was reminded for a moment of that fool Ryuusei. It was virtually the exact same scenario, except Hachi was considerably stronger than Ryuusei as a Pro Hero, so deliberately goading her into attacking as he had with Ryuusei was probably ill-advised. She was clearly already frenzied enough, anyway. At least that meant he could be more honest.
He stopped at about the middle of the roof and quizzically tilted his head. “Making me suffer isn’t going to undo any of the things that we done to her, you understand this, yes? But I suppose you don’t care. That’s not very heroic, you know. Aren’t you supposed to be setting an example to the next generation? Then again I was the 'next generation' once, and look how well that turned out.”
Throughout his little talk he watched her with great intensity, bracing himself for her to make the first strike. He still did not transform, but the growth on his back twitched, all too ready to do so.
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Post by Hachi Tsutsuji on Jan 27, 2019 14:44:31 GMT -4
Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged.
Hachi stayed as she was even as Nicholas Cross turned towards her and stepped away from the edge of the roof. Why, if not to escape? He couldn't be thinking of going through her and returning to the studio. Chaos was ensuing on the floors below, and attempted escape through it all had worse odds than making the leap onto the next rooftop. No. Instead he turned around to talk. He admitted to being just what she had called him a dozen times, aloud and inside: a monster. A man lacking of empathy to its core, who only cared for himself and his own selfish desires and needs. The sort of individual who did not deserve the air he breathed.
All she gave him in return was silence.
Why bother repeating his words back to him?
There was the ever so subtle shift in her footing, the claw on the back of her boot lifting up, the front digging into the concrete. Little actions alluding to the next.
In the end, none of this mattered. His words were empty and had always been so, his so-called "message" little more than hate-speech. It would have places to seed, of course. All hatred did. Given the changing times, though, all it would do was spur those already filled with it, rather than bringing out any swayed minds. You could not sway people with death. It was not a message as much as it was a threat. A threat only had leverage when the one making it was free.
Which he would not be before the night was out.
Finally, though, it seemed he struck the right nerve. It was not very heroic of her to do this, was it? He wasn't wrong. Heroes were supposed to have care. Have the people's best interest in their heart. Even when faced with someone or something truly wicked they couldn't let it taint them. They had to continue to be a symbol, an example of the very best of what a person could be.
Hachi did not care for heroics right now.
She rushed him, pushing with her arms and kicking with her heels and charging straight for him with her entire body--not a punch or kick this time, but simply a bull rush to hit him with as much speed as she could while he was still not transformed. Only a few steps away from the edge of the roof it would be enough to push him right back to it, leaving him with his heels pushing a few stray clumps of snow off the ledge and down into the dark alley bellow, where they vanished from sight.
A fall from here could kill, at the right angle.
It would be much faster than bringing him in.
She had enough height on him to be glaring down at him, her alien eyes empty, her expression blank. Not the face of a kind, good hero. Barely one of a vigilante.
And all the while, she was silent.
[Hachi Charges!]
TL;DR: Hachi has bull-rushed Nick and has him right against the edge of the roof, but has otherwise not stuck him or acted. It's a show of force meant to intimidate...or a threat that she's about to throw him off the roof. Interpret it as you will.
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Skill - Savate (Fighting Style) - Rank D
Skill - Speed Queen (Agility) - Rank D
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Post by Nick Cross on Jan 29, 2019 16:28:37 GMT -4
She was not talking. In a way, it amused him and gave him a sick, twisted sense of power that he affected her so deeply with his mere presence alone. And yet, at the same time, the lack of a response rather pissed him off.
No real time to think on it, though: he was watching her with such great intensity he saw her foot move, which was all the indication he needed that shit was about to escalate. The growth on his back activated and poured its inky black fluid over his body before it rapidly solidified into his sinister armour.
Wham. The armour had barely finished forming when the crazy hag slammed into him. While his armour absorbed much of the blow, he was momentarily disoriented and it was only by some miracle he recovered fast enough to use every ounce of enhanced strength his Quirk afforded him to dig his heels into the roof. Christ, she was not fucking around, it most certainly seemed.
And here we go.
“Not even going to answer, hm?” he said as he did his best to push back at her, the amount of space between himself and the roof’s edge hurriedly disappearing. “I suppose silence is in itself an answer.”
Clip her wings.
Now it was his turn. Again summoning all the extra power he had in his transformed state, he would then attempt to wrap his arms around her and seize hold of her wings, and if successful in this, pull at them.
All the while, he laughed. “You can at least admit I’ve got a good Quirk, right? It gives me speed, strength and protection, and I doubt there are many other Quirks it won’t mix with.”
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Post by Hachi Tsutsuji on Feb 2, 2019 13:34:59 GMT -4
Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged.
By the time her body met his own, his Quirk had come out, turning him into a greater threat than he had been seconds before. Hachi knew this. The wise thing to do was to get back a distance from him and use her speed to her advantage; he may have his own, but she had the added agility of flight on her side. She needed to use all of her advantages in this fight. That was the wise thing to do. However, Hachi did not step back or attempt to move herself away at all. She kept one arm pressed against Nick's chest, the other held back at her waist, wound tight like a spring, ready to strike him.
But he had the advantage of their closeness. His hands reached around her for her wings, and Hachi finally gave a visible response to him--a hiss of pain as his fingers dug into the sheer flesh at the bottom of her right wing and gave it a tug. It was still skin in a sense, meant to be be strong, but fragile like a human earlobe. She could feel it tear. Not the entire wing from her body, no, but at least a fist full of the base.
Her hands moved again. The one wound tight sprung out to land a punch against Nick's stomach--she was strong, but was it enough to truly damage him?--and the arm pressed against his chest struck sideways to knock his grasping hands aside. The damage had been done, though. Her wing was torn. Flight would be painful now, though not impossible. Dammit.
She didn't think. She wasn't thinking. She was irrationally acting on emotion, on rage. Like...her.
I need to stop him. But not like this.
Hachi flitted backwards a few feet, landing in the tracks she'd made when she'd charged at Nick, once more in a fighting stance. Her knees bent and wings beginning to vibrate, ready to fly again--the pain in her right wing felt like fire, she would not be able to fly as long, but it would be enough, it had to be enough--her arms pulled back again and primed for blocking any incoming strike.
"A powerful Quirk does not excuse a rotten being," she heard herself speak like it wasn't her own voice. Cold, still furious, but still even. Unwavering. "You are under arrest, Nicholas Cross. Surrender yourself willingly or I will bring you in by force. Those are your choices."
Like she didn't know which one he would choose.
[Hachi Speaks!]
TL;DR: Hachi's right wing is injured, limiting her flight time by one post (from 4 to 3). She has stepped back and is on the defensive. She offers for Nick to come quietly, but is ready for the inevitable counter-attack.
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Skill - Speed Queen (Agility) - Rank D
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Quirk - Queen Bee (Flight) - Airtime Reduced by 1 Post
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Post by Nick Cross on Feb 2, 2019 20:58:10 GMT -4
Hit. A sick grin of satisfaction spread over Nick’s face as he felt her flesh tear. That definitely ought to make the situation more difficult for her. (Somewhere in his mind he made a mental note to try the wing-tearing tactic on Goro the next time they inevitably came to blows).
His armour once more came to the rescue and absorbed the brunt of her punch to his stomach, but it was enough to allow her to get back from him. He growled in pain, though he quickly forgot about this as she finally spoke, which was enough to have him smiling again, albeit a cold, shark-like smile.
“So, you can speak after all. How delightful. I was beginning to think you’d lost your voice, you know? It’s not nearly as fun when you can’t exchange banter.” He let out a low chuckle that despite his apparent enthusiasm for banter had no mirth in it. “And come on now, is ‘rotten’ really the best you can come up with? I’m sure you can think of worse. I can see it on your face. You might as well get it all out in the open. I told you – I know.”
He looked at her, and for a moment, she was not the person he saw before him. He saw Aeris, his bothersome hag of a homeroom teacher. He saw Ryuusei, that pathetic fool. Both had gone after him for what he had done, exactly as Hachi now was.
Don’t you understand that even if I admitted my remorse, you bastards would kill me anyway? I don’t have a choice but to fight back.
He scoffed. “’Arrest’, is it? I didn’t realise that was what they called knocking someone off a building these days. You’re not going to arrest me, Hachi. You’re going to kill me. Save us both the trouble and be honest.”
She was expecting him to attack her. He knew it and she knew it. He hardly had any other options, besides perhaps fleeing again. He clenched his teeth. Damn it, he had felt so powerful during the hijack, so in control; he could not stand the thought of ruining that feeling by fleeing like a little bitch again.
He balled his fists, though did not yet move. His mind quickly scrambled to think of what he could say to disorientate Hachi. “You care about her then, yes? I suppose that makes sense: she is one of the students in your care. Except I was once, too. It’s a shame you didn’t start caring until after my departure: perhaps you could’ve done something sooner.” He said it to get under her skin, but some genuine bitterness crept into his words that even he did not expect.
Confused by this but shrugging it off for the time being, he made his move, running at max speed and then breaking into a soaring leap with one leg outstretched in a meteoric kick aimed right at her.
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Post by Hachi Tsutsuji on Feb 3, 2019 11:19:38 GMT -4
Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged.
Hachi had been ready to kill him, she would admit.
Nick Cross was the sort of person who did not deserve justice, for justice would be on his side--unfortunate, but true. He was a minor. He was a foreigner. For all the horrible deeds he had committed and all the pain he caused, he would not suffer the appropriate punishment for his actions. Not in the hands of justice. Really, death was not what he deserved either. He deserved to know the same pain he'd caused those around him. What he caused Kurama Rin, what he caused Elise, what he caused Igarashi Ryuusei. And then some.
But that was not a hero's line of thought. Wanting to deliver justice onto the wicked was one thing, but wanting to do them harm for harm's sake? That was wrong. That was cruel. That was what those in the building below their feet had done to innocent people.
"I will not kill you," she breathed, aware of the hypocrisy in her words compared to her actions. She had to reign it in. She had to be a hero. That was what she was now. Not somebody outside of the law, but rather someone who enforced it. Who did good. Who did right. "No matter what you deserve, you will be brought before the law. That is my duty as a hero."
No matter how much I want otherwise.
I am a hero. I am a hero. I am...
His attack was anticipated, though not perfectly predicted. What was not anticipated was the words to come before them that caused Hachi to stall just a second too long. She still managed to snap her arms up and block the kick from striking her in the head, but she was slow enough that the force of it caused her to skid against the snow a foot or so. She raised herself off the ground with her wings, pushing his own leg with as much force as she could to throw him off balance, before swinging her body in a motion to deliver a pair of swift kicks to the center of his chest. Whether she hit her mark or not, she remained hovering in the air.
He was a student. I could have done something. He's not wrong. I was still locked up in my head, I was still so cold, so empty, so concerned with my own self. If I had tried to open up sooner, if I hadn't waited for a student to come to me with their troubles, if I had...
You can only help those who accept your help. You can only save those who want to be saved. You are not to blame for those who do not seek out help. You are not to blame for their poor choices, for their wrong-doings.
I told Kurama-kun the same things.
So why can't I believe my own words?
I really am a hypocrite.
Her teeth ground in her small mouth, and with height on her side, she swung her whole body around with as much speed as she possessed, her leg swinging at him and her stinger slicing through the air behind it. A slice from that would do more damage than a kick alone. The venom inside would slow him if it struck. She needed him slowed down if she was going to win this. Guilt, words, hypocrisy--they were distractions. She needed to win this and bring him in. She needed to.
[Hachi Defends, then Attacks!]
TL;DR: Hachi takes the brunt of Nick's attack, but avoids a direct head-shot. With leverage she gets back into the air and attempts to throw him off balance, then aims to swipe him with her stinger (see below for that). However, she is distracted by emotional conflict.
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Quick - Queen Bee (Weapon: Stinger) - Hachi's Stinger can pierce through Bronze. It is filled with venom that causes a nausea effect for three posts.
Quirk - Queen Bee (Flight) - 1 / 3 [Disadvantaged]
Skill - Speed Queen (Agility) - Rank D
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Post by Nick Cross on Feb 3, 2019 17:50:51 GMT -4
Nick should have expected a head on attack would not go well. For a moment there was a ray of hope as his foot connected and he saw the hesitance in her defence – yes, his words had worked – but her kicks caught him off-balance exactly as she wanted. He was still off-balance when she made her next move. Her leg and stinger briefly flashed before his eyes.
Fuck!
He was sent rolling back across the roof, stopping just before the edge. Fuck indeed. He lay there on his front for a second or two, groaning pathetically from the great big slash she had successfully torn across his side through his armour.
She had him beaten in strength and speed, that much was clear, but he still had the power of words. He pushed himself up, hissing as his wound stung some more. “Yes, I was a student once. There was so much you could’ve done, but you didn’t. And now you claim to care? Don’t make me laugh.”
He tried to get up, only for a sudden overwhelming nauseous sensation to wrack his body and almost knock him down again. His vision went double for a second and he grimaced. Was this her venom’s doing? Wonderful. Just bloody wonderful.
“I felt so fucking alone. But I didn’t know how to reach out and no one – no one...”
No. This was further than he intended to go. He wanted to stop this sudden tirade, he really did, but the thoughts and feelings came crashing down upon him too fast. He said ‘no one’, yet there had been people, except none of it had worked out. He thought of the guy from the gym with the similar power set to him who had upped and disappeared. The girl he had been paired with for the bomb exercise who had been a completely uncooperative bitch. Miku, who had come at him screaming a load of hostile accusations which might have had some truth to them, yes, but she could not possibly have known for as definite as she had acted like she did. The cooking club, which he had signed up for but had taken too long to get going. Sean, who he had spoken with once but not again and had not had much in common with anyway.
Why do I care why do I care why do I care why do I care
And throughout it all, she had been there, in his classes every single day, paired with or against him for pretty much every exercise he did, constantly.
He slammed a fist against the ground. “It was just her! All the time! She was everywhere I went, like she was haunting me! I couldn’t get her out of my head even if I wanted to! So I decided to keep her! What the fuck of it? The world’s never let me have anything before, but it kept throwing her at me for some reason! And it made it pretty crystal fucking clear to me I have to use force to get what I want or it’ll take it away again!”
Fuck, he wanted to get up but his vision kept going double and back.
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Post by Hachi Tsutsuji on Feb 3, 2019 18:19:14 GMT -4
Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged.
Her blow landed precisely how she needed it to, slicing through Nick's armor and infecting him with her venom. With him dizzied she dropped back to the rooftop, her wing screaming in pain, daring her to try and fly again any time soon. She wouldn't need to, though, with him downed like this. It would not last long but it would last long enough to get him in cuffs, call Serperior to the roof to help her bring him down...
As Hachi took the first step forward, he spoke again. The same cold, tight feeling in her stomach that she had forced down began to creep upwards again. She knew the kind of person he was. A criminal. A villain. A murderer and a predator and a man who took what he wanted and left nothing but scorched earth behind.
But.
It didn't have to have ended this way. He was so young. So young, just like the rest of them were. He shouldn't have been exposed to the cruelties of the world any more than the others. He had made his choices, but they had been out of desperation. Even...
Gods.
It could all be a lie to garner pity.
...no, it's not. It's not a lie.
But he hurt Kurama-kun, he hurt Elise, he hurts Igarashi-kun. He hurt so many innocent people. He didn't need to. He didn't have to. He had a choice. There is always a choice, and desperate or not, he chose to hurt and take rather than seek out help.
Even when there was no help there for him? Even when he felt like there was nobody he could go to? He's a child. He was alone. Just like you were, just like so many are still. Somebody needed to reach out to him and help him. I should have been that person.
You can't save everyone.
...Solenn could have.
Hachi stood over Nick now, within arms reach, but not bent down or even prepped to strike. Her empty, alien eyes did not portray what she was feeling--the conflicting emotions that were making it hard for her to make her next action. If there was only a way to fix this. Fix him. If he had just run from the school it would be doable. The trouble he had caused, the violence, even that could be worked through. Not in U.A, but with help. Help he needed. The deaths, though...and what he had done to Rin...that could never be undone, no matter how much help was given.
"...come quietly, Nicholas Cross, and you will be judged as a minor in violation of the law," the words fell from her lips, hollow, but not cold, "You will not be put to death at your age. Not as a foreigner. You will be punished for what you've done, but...in time...you..."
If he is far away from here, far away from this place, far away from Rin, then...it cannot be undone but it can go away. It can be put aside. It can be left alone. Is that enough? It's not. It will never be enough. Never.
"...if you are sorry for what you've done, then maybe by the time you're an adult, you can make up for it."
I know it's not realistic. I know it. I know it.
But I have put so much aside. I did. He could, too.
[Hachi...?]
TL;DR: Hachi stands over Nick, offering him one last chance to step down quietly. This time in earnest.
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Post by Nick Cross on Feb 3, 2019 19:01:54 GMT -4
Nick was in a state of disarray, and not just because of the venom. Where the hell were all these feelings coming from? He had no idea and yet he could not deny any of them. It was far, far too much to bear.
He finally managed to push himself up onto shaky legs, slightly bent. His vision still swam and he could feel his body beginning to strain, a sure sign that his transformation was at its peak. Despair screamed through him.
Not yet NOT YET
The sound of her buzzing drew louder. He looked up with his blurry eyes: she was in front of him now, but not attacking. Instead, she spoke. Once again offering to let him come in peace. Even sounding sincere this time. Going so far as to tell him he could make up for what he had done.
For a brief moment, nothing more than a heartbeat, he wanted to believe that. But then he saw his dear Mother's face and remembered the exact reason he had attacked the broadcast in the first place.
He chuckled again, bitterly. “You almost sound like you really mean those words. Wouldn’t that be nice.”
He thrust a hand towards her chest with every remaining ounce of his rapidly dwindling strength he had. The moment it came close to her body, whether it made it all the way to her or not, a tendril would erupt from the palm with the intention of piercing through her.
He looked her in the eye. “But you don’t understand: I’m already caged. And we both know what I’ve done can’t be undone anyway.”
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Post by Hachi Tsutsuji on Feb 3, 2019 19:45:59 GMT -4
Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged.
I do mean it. Please listen. Please let it be enough.
Hachi drew in a breath through her lips, not making a sound, as Nick stood up. Her body tensed. There was a moment--a beat--where everything was still. If her words managed to reach then it would be a miracle. Something that a true hero could accomplish. Offering a hand that to one had been without it for so long, and having it be taken instead of pushed aside. Maybe this time her words would take root. Maybe this time.
But miracles were miracles for a reason. If every time she reached for someone and they took it, then she would not be a hero. She would be a miracle worker. She would do things that nobody could accomplish.
And she was only a hero.
His palm shot out and Hachi moved backwards from it as quickly as she could, but to her horror his strike did not end with his hand. Instead an extension of his armor, sharp like a spine, shot out from it, and it took all of her speed to avoid it going straight into her hip. It did not go through her. However she was not fast enough to avoid it digging into her flesh through her costume, staining the tendril with amber blood, leaving a gash about an inch deep in her. A choked gasp escaped her and the leg beneath her injured hip nearly buckled. No. No no no, she had already hurt her wing and now her hip was hurt as well. Movement was all she had. Speed was all she had. If she could not move herself then she would lose. He would escape and she would die. Would she? Would he truly kill her? He had not killed Ryuusei or Elise or Aeris when he could have.
It was not a risk that Hachi could afford to take. She had given him a choice. He had made it clear that he was past choices and chances and mercy. Past saving.
Her toes dug into the snow, putting all her weight on her good leg. She could no longer afford to fight to disable and disarm. She would not lose. With all the speed she could manage in her state Hachi launched herself again at him, her wings beating to help launch her into the air--not flight, just enough--and twist herself around into what appeared to be another kick.
At the last second however she drew her leg back.
Her stinger, sharp enough to pierce his armor once, instead aimed to embed itself into his body. Where? His throat? His chest? His lung, or heart? That would kill him. Her stinger was deadly sharp and thick as her arms. It would kill him if it struck somewhere vital.
But a bee's stinger could kill the bee, too, were it pulled out. If she did not strike him in a spot vital enough to bring him down, if he could grab hold of it and pull--
It was as good as suicide.
He was still slowed by her venom. She was not as fast from her wounds. She could kill him if she hit him right. He would kill her if she hit him wrong.
She could not afford to miss.
[Hachi Stings]
TL;DR: Hachi has taken an injury to her hip an inch deep on her hip. Unchecked it may cost her a lot of blood. In desperation she has chosen to hit Nick with her stinger dead-on, aiming to stab him through somewhere vital enough that he won't be able to retaliate. This attack is meant to kill or cripple.
Skills Used:
Quirk - Queen Bee (Weapon: Stinger) - Hachi's Stinger can pierce through Bronze. It is filled with a nausea effect for three posts. (These effects cannot stack.)
Skill - Savate (Fighting Style) - Rank D
Skill - Speed Queen - Rank D [Disadvantaged]
Status Ailment:
Nausea - 2 / 3
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456 Posts
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300000000 Years
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"Abaddon"
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Post by Nick Cross on Feb 3, 2019 20:30:46 GMT -4
It had been a last ditch attempt to deal some real damage to her, possibly even kill her if he was especially lucky. He should have known she would dodge it for the most part, because he was never that lucky.
Quite the opposite, in fact. That was proven more than ever as his armour peeled away and left him standing there, exposed and vulnerable, barely able to support himself or see straight as she came at him with her stinger primed like a guided missile.
The stinger went straight through one side of his left shoulder and out the other. The agony was immediate and wracked every single atom of his being. Worse than anything Mother had done, worse than anything Goro had done, worse than anything he could remember. He was on his back before he even knew he was falling.
He lay there for what might have been an eternity. Time seemed to have stopped. He was vaguely aware of the red pooling around him, staining his once-crisp white suit, and yet not.
“I just...”
His own voice sounded as though it was coming from miles away.
“I just wanted...”
It always ended like this, always with him on the ground beaten and broken beyond belief: everything he had ever tried in his life, not that he had ever had a choice with most of it.
“I just wanted a family.”
But he could not have one, had never been allowed one, never would have one and it was not fucking fair it was not IT WAS NOT
A scream erupted from within him. It was a terrible, blood-curdling sound of pure rage, despair and agony that echoed across the rooftops. Those same emotions flooded through him and his armour came surging back over his body and he was propelled back up powered by these emotions alone.
He slammed his feet on the ground so hard he made cracks. Head tilted back, still screaming, he felt his body burst into flames – because, at that moment, coils of sinister dark red lightning exploded from his body in all directions. Pushing off with a sound like railgun firing, he pulled his still-functioning fist back as all of the red lightning gathered around it and threw it at her. “Now die!”
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MADE BY VEL OF GS AND ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0
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287 Posts
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33 Years
Female
"Yellow Jacket"
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Post by Hachi Tsutsuji on Feb 3, 2019 21:07:21 GMT -4
Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged.
The stinger went through his unarmored body like a knife through rice-paper, and Hachi felt the blood splattering against her skin before she made out where she'd struck him. After what felt like an agonizing eternity--in reality, barely a few seconds--she kicked at his shoulder and drew herself out of the wound. Her stinger did not remain embedded inside of him. Her breathing came back to her in a sharp exhale. It. It had not killed her. Using her stinger had not killed her. She had used it as a weapon, as it was intended to be, but it did not stay in the wound and kill her as she had always feared it would. Was she just lucky? Or was this the one part of her anatomy that was...wrong?
There was not time to dwell on this, however. As Hachi landed back on her feet--her injured leg was screaming and wing felt numb, which was even worse--she could survey the damage she had done. It made her stomach lurch. God. There was a hole in his shoulder. She hadn't struck anything vital, but there was not skin nor muscle nor bone where she had. His arm could fall off if he moved too suddenly...which given the amount of blood he was losing and his lack of armor, he could not.
His words, too, only made the urge to vomit stronger.
It was finished. Finished. He wasn't able to fight in this state. He couldn't be saved. This was all there was. With a limp backwards, Hachi reached up to tap the button on her earpiece, alerting Serperior in the building bellow with a small beep as it came to life.
"I have disabled Nicholas Cross on the rooftop. I've taken heavy damage. Requesting medical aide and help in restraining Cross and delivering him into po--"
A scream ripped through the winter air, echoing over the radio and Hachi's own's ears like the cry of a Banshee, and she turned her head just in time to see Nick Cross lurch off of the ground in a way that should not be possible with his injuries--should not be possible with his Quirk's current state. The insect-like armor returned, though, as if it hadn't left, and he was moving. Straight at her. What? How? Her eyes somehow managed to become even wider as she tried to jump backwards but her wing would not allow it.
And then--
And then, and then, and then--
Lightning.
Lightning coming off of his body in great sparks and cracks, filling the otherwise black and white landscape with a blood red glow. Lightning that filled the air with the smell of ozone and heat. Lightning so bright that it hurt to be looking straight at it, and yet Hachi could not tear her eyes away from it, even had she the time to.
Lightning.
Lightning, wrapped around his fist as he swung it forward with a sound like gunfire, like thunder itself.
Lightning reflecting in wide, alien, insect eyes...
...that were not her own.
Hachi was struck full in the cheek, and the impact cracked the goggled protecting her eyes and dented her helmet. The impact, however, was not the pain. The pain came after. The feeling of electricity coursing through her body didn't feel like heat or fire, but more like her entire nervous system was taking blow after blow after blow. Her mind couldn't even register the pain. It was a haze. Nothing felt bad anymore. Or. At all, in fact. But the force of the punch still knocked her to the ground, her long body hitting the snow and skidding on her side, the amber blood from her hip injury streaking gold across it that reflected the red.
Her mind was spiraling. Get up. She had to. Or else.
Lightning.
If she didn't move then who knew what he would do. What was he capable of. She thought he was down.
Lightning and insect features.
Her claws twitched as the last shocks of electricity ran through her body, crumpled in the snow like a rag doll. She was wide open, she had to move. Had to move.
Had to--
Lightning.
--move or--
It can't be.
Her eyes landed on Nick, and for once the fear and confusion in her expression was crystal clear. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. What she felt. What the very sight of Nick reminded her of so clearly.
She didn't hear the scream as it ripped from her throat.
"Why do you have Lightning Bug's Quirk?!"
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TL;DR: Oh.
Skills Used:
N/A
Status Ailment:
Nausea - 3 / 3
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300000000 Years
Male
"Abaddon"
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Post by Nick Cross on Feb 3, 2019 21:45:22 GMT -4
A mere moment ago Nick had been at death’s door, defeated in every possible definition of the word. Now he stood tall, red hot lightning crackling all around him, burning up the air and scorching his surroundings. He felt powerful again, yet while he should have been revelling in this newfound power he found himself confused instead. He did not understand it. Where had this part of his Quirk come from? He had never used it before. Had it always been there, lying dormant until the right moment? Or had he never been strong enough to bring it out until now? He looked down at his remaining hand – the other was still there, but hung limp and useless.
His attention turned back to Hachi as he saw her move. She was, unfortunately, not dead. Damn it all to hell. At least he got the satisfaction of seeing her helmet broken and real, genuine fear in her eyes. Good. That was how all so-called heroes should look at him.
Before he could ready himself to finally finish her, she spoke again. Lightning Bug. It was a name he was sure he had heard before, more than once even, but in his state could not place it. “Who...”
And just like that, his lightning fizzled out as fast as it had blazed into life. He felt his strength rapidly drain from his body like water down a plughole. His armour once more receded from his body. He barely had time to think the word ‘no’ before his body gave out under the weight of all his pain and exhaustion, leaving him lying there again as his vision turned to black.
He was not dead. But he was beaten.
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