Clashing Overkill [IOL Endeavour - Bow]

The day had started for Wagyu in the Police HQ. Though his expertise was in muscle, he’d been kept there for days on end, to stay with the surveillance team in case of emergency. At least they had futons prepared for everyone staying overnight, but it was of little comfort to Wagyu, when it only just barely covered half of him. Still, it's better than nothing.

It’s been an uneventful few days, so the moment he was called for the meeting, any tiredness he felt was gone. He was wide awake and alert. He gave a small nod to Tobias as he entered the meeting room; he recognized the other hero from a few nights ago, when everyone had gathered to eat during a slow day.

As he listened to the briefing, Wagyu cracked his knuckles. He’d be on the front-line, huh? That suited him just fine. As calm and centered as he was in everyday life, he’d be lying to himself if he said he didn’t enjoy going all out fighting villains every once in a while. Being so far out from shore in his armour might be a risk, he certainly can’t swim in something so heavy, but it also meant not having to keep an eye out for civilians as much.

Tobias didn’t seem nearly as confident. Considering his hero name, The Informant, it seemed pretty likely he wasn’t one to take a fight head-on. Why he’d been picked for this job, rather than a combat hero, Wagyu didn’t know, but he was more than willing to help cover his ally’s back. “Understood, sir.” He replied after Tobias.

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Wagyu stood right by Tobias at the bow of the ship, watching the Endeavor approach. While his own confidence has stood firm, it seemed Tobias had only become more uneasy. When the other hero told Wagyu to stay clear of his Quirk, it finally became obvious what his worry was. Not inexperience with fighting, or a lack of strength, but the very opposite.

“Indeed, good luck to you too,” Wagyu grunted, his smile hidden by his helmet, “And I’ll be careful, don’t worry. If all goes as planned, you may not need to go that far.”

As they reached the much larger ship, Wagyu ducked down, in an attempt to disguise his full size from any lookouts. It was only once they were out of sight, below the ship’s bow, that he rose again to his full height. Hopefully, the ropes would be able to hold his weight.

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Wagyu made his way up to the top just after Tobias, leaving a small dent in the wood flooring as he made his way to the tip of the bow. He cracked his knuckles, stretched his neck, and prepared for the inevitable onslaught of villains. God knows who might be on this boat, he had to be ready for anything.

“SURRENDER NOW, AND COME QUIETLY. WE’RE PREPARED TO DO THIS THE HARD WAY, IF IT COMES TO THAT!” Wagyu’s gruff voice rang out over the bow, loud and stern. In the next moment, a female voice would answer him, begging for a ceasefire.

Wagyu didn’t lower his guard. From surveilling the auctions, it was obvious that the Plutocracy employed many women experienced in performative innocence. While he wasn’t about to jump the gun and assault a potential civilian, it seemed incredibly unlikely to him that someone would be on this ship unready for battle. The cops didn’t seem fooled by her attempt at diplomacy either; one or two lowered their guns, only for them to look over at their colleagues and bring them back up. Before Wagyu could even get a word out, there was a crash, and the shipping containers ahead exploded toward them.

Wagyu surged into action, catching the container inches away from the front line of the cops. If it wasn’t for the sheer momentum of the damn thing, he’d be able to just drop it and leave it relatively undamaged, but there was no way to do that. He only had one option.

He swung with the momentum, spinning around and tossing the entire container back toward the group of thugs. He was hoping to aim for the girl, who looked to be the ringleader, but it was so huge it was difficult to throw it accurately. Plus, she was moving so fast, that by the time the thing was out of his hands, she was already upon his companion.

“INFORMANT, LOOK OUT!” Wagyu rushed for her as she was done attacking him, and aimed a punch for the center of her gravity. Should she turn to sand to mitigate the damage, he’d roar, and stomp down his right hoof as hard as possible. Then, he’d jump back, to rejoin his ally.


tl;dr: wagyu makes his way onto the boat
tells the criminals to drop their weapons too
catches the container sunaho threw
throws it back at her and her boys
follows her when she leaps away from toby, tries to punch and then stomp her
leaps back to join toby when hes done

Abilities:

Quirk (Strength, Speed, Stamina) - C

Durability - D

Regen - E

Martial Arts - F

The night was cool, the breeze blowing softly throughout the Shingawa area - the tip received by G hadn’t gone unnoticed by a fair few of the Storm Knights, and Chiyuri was no exception. The main target she was gonna go for wasn’t on the docking area, it wasn’t the train carrying some of the goods, oh no. Her target was the big daddy - the boat itself. Highest density of tech to person, as well as some kind of experimental drug. It couldn’t be had, if the villains got it then they’d have an even stronger grip on Tokyo, and if the cops got it, who knows what those corrupt fucks would do with it? Probably create some kind of crazy super soldier type shit, ain’t no way was that gonna pass. As far as the girl acting as Emerald saw, the only safe way to make sure both sides would be foiled is if everything got busted wide open.
Only problem with the plan was that she was still at the dock, and the cops and pros had by this point, gotten to the goods and were probably sieging and making demands like hot shots from an action flick, with some hero muscle in case. Only option she had was to swim there, or… there was a jetski nearby. Hopping on the boatercycle, she cut the tether with her sword, and began to hotwire that thing so it would go. A loud voice rang out towards her, saying “Hey that’s my fuckin’ jetski!”, but Chiyuri simply smiled under her disguise and said “Sorry yo, official vigilante shit - I’ll try to get this back to you, dog, I swear.” And with that, she sped off, skimming the water towards the boat, leaving that guy to stand alone and watch the action about to unfold.

And what action there was! Before she had even gotten near the boat, someone or something was tossing the containers around like they were damn tennis balls, which made her job slightly easier, however that was nothing compared to the hulking metal box freeze in mid-air, and strike back down onto the speedboats the cops had used to get there. Whoever or whatever did that was trouble, meaning that evidently some heroes weren’t doing their damn job. Luckily for them, Emerald was on the horizon. As she got closer, she sped up her gas-powered water-steed, hoping to catch a wave and some air in the process. After the opportunity she wanted came, it was time to ride it up. Cutting through the white foam, and being suspended for a moment, Chiyuri kicked off the machine, and landed on the boat, her skates creating sparks as she slid across the metal bow, almost falling.

“Yo, no time for chit-chat, all you gotta know is I’m here to kick some goddamn ass!” she said towards the cops, taking a hand on her sword in the process. Facing her foes (or other ones, in her case), Chiyuri began to speak directly to them; “And to you over there: This is Emerald, and y’all plutocracy dipshits are fuckin’ up this city’s tempo, and there ain’t no chance I’m letting that slide, yo!” And with that, Chiyuri began to head towards the crates, trying to take out as many thugs as she could in the process. 

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TL;DR

- Chiyuri steals and hotwires a jetski to get to the boat (F-Rank Tinkering)
- Sees Jean-Luc's attack but not him and speeds forth
- Jumps off the jetski onto the boat using a wave, but doesn't quite stick the landing too well
- Yells out to cops (and heroes technically), as well as villains/thugs her intentions
- Starts to skate towards crates and thugs (D-Rank Speed)

Enhanced Strength (Summon(D-Rank))
Ranged Attack (Summon(D-Rank))
Enhanced Strength (Chiyuri(D-Rank))

Sword (Damage(E-Rank))
Swordfighting (MA(E-Rank))
Skates (Speed(D-Rank))
Sword Mod (Burn(E-Rank))

Tinkering (F-Rank)

Jean-Luc turned his disinterested gaze away from the sight of his multi-ton makeshift weapon completely devastating one Police craft and badly damaging another two. It had been many, many years since he felt any sympathy for the casualties he caused and the whole process had become a monotonous affair. These Police seeking their arrest knew full well the danger they had been rushing into, and if that wasn't the case, then they certainly didn't have a sufficient self preservation instinct to deserve existing any longer than the night ahead. His actions though did present a rather unwelcome problem. It seemed that either someone on the scene, or more likely someone watching from afar from the safety of a command unit, had half a brain on their shoulders. Mere moments from the dropping of the container those boats that remained turned their flood lights in Jean-Luc's direction, the stark beams searching the radio tower until one operator caught a glimpse of the Frenchman who refused to hide. Within a few seconds the remaining lights converged on his position. Jean-Luc's eyes narrowed at the offending lights, they would have to be dealt with if for nothing else than for the annoyance they posed. 

Unfolding his arms from behind his back and with quick curling motions of his hands the railing of the crows nest around Jean-Luc groaned in sudden protest. 4 thin bars of steel were torn from their housings and after a brief moment to aim, 3 of their number were sent at speed towards the spotlights, striking true and utterly shattering them. Jean-Luc had trained to hit moving targets accurately, stationary floodlights were a pittance of effort. He cast his gaze down at the deck once more, the initial assault by the group of thugs had been rather successful due to Jean-Luc intervention, but the second wave of Police, now armed with riot shields had made short work of the brazen chargers. He was even able to what seemed to be a few combat medics tending to the wounded, how quaint. There was one figure that stood out however, seemingly a Titan of ancient Greece dripping with glowing magma that seeped from his skin. For a brief moment Jean-Luc's scientific interest was piqued, the desire to acquire new samples came to the forefront of his mind before he quickly stomped such thoughts out. That could be thought of later he decided. The man in question had been instrumental in stopping one of his earlier makeshift shields, that alone told Jean-Luc that he was not one of the simple minded and pathetic Heroes that crowded Japan. 

The Frenchman was brought from his musings as the ship beneath his feet suddenly lurched into motion, a quick application of his Quirk stopped his motion before it had barely begun and keeping him safely in place on his feet. It seemed that the runners of this Auction had been thoroughly spooked by the arrival of such a significant Police presence, unsurprising but still annoying. Shipping containers all over the deck were thrown about, no small number of people hiding among them undoubtedly meeting a rather unfortunate fate. Though it was one container in particular that caught not just Jean-Luc's attention, but likely everyone on board who could see it. The container in question had cracked open where it fell, spilling what Jean-Luc's trained eye identified as C4 out onto the deck. It was likely the sheer quantity inside the container that had stopped it from detonating by the impact alone. The green haired woman from earlier was the first to make a move, using her sand to carefully ensnare a small number of the C4 bricks and throw them into the air, calling out for what was undoubtedly Jean-Luc's assistance. He eyed the 4 bricks as they rose high into the air, already having more than enough ideas as to how they could be used. He decided it couldn't hurt to oblige the woman's request, she had asked so nicely after all. 

Much the same as the shipping container earlier, the 4 bricks of C4 were suddenly outlined in a purple aura, their momentum stopping immediately as Jean-Luc seized control of their fate and that of many fools down below him. The green haired woman had already rushed off to engage the Police on the starboard bow so Jean-Luc quickly decided to concentrate his attack elsewhere. He rapidly angled his explosive projectiles so as to give the Police down below no chance to truly respond, already he could see some of them rushing for cover, an exercise in futility if there ever was one. Without a moments warning the C4 bricks were set loose, rushing towards their targeted areas. From the leftmost section of the starboard bow and along the port bow the C4 detonated with supreme force, four violent bursts of flame and shrapnel coming into being within milliseconds of the initial impact. Many of the Police were simply engulfed by the fireballs, Jean-Luc could scarcely tell how many though at the end of the day it didn't really matter did it?

His job done, Jean-Luc decided that it would be best to move from his previous position, simply stepping forward and off of the crows nest into open air. In his hand he still held the sole remaining steel rod of the others he had used to take out the spot lights. As he dropped a few meters in free fall, his Quirk took hold, his form outlined in a faint purple glow as he brought a new completely halt to his momentum before gracefully touching down on the deck that was now in utter chaos. He surveyed the scene before him and spotted a combat medic who was barely managing to push himself back up to his hands and knees, his clothing stained in smoke and blood. Over his shoulders he wore a large bag the undoubtedly held his medical supplies. The man touched a hand to his ear and Jean-Luc noticed the communication device therein. A smirk played across his features briefly. He reached out a hand and pulled. 

The large medical bag strapped across the medic's shoulders glowed purple as it pulled the man towards Jean-Luc rapidly. All that awaited the man was more misfortune, the steel pole that Jean-Luc had been holding was now hovering in mid air directly in the medic's path. The result was rather obvious. As the man gasped and struggled in midair, his torso thoroughly skewered on the steel pole, Jean-Luc stepped forward, a kind and careful hand reaching out to grasp the side of the medic's head. The Frenchman stepped forward and leaned closer to the man. 

"The pain will soon fade Officer," he said as his clawed fingers fished the communications device from the man's ear, holding his prize aloft briefly to inspect it was still in working order. "Rest easy in that knowledge." he said, dropping his control of the steel rod and subsequently the medic as well. 

Without a second glance Jean-Luc turned on his heel, placing the communications device in his ear as he walked back away from the carnage and into the now tangled maze of the shipping containers. He was still hopeful that one of these containers might hold the prize he sought. His slim form made it much easier to move in and out of the containers as he searched them, carefully in case there was anything else volatile inside them. 

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Summary: 
- Used the railing around himself to made 4 steel 'spears' which he used to disable the flood lights illuminating him. 
- Used his Quirk very briefly to stop himself from falling over when the Endeavour started moving. 
- Grabbed the 4 blocks of C4 that Sunaho threw into the air for him to use. Sent them at speed towards THESE 4 locations marked by a purple dot.
- Dropped off of the crows nest, using Quirk to stop his momentum.
- Grabbed hold of a Combat Medic by pulling his duffel bag towards himself, impaling the man and taking his communications device so that he could listen in on the Police Radio. 
- Moved away from the front of the ship and into the maze of shipping containers, using a combo of his slim frame and Quirk to get through any impassable sections.
- Is searching through the containers carefully, hoping to find either MARINE or any other Medical based technology.