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Post by Feng "Fei" Yao on May 2, 2020 11:30:16 GMT -4
Feng kept her cool and made sure to move the family quickly through the devastation. She doesn't want them to stick around any longer than they need to be in an area like this. One could only imagine what the woman is thinking about after all of this is said and done. She saw Red on the way out and she gave him a thumbs up as she quickly got them out of there. He can handle himself but for now she needs to keep moving.
Little time to talk made it easier to escort them as they were not as obvious targets with all the commotion going on around them. “Everything will be alright, I radioed to pick up for you two. Just stay calm”, she whispered to them as they went down the street. It was nerve wracking to say the least as they were almost spotted by a few ragers but none of them were smart enough to look around. The situation remained tense as she kept watch of the entire area around them for any signs of danger. She can handle a fight on her own but protecting a family in a city filled with thugs would be a tough fight. But the situation came to pass as they went down the alleyway and found the Hounds arriving just in time.
Of course the usual questions came by as they were more professional than the last bunch she was with before stuff went south. Feng gave her student ID and even the name of her instructor for the sake of ease. But it was all quickly sorted out as she beckoned the woman to join them. Feng helped a bit with securing the child and making sure that he is alright. After checking a bit she turned to the woman, “I’m sorry this had to happen but don't worry you’re safe now. These guys will protect you and here are some ways to contact us after everything blows over..now go”.
She saw them off with a smile as they drove off quickly. The area was quickly getting dangerous and this can only mean that trouble is afoot. Then a voice boomed out from behind her and she quickly turned around to see a pack of ragers coming for her in an alleyway.”Fucking hell...looks like its my turn to dance”, she muttered to herself as they were coming. Most of them had pretty weak quirks but their numbers are going to be an issue for sure.
‘Red if you can hear me, the family have been safely transported out but I've got company! I’ll rendezvous with you as soon as I finish up these goons’, she said on her end of the radio as she ignited her legs. ‘Showtime’, is what she said as she quickly rushed at the goons and went to work.
A narrow area like this is a playground for someone like Feng. Their numbers are great but they lack the mobility as she kicks a goon on her left right in the face and slamming him into a wall. She used the wall to springboard herself off and immediately go and hit another rager in the face with a palm strike. Landing on her feet she knew that they were tougher than they first looked as they were hyped up on something. She got her dukes up as she readied up for her next rush as they came at her.
‘Feng, what do you think your chances are of getting out of this without a scratch?’ Fei asked as Feng kneed the first goon in the face as they all rushed her.’About seventy to thirty on that Fei’, she replied in her head as she punched another goon in the face. ‘Really are you the seventy or the thirty?’, the other voice replied as Feng spin kicked a goon into a wall. ‘What else do you think?’, she exclaimed in her head as she jumped to get some distance. The banter in her continued as she fought on, the goons were more akin to wild beasts than thugs. They were more dangerous but good god were they more predictable in terms of movements. Muscles and whatever theyre on seem like a recipe for an enemy one would see in a beat em up.Some of them had bones picking out of their skin and others had extra limbs, but they were all the same as they were made to be targets for her kicks....or that is would she like to think.
It was proving more than a challenge as the ragers were more than a little hyped up. Her eyes looked at the walls of the alley way and the path that was filled with goons. An idea popped into her head as she recalled a little trick she can do with her legs. Eyes were glowing and a smile was on her face as she got into a muay thai position. The ragers were rushing her once again but that's what she wanted.’Lets see how this move holds up in a situation like this!’, she thought to herself as she ignited her leg. 'One kick like this can knock the wind out of Jaz so lets see how much damage it can do if I do this !',She fired off her kick like a spring loaded toy by releasing more energy through it. It had a good range and it was perfect for what she was about to do. The first kick made contact and she retracted, she then fired again and again and again and again…
Soon a storm of red hot kicks filled the alleyway ; it looked like someone set off fireworks at the center with how many sparks were flying. It was a barrage that was aimed at every goon in the alleyway and it was a sight to see. But she soon stopped to check if any of them were left and to catch her breath. If there were any left then she would be ready to take them down and if that was the last of them then she would quickly go off to meet back up with Red.
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on May 6, 2020 21:05:52 GMT -4
Her neon hummed in a high-pitched tone, adding force to her blow, and for a split second, Luzia grinned in victory. She didn't fool herself into thinking that this would be ended in one blow, she was smarter than that, but it felt so good to feel her knuckles slam into this bitch's face. Her grin was slightly wider just because she saw blood; this was right, this was justice, if there was a thing in this world. This bitch, this student didn't know sleeping on concrete, didn't know stealing to eat, she didn't know ducking away from both sides of the law to stay safe! She got to have a good life, a happy mom, a playful dad, she got to eat, she got to play, she got to have friends and go to school!
"I've felt worse!"
Luzia flinched, gasping softly when blood spattered against her cheek. She was wide-eyed,, put into a total state of just... shock. All of the anger, the hate froze in time, and her fingers slowly reached up to her cheek, touching her cheek, and she turned her head to look at them. They had droplets of blood... but... it wasn't her blood. It wasn't her blood...?
It wasn't her blood.
This had never happened before. It wasn't right. She was supposed to be afraid, she was supposed to beg and scream, or even fight back... but... this wasn't right. She spit in her face instead. She. Spit. In. Her. Face.. Luzia... for a moment, she didn't know how to react to that. It was wrong, it wasn't what was supposed to happen. She was supposed to be afraid.
She was supposed to be afraid!
Anger... no, fury burst out from the deepest parts of Luzia. One part of her, the part of her that always tried to stay in control, remembered Muramasa, remembered him telling her to take her anger and stay in control... but the bigger part of her flared in her fury. She snarled, looking up just as soon as the girl spread her wings and threw someone at her. Normally, she would have dodged, and instinctually, she wanted to, but her body did something different; it grabbed the woman that was trying to hold the angel student, throwing her aside, leaving a wake of neon behind her as she chased after the angel.
This student was supposed to fight back. This bitch was supposed to be afraid. She'll rip her wings off if that's what it took!
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Post by Perry Possum on May 6, 2020 23:54:04 GMT -4
Things had seemed to have escalated a bit. But the students seemed to hold their own. At least that's what Paw Might gathered from his flyby above. The small Red Baron Jr. soaring through the skies above as the sputter of his propeller could be heard spinning strongly above. While he wanted to dive out and help the strong willed students bellow he resisted. He had an assigned targets already and they seemed to be handling themselves just fine for the most part. He hoped the rescue teams would get their part done as well. Things seemed to be chaotic no matter where he ended up today. A small smirk on hits tiny lips as he gripped the pilots stick with both tiny paws. His cigar burning off light embers in his little fuzzy lips as he angled his plane looking for his target and the nearest location on where to go relying on what information Elise had been able to relay via transmissions to his plane and communicators. It was in a glorious shining blast that he saw Angel another student doing battle with the big pants villain girl he'd been sent for. At least if all things aligned with the information he got and the power he saw in brief action he assumed this was it? " These kids got spirit... A little crazy as well." He'd say wasting little time soaring in and a downward angle briefly aiming for the space between Angel and The infamous painter. The chugging of his small engine heard peeling downward as little tinks where then fired as a series of bursts of small metal coated toothpicks from his plan shot into the ground aiming close to his target but mainly a small downward firing line trying to separate the two. The plan veering back upward as quick as he could whether his attack hit or miss wasn't really relevant at the moment. He shuffled around briefly in his pilots chair angling his cigar out one side of his mouth so he could talk holding out what could only be described as a tiny megaphone. It was a bit haphazardly made and honestly more like a extension of Radio. It likely would only really work in closer areas of range such as this. " Get those wings out of here before this one clips em. Get to the rescue team zones or your fellow students and lend some aid. We gotta get this area calmed down and safe." Clicking his radio and pilots controls briefly as he continued just a moment longer. " Paw Might's here I got this mother." He'd say with a snort feeling a little nervous as he veered back around. Expecting Angel to listen to his order as he slowly flew in a circular pattern path before taking a secondary dive straight for the painter this time. Intending to light up the sky with his tiny metal tooth picks what little ammo he had at least in a downward spray again. He'd intend to veer up again if all went as planned. But then again when did things ever go as planned? ---- 1.Paw Might arrives on scene from the skies above. 2.Tiny plane sputters over the scene to try and get a handle on what all has happened. 3.Tries to use a surprise downward spray of his metal toothpicks from his little machine gun on his plane. Trying to aim more to separate the two girls then actually aiming at Painter directly. 4.Uses a tiny megaphone to try and tell Angel to flee and help either her students or those in need with the rescue peeps. 5.Expecting her to listen he turns his plane coming back around and tries to veer back down at fire a second volley at Painter. |
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Post by Yumi on May 7, 2020 13:57:35 GMT -4
Angel and Perry
A cunning move from the hero to be, Angel took a sound blow from the painter but managed to use the thug that had been holding them back as a projectile while moving into some form of escape. Of course the battle so far had been taking it's toll and just in time too as a certain airborne possum managed to arrive on the scene, firing a line between Luzia and Angel, ordering the feathered student to back away while he handled the situation... but whether Angel chose to or not was entirely up to her. They'd been given the order, but the painter was a devastating foe, and a furious one at that...!
Not about to let her have all the fun of course, even while many of the 'ragers' saw Luzia as a 'higher up', a favourite of Muramasa's current supply of minions and goons, they offered her no respect on this day. Some may have thought to give her space, leave her to her own battles, but many more still saw this as an opportunity to prove their own fury was in some way greater than hers to the eyes of Muramasa, whether he was observing them or not. Rushing towards the scene was a small group, a burst of electricity fired from a cybernetic scorpion tale aimed directly for Angel, while vine like hair rushed forth to try and grab at Perry's plane. These were just two notable strikes of the small group starting to form around the hero, the student, and the Painter.
Feng
Back in her alleyway Feng made work out of the low ranking goons of the ragers. They didn't go down without a fight, and Feng would find her flurry of flaming kicks took a lot more out of her than she may have expected, but ultimately she was left surrounded by groaning goons that the hounds and other official emergency response teams would soon sweep up. As she took a moment to observe her surroundings, a third party observed her...
Dropping down into the alleyway, hiding briefly in her blind spot, silent as a mouse, the criminal known as 'Chesire' slowly rose to his full height, reaching out a hand to the back of Feng's head. The moment the girl's 6th sense kicked in, that niggling sense that the air around her was disturbed, her eyes turning to Chesire, a snap was let off in her face. The simple snap of ones fingers through a thin white glove. This was all Chesire needed however. In an instant the space between the two was filled by a reflective apparition. A barrier of a mirrored surface filling the slim alleyway that Feng had been doing battle in, and as she likely leapt back, prepared to fight, she'd look into the eyes of her reflection, with no knowledge of what this had set off.
In the next instance, regardless of her own actions, her reflection held a sharp glare towards her, rushing towards her, and as it's fingertips breached the surface of the mirror the glass shattered. What was once a perfect reflection of Feng herself was now a tougher, harsher looking woman. Her hero uniform made out of darker shades, equipped with tools far beyond what Feng herself may use. A gun strapped to her hip, blades on her thighs and a series of what could only be assumed to be equally deadly tools in small vials resting in a utility belt along her waist. Her outstretched hand lowered, pivoting off the ground as a burning leg swung through the air above her body, aiming to strike Feng back before expertly flowing back to her feet, holding a stance that Feng would recognize as a more offensive form of her own adopted martial arts, the mirror formed clone staring her down with cold, harsh eyes.
She let her gaze flow, slowly, up and down her original self... clicking her tongue in disappointment. "Tsk... Still playing hero? And after what you've done? With what you know? Pathetic..."
Chesire was long gone in the wake of his shattered mirror, leaving Feng to face his quirks manifestation of herself...
Reddarc
Reddarc was quick on his feet and all the better off for it. With his quick thinking and using his foes against one another, he had indeed managed to bait the faster, leaner, jet powered criminal to pound the gut of his angrier, tubbier looking partner. Fueled by the raging blood in his system, the cement-flesh quirker broke the chain being used to choke him out, the thing fading to dust as he relinquished his hold on it and rushed towards his companion. "What are you doing you idiot he just-!" Was all the jet elbowed quirker could get out, a hand covering his face and turning into a thick sludge as the larger of the two men rugby tackled the other, forcing him to the ground and drowning him in the oozing flesh.
A sharp kick to the gut sent the larger man tumbling into the stores already dishevelled shelves and display cases, coughing furiously till the cement like flesh was purged from his throat and working up to his feet. He turned his eyes to glare at Red, short on breath, but anger in his voice. "You're gonna pay for that kid...!"
His turbines whirred up yet again, preparing for a barrage as he burst forth, Reddarc allowed much more freedom in his movement but this man still attempting to pelt him with a flurry of blows. About 3 strikes in however, even as he attempted to go for more regardless of the impact he made, his partner in crime would tackle him once again, leaving both of them open for a finshing blow!
All the while, Chesire would have returned to the store, his quiet nature allowing him to carefully slip inside the store, resting to the side of the combatants, using the stores ice cream freezer as a seat, chuckling as he watched and even giving a mocking applause when Red had finished his fight. "My my, turning them against eachother?~ VERY heroic there young man. A true hero in the making I must say...~"
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Post by Angel Surami on May 11, 2020 0:09:38 GMT -4
| I t was finally time for things to get serious! Angel's smile quickly lessened to a small grin as the neon villian rushed at her! Angel braced herself only for the two to be cut off rather quickly by not only the puttering of a small plane piloted by a..possum? The plan quickly fired what looked like metal tooth picks! Angel heard the pro hero's orders to take off before she got hurt. Before Angel could answer or obey the order however she saw as the thugs around them seemed to close in followed by what looked like a metal scorpion tail firing electricity at her. Angel using her reflexes quickly opened her parasol so that the special dome could take a brunt of the blow so that she wouldn't be electrocuted and just pulled back. "But sir! There's so many of them! Are you sure you can take them all!?"As ordered Angel quickly closed her parasol and strapped it to her hip before taking to the air. As she did so however she noticed a woman with vines for hair launch one of her vines for the pro's plane. In order to keep him from getting grabbed she quickly launched a single feather to cut the vine off before it could attach itself to the little plane. Angel would then fly to the height of the talking Possum with a worried gaze as she flew next to him. The young girl then took in a slow deep breath before nodding silently and obediently. "As you wish sir. I'll go back up my fellow junior heroes!"Before flying off Angel would pluck one of her feathers and placed it in his plane as a little momento. She then looked down at the pink haired super Villain before giving her a little wink and a grin. "We'll have to reschedule our dance Light Bright! I am afraid that my dance card is a little full at the moment!"Without another word Angel took off from the scene at her top speed that she could muster before pressing down on the com link in her hearing aid so that she could communicate with Feng,Redd and Elise as she headed toward Redd and Feng's location. "This is Angel of Mercy reporting in! The pro hero sent to relieve me has arrived and I'm clear! I am currently heading toward Typhoon Dragoon's and Red's location! Any specific instructions or am I to just lend aid? Has the rescue opperation been resolved!?"Angel hated the fact that she had to leave the pro possum in such a large crowd of baddies including a heavy hitter,but orders were orders and so she just had to focus on getting to her allies in time to help them either fight or rescue the family in need. Though one thing did stick in Angel's mind which was the familiar look of pain and rage at the world within the Neon baddie's eyes. It was clear that the two of them would meet again most likely more then once. |
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Post by Arthur "Reddarcc" Hunter on May 12, 2020 9:56:42 GMT -4
"Oh boy.....I think you really pissed Pinky off here, Spikey." Red would joke to his very temporary and unwilling team mate, as he was still standing atop the man the cement guy with a chain around his neck. The guy was growling like a cornered animal, which made his next action of rushing his friend very predictable. It was the same things all meat heads ended up doing in a fight eventually, it was an easy tactic to exploit it. Still, in rushing his friend, the guy had ended up breaking the chain around Reds neck, fading to dust rather quickly. Red would have breathed a sight of relief but, he had bigger things to worry about at the moment. Like not smashing his head against the fuckin floor.
After all, he was still standing on the guys back while he was attempting to choking him out. So, when he rushed forward, Red fell backwards, the change in balance too quick and sharp for him to effectively stand on the guy any longer.....not that he planned too, but it woulda been nice to get a couple seconds to jump off him. So, as Pinky tackled Spikey to the ground, Red effectively backwards rolled towards the counter, his hands shielding the back of his head from snapping his neck on a loose rock or something. It'd suck to die like that, there'd be no reason or appeal to it.
Red would hit the counter rather quickly, the pain not actually being too bad and fading quickly, and get back up. Aside from his neck aching a little bit from the chain, he was still perfectly unscathed. If he wanted to, he could just leave these two guys to fight it out inside this store and get back to work....buuuut.....they would end up trashing the place if he left them here, and that wouldnt be good. So, standing up, he'd just round the corner of the counter, standing behind it once more, and waited, watching the two men fight it out. He had an idea. A very, Very dumb idea.
Come on.....come on....get up and say it, you fucker. Red would start praying in his brain, watching as Pinky got kicked off of Spikey into a bunch of shelves and start coughing up all the cement that was in his throat. ALl the while, Red had flipped his goggles back onto his head and wiped the lenes off, so that he could actually fucking see pretty well now.
Come on, tell me Im gonna pay for that, please, I have a line for this. It'll be cool as fuck man. Red would continue to let the loser part of his brain dictate his actions, as Jet boy glowered at him in anger. .....Arent you getting a bit too into this act, man? Hunter would ask him, as if he wasnt also waiting for the guy to say something so he could make a dumb joke. So when the guy actually did say that Red was gonna pay for that, his face lit up like a firework display in a blizzard.
"Oh, how much will I be paying you? A punch to the face? A beat down? A good knocking out? Come on man, what am I payin ya with? Oh, I know! Your face in the floor!" Red would rather excitedly respond, the chunni in him freaking the fuck out that the guy actually said it. Hunter was even shadow boxing the air in excitement, as was the rest of the council. It was fuckin dumb, but it was SO COOL THOUGH. They was definetly getting a little to into this act.
Either way, Spikey wouldnt exactly give Red time to revel in his own dumbassery, getting back up and charging at him once again. Red wasnt about to fall for the same trick twice, so he waited until the guy was close to the counter, confirm that he was actually throwing a punch this time.....and then jump off the counter/ the guys fist to dodge it, landing behind him. As he did, he noticed a stirring coming from the debris of the shelves Pinky had been tossed into...which gave him an idea. One. Red would start internally counting.
"Really? You were smarter about this last time, man. No other tricks up your sleeve or are you a bit tired? Wanna get this over with quick?" Red would taunt, coaxing the guy over like a cocky fuck. It was all part of the plan, he didnt want Spikey to notice what he was about to do. The guy spun around and tried punching him again. Red head slipped it, making sure to keep Spikeys vision of the debris obscured, so he wouldnt get a whiff of the plan. The pile of debris would stir even more. Two. Hunter would keep counting
Another blow would come down, Red barely having to move to dodge it, considering how telegraphed it was. He'd pop a jab into the guys face directly after, to keep his attention firmly on him, and him alone. He heard the debris start to fall behind him, which could only mean one thing. Pinky was back in play. Three. Red would continue, getting low to the ground, to make sure that Spikey was the first guy Pinky saw....which would work in his favour immensly. Another strike would start to fall down towards Red....but it would never hit its mark.
Now! Hunter would exclaim, as Red dodged towards the back wall of the store, behind a shelf, causing the blow to shatter the floor when Red had been standing and creating distance between the two. Spikey probably would have followed him, but unfortunatly for him, Pinky had other ideas. He'd immeditaly tackle Spikey, which was a hell of a surprise to him, but Red wouldnt let either of them dwell on it for long. He'd generate as much wind around his fist as he could, dash back in, and pull his arm back.
"And You're Out!" Red would exclaim, smacking both of them in the face at the same time, and bracing himself to fire all of his wind at them, at point blank range. The force of the blow would hopefully send both of them flying out of the store windows, and into the street, probably impacted a wall, a lamp post or SOMETHING nearby and knocking them the fuck out. Red would briefly breathe a sigh relief, getting ready to go help Feng with whatever was keeping her company. "Yeah, I got ya Feng, stay there Im on the wa----
Suddenly, Red would hear sarcastic applause close by. On instinct, he'd jump backwards from the sounds origin, grab two hilts from his belt, and generate two knives using them, eyes darting around the store to see if there was anyone else, besides the masked guy applauding his work. He hadnt felt a thing. He hadnt noticed the guy sneak in here. How long had he been here, if he saw that? What was his plan? It obviously wanst to kill him, he'd had plenty of chance to do that if Red hadnt seen him yet.....so what was it.
".....You plannin on offerin me some free ice cream or somethin? You obviously want somethin if you're talkin to me after sneakin in here. Woulda been easy to just blindside me out of nowhere." Red would ask, eyes glaring directly into the masked individuals own, clearly ready for a fight. Reds instincts screamed that this guy was bad news, even if he was docile for now. He didnt see anyone else around, but he couldnt know for sure.......If only Red knew how much of a rough time he was in for right about now.
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Post by Feng "Fei" Yao on May 12, 2020 23:45:00 GMT -4
The barrage was magnificent as she launched kick after kick in every direction. She couldn't see every face she hit as she aimed in their general direction, every flaming strike hitting something. There was some resistance but it slowly died down as each started to slow down. ‘I think I should stop now..’, she thought as she took back her normal stance and let out a breath of air. She can now notice that all the goons from before who were filled with rage were on heaving on the floor and covered in various bruises. Emergency services and the Hounds arranged them up, receiving a few words of praise from them as they brought them in. She waved them off as it was no trouble for her as she took a moment to catch her breath. The barrage took a bit out of her and there was more work to be done. Any radio messages can't be heard at the moment due to resting.
But as she caught her breath and kept watch of her surrounding area, she can feel something is up. Like something felt wrong, it wasn't a feeling of dread or anything dramatic but it was a creeping feeling of being watched. But she was a second too late as her eyes saw a masked figure snap in her face. ‘WHO THE FU-”, Feng reacted as she short hop backwards as she readied to strike. But soon a reflective barrier was between them. She could see herself in the mirror in plain sight as it did what any mirror did.
For a moment she was confused as to what was going on before her own reflection began to warp and change in front of her. Her hero outfit distorting and changing; becoming darker, her becoming more armed and dangerous and gaining a scarier look than she first saw. Shocked and confused as to what was happening,it began to run towards her and breached the surface of the mirror. It shattered as she landed on the ground with her hand as she went for a hand standing kick. “What the hell!?”, she exclaimed as she blocked the kick with her forearm. The hit pushed her back as she skidded on the ground from the force. She grit her teeth as she bored with the burning pain that was on her arm as it singed through the costume covering it.
The other woman began to speak with her voice and gave mention to her family. Her expression was grim and her outfit made her look like she was a mercenary. Armed with various weapons and vials, she knew she was her but everything about her seems off. It made her recall the run in with the Tao from the winter and everything about her echoed that girl. From expression to attacks and more. It also showed her ugly side as she never felt the feeling of her own kick being used against her.
Feng was of course a bit shocked by the sheer idea that another her is now in the world. ‘Feng, who the hell is that?! Why does she have our face?”, Fei chimed in as Feng kept her guard up. Of course the other voice in her head was just as shocked as saw what she saw. The appearance of another her is going to make this worse as she doesn't know what this fake knows.“How the hell should I know?! This is the last thing I expected in a mission like this and now we have to worry about her spilling our personal information!?”, she responded in her head as she glared at the reflection. She didn't have time to even understand what was going on as she heard the fake speak about some bad memories she thought she buried a while back. Her legs ignited as stared down the impostor with eyes glowing bright yellow. The look on her face got more fierce as she bored her fangs at the fake as she got ready to strike.
“You speak like you know what wrongs I've done?", She opened up with as got into a ready stance "Who the hell are you….actually scratch that, I’ll get my answers when I beat you down, you fake!” , yelling out as she took a running start and went at the person who looks just like her. She took a deep breath as she adjusted her posture the moment her left foot landed on the ground as she activated her quirk and launched herself at the target, aiming to do a Red Hot Kick.
DRAGONS TEMPO: INFERNAL FANGS!!
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on May 13, 2020 20:25:50 GMT -4
Almost... almost... she could almost feel this freak's feathers in her fingers! Luzia growled, gritting her teeth as she chased after the winged girl. She was fast, but Luzia stayed right on her heels, leaving a wake of neon behind her as she kept her eyes locked onto the focus of her hate, her surroundings only needing a peripheral view to weave between any obstacles in her path.
She kept her eyes locked on her enemy, and she even reached out, very nearly touching the girl, but something suddenly caught the edge of her eye, and her eyes flicked away at the last second, throwing her hands forward to slow herself to a stop almost instantly. She narrowly avoided a swarm of... bullets, or something. She wasn't looking at them, she was looking at the thing that attacked her... was it a... tiny plane? What the hell was an RC plane doing here?! Wait, no, something was in the plane! It was telling the angel quirker to run!
No! No no no! NO!
Luzia whirled to the angel quirker, who argued with him for a second before turning to her, saying something about a dance card being full. Her teeth gritted tighter, and she snarled. "NO!" She moved to chase after the student, the person that represented everything that could have been good in her life - friends, family, school - and didn't have, screaming bloody fury at the top of her lungs. She wouldn't get away!
"Gah!"
The tiny little plane turned to her and started shooting at her, and she grunted in surprise and fury, hissing through her teeth as she turned and ran. Who the fuck was this guy?! What kind of name was Paw Might? Who the fuck used a little plane?! Was it some kind of quirk?! She dodged the 'bullets' easily, running away from them, every single step making her blood boiil even more. She was going the exact opposite way the angel went! Why?! Why were they trying to interfere?! This was justice! This was fair! It was only right!
More movement caught her eye, and Luzia gasped, looking up as she saw someone with vine hair attack the plane. That was enough for Luzia to take a breath, suddenly looking around. There were people around her... some of them staring, some of them glaring, and somehow... she felt... comforted. Not safe, not calmed, but comforted... she realized that she wasn't alone... at least some of these people had to care about her, but even if they didn't, they... they were at least on her side. Today, at least.
"Keep the fury. Sharpen it. It's not a blunt instrument...." She murmured, echoing Muramasa's words, she shook her head violently, letting her breath leak out from between her teeth as she let herself calm down, just slightly, just enough for her to her to think a little bit, shooting a glare at everyone else. "Fuck you looking at, huh?! Make yourselves useful and bring that stupid plane down!"
A part of her, buried under her fury, was elated at the the chance to order people around, but those feelings were stored away for later. She was far too furious to really relish it, as she threw her hand up, firing at the plane in her own attempt to bring it down.
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Post by Perry Possum on May 18, 2020 22:39:13 GMT -4
~~Post Music~~The small plane engine burned hot as the propeller sped in continuing circles as it sputtered strongly along through the air as combat had begun. The small furry entity at the pilots seat and controls holding firm on the controls to try and maneuver after his original set of shots to try and avoid the strange hair like attacks that had launched him at him mere moments after he had made himself and his intentions known to the enemies as well as the young student in the scuffle presently bellow. As the hair vines were slowed in assumption by Angels bladed edged feathers Perry swerved in a hard angle briefly shooting hire in the sky for only a short few moments to try and avoid the hair vines. Thanks to the combined efforts of the two only strong scratches had managed to occur at the side of his plane. The plane briefly experiencing turbulence as it shot higher in the air and quickly regaining control as well. He attempted to quickly try and reload his small machine gun with its metal coated toothpick like ammunition. Trying to fly in a small circle and turn back around for a second run as he watched bellow at the action going on. The other students not far off were sadly in such a pickle that asking them to flee would have likely put them only in more danger... There wasn't much he could do for them know except hold out hope they had the skills to handle it. If he was able to get free in time he'd try to help them as well. But only time would tell if such a idea would prove possible. By the time he was turned around to get the mob and Luzia the great painter back in his sights. The small clang of his tiny bi plane gun clacking back into action as he fired several quick paced bursts of fire towards Luzia and some at the villain crowd. A line of fire forming like one imagine the bi planes of olden days in combat doing toward the ground. Unfortunately to get a aim of sight on Luzia he too would come into her line of fire. As he would quickly unload several bursts of fire in her and her compatriot mobs direction a burst of neon would skid off the side of his plane and cause the bottom right wing to splinter away as well as the tail to lose part of its lower right back tail wing as well. Small bits of splintering wood raining down to the ground bellow as he pulled up after taking the damage to his vehicle. The small plane no sputtering hard to keep powered as it made small bursts of height in its current state. The strain this put on the engine as well cause it to sputter with more and more difficulty before eventually it began to stall. The plane only gliding lightly on a slowly quickening decent which sadly would force Perry to quickly bale moments after. The fall was quick as the plane sputtered away and he fell briefly towards the ground. A small parachute igniting close down to soften the fall before he would slowly land among the crowd and strange villains. Small feet glad to be on the ground but not so glad to be surrounded as he was presently. Clearing his throat he seemed to prepare himself for whatever was to come next. " That's gonna take time to repair... You're gonna pay for that." He'd say with light agitation. The small plane crashing in the distance in a small screech and scream of twisting metal. " I'll give you a chance... Surrender and I'll take you in. Don't and I'll have to use force." He'd say with a light snort and sniff from his tiny pink snoot. The eyes of a lawman in his little beady eyes as he spoke. ---- Narrowly avoids the strange hair vine thanks to Angels assitance. Comes back around for a second volley of shots at Luzia and the crowd but his plane becomes damaged and he's first to try and fly upward and eventually forced to bail from the plane. Parachutes down and stands among the crowd.
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Post by Yumi on May 23, 2020 10:26:07 GMT -4
ANGEL
*KZzzzT* Ang*Kzzzt* -- Cy
Angel of *Kzzzzt* Mercy! Come i-- *Kzzzt*
“Angel of Mercy! Come in!”
Chiming in on Angel’s coms as a voice many a hero might find familiar but could be very new to the budding intern and hero to be. Heaven on High. The quirkless drone operator of Tokyo’s police force! Ever a helpful aid to pro hero forces, he’d managed to just get set up on the scene and was working on getting in communication with those on scene. Elise had been pulled from the front lines so someone had to keep y’all organized.
“Angel of Mercy do you copy?” The moment he got a response a sigh of relief would sound. “Good. The wavelengths out here are screwed to all hell. I can’t even get in touch with Typhoon Dragon and… Reddarc. Wow kid didn’t even put down a hero na-ANYWAY-!”
Realizing he was getting sidetracked, He refocused. “Anyway, I got reports coming through that due to the Tremors Red Horn is causing there’s been a sewage burst further down the street and with the roadways shattered wiring cables there’s basically an electrified pool preventing a lot of people from getting to safety. Think you can lend them your wings for a few lifts to safety?”
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RED
Chesire smirked behind his mask as Reddarc managed to keep up a cool act even when he’d snuck up on him like that. His hand reached to his side, slipping open the ice cooler beneath him and tugging out some chocolate covered popsicle brand, peeling away the wrapper and easing his mask up. “Oh I dunno. I don’t think you heroes tend to go for the 5 fingered discount method of ‘freebies’ huh?~” He took a delicious little bite of his popsicle treat, kicking off the ice cooler and casually striding across the store. His mask still covered most of his face, and it seemed he was still able to see. That or just had an immensely confident sense of his surroundings while blinded by the lower half of his mask now covering his eyes.
“I just have a greater love for theatrics than the rest of these goons here… I’m an outside hire, you might say. While everyone’s here for their sense of fun… I have a slightly different definition.” He took another sweet bite, smirking behind it as his gaze seemed to be focused on Red… but with a tilt of his chin he looked over Red’s shoulder. “Now.”
Of course, there was no guarantee that Reddarc would fall for the gambit. If he looked behind himself there’d be no one there to strike Red down, but Chesire moved in all the same. He was quick on his feet. Not supernaturally so but his reactions were sharp. Dropping the popsicle his hands clapped harshly in Reddarc’s face, getting his attention if he’d turned around or staggering him if he’d remained forward. His hands pulled back into two sets of snapped fingers, and a mirror formed rapidly between them both. Red would get seconds, likely forced to look into his reflection by the sudden nature of it-
A burst of wind shattered the glass, Red finding himself smashing through one of the few un-destroyed shelves of the store. Stepping out where the glass once held him back, a wild eyed blonde, devoid of the scars that littered Reddarc’s body, would step out to face him. A cocky smirk across his face. His arms skimmed across one another, a more ‘steam punk’ version of his gear whirring to life as he aggravated the gears like the chord of a Beyblade against one another.
“You two have fun…!~” Chesire tugged back down his mask, looking to make a quick escape. He’d have to remain close to his clones, but he had enough running her to satisfy his curiosity. Time to see what the upcoming generation of heroes was like beneath the surface…!
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FENG
“…Still speaking to yourself?”
As Feng hesitated and gathered her thoughts, the dark clone formed by the mirror shook her head in disbelief, a heavy sigh escaping her lips as she rolled her shoulders back and got into a more ready position. As the self image of Feng herself, the worries she had about herself, the darker thoughts that might grace her mind… the dark Feng knew full well what was going on in her original’s mind. The blend of Feng and ‘Fei’ as she was known. The dark clone treated this with a sharp glare, a look of disdain towards her original. “What do you call it? A coping mechanism? Another ‘you’? Pheh… just excuses for going insane. And over what. Some pathetic crush not working out in your favour? A crush you still refuse to act upon? Spineless. Brainless… your family is gonna have to do a lot to make whip you into shape. Make you worth something.”
She continued to hold a sharp glare on her original, shifting her pose as Feng moved to strike back, not hesitating in the slightest herself. She held her stance strong, a defensive motion.
“Please. When do you EVER want answers. All the truth does is hurt you.”
She brought her knee up to meet Feng’s charge, taking her kick. Her heel remaining on the ground dug in, absorbing the kinetic force transferred into her body and fueling a spring loaded motion of her own. With both legs now off the ground, the loaded kick sprung around her body, a fully primed roundhouse kick fuelled by a burst of blue flame.
“DEMONS TEMPO: SATANS CLAW!”
With the power of both her own attack and seemingly the one Feng had just made fueling her, D!Feng struck back across her face and swiftly landed on her feet. Even if her attack had failed she rushed into the next, spinning on her heel and delivering a flurry of kicks to follow!
PERRY AND LUZIA
With the plain down the group around Luzia had done the job demanded of them… but they kept their distance. With the hero on the ground Luzia would be going in for the kill, and they’d observed over and over what the villain could do. No one was ready to make the first move. To risk getting in her way, both in the manner of screwing her over or just… LITERALLY getting in her way. Many of them were sure they wouldn’t easily survive such a situation.
“… Ne-on.” The sound of stamping feet was followed by the meek voice of a surrounding goon. “Fu-Ry.” The feet stamped in a rhythmic beat… and slowly people got the message.
Surrounding Perry and Luzia in a circle. The Chanting Began to grow. The sound of stomping feat, or powerful claps mixing to form a sound beat following each Chant.
“Neee-on!”
Dun-Dun-Dun
“Fuuuu-Ry!”
Dun-Dun-Dun.
The group couldn’t interrupt but they could cheer her on. Much like Muramasa’s coloseum they were all just here to cheer her on. Watch her glory in the arena, slowly getting louder and louder, some even dropping to the floor, slamming their fists against the ground to the beat.
“NEEEEE-ON!”
DUN DUN DUN
“FUUUUU-RY!”
DUN DUN DUN
“NEEEE-ON!”
DUN DUN DUN
“FUUUUUU-RY!”
A powerful cry from the back sounded from an enthusiastic pair of fans amongst the Ragers.
“SHOW US HIS GUTS PAINTER!” "PUT POSSUM ON THE MENU!"
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Post by Angel Surami on May 23, 2020 22:49:56 GMT -4
| A s Angel flew toward Red's and Feng's location she would suddenly stop short as a new and only some what familiar voice came through the com link connected to her hearing aid. The man quickly told her that the connections were pretty bad and that she couldn't get in touch with Typhoon Dragoon or Red. This caused Angel to instantly begin to worry. Sadly for the young winged woman she wouldn't have time to go help her friends because according to the man in her ear all of the destruction caused power lines to fall and the sewage mane to bust and so evacuations had been cut off by electric pools of water. Civilians needed her since she was the most mobile hero available. Angel just tapped her com link to answer. "This is Angel of Mercy! I copy on your orders sir and will head straight there! Is there a designated drop off point I am to take them too?"Angel could tell as she spoke through the static that something was indeed causing static within their coms be it all of the downed lines or some villian and their quirk trying to cut the heroes off from one another. Whatever the case Angel had a job to do and so she changed directions and flew top speed toward where she had been told to go. As she closed in on her destination she indeed saw a group of civilians trying to back away from flailing power lines and the electrified water. In order to make it safer for her to approach she quickly launched down 3 feathers each toward the wires to pin them down. Once that was done she looked toward the fuse box connected to the poll and quickly flew over to it and launched three more feathers right into the box destroying it and cutting the electricity. She then silently did a quick head count and counted about 10 civilians, 3 of which being small children. Once it was safer to fly down lower to the group she smiled down at the group and gave a kind wave. "Hi there everybody! I'm the Angel of Mercy and I'm here to take you to safety and the nearest ambulance! I'm gonna have to make a couple trips though so here's how we're gonna do it! I'll take those with kids first and then come back for the rest! So parents please pick up your little ones for easier transport!"Angel then gave the group her usual large grin as she watched as one adult picked up one child and another picked up the other two. Angel then nodded and in a quick strong motion scooped both adults and the kids in her arms cradle style as they held their kids tight. It was a bit of a tight squeeze,but thanks t Angel's strength she was able to manage. "If you feel nervous feel free to wrap your arms around my neck! Here we go!"Angel then without another word took off at the top speed that she could manage while keeping the passengers safe. Luckily she only had to fly down the block before she found a cluster of ambulances and police cars grouped together already caring for civilians. Angel quickly touched down and allowed the civilians out of her arms before turning to one of the police officers and paramedics. "I'm the Angel of Mercy! I was tasked with getting civilians out of harms way. There are five more adults down the block cut off from escape thanks to not only a busted sewage mane,but also some downed power lines! The electricity has been taken care of,but we may be facing possible route flooding! I suggest sending one of your trucks to try and stop the runoff!"Angel then without another word took back to the sky and flew back toward the other civilians with what speed she could manage with how winded she was beginning to feel. As she tapped her hearing aid to report in she did her best to still sound strong. "Civilians half evacuated and electricity cut off! Possible issue of street flooding could become imminent and so I reported to local fire fighting and police personal to try and get aid. On route back to the last few of civilians. Any other situations need my attention?"As she made it back to the group of remaining five adults it was becoming clear to Angel that she was beginning to miss Yusaku and the boost in power the robo kitty gave her. Angel would quickly land and scoop up two more adults and allow a third to ride on her back by wrapping his arms around her neck. As she flew back to the fire truck down the block she felt herself begin to feel a tad feint and tired as it had been awhile since her last high calorie snack. Once she let her passengers down Angel quickly grabbed onto the fire truck to steady herself for a moment as she caught her breath and tried to clear her vision leading to one of the paramedics to reach for her which she shook her hand away at. "I'm good! I have a job to do! I can rest later!"As Angel forced herself to take to the sky once more she felt her muscles begin to ache along with her head due to how hungry and callory deprived she was feeling. Once she reached the last two civilians she quickly scooped them up and even though it took a bit longer made it back to the fire truck,though this time once they had been dropped off she pressed her back against the fire truck as she reported in forcing herself to sound like she still had energy. "Civilians secured sir! I repeat,are there any other situations that need my attention? Maybe some thugs robbing a candy store? I could use some chocolate or a soda or seven right about now." |
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Post by Feng "Fei" Yao on May 28, 2020 12:33:58 GMT -4
“[smear:#bd1f19]W-What?![/smear:#12882e:1]”,. Feng was all she could respond with as it took a few seconds to realize what the assailant with the same face as her was saying. Who is this girl?! Who was the cloaked man from earlier? Is this a quirk? If this is a quirk then what the fuck did it do to create a girl like this? How does she know her inner thoughts and her insecurities? Is she her inner demons? She needed to keep her head in the game as she needed to defend herself from the assault
But her stance is shockingly familiar , it was if she was fighting...her own shadow . The posture was the same and everything. It was something that pissed her off….and something she was glad for. Making an exact copy of one's move set is both a blessing and a curse. The opponent knows her every move...and vice versa as she can get a feel of her opponent from her initial impression. Despite the words being thrown at her, she tried to brush it off as she knows the girl is a fake. There are massive truths she is right about….but its all mind games to her as she knows what she did wrong and is desperately trying to push past it.
As Feng made contact, she can recognize the stance and what she was doing as she felt what was coming next. Her eyes glowed bright as she saw her footwork shift rather quickly as she soon saw a roundhouse coming her way. But this was the one move she cant defend against due to where she was positioned. But in an effort to not eat the hit in its entirety she raised her arms to block and reduce the hit. The attack and it hurt like no other, it was both familiar and foreign at the same time as never in her has she felt her own attack used against her in such a fashion.
The upside is that she knows that this sort of move is pretty useful as a counter but now she knows how her opponents feel if they get hit by thus sort of move. The pain went through her arms as she grit her teeth, a hit like this can break metal in a few dozen cases and she wouldn't be surprised if it fractured a few bones.. But she kept her head in the game as she flew from the roundhouse, but her eyes watched as she saw what was coming next as spun in place.
“LIKE HELL YOU’RE GONNA GET A FREE FLURRY ON ME”, she yelled out in retaliation as she activated her quirk to force herself onto the ground and unleash her own rush down in an attempt to interrupt it. She knows the wind up and risks of using such a move, damn well knows a few dozen guys and gals that can defend a hit with no problem. Success or failure didn't matter as she needed to break her flurry. But she was pushed back a bit as a result.
As the storm of kicks collided, she found her mind moving towards some new options. Feng enjoys fighting someone with her own move set but she can't deal with the fact that she can also read her moves. It's going to make itself obvious quickly as her initial response to her opening attack. If she keeps using her own moves, she is going to lose and she cant afford it in a situation like this. Feng has too many things to make up for and she needs to live to make it happen.
She flew back a but as her feet dragged across the floor to break her momentum. Taking a deep breath, she took a somewhat familiar stance. It was a mix of a few other students at the school from what she can recall seeing in person.'Seriously?!' ,Fei asked but was still recovering from the shock of being called out by the fake. But Feng did not respond as she her brain was working overtime as she knows what to do now from this point.
“If I remember correctly, his stance was like this and hands were more bear like as…”, she thought as she looked at the faker. “Is that all you have to say to lil ol me? Im offended you aint talking as much considering you share my face...but you threw out some harsh ass words earlier so I'm going to pay you back...IN FULL”, She said as she got into offensive stance and activated her quirk in rapid short bursts so she dashed around her copies field of vision, switching her hand and making it confusing to read. Her momentum built up until she got into range as she saw an opening on her side as she went for a feint of a left hook before she clenched her fist and aimed for an uppercut.
"IGNITION BRANDING!", she yelled out as she was about to make contact.
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Post by Arthur "Reddarcc" Hunter on May 30, 2020 15:00:19 GMT -4
"....I mean, its a fuckin ice cream mate, who cares? Besides, theres a till right there anyway, i can just drop the change into it.....How much is that anyway?" Red would jokingly ask, Thumbing towards the machine he'd dinged twice now for no reason, really. They werent that hard to operate, so he could just write a note, leave some change behind the counter or in the thing, and it'd all be good....besides, even if it wasnt, it was just an ice cream. He could rationalize it as a reward for makin sure the place didnt burn down or something, maybe......He kinda wanted one right now, actually. Not chocolate, but if they had banana in there it'd be great.
While the guy was eating and talking though, Red was still checking his surroundings. This guy was givin him real big chunni vibes right now, but he had to make sure that his love of "theatrics" didnt include "lull the hero into a false sense of security, then stab him in the back so hard his spine snaps in two". It didnt seem that way atleast, he couldnt feel anything behind him right now...he just hoped it stayed that fuckin way.
".....I can see that mate, you're really layin on the shakespeare thick here. Gettin paid to watch dumbarses get kicked in the face must be a nice gig though, thinkin about it." Red'd reply, eyes focusing on the cat masked individual, glacing behind him at every chance he got. He knew this kinda thing, you keep your oppononts aggro fixed on you and then either A) make sure they get stabbed in the back or B) Pull a trick or bluff out of your sleeve....and since he hadnt noticed anyone behind him yet....he was inclinded to believe it was the latter here.
.....Are you gonna kick this dudes arse or are you just scared? Hunter would joke, really not liking the quickdraw vibe he was getting from this, but he wouldnt have to wait long for it to boil over. Once Mr Cat Face crooked his head, Red moved. Even if the guy did have a fuckin hidden assassin or something, he wasnt about to let himself get stabbed in the back.....plus, the easiest way to deal with a trick is make sure it doesnt happen. Unfortunatly for Red, he just didnt move fast enough.
Right as he burst forward, Chesire dropped his popsicle and clapped his hands together, sending shockwaves through Reds head. He'd been too focused on watching the guys movements that he hadnt noticed his hands moving, especially not that quickly, so the clap caught him off guard, stunning for just a brief second. It didnt stop his momentum though, which is why Red suddenly found his head about to collide with something that looked like glass.....but it couldnt have been.
Time would seem to stop for a second, as Red's head collided with the thing, and he tried to look past it to see where good ol whiskers was off to....but his eyes would find something else. Something very, very eeriely familer. Slowly, Red would start to realise just what he was looking at. It was a mirror. Except also kind of not? It was weird. All he knew, was that he saw himself in the thing, and as he stared into the blue eyes of his reflection.....he wanted to fuckin break it apart.
Of course, he wouldnt get a chance. Right as the anger flashed on his face, and his fist was about to smash it.....it exploded. The result was Red being thrown back a few feet into another set of shelves, that almost collapsed on top of him. Luckily, the force of the explosion sent him through the bloody thing instead....if you can call that lucky, anyway. After bouncing off the backwall he'd land flat on his face, with a cut slightly oozing blood down his face. It wasnt too deep, all things considered, he'd probably be pretty alright.....if he wasnt fuckin lookin at this right now.
....Huh.....Thats weird. He doesnt look like a fuck up. Hunter would joke, but....weirdly, it almost sounded like he was insulted as it left his mouth. Once Red looked up, he'd understand why. Glaring back at him was an almost exact recreation of himself....except he looked like he'd had a bit of a better time in life. For one, his face didnt look fucked up. There didnt seem to be a trace of it on his really fuckin punchable face. His gear also looked.....a lot better than Reds. It didnt look like garbage he'd thrown together and it worked, it looked more like it was....actually designed well. Even if he was activating it like a beyblade.......god he hated that he found that cool.
"....So uhhh....Red 2? Red Squared? Blue? Actually yeah, Blues good, Im gonna use tha---" Red would start to try and joke to try and calm himself down, rubbing the back of his head as he started to get up, but once he got upright....he forgot about trying to stay calm. Sure, the guy had a cocky as fuck grin on his face, but he couldnt exactly blame him for doing that. See, there was the slightly troubling matter of what Blue had on his fuckin back.
Red hadnt looked at it dead on for months. It was propped up in a corner of the garage that he never looked at, for obvious reasons. The images of what happened started flashing through his head again, givin him one hell of a headache, but.....he didnt really care right now. All he knew was that he wanted to bury something into this dudes chest. He hadnt even realised he'd reached for one of his hilts yet, acting purely on instinct as he rushed the guy with a shank, intending on taking this fight outside whether Blue liked it or not.
After all....Even if he was a reflection of him......he didnt deserve to own that. It was Reds. The last thing his dad had....wanted to give him, probably. He never got to find out.
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on May 31, 2020 14:03:48 GMT -4
One hit and the stupid little plane went down, which mean that she would have to deal with whoever was controlling it, but at least it stopped shooting at her. She could sidestep the whatevers - it probably wasn't bullets, not if they were aimed at her - pretty easy, even if there was a crowd forming around her. She ignored that, though; none of them were attacking her, so she kept her focus on the thing that was, watching it sputter and barely stay afloat... but then, something came out of it, something with a parachute, something that landed not far from her and started... talking. Something that shouldn't talk at all.
A giant rat.
Luzia stared at it, blinking slowly, and just to be sure she was seeing what she was seeing, she looked around, just to see if they were seeing it, too. There was a giant rat - wait, no, a possum - talking, even telling her to surrender, and she needed a moment to process that. Was this some sort of shapechanging quirk? Why would he turn into roadkill, of all things. She stared, but then, the confusion slowly turned to anger. She was distracted for a moment, but now she remembered; she remembered how this rat got in the way, how it stopped her from killing that angel, how it stopped her from getting justice.
She grit her teeth, her anger flaring up, coursing through her veins like an energy, but that paused for a second when she heard the crowd around her starting to chant her name, or at least, a name. Again, she was shocked, so unused to having someone on her side for once, let alone so many people, but her distraction was briefer than the one before. Feeling even more fueled than before, she whirled her head back to the bastard that interrupted her, and she yelled. "I don't know who or what the fuck you are, but you're gonna pay for getting in the way!"
With that, she suddenly dashed forward, a wake of neon behind her as she aimed a punch directly at the possum's face. She was used to human victims, but she'd add an animal to the list if she had to.
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Post by Perry Possum on Jun 6, 2020 5:55:40 GMT -4
By the time he touched feet to ground there was no shortage of beings that would wish him chaos and harm. They all would stand far taller then him but the spirit and heart of a lion beat within the tiny fuzzy chest before them. Small fuzzy hands held strong and placed on his hips after dropping the parachute backpack of course. A little angered about having to fix his plane later as well... It didn't take long before a circle formed. A bit barbaric and calling back to warriors fighting in a square for various reasons. Sometimes for land, title, honor, reputation, a endless list of reasons through history why warriors would take to a ring, square, or many variations of combative arenas. Of course this wasn't some sort of historic battlefield. This was the here and now and the small fuzzy often under estimated hero seemed to scan the area around him clearing his throat. He knew there was danger here and a serious volume of it. There were also human joeys fighting bravely not far off doing all they could to stay alive and do what was right. He would look around him at the rowdy circle. Hearing lightly some of the chaos not far off. Hoping the joeys were doing well along with his friends back at the big fights as well. Not that was a little fight by any means either... It was almost funny to the point of. If someone had told him he'd worry for humans to a friendly degree or care taking degree a year or two prior he'd have laughed out of his fur coat. Change comes no matter who you are it would seem. " I take this chanting, illegal gathering, and continued criminal chaos to mean that you won't come willingly?" He said with a loud snort. Small claws on his feet digging hard into the ground to the point it crushed some of the cold hard pavement beneath them leaving small claw marks. Of course as small as he was it may have been hard to see by anyone to far off and not close up on the scene. He leaned back only slightly as well as he did this. A common tactic of his taking form as his tail coiled under him. The big muscular tail taking coiled on the ground bellow him as he tried to make it not so obvious as best he could. " Guess things gotta get messy." He'd say trying to leap hard into the air as she rushed at him. Obviously having to punch low given his small size. He was able to lift in the sky but the glowing neon trailed foe had managed to find hold in her punch along his fuzzy belly. Causing the small fuzzy critter hero to fling back towards the crowd coughing as he flew back. " Ooph!" He said in light pain. Flipping as he flew back though he found himself smashing into someone in the crowd. He would not waste the momentum so to speak even as he quickly tried to regulate his breathing. Whoever he landed on or flew into more specifically would not feel a small fuzzy pillow as may have been expected. A strong set of hind legs and tail would mimic what they did a moment ago in launching. AS he'd aim to as hard as his little legs could muster and his tail could coil and launch like a spring. To smash hard into that person he'd land on and send them flying back and himself forward. Letting out a loud battle cry of sorts as he would if successful launch directly for Painter and send this man flying back towards the crowd with gusto if all went as planned his gut still pained but it'd take more then that to put ol Paw Might down. " Yeeeee haaaaaaaw" He roared flying at her. Looking like a old superman comic book as his cap flowed along his back as he did so and one strong fist held out in front of himself as he intended to 'fly' straight for Painters gut this time aiming to knock the wind out of her so to speak! he would have aimed for her face by he would lose too much altitude for that to have ever been a goal. --- Perry tried to leap towards the skies using his coiled tail tactic. But only managed to leap partially out of harms way and was sent flying back by the punch hitting his gut. Perry flips as he's thrown back in pain, But attempts to kick off with his back hind legs and tail off who he smashed into in the circle around them. Sending the low life if successful soaring backwards into the crowd of villains as well as himself forward towards his true target. Due to Perry losing altitude as he shoots towards his enemy. Rather then her neon face, He aims to fly towards her on a semi superman flying pose aiming to smash into her gut if he managed to land his blow. |
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