Thom Raiwhat?
Felix's claws raked into the chest of the vulture he had chosen, killing it instantly. As it tumbled to the ground, he heard gunfire going off, the birds being taken down left, right and centre by the others around him. With a shrug, he began to retract the claws, flicking the blood off them as he began to descend.
A bullet rushed straight past him, and he flinched, eyes travelling back to the source. A beautiful girl stood on the ground below, gracefully firing shots off in rapid succession.
The feeling of dust beneath his feet informed Felix that he had landed on the ground; blinking, he allowed the wings on his back to crumple and disappear, shaking his head a little. The bullets made things very different, but for a moment, he could have sworn the look on that pretty face was familiar.
Anyway here's Blackwall
Be Legendary
After it's compatriots were mostly taken down, the leader of the vultures flew down and landed, three times the size of a normal human. It's talons were razor sharp, and it's beak looked sharp enough to pierce steel. The other vultures flew away, leaving it to take them on by itself; as it had commanded.
Boss battle. Round 1. FIGHT
Inspirational quote against powerful image of nature.
Well now, thought Ashi, this was something he could handle. He first took a quick moment to observe the enemy; see what he could do against it. Then, flashing a wide, toothy grin on his face, he ran like lightning to the vulture... or, to be more precisely, he ran next to the right side of the vulture. Flashing past, he slashed diagonally at the buzzard's right wing but good, then, jumped to the other side, his body twisting like a somersault mid air, and when he arrived on the other side, he slashed right through the left wing. The buzzard's wings were now clipped.
Unfortunately, this had a rather nasty side effect; the buzzard was quite naturally enraged, and so with it's mighty talons, kicked Ashi right across the town; his right shoulder was now bleeding, but he was able to roll upon landing, so he wasn't as badly injured as he could have been. Slowly getting back up, he took off his Sandogasa, and threw it straight to the ground, and looked the vulture straight in the eye, right before letting loose a grim smirk, with his eye narrowed, and spitting at the ground in defiance...
edited 25th Sep '11 6:23:46 PM by kkhohoho
The Warrior Monk of Coeurl
It seemed, by the thud somewhere behind him, that the battle wasn't quite over. However, Lucky didn't intend to go back. He had been able to keep his cool throughout the conversation with the Angel, but saying his annoyance level hadn't budged in the slightest would be a lie. That, and he could only take the stench of a holy being for so long. Sitting down and propping his back against a wall, Lucky began to tear off the sleeve of his duster to get a better look at the wounds. It seemed to mainly be two large gashes and a couple cuts, nothing that serious. Pinching the edge of one of the gashed cuts, Lucky lit his index finger and thumb on fire, running it down the length of the wound as he cauterized it, gritting his teeth . Once done, he did this to the other wound, and then to the little cuts. Once it was all said and done, his arm from the elbow down looked pretty scarred, but at least it was still usable.
edited 25th Sep '11 7:22:17 AM by InfiniteParagon
"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill
Be Legendary
A scrabbling vulture, wing damaged but still deadly, came up next to Lucky, attacking him by surprise. The big buzzard shook it's clipped wings, flapping them experimentally. He gave a loud caw, and a small vulture shot down like a bullet, spitting onto the bird's wings. Slowly, the wound began healing from the properties in the spit, and then it flew away again. Soon the Big Buzzard would be able to fly again. As it was, he instead brought back his wings and flapped them, creating a gust that brought up sandy grit.
Up in the air, Angel Six had left the ground when no one was looking, and dropped back down now, firing towards the bird. Blood trickled from bullet holes, and more birds flew down to heal it. "Someone needs to focus on the little birds, and let the rest of us take care of Big Buzzard" yelled Angel Six, grabbing onto the vulture like it was a bucking bronco.
edited 25th Sep '11 8:14:13 AM by BigDaddyP
Inspirational quote against powerful image of nature.
The Warrior Monk of Coeurl
The vulture got a deep scratch in on Lucky's face, around his right side. Now, Lucky was perfectly pissed off. Reaching out, Lucky grabbed the vulture by the neck, just below the head. Then he grabbed it with his other hand on the neck as well, just above the rest of the body. Then, both of his hands caught on fire, pitch black. The ensuing screeches and death of said vulture wasn't pretty.
Standing up, Lucky jumped and didn't let gravity pull him back down. Instead, he soared into the air, eyes glowing red. "I was perfectly fine with letting you live... now, it's time to die." Flying towards the vultures, one hand went for the revolver, while another flung a fireball down at the large vulture.
"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill
"Bartender!" yelled the Elf, "I need a hard vodka! Now!"
The barista, considering it was a coffee shop, walked over and handed the elf his shot glass—it was actually a cup of coffee spiked with a little whiskey. His thin, oriental features wrinkled in frustration and disappointment. "C—can you, uh, slide it down? Like, go back over there and slide it down the bar?" the elf, suddenly less badass, handed the... "bartender" back the shotglass and walked back to the other end of the bar. He slid it down towards the elf; the "bar" had gone silent, save the occasional snicker.
As it came towards him, the elf fumbled the glass, causing it to tip and smash on the floor. "Oh, shit!" he yelped. "S-sorry, I'll clean that up."
The elf bent down and wiped it up with his red tie. That was the other thing that made things... slightly less awkward. He was, in fact, dressed well for the station, in a nice black suit with matching khakis and loafers, and a complimentary white shirt and red tie.
He got up as if this horrible altercation never happened. "Thanks... for the drink." he walked out, flipping a coin over his shoulder. It hit the table, bounced off of twelve surfaces, and eventually hit a visiting hipster in the eye.
...Platform 26 has delays due to a large creature on the tracks. Please be aware we are sorting this problem out as soon as possible. Have a nice day.
"Well then, time to go kick some ass! Antigravity loafers activate!!" Sunset's loafers started to glow, and he shot off, weight significantly decreased...
And then he tripped over a little girl, his decreased weight and gravity exacerbated the situation, and Sunset went slowly spiraling into the air. "Aaaa!! Hey! Little girl! What do you think you're doing, window shopping? You just made me trip! You're going to have to learn to be more careful!"
He said, still spiraling lazily through the air, wagging his finger in a reprimanding way despite the fact he was now upside down.
Who's Vergo-san.
"That's a character if I've ever seen one," someone in the coffee shop snickered. The remark came from a man stretched out on top of the green board of a billiard's table, his position like a mongoose eyeing the prey of the eight ball, just before they had strayed away to look at the oddball with his pseudo-badassery. His opponent had taken the mind of this misery of a game to look over at the scene as well, leaning on his cue stick and chuckling with the man.
"Meanwhile, back to that intense game of pool," the initial man said, eyes rolling back to the black ball. After a few practice shots, he spoke out, "Corner pocket," and finally went in for the kill. The blue tip of the cue smacked into the cue ball, shooting it into the eight and knocking it straight into the dark pocket.
"Ahh, good game, mate," the loser of the game responded. He moved over and shook hands with the man, and while the winner responded with a tight shake of his own, his head was aimed straight at the nicely dressed fellow who made such a quiet scene. "Err, I don't believe I caught your name?"
"I don't believe I dropped it," Chick Rivers said, still smiling so contently with himself. He laid the cue stick on the green table and made his way out the door, snagging his hat on the way out and swaying his dreads back, only a few drooping across his face.
Interesting people always attracted interesting events. Rivers found someone to at least follow, to see what's going to happen, and at least until that government guy came to give him his next job, he had time to kill. He was sure he heard the elvish-looking man mention some ass-kicking, and that was right up there as one of his favorite hobbies.
All seemed good until he saw the man tumble (in such an uncanny motion...) into a young girl, couldn't have been any older than 16 or 15, maybe even less. "Is this what this punk considers ass-kicking? Some girl?" he muttered, hands in the pockets of his jacket and his smile fading to a rather annoyed semi-frown. "Hard Vodka! A little too caffeinated to be even the slightest bit moral?" he called out, slowly marching on bare feet towards the scene. "Because if you want to see how a man kicks ass, we should talk."
I'm pretty sure the concept of Law having limits was a translation error. -Wanderlustwarrior
"I see! And the name's Sunset Nagasaki! Loafers, deactiv—AAAA!!" the Elf decided to drop himself without slowing his descent, and fell to the ground significantly more clumsily than he wanted to. Still on the ground, he said, "And if you're looking for a fight, I'd rather not; I was going to go out and clear Track 26 of the enormous monster."
He stood up and looked over to the girl. "Knowing this station, you're no doubt badass too, little girl! Wanna come along on an adventure?"
Thom Raiwhat?
Felix blinked as the enormous buzzard appeared, the wings once again sprouting from his back as he prepared to attack. The others got in first, and smaller birds began to heal the wounds they had created. Finally, Angel Six had the sense to ask that someone take down the smaller birds so that the rest could attack the main creature. Felix grinned.
He was fairly sure that the request implied that Angel Six would like it very much if the smaller birds were taken down... That, in fact, he might be wishing for that to happen. And that meant...
"Your wish is my command," murmured Felix. Instantly, a number of golf-ball-sized blue spheres shot off towards the smaller vultures, homing in on them with deadly speed and accuracy. If or when they hit, the vultures would find themselves utterly disintegrated.
Not going to autohit the vultures, because instantly disintegrating them seems a little god-modey. I'll leave the result to the GM's discretion.
Anyway here's Blackwall
Kyrio looked over at the group fighting the big buzzard and he motioned with his hand, deciding that he might as well help out here. After all, a buzzard that big might cause some harm to people who might well be more innocent than the common types out here. That, and he always wanted to try using his earth control on sand for a specific method of attack.
There were definitely a lot of the smaller bird stock around here, though. He manipulated the desert sand itself, turning it into flowing blades of iron sand, the blade constantly flowing and acting like a chainsaw. He motioned, and a lot of the blades struck at the vultures, including the big one.
It seemed that the others were busy taking care of the big vulture's little buddies. Now, it was time to strike. He ran in a flash up to the vulture, but several steps away from it, leaped to the side of it, then leaped again into the air, aiming for the vulture's back. Letting out a mighty yell, (or as mighty as you can get for one seemingly so young,) he landed on top of the giant vulture, and stabbed his blade deep into it's backside. The giant vulture let out a death-curdling cry; all Ashi could do was smile...
edited 25th Sep '11 7:35:00 PM by kkhohoho
Who's Vergo-san.
"What a pretty name for a girl," Rivers commented, standing close to where Sunset had suddenly dropped. The elf's interest was suddenly over to the girl he had stumbled into so harshly, which was a bit of a bother to the assassin.
Of course, what the odd guy had to say did interest him. "What? Something on Track 26? Probably just one of those scorpions. They're not fun to beat around, they're just searching for food and shelter, after all."
His attention was caught by a nearby clock, which was a soft reminder of why he was at this train station to begin with. He approached Sunset and put a firm hand on his shoulder, the presence of his fingers alone carrying the same feeling as a loaded gun or sharpened blade up to one's throat. "If I could afford to go that far, I would, but you have fun fighting animals without me. Next time I see you strutting yourself like a peacock, I'll pluck your feathers." That smile had returned, as if all was well in the world. He quickly patted Sunset's shoulder as a good-bye and made his way down the lane of shops and businesses. He was growing impatient, waiting for this job to come in.
edited 25th Sep '11 7:45:29 PM by HeavyDDR
I'm pretty sure the concept of Law having limits was a translation error. -Wanderlustwarrior
Be Legendary
Half the tiny birds were taken down by the blue spheres. They poofed into clouds of nothing. More flew down to replace, but they were slight in number. Cawing loudly, Big Buzzard caused more gusts, sand blinding everyone for a few minutes, and extinquishing the hellfire.
However, it was this sand that Kyrio made into blades, slicing through the vulture. The pain didn't end as it got cut by Ashi, and staggered back, cawing orders as it neared death. Without remorse or care, the vultures from before returned, normal ones, and picked up the corpses, dropping them into Big Buzzard's open mouth like a mother feeding it's baby. Trembling like something was very wrong, it continued to cry in pain, huge chunks of it's body falling to the ground, revealing stronger skin beneath; a mutated type of molting.
When the ground was littered with flesh, it stood there with a body half the size of it's previous form. It's claws had lengthened, becoming more like swords than talons. It's wings had split, making four. Twice as fast, but with less endurance, it zig-zagged through the group, slamming into anyone it could, but making a line for Ashi.
Angel Six was pushed back, and the talons moved wildly, creating a huge gash that went right through the angel's arm. Blood poured onto the floor, and he retreated. "Bloody Hell" he swore, having a first aid kit but nothing that could deal with that.
Inspirational quote against powerful image of nature.
"W—did you just threaten me?!" said Sunset. He pivoted around and watched the guy walk away. "I can kill him and look good! Loafers, back on!!"
Suddenly Sunset Nagasaki didn't seem as stupid. His loafers activated and he drew his pistols as he ran towards the clothing shop. He sighted down his dual revolvers as the loafers took their effect, letting Nagasaki run up the side of the storefront. He took a deep breath, time slowed... he leaped across the street from a first-floor level, firing at the assassin in midair. It was a classic Sideways Dive Shot maneuver; what it lacked in innovation it made up for in usefulness.
Who's Vergo-san.
Rivers stopped in his tracks as he heard Sunset ready an attack. Having to speak to turn on his machines was a real giveaway, as the assassin dully noted. He put a hand up to his hat and tucked it a little tighter, the brim shadowing his eyes while a happy smirk came across his face. "What a funny guy," he whispered, tilting his head so only his right eye could see the attacker.
"God didn't give you those toys to play with. Whose side do you think he's going to be on?"
With the least amount of movement possible, Chick Rivers casually moved his body to the side, the bullets zooming right past him. With his motion, so lax and carefree, it seemed more like a coincidence that he dodged the shots. After the dodge, that content smirk became a little bit wider, baring just a glimpse of teeth.
"Let me show you God's favor, Hard Vodka!" Rivers shouted, rushing towards the elf with a sudden burst of speed and a leap. "Your machines make you a really open target!" It was a punch from his right arm - not just a plain fist, but his fingers stretched out like the fangs of an animal. Each one of those fingers would hit with the same force as a fist all of their own, the kind of fists Rivers would throw. This shotgun-like form was almost always a guarantee for even a minimal hit, which was all Rivers needed to keep fights interesting.
I'm pretty sure the concept of Law having limits was a translation error. -Wanderlustwarrior
"You forget who you are fighting!" yelled Sunset, backflipping away from and firing yet more bullets at Chick Rivers. "I'm a half-elf with antigravity, I can outmaneuver you all day! You really think you can stop m—AAA!" he realized that he had only fired about five shots before running out of ammo; Sunset turned his gravity back to normal and landed, skidding to a halt. "W—wait, hangon, hangon... god dammit..."
Sunset proceeded to holster one of his guns, take out a can of revolver rounds, pour six into his hand, emptied the revolver, put bullets in, and so on, backing away from the threat that was presumably still there.
Who's Vergo-san.
He definitely was a little more jumpy than he expected, Rivers had to admit that, but his odd quirks were surely going to be the death of him. More bullets were fired at the martial artist, forced to skip back and eventually slide away to avoid. This distance was something Rivers had to avoid, but guns had a huge weakness.
And it just came into play.
"Hold on?" the assassin commented, already in a full sprint towards his foe. "If you don't quit joking soon, you realize you will die, right?" His next attack would be a swinging of both hands - 10 fists! - to strike from both the left and right. But, he went in strategically, positioning his body so that if the elf tried to jump around the attack, he'd meet with a powerful, front-flip axe kick.
I'm pretty sure the concept of Law having limits was a translation error. -Wanderlustwarrior
"Why do you even want to kill me?!" As his assassin—for whatever reason—dashed up to Sunset, he did not reload the other revolver. Instead, he ran towards the man and once again activated the loafers—this time, however, he cranked up their power so that they wouldn't just launch him up, but actually allow Sunset to skid across the ground, providing limited levitation not unlike what sent him spiralling into the air after tripping over the girl. He sprinted towards the man, laid down, and slid across the sand underneath the man's feet. As soon as he was clear of any crotch, he levered himself up again, then frontflipped into the air and opened fire, upside down, in midair, moving backwards. Granted, because he wasn't also slowing himself down he wasn't going to hit anything, but still, it was freaking awesome.
...As Ashi jumped off and away from the vulture after pulling out his katana, the Vulture began doing something rather... odd. And Ashi had landed in time to see end of that action. Gobbling up the last of the vultures, it cryed out in agony... only to molt and mutate into it a newer, sleeker, and perhaps deadlier form. It then ran off in a mad dash, zigzagging across the field, and ramming into whoever was in it's way, but one thing was for sure; even in it's sheer rage, — or perhaps, because of it, — it was coming for him.
Thankfully, Ashi was ready. It was only a matter of second before the vulture finally came towards him, but he knew what to do. He held up his blade, stood his ground, and focused his gaze upon the vulture. And when it finally came close enough, his sharp, curved, monstrous claws less less an inch within range... Ashi strafed to the side, and in the next split second, with the vulture and Ashi now adjacent to each other... — Ashi swiped the Vulture's right claws clean off.
edited 26th Sep '11 7:17:12 PM by kkhohoho
Who's Vergo-san.
Quite an unexpected move, and Rivers wanted to applaud it. Not only did he dodge his frontal attack, but he maneuvered past his axe kick. Clever, he thought, for some cartoon character.
"You're the one shooting at me, remember?" he commented, smiling so bright it practically glimmered. "I'm not gonna run away, but that may be the best thing for you, Vodka." His enemy was pulling off quite an interesting move - some kind of flip-and-fire thing. Too theatrical for The Enlightened, and it showed as he barely had to even move an inch to dodge the bullets.
Rivers continued the fight, relentless. He sprinted ahead a bit, then jumped into the air with a high hop. Legs were tucked in, ready to fire downwards on the character floating through the air. "How long do you intend on running? You can't do this all day."
I'm pretty sure the concept of Law having limits was a translation error. -Wanderlustwarrior
The Maid
Auch...
Little Feather had now to add a bloody nose to her list of woes. The someone that had stumbled into her had made the young girl fall right on her face towards the ground. Little Feather brought both of her hands to her hurting nose to try to alleviate the pain and wipe off the blood flowing from it.
...
However her stomach decided that it would not let himself be silenced just cause a new pain arrived in town. Growling even louder than before it demanded to be fed right away.
The girl briefly heard the mention of some giant monsters...
If I kill them I can eat them... She briefly thought before she took a couple of unsteady steps in a random direction... hoping to find the fight that would provide her diner.
If I'm sure of something it's that I'm not sure of anything.
Be Legendary
The vulture's claws fell to the ground, and then regrew back almost instantly. Lizards, sharks, it had eaten many things with many mutations. A masterpiece of nature. Once they had grown back, it got up and close, pecking violently with it's beak and bringing up one talon to slash, aiming for the limbs.
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The bullets had smashed several windows, and people screamed, running away from the battle. Up in his office, Perdition saw on the security camera what happened, and frowned. "Mercenary: Chick Rivers. Miscellaneous: Sunset Nagasaki. Cease and desist your fighting. A reminder, violence may only take place within the designated arena platforms. Have a fight any day of the week, and always have an opponent! Become better, stronger and faster" read the announcer, but Perdition shut off the advertisement. Seriously, this was not the time and palce.
"Sorry sir" exclaimed his secretary regretfully, and continued. "Security has been called. Please, do not panic. Cease and desist fighting" repeated the announcer.
Perdition sighed. Not exactly what his parent's imagined was it.
Inspirational quote against powerful image of nature.
Sunset once again backflipped out of the way of Rivers' attack, then dropped to the ground as the security announcement played. He calmly held his hand up, while with his right he reloaded his revolver. "Okay, okay, let's just chill, go fight the monster, okay?"
"Trust me, you do enough of that yourself, I'll take no credit." Calling back to the woman whom Lucky couldn't see but could smell, and how utterly intoxicating the smell was, he replied, "Take it up with Mr. True Aim here, I never claimed to be a crackshot." The threat having been just taken care of as he said all this, Lucky holstered his gun and walked away, going to tend his wounds.
"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill