Team 2

Ami's stomach turned when the smell of a decaying body hit her, and she nearly collapsed from the combination of it and her exhaustion. And then she felt the cold metal blade at her neck, in just the right place to slit her jugular. She couldn't decide whether to shudder or vomit when whatever was lurking behind her spoke. Either way, she couldn't think of a way to escape from him, but that might have been a side effect of being so focused on not passing out from the stench and accidentally dropping her transformation.

Team 4

"Well, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" Having finally slain the beast, Guy took a breath of relief. Sheathing his sword, he looked around at his fated companions. "Well well, aren't we an odd bunch. I don't suppose one of you can catch me up on the situation? I'm Guy Cecil, from Auldrant, though I don't suppose any of you would have heard of it."

Team 3

In combination with Doomguy, Sypha was using her lightning magic to blast the demon in the chest again and replied to Doomguy's question, "I have no idea."

Team 4

Henno lowered his assault rifle after he saw his shots took out the creature. He adjusted his shemagh before he told the others his name.

"Staff Sergeant Henno Garvie, Special Air Service. It seems that I'm the only one who fights normally around here."

Team 4

"The name's Dante." the demon hunter said while he walked on over to the bald guy. "Your swordsmanships not bad." then he looked at Guy, remembering how he went int of the fray to slice and dice that metal monster to bits. "Could help to add a little finesse but who am I to judge?"

edited 16th Apr '14 6:18:12 PM by RagnatheSaviour

"Hm...these devices are rather familiar to what a scientist in my home City tried to create once,allowing contact from far away...rather familiar to this walkie talkie..."

Before Viktor could go on,he,along with the others,heard a voice and sawt two light from the tunnel.

The Machine Herald readied his hextech staff and his mechanical arm glowed red,ready to attack whoever this is if he is hostile.

Team 5

Lucina clinged to the group as much as she could, not even a full meter behind the last to follow into the corridor. The torches definitely creeped her and, to boot, she was in the back line. While most would think being in the back line is secure, she knew from experience that it was not quite true - Lucina has seen her fair share of armies being flanked and ambushed from behind, which, for her, is worse than being in the front lines where she is able to see her enemy.

Her right hand held Falchion's handle as before, ready to draw it and strike at a moment's notice.

Said moment couldn't have arrived at a more unfortunate time.

Lucina felt a cold hand touch her shoulder. Immediately after, her eyes were wide open. "Ah!". She was quick to react, giving a kick to where the ambusher's groin is supposed to be, before running toward the rest of the team in order to distance herself from it.

Team 1

Nightcrawler chuckled, raising his hand to explain to Sheik that Germany was not a kingdom when a voice replied for him. He immediately adopted a fighting stance, still holding the walkie-talkie with his tail. "If I were you, I would identify myself immediately."

Team 1

Link likewise marveled at the revealed technology, though she kept her mouth shut letting Sheik do the actual talking and questions about it... until the moment when a voice spoke at them.

At that moment, she instantly moved before her entire group, unsheathing her blade and holding her shield before them all.

Crona would, as he proceeded, get more and more creeped out. This place was immensely unnerving.

Lucina shouting all of a sudden didn't help.

Jumping nearly a foot in the air in fright, he yelped, and turned around rapidly, having Ragnarok switch to sword form.

Team 4

"Nice to meet you two. And I'm always open to tips on my swordwork if you have suggestions." Guy looked over to diminutive hatted person. "Looks like this fellow here's a bit shy, though his artes were pretty impressive. Anyhow, we better move on. What exactly are we doing here? I could use some catching up."

Artes are basically skills and magic in Guy's universe. That's the only lingo he'd know so I put that there.

Team 2

"I'm sixteen." Ranma said back, shrugging. It wasn't the first time she was underestimated by her opponents due to her age. Even after whupping a couple of their cronie's butts, the New Ghoul (to differentiate from the shriveled monkey on a cane known as Old Ghoul) was looking down on her. To be honest, it kind of irked her a bit, but it was also something she could use to her advantage.

And so, she held back her retort and played along for now, fishing for information by complying at the moment. "I ain't got nothing else on me." She said. "And if you try to cop a feel while searching me, I'll break an arm shotguns or not. Gotta have a bit of standards after all."

She said half jokingly, trying to lure them into a trap. The way she saw it, they'd be more hesitant to shoot if she could position them to her standards by luring one in front of her. After all, she was tiny and unarmed. How much of a threat could she really be? "Also, who's after us? I at least wanna know who's interested in offing us considering we just showed up."

Team 4

Veigar caught his breath for a few moments as the battle was won, feeling his mana coming back. He was still frustrated that he had missed with his Primordial Burst. "So, you people aren't completely worthless. Now what do we do?"

edited 20th Apr '14 5:18:42 AM by stephanreiken

Team 1

   "Why the hostility? We've only just met, Ipsum's Chosen."    There was a loud snap of fingers upon which the whole corridor lighted up in an instant, revealing the figure in question: a horribly mangled man that shouldn't be alive under any circumstances with a heavy gas mask obscuring his face, right hand replaced by a bloodied hook. Under a layer of lead there was no emotion, no mockery, merely a cold albeit polite tone. The man was by himself, slowly folding his arms on his chest.    "Ezekiel Goldbaum, ranked Hauptsturmfuhrer. My pleasure."   

"Point taken, kid." The ghoul merc chuckled. "You're one of those martial artists' types, you and your pal, eh?" Just a moment later, doors of two rooms just behind the two opened, revealing two more suited thugs carrying what seemed to be a handful of syringes to throw. "Would be hard to disarm you if you can kill any of us with your middle finger, so that's what we're gonna do: we're backing up, you go after us, slowly. You move too fast, boys in front will shred you. You lollygag, you get a dart in the neck."

"Alastor's the biggest cheese down there." Murphy explained. "For him, if you prance around as one of Ipsum's cronies, you're to be shot with extreme prejudice, that's all. From what I know, the stakes in this game are too much through the roof to risk failure."

"I'm glad you're not resisting. Explaining things would be much more difficult. Off we go." With that, the suspicious-smelling gentleman began slowly pulling Sailor Mercury with him in the opposite direction of where Ranma & Joseph were, without making any sound. Turns out, there was a staircase there, likely an extra exit in case of emergencies. Surprisingly, the man let go off his captive although he was still blocking the entrance up. "Let's make haste, shall we?" The stench of the dead surely contrasted with the man's relatively affable tone.

Limiting monster's movement seemed like a good idea. Doomguy's rocket aimed at Epicurus' leg blew up tons of meaty chunks off its limb and, probably more importantly, had managed to throw the demon off balance, shaking it. The follow-up shot from plasma rifle and Sypha's lightning succeedeed in toppling the beast over, tearing away even more of its flesh. Epicurus fell down with a loud thud, shaking the very foundations of the hall the team was in by this mere act.

On a nearby rooftop, Chaos seemed to be frowning, but his attention was diverted by a... phone call? Yes, it definitely seemed like a cellphone ringing, Highway to Hell blaring in the distance. Supposed top enforcer picked up the phone, but the distance combined with the racket Epicurus kept making made it impossible to fish out even a single word.

As the team kept cherishing their victory, yet another 18-wheeler made its way towards them. This one seemed to be an ordinary truck however: painted all over in an American flag it let its horn speak, a blaring sound audible all over the place. The truck graually slowed before stopping. Out of it came a tall, muscular man in a checkered shirt and torn jeans, looking at both the party and the slain demon with clear disbelief. "Holy balls, the hell happened here? You guys angels or what?" He spoke with a thick Boston accent, scratching his head.

What Lucina hit was... air. Behind her was nothing apart from darkness of the corridor, no longer adorned with spooky torches behind them.

"What's wrong, little ones?" One of the eyes opened with a disgusting squelch from which grew a long tongue. "Don't tell me you're scared already?" A long, mocking chuckle after which the corrdor in front of them lighted up, revealing... faces. Lots and lots of tormented faces embedded into walls, ceiling and the floor. "That wouldn't be even fifth of the record."

Team 3

Lucas was only watching as his partners were fighting against the disgusting monster, he wasn't sure of how to help or if his attacks would be of any help. But then he remembered Chaos, that monster... It didn't seem like it had much control over itself, more like it was just some wild creature acting on instinct, or maybe it was being controlled by him? That gave him an idea.

He started making his way towards Chaos, at the same time he fired a weak PK Thunder at Epicurus so as to draw his attention and lead him away from the others. He was pretty much acting as bait at the same time that he wanted to get Chaos out of the picture, if they defeated the monster, then maybe he would be able to run away, so it would be better to take both down before they could cause even more problems. Putting all fear and hesitation aside, Lucas wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

Team 2

Ami looked back at Ranma and Joseph before following the undead man's lead, nervous about leaving them alone. She didn't think they would be separated, but she had no other options. The only thing Mercury could do was try to get more information. She took shallow breaths around him as she walked.

"If I'm allowed to ask, where are you taking me?" she said quietly.

Ami

"Somewhere safe." Was the reply of the undead mercenary. "Can't tell you right now however. Once we get to the van I and the girls will answer any questions you might have." From what Sailor Mercury could tell, they were nearing the ground floor. "Name's Albrecht, by the way."

edited 20th Apr '14 10:15:20 AM by FergardStratoavis

What Will Team 1 Do?

Sheik remained where she was, even when the lights burst forth. She softened slightly now that her position was compromised, but she refused to show her agitation.

"Your reputation proceeds you, Goldbaum." she complimented the walking corpse, trying to hold back her disgust. This freak looked more revolting than a Redead, and if the guards earlier had any credit to them it would not be passed easily.

"I assume your personal welcome means our presence is known?" Sheik said this as much for the others as for herself. If the enemy knew they were coming, perhaps Sherman's intel was faulty. Or he was a traitor.

Team 3

Finally getting somewhere with blasting the demons with rockets. I couldn't help but smile as I watched demon topple after focus firing on its lower body. Its body crashing to the ground shook the walls around us, probably weakening the already destroyed roof above us, but it was down and we finally had a chance to tear it apart while it was down.

"Get it! Get it while it's down. Rip it apart!" I shouted, pointing on hand at the grounded Epicurus while the other pulled the chainsaw from my belt. With a single pull of the cord the lumber destroying tool roared to life and I yelled along with it as I charged towards the prone beast. My need to destroy the demon and the anger and frustration of what I had been through today drove me forward a force to be reckoned with. I saw the kid send a bolt of lightning at the body and then peeled off to somewhere else, but I was focused on the demon.

Getting closer to the demon did nothing to endear me to it. Its pulsating body was just as revolting up close as far away, the craters I put in the body further marring the body, and the smell was repugnant. Like rotten meat and burned flesh. It was repulsing to behold, but I was not deterred. I grabbed onto the body and hoisted myself atop it, my boots sinking slight into its flesh, and jumped to the hellspawn's head. I raised the chainsaw, held the trigger down as the spinning chain flashed and I drove it into the neck.

Team 2

Somewhere safe? Why would someone who wanted her group dead care if she was safe at all? The situation suddenly became less straightforward to Ami. She thought she was going to end up asthe enemy's hostage, but maybe she wasn't.

"...You don't seem to be the villainous type, Mr. Albrecht," Mercury said after hesitating. The man has stopped threatening her with the knife as soon as they were out of sight of the other attackers, which would make no sense if he thought she was dangerous to him.

Ami

"I like to fancy myself a merc with morals." Albrecht chuckled, pushing the door open. They were now at hotel's backside in a darkened alleyway, some distance away from main streets. A little to the left stood a beaten-up chevy beauville◊ adorned with a picture of a monkey wrench and words "Albrecht Kaiser - repairs for dummies".

Next to van stood four people: two suited gentlemen similar to those that attacked the team earlier and two young women, likely somewhere around Ami's age: one white-haired with a long braid, cyan eyes and crimson red suit, looking rather outdated for today's standards and one with an even longer thick dark blue ponytail, dressed all in green with dark skin and hazelnut eyes, sporting a cowboy hat.

"We've got one. Time to fill in a report, girls." Albrecht announced, still behind Ami. Just a second later, two well-placed backhands got delivered by both women right at suitmen's shades, knocking them out of commission. "Get in, Miss."

Team 2

Sailor Mercury tensed up when they approached the old van, realizing that she was now outnumbered 5 to 1. If her hunch about Albrecht's alliegence was wrong, she needed a way to escape. The open air did allow her to breathe better, meaning that she could fully focus on some kind of plan. Once they tried to put her in the car, she might be able to freeze the inside components and stop it from running entirely, buying her some time to completely recover her energy and use a more powerful spell.

As she continued to plot out the scenario, the two women by the van seemed to turn on their own partners, knocking them out in an instant. Mercury blinked a few times before realizing what had happened.

"U-uh, right." She walked over the unconscous men on the ground and got into the back seat of the car. "...What exactly is going on here?"

Team 5

A few centuries ago, the sudden appearance of all the tortured faces adorning the walls would have terrified Connor, but few things scared him after sharing the memories and thoughts of some of the more evil Immortals in the world for a few decades. However, this didn't mean that he wasn't unnerved by the macabre display. Choosing to hide his nervousness, Connor called out to the voice taunting them "I can see why you don't get many visitors around here, you aren't terribly hospitable. Why don't you come out so we can have a little chat?"

Lee managed to keep himself from flinching when the bullet impacted right next to him. He hadn't actually seen the projectile, so he reasoned that it was moving very fast. Fast enough to pierce the girl, and him, quite easily. He quickly checked to see how close he was to the ground.

"Please, remain calm." He said, leaning down slightly so that the postgirl could hear him. "I will not let them hurt you." That said, he leaped from the building, pushing downward off the wall to get more speed and bracing his legs with chakra as he aimed for the sidewalk. A painful fall for an ordinary person, but to a ninja accustomed to jumping from trees it was nothing.

Team 4

"Who are you?" Henno said when he spoke to the truck driver.

For the commando, the driver appearing after the battle had ended spelled certain questions that he wanted to know about. For now, the man was satisfied if he can get his name out in the open.