The Good The Bad And The Spandex IV: A New Hope RP Thread

Main Street, Easton, 3 PM.

It was a quixotically normal day in Easton - there had been no threats unleashed on the city as of yet, and there hadn't been gigantic superhero v. supervillain brawls...it was almost quiet. However, looking out on to the street, it was clear that the city especially was affected by the drastic shift in the status quo;

Years ago, the supernatural and the superhuman became public knowledge. And ever since, nothing had really been the same as prior - even when things seemed at their quietest. Even just going down the main road, there were shops such as "Spells For You - The Premier Magic Shoppe for the Discerning", and "Super Surplus".

The flea market down a byroad was a place where a large number of stalls were set up - in and among them a number of shady customers hawked such things as "dust of Dragon Horn" to cure senility, and various potions and tonics hawked to those who wanted to browse. People moved about and didn't even bat an eye at the likes of, say, the four armed young man offering to sell "Magicalized Fireworks" for the upcoming festival.

The bounds of normal and weird had, shall we say, been redefined a bit.

But even so, the quiet could only last for so long.

In a 7-11 Store run by an old Satyr, six rather rough and tumble looking young men went in to the shop, knocking over the displays of chips, snacks, and other items in their way. All of them were wearing black polo shirts with yellow stripes, black jeans, and half their number had odd purple and yellow lined gauntlets and other devices on hand.

The Satyr, recognizing them and what their appearance at this hour meant, froze up mid greeting, and shrank back. The slicked haired leader of the bunch, wearing sunglasses, casually stated, "Alright, abhuman, you know the drill."

The old satyr tried reasoning with them, "B-But I already paid you this month..."

"Well, we felt you needed to pay twice, you gross old goat." Resting his hand on a rather ornate decoration on the satyr's checkout desk, his gauntlet activated and slowly melted the decoration more or less out of spite. They didn't really care if anyone else was inside of the store - they just assumed nobody would dare try and stop them.

They didn't know Easton all that well.

Mission: Stop The Racketeering!

Ryan

And that was another bust.

Jeri was not talking to him due to their...awkward fight last week about how Ryan was, and like her family, when she didn't want to be found, she wasn't found. Jeri wasn't in practice, but she was brought up by her family as a ninja. Damn, just thinking that still sounded fucking out there.

And now another Tinder date fell through due to Ryan being very publicly disgraced. Nobody wanted to date the human bomb. Nobody wanted to hire the human bomb. Well, Isaac said that he was starting to make headway, but Ryan didn't put too much stock in that. Seemed too good to be true. After years of getting jerked around, Ryan wasn't quick to believe things could get better too easily.

Well, he thought as he walked toward the local 7-11, at least when its chilly out like this, At least these powers mean I don't gotta worry about the cold.

However, as he got closer to the 7-11, he started to see it looked like something was going on. He pressed himself up against the wall to the building and inched closer, trying to hear what might be going on...

"...we felt you needed to pay twice, you gross old goat."

Edited by NickTheSwing on Feb 25th 2020 at 7:44:56 AM

Unfortunately for Ryan, he wouldn't get much of a opportunity to intervene as heavy Metal Footsteps could be heard. Was it Tuesday already?

Marching down the streets was a army of robots in black and green paint jobs, all with singular glowing eyes, and in a flying hoverpod was... him.

"PEOPLE OF EASTON! REJOICE! FOR I, DR. ZERO HAVE COME TO MAKE MY ANNOUNCEMENT! TODAY I BEGIN MY CONQUEST OF THE PLANET, WITH THIS HUMBLE CITY TO START! DO NOT FEAR FOR IF YOU SURRENDER NOW, IT WILL BE QUICK AND PAINLESS!"

Dr. Zero was at it again, how come this guy never stayed in jail?

Main Street, Easton - Mikael

Had the obvious goons had any kind of situational awareness, they might have noticed that they weren't alone in the store. Not that it helped, as they were apparently stupid enough to try shaking down a convenience store in the city full of fucking superheroes, but still.

Mikael merely sighed from behind a shelf, before casually strolling towards the goons. As he did, he rapidly shed his human form. By the time any of the six turned, they'd see an eight-foot-tall crimson demon looking down at them, slightly annoyed.

There was a loud metallic 'click' as Mikael hefted a massive hunting rifle in one hand, pointing it at the sunglasses-wearing goon, the obvious leader.

"I'm going to be nice and give you five seconds to surrender." He said, his voice deep and clearly irate. "So get on your knees with your hands behind your backs. Now."

Edited by kagescorpionakki on Feb 3rd 2022 at 10:28:29 AM

Next to Main Street, 3:00 PM - Charlie

"970...980...990...1000"Charlie finished counted the cash he managed to get from the idiots of the freaky supernatural flea market that couldn't feel his super fast hands pulling out their wallets from their pockets, at that moment he was hiding next to a garbage container in the middle of an alleyway on the side of the market, next to him you could see a bunch of discarded wallets.

Charlie thought to himself that whoever was wasting his money on the useless garbage they sold on that stupid place doesn't need and doesn't deserve that money anyway on the other hand he would actually use it for vital things like shelter and food so obviously he deserved it more to tried to justified to himself his actions.

Just when he was about to leave he heard big noises coming from the flea market and then saw and heard the whole world conquering wanna-be mad scientist and his robot army, "Dammit, why do assholes like that have to show everyday" Charlie thought to himself, For a moment he tried to leave to avoid conflict but then realized that there were a lot of expensive stuff in that market and that maybe he could take advantage of the commotion to take one or two things that could give him a good profit, so he decided to sneak in back into the flea market to see what he could grab from the chaos that's happening right now.

Edited by Kiobi20 on Feb 26th 2020 at 2:41:47 PM

Main Street – Blüdlass

So the special edition chips are... 2.44... and the regular chips are 1.67... then the offer makes it... uhhh... oh, wait a second...

Click.

As if Mikael's colossal hunting rifle wasn't warning enough, the supposedly head goon was also met with the barrel of a considerably smaller gun; a seemingly outmoded revolver at that. Compared to the grossly oversized weapon of the hunter, the relatively miniscule handgun seemed like more of an insult.

Shortly afterwards, the head of a brown-haired young woman followed the extended weapon, and she peered out from the aisle she had been in and glanced between those gathered in front of the counter.

“Hey. Ditto to that guy. Drop your...” she squinted, “whatever those are, and uh...”

“Look, there's more interesting s*** going on, so just... hurry up?” she grunted, ducking back momentarily to kill off a few more brain cells in her attempts to do basic mathematics before poking her head back out again. The gun never wavered in its position. “'Cause either this goes quietly or really f$&%ing mental. And I ain't afraid of either.”

It was rather difficult to see her fully due to the angle, but judging by the outstretched arm and what little could be seen below her head she appeared to be clad in some sort of high-collared black coat. Which didn't exactly scream subtlety, but she evidently thought it was acceptable enough to buy groceries in.

Mikael might've noticed an odd presence about her. A strange red flicker in the eyes, like a reflection through a camera lens. A familiar sense of one of his fellows, yet somehow different at the same time. More concentrated, more foreign. And heavily suppressed.

But to those not inclined towards that kind of sensing ability, she just seemed extremely odd.

Edited by Enirboreh on Feb 26th 2020 at 2:05:42 PM

Ferro Cinnabar

Shing!

Now a sword-cane was brought to bear against the poor sap who already had a bigass hunting rifle and a revolver pointed at him. The fellow holding it seemed to be old, frail, and even blind—his eyes were bandaged—but his stance seemed to indicate that he could still do some damage with his sword-cane.

"Youngsters these days—" he muttered. "—have absolutely no respect for their elders. I would have started flinging Greek fire, but that would have destroyed the shop. Someone with the eyes to operate a phone, please call the police so that they may come and sweep these scoundrels out of this honored establishment."

Ferro seemed to emanate an aura of being absolutely ancient. He was indeed an old coot, but he seemed to be the head honcho of cool old coots. And he was currently doing his part in holding up a robber with a rather sharp stick. That, surely, had to count for something.

Edited by JumpingFruit on Feb 26th 2020 at 4:39:22 AM

Valerie Vale - Flea Market

Easton's own flea market was, in Valerie's opinion, a pretty good place to spend an afternoon. For all the vendors selling overpriced garbage, there were always on or two selling things you couldn't get anywhere else in the world.

Or just fair deals on good quality retro merch. As Valerie pocketed her newly acquired Tamagotchi (pocketed in this case meaning given to a corn snake wrapped around her upper arm to hold on to), heavy metallic noises resounded from the neighboring Main Street. Certainly never a dull day in this town.

With a sigh, Valerie slithered over to see what was going on. Looked like that mad scientist guy, Dr... uh... something-or-other. Or was he a Professor?

The naga slithered further out into the street to get a better view, the various snakes wrapped around her raising their heads and hissing. Dealing with this kind of thing wasn't exactly her job, and venomous snakes weren't the most useful against robots, but she could at least keep an eye on him until a real hero arrived.

Zero looked about, seems nobody had really acknowledged him, superhero wise... though even the common populace was not paying attention to him.

He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Did these neanderthals not realize when they were being terrorized? He sighed and clapped his hands, one of the robots stepped forward, turned to a nearby building, and launched a rocket into it.

The resulting explosion, screams of terror, and panicked running was much better sounding.

"KNEEL BEFORE ME! THE DAY HAS ARRIVED! I HAVE WON!"

Store

Perhaps surprisingly, with a bunch of superheroes apprehending them, the gangleader remained calm, put his gauntlet covered hand on the table, and outright smirked to Mikael's face. "We'll be out on bail very shortly. Congrats, meta filth. You can't stop humanity from reasserting itself over...degenerates."

That bit was said more toward the old satyr, who visibly winced.

A few of them seemed much more panicky, but they all simply lined up to wait for the authorities to arrest them...who would be rather late due to the activities of Dr. Zero outside.

The store owner looked outside at the chaos ensuing and then back at the heroes, and said, "I'm so sorry I got tangled up with the likes of the Zeal Boys...I just needed the money, and I lost so much to Madoff..."

Flea Market and Main Street

And that got peoples' attention - with rubble falling down, people started to run...

Ryan had tried to just go about his business and hope the damn doc went away. He was not wanted, and the heroes of this city made that damn clear. And what's more, this was a really populated area...

He was not sure if he would even make things better at this point or just result in worse damages. But seeing the people fleeing in a panic, Ryan looked down, cursed to himself, and then started running into action. He couldn't just let someone get hurt.

That wasn't the kinda guy he was.

As he saw a piece of rubble about to crush a young girl who slipped and fell in the midst of the chaos, Ryan rushed in and held it up above himself quite easily. His body sparked and showed trails of energy as he exerted himself. He looked back at the girl, "...Run...like fucking hell."

He threw the piece of rubble at one of the machines.

As the girl ran off, and Ryan finally entered the fray against Dr. Zero and his forces. Dressed in just his street clothes, Ryan cracked his neck once and then arrayed himself against the small robotic army. "If you wanted a superhero, then I'm sad to say you're gonna need to settle with my dysfunctional ass. Gimme all you got, Dr. Egghead."

Yet even as the chaos went on, opportunity was present. Charlie would see a stall abandoned by an odd wizard-looking fellow had a very prominent feature indeed. The mirror was ornate, shined in the light, and appeared to be made of gem inlaid gold and silver. Across the whole ornate mirror, the sapphires, rubies and emeralds shimmered. All 100% genuine. The mirror was easily the single most valuable item just abandoned in the panic by the crowds.

Surely nobody could tell if someone were to filch that mirror...

Edited by NickTheSwing on Mar 2nd 2020 at 1:01:36 AM

The moment he saw that beautiful mirror Charlie's irises literally become dollar signs, he couldn't believe that old fart would leave that precious item all by itself, this was the biggest opportunity he had ever had in his life, if he finds the right buyer that precious thing could put him on easy street forever as long as he doesn't waste the money on worthless things.

He ran towards the abandoned store and carefully put the mirror under his shirt and cover his body with a sheet that was left on the ground so that people won't notice the bulge in his shirt, right after that he tried to sneak away from the flea market with his booty.

Edited by Kiobi20 on Mar 2nd 2020 at 4:03:40 AM

Store & Main Street – Blüdlass

“’Degenerates’. You're one to talk,” Beatrix muttered with a roll of her eyes, but nonetheless dropped her pistol back down to her side and glanced over at Mikael. A short look up and down later and she nodded at the door—noting the continuing chaos from her outside.

“Listen, I ain't gonna ignore all that any longer. Either you come with or you take care of this guys. Don't really care which,” she shrugged, before pointing briefly at the store owner (realising only after her gesture that her gun was still in hand) and looking him pointedly in the eye. “And you. If you've gotten into this shady crap already then you're just plain on the map. Sorry, guy. I get the money thing at least. I can be hired out to protect your junk if you want but that ain't gonna last forever. Either way, sort your s*** out. It ain't worth it for you to get mixed up in all this, trust me.”

After this she looked over at Mikael again, properly studying his rifle now that her vision wasn't obscured by shelves and grinning slightly at him. There was a look of respect on her face, along with obvious recognition now that she could see him more clearly.

“Heh. BFG. I respect that. You're a demon, right? Meet me later once this whole clusterf$&% is done with. Got a feeling about you.”

It took all her willpower to not just summon her motorcycle from outside and drive off dramatically, and instead settled for a flippant salute with her free hand and a casual walk out the door into the fray. Some robot dude, by the looks of it. Tech type. Already being targeted, it seemed.

She lifted her pistol as she continued walking at the same brisk pace as when she had exited the store, taking careful aim and firing at the villain's drones in order to disable them. If this was going to be straightforward she wouldn't needlessly expend energy. As tempting as it might be to just go full hog on them all at once.

Main Street, Easton - Mikael

"If you escape, I'll simply capture you again. And then you won't be out on bail." Mikael said, calmly. Then he smirked. "So I'd suggest you don't cause trouble in the future. You definitely wouldn't survive in prison."

He nodded at the woman with the gun as she headed for the exit. She was also a demon, he knew; demons could feel one another even when disguised. But something was different about her. Strangely, his first instinct was not that something was 'wrong' about her aura... but that something was 'right'.

He'd ponder the significance later. "Be out in a minute, once I deal with these idiots."

Gesturing with his free hand, he called forth the black iron from the furnace of his soul, and with his will wove it into chains. Six chains, one for each thug, wound themselves around the young men, binding them.

Then Mikael went to each of the three with the melting gauntlets, and pulled the devices off of their hands, setting them on the counter.

"Keep an eye on these guys, gramps." Mikael told the old satyr. "The police should be here soon, what with that madman causing commotion outside."

Beatrix would feel the rush of air as Mikael literally flew past her, his wings beating as he raised his rifle and began to fire.

He took fewer shots than she did, but each of his shots was clearly more powerful, tearing through multiple machines in one hit, and curving at unnatural angles to hit more robots when they could. Each shot made a crimson streak in the air as it passed.

At the same time he wove in and out of melee range, sending robots sprawling with casual blows from his free hand. His kicks were even more ferocious, his powerful hooves crumpling metal like it were paper.

"If you need a bigger gun, fraulein, just let me know!" He called to Beatrix, teasingly.

Robots were flying and being torn apart, Zero was unsurprised, this usually happened. Fools that relied too much on brawn to ever supplement brain, how typical.

The robots to their credit were crashing down in waves, eventually they should overrun the would be superheroes eventually... but Zero needed to make sure he had a backup mech ready... just in case.

Store & Main Street – Blüdlass

“Too bulky for me, dude! You compensating or what?” Beatrix called back, the familiar feeling of excitement and exhilaration building up in her chest as she gradually built up speed in both her movement and her shooting. “You go all in like that and it'll be over too quick! Savor it, man!”

A grin was already beginning to break out on her face as she clenched her fist with her right hand and caused the sigils along her arm to glow a searing red, summoning her parked motorcycle with an aggressive roar and driving it at a blazing speed towards her while she was running ahead. Just as it was about to impact her she leapt up and springboarded off of the bike into an elaborate corkscrew—letting it careen towards the robots in front of her while also snatching her other pistol from its holster. A slightly unhinged laugh bubbled out from her throat as she span around in midair and took aim, taking a few extra potshots at Dr. Zero's mechanical army before she even began her downward descent back to Earth.

Eventually gravity took hold, however, and she landed knee-first onto the tarmac—cracking it underneath her as she continued to fire at the robots around her. Her bike (regardless of its success earlier) was called out for yet again with a squeeze of her wrist muscles in the aim of ploughing through in the opposite direction this time—a pattern in her combat she simply found too funny not to do. Plus her bike had a tendency to explode violently without actually exploding violently. She knew it could take the abuse.

But it wasn't like there was much actual lingering thought in her head in the midst of all this. Beatrix was having fun. Pure reflex was her ally here, and she was already having the time of her life just letting her mind go blank and enjoying the sheer carnage.

“I was getting groceries five minutes ago and now I'm shooting Dr. Wily's trashcan rejects, what the f$&% is even going on?” she laughed aloud.

Main Street, Easton - Mikael

"If you want to know whether I'm compensating, we can go out for drinks later!" Mikael fired back, also clearly enjoying the rush of combat. "I'll show you something we can really savor!"

He watched her tear through the robot hordes with gun and motorbike, even as he continued tearing through the hordes himself. The unnecessary acrobatics, the report of her firearms, the laughter at the feeling of metal bodies crumpling beneath her. Mikael found Beatrix's sheer passion to be intoxicating.

"Speaking of doctors, we shouldn't leave the good doctor out of this." Mikael beat his wings as he jumped, sending himself flying in a high arc towards the hoverpod where the robot mastermind was currently seated.

Banishing his rifle as he flew, he instead manifested an enormous battleaxe, wrought of the same black iron as all his weapons.

"If you're supposed to be a genius, you probably have defenses built into that thing." Mikael grinned, raising the axe above his head. "Let's put them to the test!"

He brought the axe down on the pod in an enormous two-handed swing, with all of his superhuman strength behind it.

Edited by kagescorpionakki on Mar 5th 2020 at 3:44:08 PM

Ryan Brady

"Is there..." A powered up fist crushed right through the chassis of an attacking robot, "Any fucking end..." A kick through the head down into the middle of a robot, and then forcing the machine off, "To these goddamned things!?" Ryan asked in his profane manner as he looked around for anyone still in danger, and noted it seemed the action was moving out here.

He looked at the demons fighting here too, and just nodded, and kept on going.

Ryan had fought alongside much stranger allies, and he knew better by now than to judge by appearances. Ryan looked down at his fist, which displayed a crackle of bright blue energy...and he then clenched his fist tight, dismissing it. Way too much fucking risk to do that out here, with so much potential...well, collateral.

As Charlie ran off with the mirror, he would see people still running away in another street. It was still chaotic out here, even away from the direct scene of the fight due to the influx of people.

Charlie would see a family of three, a woman, a girl and a teenage boy, and the fact the woman had on a very appealing, enticing golden necklace. Tacky, but likely genuine. She probably had all sorts of wonderful little things lying around in her wallet...

It would require directly stealing from someone and being noticed, but in this chaos...

Under Charlie's shirt, the mirror imperceptibly thrummed...

Edited by NickTheSwing on Mar 6th 2020 at 10:14:47 AM

When Charlie saw that beautiful necklace he knew that woman had to have valuables worth taking, I mean is not like that collar looks good on her anyway, I would honestly do her a favor by taking that tasteless think away from her neck anyway, he ran behind her and quickly ripped out her collar and ran away before she could turned back and see how he looks, he tought about looking her over for more valuables but decided to not to push his luck because of how many heroes there seemed to be around here right now.

In the chaos, the woman barely got a look at Charlie, but in the process of her necklace getting ripped off and the sheer shock of it, she fell over. And in the chaos going on, that itself could be deadly. She desperately got back up even as she was knocked around and bloodied by the sheer onrush of people, and even then in the process her children were separated from her by the throngs of people.

She started looking for them, and her course took her back toward the flea market area even as her children tried to find her during the course of events;

"Please! Help! Someone, help! I was robbed, and my—-my children...! I can't find them anywhere!" She looked around, at Val, at anyone still around, trying to find someone to help her.

By now the police were arriving and cordoning off the area, trying to make sure the heroes could do their job in their jurisdiction - dealing with the mad scientist and his robots - while they did their job. They arrested the self titled chauvinists in the shop, and the old satyr was visibly relieved when they did. The young thugs had been nothing if not threatening in Mikael's absence even when they were subdued.

Among the people in Easton PD was Officer Chris Parrish. "You know when I gave you your Miranda Rights, I think it was obvious I'd prefer you goons silent. You can grumble about the so called downfall of the west to your cellmate." He said as he pushed one of the reactionaries into the backseat of his patrol car.

Standing about six foot two inches tall, about 190 lbs, his well coiffed bleach blond hair and baby blue eyes marked him as "the fair cop" (to be honest, he HAD done extensive fitness modeling before becoming a cop), and often due to his looks he was someone crooks thought would be innocent enough to fool.

As he got into his car, he looked back at the battle ongoing, and wished he could just...do more.

As Charlie got out of that one seemingly clean, the mirror secure under his clothes, he might notice indeed how vulnerable and easily infiltrated a lot of the homes in the general area around his own hideout were. Why, it might well look like he could probably easily get away with a few home invasions and loot grabs here and there...

Not like the people here were all that interested in security, or able to be so, owing to the cost of the most advanced security measures.

The mirror under his shirt was still cool to the touch...

Edited by NickTheSwing on Mar 7th 2020 at 1:44:25 AM

Thanks to his sensitive ears Charlie was able to hear the sirens coming near and realized that if he tries to come out now he's gonna get discover by the police and that would make things more complicated for him so he decided to use one of the abandoned houses to hide himself until they go away, who knows he may even find some other things worth taking in one of them, he got to the door of the nearest one and open it by lockpicking the door with one of his fingernails which he transformed into a larga claw, after getting in he locked it again and looked it over top to bottom to see if there's anything of value there.

Edited by Kiobi20 on Mar 7th 2020 at 7:08:30 AM

Ferro Cinnabar

Ferro had stumbled out onto the streets after the fracas, grumbling to himself with an obvious scowl on his face. He heard the cries of some children nearby and a mother shouting for her children. His face softened.

He felt his way over to the children and told them to stay still. "Madam!" Ferro shouted. "Madam, please keep talking so I can lead your children to you! I think I've found them!" He waved his cane in the air so the woman could see where he and her children were.

Edited by JumpingFruit on Mar 9th 2020 at 8:54:27 AM

A robot arm shot out from the pod and blocked the attack, Zero looking rather panicked at first, "Oh... right! I made defenses!"

The pod suddenly sprouted legs and another fist, it threw a rocket propelled punch right at Mikael, "And unlike previous pods! Human error is impossible as it's aaaaaaaaaall automatic!"

Ryan

"Defend against this!!"

Ryan managed to fight his way through a crowd of robots, a couple even seeming to cling to his body as he fought his way through the horde. He pointed a hand up at the central figure in this incursion, and a bright blue and green series of sparks began to erupt from his hand.

Ryan winced, it always hurt igniting like this after so long keeping his energy levels down.

And then he fired off a tremendous blast of blue light up at the doctor, a fierce expression on his face. He knew he'd need to stick around after, make sure he didn't poison his surroundings. But they needed to put an end to this invasion sooner rather than later.

Why keep smashing the small fry when the big man was right there?

Shortly the woman was reunited with her children thanks to Ferro, and she turned to look at him and relayed the circumstances that led to this; "I'm so relieved...I didn't know what happened. I-I was robbed by some young man in the chaos. He stole my family's old heirloom necklace."

Edited by NickTheSwing on Mar 18th 2020 at 1:40:34 AM

Main Street, Easton - Mikael

The axe cut partway into the robot arm before grinding to a halt.

"Impressive." Mikael grinned. "But not enough."

His battleaxe seemed to melt and reform, freeing it from one arm even as the other hand came flying at him.

Mikael swung the axe like a baseball bat, deflecting the rocket punch away, and spun around, preparing for another swing, when he saw the flash of light coming towards the pod.

Taking wing, he jumped away from the pod to avoid the blast.

"Watch your fire!" He shouted at Ryan. "Whose side are you on, asshole?!"

Grumbling to himself, Mikael shifted his battleaxe into a spear, charged it with energy so it would explode on contact, and threw it forcefully at the robot pod.

Main Street – Blüdlass

“Ahh, what the heck– I ain't lettin' this slide,” Beatrix muttered to herself, pausing in her systematic robot murder in order to focus instead on the good Doctor himself. “Y'all done getting in each other's way over there? Motorcycle coming through!”

She didn't even move as her beloved bike sailed over her head by her command; the tail of her longcoat blustering from the force as it rocketed past her and hurtled its way towards Zero's pod so as to further add to his misery—its black paintwork laced with burning red sigils of a clearly demonic nature. Sensing the battle was approaching its end, Beatrix merely waited with her pistols held cautiously high—just in case he managed to crawl out of there after the dust settled.

Besides, she couldn't let it go on too long. She had a new demon pal to catch up with.

Edited by Enirboreh on Mar 17th 2020 at 10:12:33 AM

Ryan immediately simmered down, he'd been so focused in on blasting that damn doctor behind all of this that he'd not even seen that demon up there trying to get at him too. Any hint of the energy he deployed just then went away as just one of the robots surrounding him landed a hit Ryan had easily tanked earlier...which now laid him out and struck him right through a nearby abandoned vehicle.

God...fucking...dammit, I didn't watch out, and got caught up in spur of the moment trying to blast the fucker.

This always happens with me. I feel like I can do this. I can do something. And then I blow it up, and hurt or almost hurt somebody.

He looked out and saw one of the robots closing in on him, but in a mere moment he flared up just enough to catch a robotic fist, crush it, and then punch right through the machine's head.

But I'm not gonna let myself die to some would be tinpot's wind-up toys.