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Post by wingedwarrior on Jul 30, 2009 0:52:28 GMT -5
Johnny had no longer needed Daemon so he had flown away in search for people he can aid. He was not used to people really, he had been used to being battered and on his own rather than a group that decided to work together. Though it was decided for him to go and assist people, for they needed every help they could get. There was something in him that wanted to change how people saw him, he did not want pity or anything related to that, he wanted to be seen as a good person, someone who can be of use. He wanted to change himself for the better.
As he flew he had spotted figures that seemed to be in a fight. He flew lower to see a bunch of people he knew and some crazy looking general. He nodded, guess this was what he was going to have to assist.
It was not wise to fly down and let the villain see him. There he hovered, locked on target on the general and his blades shot out of place constantly. He sighed, it was not the time for pathetic attacks, yet might be a good tool for underestimation.
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Post by citizenmike on Jul 30, 2009 1:46:59 GMT -5
"Hey, can't blame a guy for trying!", Johnny said as he playfully pushed Veronica.
Veronica smiled at Johnny. "You know, for a moment there, you made me forget I ever died."
Johnny smiled back and replied, "I know."
Veronica nodded as she continued swimming.
They swam long enough to grain ground and began to run towards the mall.
"How far along are we?", Johnny asked.
"I'm not sure.", Veronica replied.
Johnny continued walking until he spotted a set of steps that led up. Johnny hopped up and climbed up. Removing the manhole slightly to the left, Johnny saw the mall in the near distance. Johnny closed the lid and headed back down.
"So?", Veronica asked.
"We're near. I should say were about one more manhole near."
"Good.", Veronica nodded as she began walking.
"We really should map out this place.", Johnny said. "You know, just in case we get stuck here again."
"Yeah...", Veronica shot back as her voice trailed off at the sight of the steps. "There it is!"
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Post by Trace on Jul 30, 2009 4:32:29 GMT -5
Trace got to his feet, grasping his still bleeding arm, the wound was getting smaller but he still hadn't got his full strength back. Trace watched as Phoebe confronted the General, spotting this as the perfect time to escape.
"Now," Trace shouted, "This could be our only chance to escape. Either through the sewers or..." Trace glanced around and spotted another corridor, with a window at the end. "Or we take a chance with that window down there." he shouted, pointing towards it.
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Post by childofthehunt on Jul 30, 2009 5:48:33 GMT -5
The Red General's micro uzi arm stopped firing, smoke coming out of the nozzle. He assessed the situation. He was completely surrounded and out numbered.
A woman in a corsette threw a fireball at him. His mechanical right arm blocked the fireball before it hits him. Then there's a flying boy with wings unleashing blades bound for him. he easily dodged the attack. The Red General fired a small missile to his direction. Mid-air the missile exploded and it's place is a net made of indestructible titanium, electrically charged.
He raised his arm, the mechanical bits turned and shifted until his entire arm turned into an army machine gun.
"They are hardly worth your time, play with me instead,"
"I'll play with all of you." He replied with a grin.
He fired at the residents, and for the person with the wind protection, he fired at the ground he was standing on.
The Red General knew the floor was hollow. The ground where the wind powered person's standing started to crack.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Jul 30, 2009 7:32:42 GMT -5
Daemon cocked an eyebrow, "what the--" he muttered as he flew to higher ground.
The earth reverberated which shook him as he flew and making it hard to maneuver. He managed to do so. He needed to find a way to penetrate his skin. He didn't like this guy at all, first he invades their home and now he is going commando one O' clock.
Maybe if he cast a spell on everyone, a little protection spell, maybe that might do some help....maybe he could be some support. Obviously, he had no idea how to use his powers, especially the unknown ones he could tap through his pendant. A spell seemed strategic.
He summoned all his energy, visions of his allies below, he cast---now, muttering a mix of languages he had learnt. It would take time, he needed to remain hidden and hope that no missiles or planes would distract him. Daemon knew that somehow they'd be able to win this, it was a gut feeling.
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Post by Tig on Jul 30, 2009 7:39:46 GMT -5
"Oh baby, you hurt me so bad, paying attention to those others." Her tail lashed out to wrap around him. "I'm very unhappy you want to play with them to."
Her grip was tight, and she waited to see his reaction, before she acted.
The wounds she'd received from him were nothing, she'd already used her fire to heal them, to cauterize them. "You have no idea what you're dealing with, although, you don't seem to surprised that we are different."
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Post by childofthehunt on Jul 30, 2009 7:51:36 GMT -5
The black haired female grabbed him with her tail. Try as he might, he couldn't move. He had to come up with a plan....and fast.
"You have no idea what you're dealing with."
"You're right." The Red General affirmed. "But I know that a bullet in the head would be enough to kill each of you."
He tightened his fist, his mechanical heart pumped chemicals in his body. Electric current pulsated around his head and started crawling around his body. In an instant, he was electrically charged, sending shockwaves to the tail.
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Post by Tig on Jul 30, 2009 8:10:38 GMT -5
"Oh, such an unfair move," she hissed, her tail letting him go, the shockwaves were unpleasant. "I do hate men who show off, and your mechanical arm is crap, hardly impresses the ladies." She flicked her wrist to the ground, and a ring of fire circled around her and her new friend, giving them enough room to fight, but he wouldn't be able to escape her, or fight someone else.
She was selfish like that.
"Now then, lets play."
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Post by childofthehunt on Jul 30, 2009 8:24:08 GMT -5
"You little minx." The Red General said, amused.
They were inside the ring of fire. He knew this tactic all too well. One of them faces the enemy, while the others make a run for it.
Still with the mechanical army machine gun arm, he fired several shots into the air. But instead of bullets, a few balls of spikes fired out. He fired it at an angle that would make the spikes land outside the ring.
"Now then, lets play."
The Red General smiled.
"Lets."
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Post by Tig on Jul 30, 2009 9:28:59 GMT -5
Phoebe chuckled with amusement when he fired the spikes out of the ring. "I am Phoebe, pyromaniac fox demon." she purred. "Remember my name, for it shall be the last will you know."
She grabbed her sword, and lunged for him, her tail lashing out at the same time, aiming for his heart, her sword looking to cut into flesh.
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Post by childofthehunt on Jul 30, 2009 9:53:06 GMT -5
"I am Phoebe, pyromaniac fox demon."
"Phoebe meet Machine Gun," The Red General said, pointing his weapon at the charging opponent. "Machine Gun meet Phoebe."
He started firing at her randomly, he's got enough bullets to turn her into a human colander.
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Post by cyansky on Jul 30, 2009 9:55:28 GMT -5
Syl flew away, as the ground trembled before it. It approched Trace as a circle, stopping so that it was close enough for him to hear its next words.
"I'd rather use the window, Trace," said Syl, "but I'm not going to abandon miss Klaire." It watched the fight, especially after Phoebe created a ring of fire around herself and Mr. Big Man. Pyromaniac fox demon, thought Syl, so she has a fox form, it seems. It knew that Mr. Big Man would be kept occupied fighting her, but only for a limited amount of time. Based on what it had seen so far of his weaponry, Mr. Big Man would prove to be a tough opponent. It seemed that he had many tricks up his sleeves. ... Kind of like Kiel, thought Syl.
"Miss Klaire!" called Syl, "are you there?"
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Post by Tig on Jul 30, 2009 10:14:35 GMT -5
Fire covered her body as he shot at her, sealing the wounds he conflicted on her. She moved her body, stepping into the circle of fire, blending in as she moved around among her flames, hiding from him, while she searched for his weakness.
She giggled playfully, never staying in one spot for long. Flames from all around were thrown at him.
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Post by Jake on Jul 30, 2009 10:39:59 GMT -5
Klaire was coughing from the smoke from the fire, and she raised a hand to Syl.
"I'm here and I'm fine," she said, crawling over to him. She still had her left arm transformed into the blade, not bothering to change it back in the smoky room. She needed it in case someone ambushed them.
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Post by Trace on Jul 30, 2009 11:07:27 GMT -5
"So you Klaire then, nice to meet you, although it could have been in slightly better conditions." Trace said with a laugh before noticing several balls of spikes heading for them from the air. Trace moved quickly, grabbing his gun and firing at the spiked balls directly above them, each one exploding as a bullet blew through them.
"So, the window it is."
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