Point Zero


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Ryougi Shiki
Location: Boss Room
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Covering those who were attempting to get clear, the girl slowly paced putting a clear barrier between the Assassin and the non-combatants, at least with them out the way it would be one less issue to concern herself with through a few potential flaws with the plan did occur such as the ranged capabilities and accuracy of the assassin, but provided enough melee pressure remained upon him their use would be limited. The second would be a constant adjusting of his positioning to make clear shots difficult for those at elevation or obscuring their vision of the local area, alternate visions may help there but there was the question of which possessed such, or at least who had sensory deprivation training to use the others. Too many others she was standing still but her mind was working while the others made their escape, how would she turn this fight into her favour if she was in the centre...she may as well use this as a training experience to ensure she has not gotten rusty, meaning to avoid using her eyes and turning this into tactics and skill rather than ending it quickly.

It would provide a challenge, though her previous thoughts did give her one idea for a countermeasure, closing a single eye as well as she stands there waiting for the moment and steadily extracting her hunting knife finally leaving it in view and continuing to watch the mans movements as another thought arrives and she starts to move around the room in circles, looking for weaker surfaces, changes in the layout or anything out of place you would not normally notice in the heat of a fight, The floor, the walls, the support of the balcony, the balcony itself and the roof. Taking in everything as her training had taught her so long ago, if she does encounter any rigged traps she would cut them out room and stem to disable them before he has the chance to use them to turn the fight...reducing his options.

 
Lyle Walt




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    Strategizing
    Monitor Room
    Interaction    : Double, Aeon, Rin, Len, Takemi, Monitor Room Group​

    Len being down surprised momentarily taken him aback. Then he remembered. The twins were still children. They being able to move around and help were already great. He shouldn't push them too much, too far. His eyes softened. Lyle patted Len's head.

    "I understand. I will look into it. Don't worry too much."

    He hadn't taken good care of the twins. He gave them protection, shielding them from danger while taking benefit from their artificial mind. Even so, he never thought much of their emotional state. He never spared the time to. Caring for them, beyond a few words, would took his attention too much from the more crucial task. Despite everything, Lyle was still human. He wasn't perfect. Not as an emperor, nor as a leader of this party in another universe.

    He should examined the room with more details.

    Dimension

    Every nooks and crannies of the room went to him. Then a detail made him frown. Was that another secret room? Before he managed to check it out, a boy passed him and opened the mechanism. The people that went right had entered the Monitor Room. Looks like they chanced upon some knowledge in that room.

    "Come, we should continue," he murmured more to himself than to anyone else.



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Gritting his teeth as he watched Leo get shot right in front of him, PaRappa's eyes watered up again. He'd only just met the guy, but he was one of two people who seemed to care. He'd had enough of all this senseless killing. Covering his face he turned and ran, hiding away at the back of the group.

What use was there in believing in this place? His enemies weren't struggles that could be overcome with help from a mentor and a song!
As the paper thin dog cried as quietly as he could into his hands, his orange hat faded and turned blue.

"I gotta...I gotta believe" he whimpers, huddling into a ball in the corner.

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Soma Cruz​


Weapon: Shortsword
Stats:
STR: 16
CON: 18
INT: 17
LCK: 19


Bullet: Winged Skeleton
Guardian: Flying Armor
Enchanted: Gremlin
Bullet:
-Winged Skeleton (Spear Throw)

Guardian:
-Flying Armor (Slow Fall)
-Shadow Beast (Twilight Shield)

Enchanted:
-Gremlin (LCK +4)
Everyone is attacking, one-by-one, and Soma stood there watching as his comrades dogpile against this hitman after he had shot two people dead. But then the man mentioned that he doesn't agree with the extracting of essence, but yet he still works for them for the money. Soma thought of something; a deal. He'll wait for this fight to get over and then he might start persuading him with a lie that would convince him to be on their side.

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Aeon & Double​

"Ah, I see. Thank you for your response.", Aeon proceeds to have a disappointed look on her face as she sees Lyle refusing to her offer. She proceeds to signal Double to stand up, she still feels some slight stomach pain. Lyle may have healed the tissues but, she isn't fully healed yet. She needs some flesh to replace her missing flesh or just heal it with a spell. If it was merely healed from the outside, it's strength wouldn't be the same. Double obtained her strength when she ate flesh or received healing magic on the inside. Aeon doubted his faith in her, she probably lost his trust during the first battle. It's not like you get to face your hero everyday, killing them is something that a goddess with dignity wouldn't do. She couldn't possibly kill him, she had too many self-inserts that she had written about him, her fan-club membership will be cancelled if the other members knew she killed the Spider-Man. She cleared her thoughts as she noticed that a blue energy cube was found. Aeon and Double didn't care that much about it, it emitted a large amount of energy.

The two holy women heard two shots. They turned their heads to where the shots were heard. It was bad, two boys were shot and they both fell to the ground. Aeon looked in disgust as wasn't happy with what happened, another combat situation happened. "Your Holiness, I believe we have some things to handle." Aeon cracked her knuckles as Double proceeded to stand and raise her guard. "Well, let them come. I'm ready for anything." She sees other people doing their thing, aiming him in some places and trying to kill him. She smiled, Aeon proceeded to let Khronos be used as a staff and planted it to the ground. "Time will freeze!" In a quick flash, time stopped. Everything was frozen, she wondered what to do with him as she took a look at him. He seemed to be missing an eye, he had some swords and guns, which seemed more advanced that what it looked like from where she was. "Such unique designs, Canopy Kingdom could never develop this type of technology." She thought of an idea, she saw some floating swords, around 4. "Now, I'll make you feel pain!", she re-arranged them in a way where it would point towards the man's sack as she gave a small chuckle. "Your Holiness, here!" She went where Khronos was and proceeded to let them back in her, Double guarded her as she transformed into a large wall. After she had done her action, she felt a small blessing enter her, she felt faster. She looked over to Lyle as he muttered some words, it was probably because of him.

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Takemi couldn’t do anything but watch as Rin screamed and begged for it all to stop. What was she supposed to say? Lie to her and say that everything would be okay? How could she possibly comfort anyone when people around them kept dying and none of them could do anything about it? She almost started saying something several times, but each time she stopped halfway. She tried to keep an eye on the fight as well, if only so she could know what Deathstroke was doing if she needed to protect Rin and Len. She almost didn’t notice the American man until he looked right at her.

His words, orders, gave her focus enough to move. Get up high and then rain hell on their enemies. He made it sound so easy. She followed close behind him, ready to scramble up the rope to the overlooking second floor. She’d still have to be careful of hitting the melee fighters, but at least from high up she’d be able to see and aim more clearly. She prayed that Rin, Len, and the others would be okay.

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    Sgt. Mike "Psycho" Sykes

    Psycho was shocked to say the least when his encrypted message are back after Jerome had responded.

    Psycho sighed and turned toward arthers call. He climbed up the rope so he could get a better shot at deathstroke. He aimed once he was up and made sure he could get a good shot at deathstroke.


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Deathstroke didn't say anything to those speaking to him, instead remaining silent as he paced back and forth. Then, as Alphonse sent a giant chunk of earth moving towards him, Deathstroke would slam his staff into the ground, projecting himself over the mass of rock. He then landed upon the ground with both feet, countering Leon's knife attack by raising his arm. He would then throw his foot down onto his staff, flipping it up into the air. After grabbing it with his free hand, Deathstroke would aim to hit Leon in the face with it. If it connected, the metal staff would knock Leon in the left cheek.

The assassin would quickly turn around after that, grabbing Negan's bat with both hands, not seeming to even flinch despite the barbed wire wrapped around it, either because of his armored hands or perhaps his pain tolerance was just that high. He stared at Negan for a moment, before raising a foot and throwing it towards Negan's stomach in an attempt to kick him away.



Then, Blake had ran up to him and decided to deliver a fury of her own slashes. Luckily for her, she managed to get a few good licks in with her sword due to him being previously distracted by Negan. She beat down on him for a good few moments, the man tossing and turning as he was hit. The attacks themselves didn't do much notable damage to him on the outside, although it was clear that they were doing some form of damage to him as pieces of his armor were slowly but surely chipped away.

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However, about midway through her flurry of attacks, Deathstroke found an opening and hopped back. "You're fast..." He said, before throwing a smoke bomb down upon the ground and disappearing. He reappeared seconds later, now with a sword in hand, as he began trying to hack away at her with his own sword! "But not fast enough!"

Luckily for Arthur, Slade was too distracted by the oncoming attacks, as well as his own, to notice the cowboy climbing up the wall behind him, allowing him and the others to initiate their plan nicely.

Shiki, meanwhile, would notice that unlike the previous corridor, the room appeared to be in tip-top shape. Sturdy support, ceiling, walls, floors, everything. However, she would also not find any traps in the room at all. It appeared that Deathstroke was confident enough in his own skills to take you all on by himself. However, what Shiki did find were some tanks of propane? This massive empty room sure seemed like an odd place to be storing such items, however here they were, safely stored upon a small scaffolding near the top.

Though, as Double and Aeon stopped time, Deathstroke of course had no work around for that, which left him open to the swords. So, when time eventually sped back up, Slade's one eye widened as four swords were pointed towards his groin. He grunted, however, before leaping up and kicking two of the swords back at Aeon and Double. One of them missed entirely, however one managed to pierce his calf, causing the man to grunt out in pain.

"NNNGH!!" He winced, the sword managing to provide a nasty cut despite his armor. "I don't know how you did that... but it won't happen again!" He shouted.

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The man then leaped up into the air and pulled out some sort of grappling device. The device would fire towards Negan, aiming to strike his chest. If it connected, the grapnel would lodge itself into the man's chest, before firing off towards one of the propane tanks. If both hits were to connect, the propane tank would be pulled towards Negan at high speeds, no doubt exploding upon impact!

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"Listen, soldier." Captain America said with a sigh as he approached Jerome, taking a seat on the table beside him. "You're going to be alright. Those bombs Cobblepot put in your heads mean nothing. As far as he's aware, you two are still investigating the lab. Stark managed to kill the cameras on this floor before we came in. And now that me and my fellow Avenger are here..."

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"Hey, man." Spider-Man said, awkwardly waving towards Jerome.

"..we're not gonna let anything happen to you. I can promise you that." He said with another slow nod, before looking over Jerome's... unique armor. "What core you serve in?" He asked, both to ease his mind with conversation, but also because the Captain was genuinely intrigued by his armor.

Meanwhile, Spider-Man looked down ate Ike and nodded, a brow rose under his mask. "Tell who what? Weird... tiny demon thing."

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Blake Belladonna

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STATUS

Healthy.

INVENTORY/POWERS

- Gambol Shroud (active)
- Aura
- Shadow
- Faunus Traits

MUSIC


Alright, we're good, and we're good--huh?! He just slid out of my attacks, and now he's thrown some sort of smoke bomb right near me. I don't know where he's gone, but I'm sure he might appear--

Oh, there he is! At first, I immediately jump back to action, attempting to parry his sword the fastest I can, due to the fact that he appears very strong. However, on his next attack, I leave behind an ice clone that hopefully leaves him vulnerable with part of him stuck in it, as I back away, jumping off the clone. No matter if the ice clone managed to trap him or not, I aim at him and shoot at him several times before landing several feet away from him.

Hang on...all of a sudden, I was moving faster than before, and I could've sworn that in just a mere couple of seconds, I'd landed away from him. Could it be... I quickly looked around the room to see who is doing this. Not Weiss, no, she's not here, despite having just about the same speed-boosts she gave me back under those highways. Now, where was I? Right.

This time, however, I back away a little further, as I observe what this man is capable of. So, it appears that Deathstroke is well-adapted to the situations thrown at him, just that he can't dodge absolutely everything, especially with the swarm job we're doing. His armor, obviously, keeps him in the game, but it isn't totally invulnerable. Finally, wait, what's he doing now with the grappling hook?

He's aiming for the propane. If it hits that creep, he's toast for sure. He doesn't appear to have any Semblance, nor any Aura, judging by the way he's attacked so far. However, I can't be too sure, but just to be safe than sorry, I'll assume he doesn't have any of that, and that's the problem. And why do I always have to save the bad guy, anyway?! Eh, as long as it keeps our numbers from going down, anyway.

So, I point Gambol Shroud in pistol form at the incoming tank and shoot it before it can hit Negan.

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Noel

Somehow at least one of her swords managed to land a hit...Although she swore she was aiming in a different location. Anyways she tried to call back some of her swords and only succeeding in calling back one as the other two of her swords that missed have been sent hurtling towards some lady. They are moving too quickly to be focused on and the lady reminded her of a Nun upon further inspection. Not to mention the other is lodged in the Assassin's leg.

Noel focused on the sword in his leg and moved it in further before starting to move it horizontally and then vertically threatening to open up the wound further and to incapacitate his leg.
"Most of my swords have been scattered around..I can only get hold of one" she looks at the one that had just missed the Masked Assassin and focused on it eventually pulling it back towards her.

She decided to use her last free floating sword on the masked assassin with a larger amount of force using her arm this time throwing it how one would throw a spear. An audible whistling sound can be heard as the sword was fired at the Assassin with the full capability of pinning him to the ground if it were to hit him.

"I want to see you dodge this" she muttered to herself as she readied her now fully charged railgun and stared at his ugly mask through the reticle before firing.

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    Steve would have let out a sigh of relief when he saw S.H.I.E.L.D if he actually could. Having woken up after being mauled to death certainly was particular but still, even if they did have the bombs implanted in their head once more it didn't exactly mean much to him. Even though this was an outlier to all the other times he died he knew that this wouldn't last forever, and if it really did mean that he would die Steve wouldn't exactly mind, he's already done more than others could've hoped for.

    When he saw Ike still being alive he did feel somewhat better, so it meant for whatever reason whenever they died they would always return here.

    "Happy to see you alive Mister Ike."

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Leon had taken quite the heavy hit and was left reeling for a few moments as blurry and distorted figures continued the fight in his absence. His jaw felt tight and somehow he figured using the suit of armor's attack to cover his approach would be successful enough, but it seems that was underestimating the enemy. However, his goal of distracting Deathstroke was complete and it allowed for a few others to land some hits where Leon had fallen short. He then saw the enemy attempt to finish off Negan. No way in hell was Leon going to let that happen, but it seemed the cat girl had that under control.

It had been a while since Leon had been in such a tense close quarters fight, but a single hit wasn't going to deter him. While Deathstroke was facing the others Leon closed the gap between them rapidly, and being careful not to cross into the line of fire he swept up behind the bastard trying to hurt his friend and throw the handle of his knife into the man's temple in an attempt to disorient him in order to make his actual goal of disarming him of his staff easier. He had taken a major blow to his legs so he wasn't going to be nearly as spry.

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Len was troubled, to say the least. In one hand, a lot of folks had decided to go against Deathstroke all at the same time. Sub-Zero, Leon, Yuma, Negan, Blake and Alphonse had all clustered towards the man, each with their own attacks, someone else whose name they didn't have could seemingly fly and throw swords. The male vocaloid watched their efforts, wanting to help, to make a difference to prove, more to him than to anyone else. But on the other hand...

Rin, was not okay. Leaning on her sibling for support, she felt as every ounce of power had been drained from her. The sheer cruelty, the hopelessness of her new friends, their struggles and fights for something that could not even be real... She could barely watch them go this time, go... She didn't want them to go, she didn't want to go either. Just, someone, something, somewhere... Anyone, end everyone's suffering. No more fights, no more deaths. Please...

With clouded, emotionless optics, the girl just wished for it all to end. Perhaps if her brother hadn't been there she'd have just fallen into a heap into the ground by now. The point, what was it? Why did they fight, why did they try... Why did they keep trying for... nothing? What had she left to protect? What could she even do? There was just doubt after doubt after even more doubts, an unbearable turmoil of overwhelming emotions that left her practically inert.

What to do? What to do? Even the ever so meticulous, logical Len didn't know it this time. Fuck, he had no answer either. They were both panicking, they were all going to die!

"Listen to me. You two need to get yourselves some kinda cover before you get shot.​

To run away?! No! The younger sibling had opened his mouth to protest and then he hesitated. Something inside him just wanted to scream, at everything at everyone, to curse those behind this level of fuckery, who had brought so much pain, so much sadness to this group, for nothing more than selfishness. He wanted to stay, he wanted to help, it felt unfair that while the rest of them were trying so hard to keep the mercenary at bay he'd just run and hide away from it.

Len shook his head at Arthur, reluctant to leave. Words would not come out, as if stuck inside his throat. He felt like crying, as always, there were no tears to be shed. What to do? What to do? The more time spent idly worrying, the less power he'd have to spare for the fight...

"Everyone not a combatant, I suggest you enter for safety!"​

His cybernetic mind is racing, divided, conflicted. Looking up for a bit, the male vocaloid saw Porter, Lyle's big robot, and the young man himself motioning people to go inside it. Inside it, they'd be safe.

"I won't lie. This might be the most dangerous fight ever since we have arrived here."​

No, not you too... Lyle had approached the two, staring them in the eyes with a shoulder pat. Rin couldn't hear him, her mind a mess to the point new information wasn't getting through properly. But Len, hearing their party leader say that had hurt. What could he do, everyone else was just telling him to go, even Takemi seemed just as conflicted. He shook his head again, but the resolve was fading and someone had to protect Rin.

He sighed, merely watching as Lyle climbed the robot and stood tall, an inspiration, a beacon of hope in the middle of the merciless battleground.

Uncertain on what had prompted it, Len decided to move, throwing his struggles aside. It didn't matter how he felt about it, Rin was in no condition to decide anything. He had to do it for her. So he did. Picking his sister up in a bridal carry, the male vocaloid put those remaining 44% to work and he ran. As fast as he could towards Porter the robot.

In the background more attacks were being dealt, Arthur and Takemi seemed to have something big planned, moving towards the balcony. Double and Shiki were also helping shield the non-combatants as they made their way into safety. Aeon had seemingly done something with the flying mecha girl's projectiles, something Len didn't quite comprehend himself, other than the fact it worked. Some attacks got deflected, other landed and all he could do was run, carrying a partially frozen Rin into safety.

And with everyone's joint efforts they had arrived there. Intact. Or well, at least physically intact.

Gently lowering his sister inside the compartment, Len had been about to step inside as well but... It still felt wrong. To run, to hide. e took a glance backwards, at the ongoing fight, then back at Rin and then, he did the unthinkable. He took a step back.

"I promise you I'll be back soon", the younger sibling leaned to give his counterpart a parting kiss in the forehead, before turning around to run towards the battle.

"...L-Len?" He stopped, if he had a heart it would have skipped a beat. "Wait, where are you going?" Oh dear Buddha, give the boy strength for what he was about to do, "Help Walt-san, and not get destroyed in the process... Hopefully."

Another step away. Rin's eyes widened as realization had dawned on her:

"Against-...!? N-no! No, it's too dangerous!" "I can't stay around here and do nothing!", he turned back to face her, and it was clear that he was having many doubts about it as she was, "I want you to be safe, but I don't want to be dragged around like an accessory either! I- I need to do this, please."

"Just, be careful okay?", it hurt, for the twins that had always been together this was a first and scary. Rin was scared, yet, she had never seen Len be that assertive before.

She decided to let him go.

"I'll definitely be back."

And with it, he ran, against self-preservation, against his own fears and doubts, he held his new found determination and sense of purpose and he ran with it. The sister followed with her gaze as he went, crumbling to her knees into the flooring of the safety-zone robot once he could no longer see her reaction. Oh please, oh please she hoped he'd be safe.

On his way towards Aeon and Double, planning to stay behind the later's wall for protection, Len noticed a single figure in the corner. That was dangerous! He had to get them out of there! Changing trajectory, he approached the wailing paper dog, his expression softening in sympathy:

"Hey friend...", he put a hand gently on the other's shoulder, "Do you need help getting to safety? This is not a good place to stick by. There,", Len gestured towards the big robot, "you'll be safe there. We'll protect you."

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“E-eh?? Demon... thing-? Oh what are you then, weird giant spider thing?? A-and it’s none of your business!!”

You turn pretty red, and your face wrinkles a bit in anger. That specific topic... of well... Milky Way... wasn’t something you were just gonna tell some high school kid!!

You turn around to- AH the blocky dude!!

“W-Wait you’re alive...? But- we saw you get-“

You seemed pretty confused... how were you alive HERE?

“How... am I here anyways.... I should be in Hell... since I did die... getting a new body and all... w... what... did you guys do...? D-did you interfere with the laws of death herself?! O-oh god if you did-“

You feel a bit panicky... god who KNOWS what would happen if they had tampered with HER work...

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Hyde had been slinking around in the shadows with the group. After the fight with the crocodile man he'd been completely silent. Having done nothing notable since then. However seeing Deathstroke come up as the next opponent gave him something to do. The first wave of attacks towards the man didn't seem to halt him in the slightest. Hyde could sit back and watch, however that was something he wasn't suited to.
He remembered he had a machete with him from the time he'd been able to get equiptment, the blade was small compared to him. Hyde smiled as he moved to a position he could see Deathstroke from the side and then flicked the machete towards his him the same way one would throw a knife.

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Len was troubled, to say the least. In one hand, a lot of folks had decided to go against Deathstroke all at the same time. Sub-Zero, Leon, Yuma, Negan, Blake and Alphonse had all clustered towards the man, each with their own attacks, someone else whose name they didn't have could seemingly fly and throw swords. The male vocaloid watched their efforts, wanting to help, to make a difference to prove, more to him than to anyone else. But on the other hand...

Rin, was not okay. Leaning on her sibling for support, she felt as every ounce of power had been drained from her. The sheer cruelty, the hopelessness of her new friends, their struggles and fights for something that could not even be real... She could barely watch them go this time, go... She didn't want them to go, she didn't want to go either. Just, someone, something, somewhere... Anyone, end everyone's suffering. No more fights, no more deaths. Please...

With clouded, emotionless optics, the girl just wished for it all to end. Perhaps if her brother hadn't been there she'd have just fallen into a heap into the ground by now. The point, what was it? Why did they fight, why did they try... Why did they keep trying for... nothing? What had she left to protect? What could she even do? There was just doubt after doubt after even more doubts, an unbearable turmoil of overwhelming emotions that left her practically inert.

What to do? What to do? Even the ever so meticulous, logical Len didn't know it this time. Fuck, he had no answer either. They were both panicking, they were all going to die!

"Listen to me. You two need to get yourselves some kinda cover before you get shot.​

To run away?! No! The younger sibling had opened his mouth to protest and then he hesitated. Something inside him just wanted to scream, at everything at everyone, to curse those behind this level of fuckery, who had brought so much pain, so much sadness to this group, for nothing more than selfishness. He wanted to stay, he wanted to help, it felt unfair that while the rest of them were trying so hard to keep the mercenary at bay he'd just run and hide away from it.

Len shook his head at Arthur, reluctant to leave. Words would not come out, as if stuck inside his throat. He felt like crying, as always, there were no tears to be shed. What to do? What to do? The more time spent idly worrying, the less power he'd have to spare for the fight...

"Everyone not a combatant, I suggest you enter for safety!"​

His cybernetic mind is racing, divided, conflicted. Looking up for a bit, the male vocaloid saw Porter, Lyle's big robot, and the young man himself motioning people to go inside it. Inside it, they'd be safe.

"I won't lie. This might be the most dangerous fight ever since we have arrived here."​

No, not you too... Lyle had approached the two, staring them in the eyes with a shoulder pat. Rin couldn't hear him, her mind a mess to the point new information wasn't getting through properly. But Len, hearing their party leader say that had hurt. What could he do, everyone else was just telling him to go, even Takemi seemed just as conflicted. He shook his head again, but the resolve was fading and someone had to protect Rin.

He sighed, merely watching as Lyle climbed the robot and stood tall, an inspiration, a beacon of hope in the middle of the merciless battleground.

Uncertain on what had prompted it, Len decided to move, throwing his struggles aside. It didn't matter how he felt about it, Rin was in no condition to decide anything. He had to do it for her. So he did. Picking his sister up in a bridal carry, the male vocaloid put those remaining 44% to work and he ran. As fast as he could towards Porter the robot.

In the background more attacks were being dealt, Arthur and Takemi seemed to have something big planned, moving towards the balcony. Double and Shiki were also helping shield the non-combatants as they made their way into safety. Aeon had seemingly done something with the flying mecha girl's projectiles, something Len didn't quite comprehend himself, other than the fact it worked. Some attacks got deflected, other landed and all he could do was run, carrying a partially frozen Rin into safety.

And with everyone's joint efforts they had arrived there. Intact. Or well, at least physically intact.

Gently lowering his sister inside the compartment, Len had been about to step inside as well but... It still felt wrong. To run, to hide. e took a glance backwards, at the ongoing fight, then back at Rin and then, he did the unthinkable. He took a step back.

"I promise you I'll be back soon", the younger sibling leaned to give his counterpart a parting kiss in the forehead, before turning around to run towards the battle.

"...L-Len?" He stopped, if he had a heart it would have skipped a beat. "Wait, where are you going?" Oh dear Buddha, give the boy strength for what he was about to do, "Help Walt-san, and not get destroyed in the process... Hopefully."

Another step away. Rin's eyes widened as realization had dawned on her:

"Against-...!? N-no! No, it's too dangerous!" "I can't stay around here and do nothing!", he turned back to face her, and it was clear that he was having many doubts about it as she was, "I want you to be safe, but I don't want to be dragged around like an accessory either! I- I need to do this, please."

"Just, be careful okay?", it hurt, for the twins that had always been together this was a first and scary. Rin was scared, yet, she had never seen Len be that assertive before.

She decided to let him go.

"I'll definitely be back."

And with it, he ran, against self-preservation, against his own fears and doubts, he held his new found determination and sense of purpose and he ran with it. The sister followed with her gaze as he went, crumbling to her knees into the flooring of the safety-zone robot once he could no longer see her reaction. Oh please, oh please she hoped he'd be safe.

On his way towards Aeon and Double, planning to stay behind the later's wall for protection, Len noticed a single figure in the corner. That was dangerous! He had to get them out of there! Changing trajectory, he approached the wailing paper dog, his expression softening in sympathy:

"Hey friend...", he put a hand gently on the other's shoulder, "Do you need help getting to safety? This is not a good place to stick by. There,", Len gestured towards the big robot, "you'll be safe there. We'll protect you."

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Looking up slightly, the dog blinked away tears and sniffled loudly "You came all the way from there to save me?" he asks, confused at why suddenly people were putting themselves at risk to try and save him "That's dangerous..." he stared at the boy for a moment, noting the look in his eyes "You're going to fight, aren't you?"

Reaching into his pocket, the dog gave Len his microphone "I won't need this, you can use it, it helps me when I have to fight" he says as he pushes himself to his feet, looking over toward the robot for a second, before taking out his skateboard and using it to ride to the relative safety pointed out to him.

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As the girl carries out her task she notices the strange scene of everything freezing in place suddenly, total silence with the exception for her footsteps and one of the others moving around the positioning. The fact certain was a novelty but fortunately, she had exposure to such techniques previously, her Independent Manifestation skill not only maintaining her after a summon without a master but also placing her outside such manipulations of time be it herself or the worlds, it still was an interesting ability never the less but not yet, she may as well use the opportunity to ensure the area is clear less this end too soon. Though as the time stop ends she had confirmed the man had made a mistake in underestimating his opponents, or perhaps he simply did not wish to stack the deck to heavily, either way, it meant she was free to act.

Though regarding the conflict itself she takes not of the Assassins abilities with each move, the staff offers mobility seek to remove that and draw him to using his other tools however he knows when to mix such with his own body's efforts, he can be distracted with enough speed through his armour is built for protective function above all. Then he decides to use the tactic she had at least already seen a mile away, the flash of the explosion causing many to close their eyes yet she simply opens her other to alternate and used the opportunity to finally move to notice the civilians were finally safe. The girls arms now suddenly hang loosely to her side, tilting forward almost before in an instant she is across the room, appearing behind the man she begins to launch several slices at the man, though even if they connected these were not like her usual style so no limbs would suddenly be severed as the blows were not meant for bodily damage but to rain sunders upon the man's armour, staying aware of both his footwork for kicks and other appendages her eye of the mind showing her the future movements of the man allowing her little chance of being struck especially when factoring in her superior speed and agility, she attempts to weaves, deflects and avoid all counter attacks like a dancer and should the attack allow she blocks it cleanly with her arm displaying its durability is not that have a normal human one despite appearing indistinguishable from one. If successful the small cuts and hits would begin to dislodge his armour at their caches, shoulder pads, weapon straps and even mask falling away, cutting the staff in two, having the man turn to face her to hold any chance of avoiding the movements and leaving him wide open to the others attacks. The fact his mobility had been limited was likely a critical weakness he could not afford and was fortunate this woman had not simply gone for the head straight away, given this was the first time she had even displayed her abilities within this world however it was not like it was something he could have prepared for.

As soon as the first blow connects, however, the man would likely realise that his armour was of little use against the woman, her movements themselves were almost cat-like and playful in a way not seeking to directly harm but still not something he could willingly ignore, but above all it was almost certain he would see it in her movements given his experience that this woman wasn't a knife fighter, but a swordsman...yet she came at him with just several inches of steel. The level of the movements clearly something vastly different from his own, though the Asian appearance and skill being displayed, anyone who didn't know better from this would think Shiva herself had come for him.

 

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The sight of Deathstroke propelling himself off of the block of earth and straight towards the group was honestly quite the terrifying sight to behold. The way he effortlessly counter one man's knife and another's bat spoke no lies about the mercenary's true potential. He could be one of the most dangerous fights they've had so far. This would need fought with tactics, not anger. Taking a moment to calm down, Alphonse intensely studied the way the man fought. He was similar to a ballerina as every movement was done with the utmost delicacy but over time Deathstroke appeared to be accumulating wounds as the fight continued. He also didn't seem to notice a certain cowboy move himself and a few others above to enact some sort of plan. If they played it smart the group may just be able to win this!

Alphonse quickly noticed that the man with the bat had been attached to a propane tank from above that was quickly hurdling towards the man. While a cat eared lady appeared to try and shoot the tank, Alphonse would rather be safe than sorry. With a clap, the alchemist quickly transmuted a concrete wall to separate the tank from Negan. If Blake succeed in shooting it then they group wouldn't have to worry about shrapnel being rained down upon them thanks to the wall, and if she didn't then Negan would have a nice cushion to stop the explosion from getting to him.

Finished with that, he went back to the main event, the fight itself. The living armor noticed one of the blonde twins jumping into the fray. He appeared to be convincing the paper dog to go to safety. The boy din't appear to have any sort of weapon on him. Remembering the knives he still held in his armor he quickly opened his chest and took two of them out. He dropped them onto the floor and with a quick clap of his hands, the concrete and metal reformed into a singular long spear. If the boy didn't have a way to attack, Alphonse would simply act as his shield.

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    Fast!

    Lyle barely managed to follow the movement of the fight with his naked eyes. Even with Up N' Down, the difference in their speed was still prominent. Between maintaining his skill and being wary of attack against the non combatants, he found little chance to cast an offensive spell toward the fight.

    He was surprised to see Len moving on his own while Rin stayed within Porter. He was used to counting the twins as a single unit. Their independent actions, while welcomed, was not expected.

    "Nice to see you, Len," Lyle grinned at the yellow haired boy. "now give us an announcement with Real Spec!"

    The Jewel shone brighter as Lyle endowed the usage of Real Spec to Len. He turned his attention to the battlefield once more. If Up N' Down wasn't enough, there was one more thing that could help.

    Full Drive

    Aeon, Takemi, Double, Lion, Blake, the gunslinger, and the ice mage received another boost. If Up N' Down hastened them up, this was different. The world slowed down for them. It was as if time went from a run into a walk. Deathstroke was still as quick, but their movement became even faster. Full Drive further increased their speed and their mind processing speed to a degree they could perceive one second as five times longer.

    Lyle felt himself physically drained as he activated the third rated Skill. Up N' Down was still active, slowing down Deathstroke and hastening the group.The ample usage of Skills had started to take a toll on his body. Even though he jad went through many Growths, his vessel was still finite. The magic he could drew limited. It wasn't like he was a magic prodigy to the level of Elza or Gracia, who could summon titans for hours.

    Lyle stood tall on Porter, ready to counter any attack with a spell.



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Willow turned to face the yellow robot that had entered the split-path area and answered the mechanical man(?), "My name is Willow....do you have a red companion by any chance? You look familiar." She then was told by the brown-haired stranger that his name was Leo, which was a relief because then she could stop referring to him in her head as the brown-haired stranger. The introductory bonfire was cut off--unfortunately before she could catch the paper dog man's name--by the shadow creature from before rudely smacking out her beautiful fire. "Excuse me, we were enjoying that!" She snapped at the firey-haired imp but wasn't given a response as she began floating down the hallway, leaving her and the two others to follow suit. She stomped along behind Leo, feeling annoyed and disappointed as she followed everyone else through the hallway and into the large room. Her anger-like emotional state was broken by shock as Leo and a demonic man whose name she didn't know were struck dead by singular bullets. Willow watched as everyone capable of doing so began fighting the assassin who had shot two of their comrades like it had been nothing. Willow considered doing something but then noticed that Len had set up a large robot and was beckoning some people to go inside for safety. Looking at the robot, then the fight, Willow lit her lighter and took a step towards the brawl.

....Then immediately turned around, flicked her lighter out, and began speed-walking towards safety. Willow didn't consider herself a coward, but she could clearly see that she was way over her head here. All she had was Bernie and her lighter, lacking all of the weapons she had back in The Constant.

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They’d managed to scramble to the balcony. Deathstroke being preoccupied with the fighters down below. She didn’t have time to catch her breath after the climb. Instead, she immediately moved farther down along the balcony, taking glances at the battle. There wouldn’t be any way to warn them of incoming attacks without alerting Deathstroke. Lyle’s skills did help her in seeing everything that was going on: the thrown tank, the wall of concrete, some of them were up close in melee, Rin was safe with Lyle’s mecha, Len was going for the dogman. Her attack magic would be too dangerous to use; she’d risk hitting one of them like what happened in the sewers, but they needed cover fire from above. Why else did the American man bring her here if he didn’t think she’d be able to do anything? He should have left her with the other non-fighters. She needed to think. She’d done okay against the Shadow-beasts, but there was no one on their side crossing into the melee. Attack magic would only make things more difficult for the rest of them.

But, she realised, there might be a way. Deathstroke was an dodgy fighter. He seemed to move around and evaded the melee fighters’ attacks with relative ease. She may not have had any skills that would lock down an enemy in the traditional sense. She couldn’t freeze him in place like Hotaru could, but maybe she could still keep him still for a bit. She sent out Gamigin.

“Don’t let him do what he wants,” she growled. Her Persona tore down from the balcony, and dropped down a wall of lightning bolts on the opposite side of Deathstroke, hopefully cutting off any route he would hope to take in dodging the melee attacks. The spell didn’t last very long, but Takemi hoped that it would let the melee fighters get some hits in. She didn’t stay in place afterwards, waiting for a retaliatory attack. Instead, she kept running along the balcony, to prepare for another opening.

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"You're going to fight, aren't you?"​

The male vocaloid gave the other a nod:

"There's someone I want to protect and people I want to help."

What he hadn't expected was for Parappa to give him something, his mic. Len's optics had widened in surprise and he had been ready to refuse the 2D canine's prized possession, he couldn't, he shouldn't! But the other's words were so.., honest, and genuine. The boy couldn't turn such a display of trust away:

"Ah, thank you.", he had bowed down in gratitude after accepting the mic with both of his hands, not unlike a knight that had just received their sword, "I shall take good care of it."

Len watched as the paper dog skateboarded away, a warm smile plastered in his face. He had just helped someone get to safety and it felt, pretty good. He felt actually capable! Opening one of his shorts' side-zippers, the male vocaloid stashed the microphone away, sticking out of the pocket, as if the object could sing the tale of his bravery as he went by. Crazy, really, but it just felt right.

"O-over here!", Rin would wave at those running towards Porter, gesturing them to join her in the safe compartment.

Soon enough, she had been joined by Rap and Will, feeling better about not having to stay in there by herself. The girl averted her gaze for a bit, not really sure of what to do now. She was still filled with doubts, and filled with fears, but now, it was as if Rin had become the mother of this little group. And they were all pretty scared too.

Her brother was doing his best out there, so she might as well do her best in here...

"Hey there, I'm Rin~", she re-introduced herself just in case they had not heard it first time, or forgotten, "So, what's your favorite ice-cream flavor?"

"Nice to see you, Len,"​

At hearing his name, the younger sibling had turned around at Lyle and waved at him from down in the floor:

"Yo, Walt-san! I decided to stick by a little longer, hope you can have me!"

His answer didn't take much long, as the party leader activated more skills for the group, including Real Spec for Len. Oh, he was very ready for this!

Neon rings adorning his optics and a confident grin on his face, the brother had moved towards Aeon and Double, taking cover behind the big wall the later had shape-shifted into. Properly protected, it was now time for the main attraction. With a swipe and a tap on the console, the now ever so familiar holographic screens sprung into life, this time effectively circling him all around, rather than sticking on the crescent shape it had when Rin used it too.

He focused his gaze on the dual-colored armor man, who kept hopping and dancing around the place, combating the others. At first it was difficult to follow the fight, but eventually, just for a while, Deathstroke had stopped just enough as he needed him too. Information wrote itself down in inhuman speeds and soon enough, every single screen had been filled with names, images, analysis schemes.

As a last minute impulse, the vocaloid decided to do something else. He clicked on the bottom part of his headset and with 'click' sound pulled a drawer compartment from it. This time, however, instead of reaching for the USB port, he pulled out an audio plug, then Parappa's microphone.

With new swipe and taps on the console, two big stereos came to life in a cluster of pixels, standing tall behind him. Show time. Perhaps this wasn't exactly what Lyle had meant by announcement, but as Len spoke in the microphone his voice was amplified in a way that now everyone in the battlefield, no matter how far, could listen to him without issue.

"Subject is highly skilled and dangerous! Mastery in Boxing, Jiujitsu, Karate, Judo and Ninjutsu. Extremely proficient in hand-hand combat, just as skilled in ranged arts. Mastery in Swordsmanship and Marksmanship. Makes justice to his codename with an unparalleled aim. A logical player, studies his enemies and plans his next moves very carefully, uses of intimidation methods to confuse his foes!"

Moving on, he swipped his arm through the cluster of screens and the whole thing spun 180 degrees around him. This used to be Rin's side of Spec, a more reaction-based, physiology analysis.

"Subject reacts and moves on low tier superhuman levels! I'm getting enhanced speed, mental processing, agility, stamina, strength and even some levels of regeneration. Be smart about it, attack from multiple directions, cover moves with others, attack in patterns he'd not expect! Teamwork is key against an enemy like this! He's constantly learning and adapting, so act differently, do something you'd not normally do! Otherwise, he'll read your moves like an open book!"


 
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  • Turns out everyone else rushing the assassin wasn’t for nothing- the Cat Girl got a few cuts in, the mage lady and her other companion got a few magic swords to land, and everyone distracted Deathstroke long enough for Arthur and company to get up. So far it was only him, Ghost-Girl and a futuristic soldier- but he left his Grappling Lasso hanging just in case other people began realizing what the trio were doing. He gave Psycho a helping hand as he came up, possessing the force of a man from the wilderness who could also keep even the mightiest of animals in place with just a lasso.

    "Alright, spread out. It'll give us each an individual shot and make sure he can't take us all out with a few quick gunshots," The seasoned Van der Linde "gangster" ordered as Takemi went down one way on the balcony. When Psycho aimed down his sights, Arthur decided to go the opposite direction of Tak, pulling out his Pump-Action Shotgun. Under normal circumstances, that shotgun would certainly be useless due to its poor buckshot range.

    The only problem with that logic was that Arthur also possessed slugs capable of stopping the meanest of Mother Nature's predators in one shot.

    CLINK. CLINK. CLINK. CLINK. CLINK.​

    Arthur's Pump-Action clicked every time a slug was inserted, repeating this noise five times before he pumped the rack and loaded one fresh round in. All the while, he had internally noticed that something was different. Like, way different.

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    For instance, he now had a "map" in the corner of his vision (not unlike the map utilized in his own game canon) outlining everything and everyone. The room, the propane tanks that littered it, and even everyone's statuses. For instance, Leon had a yellowish glow to him indicating his injuries. Deathstroke's, though... He couldn't quite make out.

    As he raised his shotgun to his eyes, he heard a boy shouting down below. Turns out it was one young Len yelling out exactly what they were up against. Not only was it troubling that the kid hadn't listened to Arthur nor Lyle, but the long list of attributes sure as hell was a demoralizer. He sure as hell wasn't going to give up against someone with that many traits, though- and besides, Arthur already had a plan of his own. With Takemi already sealing off one direction for Deathstroke to go and Arthur flanking around from above, their synergy and multiple flanks could result in death from above.

    "I thought I told you to get outta here, kid!" The Wild Western gunman shouted down at Len with a disapproving scowl (both at Len's disobeyal and at the group's current situation), but didn't bother looking down to see the latter's reaction. Instead, he aimed his shotgun-turned-rifle at Deathstroke, mentally focusing himself. As a result, he entered his usual Dead-Eye status... But even that was different.



    TICK-TICK.​


    As time slowed down, everything seemed to literally draw to a crawl- a more powerful variant of his Deadeye abilities. Everything looked so clear and crisp, too- the Propane Tank soaring towards Negan inch by inch, most people's bullets firing at Deathstroke moving at a similar speed, and most other noncombatants fleeing the scene. It was at this point that he realized that Lyle truly must have been behind all of these power-enhancements. Arthur would have to thank his comrade when this was all over. But now was not the time to think about such words. Hell, he couldn't even hear others' speech even if he wanted to.

    TICK-TICK.​

    Instead, he focused on taking his opponent down. Aiming the Pump-Action at the chaos going on, he slowly grit his teeth as he seemingly waved the shotgun over Slade Wilson a few times.

    KER-PLINK. KER-PLINK. KER-PLINK. KER-PLINK. KER-PLINK.​

    Five giant red "X"s seemed to appear all over Deathstroke, each of them targeting an individual body part. His head, his dominant arm, and his legs alongside his heart were all painted for Arthur to see. He raised his Pump-Action just a little more, then...

    BOOM-CLACK-BANG-CLACK-BANG-CLACK-BANG-CLACK-BANG.​

    In real time, all five shotgun rounds would seem as though they were fired simultaneously. For Arthur's perception, though, he'd put on a very specific order of shots that would make it hard for Deathstroke not to take major damage. In order, he slam-fired a slug at one kneecap, then Slade's elbow, then at the other kneecap, then the brain, and finally right at the heart. Thanks to Lyle's Up-and-Down and Full Drive, Arthur's already-talented speed shooting in Deadeye would be significantly magnified to the point where all five shots were practically back-to-back-to-back all in the matter of a full split-second. Unless Deathstroke had some magic powers of his own, chances were he wouldn't be dodging or somehow blocking all five at once.
 
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Weapon: Shortsword
Stats:
STR: 16
CON: 18
INT: 17
LCK: 19


Bullet: Winged Skeleton
Guardian: Flying Armor
Enchanted: Gremlin
Bullet:
-Winged Skeleton (Spear Throw)

Guardian:
-Flying Armor (Slow Fall)
-Shadow Beast (Twilight Shield)

Enchanted:
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Soma could not sit around for long. He needed to take action, but with precision and care. An all-out barrage is given to Deathstroke and he wondered if a normal human like him could take such punishment. Either way, Soma takes up and throws a barrage of spears at the orange and black assassin.

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