Futuristic The Genesis Bullet (Semi-futuristic Mutant RP, Open and Accepting!)

[IthacaAlexandria]

Aurora had studied her before. Truthfully, she had studied everyone, but just staring at people wasn't going to give her the information she needed. Neither was this woman's name.


She bit her lip. Yes, they were both in the same situation, but it didn't change the fact that both or only one of them could die right now.


And the blond was at a disadvantage. All she had were guns and she was sure that if she used them correctly she could kill the other woman, but she wasn't allowed to do that AND it wouldn't show all that much usefulness. Instead of a long range melee weapon like Margret had, she had a baton. Again another disadvantage.


To save her hide she needed to figure out what she was supposed to do with these grenades. Now, there was a few observations she had. Some about them at first glance and then more after she examined them in her room. There was a hole in each of them. It wasn't large enough to practically put any sort of liquid or solid in, so a gas must go in it. There was no indication as to what kind of gas should go in it, but she concluded that it had to be CO2 since the hole was closed unless she touched it since her fingers don't blow out air, so her mouth must suffice.


Aurora inhaled, but noticed that her face burned slightly. With this burning came distinct smells of each other the 'humans' around her. She could tell that there were the stuffy and science types behind the glass, but she couldn't put names to the smells. She itched her nose as she let Margret sweat on the other side of the arena. She would get around to introducing herself once she was done figuring out what was wrong with her olfactory sense. She could safely assume now that the bullet did something to it, but now since she was in such a distressing situation she was able to harness it slightly.


The augmentations on her arms and legs hummed at her thought process, but she had no idea what to do with them. She sighed. "Aurora," she simply said as she looked from her to the glass pane. She wished this felt less like a circus...


@LadyMatsudai

 

[LadyMatsudai]

Aurora being so quiet on the other side of the room made Margaret uneasy. She wanted to assume that Aurora was just as nervous as she was and wanted the entire ordeal of their pinned fighting match to be over as quickly and as smoothly as possible without any casualties. But the eerie silence and watching Aurora staring at her from time to time made Margaret think twice. The doctor took a deep breath as she slowly marched to the center of the room, spinning her bo staff quickly between her hands before slowing down to a defensive position, waiting to see if Aurora would do anything in return. All Margaret knew was that she had to keep going no matter what, especially since they had no idea how the fight would be officially ended with a signal or Joeb appearing out of thin air, whatever tricks they have up their sleeves.


Margaret wanted to try and signal to Aurora through the demonstration of her bo staff they could keep it to strictly a hand-to-hand combat fight if they wished. The last resort she would ever think to use would be the katana strapped to her back, her boots scraping gingerly against the tiled floor as she slowly focused on her breathing. She could hear the faint hum of what looked like jewelry bands on Aurora's arms and legs, thinking it has to be tied to her abilities but she would cross that bridge when she gets there. While she was very certain she did not have any special abilities as the others of the team did and possibly Aurora, the Doc still had a few tricks up her sleeve and she believed that was her advantage. While doctors know how to heal a body, they first need to know how it breaks.


@IthacaAlexandria

 

[TheLoneRook]

Twenty little razors come flying at a man masquerading as Death Incarnate. He understood the motive, the desire. Toying with the lone Rook on her massive chess board. This was a game to her, a silly little game she assumed was in her pocket the whole time. Rook sighed a deep breath as her rain of blades came for him. He wasn't fond of games, at least not games like this.


He swung a hammer lightly in front of him, disengaging the magnetic field. The head of the weapon followed the momentum of the stroke, the arch of its movement hitting a peak early on. Rook's world slowed as he twisted, one foot planted while the other rose. Eyes trained, Rook waited for the orb to align with his leg, and struck. The ground heaved, and the orb, as if fired from a cannon, barreled towards the winged girl. The few feathers she'd placed on target were either knocked aside by the ball or blown away by the fierce wind that carried it, the rest falling to his sides. The follow-through of the wicked kick placed his foot in front of him, and again he began to walk. The same pace, the same stare. Dodging a cannonball was much easier said than done, but even if she managed to pull it off, he had another. He had as many as he needed, really. He had all day. He could wait.




Lyra groaned as she realized taking the door out of the equation had been more of a time killer than anything. With four arms roughly the size of tree trunks coming at her anyway, she was essentially right back where she started, except now she was closer to the thing. She didn't have all that much time to react and caught the double-handed lower punch with her shield, bringing her lance up above to catch the other set. The force was astonishing, and the fact that she hadn't been smushed was a testimony to her armor's integrity. Though her feet had sunk into the steel floor from the impact, at least she was all in one piece.


Her HUD blared a nice big "HOSTILE" in front of her as though she didn't understand the concept of danger, but she ignored it. She engaged the thrusters on her lance in an attempt to burn Demon's hands, to at least get him off her for a while. Her shield groaned with the weight of his body, but held firm. "Look pal, I don't know where Lauren is, but I'd like her back right now just as much as you would okay? So if you could just NOT PUSH SO DAMN HARD."


@Kiroshiven

 

[Kiroshiven]

Fox smiled as she flew into the air. He took another deep breath of his pipe and barrel towards her as well. However, rather than just leaping at her, he leaped off to the side spewing a torrent of smoke toward her mere feet away while swinging the nodachi down to where she'd hopefully dodge to. It was a nasty trick and he knew he'd likely get hurt for it, but it was a simple sacrifice. Either way he could get what he wanted. Charging forward on an enemy that you don't understand is very foolish indeed vampire. You may have flight, but you're still a close range fighter. Fox's smile was mischievous as if the fight was merely fun. And to him, it was. They weren't going to allow them to kill each other. That was just how it was, so why not enjoy a little friendly competition. Daddy wanted to test out his new play toys and he was going to give them a small show.


@Mitchs98




Feather was thankful that she moved to another wall as the cannonball of energy raced towards her. Aaaaaaaaaand move. She pushed off the wall and felt the rush of wind propelling her faster as the cannonball nearly hit her. It wasn't much, but her new strength coupled with her naturally light weight made it so that she could hurl herself a lot faster than some would believe. They gave us some pretty cool shit huh? Feather came to a stop in mid flight as she looked at where the energy had collided. It looked like the metal hangar had compressed together despite it being a cannonball. Magnetic energy? That makes this more annoying. Feather's mind began to wrack itself with a plan. However, the only one she thought of to beat a brute force monster like this would be dirty and underhanded. She wasn't above using such a tactic so long as she was the one who had to play the sacrifice. With swift and stealthy motions, Feather plucked a few of her feathers and lined them into her dress. The cold metal against her chest and stomach felt weird, but it was necessary to endure.


Now to keep him firing those cannonballs. Just as she pushed herself off the wall again, Feather shot out only five feathers. Time since first shot 13 seconds. Feathers removed since then, another twenty. Total needed to lace enough to cushion the blow? To be determined. She landed on another one of the hangar walls and shot again before pushing off. Gotta keep moving and keep him firing. As she glided across the room she laced her dress with more feathers. Strategy was one thing she knew how to do. Honestly, it was probably her only redeeming quality. She knew she was a quick-tempered little man-hater, with a horrible anti-social personality. But she was going to prove that she could beat brute force with brain power, blood, sweat and some dirty tricks.


@TheLoneRook




Demon felt the shield and lance stop his attacks as the boulders her threw seemed to just brush off of the enemies armor. Kill. Crush. Destroy! His blood boiled as he he began trying to crush the person within his fists, but the sudden eruption of fire made him roar out in pain. His hand was being burnt, by the lance. It was something he needed to take away from his enemy. He moved the hand being burnt away, but took a firm grasp on the lance with the other. Take. He began to pull the lance straight up. His height advantage would make this a great deal more potent.


"Look pal, I don't know where Lauren is, but I'd like her back right now just as much as you would okay? So if you could just NOT PUSH SO DAMN HARD." The words of this person came out static and robotic. It didn't matter what this machine was. It had taken Lauren and he planned on either crushing it or having it bring her back. She was the one person that could help him in this world. She had the same warmth as his mother did when he was a small child before the bullet. He'd do whatever it took to see her again.


The shield before him was being annoying and he wanted to rip it away from the defender. It was an obstacle that was truly a pain in the ass. But instead of trying to rip it away form someone who's strength was impressive enough to withstand his attack, he came up with a simple idea. Can only block one side. Demon smirked as he raised his burnt fist into the air again and spread his lower arms wide. With sheer bloodlust in his eyes he aimed his fists at his opponent hoping to crush them between the three fists.

 

[TheLoneRook]

Rook was admittedly impressed with the girl's ability to dodge the ball so quickly, but it appeared his first tactic had fallen short of its intentions. The girl had gone from stationary to fully mobile, which meant she'd either found out her own plan, or needed time to think of one. Either way, he'd have to change up his own plan a bit. Holding up an arm he called his orb back to its rightful place. The thing retracted probably as fast if not faster than it was shot, which said something about the quality of technology he had in his hands. Then it was a matter of following the girl. She was fast, but she was covering a wide space, and trying to circle, which made tracking her movements entirely simplistic. The feathers she flung were minimal this time. A distraction, perhaps? The feathers certainly weren't calculated, as 3 hit the ground around him and two managed to ricochet off his arms. Rook gave his hammers a gentle twirl and released the balls, sheathing the handles as the massive metal orbs sank into the steel floor. His hands unencumbered, he cracked his knuckles and followed the girl closely.


"Fly fast, little bird."


Rook threw a punch into the air, and then another, and another. The force extended into the sky, though he was too far to truly hurt her, with each punch the wind inside the airtight box stirred and whirled. The more he punched, the more volatile the air became, rushing and bending, confined to the space. Feather's advantage was the air, but flying int a galestorm was easier said than done. Rook traced his punches to her movements and kept the windflow tight and controlled towards her, adding in an occasional kick for a boost of force. The room was beginning to howl with wind, rushing past his ears as he continued to push the torrent around. If she wanted to stay up in the sky, so be it, but he wasn't going to make it easy for her.




Saint was in a bit of a pickle. With one arm tugging on her weapon and the other three trying to basically shove her into the dirt, she didn't have many options. She was able to keep hold of her lance well enough, but she wouldn't be able to keep it up much longer. Then she saw a light go off in the giant's eyes and needless to say she was concerned. She saw his arms spreading, coming around behind her. His intentions were clear enough to say the least. She couldn't go down like this, not this easily. Spar or no spar, this guy was going to break her in half if he got his way. She couldn't risk that. It wasn't happening, not today. She slammed her hand into the trigger of her lance's thruster. The thruster was enough torque to allow her to pull the weapon back to her and she poised it behind her lifting her shield from its stuck position in the ground. She'd never squeezed a trigger so hard in her life. The thruster responded to her input in kind, blazing an all new kind of hot glorious fire into the hands behind her as she used the shield as her final blockade, dropping to her knees and letting the thrusters take her away. Right between Demon's legs she shot, dragging the dull but not blunt edge of her shield against his calf as she slid beneath him. The thrusters took her away and she had to reverse them very quickly in order to make sure she didn't go face-first into the wall on the opposite side of the hangar. She managed to spin herself out to a stop a good sixty feet away, pulling herself to her feet and dropping her weapons.


Her whole body ached, the weight of keeping that thing at bay was absolutely absurd. Her armor was...well, perfectly fine, but she was hot, and sweating, and tired, so very tired. Fighting something 3 times your size and twice as angry was exhausting. She looked over to Demon, and based on her keen intellect, she assumed he still planned on ripping her into tiny little pieces. She looked up to the soap box above the hangar, where she'd seen Lauren and the suited man arguing before. She started to yell, but realized her voice was still muffled and mechanical from the helmet, so she very gracefully yanked it off her head and threw it into her lance. She yelled at the box, pointing to Demon. "Hey! Global conglomerate fuckface! If you don't give that guy his lunch and send him back to his LEGOs I'm gonna put my lance through that fucking box!"


In response, there was muffled yelling, and quite suddenly, a plump suited man came hurtling down from the newly broken soap box window, screaming in terror before the fall quite easily broke enough to consider him no longer alive. Lyra's head went from the body back to the box to find a very huffy Lauren, sparks flying off her body like she was some kind of techno angel. "I'd go gay for that..." Lyra whispered to herself.


Lauren pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and pressed an intercom button behind the window.


"Noah. Sit."


Lyra sat down, too mesmerized to realize the instructions weren't for her anyhow. She embraced Techno Angel Lauren as her new god. She wasn't dead....hurrah.


@Kiroshiven

 

[Mitchs98]

@Kiroshiven


Vampire




With one powerful flex of her wings she forced the smoke away and dodged..directly into Fox's nodachi. Most of the blow was taken by her wings, though she gained a nice cut on her side and one across her chest from her own weapon. She hit the ground with a crash from the force of the blow, the metal floor denting slightly. There was one thing though, a nodachi was meant for greater range than a mere foot or three, it'd be awkward and possibly impossible for him to get any real hits from it.


Though she also posed the risk of inhaling his vapor she could block it or push it away easier with her wings, or atleast she thought so, she was never really one to make good plans at all. Slapping at him with one of her wings as more of a distraction than anything she slashed at his chest with her tonfa scythe.

 

[Kiroshiven]

Gale force winds started to surround Feather and she quickly fond that the air was no longer an easy place to stay in. Bastard's pretty plain. The room was shaking and though it was designed to be air tight, it was still a hangar. That's it! Feather grinned as she let the wind carry her around until she was a bit closer to the door that she had started at. She sunk her wings in, listening to the crunch and grind of metal against metal. It stung to use her wings like that, but at least now the wind wasn't a problem and she could get an accurate read on it if he decided to go for a different plan. The winds were very cyclic and only going how she had been moving. Too simple to follow and predict, but difficult for me to get a shot off. And more dangerous for me to throw my feathers around. She continued to hold herself in the door watching Rook with curiosity to see what the straight forward bastard would do before coming to a conclusion to go back to the roof.


Pushing herself off the door Feather quickly wound up where the cannonball had hit before. The structure was already weakened by the weapon from earlier, this would be her best place to set up shop. She grinned down at Rook and called out into the winds so that maybe the sound would be carried to him if her calculations were correct. "You'll have to do better than that Rook. I can stay up here all day!" She giggled loudly to antagonize him even more. I have to piss him off so that he either lunges or throws that massive cannonball again. Preferably both. A simple plan to take their confined space and expand it was all she needed to secure her advantage permanently. Her feathers were already growing back and worst case she could just fly back into the hurricane like winds. Flying wouldn't be easy, but she'd be safe from him and in the worst case she could just bunker down in another spot and try again.


@TheLoneRook




Fox watched in annoyance as Vampire just battered his smoke away. It didn't get rid of it, but she hadn't breathed it in yet. However, the nodaci had done a little bit of damage, slamming the girl down onto the ground. It was a quick movement for him to use the force of the swing being stopped while he was in mid-air to fly a bit of distance. He took in another breath of his pipe and felt the adrenaline pumping through his body. This is fun. He grinned as she swung at him with her wing. Using the back of the nodachi he pushed it away.


The tonfa scythe coming at his chest was somewhat of a surprise. The way she had charged earlier made him lower his guard about her thinking strategically. Shit! He let go of the nodachi as he tried jumping back, but at that range the scythe still managed to tear into his robes and cut across his chest. He held back the howl of pain and anger that had started to form in his throat. That hurt like hell, but now you're mine. Within the radius of her wings she shouldn't be able to avoid this one. Another stream of smoke left Fox, as he aimed it for her face. Close range combat is a bitch aint it? The stinging pain of having been cut was offset by the fact that he had nearly secured victory at that moment.


@Mitchs98




Demon watched as the fire from the lance grew hotter burning his hands more, and then she zipped under him. His hands colliding together and a massive sonic boom tearing apart the space in front of him. Kill. Demon quickly turned and leaped at his target. However, he quickly regretted doing so. His opponent took off HER helmet. He'd been fighting a woman the whole time and didn't realize. Can't. Hurt. He was in the air and all he could do to stop himself was to use his arms and legs as bracers as he made impact with the ground.The hangar shaking and rattling at the force with which he had hit. His muscles ached as he had nearly gone to crush her beneath him.


"Hey! Global conglomerate fuckface! If you don't give that guy his lunch and send him back to his LEGOs I'm gonna put my lance through that fucking box!" Demon couldn't understand, but when there was a sudden exploding sound and glass shattering. He looked over to see a box where someone had been moments before, but was now dead on the ground. There was Lauren standing there with sparks flying out of her. She's okay. Demon let out a sigh of relief when he realized it and hearing the order to sit. He didn't need to be told to, he would've done it anyway. He was tired. He moved his body over just enough so that he wouldn't squash the girl he'd been fighting. The moment of peace didn't last long as several soldiers came barreling out armed with what looked like explosives.


Demon knew that he'd nearly hurt the girl before and that explosive at this range would be dangerous. He scooped up Lyra in one arm and shielded her as he roared at the soldiers. Kill them. Protect her. He moved without question standing upright and roaring at the men with their weapons again. He backed himself to the wall and spread his arms again. "Go away!" He screamed at them in as terrifying a voice as he could muster in warning, but the soldiers only moved closer. Demon wouldn't give them the chance to fire. He slammed his hands together again and watched the wave of energy fling the soldiers away. Panic was filling Demon. This place was dangerous. He needed to get out, but he couldn't leave either of the women. What do? His head hurt and he wanted to stop trying to think, but he couldn't afford to at that moment.

 

[Mitchs98]

@Kiroshiven


Vampire




Vampire grinned as the tonfa scythe connected with his chest, she didn't care that he'd blocked the wing jab as it was mostly a distraction. Seeing him breathe out his smoke her eyes widened. Bringing her left wing in front of her she blocked part of the cloud but not all of it, she tried her best to hold her breath but the smoke stung her eyes and face causing her to gasp sharply and inhale the smoke. Coughing she glared at him, she wasn't sure what the smoke would do, but she knew it couldn't be anything good.

 

[SniperBus]

Vex went to bed that night having gave away nothing at the card table. Of course, she didn't win anything either, but the card games went long into the night, with drinks all around. She wasn't particularly drunk, she had shit to do tomorrow, after all. Moderating matches was no fun, but someone had to do it.


Hours later, she woke up from her alarm clock, five minutes before the alarm. She slid out of bead, slung her deathbox over her shoulder, and made her way to the hangar. The flashed a security pass to countless people, going up the elevator, walking over to the hangar-style arenas, and climbing up a ladder on the outside of one led her to the roof for eliminating threats. She could access any of the fights, but she was assigned to the fight with Demon and Saint that day.


Vex made her way across the rooftop, sliding down to a catwalk above the one-way glass roof. It was extremely strengthened, and only the people standing on it could see down into the arena. What a great fight.. And, oh, there goes pompous bastard #3 off the list.. She thought, smiling. The set the deathbox on the floor with a thunk, and it folded out into her railgun as the soldiers stormed into the hangar, disrupting the match. Orders are orders.. Vex hit a button on the wall, then selected the sections of flooring she wanted to fold back. The mechanism completed its movements, and at this time, she heard Demon's shout: "GO AWAY!". He thundered. Vex laid down, putting the gun to her shoulder. She loaded in one of her heavy explosive rounds, pushing the bolt forwards.


The soldiers were in a thin line, dispersed away from Saint, Demon, and Lauren. She took aim at one, pulling on a pair of extreme noise-cancelling headphones, and pulled the trigger slowly. The bullet exploded from the gun, sliding Vex back three feet, and accelerating the bullet to mach 4 in under a second. The shockwave that came from it rumbled the room, but didn't break anything: the room had been strengthened against anything, after all. She just hoped their eardrums were fine. Less than a tenth of a second later, the bullet had crossed the tiny distance, releasing a massive explosion that killed the soldier she originally hit with a headshot, and then the explosive wave either killed the others outright, or the shrapnel kicked up by the explosion did.


@Kiroshiven @TheLoneRook

 

[Kiroshiven]

Fox smirked as she glared at him. "Dear, did anyone ever tell you that you look lovely when you're angry?" Fox's eyes glowed as the hallucinogens wormed their way through Vampire's blood. He decided to join her on her trip into a world unlike any other. The room wavered and shifted as the reality that once was there was replaced by something much darker.


The land was barren. What once was a sealed off hangar was now a ruined city painted the color of blood and night. The smell of oil, sulfur, iron and other metals clung to and burned the nose, overpowering the underlying scent of rotting flesh. Well isn't this a pleasant vision? Fox nearly puked as he ran his hand along the red dirt that was beneath them. Above them was a sea of starts flashing in various colors. It was like watching a light show, but sadly there was no time to look at the scenery anymore.


They were surrounded.....well, Vampire was anyway. He was well aware of the illusions and his mind could tell the difference if he needed. Monsters of metal and stone crafted much to look like smaller versions of the golem from the party the night before. Marble was it? Fox thought as he observed the illusions as they took notice of Vampire. I'll have to tend to my wound soon enough. The blood flowing down his chest could become a serious hazard and he still had to go watch Margaret's fight. Fox merely smiled as he disappeared into the crowd of golems as their hands morphed into sharpened blades. One vampire versus two hundred regenerating golems. I wonder who will win? And even more interestingly. I wonder when her mind will break? Fox ran his hand along one of the golems' blades. The pain of having his hand cut open was severe but after taking some deep calming breaths he looked and the cut wasn't there. Illusions are only as powerful as the mind perceives them. Good luck Vampire. Fox picked up his Nodach and sat down in a corner of the hangar to watch the combat between Vampire and her mind.


@Mitchs98

 

[Daisy589816]

Kit jammed her gun back into her holster right after she fired the two shots. This was all a matter of waiting and observing. She found it hard to believe that the girl's only weapon of choice was a hair ribbon.


Only the bullet that hit her shoulder affected her. Any more strikes at the torso would be pointless.





Next phase. Just as Kit advanced towards Ribbon, she saw the blur of an object whipping at her at the speed of lit. Out of habit, she tried to block it with her palm. The ribbon snagging on her fingers, the blade tore through the flesh of her fingers and the girl clamored. It was like a paper cut times eighty. The lethal abilities of that ribbon had to have been built off of more than the speed that she hurled it at. Wise. He alias suited her.


She snarled at the sight of her bleeding fingers as drop-by-drop of blood dribbled onto the ground profusely. She didn't strike back just yet, but she continued to gradually advance towards Ribbon, clenching her fist to keep the cuts from opening at little as possible.


Shit! I won't be doing that again...


~


Steel stood at the gates of the arena sucking his teeth, his head cocked off to the side as she tried to recall exactly how much he drank the previous night. The pulsing yellow light leaked from the cracks of her armor and reflected on the unaffected areas of his skin. However much it was, he still felt it, but this was the aftermath. In spite of being hungover and looking terrible, Steel still smirked at the vague--very vague--memories of him living it up before the long weeks ahead. He thought odd thoughts before the battle started, like how he liked the combat boots he was issued and how the camouflage pants were a lot more comfy and soft than they looked in the movies. He yawned and rubbed his dormant eyes, his sleeve of his metal armor producing hollow clanking sounds. He tried to get his head in the game as he waited for the gates to open, his will to fight seeming to lack motivation. He was having too much fun at this place.


"Damon Michael Walker! I can't even believe this! You've managed to disappoint me and your father more than you already have! I didn't even think that was possible!"





He was a freshman in high school that year. He remembered, because he miraculously made friends with the upperclassmen at a beer pong party. Back then, like he was as he now stood at those gates, he was hungover, except worse. He didn't mean to laugh at the last thing his mother said, but he couldn't help even the short bursts of snickers that crept from his pursed lips.


"You think this is funny, boy? Worrying your mother like that?" his dad added in. They were both clearly appalled.


"I think it's funny how the relapsing alcoholic is talking about being disappointed in her son for drinking. What's even more funny is how you spend an odd amount of time at work every night and you're bitching at me for worrying mom. I don't even think it's possible that you two call yourselves Christians. If you're gonna do all of that shit, you could at least be honest about it instead of parading yourselves around like the best things since sliced bread."





His father's face erupted into a violent shade of red and his mother's instantly became iced-over and glassy as she looked to her husband.


"Since you think you're man enough to mouth off to me, stand up and fight me, boy. Stand up!"





Steel remembered how he hesitated to stand up for a moment. Just as he did, his mother stepped in front of him.


"Linda, move!" But she didn't budge.


"Ronald, please stop!"


"No. Let him fight me. Come on, son. Let's fight. Fight me!"





The gates finally opened. His eyes seemed to be emptied of their color since the mutation, but beneath the violently bright arena lights, his irises appeared to have vanished. So did his nonchalant behavior. His fists clenched and he seemed to have been radiating hatred through his stare as it met his opponent.


"You wanna fight? We'll fight then!"





@TheLoneRook @Mitchs98

 

[TheLoneRook]

Rook's flurry ceased. His arms lowered, the winds began to calm, though slowly. She had nestled herself into a hole. Was she trying to be crushed? No, she was smarter than that. It was another plan of hers. She wanted him to come to her now. She was smart at least. She knew what she had and what she didn't. He was starting to become irritated with chasing after the little bird so long, but he supposed that was simply how this game would be played. He needed his own plan.


He pulled the handles of his maces from their holsters and the balls flew up to meet them. He began his steady pace towards the girl, his tail whipping back and forth, the ball whipping up the wind around him as he moved. She was keeping herself tightly nestled in a hole, and as long as these winds stayed, she couldn't rely on her wings to carry her safely away. He extended his arms out , releasing his orbs on either side of him. Using the magnetic fields, he managed to polarize them into maintaining the same distance to each other, the metal floor allowing them to float at the height they were placed. The whipping tail motions Rook produced began to force the orbs to spin, kicking them up into a blur of heavy metal. She could dodge a single cannonball well enough, but could she dodge a projectile cyclone? "Tough talk coming from the coward in the crater." he responded, crossing his arms over his chest as his tail did most of his work for him.




The challenger yelled at him. Though he wasn't someone who ever enjoyed fighting, he didn't like the look of this guy. Angry, tortured, almost empty. Someone who'd been through too much too soon. He had to remind himself that not everyone could be saved with a passive hand on the shoulder and reaffirming words. Some needed more hands on affirmation.


Ignis hefted his sword onto his shoulder, which would have normally burnt him to hell if not for the fact that he was already burning. He started walking, clearing the distance. His training had taught him two things. The first, always assume your opponent is an honorable one. The second, always be prepared for when they aren't. He didn't see a lot of honor in a man more focused on what was in his own head than what was in front of him, but he wouldn't be comfortable striking someone he didn't understand. The box above them shadowed a space on the arena floor, they were watching. He didn't like the idea, but it wasn't his place to ask questions, not yet.


"You have me mistaken, friend. I'm not doing this because I want to." he explained, his hands alight in flame, his grip on his sword tightening with each passing second. He put an arm behind his back and leaned into his stance, sword poised where his opponent's throat would rest.


"I'm doing this because I have to."




First there was a Demon trying to kill her. Then there was a beautiful blonde in the sky. Then there was SOLDIERS pointing GUNS AT PEOPLE. Then the soldiers went "sploom". Then there was Lyra, covered in soot, shrapnel caught in her hair, poised next to a child-like monstrosity of a person, gazing up at a lady who apparently was fond of putting holes in things. Lauren had found her way to the floor, already petting Demon to calm him down. On the other side of the arena, where the freight elevator Demon rode was, the other big guy, Marble, was waddling his way over, the little antenna strapped to his head spinning wildly. Lauren was like some sort of action commando, she started shouting orders and looking all badass. Lyra picked up her things and held them in her arms in a cluttered pile, not sure of how to make herself useful.


"Marble, build a shield arm. Demon, you stay with Marble. If he goes somewhere, you go with him. Vex I SWEAR TO GOD if you keep BLOWING UP THESE HANGARS, so help me I will SET OFF YOUR AMMO SALVOS IN YOUR SLEEP." she bellowed to the sky, apparently there was some chick named "Vex" up there too or something. Then they had company, again. A whole new batch of soldiers, these ones a lot less friendly looking. Behind them sat a man in a suit, similar to Man in Suit #1, rest in pieces. Lyra looked behind her to see Marble had taken a massive chunk out of the floor and strapped it to his arm. It looked like the metal was starting to turn into the same stone-like substance that covered his body. That's a neat trick, she thought. The long "shield arm" covered Demon, who looked terrified. All things aside, she felt for the guy. It was one thing to sign up for this willingly, but he hadn't asked to become a big scary dude. Lauren quickly powerwalked her way past the guards and started a very aggravated, yet hushed conversation with Man In Suit #2. Lyra had rifles trained to her face. She decided to put her helmet on.


@Daisy589816 @Kiroshiven

 

[Mitchs98]

@Daisy589816


Ribbon




Ribbon winced as Kit grabbed her ribbon, she hadn't expected her to do that, at all really. She'd expected her to dodge it, if only partially, not grab it and mess her hands up. Regardless she shook her head, as much as she didn't want to have to fight her she had to even if she didn't win. She didn't want to die for something as simple as refusing to fight. If anything, she could eventually fake defeat. As Kit advanced Ribbon slowly backed up to match her pace. Eventually she lashed at her several times in quick succession, aiming for her arms, chest, and shoulders. She had to gauge her reaction speed if she wanted a chance at winning this.


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@Kiroshiven


Vampire




Vampire continued coughing when the scents of the illusion met her nostrils. She looked around at the destruction, at-least it had been a hallucinogen and not poison. Though, this hallucination seemed all to real to her. Especially after a golem swung and nearly took her head off. "What the hell..?" She mumbled, looking down at the blood dripping from her cut on her arm due to the golems' strike. She was absolutely surrounded by them, and the pain felt too real, but she knew or atleast thought it was an illusion. Regardless if she didn't act soon it was clear she'd be killed or severely wounded. Taking to the air she guaged how many were around her, way more than she could comfortably count. One of them grabbed her by her leg and slammed her to the ground. Coughing and groaning she pushed herself up. "Flying is a no.." She muttered.


Glaring at the things she figured she had to try to combat them, so she tore into them only to have them regenerate. She had to think of a plan, but what? How would she bypass the illusion without destroying it?

 

[Daisy589816]

She tried to read the path of every strike the way she would a punch, which was somewhat effective. She allowed the ribbon the strike her a few times, for a majority of the strikes either bounced off of her armor or merely scraped off it. Her dodging abilities were keen from training and fighting back home, but she still wasn't able to dodge all of the strikes. One nicked her the cheek, stinging almost more than the one that she tried to catch. Another at another vulnerable area at the collar of her Kevlar suit, leaving her with a light cut on her collarbone. This was a lot more risky than she thought it would be. A cut too deep at the neck would kill off her almost in an instant. The thought alone placed her on the verge of terror.


One could never win a fight if they had to stop every time they were hit though. She kept onward, her eyes focused on the movement and her first target. For now the most he could do was protect her vulnerable areas. She threw her arm up to block the ribbon, swiftly wrapping it around the armor. She slid to the ground in front Ribbon as the blade began to uncoil from her arm and swept her leg beneath hers to get her off of her feet.


@Mitchs98

 

[Lungfish]

Fish was surprised by the absence of monitors around her bed when she was awakened by the blaring siren. She groggily followed orders as the group made their way to their yet unknown destination, having not slept well the night before. The sensation of sleeping without ECG monitors on her chest and cannula inserted in her nose was welcome but foreign, something that felt like it was from another life. Really, this was her fifth life. She had always mentally separated the eras she'd experienced as different lives, too different to all belong to one person: health, illness, remission, slow death–– and now, her true rebirth.


Fish returned from thought as the team came to a stop and received their orders. Taking in her surroundings, she wondered whether she'd have access to water in this sparring match. It'd certainly be a familiar environment, not to mention the advantage provided by her improved anatomy. As Joeb led her and her partner (Fish groaned internally, hoping the woman wouldn't be as dramatic and problematic as she'd been the previous night) to their hangar, she surveyed her options. The trident she'd been provided felt balanced in her hand, and the knife was plenty sharp, but she had no prior experience in combat. Fish could already feel her refined reflexes and strength, but figured they wouldn't be all that useful unless she knew what to do with her weapons. Clearing her head as she stood across from the bottle-breaker, she waited until the woman spoke, saying she looked familiar.


Shrugging, she replied. "You're a hell of a lot younger than me, so I doubt we've met, but you recognize me because we were in similar careers, correct? You've got swimmer's shoulders." Fish glanced up and down the woman's body before continuing, but scolded herself for finding her attractive. She hadn't been in a relationship since her remission, and even then it had been. . . complicated, to say the least. And besides, this girl was at least ten years her junior, and probably prone to outbursts like she'd demonstrated at the party. "I was a gold medalist in duet synchronized swimming in the '64 Olympics, so my bet's that you saw me in the games." She paused, smiling at the water collecting on the floor. "I didn't catch your name last night. What'd they call you when you woke up?" She asked. "Or, your real name, if you prefer. Mine's Marine, but I'm fine with Fish." While she spoke English without a trace of her native accent, she could never accept the British pronunciation of her name. It always rolled off her tongue as purely as her mother used to say it. She rolled her shoulders and stretched her neck, warming up for the fight she knew was coming but wanted to delay for as long as possible.


@Kiroshiven

 

[IthacaAlexandria]

Aurora figured the salty, bitter scent wafting to her from the spinning of the bo staff. It was not too much of an interesting skill as of right now, but she figured she could use it in the field. She would have to demonstrate this later. She could see that the other woman was getting uneasy at her staring, she didn't need scent to know that. Well, truthfully she felt like the extra scent sense was a waste, but she couldn't show that.


She rolled her shoulders once again and flicked her baton out, but made no noise. She could at least have this advantage over her. The slender girl assumed this was more of a gladiator fight than what they had let on. She puffed out her chest and let out a long and loud sigh.


What was going to save her was figuring out what the hell the grenades were for.


@LadyMatsudai

 

[Kiroshiven]

Demon was shocked that people had been killed suddenly. However, he looked down to see that Lyra was okay and let out a sigh of relief. Safe. He felt the tension in him leave when Lauren approached and began helping him relax a bit more. No fight. The exhaustion of having pushed his physical capabilities to their max for the length of time he had without ever practicing the use of his newly acquired abilities combined with the searing pain of being burnt from a the lance weighed heavily on him. He felt like he could fall asleep at any moment.


Marble came up and started walking over to them and forming a giant shield on his arm. Fight again? Demon felt antsy as he thought he was going to have to fight his friend, but it turned out that it wasn't the case. Marble moved between Demon and the new soldiers that appeared. He felt himself growl as they all seamed weary of him, Marble and Lauren. He felt afraid, but he used one of his hands to try and slide Lyra behind him and Marble. It wasn't that he liked Lyra, after all she'd been fighting him just a few minutes ago. He just felt responsible for protecting her at that moment, much like the leader of a pack would do. Demon watched as Lauren conversed with the strange man in a suit. His body tensed in fear and preparation. If things became heated, he'd grab both the women and run straight through the torn apart hangar door in front of them.


@TheLoneRook




"That's where I saw you!" Aqua nearly jumped in excitement. The water around her splattered the walls as she had moved, but stopped herself from getting off the ground. "You were one of the reasons I ended up competing! Though I couldn't do the whole synchronized swimming. It wasn't exciting enough for me. I went into the 100 meter freestyle." Aqua became rather excited as she spoke about her profession. This woman before her was a legend and fellow athlete. Finally, someone I can talk to. The question of her name came up and Aqua just smiled.


"Formerly known as Marie Nethers, I go by Aqua now. You can plainly see why." She lifted her right hand into the air and the water that had been flowing from her formed into a giant spear hovering in the air. "Kinda cool isn't it? I can control water now, though it means I can't compete anymore, even if we do win the war. They'd constantly think I was cheating." Aqua laughed and did her best to hide the pain about losing the ability to compete. It wasn't about the money or the fame, she loved the good competition. "Anyway, they've already told us they'll kill us if we run. So how about we get started?" Aqua grinned as she threw her arm forward as if throwing a javelin and the massive spear of water went rushing towards her opponent. Just need to trap her in the bubble. She shouldn't be any problem then.


@Lungfish




Fox continued to smoke his pipe as he felt his would closing up. This upgrade on our bodies are pretty impressive. Would've taken me ages to heal before this. He smiled as he looked up to watch Vampire getting slammed back on the ground. To him and the people observing this, it looked more like she threw herself on the ground. There was nothing that grabbed her and nothing that forced her down. She just crashed into the floor. The illusions are as real as the mind makes them to be. And sadly for her, they should last until I end them. Fox stood up and started walking towards vampire with his nodachi drawn. I don't want to make them think you're useless or anything Vampire, but I made a promise that I have to keep.


Fox got within the range of his nodachi and swung towards Vampire's stomach with the dull back of the blade. He merely wanted to knock her out rather than kill her. After all, they were ordered NOT to kill their opponent. If he left her fighting the visions too long, she could die, but if she fell unconscious the vision would cease when she awoke, at least that's what he hoped would happen. He hadn't experience it himself yet, but that's what the examiners believed when they retrieved him from his burial spot.


@Mitchs98




Feather watched as Rook pulled out his maces handles. Here it is. However, he didn't throw them forward. Instead, he kept them at a low level and used his tail to create a cyclone. Ugh. You just have to use your brain here didn't you? The rest of the time you've been going gung ho to get me and NOW you choose to let up? Are you serious?! Feather grumbled to herself as the winds went hectic around her. She was still secure in the wall. The wings themselves seemed to be made of the same material as her feathers so she could actually break the walls. I've got to get out of this tight spot. I'm basically a bird of prey and I can't do well in close environments like this when dealing with a massive wall of brute force. Feather looked around and only could keep coming back to the door a few feet below her. I'm crazy, literally insane for thinking up this idea, but it'll have to do. I can't keep fighting him here.


Feather scrunched herself up into the hole more. Her wings were bent and the bottoms of her feet were against it as well. Here goes nothing. One, two, three! She pushed herself off the wall with all of her might forward and up, directly to the top of the whirlwind making sure to stay away from the orbs that were the center of the bloody thing. Her speeds were drastically higher than she could've managed on her own as she rode the winds in the circle.Now for the real test. She tilted herself as she spiraled downward, still riding the winds ever so slightly. It's now or never! Feather flexed her wings and increased the speed the winds were carrying her as she dove towards the door.


As she barely managed to break free from the power of the tornado, Feather shot her feathers into the door. She didn't need a lot of space, just a hole big enough for her to get out through. The feathers did managed to tear into and weaken the metal of the door, but it didn't look like it would be enough. This is gonna hurt. She covered her head with her arms and wings and crashed into and straight through the door, but it did hurt. Feather now couldn't fly for thirty seconds and she felt like she may have broken something from the impact, but she did make it outside. As she reached for her gun with her left hand she felt the surging pain of her arm not exactly bending how it was supposed to. The sheer force of impact broke my arm......lovely. Feather rolled her eyes as she took the pistol up in her right hand and moved away from the door. Now all she had to do was stall out until she could get into the air once more.

 

[Mitchs98]

@Daisy589816


Ribbon

Ribbon winced as she saw her blade cut near Kit's throat. Please be okay, please be okay.. She thought repeatedly and frantically to herself, waiting for the worst to happen which would be the skin to open up fully and blood to pour everywhere, Kit effectively dying in the process. She sighed with relief as it didn't and she seemed fine, all things considered. Her momentary panic causing her to be suddenly knocked flat on her ass by Kit's kick, as well as for her to lose a ribbon. She was no where near strong enough to rip it away from the woman, especially slightly dis-orientated.


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@Kiroshiven


Vampire




Vampire had no idea how long she had been fighting these things, nor had she come up with a sufficient plan to escape the illusion. She had several light cuts and a few deep ones across her body where her wings failed to protect her in time. All things considered, she was holding up quite nicely. All of a sudden, however, she was hit in the stomach by a nodachi that came out of no where. The force of the blow sent her backwards several feet to land on the ground coughing and gasping, though it didn't knock her out she was on the verge of losing conciousness and she was certain several internal organs were damaged. She would of given up then and there, if it weren't for one thing. Those golems didn't have nodachis, nor were they smart or fast enough to land such a massive blow. Only one other thing in the room could of done that, and that was Fox.


Shakily she stood, ignoring the golems altogether, narrowing her gaze on the Fox that wavered into exsistance. "I have to admit..you almost had me." She told him, grinning faintly and coughing, holding her arm across her stomach. "But I'm not done yet. Come on Fox boy. Your magic weed has lost it's tricks." She added soon after.

 

[Kiroshiven]

Fox Smirked as he threw the nodachi over his shoulder. She's tough I'll give her that. But it seems she's only brought me into existence. Fox shrugged as he looked at her. "Well, your brain has at least put me into the right place. And the illusion is wearing off, but how long til you breathe it in again? There's no such thing as an immunity to the combination of toxins in my lungs." Fox controlled himself as he glared and felt rage build inside as he mumbled the next part. "That is until they make an antitoxin in the lab for in case i go rogue." Forcing the smile back on his face, Fox cleared his throat. "Are you sure that you can keep up this and still protect yourself from smoke?" Fox still had his pipe in the other hand. He took in a breath of it and felt it settling in his chest. "I mean, at this rate I could probably fill the entire room with smoke within thirty minutes and all I'd have to do is keep dodging. You've gotta be hurting after taking a hit like that. And that was just the flat of the blade." Fox ran his fingers across his chest. It hurt, but it wouldn't hold him back too much. "Though I have to admit I'm impressed, you got me quite well." His fangs emerged as he started planning out his next move should she decide to continue.


@Mitchs98

 

[TheLoneRook]

The very weary Joeb sat in a small, dark room, the walls lined almost infinitely with monitors, surveying the various trials of CI9. Many were moving quite smoothly, some had concluded. There was a disturbance in Sector 3, but it had been dealt with (and apparently caused) by other operatives, leaving Joeb all but distraught with boredom. Behind Joeb was Mr. Quozak of Definition Inc., the primary financial supporter and tyrannical overseer of the Counter Initiative program. Originally the project was government funded, but it was moved to the private sector after CI4 to keep its secrets well-kept. This had seemed like an excellent idea on paper, until the Euro Conglomerate handed the operations over to quite arguably the most criminal group of corporations the EC had ever seen. They paid well, however, and the program had everything it needed, so there was never much incentive to make a fuss about it.


The businessman who'd perished in Sector 3 was one of many. Plenty of people approached new units, or even old units, and found out the hard way that the program trains soldiers, not pushovers. Lauren, one of the senior units of ECHO, was once found throwing a vice president of Definition Inc. from a helicopter after being asked for a sexual favor in exchange for a day outside of headquarters. Though the units of the CI program cultivated time away from headquarters, no one was particularly interested in being friendly towards the corporate heads that followed their every move.


"This is Sector 6 to Oversight we have an attempted breach in progress, please advise."


Joeb's boredom vanished and was quickly replaced with anxiety. "Which unit?" he asked, his eyes trained on the door monitor for Setor 6. The radio crackled as the response came out muddled.


"Unit confirmed as CI306."


Joeb sighed, placing his hands on the console in front of him. Mr. Quozak cleared his throat, and Joeb had the sudden urge to kill him where he stood, but trained behavior had taught him to resist said urge. "Enigma, Definition Incorporated does not tolerate extended liabilities. See that it is dealt with personally."


Joeb was gone, and then he had returned. Somewhere else. His hand took hold of her chin, lifting her head as he placed a blade to her throat. In the distance he heard a whistle, and his single cut was stalled as his head shot up. CI630, Rook, stood in his own hurricane, arms crossed, his eyes gleaming. "What's this all about then?" the immovable object called.


"She's been accused of attempting to escape the premises. I'm just following orders."


"Find some new orders then, I'm not going to see all my hard work go to waste."


"What do you want me to do, tell them you asked nicely? It's not happeni-"


Enigma was then struck in the face by a 150lb magnetic hammerhead flying at roughly Mach 2. The orb ricocheted from his face into the adjacent wall, tearing an entirely new hole in the building. The force had sent Enigma into the wall behind him, leaving Feather with her jugular vein intact. Rook took a forceful jump back to the wall behind him on the opposite side of the arena, calling the elevator that led back to the tram line to headquarters. Joeb was entirely conscious, watching Rook, one eye closed for the camera on his right. If Feather bothered to look at him, she would see him mouth the word "Go". Rook didn't speak, based on Joeb's single red eye gazing at him from afar, they were keeping up appearances for a crowd they couldn't see. He simply waited, hoping that Feather wasn't suicidal enough to wait until Joeb would have to try again.


(Marble/Lauren/Lyra post soon to come)


@Kiroshiven

 

[Mitchs98]

@Kiroshiven


Vampire




Vampire glared at him as he spoke, he had a very valid point. Her insides hurt like hell and she was sure if she was anything less than a Natural she would be dead right now. Coughing and wincing in pain as she did so she thought over his words. Sure, she could fight him and probably lose, maybe even die in the process. But there was just one thing wrong with this theory: She still kept her old personality. Sighing she waved him off and sat on the floor, slumping over. "Fuck that. Not worth my time to basically injure myself. I can barely move as is. You win Fox boy. Knock me out or whatever and get this over with." She replied, a grin on her face the entire time. At-least she knew he'd be a useful ally in combat.

 

[Kiroshiven]

Fox chuckled as he walked up to her. He decided to help her out a bit. "Do you mind?" He smiled at her as he picked her up bridal style and started walking toward one of the elevators that would take them back. "I expect they'll have someone down stairs waiting to fix us up. We'll have them take a look at your injuries when we get down their okay sweetheart?" His tails slammed into the button, which ended up being more like a soft punch because of their lack of mass. The elevator came and Fox loaded onto it. When they reached the bottom, he set Vampire down. "Rest here, I've got somewhere I need to go." He started walking to the one that should've been Margaret's. Vampire and Margaret. They're both lovely in their own rights. He smirked as he thought about stupid things until he reached Margaret's elevator. "Now to get up their and watch."


@Mitchs98




Feather felt the steel against her throat. She wanted to say that she wasn't escaping, but making the fight fair for her. They literally took away her greatest strength when they bottled her up with Rook, but any movement would get her killed. That's when Rook interrupted and threw the guy into the hangar. "Fucking prick, I wasn't running. I was making it even playing grounds, but if our boss' are to stu-" she stopped herself short as she remembered that they were being watched and listened to still. It was a rather huge annoyance being someone else's property when they were the ones that changed her in the first place. Whatever, I'll kill them all later. No need to do anything else to get on their shit list.


She simply closed her mouth and walked over to the elevator beside Rook. "Don't expect a thank you. A swift death may have been better than continuing as the Boss' play toy." She said roughly to the demon before trying to smack the back of his head with her wing. "And that's for trying to kill me in this little box." She figured it wouldn't hurt, he was literally too dense for that. She watched as her feathers grew back in, but continued cradling her broken arm. I guess Lauren will have a bit of work to do after this. Feather sighed as the elevator arrived and she stepped inside. She sat down as she started taking the feathers out of her dress and piling them up on the floor. "I think I'll turn these into throwing knives. Could be useful." And as long as I'm not against someone as dense as Rook, they should cut through most anything. She smiled and started humming a song her mother sang to her a lot when she was a child.


@TheLoneRook

 

[Daisy589816]

She quickly jumped to her feet, taking a step back from Ribbon as she fell. She let the ribbon slide down into the hand that wasn't cut and tossed it aside. She was surprised at the concern the girl was showing throughout the fight, and it made her try her hardest to not be swayed by it. It was hard. She wasn't used to that kind of treatment from her opponents. She grabbed her Beretta and tossed that to the side as well. The Beretta was followed by her Koch which was still slung on her back. She assumed her fighting stance again, her hand balled in fist near her face, her chin low, and her eyes straight. If all else failed, she would have to rely on her augments along with her hand-to-hand skills if she was going to survive this fight.


@Mitchs98


~


Steel cracked his neck as she met his opponent in the center of the arena and took the same ready stance. Whoever paired this fight must have had a lust for fire and explosions. His mind was still wrapped around the thought of how brutal the fight with his dad was. He lost the fight, nearly strangled at the hands of his own father. But from that point on, he knew that he would never go down without a fight, ever. He could have been a screw-up, obnoxious, and careless, but he would never be a coward. Not like his parents. He looked in the eyes of the man on fire, his expressions wiped clean, though the way he flexed his fingers might have given slight indication that he was still a bit jittery.


"Steel." he said plainly.


@TheLoneRook

 

[Verminlord]

Last night Chloe had decided to live her life the best she could, despite the unusual situation and problems there were sure to appear in her way. Being woken in the morning by a bloody alarm and ushered through the base into a giant combat arena, where she would be forced to fight or die was starting to shake that resolve a little. Still, Joeb had told them that killing your opponent was forbidden, so hopefully whoever she got would pull their punches a bit.


Chloe watched as a few of the others were taken away for their match, but before long one of the guards came for her, switching her pistols ammo for non-lethal and indicating towards the area she was to be fighting in. She was also instructed not to bite anyone, as the anti-venom was still being synthesised. As if she would. I guess this is it, time to show them I'm worth keeping alive. Somehow.


Her opponent was soon revealed to be the girl from last night, Lila. Who apparently couldn’t remember anything if her shouting was to be believed. Still, she was glad it was someone she sort of knew, and not one of those giant guys. She went to answer but before she could reply her opponent raised her rifle towards her and -Jerk right- fired a shot, missing. It seemed she could dodge bullets. A slight smile appeared on her face as a strange feeling came over her, adrenalin? Combat rush? Either way this would certainly get interesting.


It was only fair to see how fast her opponent could react after that. Chloe burst into action, grabbing, aiming and firing her dual pistols in a fraction of a second. The two shots had been slightly spread, to hopefully prevent a dodge if Lila's suit gave her similar reactions.


@SniperBus

 

[SniperBus]

Lila smiled as her opponent did little more than spasm, making the bullet miss. Slightly disturbing, to say the least.. She thought, her smile growing into a huge grin. Too bad she'll get beat, here and now. Suddenly, the woman pulled out her pistols at extreme speed. Lila stopped thinking, immediately moving her left shoulder back and stepping to the right. One shot whistled past where she just was, and the other one ricocheted off of the armor plate on her breast. Lila felt where it hit, it left a small dent. Hundreds of those in the same place might pierce the armor.


Lila moved into action, a manic grin on her features. She released a spray of bullets in only a second, strafing to the right at full speed as she did so. She then hit the button that made the gun fold backwards, forming into a fully-automatic double barreled shotgun. She walked backwards, centered on her opponent.


@Verminlord


Vex

Vex smiled with glee as Lauren shouted at her from the hangar's floor, saying something about 'blowing up the hangars'. "Sure can do, boss.." She said to herself, walking back over to the control panel that deployed different sections of the floor. Vex tapped a button to deploy a ladder down to the floor, and then tapped a button to make the deathbox fold back to its original shape. A section of roofing folded backwards, extending a ladder down to the ground. Vex slung the deathbox over her shoulder, then slid down the ladder to the floor, next to where Lauren was currently negotiating for Demon's life.


Man in suit #3... I'll have your head, one of these days. She thought, smiling instead of giving him the death glare he deserved.