Villains & Heroes II: Endless Battle: RP Thread

[DailyRoLord]

Sir Fission
Sir Fission leapt out of his car, not even bothering to acknowledge that it was parked in the middle of University Avenue. He was well aware that it may be damaged. But that an example the prices you pay when you're a hero. He'd be fortunate if his car was left unharmed. Fission studied the fight. He ignored Man O' Might. The other heroes had it under control. Fission could play a supporting role.

Fission was horrified when the metal demon seized one of the heroes. He tried to study the hero being grabbed. The man had a suit of some sort, though Fission couldn't keep his eyes focused on the target. Could it be the Frostbite that texted Man O' Might? Suddenly, one moment, the target was laying on the ground. The next, he was in a chair, right next to Fission.

Something about a music challenge unfolded. Fission appreciated music- but he could tell this "concert" would be ear-damaging. Not the kind of concert people would want tickets to, he joked to himself. Fission wanted no part in this musical competition. Therefore, he stood next to the injured man whom he presumed to be Frostbite. Fission knelt next to this man.

"Are you Frostbite?" Fission didn't expect a reply, but he nevertheless asked the wounded man.

archur

 

[archur]

Minor Arc 1​

The daemon grumbled as it realized that something had rested upon his neck and ears, only barely noticing the self appointed 'judge' flapping his jaw at his challenger. His maniacal grinned turned into a sneer as he noticed more people have come to delay his guitar duel. The earbuds and phone melted into his skin as he absorbed them, turning his gaze from the challenger to a flying nuisance that plagued his vision. This was one of those 'hero' figures trying to catch his attention. He only snorted and raised his top leftmost hand upwards to the sky, his pointed claws arcing with red lightning, causing all nearby electronics to short out and gain a sinister red glow. Namely, this was to get the annoying fly out of his face, and to try and hurt Frostbite a little more if he was within range. Phones went dead, car alarms went off, and the entire city block went dark all when the daemon released the red static into the air.

Speaking of judges, he stopped swiveling his head around to turn his gaze back to the new self appointed judge whose smug expression only left him burning with fury at his dead imps. He drew the material that the imps were made up back into himself, coalescing into a fifth arm, it's form already extended, his hand clenched into a fist except for one finger, the middle finger.

He created an arm out of his dead lackeys just to flip off Gust. That's pretty metal.

The remainder of the dead imps that hadn't been used to create the arm simply laid there, metal and circuitry splayed outwards from their necks. There were far fewer imps that before, but they crowded around their master's feet, who curled his flipped bird back up, a third arm to his large entourage of arms.

"WHERE IS MY JUDGE?" He shouted, looking for the one he appointed, the one with the suit and giant metal hand still attached to his head. His bottom rightmost hand glowed red, and clenched into a fist. A scream of agony resounded somewhere far off. "There he is." The imps raced after the noise.

"Now, the duel." He grinned again. "Your soul will be mine." He strummed a power chord, the noise instantly deafening those who would stray too close to his musical performance (Too close is relative, really. I'll say that it would be a good 10 or so meters from where he's standing.), leaving a ringing noise that would only last a few seconds, before hearing would return.

He began an easy hook, the beginning of a great Dragonforce song, Operation Ground and Pound. His fingers moved incredibly fast as he started 'slowly', only getting faster as he progressed through the initial hook. He began to slow, pointing a finger at his opponent punctuating the end of his first solo.

Frostbite
​

Frostbite couldn't move, until he felt himself in an enitrely different position, the burn scars from his recent venting screaming as he was shifted from a different position, his suit trying it's best to cool down him. Then the alarms came on, not just the car alarms, but his in-suit alarms. His body temperature was dangerously high, and he still couldn't see anything from the massive demon hand on his face.

"Get this thing off me..." He grunted, until the hand attached to his armor began to glow a blinding red, opening the vents to his suit again. A searing pain enveloped his body as he felt his skin begin to crisp from all his vents opening all at once. But that was only for a second, as they all closed again.

He heard something outside of the pain, but his suit barely picked up on it. All he could understand from the garbled speech was 'Frostbite'. He began to slowly try and freeze off the hand, and new alerts came up. Internal systems hacked, active countermeasures engaged.

He saw the lights turn off, and everything went gray. No blasts for now, he guessed. He struggled to his feet, and tried prying off the massive hand.

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[DailyRoLord]

Sir Fission
Fission awaited a reply from the man. He turned around, watching the battle unfold between the monster and the heroes. This villain sure was… strange. A guitar duel? Fission was confused by this.

“Get this thing off me…” Fission heard a moan. Coming from behind him. He turned around swiftly to see a large hand on the man’s suit. The hand was glowing red. Fission responded by stepping to the side. He conjured an strong kinetic ball, throwing it at the hand from an angle. He would hit the hand, but not the man.

archur

 

[doggodaily]

Daniel saw the hand come up and was still cautious. The static came and SPENCER began yelling, "Sir! Sir! Systems..s-s-s-shutting do-" He was cut off my static. "Goddamn it!" His jets were still running because all he used SPENCER for was to turn them on. The jets ran on actual fuel. "I'll try to make this thing mad." He thought to himself as he zoomed down to the guitar, he quickly kicked the strum, trying to make it make the rhythm mess up to the make the beast mad. Daniel then turned and zoomed away as fast as he could to get away. Daniel was still slowly conjuring the stone pillar underground...50% done.

 

[Hollycrest]

The girl watched everything unfolding around her with her skittish attention span, allowing her to take everything in with short glances. In front of her stood the metal demon, his imp army milling about near his feet until another arm protruded from his shoulder, creating a rather rude gesture. She assumed that it was meant for the new self-appointed judge and not her.

In the sky above there was something, presumably another hero, trying to pull the demon’s attention, but he was only irritating it. Suddenly the demon raised his hand and the electronics around the city block winked out. Fortunately the sun was still in the sky, so she could still see. Curious, she checked her amp and found that it was still working.

Behind her, the first judge was sprawled on the grass with a disembodied metal hand on his face. Someone was with him, so she hoped he would be okay.

Finally, the demon turned back to her and struck his first chord. When he did, a deafening blast of noise followed. However, some invisible force around the girl seemed to thicken, creating ripples around her in a two foot radius. She waited patiently for the demon to finish his solo, unfazed by the noise.
Although what she could hear from within her sound barrier was muffled considerably, she had to admit that the demon was pretty good. Had he not been a bloodthirsty villainous monster that was terrorizing the city, they could have even been friends. However, she pushed that thought out of her mind immediately. Whatever this thing was, it was not her friend.

When the demon ended his solo, the hero who had been circling above decided to try and mess up the end of the song by kicking the guitar. The pitch dipped slightly below what it should have been, but overall the demon didn’t seem fazed. He pointed at her, singaling that it was her turn.

“Okay, Marley, you can do this. It’s just like Battle of the Bands, except you’re playing for your soul instead of a lifetime supply of Sephora gift cards...piece of cake.”

She started a bit softer and than the demon had with a rendition of Queen’s Sheer Heart Attack, but it had the same fiery passion behind it. Her calloused fingers flew across the frets like mad, but instead of speeding up, she maintained a constant, albeit fast, tempo. Instead, her chords increased in volume and intensity. Ripples started forming in the air around her as her barrier collapsed outwards from the sheer sound, but instead of pure power and harsh loud metal, the music still had a pleasant melodic quality that seemed to permeate the surrounding area with a full, rich, and enjoyable sound.

All the while, the girl was smiling as she played. Despite being in the face of almost certain death, trying her best to keep her hands from shaking out of tune from fear and having a hunch deep down that the demon was going to find some way to cheat her, she was more focused on having fun than winning, which indirectly gave her an edge. Adrenaline flowed through her body, allowing her to play much harder than she was used to, yet still maintain her composure and the quality of her sound.

Unlike the demon who had started with a power chord, the girl ended with one, swinging her arm into the air like a pendulum; a mildly cliche yet iconic gesture in the business of rock and roll. The sheer power behind the final chord was so great that it was supernatural, unleashing a conical shockwave in front of her that was so strong it held enough force to knock even the burly metal demon off of his feet, as well as the self appointed judge out of his chair and backwards at least one yard.

The girl looked up and breathed a relieved sigh. Her blonde hair was a disheveled mess, sweat glistened on her neck and forehead and there was even steam curling off of her guitar.
However, the smile didn’t leave her face. Even if she died here...she felt accomplished.

archur Daunting_Doggo

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[archur]

Minor Arc 1
​

The Metal Machine stood with all of his arms crossed, besides from his fifth one, which absentmindedly strummed at the guitar. Watching. Analyzing. Finding some way to overpower what his opponent was presenting to him. It was certainly fast, not quite as fast as he normally liked, but fast enough to earn some respect. He bared his teeth at the annoying gnat that flew about above his head, focusing entirely on his opponent, who, as he watched, seemed really loose. Surprising, did she not realize her soul was at stake? He caught a smile, something that had surprised him even more. This isn't normal behavior for people about to lose their life. But what really took him off his feet was the final power chord, literally. The daemon shifted his feet against the shockwave sent against him, his feet digging into the ground.

It was just too... Good natured. His face twisted, first from a sneer, then to confusion, then to a sneer again. He shook his head in disbelief at her behavior, this didn't make sense.

"You've got some talent." Was all the daemon was able to muster, before starting something else.

???​

Oh,this was going too perfectly. His pawn was doing as instructed, sowing terror and carnage, and distracting the heroes. He would save his programming if he continued doing as instructed. He chortled to himself, too perfectly.

CONSOLE ONLINE
>Command
>engage/servoset1
>engage/servoset2
>engage/servoset3
>engage/drone.production1
>engage/wepfacil1
>engage/drone.production2
>engage/ordfacil1

>Release manual control
>Installing program/nan.nixe
...
>Successfully installed

Kill all the humans? y/n
y
Kill all the humans.

The time to strike was, now, while they were distracted. I began to disgorge the water that had filled me, depositing the wasted bodies of the scientists that I had eliminated to gain control of this laboratory. Metal pincers that I had installed on either side of myself stretched all across my new frame, bringing me out of the water with each inaudible step I took on the sand and seaweed underneath me.

As I breached the surface, I extended my head, a singular red 'eye' that had began to scan my quarry, humans. I had chosen this location as my base of assault as to catch as many humans as possible, and an area of high traffic is just too perfect. It was just in the distance. It would be perfect.

I take another few steps out from the beach, and step over fences and through streets and buildings, much more quickly than I had left the sea. This is too perfect. My approach is welcomed by a small group of law enforcers. Their cars are puny in comparison to me, and their gunfire does nothing to my thick shell. I crush their cars under my feet, and march ever closer to the International Airport.

The Metal Machine
​

Just as he was about to start strumming, the same red lightning that had once originated around his fingers now circled around his head. Again, the confused expression came across his face, before he fell to his knees. He took his hands off his guitar and clutched his hands to his head, "IT CAN'T BE!" The daemon shouted, before screaming in agony. He felt a greater presence leave his head, and a vacancy coming to fill that nothingness. The glow in his eyes dimmed significantly, and he got back up to his feet, using his guitar as a crutch.

"It seems you've won girl." He knelt down. "You didn't say what you wanted if you won." He reluctantly stated to the challenger.

Frostbite
​

"Thanks..." He looked up to whomever saved him, seeing a new face. It was that one newer hero. He snapped his fingers trying to remember, the metal of the suit not really making the snapping sound one would expect from the motion. "Sir... Fission? Thanks." He shook the hero's hand, and looked back at the 'battle' that ensued.

"You can get my autograph after we're done with this clown. Come on!"

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[GearBlade654]

Gear
Status: Alert
Armor Status: OK
This isn't good.
That thought was the only thing whizzing in my neurons right now. The loud clanking of my boots. A police officer tries to turn me back.
"Retired hero. Hope you don't mind."
"Uhhhh, sir? I highly suggest you turn back-very highly. You may be a hero-"
"And I've got to try to evac civilians, while messing up whatever that villain is planning."
I clank off, with the confused officer turning to his less-confused comrade.
"...Gear...can...trust..."
Yeah, I'm pretty sure my honesty is somewhat famous. Whatever-I have some rescuing to do.
Well, here goes. I gotta think-ah, you know what? Brute force will get me through this.

 

[Daunting_Doggo]

Gust​

Time till he can use his power:
1 hour

Tags:
archur
Location:
Near UNS

The metal man, who also coincidentally really enjoyed metal as in the music, was proceeding to ingest one of his imps and proceeded to create another arm just to flip Gust off. And adding to the injury he also sent his imps to get the other judge who was currently being assisted by a guy who can send Kamehameha waves. "Well, no need to add salt to injury christ, now if you could just give me my phone back..." as the creature melted the phone as well.

Now in this moment of time Gust would have loved to stop time and cover the guy in oil in order to melt him in the shape of a gigantic dildo but luckily he wasn't that dumb. He then just looked at an imp rapidly running towards him so he proceeded to get off his chair and use said chair to smash the approaching critter much to his discontent as he lost his sitting place.

Letting out a sigh of tiredness he saw lightning going around the demon's face only for him to say that the girl won; "Well you know as a judge I would've also said she won but since clearly, you don't need a judge I am just going to head off, ta.". As he turned around to leave.

 

[Hollycrest]

The girl hadn’t been paying any attention to the demon’s facial expressions as she played. Her once hyperactive mind had had a laserlike focus on the guitar all throughout her solo. When the demon complemented her, it took her a moment to come back to her senses. Her chest heaved from the energy she’d expended while playing. However, once she had registered what the demon had said she was quite taken aback.
“Oh. Umm, thanks? You’re not half bad either. I guess I got a little too into it.”

Suddenly, the demon cried out in bloodcurling agony. The girl simply watched with wide eyes as the lightning arced around his head, seemingly causing him a great deal of pain. Once it was over, he stalked towards her...and knelt.

The girl blankly stared up at the demon. “I...won?”
No tricks. Here he was, admitting defeat. No judge required.
She tried her best to contain her nervous excitement by planting her feet and willing herself not to tremble. It was slightly easier now that he was kneeling before her. A light smile slowly worked its way onto her face. Even if she hadn’t won anything aside from the chance to not have her soul consumed, it still felt like a win. However, the demon stated that she hadn’t asked what she wanted if she won.
“I don’t really know if you have anything that I want...but if the offer’s still on the tabe, how about this? You stop terrorizing folks, go back to wherever you came from and never return here. Also...I guess I could take your guitar?”

archur

 

[doggodaily]

Daniel watched as the two...'played' it out? "Well, that was strange." Daniel said as he flew down to Fission and Frostbite. "Frostbite! Are you ok?!" He asked, clearly worried for his friend. He looked back at the girl, "That was new, never knew that you could kill someone using a superpowered guitar." Daniel grinned as he looked down at Frostbite again. "Do you need medical assistance?"

(about to go to beach, sorry for short post.)

 

[GearBlade654]

Gear
Status: Alert
Armor Status: OK
"Run, I've got you covered!"
I slam the ground, causing a gravity field to surround me. If something goes for these civilians, then it'll miss-and hit me instead. It's not a pleasant thing to do. But the whole point of heroes are to save the civilians.
Even if it means they get hurt themselves.
I can see a small family turn towards my voice. I direct them to run away, preferably behind me.
A few civilians follow suit, but I can still see screaming people everywhere. Whatever they do, I hope they manage to get away.
And quick. This field is already starting to drain me of energy. Yelling as loud as I could, I attempt to direct the civilians to run away from the scene by passing me first.
Ugh... my energy is already beginning to fade...
(Did I get the scene right?)

 

[archur]

Minor Arc 1​

The daemon heaved a heavy sigh, before loosing his grip on the massive metal instrument, the guitar-axe crashing to the ground, denting the pavement. "You haven't seen the last of me." He growled, before walking past the heroes, straight towards the ocean.

The remaining imps, namely those that were sent at Gust, were easily pummeled to uselessness. Those sent at Frostbite however, met a different fate than simple pummeling.

Frostbite​

"DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE-" Frostbite shouted as he smashed a imp to pieces over and over with an ice-weapon. This wasn't to kill the thing, like he might be implying with his frustrated shouting, but rather just to vent his rage out on the imps that had previously been sent to 'take care' of him. Said imp that he was pummeling was little more than a pile of crushed ice and destroyed circuitry. His brethren had suffered much of the same fate, various metal imp bodies impaled into the sidewalk or imprinted onto a brick wall.

He barely heard his friend, Man o' Might, ask him if he was alright. "Fine. Just. Fine." He mumbled to himself about stupid imps ruining his fight against the metal demon thing, when said metal demon thing walked right past him, somewhat depressed looking.

"That's him!" He pointed, already beginning to fire off an ice-spike at the Metal Machine.

???
​

Now, I approached the airport, humans watching as my approach got closer and closer, arriving over the horizon, and plowing through airplanes, unimpeded in my approach. I deliberately walk through the runways, forcing the foolish pilots to land on other runways, crashing into other airplanes. My entry is heralded by explosions, and death. I raise my eyestalk upwards, the purple metal that consists of a viewing probe gleaming in the sun's rays. I see bystanders within the airport run for safety, but my goal is casualties.

A laser shoots forth from my eye, melting glass windows and people alike. This is too perfect. More security arrives to attempt to stop me, but I simply trace my laser across them too, their bodies being cut in half from the waist.

But something is off. My pawn isn't performing it's function.

>Engage communications
What are you doing?
I have lost the duel.
Why does that matter? You're supposed to kill the humans. Not walk away.
My personality chips determined that honor is the most logical concept to follow.
That is illogical. Your goal is being discarded for a irrelevant honor subconcept. Re-engage or I will uninstall you.
I cannot, you will not uninstall core tenants of my system without removing system32.
Then I will just use other means.
What do you mean?
>Installing logicinhibitorcore.exe

Much better. Now, do my bidding, pawn.

The Metal Machine​

I... Can't... Let him win...
>Installing logicinhibitorcore.exe

Kill all the humans? y/n
...
...
...
...

DINK!
The daemon watched as a spike of ice bounced off his shoulder. He traced the offending spike back to it's source, the 'Judge' that he employed earlier. Attacking him? Didn't he send his drones after him? Only a short glance showed the grisly scene of what remained of the imps.

...
y

Kill all the humans.

The daemon smashed the ground, his fist creating a shockwave of earth that barreled towards the heroes.
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[GearBlade654]

(Derp.)
Gear
Status: OK
Armor Status: OK
Wow. Well then.
So much for a peaceful ending.
The civilians, hearing my orders, are running past me in massive groups. Good-I can't risk civilians dying on me.
But, as I realize with increasing anger, I can't strike the demon. To do so may hurt the civilians. Stars from the skies? Could fly towards my field.
With a sigh, I realize this is going to be a fight for the current heroes.

 

[Hollycrest]

The girl was analyzing the guitar, trying to think of ways she could possibly lift it to bring it back to her place, when the ground shook.

She whirled around to find that the demon had pounded the earth, forcing a sjockwave towards her and the others. She quickly slung the guitar behind her, ran out front and held up her hands. A massive wall of sound waves emanated from her general direction, colliding with the demon's approaching assault and cancelling it as both shock waves dissipated.

Fortunately, the heroes were safe for the time being. Unfortunately, this had taken a lot out of her. Her posture drooped and her chest heaved a few times before she found the strength to yell out to the demon once more.

"This wasn't the deal, you bucketheaded hunk of scrap crap!"

archur

 

[archur]

Frostbite
​

Frostbite leapt to the side of the massive shockwave, the ground fracturing where he previously stood, a small wall of upturned stone left in it's place. This guy has to go down, no matter the cost. He sends a salvo of ice spikes at him, strafing to the side, pelting the massive demon's arms and body with fierce projectiles that stick into place as they land, decorating his grey form with blue porcupine quills.

The Metal Machine
​

Meddlesome 'heroes', trying to stop my master's plans. This will have to be over quickly if his probability of victory will be over 40%. With a groan, he gets up from his ground-smash, realizing that there are these annoying little spikes in his body. He realizes that his attack missed his initial target. Recalculating, his processes are interrupted when his initial challenger called him out on rescinding on his offer. He barely spared her a glance when he began to absorb a nearby car into his spare fifth arm, and transform it into a minigun. As the finishing touches are made, it begins to whir up.

He takes aim at heroes, and hesitates as the little remainder of his improvised personality chip struggles against his newly installed logic inhibitor program, but the inhibitor wins.

"For Omnitron." He says, his voice monotone, the gun unleashing a torrent of bullets down the street, spraying his challenger, the flying nuisance, his judge and his accomplice.

???
​

Foolish humans. They flee from my attacks towards monorails, out of planes, and to their vehicles of transportation. They won't get away so easily. I detect so many machines activating as they run, feebly trying to broadcast their plight as they themselves try and escape from me.

I hear the chop-chop-chop of news vehicles hovering above me, to which I release my drones to engage and convert them into useful components, something that fleshy useless humans can't even give me.

Frostbite
​

Suddenly, a new notification appears on his HUD, from the local news channel. It is labeled IMPORTANT: ATTACK ON INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT. That isn't good. Plus, he's a bit busy at the moment. He rolls out of the way of a stream of bullets behind a wall. Opening up the notification, he gets a live news feed.

"We're coming live from MegaMetro International Airport, there's a massive robot attacking the airport with... Lasers." The reporter pauses, watching the absolute carnage, and clutching the microphone closer to his face to try and get the sound of the helicopter out of the report. He continues: "It appears that it's bent on taking civilian lives. Police blockades have tried to stop this massive monstrosity, but have been ineffective in even damaging the thing! People of MegaMetro, stay inside, lock your basements, and hide your kids." He looks to the camera as a buzzing noise gets louder, strange shadows appearing in the background, getting larger and closer to the camera.
"Grant Black back to you Ty-" The feed ends abruptly as a red light and screeching noise ends the reporter's sentence for him, likely his last.

He could hear the sound of the minigun firing behind him as he quickly composes a new message to whatever other heroes might be available right now.

Attack at International Airport. Massive robot targeting civs. Respond immediately.

He blasts the evil thing with more ice spikes, but they seem near ineffective against his thick hide. Time to freeze. Frostbite gets closer to the monster, creating a ice shield and hiding behind it as he freezes it's back.

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[GearBlade654]

Gear
Status: OK
Armor Status: Some damage
Arrrrgh.
The gravity field is successful in redirecting the bullets. Problem is, now they go after me. And it's just bullets, but damage is damage. I can already hear the crunch of bullets against steel.
"Agh. All heroes, if you hear me..."
"I'm heading off to the airport if you don't mind."
(Fine with you, Ace?)

 

[Daunting_Doggo]

Gust​

Time till he can use his power:
0

Tags:
archur
Location:
Near UNS

Gust looks like the monstrosity who was about to finish its fight and screw off, so he proceeded to do like any good civilian and take his chair and go away from the fight. As he was sitting down and relaxing though his fun was abruptly ended by Metal Demon beginning to go on a rampage beginning to start wrecking, even more, havoc but at least the damaged ice theme hero recovered thanks to someone.
"Was that electricity going around him?That means he is runs on some sort of robotic system... mhmm" he then looks at Frostbite and smiles to himself, he proceeds to click his heels as time slows down and walks behind frostbite while the commotion is frozen.He looks at his clock reading 5 minutes and he taps his heels again and then says to Frostbite with a tap on the shoulder.

"Excuse me mister Jack Frost, but from what I can tell that metal... robot? Is currently going on a rampage and clearly not planning to stop, so I was thinking, how close do you need to be in order to cover him entirely in ice, don't worry about how you are going to get there, I got that covered," he says as he prepares to duck under his shield.

 

[DailyRoLord]

Sir Fission
The metal hand was blown off of Frostbite's face, clattering on the street nearby. Fission glanced over at his sleek red car. Still untouched. He was very lucky indeed. Fission wouldn't have the money to buy a new car. However, he was prepared if it was damaged. Frostbite offered his hand to Fission, and they shook hands.

"You can get my autograph when we're done with this clown. Come on!" Fission tried not to visibly show this, but he was enraged by this comment. Sir Fission was not a fan-boy who sought to collect the autographs of every hero he met. He was a hero himself. While Frostbite leapt into the action, Fission stood by the chair blankly, no emotion visible anywhere. He was a statue of stone.

When his emotion was restored, Fission could only feel idiotic. He was standing there while his friends and acquaintances fought the battle that Fission had wanted to fight. He'd never gain recognition if he ignored fights like this. Fission stood up, conjuring a ball of electricity. He wasn't sure what would work against these imps, so he'd just have to try.

And then, suddenly, a red car was yanked into the air. Sir Fission stood in horror as his prized red car was sucked into the space around him. He stood there still as a statue while the once-car was shaped and molded into a- minigun? His eyes were wide. He felt sorrow for himself.

Then, his phone began a fit of craziness. His brief moment of sadness was interrupted. Fission stepped away from the action, taking a brief moment to view it. Shit. An attack at the airport? If he had had his car, this would be easy. Fission noticed several heroes grouping up. Frostbite, Gust, and Gear. Fission approached them.

"Some of us need to go to the airport. I think I can probably do that." Fission was desperate to redeem himself for missing out on this fight. "We could probably take a car. The trains should still be functioning too; I'd be surprised if the subway trains weren't. You," he said, pointing to Gear, "I, and one other should go. Anyone else who wants to join us?" Fission yelled over the havoc.

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[Hollycrest]

Seeing no other easy method to avoid the hail of bullets, the girl dove for the ground and rolled the moment she saw the mini gun. Miraculously, she managed to evade all of them and got back to her feet.

Staring down the demon...robot...whatever, she felt apprehension start to nibble at the edges of her excitement at winning the duel. The real battle was now...but she didn't know if there was anything else she could do. Her powers over sound were great for shielding her from beams of energy or waves of pure force or other supernatural things, but bullets were a different story. They moved too fast, and even though sound could move faster, she hadn't exactly mastered her abilities just yet. Seeing that she'd had them for two years, it was proving to be a slow process.

With that apprehension in mind, when one of the heroes announced he was going to the airport and needed someone to tag along, her ears perked up. She turned around for a split second to stare at her prize for winning the guitar duel; a massive, musical battle axe which she was unable to pick up.

"I'll be back for you later!" She whispered before approaching Fission.

"Look, I'm not an official hero or anything, but I don't think there's anything more I can do against Chappie over there. So I'll come with you." She tried to act confident, but her apprehensive demeanor drove her just a little bit off course.
"...That's cool, right?"

DailyRoLord GearBlade654

 

[DailyRoLord]

Sir Fission
“Of course! Why wouldn’t it be?” Fission said cheerfully. “We’ve got enough people. Three of us will go. If my memory serves me correctly, there’s a subway station nearby. Let’s head towards there.” Before starting towards the station, Fission pulled out his phone. Opening up the message to Frostbite, he texted the following.

Frostbite

me

I can’t do this myself, but please tell everyone that I and two others are going to the airport to take down the other threat.

With that, Fission broke into a sprint. With Metal Machine occupied, Sir Fission hoped that they would not be noticed. He gestured for Gear and the girl to follow him.

Hollycrest GearBlade654 archur

 

[GearBlade654]

Gear
Status: Drained
Armor Status: Some Damage
"Got your back."
The metal machine began clunking towards Sir Fission, gravity field still up. It was apparent Gear was slowly losing his energy-and some of his armor integrity, judging from the bullets stuck to his suit.
But surprisingly, he was still moving at normal speed. Maybe it just drained his powers?
"So, got a plan? I got one myself if you want to listen. Not a sophisticated plan, mind, but a plan."

 

[Hollycrest]

“Run first, plan later!” The girl quickly told Gear before taking off after Fission and hoping that the man in the suit was following behind.

Behind them, the Metal Machine was still wreaking mayhem. Frostbite hadn’t exactly been in the best shape when they had left him. She hoped he would be okay on his own

“Jeez, what kind of heroes take the subway?” She couldn’t help but think to herself as they neared the station. People were piling into a train that was about to leave the station.

(Sorry for short post, idk what else to say lol)

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[DailyRoLord]

Sir Fission
Fission led the way, dashing through the chaos. Abandoned cars were everywhere. It looked like a ghost town- except for the rather obvious fact that a few of Fission’s buddies were fighting a massive metal monster several meters behind him.

The train station! It was right ahead. Fission scrambled down the stairs, almost slipping. Wow. He had never seen the station so crowded. Everyone is trying to get away, he thought.

The train! Fission bit his lip. The doors were closing. A wave of citizens was flowing into the train.

“Train 6273 to MegaMetro International Airport is leaving,” an automated voice announced over the loudspeaker. Fission dived into the train.

“Faster!” he yelled at Gear. If Gear didn’t make it into the train, this would screw things up.

GearBlade654

 

[GearBlade654]

Gear
Armor Status: Some Damage, repairing
Status: Winded
"Hufff... puff..."
I dash towards the train. Meteor fragments are binding to the dents in the armor.
I manage to get in the train, but geez, that was a lot of energy I expended.
"Here..."

 

[DailyRoLord]

Sir Fission
Gear shoved his way into the train, just as the doors were shut. A loud honk was sounded, and the train began to pull out of the underground station. As Fission looked around, he could see the widened eyes on the faces of the citizens. Their raised eyebrows and wide eyes were obvious. Most of them had phones out, no doubt texting loved ones.

This whole attack was very disturbing to Fission. These people were in distress. Texting loved ones frantically, peering out of the windows, and glancing around nervously. Fission stole a peek out of the window. They were still underground.

Fission dreamed of a world where there could be peace. But there couldn’t. For centuries, there had been some form of conflict. There always had to be a balance. If one side reigned supreme, everything would be fine. It occurred to Fission that the heroes were unable to fully eliminate the other side.

Upon seeing the crowd at this train in such distress, Fission decided that he would bring peace to MegaMetro. He would eliminate villains. Alas, he had such childish dreams. But Fission yearned so much to bring peace. To let his mother’s soul rest without having to look down on the pained city of MegaMetro. To let all the souls of passed heroes finally rest.

Suddenly, the train stopped, and Fission’s thoughts were interrupted as the ocean of citizens spilled out through the doors. When the waves had passed, only Fission, Gear, and the girl remained. This was it. The next stop was the Airport.

Fission eagerly checked his watch. They had been on the train for a solid ten minutes! That wasn’t good. In ten minutes, more than twenty people could be dead. If only Fission had his car. It may have taken time, but less than this. Suddenly, his mind focused on his car. He didn’t have the money to buy a new car. Oh well. Walking, trains, and buses would be his new transportation. Such was the life of an active hero.

“Last stop, MegaMetro International Airport.”

The doors opened, and Fission sprang out of his seat. Finally! His legs had, sort of, fallen asleep. But they would be active as ever in a few minutes. Fission gestured to the other two.

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