07-02-2018, 09:19 AM
Dim streams of light filtered through grime-covered windows, catching the motes of dust which arose from the duo’s every footfall as Dave and Kenpachi cautiously moved along the dilapidated corridors of the building. It was oppressively hot and stifling within the old apartment complex, and here or there lay some article of discarded property from a previous tenant. Kicking aside an old sweatshirt, the Shinigami grumbled in irritation.
“I still can’t believe you let them get away,” he muttered, his carefully lowered voice still managing to make a faint echo in the long hallway.
“Dude!” Dave replied, a little less worried about volume than his partner, “I didn’t see YOU stop them!”
“Whatever,” Kenpachi continued, his voice laced with irritation. “Let’s just get this over with. Tricky types like these guys piss me-”
The sound of scraping wood in the apartment to their left cut off Kenpachi’s bickering. A wide grin split the ogre’s face, the thrill of battle washing over him as he rushed into the room, his pale companion on his heels. Like the rest of the building, it was practically empty, aside from the dust and heat. There wasn’t even a sign that anyone had been in here. The Shinigami and Timey Rhymey looked around a moment, and were about to exit, when it happened.
One second, there was nothing. The next, a long-haired, machete boy was swinging his blade right for Kenpachi’s throat. Only the man’s nigh-on-superhuman reflexes managed to save him from an uncomfortably close shave.
“It’s a trap!” Dave called out, adopting his best Admiral Ackbar impression, but just like in the movie, it was too late. Before the Shinigami could retaliate against Dane, a salvo of ammunition nearly perforated his torso and from the doorway back to the hallway, the odd couple managed to spot a glimpse of a very-satisfied Jack before he faded back to invisibility.
The plan was working pretty damn well, Jack gloated internally. It hadn’t taken long for Dane and himself to realise that this was the perfect environment for a couple of guys with the ability to turn invisible to wreak havoc. Plenty of rooms, plenty of cover, and plenty of choke points. It was practically tailor-made for HJ, and he made a mental note to thank Karl for the easy win once this was over. All they had to do was keep alternating their attacks from hiding, forcing their opponents to react, rather than attack. Sooner or later, one or the other would get impatient, or make a mistake, and then it’d be all over.
Or, Jack could just fuck it all up.
As the CEO got ready to make another run, his heel slid back and bumped into something. A something that was revealed, after an semi-conscious glance behind him, to be the pale kid that HJ was still almost certain was still in the room. Jack couldn’t help himself. He froze-up. It didn’t take him much longer to figure out that it was just a distraction, but by then, it had already done its work. The brief moment of hesitation it had caused had thrown Jack off his game, and now he had missed his timing for assisting his partner. The gap in coverage had allowed Kenpachi a chance to launch a counter-assault against Fabio Regan. And as for Dave...
“Heh… Gotta hand it to you, pumpkin. That was pretty clever,” Jack admitted, letting his gun fall to the floor as his hands raised in a gesture of submission. Behind him, Dave’s Time-Dupe popped out of existence as the Time-Table his original had surreptitiously summoned faded into the ether. Ahead: the real Dave advanced slowly with Caledscratch in hand, his deliberate movements and posture at odds with the snarky grin on his face.
Honestly, Jack was in a bind here. While Dane was still doing a pretty solid job of keeping Kenpachi occupied with his teleports and invisibility and shit, the guy was still barely holding his own against the spike-topped powerhouse. No help to be had there, and Jack was kind of out of options himself. One wrong move, and Slim Shady would be on him like crazy on a psycho, and while the CEO was pretty tough, he wasn’t about to try his luck in close-quarters. To put it frankly, he was proper fucked. Then, as if to answer all his prayers, Kenpachi did a very Kenpachi thing to do.
“Alright. I’m tired of playing around!” came an unexpected shout from the Shinigami, as he raised his blade overhead. Shocked by the sudden exclamation, Dave risked a look over his shoulder and immediately recognised just what the hot-headed guy was about to do. But, it was already too late to stop him. With an roar, like a bear awakened from its hibernation, Kenpachi drove his blade down to the age-worn floor beneath him. The old wood proved no match for the swordsman’s might and it practically exploded from the force of the blow, sending the four combatants further into the building amidst splinters, dust, and the bellow of the Shinigami’s laughter.
“I still can’t believe you let them get away,” he muttered, his carefully lowered voice still managing to make a faint echo in the long hallway.
“Dude!” Dave replied, a little less worried about volume than his partner, “I didn’t see YOU stop them!”
“Whatever,” Kenpachi continued, his voice laced with irritation. “Let’s just get this over with. Tricky types like these guys piss me-”
The sound of scraping wood in the apartment to their left cut off Kenpachi’s bickering. A wide grin split the ogre’s face, the thrill of battle washing over him as he rushed into the room, his pale companion on his heels. Like the rest of the building, it was practically empty, aside from the dust and heat. There wasn’t even a sign that anyone had been in here. The Shinigami and Timey Rhymey looked around a moment, and were about to exit, when it happened.
One second, there was nothing. The next, a long-haired, machete boy was swinging his blade right for Kenpachi’s throat. Only the man’s nigh-on-superhuman reflexes managed to save him from an uncomfortably close shave.
“It’s a trap!” Dave called out, adopting his best Admiral Ackbar impression, but just like in the movie, it was too late. Before the Shinigami could retaliate against Dane, a salvo of ammunition nearly perforated his torso and from the doorway back to the hallway, the odd couple managed to spot a glimpse of a very-satisfied Jack before he faded back to invisibility.
The plan was working pretty damn well, Jack gloated internally. It hadn’t taken long for Dane and himself to realise that this was the perfect environment for a couple of guys with the ability to turn invisible to wreak havoc. Plenty of rooms, plenty of cover, and plenty of choke points. It was practically tailor-made for HJ, and he made a mental note to thank Karl for the easy win once this was over. All they had to do was keep alternating their attacks from hiding, forcing their opponents to react, rather than attack. Sooner or later, one or the other would get impatient, or make a mistake, and then it’d be all over.
Or, Jack could just fuck it all up.
As the CEO got ready to make another run, his heel slid back and bumped into something. A something that was revealed, after an semi-conscious glance behind him, to be the pale kid that HJ was still almost certain was still in the room. Jack couldn’t help himself. He froze-up. It didn’t take him much longer to figure out that it was just a distraction, but by then, it had already done its work. The brief moment of hesitation it had caused had thrown Jack off his game, and now he had missed his timing for assisting his partner. The gap in coverage had allowed Kenpachi a chance to launch a counter-assault against Fabio Regan. And as for Dave...
“Heh… Gotta hand it to you, pumpkin. That was pretty clever,” Jack admitted, letting his gun fall to the floor as his hands raised in a gesture of submission. Behind him, Dave’s Time-Dupe popped out of existence as the Time-Table his original had surreptitiously summoned faded into the ether. Ahead: the real Dave advanced slowly with Caledscratch in hand, his deliberate movements and posture at odds with the snarky grin on his face.
Honestly, Jack was in a bind here. While Dane was still doing a pretty solid job of keeping Kenpachi occupied with his teleports and invisibility and shit, the guy was still barely holding his own against the spike-topped powerhouse. No help to be had there, and Jack was kind of out of options himself. One wrong move, and Slim Shady would be on him like crazy on a psycho, and while the CEO was pretty tough, he wasn’t about to try his luck in close-quarters. To put it frankly, he was proper fucked. Then, as if to answer all his prayers, Kenpachi did a very Kenpachi thing to do.
“Alright. I’m tired of playing around!” came an unexpected shout from the Shinigami, as he raised his blade overhead. Shocked by the sudden exclamation, Dave risked a look over his shoulder and immediately recognised just what the hot-headed guy was about to do. But, it was already too late to stop him. With an roar, like a bear awakened from its hibernation, Kenpachi drove his blade down to the age-worn floor beneath him. The old wood proved no match for the swordsman’s might and it practically exploded from the force of the blow, sending the four combatants further into the building amidst splinters, dust, and the bellow of the Shinigami’s laughter.
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Dane and Jack used Stealth and trickery to get Dave and Kenpachi into a tight spot.
Dave used Remix to throw Jack off his game.
Kenpachi decided “fuck this shit” and exploded the floor.
We all falling.
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