04-12-2018, 08:04 PM
Moon Knight spat out blood from his mouth, wincing at the pain of recently being punched. Slowly he raised his fists close to his face keeping a tight boxers stance, his body was ready for the violence to follow, his mind cleared for pure and brutal combat, and his soul plagued by Khonshu was filled with the rage of madness. All around him the entire cafeteria was a boiling pot of brawling and thanks to the Avengers planning perhaps at the right moment they could slip out of the prison. Marc’s eyes narrowed to his close surroundings. His face grew into a sneer as imperial stormtroopers with stun batons at the ready closed in on the Avenger.
“Alright, moon man lets see what you really got.” One of the troopers said waving his baton as they began to make their collective move.
“I’d gladly show you first hand,” Spector said gritting his teeth.
Like a literal human bullet, he lunged in grabbing the guard’s arm holding the baton. With a quick heave Marc landed his knee into the trooper’s armor-plated stomach giving a slight grunt and like second nature the hero yanked the offender’s arm over his shoulder snapping the guard’s elbow breaking it in the process.
“Advanced military training, boxing, and a few other-”
Spector shouted at the top of his lungs as a guard laid a hit with their stun baton. With both arms reaching out for anything to grab to make the pain go away he pushed with all his strength trying not to collapse to the floor. It was a lucky hit. Small voltages of electricity coursed through his body causing every muscle to ache and burn making him pray to Khonshu to make the pain go away. For the short Brief moment the pain lasted, it came close to putting the Moon Knight out. Without taking time to recover Spector reacted through pure reaction. Flipping to his left at the same time lifting his leg, Marc landed a precise and yet powerful kick into his assaulter's helmet. The force of the blow cracking the guard’s helmet into pieces causing him to come crashing to the tiled floor of the cafeteria in a spasming fit.
There are too many of them, perhaps a new tactic would be best.
You think?!
I mean there are two of us in this bod- Incoming Marcus!
Rolling out the way, Marcus charged in for the stormtroopers. Anyone from a mile away could feel his anger. The Avengers knew that he used to be a former convict but what level does it have to be to purely hate anything remotely close to confined space? Rushing in the Terminator slammed his stun baton, he had acquired earlier from Cade into the chest of an unsuspecting guard sending volts of electricity in their body. Shouting as loud as he ever could Marcus then tossed his baton and lifted them into the air with both his android hands using the trooper as an armored human battering ram. With a now familiar set of raw strength, Wright smashed and bashed the last of stormtroopers out of the way before throwing his human weapon away.
“Cade… Cade thought you could use the help. You don’t understand how satisfying it was to do that.” Marcus said taking the time he bought to get a breather, the Stormtroopers he had beaten down moaned in agonizing pain.
“Actually I do,” Marc replied taking a moment to gather himself as well. “Do you think you handle yourself for a bit?”
Marcus shot a smirk getting himself back into a fighting stance.
“Yeah definitely, I know for a fact the guy can handle things but Dust might need some backup.” The Terminator said picking up another stun baton. "I'll be close doing what I do best. Staying angry."
Spector gave a nod in response taking the queue to do what needed to be done, to be the leader. Quickly turning Spector leaped onto a nearby table and darted knocking food and trays left and right as he made his way for the team’s local werewolf.
“Dust!” He shouted lunging off the table landing a hard dropkick into the face of a convict. Dust shot back his right arm wrapped around the head of a criminal while his left proceeded to beat their face in.
“Marcus insisted you use some help,” Marc said landing a series of powerful punches into a charging criminal’s torso and head.
“Uh… Roger?” The Wolfman replied tossing the criminal in his arms aside.
"Yeah, he said he said you were probably handling yourself fine but besides that point remember the plan, we're the ones the Empire wants to be focused on."
"Uh... I don't think I need help doing that. But sure."
“Good.” The Night Protector replied holding his ground as more convicts came pouring out after the two Avengers.
Rushing out of the thick out of the fighting the large Novan Furtumin dashed out in front of Marc and Dust. Swiftly the alien landed a solid right hook into the face of a nearby crook knocking them to the ground. Turning to another thug he wrapped his entire right arm under the convict’s legs lifting him over his back and then swiftly crashed the criminal out to the previous one laying on the ground.
“The Hell was that!?” Dust chimed seeming surprised by the Novan warrior.
“Ratione.” Spector retorted.
Turning to his comrades Ratione made his way towards him.
“Sorry I’m late-” His words were cut off by an explosion that rocked the entire room.
Marc cursed turning his gaze to the main entrance to the mess hall. Guards carrying with seemed to be a form of electro staff came charging in carving a path through several prisoners. Trooper in more heavy armor coming marching in as well firing smoke and tear gas bombs in all directions. Those troopers were then followed by larger ones, these being encased in black armor with some sort of sword attached to their right arms while a shield attached to the other.
“That seems to be the guard's reinforcements.” Marc shot back at Dust uppercutting an incoming thug.
“Looks to me, I guess this is part of the plan where it’s just me and you versus these guys.” Dust replied back handling two of his own criminals.
“Correct, Ratione meet up with the other team members are alright. This is the part where everything gets worse.”
Giving a nod to his leader the Novan darted out back into the crowd of fighting in search of the others.
Physically and mentally preparing himself Marc prayed to Khonshu for all strength he could muster. Turing to what would most likely be his enemy due to being a werewolf and being a werewolf hunter. He gave a slight smirk and clenched his fists.
“Dust, let's get violent.”
-
Warden Elis scowled under his armor's mask as he paced back and forth the middle of the mess hall. He quietly observed the mess made by the prison fight turned riot. Painful yet impressive it was to see his eyes narrowed as he watched his men sweep up their fallen soldiers and several broken phase one Dark Troopers. Finally, his scornful gaze met the medical troopers as they carried the unconscious body of prisoner D773F out of the mess hall. Elis gave a low sigh as he turned to face the remaining prisoners grouped up together and forced to sit on their knees. Stormtroopers kept their aim at them practically begging for one to rebel especially an Avenger.
"Dissidents, Criminals, and vigilantes," Elis said coming halt in front of the fights ringleaders.
Marc and Dust were held out from the group and set in front of all the prisoners. Two guards held up Marc up to his knee as a third guard continuously beat at him. Dust, on the other hand, was held by a form of rod and leash. Two riot guards stood at each side providing him with their electro staves at each second they could, making sure that he was awake for each second of the electrical torture.
Slowly the Warden turned from the two men facing the rest of the prisoners his right hand gesturing back to the two men.
"Let this be a warning to those who cause trouble." He said taking a moment for all the prisoners to soak up the example given to them. "Take the ringleaders to solitary confinement and the rest of the prisoners back to their cells if any of them causes trouble blast them."
“Alright, moon man lets see what you really got.” One of the troopers said waving his baton as they began to make their collective move.
“I’d gladly show you first hand,” Spector said gritting his teeth.
Like a literal human bullet, he lunged in grabbing the guard’s arm holding the baton. With a quick heave Marc landed his knee into the trooper’s armor-plated stomach giving a slight grunt and like second nature the hero yanked the offender’s arm over his shoulder snapping the guard’s elbow breaking it in the process.
“Advanced military training, boxing, and a few other-”
Spector shouted at the top of his lungs as a guard laid a hit with their stun baton. With both arms reaching out for anything to grab to make the pain go away he pushed with all his strength trying not to collapse to the floor. It was a lucky hit. Small voltages of electricity coursed through his body causing every muscle to ache and burn making him pray to Khonshu to make the pain go away. For the short Brief moment the pain lasted, it came close to putting the Moon Knight out. Without taking time to recover Spector reacted through pure reaction. Flipping to his left at the same time lifting his leg, Marc landed a precise and yet powerful kick into his assaulter's helmet. The force of the blow cracking the guard’s helmet into pieces causing him to come crashing to the tiled floor of the cafeteria in a spasming fit.
There are too many of them, perhaps a new tactic would be best.
You think?!
I mean there are two of us in this bod- Incoming Marcus!
Rolling out the way, Marcus charged in for the stormtroopers. Anyone from a mile away could feel his anger. The Avengers knew that he used to be a former convict but what level does it have to be to purely hate anything remotely close to confined space? Rushing in the Terminator slammed his stun baton, he had acquired earlier from Cade into the chest of an unsuspecting guard sending volts of electricity in their body. Shouting as loud as he ever could Marcus then tossed his baton and lifted them into the air with both his android hands using the trooper as an armored human battering ram. With a now familiar set of raw strength, Wright smashed and bashed the last of stormtroopers out of the way before throwing his human weapon away.
“Cade… Cade thought you could use the help. You don’t understand how satisfying it was to do that.” Marcus said taking the time he bought to get a breather, the Stormtroopers he had beaten down moaned in agonizing pain.
“Actually I do,” Marc replied taking a moment to gather himself as well. “Do you think you handle yourself for a bit?”
Marcus shot a smirk getting himself back into a fighting stance.
“Yeah definitely, I know for a fact the guy can handle things but Dust might need some backup.” The Terminator said picking up another stun baton. "I'll be close doing what I do best. Staying angry."
Spector gave a nod in response taking the queue to do what needed to be done, to be the leader. Quickly turning Spector leaped onto a nearby table and darted knocking food and trays left and right as he made his way for the team’s local werewolf.
“Dust!” He shouted lunging off the table landing a hard dropkick into the face of a convict. Dust shot back his right arm wrapped around the head of a criminal while his left proceeded to beat their face in.
“Marcus insisted you use some help,” Marc said landing a series of powerful punches into a charging criminal’s torso and head.
“Uh… Roger?” The Wolfman replied tossing the criminal in his arms aside.
"Yeah, he said he said you were probably handling yourself fine but besides that point remember the plan, we're the ones the Empire wants to be focused on."
"Uh... I don't think I need help doing that. But sure."
“Good.” The Night Protector replied holding his ground as more convicts came pouring out after the two Avengers.
Rushing out of the thick out of the fighting the large Novan Furtumin dashed out in front of Marc and Dust. Swiftly the alien landed a solid right hook into the face of a nearby crook knocking them to the ground. Turning to another thug he wrapped his entire right arm under the convict’s legs lifting him over his back and then swiftly crashed the criminal out to the previous one laying on the ground.
“The Hell was that!?” Dust chimed seeming surprised by the Novan warrior.
“Ratione.” Spector retorted.
Turning to his comrades Ratione made his way towards him.
“Sorry I’m late-” His words were cut off by an explosion that rocked the entire room.
Marc cursed turning his gaze to the main entrance to the mess hall. Guards carrying with seemed to be a form of electro staff came charging in carving a path through several prisoners. Trooper in more heavy armor coming marching in as well firing smoke and tear gas bombs in all directions. Those troopers were then followed by larger ones, these being encased in black armor with some sort of sword attached to their right arms while a shield attached to the other.
“That seems to be the guard's reinforcements.” Marc shot back at Dust uppercutting an incoming thug.
“Looks to me, I guess this is part of the plan where it’s just me and you versus these guys.” Dust replied back handling two of his own criminals.
“Correct, Ratione meet up with the other team members are alright. This is the part where everything gets worse.”
Giving a nod to his leader the Novan darted out back into the crowd of fighting in search of the others.
Physically and mentally preparing himself Marc prayed to Khonshu for all strength he could muster. Turing to what would most likely be his enemy due to being a werewolf and being a werewolf hunter. He gave a slight smirk and clenched his fists.
“Dust, let's get violent.”
-
Warden Elis scowled under his armor's mask as he paced back and forth the middle of the mess hall. He quietly observed the mess made by the prison fight turned riot. Painful yet impressive it was to see his eyes narrowed as he watched his men sweep up their fallen soldiers and several broken phase one Dark Troopers. Finally, his scornful gaze met the medical troopers as they carried the unconscious body of prisoner D773F out of the mess hall. Elis gave a low sigh as he turned to face the remaining prisoners grouped up together and forced to sit on their knees. Stormtroopers kept their aim at them practically begging for one to rebel especially an Avenger.
"Dissidents, Criminals, and vigilantes," Elis said coming halt in front of the fights ringleaders.
Marc and Dust were held out from the group and set in front of all the prisoners. Two guards held up Marc up to his knee as a third guard continuously beat at him. Dust, on the other hand, was held by a form of rod and leash. Two riot guards stood at each side providing him with their electro staves at each second they could, making sure that he was awake for each second of the electrical torture.
Slowly the Warden turned from the two men facing the rest of the prisoners his right hand gesturing back to the two men.
"Let this be a warning to those who cause trouble." He said taking a moment for all the prisoners to soak up the example given to them. "Take the ringleaders to solitary confinement and the rest of the prisoners back to their cells if any of them causes trouble blast them."
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