[Round 2 - C] Jibril & Harley Quinn vs Retane & Victor

[Victor Wolfe]

Victor groaned as the impact from the rocks reminded him of the worst hangovers he had ever experienced. A trail of blood, cold compared to the heat of the volcanic landscape, slid down the back of his neck. Whilst the Namekian was forcing the pair through their rocky prison, the assassin focused on tending to his wounds. The cuts, bruises, and burns from the battle healed. Youthful, healthy skin, darkened only by the ash and grime that filled the air returning. By the time the pair burst through to the surface Victor’s body was almost brand new. Dropping down from of his partner's arms, he stretched his now fully functional muscles. Punctuating his little show of regeneration by cracking his neck.


"You know, if not for me being the glorious son of a gun that I am, that may have just killed me! If this was a class, you would have gotten a solid A-minus there miss Quinn." Victor taunted as he circled his partner, eventually ending up behind the Namekian, his green muscled frame blocking out the cherub and clown girls vision of the assassin.  


"For being such a good little student, I’ll give you the advanced course! So pay attention, and you might learn a thing or two from the master.” Wolfe quipped whilst cracking his knuckles. “Before I kill you that is" Ret glanced back at his partner, a judging gaze crossing his face.


"What? Tuition at my school has a high price. At least when I kill them I do it quickly rather than crush them under debt.” Throwing his hands into the air Victor sighed.  “I think it is a fair trade personally."  The assassin mumbled?whilst continuing to buy himself time to execute his plan. Deviously, he reached down for his belt, the silver reflecting the red glow from the lava.


Pressing the button the noblemen returned to his element, a protective shroud of invisibility covering his skin. Like a fish returning to the water, it just felt right removing the suffocating gaze of the peons. Of course, he had failed to mention the plan to the Namekian, a look of shock spread across the green fellow’s face as he backed away. A surprising lack of Victor shocking their opponents. Ret’s shock turned to rage as he mentally screamed out. Where the fuck are you?  Causing the assassin to stifle a giggle, not wanting the game to end yet.


The looks of surprise on their opponents morphed into opportunistic glee/ As Quinn stalked towards the Namekian, Jibril prepared to shoot at the slightest sign of movement. In a case of pets resembling their owners Harley charged forward, baseball bat in hand ready to smash up the Namekian’s arm. As Retane braced for the impact he noticed that Harley seem to lose her balance, almost as if an invisible force collided with her knees.  Retane held his arm out, the acrobat unable to steady herself as her neck collided with the Namekians forearm, causing her to be left gasping for air on the ground.


Allowing the Namekian back into his mind, the assassin chuckled. Well, that worked out better than I could have expected. Now please go and remove that flying annoyance’s head from her shoulders. You can... Eat it? Kick it around? Whatever you want to do with it, just go get it, boy!  Victor allowed the Namekian to hear his train of thought causing his partner to grumble, something about young uns, and lack of respect as he once again went to brawl with the flying menace.


Sauntering towards Harley, the assassin aimed an invisible kick, landing it right into her side, causing her to roll dangerously close to a stream of the molten lava. Pebbles rolled into the glowing mass only to disappear as they were engulfed.  Victor had her exactly where he wanted her, on her knees, with tears in her eyes, as he had his fun with her body. Unable to resist he let out a small giggle.


Harley sprung into action, swinging her good arm, bat still in hand as she swept the assassin's legs out from under him. Using the bat as support Harley stood over the supposed master of stealth triumphantly.


"Well done, you broke my stealth, ten points for Harleypuff" Victor taunted. "However, there is one thing that you didn't think of," Victor gathered up some of the blackened ash in his hand, balled it up and threw it. The metal and tiny shards of rock blinded her as Victor pressed the button on his belt, returning to stealth. With a burst of movement, the assassin charged energy into his blades as he struck out with explosive force, aimed directly at Harley Quinn's back.

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Vic used 3 SP to heal most of his wounds, and then hit Harley with his t 1 offensive super move, Now you see me...

0/6 SP left