05-18-2015, 01:17 AM
Vincent, the brothers Sola and their newest companion Nanaki had crammed in tight aboard their escape vessel, this time motoring at full speed toward the coast. Though they did not much want to be found and captured by the Empire, they had reasoned that by this point it had been a few hours since they had slighted the Empire and they had yet to meet untimely, fiery death. They also did not fear any attacks from the pirates Vincent had assaulted, as the winds had remained largely calm for some time. With this in mind, the Prime had pressured Tal to head due north as fast as their ship would take them.
“Costa del Sol should be around twenty minutes North of here at the rate we are going.” Nanaki spoke over the roaring engine. He sat calmly beside a slightly terrified Ral, looking out over the ocean.
“So...um...friend of yours?” Ral inquired, being careful not to make contact with the newcomer.
Vincent nodded, smiling. “Yes. We have some history.”
Nanaki chuckled. “If you call nearly dying several times a history.”
Ral nodded, finally taking a moment to examine the beast. “So, what's your name?”
“I was born Nanaki, though I have been known as Red XIII recently. Whichever you like is fine with me.”
The younger Sola boy nodded. “Nanaki. I like it,” he mused.
Over the course of the trip, Vincent and Red XIII spoke about their latest escapades. After filling the burgundy quadruped in on his own exploits, the ex-Turk listening intently to his comrade's tale. At some point following the destruction near Edge and Vincent's subsequent journey into the rift, there had been a massive earthquake with the epicenter being at the precise location where he had 'fallen' into the Omniverse. Red, along with Cloud, Barret, Cid, Tifa and Yuffie had managed to get many citizens out of Edge and the surrounding towns during the chaos, though at least a handful of people had gone missing and were presumed dead. Some days later the team had returned to the site of the quake, looking for any survivors. It was at this point that Nanaki had found the rift that Vincent had fallen into.
“I neared the rift, and I thought that I could hear someone speaking,” Nanaki explained. “It sounded like you, Vincent. You had been missing for days and when I heard your voice, I closed in on the rift, only to be dragged in and arrive here.”
The cloaked Prime nodded in recognition. “I assume you saw Him?”
Nanaki nodded in turn. “The one who calls himself Omni, ruler of this 'Omni-verse'.”
Vincent paused to mull this information over. The rifts in his homeworld had persisted, even generating massive earthquakes and causing destruction in Edge. He wasn't sure if things would have been different for the town if he had been there, though he ventured that lives could have been saved. He cursed his current predicament and the people that had needlessly died. To add insult to injury, he had also inadvertently dragged his friend into this universe-sized prison. Though the thought that his friends were alive, concerned, and looking for him did give him some semblance of solace, it also only strengthen his resolve to return home.
“After reaching the Nexus,” Red continued, “I found that I could somehow 'sense' that something familiar was on the horizon, so I headed here, to the Vasty Deep. Upon stepping through the portal and reaching the sands of Costa del Sol, I could clearly sense that it was you. As I attempted to find a vessel with which to reach you, I was captured by the lovely men that you froze back there.”
The ex-Turk did not respond. So, Nanaki had likely sensed the conflict that the gunslinger had had aboard the Imperial ship and headed toward him, only to be ambushed. “I'm sorry, Nanaki.”
“Do not apologize, Vincent.” Nanaki said simply, shaking his beaded mane. “It was not you that brought me here, but my fear for your safety. Now that I find that you are safe, we can work on finding a way back. It is as simple as that.”
“That's gonna be harder than it sounds,” Tal called over his shoulder. “I haven't heard of anyone ever getting out. Hell, you'd probably have to meet the big man himself to even stand a chance.”
Vincent turned to face the helmsman. “That's not a terrible idea.”
“Yeah well, the problem is that no one knows how to find the guy.” Tal snapped, glancing back at the group.
“The men that captured me mentioned being in the employ of someone named Karl,” Red replied, turning to Vincent. “They said that he's powerful enough to control an entire dimension, one that he calls 'The Danteverse' that houses an area called 'Dante's Abyss'”
The cloaked Prime nodded. “Tal mentioned the same thing.”
“Well, that's as good a place as any to start, right?” Ral chimed in. “If he can create a dimension, he probably can get you home, or at least get you to where Omni is!”
“If that's even possible.” Tal added.
The gunslinger furrowed his brow, resting his chin on his armored fist. It did indeed seem like meeting this 'Karl' person would be his best bet. It was his only real lead to go on at this point; whether it lead anywhere or not he'd have to wait and see. “So, what did Karl want with you?”
Nanaki gave his approximation of a shrug. “It seemed like he needed to defend something. The pirates kept mentioning something about needing to bring a fearsome creature back to 'spice up the fights'.”
“The mercenaries were talking about the Abyss like it was some kind of contest. They sounded really excited about watching the bloody battles.” Tal called over the roaring engine. “Also, for those interested: I can see the coast!”
'Spicing up the fights'? 'Bloody battles'? It sounded to Vincent like this Dante's Abyss was some kind of combat competition. With the excitement that the mercenaries displayed, Vincent could only assume that it was some sort of large-scale death-match. He hoped that this was not the case. Whatever it turned out to be, Vincent resolved to make his way to the ringleader of the competition and find the answers he sought.
“Should be there in a few minutes, folks. Get yourselves ready to run if you see any Imperials!”
The quartet pulled in close to the shore, killing the engine. Tal directed the boat behind an outcropping of rocks and wedged the hull between a few large boulders. The crew hopped onto the rocks, staying low to avoid detection. By that point the sun had begun to rise again, pulling back the darkness of the night. Just over the rocks, Vincent could make out the silhouettes of small houses near the shoreline; Costa del Sol.
“There's the city,” Ral muttered, squatting behind a smaller boulder. He paused for a moment before speaking again. “So...that's new.”
Vincent saw at once what the boy had meant. Smack in the middle of the beach stood an enormous white tent, sprawling nearly 50 meters. The prime could barely make out a group of a dozen or so people that appeared to be mulling around the entrance to the tent. A banner stretched across the tent, hung squarely over the opening. The prime could clearly read the message, though he could have guessed that this point what it might say.
“Of course it's right out in the open.” Tal shook his head. “I can't go down there, they'll catch sight of me right away. They've got me on 'THE' list.”
“He's right.” Ral said, nodding. “I can see at least 5 stormtroopers from here. They're standing right at the door, too.”
“You three should be fine, the mercenaries barely even saw Ral and Vincent and they have no reason to pursue Nanaki. They only care about me,” the elder Sola said, taking a seat in the dirt. “Just head over, I'll wait till this calms down and head back to Coruscant or something. I have some contacts in the lower levels that can hide-” His words were cut short as his brother's fist collided with his head.
“Are you stupid?!” Ral snapped, “I'm not just leaving you here after going through the trouble of breaking you out.” He sighed, glancing back at his comrades before taking a seat beside his brother. “Sorry, Vincent. I have to stay with my brother.”
The pale Prime nodded. “Understandable.” He turned once more to examine the growing crowd on the beach. There were indeed a good many Imperial troops on the sands, composed of Stormtroopers as well as a great many figures in identical gray armor. He weighed his options for a moment before turning back to his comrades. “Nanaki, you should stay with the boys. I'll head to Dante's Abyss alone.”
“I cannot let you go alone, Vincent. You may need help in there; who knows what other unsavory entrants may appear.” Red replied, surveying the beach.
“Well, we can't just leave them to find their way home alone,” Vincent replied. “I get the feeling that this sort of competition won't allow for two winners, anyway...” He trailed off, sighing.
After a slight pause, his quadrupedal comrade spoke. “You may be right. Go ahead and enter, if I sense that you are in distress, however, I will have to come in after you.”
The pale Prime nodded, though he doubted his friend would be able to sense him if he left this dimension. He got the impression that Nanaki's arrival in the Omniverse was not by chance; it was likely that he had been lured in by the realm's master as another sick game, perhaps to simply enrich Vincent's “plot”. The ex-Turk would not be able to forgive himself if harm came to Nanaki, especially if by his own hand. The group said their goodbyes, and the gunslinger made his way toward the registration tent.
Vince strode up to the tent, tightening his bandana and the buckles on his mantle. He then stopped for a moment, his right hand falling to his holster, and pulled Cerberus free. He cracked the barrel, spinning the chamber a few times and locked it back in place. The gunslinger than pulled the trigger a few times, ensuring the firing mechanism was not jammed from his recent saltwater bath. It clicked freely and easily, signifying a working mechanism. Following this short routine, he concluded that he was now as ready as he possibly could be for a tournament like this. As he renewed his approach toward the tent, he mulled over the multitude of spells that he thought he may find himself in need of.
“Greetings everyone!” A voice called, echoing from a large loudspeaker near the door of the tent. “I'm glad to see that so many of you have turned up for this event. Please form an orderly line if you wish to register, and those that have already signed up, please head into the main reception hall. Anyone else, please feel free to chat with your fellow combatants before getting in line. Remember: big decision! Lots of glory to be had!”
As the loudspeaker finally died down, the group began to thin out, with about half of the people in the crowd heading toward some smaller booths off to the side of the entrance. The rest neatened up into a single-file line, with some entrants chatting with those in front or behind them. Vincent took his place at the back of the line, barely noticing the entrants around him. Many of them seemed to be the typical muscle-bound tough guy in need of proving themselves, with around half of them already shirtless and making every effort to make themselves look bigger and more menacing than they really were. The ex-Turk kept to himself, contemplating how he would deal with the combat that was to come. Inevitably, he would need to kill many people through the course of this tournament, though the thought did not shake him. He had killed before and, thanks to his Turk training, he was numb to the idea. Indeed, though many would find him cold or even cruel for his thoughts, he would have no regrets about ending the life of someone if it meant returning home. Everyone entering, including Vincent himself, was placing their life on the line by signing up.
The line filed through quickly and the gunslinger soon stepped into the tent, observing the occupants. Vincent's overall impression of the setup was that it all seemed quite bland. Everything seemed very practiced and fast paced, as if this had happened many times before. The employees near the door were all dressed in identical nondescript clothing, a simple black polo and slacks. The majority of the others within the tent looked to be with the press, toting cameras and sound equipment and catching entrants during the registration process. At the far end of the 'room' stood a large glittering schism; what Vincent could only assume was the portal into Karl's dimension.
As Vincent neared the portal, a stern-looking woman stepped into his path. “Name?”
Vincent stopped abruptly, locking eyes with the woman. “Vincent Valentine.”
“And what makes you worthy to enter the Danteverse?”
The gunslinger thought for a moment, having not anticipated needing to display his skills. He look around quickly, glancing over his shoulder at the nearest newscaster. A bored-looking man with a horrible comb-over, he was glancing at the line of entrants and chuckling, shaking his head slowly. Choosing his target, Vincent focused on the man and began muttering an incantation. As he finished the cast, he noticed the almost imperceptible, telltale sheen spread across the man's back.
“What'd you say? I can't hear you when you mutter, dammit,” the Syntex employee snapped.
Vincent turned to face the woman, again meeting her gaze. Without breaking eye-contact, he quickly pulled his revolver from the holster and fired a shot blindly in the newscaster's direction. The registrar's eyes widened and her mouth fell open as the shot pinged uselessly off the man's head, burning a hole in the roof of the tent. The ex-Turk then released his concentration, breaking the spell. He allowed himself a glance in the man's direction, noting the shocked look on the man's face as the shiny aura faded. The newscaster, as well as the rest of the occupants of the tent, stared dumbfounded at the cloaked gunslinger for a few seconds before glancing at each other and back at the attacker. Vincent could feel the cameras focusing, as those anchors that had not just been shot at began to close in on him.
“Well. Um, I think that'll do...” The registrar stammered, handing the Prime a clipboard. “Just fill that out and return it to me and then you can head on through. Welcome to Dante's Abyss and may you do well.”
“Costa del Sol should be around twenty minutes North of here at the rate we are going.” Nanaki spoke over the roaring engine. He sat calmly beside a slightly terrified Ral, looking out over the ocean.
“So...um...friend of yours?” Ral inquired, being careful not to make contact with the newcomer.
Vincent nodded, smiling. “Yes. We have some history.”
Nanaki chuckled. “If you call nearly dying several times a history.”
Ral nodded, finally taking a moment to examine the beast. “So, what's your name?”
“I was born Nanaki, though I have been known as Red XIII recently. Whichever you like is fine with me.”
The younger Sola boy nodded. “Nanaki. I like it,” he mused.
Over the course of the trip, Vincent and Red XIII spoke about their latest escapades. After filling the burgundy quadruped in on his own exploits, the ex-Turk listening intently to his comrade's tale. At some point following the destruction near Edge and Vincent's subsequent journey into the rift, there had been a massive earthquake with the epicenter being at the precise location where he had 'fallen' into the Omniverse. Red, along with Cloud, Barret, Cid, Tifa and Yuffie had managed to get many citizens out of Edge and the surrounding towns during the chaos, though at least a handful of people had gone missing and were presumed dead. Some days later the team had returned to the site of the quake, looking for any survivors. It was at this point that Nanaki had found the rift that Vincent had fallen into.
“I neared the rift, and I thought that I could hear someone speaking,” Nanaki explained. “It sounded like you, Vincent. You had been missing for days and when I heard your voice, I closed in on the rift, only to be dragged in and arrive here.”
The cloaked Prime nodded in recognition. “I assume you saw Him?”
Nanaki nodded in turn. “The one who calls himself Omni, ruler of this 'Omni-verse'.”
Vincent paused to mull this information over. The rifts in his homeworld had persisted, even generating massive earthquakes and causing destruction in Edge. He wasn't sure if things would have been different for the town if he had been there, though he ventured that lives could have been saved. He cursed his current predicament and the people that had needlessly died. To add insult to injury, he had also inadvertently dragged his friend into this universe-sized prison. Though the thought that his friends were alive, concerned, and looking for him did give him some semblance of solace, it also only strengthen his resolve to return home.
“After reaching the Nexus,” Red continued, “I found that I could somehow 'sense' that something familiar was on the horizon, so I headed here, to the Vasty Deep. Upon stepping through the portal and reaching the sands of Costa del Sol, I could clearly sense that it was you. As I attempted to find a vessel with which to reach you, I was captured by the lovely men that you froze back there.”
The ex-Turk did not respond. So, Nanaki had likely sensed the conflict that the gunslinger had had aboard the Imperial ship and headed toward him, only to be ambushed. “I'm sorry, Nanaki.”
“Do not apologize, Vincent.” Nanaki said simply, shaking his beaded mane. “It was not you that brought me here, but my fear for your safety. Now that I find that you are safe, we can work on finding a way back. It is as simple as that.”
“That's gonna be harder than it sounds,” Tal called over his shoulder. “I haven't heard of anyone ever getting out. Hell, you'd probably have to meet the big man himself to even stand a chance.”
Vincent turned to face the helmsman. “That's not a terrible idea.”
“Yeah well, the problem is that no one knows how to find the guy.” Tal snapped, glancing back at the group.
“The men that captured me mentioned being in the employ of someone named Karl,” Red replied, turning to Vincent. “They said that he's powerful enough to control an entire dimension, one that he calls 'The Danteverse' that houses an area called 'Dante's Abyss'”
The cloaked Prime nodded. “Tal mentioned the same thing.”
“Well, that's as good a place as any to start, right?” Ral chimed in. “If he can create a dimension, he probably can get you home, or at least get you to where Omni is!”
“If that's even possible.” Tal added.
The gunslinger furrowed his brow, resting his chin on his armored fist. It did indeed seem like meeting this 'Karl' person would be his best bet. It was his only real lead to go on at this point; whether it lead anywhere or not he'd have to wait and see. “So, what did Karl want with you?”
Nanaki gave his approximation of a shrug. “It seemed like he needed to defend something. The pirates kept mentioning something about needing to bring a fearsome creature back to 'spice up the fights'.”
“The mercenaries were talking about the Abyss like it was some kind of contest. They sounded really excited about watching the bloody battles.” Tal called over the roaring engine. “Also, for those interested: I can see the coast!”
'Spicing up the fights'? 'Bloody battles'? It sounded to Vincent like this Dante's Abyss was some kind of combat competition. With the excitement that the mercenaries displayed, Vincent could only assume that it was some sort of large-scale death-match. He hoped that this was not the case. Whatever it turned out to be, Vincent resolved to make his way to the ringleader of the competition and find the answers he sought.
“Should be there in a few minutes, folks. Get yourselves ready to run if you see any Imperials!”
The quartet pulled in close to the shore, killing the engine. Tal directed the boat behind an outcropping of rocks and wedged the hull between a few large boulders. The crew hopped onto the rocks, staying low to avoid detection. By that point the sun had begun to rise again, pulling back the darkness of the night. Just over the rocks, Vincent could make out the silhouettes of small houses near the shoreline; Costa del Sol.
“There's the city,” Ral muttered, squatting behind a smaller boulder. He paused for a moment before speaking again. “So...that's new.”
Vincent saw at once what the boy had meant. Smack in the middle of the beach stood an enormous white tent, sprawling nearly 50 meters. The prime could barely make out a group of a dozen or so people that appeared to be mulling around the entrance to the tent. A banner stretched across the tent, hung squarely over the opening. The prime could clearly read the message, though he could have guessed that this point what it might say.
DANTE'S ABYSS REGISTRATION
“Of course it's right out in the open.” Tal shook his head. “I can't go down there, they'll catch sight of me right away. They've got me on 'THE' list.”
“He's right.” Ral said, nodding. “I can see at least 5 stormtroopers from here. They're standing right at the door, too.”
“You three should be fine, the mercenaries barely even saw Ral and Vincent and they have no reason to pursue Nanaki. They only care about me,” the elder Sola said, taking a seat in the dirt. “Just head over, I'll wait till this calms down and head back to Coruscant or something. I have some contacts in the lower levels that can hide-” His words were cut short as his brother's fist collided with his head.
“Are you stupid?!” Ral snapped, “I'm not just leaving you here after going through the trouble of breaking you out.” He sighed, glancing back at his comrades before taking a seat beside his brother. “Sorry, Vincent. I have to stay with my brother.”
The pale Prime nodded. “Understandable.” He turned once more to examine the growing crowd on the beach. There were indeed a good many Imperial troops on the sands, composed of Stormtroopers as well as a great many figures in identical gray armor. He weighed his options for a moment before turning back to his comrades. “Nanaki, you should stay with the boys. I'll head to Dante's Abyss alone.”
“I cannot let you go alone, Vincent. You may need help in there; who knows what other unsavory entrants may appear.” Red replied, surveying the beach.
“Well, we can't just leave them to find their way home alone,” Vincent replied. “I get the feeling that this sort of competition won't allow for two winners, anyway...” He trailed off, sighing.
After a slight pause, his quadrupedal comrade spoke. “You may be right. Go ahead and enter, if I sense that you are in distress, however, I will have to come in after you.”
The pale Prime nodded, though he doubted his friend would be able to sense him if he left this dimension. He got the impression that Nanaki's arrival in the Omniverse was not by chance; it was likely that he had been lured in by the realm's master as another sick game, perhaps to simply enrich Vincent's “plot”. The ex-Turk would not be able to forgive himself if harm came to Nanaki, especially if by his own hand. The group said their goodbyes, and the gunslinger made his way toward the registration tent.
Vince strode up to the tent, tightening his bandana and the buckles on his mantle. He then stopped for a moment, his right hand falling to his holster, and pulled Cerberus free. He cracked the barrel, spinning the chamber a few times and locked it back in place. The gunslinger than pulled the trigger a few times, ensuring the firing mechanism was not jammed from his recent saltwater bath. It clicked freely and easily, signifying a working mechanism. Following this short routine, he concluded that he was now as ready as he possibly could be for a tournament like this. As he renewed his approach toward the tent, he mulled over the multitude of spells that he thought he may find himself in need of.
“Greetings everyone!” A voice called, echoing from a large loudspeaker near the door of the tent. “I'm glad to see that so many of you have turned up for this event. Please form an orderly line if you wish to register, and those that have already signed up, please head into the main reception hall. Anyone else, please feel free to chat with your fellow combatants before getting in line. Remember: big decision! Lots of glory to be had!”
As the loudspeaker finally died down, the group began to thin out, with about half of the people in the crowd heading toward some smaller booths off to the side of the entrance. The rest neatened up into a single-file line, with some entrants chatting with those in front or behind them. Vincent took his place at the back of the line, barely noticing the entrants around him. Many of them seemed to be the typical muscle-bound tough guy in need of proving themselves, with around half of them already shirtless and making every effort to make themselves look bigger and more menacing than they really were. The ex-Turk kept to himself, contemplating how he would deal with the combat that was to come. Inevitably, he would need to kill many people through the course of this tournament, though the thought did not shake him. He had killed before and, thanks to his Turk training, he was numb to the idea. Indeed, though many would find him cold or even cruel for his thoughts, he would have no regrets about ending the life of someone if it meant returning home. Everyone entering, including Vincent himself, was placing their life on the line by signing up.
The line filed through quickly and the gunslinger soon stepped into the tent, observing the occupants. Vincent's overall impression of the setup was that it all seemed quite bland. Everything seemed very practiced and fast paced, as if this had happened many times before. The employees near the door were all dressed in identical nondescript clothing, a simple black polo and slacks. The majority of the others within the tent looked to be with the press, toting cameras and sound equipment and catching entrants during the registration process. At the far end of the 'room' stood a large glittering schism; what Vincent could only assume was the portal into Karl's dimension.
As Vincent neared the portal, a stern-looking woman stepped into his path. “Name?”
Vincent stopped abruptly, locking eyes with the woman. “Vincent Valentine.”
“And what makes you worthy to enter the Danteverse?”
The gunslinger thought for a moment, having not anticipated needing to display his skills. He look around quickly, glancing over his shoulder at the nearest newscaster. A bored-looking man with a horrible comb-over, he was glancing at the line of entrants and chuckling, shaking his head slowly. Choosing his target, Vincent focused on the man and began muttering an incantation. As he finished the cast, he noticed the almost imperceptible, telltale sheen spread across the man's back.
“What'd you say? I can't hear you when you mutter, dammit,” the Syntex employee snapped.
Vincent turned to face the woman, again meeting her gaze. Without breaking eye-contact, he quickly pulled his revolver from the holster and fired a shot blindly in the newscaster's direction. The registrar's eyes widened and her mouth fell open as the shot pinged uselessly off the man's head, burning a hole in the roof of the tent. The ex-Turk then released his concentration, breaking the spell. He allowed himself a glance in the man's direction, noting the shocked look on the man's face as the shiny aura faded. The newscaster, as well as the rest of the occupants of the tent, stared dumbfounded at the cloaked gunslinger for a few seconds before glancing at each other and back at the attacker. Vincent could feel the cameras focusing, as those anchors that had not just been shot at began to close in on him.
“Well. Um, I think that'll do...” The registrar stammered, handing the Prime a clipboard. “Just fill that out and return it to me and then you can head on through. Welcome to Dante's Abyss and may you do well.”
Quote:Appearance –
Personality – Quiet, calm and logical, he appears stoic and slightly intimidating to newcomers. He has a very unassuming attitude and does not like to draw attention himself, as this allows him to observe and learn unhindered. Though a man of few words, he is very polite and never overtly rude or mean unless he feels threatened (like, gun to the head, not "You saw I was in line first,"). In a situation like Dante's Abyss, he will have a 'get the job done' attitude toward combat, operating under the assumption that anyone on the island wants him dead. Vincent tends to be somewhat distrusting of the average person, both due to his training in espionage and his own personal experiences. This is only magnified by the nature of the contest; it would take significant development to trust someone in the Abyss.
Possible Reactions – Vincent has entered Dante's Abyss with no false assumptions of what the contest will entail. He is willing to go through whomever he has to in order to win and get what he desires. He is motivated by the thought that winning will get him more information on the Omniverse (and escaping it) from Karl Jak, aiding him in perhaps returning to the 'family' that he left behind in his realm. In this way, it is more of a desperation attitude than a glory-seeking mindset. Though he dislikes manipulating people, he is well-versed in espionage and will do what needs to be done.
Relationships – None.
‘Combat’ Style – When in combat, Vincent prefers to size up his opponent and does not typically throw the first punch. He has a tendancy to put an ally's well-being before his own if he fully trusts the person. Typically he does not desire to kill every person he fights and would rather let them flee, though as he has no choice in this instance he will have killing intent. He is not one to toy with opponents nor does he allow the same of his opponent. To him this is a necessary evil, not a playground.
Eligible Powers – Master Acrobat, Burst Movement, Basic Super Jumping (Reduced from 10 meters to 10 feet), Basic Suppression, Stealth (Can't avoid F2F)
Moves –
Overflow – Tier 1 Super Move
Extra – Whenever possible, Vincent prefers to dodge rather than clash and fight at range. In the face of an opponent rushing him with a sword for example, he is apt to roll out of the way and attack from behind. If he is forced to fight hand-to-hand he will focus more on getting his opponent into a position that he can quickly kill the opponent (drown, snap necks, knock off cliffs etc.) rather than beat their face into the ground.
Chaos Cloak – Tier 1 Power-Up
Quotes –
"Don't toy with me."
"I'll do what I have to do."
"I said I've heard enough. It's time to end this. Right here, right now."
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