11-12-2016, 03:08 PM
Behind his mask a sly grin began to appear on his face. So far only three people had come to fight for the magical sword. Red Hood didn't recognize the two young women standing before him, he did however recognize the large technowarrior. He had met Colonel not to long ago when they had fought the great dragon that terrorized the Ashen Steeps. To his knowledge Colonel hadn't survived the ordeal unless he was able to escape the battle of Mount Doom. Red had been surprised to see him answer his message, considering Red thought he was dead, however Thor had been resurrected even though he had seen his body burnt to a crisp. Off in the distance Red could see another hooded figure approaching, assuming he was also interested in the sword, Red turned back to those already gathered in front of him.
Red sheathed the sword and placed it back in it's customary place; slung around his back. A moment later another familiar face had arrived. Erik Vrell had been with him as they tried to infiltrate the great dragon's lair. Red listened to Erik's heart felt challenge. After the the young man was finished Red burst into laughter. Soon the hooded figure stopped walking as he came level next to Erik
"Well Erik, you'll have to get in line" he said motioning at the others standing in front of him.
"The God Mind, Nealaphh gave me this sword and if you wish to posses it, you'll have to fight me just like all of them, and quite possibly them as well if they stay true to the challenge." Red said sizing each of the combatants up.
"Well then, let's get this over then shall we?" He said in a monotone voice. With deft hand motion to his belt, Red produced a flash bang grenade and one of his speciality grenades he had been dying to use. With a flick of his wrist he threw both of them. Unfortunately for the group they had all been standing quite near one another. As the gas dispersed and began to spread among them Red let out a small laugh.
"What you're all experiencing right now is a little concoction a man named Dr. Crane created, or better known as the Scarecrow. The chemical should be making its way towards your brains and soon you'll all be met with your darkest deepest fears. Although it's just a hallucination, your brain doesn't know that" Red finished with another laugh. Red pulled his guns from their respective holsters and steadied them at the blind and hallucinating group. He watched the blinded and afflicted group with a smile as he saw the beginning of the chemical take affect. Not wanting to waste this perfect moment Red began firing his pistols, evenly distributing the bullets between the group of people. Each bullet met it's mark and groans and screams of pain came from them. Of course Red wasn't sure if that was due to his now empty ammunition clips or from the gas he had unleashed upon them. Red reloaded the guns, waiting for what would come next.
Red sheathed the sword and placed it back in it's customary place; slung around his back. A moment later another familiar face had arrived. Erik Vrell had been with him as they tried to infiltrate the great dragon's lair. Red listened to Erik's heart felt challenge. After the the young man was finished Red burst into laughter. Soon the hooded figure stopped walking as he came level next to Erik
"Well Erik, you'll have to get in line" he said motioning at the others standing in front of him.
"The God Mind, Nealaphh gave me this sword and if you wish to posses it, you'll have to fight me just like all of them, and quite possibly them as well if they stay true to the challenge." Red said sizing each of the combatants up.
"Well then, let's get this over then shall we?" He said in a monotone voice. With deft hand motion to his belt, Red produced a flash bang grenade and one of his speciality grenades he had been dying to use. With a flick of his wrist he threw both of them. Unfortunately for the group they had all been standing quite near one another. As the gas dispersed and began to spread among them Red let out a small laugh.
"What you're all experiencing right now is a little concoction a man named Dr. Crane created, or better known as the Scarecrow. The chemical should be making its way towards your brains and soon you'll all be met with your darkest deepest fears. Although it's just a hallucination, your brain doesn't know that" Red finished with another laugh. Red pulled his guns from their respective holsters and steadied them at the blind and hallucinating group. He watched the blinded and afflicted group with a smile as he saw the beginning of the chemical take affect. Not wanting to waste this perfect moment Red began firing his pistols, evenly distributing the bullets between the group of people. Each bullet met it's mark and groans and screams of pain came from them. Of course Red wasn't sure if that was due to his now empty ammunition clips or from the gas he had unleashed upon them. Red reloaded the guns, waiting for what would come next.
Quote:Used flashbang grenade and Dr. Crane's Gas grenade.
As described in the post the has causes you to hallucinate your worst fear. Since you all are standing so close to one another you'll probably end up bumping into one another and causing a fight. The first part of your next post should describe the fear your charry has and how he/she deals with it
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You can't stop crime. That's what you never understood. I'm controlling it. You wanna rule them by fear, but what do you do with the ones who aren't afraid? I'm doing what you won't, I'm taking them out.