06-22-2017, 04:12 PM
The sun finally dipped under the threshold of the horizon, giving way to the shades of night. A dull moon hovered overhead, stars sparkling freely with none of the bright city lights to diminish them. Silence seemed to settle over the island...
That is, until the sound of an engine began to drone into play. Batman and Dante quietly shuffled over to the side of their perch to overlook the source: a rattling old car roaring down the thoroughfare, two large figures manning the front seats. The two on the roof overlooked the clattering machine, watching it sputter through an intersection (to the annoyance of an automated traffic light) and pull into the local plaza. The detective had predicted the item would drop here, and apparently so did these newcomers.
"What do you think-?" Redgrave asked, but Batman shushed him with a raised hand, sidling over to investigate. The figures that lurched out of the car were both hulking in their own rights; one had a boisterous amount of muscle and fat underneath his weathered cop outfit, and the other wore a cumbersome-looking suit of powered armor. The vigilante narrowed his eyes, drawing resemblances to old foes.
"Well?" Redgrave asked again, in a whisper this time. "Got a plan?"
The black cowl grunted, displeased with the situation. The competitors below were large and brandished suitably large weapons. Handling even both of them might've been possible outside of the Omniverse, but between the nature of Omniphysics and his own damage, there was no telling how much of a fight these folks could put up.
"I won't lie- I don't like the looks of it," Batman explained, his voice hushed but still gruff. "They both look like they're in good shape, and chances are their weapons can pack a punch."
Dante acknowledged this carefully, his own brow furrowing under the tense situation. He began to concentrate, focusing on the link to one of his weapons. Suddenly, the dark knight's silencing hand sprung up again, this time to pull the redcoat away from the edge of the building. Dante nearly fell over from the force, but he threw off the armored glove grappling him and returned to a standing postion. "The hell-?!"
"They spotted us. We're leaving," the black cowl spoke, blunt and to the point, "We're in no condition to pick fights in our current condition."
Dante was offended, but recalled their earlier encounter. Though the son of Sparda had been certain he had dealt fatal damage to the red fairy, she had picked herself up well enough to help chase the two off. If someone that frail could withstand such an assault, these burly-looking dudes could probably take it all in stride.
"So we retreat," Tony said finally, not entirely willing to catch on to his ally's plan.
"We need to move carefully, Redgrave," Batman justified. "We're only together mutually, because we're in poor condition. Either we find a way to fix ourselves, or we find strong allies willing to aid us."
Dante hummed briefly. He mulled over who he had met so far... and settled on two souls not yet accounted for. "I think I know just where to find 'em," the devil hunter said with new resolve. "It'll take some backtracking, but it may just be worth it, believe me."
The vigilante conceded to Dante's half of the suggestion, before they both took off across the buildings and into the moonlit darkness.
That is, until the sound of an engine began to drone into play. Batman and Dante quietly shuffled over to the side of their perch to overlook the source: a rattling old car roaring down the thoroughfare, two large figures manning the front seats. The two on the roof overlooked the clattering machine, watching it sputter through an intersection (to the annoyance of an automated traffic light) and pull into the local plaza. The detective had predicted the item would drop here, and apparently so did these newcomers.
"What do you think-?" Redgrave asked, but Batman shushed him with a raised hand, sidling over to investigate. The figures that lurched out of the car were both hulking in their own rights; one had a boisterous amount of muscle and fat underneath his weathered cop outfit, and the other wore a cumbersome-looking suit of powered armor. The vigilante narrowed his eyes, drawing resemblances to old foes.
"Well?" Redgrave asked again, in a whisper this time. "Got a plan?"
The black cowl grunted, displeased with the situation. The competitors below were large and brandished suitably large weapons. Handling even both of them might've been possible outside of the Omniverse, but between the nature of Omniphysics and his own damage, there was no telling how much of a fight these folks could put up.
"I won't lie- I don't like the looks of it," Batman explained, his voice hushed but still gruff. "They both look like they're in good shape, and chances are their weapons can pack a punch."
Dante acknowledged this carefully, his own brow furrowing under the tense situation. He began to concentrate, focusing on the link to one of his weapons. Suddenly, the dark knight's silencing hand sprung up again, this time to pull the redcoat away from the edge of the building. Dante nearly fell over from the force, but he threw off the armored glove grappling him and returned to a standing postion. "The hell-?!"
"They spotted us. We're leaving," the black cowl spoke, blunt and to the point, "We're in no condition to pick fights in our current condition."
Dante was offended, but recalled their earlier encounter. Though the son of Sparda had been certain he had dealt fatal damage to the red fairy, she had picked herself up well enough to help chase the two off. If someone that frail could withstand such an assault, these burly-looking dudes could probably take it all in stride.
"So we retreat," Tony said finally, not entirely willing to catch on to his ally's plan.
"We need to move carefully, Redgrave," Batman justified. "We're only together mutually, because we're in poor condition. Either we find a way to fix ourselves, or we find strong allies willing to aid us."
Dante hummed briefly. He mulled over who he had met so far... and settled on two souls not yet accounted for. "I think I know just where to find 'em," the devil hunter said with new resolve. "It'll take some backtracking, but it may just be worth it, believe me."
The vigilante conceded to Dante's half of the suggestion, before they both took off across the buildings and into the moonlit darkness.
Quote:Dante and Batman moving to C17 from C16. LATER SUCKERS
also we're not trying to challenge anybody who might be in that space