Knight Night

[Moon Knight]

Marching, taking one step after the other, making footing through the torn and vandalized streets that the now free inmates of Costa Del Sol’s prison. An hour had passed since the last true deadly skirmish had been dealt with and the Avengers plus company were well on their way to the prison. 

“Only a few more kilometers from the prison and it looks like we’ve dealt with most of the criminals!” One of the stormtroopers positioned in one of the convoy’s armored transports shouted. 

Crossing through what was a resort outing street, the entire convoy was stopped by a roadblock of other Imperial armored transports. 

“Looks like one of the convoys made it before us but where’s everyone,” a trooper said behind Moon Knight and the rest of the Avengers who at this point we're taking the lead of the march. 

“This doesn’t look right at all,” another one added. 

Stepping ahead of the rest of the team Marc’s mask’s white eyes narrowed scanning the scene like a hawk. His military and combat training kicking in, he didn't like the look of it one bit. Armored vehicles parked as if a roadblock to keep criminals out but no sign of anyone. The spot they were in was ripe for the opening of an ambush. Taking two steps Moon Knight’s white eyes flustered with thought over what could happen. 

Taking another step on the concert crossroad Marc’s eyes with anger, he was right a God damn ambush. Criminals, too many to count came from nowhere pouring from the building and roadblock surrounding the Avengers and convoy. Adrenaline coursing through his very veins, it was enough to give Marc the momentum to quickly turn back dodging the blaster fire and bullets. 

Taking cover behind one of the armored transports Moon Knight took a few seconds to catch his breath. Looking beside him locked in the same situation Marcus, Ratione, and his friend was taking cover behind the transport. 

“Where’s All Might!?” The Silver Avenger gasping for air shouted at Marcus. 

Marcus’ eyes narrowed toward his comrade, he flinched back as three blaster bolts smashed beside him leaving burning holes in the armored truck. 

“He’s still up front!”

“Without cover?!”

“Yeah! He’s taking the fight to himse-” Marcus’ words were completely cut off by one of the convoy trucks down the line taking a direct by a rocket. 

“Shit! Rockets!”

Both men including Ratione and friend ducked as another went off. Moon Knight taking a deep breath through his nose put his back completely on the trucks steel plating and sidestepped peering out in the chaos of both stormtroopers and inmates firing at each other. 

His mask’s white eyes didn't hesitate, scanning the firefight. It didn't take him long to spot out All Might and that the rockets were coming from two buildings, one on the left side of the street and another on the right. 

Turning back to the rest of the team Marc shot out his left hand pointing at Ratione and Janna.

“We need those rockets taken out or we're all going to be meeting our maker. Besides that All Might needs our help, I can see where those missiles are coming from. Ratione and you blue fur ball you’re with me!” The white and black-clad vigilante ducked covering his hooded head as another missile made contact with another vehicle. “Marcus once those ass holes are taken out you and the stormtroopers jump in on the action, Khonshu protect us all!”

With a battle-hardened shout Marc ran out into the crossing fire, staying low Ratione and Janna quickly followed behind Moon Knight. By the grace of Omni, God, Khonshu, whoever; they narrowly missed bullets and blaster bolts. Getting near All Might Ratione and Janna dug into cover on the trunk of a totaled car, shards of glass, smoke, and fire surrounded them. 

“All Might!” Moon Knight shouted ducking from several bolts, neither of them had time to reply back to each other. 

Charging through the black smothering smoke an inmate rushed for the Silver Avenger swinging at his masked face with a hard right hook. Taking action Moon Knight pulled up both his gloved hands tightly gripping on criminals forearm and elbow quickly and forcefully applying pressure until the poor bastard’s arm snapped. The rioter shrieking from the pain dropped to his knees, not finished with him Moon Knight took the broken arm and yanked hard pulling him close into Moon Knight's white silver boot, taking his arm once again Moon Knight laid a hard right hook that completely subduing the fool. Panting hard Marc turned to All Might who with no effort at all swatted with both fists back and forth knocking back three criminals armed with lead pipes and wooden planks. 

“How are you holding up!?” Moon Knight asked resuming his effort in not getting shot. 

“So far I'm alright but I'm not falling back if there's ever a chance of driving the criminals back. I'm afraid we won't be able to last a bit longer if we don't take those rocket launchers out, do you got a plan?” 

Moon Knight ducked under another barrage of bullets and bolts, without wasting time pointing at the building to their left. 

“I do. You see that building up there that's where a few of them are coming the other is to the building on our right. I want you to jump up there and take them out, you think you can throw Ratione and Janna into the other?” 

All Might's usual grin grew larger than normal. 

“Of course!” 

Giving a tight gesture Ratione and his friend jumped out of their cover, Janna fired her blaster suppressing the inmates as they made they their way to the tall hulking man. 

Not wanting to waste anytime All Might snatched them up and launched himself into the air. 

“Fastball Special!” He shouted at the top of his lungs tossing Ratione and Janna into the other building right before his own self crashed into his own targeted building. 

Gritting his teeth Moon Knight pulled out his white quarterstaff from his belt. His white eyes were transfixed on the gun and blaster fire primal drumbeat of violence echoing in his less than sane head. The first building with the rocket launchers was All Might's side, without effort he had quickly dispatched all of the criminals. Once done, he shot himself out the building top floor windows and landed beside Marc, an explosion soon followed behind All Might. 

On the other side of the street, Janna and Ratione smashed through their targeted building, wreaking havoc inside. Ratione beating each and every criminal with the flat side of his blade and Janna firing her blaster's stunner. Once the building was cleared Ratione with Janna on his back crashed out of the top floors window landing on a car below. Positioned in a kneeling stance Ratione waved his blade to his left slowly while Janna continued to open fire at the criminals up ahead. 


With rockets out of the way Marcus waved to the stormtroopers telling them to pour out from the cover, it's time for them to make their charge, it was time for them to experience their finest hour. 

Moon Knight's his white eye narrowed and his body tensing, he could feel another shot of adrenaline enter his bloodstream. He was eager for the fight it was time to take back the prison and end this riot where it started. The same as the Stormtroopers had charged so did the rioting inmates, this is riot was an image of Hell and chaos born into reality. Bringing his quarterstaff upwards Moon Knight forcefully smashed it into two criminal's legs flipping them hard onto their back. 

"This is it! Push forward it's time we take the prison back!" Moon Knight shouted at the top of his lungs pointing at the prison uphill.

[Marcus Wright]

Once Moon Knight gave the command, Marcus waved his hands over at the stormtroopers waiting for orders briefly under his command for a short time “Don’t just stand there, GET MOVING.”

When the stormtroopers started their attacks in and blazing, Marcus waited for the right time to push himself in the action and grabbed a criminal as they hissed at him as he slammed heads together of two of them trying to rush him. No sooner than that happening, a prisoner tried to grab Marcus from the back to use him as bait for the other Avengers. He growled, struggling for a few minutes as the fellow prisoners jumped on him, trying to create a diversion.

“You guys made the wrong FUCKIN’ Mistake.”

The terminator man used his foot to kick his boot in his nuts and pushed him back, leaving him stunned and slammed him against another prisoner who dared to be smart this time.

One prisoner grabbed the Avenger in question trying to pull him in as Marcus gritted his teeth, almost having the urge to kill again but stopped in his tracks.

One of the white stormtroopers frowned, waving at Marcus “Hey, Pal you alright?”

Marcus held his head for a second and gritted his teeth.

“It’s nothing…”
Once his brief headache was gone, Marcus waved the soldiers back in line “Come on, everyone.” “Let’s get the front line up to the prisons open for the others!”

The stormtroopers saluted and moved on their way as they began to shoot down each criminal one by one.

As they did that, Marcus took a rush into the prisoners, and started to free a line for the others to reach the prison.

As he was able to see some progress, the conveys started to find room to clear the prisoners in front of them. “Marc, Ratione, Jenna, All Might, What is everyone’s statuses so far? Me and the boys are pushing through the front on the prison. We are able to move slow but we are making progress.

[homin-Ratione]

Ratione lunged off of the metal roof, bringing his pommel to bear and into a rioter's face. Janna followed up with hopping off of his shoulder, soaring into the air and firing a stun blast at a squad of five rioters. The wide radius of the stun hit all of them at once, dropping the group as the yordle fell back down and into the Novan's arm. The old man deposited the girl on the asphalt, and the duo made their way across the lot and behind the white-clad warrior that had been directing them.

Ratione came to a grinding halt, looking over the scene. Two lines moving against each other, his own advancing unto a fortress.

***

"Furtumin!" The squad-leader walked up to Ratione from the front line, pikemen lunging their weapons foreward and pushing the Sar-kuhn line back. Arrow fire from light bows skipped off their helms and armor, occasionally sinking into someone's mail. They likely did not even feel it.

"That's the issue, squad-lead. Why is a Furtumin here?" The Sar-kuhn outpost was completely surrounded on all sides. A hill had been adorned with a small base, walls full of holes from ballista fire, patched up with shields or whatever scrap wood they could find. In tiered circles, trenches had been dug. On all fronts, Novan shield-walls and pike-hedges advanced. Ballistas kept taking potshots at any solid encampments that were attempted, as well as the main camp. Squads of crossbows sat at the flanks of any melee engagements, firing haphazardly into the Sar-kuhn forces.

"Yeah, the dogs aren't so great when you put their armor to the test. Get 'em all clustered and they can't run off, have to face you like a man." An arrow whistled down from the sky, biting into his mail. The squad-leader did not even flinch.

Ratione furrowed his brow behind the glass visor. "You wouldn't be sayin' that if you got stuck in an open field with them, squad-lead. I'll take over from here." The Furtumin's jump-pack kicked on, throwing him a few hundred meters into the sky before barreling down on the top of the hill.

***

Ratione lunged over the front line, leaving Janna behind to provide covering fire. His mass collided with a shield wall, breaking straight through. The rioters lacked any real training or discipline, putting their weight into the heels and crowding together too tightly. Once on the other side, the Furtumin gripped his weapon under the lugs, reversing the grip and thrusting the pommel into the first person that got close to him.

Now surrounded, training kicked in, but the white-clad warrior's request still sat in the back of his mind. Ratione began circling, swinging his blade in a figure-eight pattern around himself. This kept the rioters at bay, dispersing a small area and forcing them to pack into each other. The activity drew the attention of the front line, which now had to deal with the adversary behind them.

"Ratty!" Janna's voice carried over the chaos, and the Furtumin risked a glance upward. A flaming glass bottle soard through the air, a red bolt connecting with it and sending a shower of flames over the crowd.

***

A mushroom clowd of dirt rose into the air, a few body parts raining down on the trenches. The fort's main structure collapsed in on itself, walls of wood, concrete, and rubble smashing against each other and crushing all occupants. A suit of power-armor rose from the rubble, dust pouring off of him and his sword. The visor scanned the battlefield all around, Sar-kuhn peeking out from their trenches to the new king of the hill.

Ratione commanded his suit's computer to turn up his speakers' volume, voice bellowing across the encampment. "Sar-kuhn!"

Fighting abruptly ceased, all heads turning to the Furtumin.

***

Balls of flame fell on the crowd, scattering the rioters. The front line broke, charging past Ratione and flowing around him like a rock in a river. The white-clad warrior, the troopers, and the others moved forward, pushing the front line up to Ratione.

***

"Birsda kholbren ord!" Ratione's choppy tongue rang inside each and every one of the enemy's ears. The grammar was butchered, but the meaning was clear.

***

The rioters attempted to reform the line, but the troopers with batons and shields of their own moved in. Instead of charging blindly, they marched forward, shield edge to shield edge, giving each other enough room to maneuver. They kept their batons on their shoulders instead of hanging at their waists, bashing at the prisoners' skulls while keeping their guard up.

Ratione allowed himself a moment to breath and take a knee.

***

The Furtumin raised his massive blade, pointing it into the sky, "Tsa bogum bunta bind!"

Translations in order of appearance:
"We are mount stars!" or "We are the ones who mount the stars!", "Mount" meaning to take control, as in mounting a horse or female.
"You bow beneath us!" or "You will bow to us!"

[Dick Howland]

Dick paced the surface of the boat.
"So, you're sure we're headed to the right place?"
"Yeah, it's Impel Down. Biggest prison in the Deeps. I don't think we'll be missing it." Nicole's words assured him, but Dick was still afraid that the Avengers would react negatively to him coming. The past few days on the ship, he had practised his techniques, learning the new limits of his abilities. But he had also done some information-gathering, by talking to the gang on board. Apparently, there was a superhero group, called the Avengers. And best of all, they were based in the Vasty Deeps. But more rumours were circulating that they were in a battle against rioters on the biggest Imperial prison in the Omniverse, Impel Down. Intrigued, Dick requested that they head there. So there they were going. 

Within a few hours, the ship had arrived at Impel Down. And the rumours proved true. A large-scale battle was going on, costumed heroes and armoured stormtroopers against the bold orange jumpsuits of the prisoners. 
"So, you coming?" Dick looked at Nicole. "Your powers could come in handy."
"Nah. I'm not big on these hero groups. Just looking out for us." Dick shook his head.
"Alright."
"We'll stay here for you to come back," she said, but by then Dick was already running to the edge of the ship. He leapt over to the edge of Impel Down's shore, scanning the area. The Avengers were apparently moving in, pushing the prisoners back. But there were always outliers. Several prisoners had gotten past, each standing, not sure how to approach the scenario. Suddenly, Dick's sense of danger kicked in as he was looking around, and he did a quick flip to his side-and just in time. A laser soared past him, nearly scorching his head. He kicked in his eye-beams, hitting straight at the end of the gun barrel. It melted over, causing the gun to become useless. The criminal threw it on the ground in frustration, and Dick took advantage, sprinting forward with a burst of speed. He rammed into the prisoner, shoulder first, knocking him to the ground before kicking his head to knock him out. Another prisoner rushed forward, brandishing a baton, but Dick darted to the side just in time to avoid getting hit, punching the prisoner in the gut. He clenched with his hand onto the man's stomach, before grabbing his back and tossing him onto the ground. Another burst of speed, and he was up near the Avengers, and the stormtroopers.
"Avengers!" he yelled. "I'm here to help!"

[Moon Knight]

"Avenger! I'm here to help!"

Moon Knight swiftly dispatched the inmate gripped tightly in his hands by bringing his right fist into the degenerate's bare face, breaking bone and instantly knocking him unconscious. Catching his breath, Marc turned to the voice calling out to the Avengers. He sighed in relief as his eyes met the voice's owner. It was a lean man roughly six feet tall, with a thick beard and, of course, a costume of his own

Who are you!" The Silver Avenger grunted, gritting his teeth as a rioter smashed their fist into his caped back. Adrenaline already pumping through his veins, Spector ducked to the ground, pulling out his left leg and spinning in a 360 degree turn, knocking the criminal onto the concrete ground and completely unconscious from the force of the fall.

The man hesitated for a second before responding. "A hero like you! just call me Dick!" His voice was drowned a bit by the sound of tear gas grenades exploding in the distance of the prison's courtyard.Dick quickly turned and leveled his red eye beams at a prisoner aiming a gun in the far distance. The prisoner's gun instantly exploded upon the beams contact. 

Well, Dick," Marc said, uppercutting an incoming prisoner before he laid a hard right hook to another. "Glad you showed up! At this time we could use the backup! 

Dick nodded, immediately switching gears into a tactical mindset. He scanned the area, trying to see how the battle was playing out before leaping into action. Quickly Dick dashed out into the group of stormtroopers and the rest of the Avengers, beating at any criminals in his way as if he knew their own very moves. The other Avengers were locked in single combat with the bulk of the rioting prisoners, riot stormtroopers followed in behind of the assault beating, firing, and tear gassing any stragglers left behind from the teams wake

The entire prison was in complete shambles-- the very picture of anarchy. Fire, garbage, debris, and glass littered the entire area, only adding to the chaos. Stormtroopers smashing their batons on their riot shields shouted in their progress of pushing back the criminals. This was it; their final fight of the riot. It was time for the Avengers to take back the prison for the name of justice.

Pulling out his truncheons, Moon Knight began swinging at various inmates rushing after him in the push to get inside the prison's main facilities. The adrenaline Marc had from the start of the conflict was blaring at full blast. His heart beating to the rhythm of his strikes, back and forth, back and forth, beating at the criminals' legs, hands, feet, and faces. It was like a high-- a joy he hadn't felt in a long while, the blood-pumping thrill of a neverending battle. As quick as he had gotten it, Moon Knight's thrill ride was killed by the force of a lead pipe. A lucky rioter made his mark with a clear shot to Marc's head

Moon Knight turned to face his assaulter, trying to shake off the pain and exhaustion that was finally catching up with him. Vision blurred and head aching, his gloved hands clutched at his hooded head, temples throbbing and ears ringing, the sweet kiss of the lead pipe reverberating through his skull.

Kill. Kill. Kill! Kill! KILL! KILL KILL KILL KILL HIM, SPECTOR!

he vigilante reached out with his fingers, his breathing slowing into a short, shallow series of breaths and his masked eyes narrowing to glare at the rioter. With a short shout, Marc lunged through the space between them, knocking the man to his knees. His hands flew to the sides of the man's head, not bothering to ask him for input as they started to crush

Do it! Kill him! Let them know Khonshu's mercies! Show them the cost of their sin!

Moon Knight's hands tightened as the man struggled to get out of his grip, his shallow breaths picking up pace, getting heavier before turning into a growl. His arm's muscles tensed, veins bulging, the pressure to the man's face steadily building up and up until he let him go. The inmate fainted in a sigh of relief and fell to the grassy ground of the prison's courtyard.

NO!

YOU DARE DEFY ME! 

  Marc shook his head, trying the best he could to ignore Khonshu's rants. He quickly turned his gaze to the east side of the courtyard, only to see an unordinarily large and bulky man punching riot troopers left and right, smacking them several feet from where they stood before. Clenching his fists, Moon Knight readied himself to charge in and beat the bastard down, but before he could, a small explosion from a molotov flashed in his vision. 

 Marc's brown eyes beneath his mask widened, no longer was there a hulking man beating the tar out of the troopers surrounding him, no, there was only the Black Spectre standing there. The large armored villain swung his massive mace, knocking several troops off their feet. Moon Knight dashed for the supervillain, launching himself up into the air and landing on the Black Spectre's shoulder plates. For only a mere second the supervillain flashed from Black Spectre to the large criminal and then back. Raising his right fist, Moon Knight beat his old villain's face in until he collapsed to the ground.
           
Flipping off of the villain, Moon Knight took a moment to breathe and plan out what the team should do now that they were inside the Prison. Putting his right index finger on his hood, he activated his commlink

"Marcus, pass the word around to everyone to split up and find their way inside the prison's main facility, we'll all meet up in the cafeteria!" Moon Knight shouted, aiming his grappling hook at an emergency fire escape. He opened its door, running into a large, open hallway filled with only a bright white light

For what seemed like only minutes, Moon Knight stood in the long hallway. In the blink of an eye he had found himself in a white cushioned room and tied into a straightjacket. Black, scratched out writing filled the surrounding walls, seeming like nonscencial chickenscratch. A nearly perfect picture of Khonshu was scratched out in front of him on the white walls. Marc Started to breathe heavily, his eyes fluttering frantically as the vision overtook his senses, his ears ringing again.

No! I'm not crazy, Khonshu help me! 

Khonshu? What the Hell is a Khonshu? You Know a Khonshu, Billy? 

Never heard of him, Bobby.
  
The picture of Khonshu started to move, coming to life and pointing at a door that he hadn't seen lying in front of him the whole time. Moon Knight quickly picked himself off the white floor and bashed through the wooden door head first. Stumbling out of the Doorway he seemed to no longer have a straightjacket tied up to him. Stepping onto the facility's indoor fire escape, three inmates jumped at him from the corners. Marc's instincts quickly kicked in, he instantly shot out both of his truncheons and began to swing. The one in his right hand made contact with the inmate to his far right's face, his other hand's baton landing into the inmate to his far left's abdomen. Moon Knight lunged out for the one in front of him but an explosion blow all of them set the fire escape falling off its hinges. The Silver Avenger was sent spiraling down to the hard concrete floor below with a loud thud.         

With a grunt Moon Knight flipped over onto his back, another explosion went off in front of him. his vision was blurred once more. Rioting criminals all around him dealing with incoming stormtroopers no longer looked like they were, in replacement, their faces were now the cut off face that belonged to his most dangerous villain he had ever dealt with: Raoul Bushman. Spector's vision started flashing white for a few seconds before Khonshu appeared over him, pointing. 

"After all that I have done for you, Marc Spector and you shove it down my throat! You are a fool! an ungrateful avatar, once this is all over we're going to have a long talk. Oh, and watch out for the mummies" 

Moon Knight forced himself, deep screaming and moaning came from the dark end of the corridor. The vigilant took a deep breath before activating the nunchucks on both of his truncheons. As fast as he could he cycled the nunchucks side to side and back and forth, beating the incoming mummies as fast as he could. Putting one foot after another he smashed through the exit door and to his surprise the rest of the team had already made it into the cafeteria and steadily beating rioters down.

[Marcus Wright]

Marcus slammed another prisoner with a elbow and grabbed him and threw him at another prisoner. With the commanding voice of a old friend back home, his voice was deep and gritty and his voice came through the other communicators as he barked “Alright, you heard Moon Knight. It’s time for us to split up. We’ll meet in the Cafeteria. You all know what to do, now.”

“Marcus, out.”

Just before Marcus quieted his com for the time being, he noticed a familiar foe that the Avengers had fought before but not him. He was doing something with Blair, he remembered.

Bellatrix, the pure blood witch or so Vision went on about. Harry was only there for a short time to explain bits and pieces about her.

The escaping witch appeared with a orange jumpsuit and saw the A on his belt and smirked “Thanks for the “quick” lift, Avenger…. You are a failure to your team.”

Marcus growled as he let the witch start to try to pepper him with words, as she began to call out magic spells.

“Lady, if all you got is words, you have another damn thing coming.”

“CRUCIO”

As the attack zapped right for the terminator, Marcus had already used his power-up. His red eyes were lit and his “Don’t give a damn” attitude was on. The attack had barely hit the terminator but he literally walked it off like it was nothing. But he thought it was nothing at first when burning and numbing pain rushed right through the cyborg’s own body as he bit his tongue and refused to scream. It felt like the worst fire had crawled up his skin and decided to burn him

“.... .I will NOT scream…

Belliux smirked “Come on, scream… call your teammates.”

Marcus felt his body tensing up, his muscles feeling the screaming pain as he bent down and held himself as his body wanted him to scream so bad.

…. ARGH! ….

So the muggle is human after all.

“Half human, bitch.”
“WHAT?!”

“How can a weakling muggle like you still be walking after all this?

“You haven’t figured it out, yet? I’m not all human.”

It gave time for the witch to breath for a second before Marcus gained time to call the others.

“Avengers, if you hear this. This is Marcus, Bellatrix is in the building, be CAREFUL!”

Pssh.

Marcus tried to draw the witch toward the doors as he shot a warning shot at the wall to get her to chase him down “Come on witch, is that all you got?!”

“I’ve taken on a AI Stronger than you.”

“You could run a magic party!”

Marcus pushed open the doors and him and Bellatrix appeared into the cafeteria.

[Dick Howland]

Dick nodded at the command.

"Moving out!" He took off running toward the side of the entrance, hoping to cut off any prisoners hiding back by the other elevator. And sure enough, right when he arrived there were two prisoners, leaned against a wall.

"Hey man, we don't want any trouble," one of them said to Dick. "We just came up to escape the hellhole down there. But we figure we might get rewarded for behavior we don't fight, so we're just hanging here. So mind leavin' us alone?"

Dick thought for a moment. It didn't make sense to take them out for doing nothing, which they clearly had done, judging by their lack of damage. But it also wouldn't be reasonable just to leave them there: some Stormtrooper would take them out. "Listen, grab a weapon and come with me. Help me fight the actual rioters, and I'll ask the prison managers to give you some leeway."

"You'd do that?"

"Of course. Allies are always useful."

"You're really gonna believe him?" the other prisoner interjected. "How do we know he'll really ask them? And even then, they might not actually pardon us."

"Shit, man, I'll take any opportunity for escape. You don't want it, stay here."

The other prisoner grumbled, but stopped the argument. One of them pulled a wooden plank off of a supply crate nearby, and the other picked up a blaster from an incapacitated rioter. But soon they were ready to go, so Dick led them into the elevator.

"Alright, follow my lead. We'll be taking out any hostiles in this wing, and then heading to the cafeteria to meet up with the Avengers."

They nodded, and soon they reached the lower level. Dick crouched down and looked out, seeing no one but a single woman clutching a blaster. He held his hand out for the prisoners to stay, and let out a burst of speed to reach the woman, clutching her in a choke-hold.

"What're you doing here?"

"Please don't hurt me!" she blurted out. "I...I'm on the lookout for people. Got put into the position cause those guys up ahead, th...they're planning something. Said something about meeting with an, uh... Bellatrick? I don't remember the name, s..sorry."

"You're fine, I'm not gonna hurt you. Stay here, and don't alert people to you. Oh, and hand me that gun." The woman did as instructed, and Dick charged it with energy, causing the battery to explode and rendering it useless. "To make sure you aren't tempted to come after us."

Dick led his small squad forward, coming to a door where three people inside were talking. A short skinny man with a shaved head and glasses, a large, burly woman with makeshift-armour on, and a robot clutching a metal bat. It was hard to see inside, but Dick saw there was a vent cover just above the man in the lab coat.

"Okay! So, I'll climb in there, and when I give the signal, you go in and attack! That'll give a distraction so I can jump in!"

"Alright!"

Dick leapt up the wall and pried open a vent cover, squeezing into the narrow space. When he made it to to the right vent cover, he looked down, listening in to the people.

"What do you mean, you won't be able to make a cloaking device!" the woman yelled in a thick Russian accent. "I give you computer, blaster, and tools! You are genius! Should be able to make one."

"Well I'm sorry, but it simply isn't that simple! The reflection is hard, and the-"

"I WANT NO EXCUSES! Droid, should he not be able to do this with the resources?"

"Well uh, I dunno much about no science, but yeah, that's some pretty hefty stuff."

Dick had heard enough. He turned behind him and yelled for his makeshift group to go in. They kicked down the door, interrupting the conversation.

"What? I thought this was secure!" The woman glared at the robot.

"Well, I put a board by the door!"

"Argh! STUPID DROID!" She charged at the pair, her arms outstretched. In the confusion, Dick kicked out the vent cover and leapt down, his feet hitting the man on his shoulders.

"Ugh! Now this?" Dick wound up a punch toward the man's face, but the man blocked with an energy shield that quickly escaped from his seemingly-normal watch. Howland was about to consider other options when his precognition kicked in. He slid to the side just in time, as the droid slammed his bat down right where Dick had been.

"You dumbass!" the man below Dick exclaimed. The bat had slammed right onto his chest.

"Er... Sorry 'bout that." Dick turned to the droid and got ready to attack. To the robot, it seemed he was in a defensive pose-but he really had an attack charged, the crystal of a blast hovering on his index finger. Just before the bot gave another swing, he kicked in a burst of speed and got behind him, releasing the attack. The shard drilled through its back before disappearing. The robot turned with a scowl.

Meanwhile, the two prisoners were dueling furiously with the Russian woman. One clutched his blaster and singed her hand, causing her to charge. But the other took the opportunity and hit her in the back with the board.

The robot glared at Dick. Nervously, it tapped its finger against a nearby computer.

"Alright... I surrender."

The Russian woman pivoted around to the prisoner.

"Foolish boy!"

Dick stared curiously at the robot.

"Okay... Hold out your hands... " But the bot didn't respond. Dick looked warily, but suddenly the bot exploded.

The woman turned to Dick as she grabbed the other prisoner who had been attacking her.

"Catch!"

Dick was knocked off balance by the blast. He barely recovered when he felt the familiar tingle of foresight, and turned just in time to see the helpless man thrown at him. He caught the man just in time, laying him on the ground.

"You are a coward! Come here!" But Dick did not come. Angry, she began to charge, and Dick made a finger gun. The prisoner behind the woman took the hint, shooting her straight on the back. He took her small period of confusion to attack, leaping over her back and punching her side. After that, one swift hit to the head rendered her unconscious.

"Alright! Let's move!" He led the prisoners to the cafeteria, nearby to the room they had been in. Walking in he saw several other heroes, as well as more Imperial Troops.

"It's alright! These guys are with me," he said as he scanned the room, getting ready for battle.

[Marcus Wright]

The cafeteria inside the drab prison walls looked more like a post-apocalyptic scene with all the fighting going on. The tables inside were used as shields as some of the others took advantage of the covering and hopped back out.  

Looked like the rioting crowd was finally dying down but another man ran in the crowds with more of the orange suited criminals in tow.  When this guy named Dick was questioned for a short bit by one of the Avengers fighting off the other prisoners, these prisoners fought back and gave the Avengers and the stormtrooper group a extra few moments to keep Belluex at bay.

Moon Knight called Dick into the fray as he nodded, the two groups needed all the extra help they could get in a time like this. “Help out the others, and hold off Bellux. Actions speak louder than words. “

No sooner, Dick was fighting off criminals trying to protect Bellux from attacks.

Ratione was in the back with Jenna knocking out what was left of the criminals, as some others rushed at them, they knocked them out.

When it was done, Ratione nodded at Jenna, “Let’s help the others with finishing off the witch.”

Marcus was preoccupied with the witch’s attacks as he winced from pain.A burn mark revealed the metal inside him. The terminator used the table as a shield to keep shooting at the woman while dodging magical spells from Bellux.

The burn made it harder for Marcus to move his arm but he ran and ducked toward the other table.

“Come out, and stop hiding.”

A few shots of lead came out to aim at the witch as fast as she could call out a magic spell used to try and stop the bullets from harming her.

The magic attack stopped as it gave the time Marcus needed to use his own little twist

Terminator mode-
T1 Powerup
ATK: 5
DEF: 3  
SPD: 3  
TEC: 4

Man..turned into Machine

Marcus’s eyes were red as he focused in on Belleux. His fist crashed into the witch's side as she was not expecting it at all.

The witch tried to get back up, but the terminator was already on the witch ready to pound again.

The sneering woman rolled to avoid Marcus’s punch only to be stopped by Moon Knight in the process.

[Moon Knight]

Cackling, Bellatrix, held her distance as Moon Knight attempted to reach for her, but was only able to grip a piece of cloth from her black dress. Pointing her wand at Moon Knight a burst of magic expelled out in a bright blue color almost blinding the Silver Avenger as it crashed into his white and black chest piece. Grunting, Marc drew up both of his arms allowing fingers droop slightly. He couldn't help but think of the situation he was put in; Magic? Magic was something for Doctor Strange and something Khonshu had only mentioned. Moon Knight pushed his thoughts to the back of his head. He was in a fight, and a fight he didn't intend to lose. The ringing in his ears and his throbbing headache only increased more when he tried to think. 

"Where's little Harry in all this? Is he afraid of facing a horde of bloody criminals? You Avengers don't even know the plans set forth," she cackled showing all her teeth, "you know what I mean. They promised to bring him back." 

Moon Knight's masked white eyes shifted into a confused look. "What?" 

Bellatrix's eyes widened and her mouth opened in awe, but before she was able to mouth a single word, All Might hurled one of the cafeteria's many tables at her. With an agile response, she blasted the counter away, causing a piece of top end to rip off debris and smashing back to the ground with a loud crash. Her attention occupied the Night Protector as he sprang after her, landing a sudden right hook to her face. 

"Stupefy!" She shouted collapsing to the ground her face scrunched up form the Moon Knight's hard punch.    

Moon Knight launched into the air. He flipped before landing face first into the ground. A constant ringing and a stinging headache filled his head at full blast. It was an unbearable feeling, like someone was drilling through his skull. All he could think about was the pain in his head and getting free from the vex. He wanted- no, he needed to get up. The will of the moon must be fulfilled. Straining, Moon Knight drew himself up, his entire body convulsing from his pure resistance to the spell. Slowly, he brought his head back, his jaw stretching his black mask. The ringing numbed his entire body; everything around him fell silent. Slowly his eyesight faded away. The only thing he could hear was the faint sound of someone or something in his head. 


Flying high again Marc? 

Marc's vision was blinded by darkness. He couldn't even see his hands or feet. It was a feeling he felt before, but he couldn't remember how or even where it came from. It was like he was floating in some dark and empty nexus. Maybe it was his cold, broken, and beaten mind. Khonshu always said it had withered away from the long years. Turning his head something flashed in the distance, the flash moving closer to him. Until his eyes made out what it was. In front of him, flashing from red to white was a skull with tendrils extorting out of it in various places. It reached out, looming over him like a watchful eye. Moon Knight knew what it was: the symbol for HYDRA. As quickly as it came, the symbol began to fade to dust and the surrounding blackness began to shift into stone and bricks. The stone was the masonry of a tomb, the tomb of Khonsu. Turning his head to the center of the claustrophobic Egyptian crypt and sitting before him was his master. Khonshu sat on a large golden throne, his legs folded and right hand stretched pointing at Marc. Torch lights flashed in the background revealing hieroglyphics that told stories of Khonshu and his avatar; the Moon Knight. The god took slow deep breaths waiting for Spector to approach. Making his way to Khonshu Marc felt like he was going to be sick from all that was happening around him.  

"Khonshu?"

"Spector, my son, have you now put the pieces together? HYDRA my son, it is HYDRA that the follower of Heka speaks of. She wants someone to be resurrected but I do not know who. Hurry, my son. Deal with her quickly. I fear the worst for our... friends at the tower. hurry my son!" 

Abruptly with a large flash of white light Moon Knight's vision was brought back to the Omniverse. Sadly, that bitch of a witch was still a major concern. Bellatrix cackled at the amusement of knocking him around. She raised her wand and pointed it towards him, ready to deal another strike. Moon Knight didn't waste any more time. Like a black and white bullet, the Silver Avenger dashed for her and, in the same second quickly pulled out one of his truncheons. He activated activating its grappling hook. With incredible speed, he lunged into the air, grabbing Bellatrix in the same motion. Reeling upwards, he detached the hooks cable sending him and Bellatrix back down. Moon Knight landed on top of her, knocking her completely out. In another quick motion, he snatched up her wand and snapped it in half before activating his mask's communicator and contacting Marcus.

"Marcus, round up everyone. I got a bad feeling about the tower. I'm contacting Blair as we speak." He said with a press of his finger. Switching the com channel, he contacted Blair.

"Blair, we're in need of a pickup. The job is done." 

"Marc! Am I so glad to hear you! Alright, I'm heading your way," Blair shouted through her mic. 

"Is something wrong?" Moon Knight asked.

"Yeah, something big happened. I'll tell you when I get there."

[Marcus Wright]

As the battle finished, Marcus stood to the side and heard Marc’s voice in his comm. “Bellux is now gone, right?”

Moon Knight’s voice came in clear “Yes, she won’t be putting a spell on anyone for a while.”

The stormtroopers lifted Bellatrix up and took the unconscious witch away in handcuffs toward a prison cell.

They continued on their way to clean up the riot mess and shrug, talking about the relief that the riot was stopped.

He felt his body as bits and pieces of skin had flaked off showing Marcus’s own terminator body underneath. He bit his lip a bit as he saw himself underneath.

Hiding any emotions that might of slipped out, Marcus hid it and looked over at the other Avengers that had helped “Come on, Avengers.. Let’s go see Marc.Something bad had happened.”
Not leaving much behind, Marcus glanced hard at the witch who caused trouble and ran toward the door, leaving their enemy at the prison.

As Marcus navigated the prison halls to the exit along with the other Avengers, the Quinjet had made it just in time with a healthy Blair.

“Hey, Blair. What the hell took you so long?”

Blair turned toward the wheel and eyed the other Avengers with a hard glare “We were attacked by someone Jarvis knew… A Baron Zemo? You know this bastard? Not only that, but Hydra happened to join them. "

“He almost killed me, destroyed the tower and who knows whatever else happened.”

Blair gritted her teeth “Me, Jarvis and Frenchie almost lost our lives in that attack.”

Marcus’s emotions suddenly stirred up.

“What the flying FUCK?! “

Blair frowned “Calm down, Marcus. It’s not the first time we had to move from place to place.”

Marcus gritted his teeth as the woman pilot placed a hand on his shoulder “What now, Marc? “

A awkward silence extended among the current Avengers as Blair took off and drove everyone back to what was left of the Avenger’s tower.

A bit of silence hung over Moon Knight. "...We should- regroup at the tower. Salvage what we can and figure out what to do."

Marcus placed a hand on his comm “Agreed.”

He found his looming frustrations grow.

It took a good 3 hours but Blair stopped the plane away from the burning tower. “This is what is left.”

The Spector was pissed, silence overtaking the co-leader of the Avengers.

Blair felt guilty not being able to do more for the tower as she stared at the downtrodden, mostly pissed Avengers.