Zone C -- Megacity One

[Tamsin Suzaku]

Takes place before the fight.

Rejoining the group after Dust's departure, the maid still felt somewhat stunned, her hand occasionally reaching up to her lightly trembling lips. They were moist, the Contractor's taste still lingering from the impromptu contact with him. He called her enchanting...During the brief time they had traveled together, she had certainly considered his behaviour unusual. But never did it occur to her that he had such reasons for his shy and reserved attitude. The idea that she had elicited such an intense and passionate response from the man, particularly in these circumstances...

Unfortunately for the servant, her mental distress did not go unnoticed. Their de facto leader was the first to notice her return. Upon witnessing her flushed expression, Gildarts offered a wide and devious grin: 'Something the matter?'

Her body practically shooting up in alert, Tamsin offered a rushed and poorly-veiled response: 'N-nothing! Nothing!' Still feeling incredibly self-conscious after the incident, speaking with the charismatic redhead did her little favours. In fact, all too quickly, it became unclear to her whether it was the handsome lech's stolen kiss or the playful attitude of the magnetic mage that was bringing out the red on her visage.

The actual fight segment.

But the affair had slipped out of her thoughts not long after as the realities of the competition came crashing upon all of them once more. Their tactical manoeuvring had brought Tamsin and her companions face-to-face with an unusual life form, which was wounded, but no less dangerous. The biodroid reminded her of the Arlians, bug-like creatures from her own universe, who had also created the pendant wrapped around her neck. Yet, even with her limited knowledge of the race, she could tell that this alien entity was not one of them.

'What the fuck are you two doing?! Don't just stand there! Move your asses after it!' exclaimed the angry blonde as she bolted after the creature. For his part, the enigmatic Jak merely sighed and followed suit. Tamsin hesitated, uncertain if she truly wanted to engage in this manhunt. However, her improptu companions had offered her assistance and shelter when she needed it. Plus, it was evident that the creature would pose a great danger to them if left unchecked. Pushing through her discomfort, the silver-haired girl then gave chase as well.

As their target moved at a blistering pace, the trio's pursuit quickly turned into a confusing game of cat and mouse, all of them doing their best to navigate the urban maze by memory in an attempt to catch up to it. But that was not the sole thing lingering on the maid's mind. Though she had only briefly witnessed its fighting style, the way the bioroid fought struck her as incredibly familiar. There was a distinctiveness to its moveset and pose that elicited a very strong sense of deja vu.

'E-excuse me! Are you from-?' the servant asked aloud after their prey, unsure even herself as to why she was inquiring about this matter at such a time. But the reply came in the form of an empty can, that she barely evaded with her head. 'This ain't time for a tourist infomercial, girlie!' responded the sarcastic creature, apparently realising what she had attempted to ask.

Gritting her teeth, the young woman responded with one of her throwing knives, the weapons returning to her hand in response to her telekinesis.

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[Gildarts]

“Tha’ll teash you for bending my rod!” Gil’s opponent sneered, but Archer wasn’t quite on a killing spree, when the agent readied his gun the crash wizard opened his eyes. A menacing expression mounted on his war-painted face.

Power rolled off the S-class mage like a tornado’s vehemently twisting wind, Gildarts looked more pissed than Archer’s ex, and he had a feeling he was about to enter the Danger Zone. The brute gripped the man’s glossy shoe and crunched the tarsals; the sound of popping bubble-wrap filled their ears.

Gildarts groaned from the burning in his side as his ribs expanded with the agony of breathing. “Get-tting too old f-fer this,” he complained with a wince as zinging waves of magic began to roll off of him. Lucent energy and contrasting darkness blended together, casting shadowy contours over the Prime’s already charcoal complexion. The warmage became the epitome of cataclysmic destruction.

The emissary was unrelenting, the spiked rims of the glass bottle remained in his grasp, gutting the mage while he wasn’t striking was likely his best option, the agent lunged with the glass teeth ready to take a vicious bite. With a single motion, Gildarts’ swatted it away, shattering it into sparkles with the density of his swing.

Archer’s jaw continuously hung to the ground in a disbelieving gape, “I mussht have shum really bad uck,” he began a limping retreat, recalling how Gildarts had already blown up a car in their first encounter.

On the flipside, Gildarts, had warned him. There was no remorse when the heavens opened and within the irradiated portal, claymores loomed insidiously. At the slight flick of his hand they were commanded forth; with supernatural speed they struck with execution and minced apart the man’s suit. Blood poured into the ground from a large gash in his already limp leg. The agent was cornered but not far from him lay the pool of gas like a trap waiting to be sprung.

Meanwhile, Gildarts was feeling the pulsing, insatiable drug of power with every step as he closed the distance between he and his foe. It was bulging in his muscles, tearing already gory wounds, and causing the dried dirt to slide off of him in large scabby chunks. The storm within him raged and the gravity of his power snarled, his inner devil slashed at the bars of its loosening cage. At this rate, he was becoming the monster people feared him to be.

The ground was slowly crumbling every second the S-class stood idle, so the predator took to the chase, the peeling layers of swamp revealed the depth of his war-sculpted muscles along with the matching battle scars. Speckled freshly across his abdomen were the many gooey ditches dug from Archer’s shotgun.

His every step squeaked, rusted joints protesting the forces of gravity corrupting the space around him, “Oww my ears, somebody puh-lease get thish guy some WD-Forty,” Archer said as Gildarts crossed into the pool of gasoline and over the mangled chunks of car. With a blowtorch the mouth breather had lifted from the outdoorsman’s isle, he quickly snapped off the safety and wrapped his precious watch around the canister’s clutch, then he tossed it in like a grenade, “Lez roasht thish bitch!”

Flames licked at the mage’s feet, however they were instantaneously smothered by a veil of violet Phew!; the tendrils of leftover fire snared at his feet and the stench of rubber crept into his nose while his churning magic cycled the rest of the fire away. Gildarts’ foot felt as though he’d stepped in freshly baked dog crap, with another squish, he felt the flesh of his toes melting as they molded with rubber.

“He… Keepsh… Coming! If only you were a babe!” Archer slurred as he found the half-metal man resembled the Terminator crawling out of lava. The S-class mage cast a surge of netted magic into Archer, scratches tainting his perfect face and giving the handsome man a mess of a new haircut.

His shoulders fought against the drain of fatigue as he cast his next spell, crippling his foe again this time with an enchantment that didn’t require chains. Dutchess was slammed into the ground and his opponent raised his silver hand as a golden emblem appeared before them both.

“Shorry Blue,” the agent admitted as the overbearing gravity completely evaporated.

“The worst p-part of t-the game is when you b-both t-think you’re doing the right thing,” Gildarts rumbled wisely. The chase was now over and Archer’s bullets had really packed him full. “But now th-this will end.”

“T-three…”

“Whath nethxt? I’m already in thime out.”

“T-two…”

“A countdown? Really? A little dishappointing don’t you think?”

“Not this… One.”

The Prime cracked a smile as he released the immense light locked within himself.




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798 words!

ARE YOU READY? Fight finale time! I did tell Mark I was going all out, it has been approved.

Gildarts uses his T2 transformation, upping his stats:
(Previously 6,3,3,3)

T2 power up: (I never named it) an aura of power rolls of him kind of like wind

ATK: +4 (+2 GP)
DEF: +2
SPD: +3
TEC: +1

As far as I know the Gilded piece is still good.

The T2 power up this post is 2 SP

So far: 3sp have been used in the battle, making it 6/11 SP used.

Move/Action tracker:

-Archer had hit Gil over the head, causing his body to fall to the ground
-Archer kicked gil while he was down
-Gildarts became a super sai- Gildarts went OP mode and crushed Archer’s… smol foot.
-Archer tried to hit Gil with the sharp glass wine bottle but Gildarts batted it away
-Gildarts uses gates of babylon again, releasing an arsenal of swords, hitting archer in his already bum leg, and a few other times slicing at the sleeves of his arms and making one big gash on the side of his ribs/abdomen
-Archer sees the leftover gasoline from Gil’s previous attack in post 1 and waits for the prime to step in the pool before launching his grenade launcher into the fire to help the kindling
-Gildarts responds with King’s Barrier, narrowly beating the blast of the explosion because of his exemplary speed
(the gasoline stuck to the bottom of his shoes but quickly was tapped out from the massive wind Gil is producing, his actual foot’s skin molded with the rubber sole)
-Gildarts uses Crash! ( a strong wave of slicing energy) on Archer
-Atlas has Archer pinned to the ground, but is released as Gildarts charges his attack.
-Gildarts releases Fairy Law in the form of a T4

-(Exclusive cutscene) Dwayne the Rock cameo at the end of the battle (he deserved some DA airtime)


-At the end of this battle, Gildarts uses Crazy Girl’s Tears to break the site, make history, and upgrade his T3 Fairy Law into a T 4 SUPER MOVE!???!!!!!! sj:

This will be 4 sp.

All my SP used this battle. Is now 7 SP.

2 SP remain. (2/11)

-(Exclusive cutscene) At the end of Gildarts’ T4 cast, the Rock comes in and body-checks Gil to the pavement like the best wrestler in the world that he is. Then he stands up and gives a thumbs up to the cameras, his pearly white teeth flashing with the glitter of victory. (would have included this for real if I had not gone quite so over the WC)

Dwayne is 10000000% allowed in teh fite
I wanted some Rock-hard fun before the season was over.
=,D pls Dwayne let me live <3

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[Karl Jak]

Face to Face
GIldarts vs Sterling Archer

A fine red mist settled over the street.

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#26 Archer DEAD

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[Deadpool]

Blossoming clouds of smoke shrouded the alleyway entrance, rising over the adjacent corner stores' rooftops. It concealed Anti-T'Challa's escape, but unless Deadpool was badly deceived, the injured man wasn't traveling far. A trail of blood droplets inked a route along the asphalt, almost like the hashmarks on a treasure map, curving right before vanishing into the smokescreen.

Blood in the water, Deadpool thought. Usually, he would play with his food longer, but whoever this man was had too much skill and intellect to fool with; perhaps under different circumstances, the mercenary would be the one hobbling into an alley...

Nah. he dismissed.

But it was indeed time to take things more seriously. The mercenary dug deep within himself—beyond his thick wall of rascally behavior—to unearth a side of him seldom seen. Roots of veins bulged from his temples and neck, visibly showing through the material of his outfit while he gritted his teeth.  ”Super-Serial mode, activate!” he yelled.

No physical metamorphosis occurred—no spiky hair, nor massive increase to his muscles—but in his mind, neural pathways consolidated; it had been a long time since he last retrieved memories of his true power, but they were still there, encoded deeply into him, nearly on a cellular level. He felt a surge of strength and mental capacity come over him, carried by the tingling sensation of adrenaline. It was like a huge burden had been lifted.

Deadpool began sauntering into the dying smokescreen, whistling 'Dancing in the Rain' as his pistol twirled around his middle-finger. His eyes were locked onto the trail of blood that was now a thin stream; the path wound behind a few broken trash-bags and a cardboard box (Deadpool assumed during normal days it was someone's home) before stopping next to a dumper on the right wall.

”If you needed a tampon, all you had to do was ask,” he said. ”I always keep a couple spares on me, just in case.”

Flicking the burst-fire switch on his pistol, he took aim. Three shots rang off into the dumpers, peppering it with a trio of cigarette holes. Deadpool had hoped to to ear the sweet melody of a grown man bawling in agony, but all he heard was the sound of a scared shitless rat squeezing.

Suddenly, anti-T'Challa barreled out from a door behind the dumpster, wielding the mercenary's other pistol. He lunged sideways and began unloading the clip, spitting a cascade of bullets as he fell onto his injured shoulder—POW, POW, POW, POW, POW, POW!! Every shot landed, but none of them hurt.

Deadpool smiled. He glanced down at his calfs with delight; a series of holes ran up either leg, looking like the driving range of a golf course. ”Yes, penetrate me, daddy,” he said, glancing towards the white Black Panther.

Gradually, the bullets corkscrewed out from his legs; they tumbled to the ground, ringing off the asphalt like dropped change. The blood oozing from the cavities like discharging sores—a black blood, as if from the liver—slowly stopped, and the cavities themselves smoothed over with fresh skin.

POW, POW, POW, POW!!

The white Black Panther had squeezed out another series of fire; this time they engraved a dotted line across his chest. Deadpool's upper-body did the Harlem Shake as the rounds struck him in rapid succession. He took a couple punch-drunk steps backwards, but stopped there. Again, the bullets resurfaced, and dropped to the ground; his wounds healed, leaving nothing but the holes left on his outfit.

Anti-T'Challa grimaced while he tried to stand. He held his shoulder with one hand, and firmly aimed the stolen gun in his other. Admittedly, the mercenary expected the man to give some lofty, bullshit speech on justice (all wannabe heroes did—they all wanted to proclaim and enforce their self-righteous sense of justice and morality, when in reality, it was just imaginary nonsense they created to give their otherwise mundane lives purpose), but there was no high and mighty sermon.

The white Black Panther tried to squeeze the trigger again, and it made Deadpool smile. Click, the pistol went.

”Yeah, I'm right-handed, so I'd naturally use more bullets from that gun than this one, the mercenary said, waving his firearm. ”Also, you shot like nine or ten times—only 15 come in a clip.”

With a pounce, Deadpool closed the space between them, and bashed the barrel of his gun over anti-T'Challa's nose, bending it horizontally and also sending him into a wobbled backpedal. The white Black Panther swung wild fists at Deadpool as he pursued him, but all of them were either blocked or eluded; and the punches being delivered back at him landed with the marksmanship of a well-seasoned prizefighter.  

But anti-T'challa continued. Fatigue made cowards of us all… except him.

We'll see about that.

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Summary
Deadpool uses:
No PEDs Here, Darling
Type - Power-Up T2 (Deadpool decides to use 100% of his wit and skill. This drastic increase in his strength and technique may shock his opponent sometimes)
Stats
ATK: 1 [+4] = 5
DEF: 4 [+2] = 6
SPD: 3 [+0] = 3
TEC: 4 [+4] = 8

Batman uses Deadpool's pistol (the one from the street earlier), and unloads all of the bullets into him.
Deadpool uses Regeneration to heal damage done to him.
Deadpool then begins to layeth hands on our bat friend.


SP used: 4/6  (2 for t2 Power-up; 2 for Regeneration)

[Karl Jak]

Face to Face
Batman vs Deadpool

The moment he first had the chance, Deadpool swung for the crotch.  The force carried through whatever padding may have been there, and Wade dropped back—his hands reaching behind his back.  One closed around a katana handle, but the other…

A bat-shaped projectile crashed into Deadpool’s face, and by the time he had scrambled back to his feet, he found himself staring at a caped crusader armed with his other katana.

“Hey, that’s stealing!”  Deadpool paused, as if his eyes and focus were on something hanging in the air above him.  He cleared his throat—his eyes narrowed.  “Bat-thief!”  At that, the mercenary nodded his head.  “Yes, everything in BOLD.  Bold is better, right Bats?”

Batman rushed and swung.

Deadpool parried.  The wit fell back to the wayside as the two warriors exchanged swipes, thrusts, and even a few frantic slashes.

To the outsider, it looked almost like they could go on forever.

Yet Mr. Wilson had other plans.  He parried and managed to shove his opponent off-balance.  As Batman tried to recover, Deadpool drew his sidearm and unloaded the rest of the bullets into his opponent’s face and chest.  In a moment that even the mercenary could respect, Batman managed to parry one of the bullets with the katana before the rest found their mark.

Batman wavered and one of his knees gave out beneath him.

Deadpool swung, and the blade liberated Batman’s head from the rest of his body, which slumped to the ground in front of the mercenary and spurted blood onto his legs and feet.

“What, no Quickening?  Did the budget run out?”

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#12 Batman DEAD

Deadpool takes 12 8 points of Accumulated Damage
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[Dawnika Snow]

The group of three were hot in pursuit of the annoyingly fast bug. Erika couldn't keep up with him no matter how hard she tried. In attempt to slow him down, even a little, she reached for her pistol on her thigh and began to fire a few bullets. None of which hit, but she wasn't exactly aiming for a kill shot, just anything to slow him down.

The magazine fell to the ground with a light, metallic clang and another click sounded a new one in her chamber. Cell had proved illusive in evading her shots and was still doing his best to get away from the fight. Naturally, Erika was becoming pissed.

“Get back here and face me, you fucking coward!” She bellowed angrily at him.

“Let me think on that offer girl,” He responded and without even giving time to think, he also replied with: “No thankss, I rather like being alive.”

Erika was being pushed off the edge now. Handling mockery was not something she was good at coping with.

“You asked for it, overgrown beetle!” She screamed. Tamsin and Jak caught sight of Erika just long enough to see her hair color changing slowly to silver, her eyes gleaming crimson behind a curtain of sparkling white. The steel bullet slingers on her back disappeared with the changes in clothing. “You aren't leaving so easily.”

With a movement an eye could barely follow, she jolted forward. The green alien could feel her movements getting closer and closer over the seconds, weaving between buildings in attempt to lose her. She was just as fast him though, which made it tough to lose her, but she wasn’t necessarily gaining on him either.

Cell made his way through the fog, beaming through alleyways and street paths in hideous attempt to lose the silver-haired assassin. Seeing as how he wasn’t going to last much longer if he kept just running, he charged into a building, hurrying through the corridors to find a place to at least catch his breath.

Erika followed, her long white hair waving behind her like a glorious cape. She had already lost sight of Cell, but that wasn’t going to stop her from finding him again. He wasn’t far and didn't have much if a place to run to inside this office building.

The arrogant alien had taken refuge in an office room on the second floor of the building. He tried desperately to catch his breath as Erika’s footsteps came up the nearby stairway. He could hear her voice mumbling to herself, probably whispering some swear words in frustrated anger.

“I know you’re here, bug. Do what you were made for and come get squashed on.” She called out attempting to get his attention and draw him out. That statement had stricken Cell in all the wrong ways. If was at full power, or even just less wounded he would crush all three of his pursuers without effort. Frankly it would have been boring.

Finally he had caught his breath. He just needed a second long enough to get a running start on his opposer. He took a step revealing himself from the doorway of the office room which led into the open area surrounded by desks that separated the two and called her out.

“If you want me, come get me.” Golden glows emitted from Cell’s good hand. While he couldn’t use the severed hand, he should still be able to let off enough attacks.

As soon as Cell revealed himself, a dark energy radiated around his enemy. They released attacks simultaneously. A black beam of energy erupted from Erika’s appendage while Cell’s ki blasts went careening for her face. Cell barely ducked under the beam as it reached him, reminding him of something like a Kamehameha if only they were black. The five or so Ki Blasts he had sent flying towards Erika hit home and just as she recovered the attacks, Cell was dropping from the second floor of the office building back into the streets of the city. Where Jak and Tamsin awaited him. More ki fired from his hand to distract them until he hit the ground. Jak returned fire while the knife thrower did what her title entailed. When the alien finally hit the ground, he continued his escape, Erika way in the back of the line now. He was too crafty for her but that wasn't stopping her from getting her payment from Renji. She jumped from the second story of the building and continued pursuit, slowly catching up to the others.

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[Jak Mar]

The chase was getting extremely annoying as the eco warrior, the brown haired woman and the maid were all trying various different ways at trying to prevent the bug man from escaping their paths.

Dawn rushed toward Cell, now in her demonic silver haired form, Erika. She growled, every so often calling out the imperfect being for running away from herself and the others.

Jak’s speed wasn’t quite enough to outrush the annoying speed the bug man seemed to have but he would at least try to keep him from escaping.

At least Erika had the green creature covered as Cell matched moves with the woman as the knife eared hero gritted his teeth and growled.

It took some spreading out for the ki blasts to hit something. It hit the wall and left dust floating in the air,  but eventually Jak and Tamsin both returned to a grouping of somewhat progress.

Tamsin kept her knifes in place and with Dawn distracting Cell, she slashed Cell as many times as she could before blood covered the ground.

The green creature was back to his speed trap games again. Yet another game of cat and mouse, where the cat and mouse could be considered Tom and Jerry.

Except in this game, there were three cats and one mouse: Cell.

Jak kept aiming trying to get his laser sighting on the bug who refused to be squished.

“Done running?!” Jak looked annoyed.

“Not yettttt” Cell’s snappy reply came.

Erika and Cell finally could match themselves in somewhat of a real battle but Jak had a strange feeling that this wasn’t the end.

As soon as the demonic Erika started to slam punch the bug creature, Tamsin came in and kept on the bug, slashing him.

Jak observed the scenery around him and before he left, he grabbed a electric cord out of the office building just in case and shoved it in a pocket before picking up his blaster again and following the others in pursuit.

The eco warrior was now in the back of the pack, catching up now to the the others with a “hidden surprise” in his pocket.

The office building had moved to a abandoned arcade area where there was a ODR Machine and it was playing a ridiculous techno song and the four of them had a brief humorous dance off while fighting.

“Eat this!” Erika screamed as she slammed Cell with a gumball machine complete with glass breaking  on his head and gumballs falling on his head.

“What the hellllll was that forrr?” Cell muttered under his breath.

Just then, Jak grabs Cell and tries to choke him with a old electric cord he "stole" from the 2nd floor of a abandoned office building. He could've taken some hot coffee instead.

Tasmin slams her knifes into the green body of Cell hoping to end this as fast as possible. Jak held as long as he could before he moved back in the distance, going back to taking out his blaster.

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Dawn uses Demonic form (Erika) to catch up to Cell.
Jak uses Blaster, and "borrows" a old electric cord from the second floor of said abandoned office building stuffing it in his suit.
Tamsin uses Knives. 
Everyone is in a abandoned arcade, has a humorous dance off while fighting on a ODR (Omni Dance Revolution) machine and Erika slams Cell with a gumball machine. 
Jak tries to choke Cell with said electric cord and moves back to get distance between him and Cell.

[Handsome Jack]

“Whoa whoa whoa! Hold the fuUCK up!” I shout irritably, rubbing my neck with my hand and trying to power through the swear-induced electrical feedback.

“Not gonna work a second time, Frog Face!” replies my silver-haired Edge-Lady as she continues to bring the pain. And I mean that seriously. Whatever the bitch did, she picked up some speed to her. Even focusing purely on avoiding HER blows hasn't allowed me to dodge them all and my carapace is splintered and gushing purple ichor from the few blows she's managed to land. The shitty thing was that focusing purely on Emily Rose had opened me up to the other two taking potshots on me too. My body was covered in gashes from Bedelia's blades and even Legolas managed to get in a few good hits (you know, after that choreographed dance number we did). Why couldn't these bitches just let me go? They got THAT big a murder boner for me? I don't even KNOW them.

Anyway, back to the action. So, HerCUNTles is swinging away at me while the Tweedle Twins take their cheap shots. Which brings me back to...

“No, sserioussly!”

I shoot a glare over at Emo Stan and continue, “Did you sserioussly just choke me with a goddAMN electrical cord?”

The boy looks a little abashed, his eyes shifting a bit as he rubs the back of his neck.

“Uh... yeah?”

I duck under a skull-shattering swing and continue while Tamsin drags some knives out of my back, “Wow. Really? That hass GOT to be the lamesst shiiIT ever. You get all your combat movess from ninetiess videogamess, or just the awful oness?”

Now the guy REALLY looks ashamed, even going so far as to look at his feet. Now, on to...

“And you!” I shout, taking a glancing blow to my head-crest which cracks my chitin. “Little Misss Sstabby-Sstabby! Ain't you jusst a fuuuuUUUCKing piecce of work: stabbing a guy in the back when he'ss already outnumbered. Kami H Chrisst, you are just an awful human being, aren't you?”

Chick has tears in her eyes once I get done berating her. Hell, so do I. Well... in my EYE. But that's mostly cuz I hurt all over. Tail gone. Hand gone. Body wrecked worse than Karl the morning after Boy's Night Out. I'm about done.

Blondie is screaming at her friends not to listen to me; that I'm just trying to get under their skin. She ain't wrong. But, for all her anger, she has ONE weakness. The one weakness everyone has. The one weakness that will give me the opening I need to escape. I peek past her should, my eye going wide and point.

“Iss that Donkey Kong!?”

She looks, because who the fuck DOESN'T love some classic Dee Kay action. When they trio look up again, I've ghosted. Their only clue as to whether I was there at all is the echoing sound of, “LATER SSUCKERSS!” coming from outside.

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Well, THAT didn't last long. I hadn't even made it a block before they were on my case again. Jeez... couldn't they have just played some damn videogames and left me the hell alone? Worst part was they were going about this shit a lot smarter this time: while Tits McEdge chased me down from behind I guess she sent her lackeys out to block my escape routes. Seemed every other street, one or the other was blocking an exit. And soon enough, they caught me. I turned onto a street only to find myself blocked in by Maid in China and Angst Incarnate. A glance over my shoulder is enough to confirm that Coldsteel has closed off my other escape route, the chick actually laughing like one of those anime antagonistas.

“Nowhere to run now, bug,” she taunts me as she closes in. “Just die already.”

“Ok, firsst off,” I reply as I scan for any possible salvation in this situation, “RUDE.”

I spot an alleyway nearby, far too thin to walk down normally, but...

“Ssecondly, shouldn't you be ssitting in some dark corner brooding?”

Okay, THAT pissed her off. She lunges for me, and that's when I take my chance. I crouch slightly, my legs bending outwards as I raise my arms and make a claw with my remaining hand. With all the agility of a frightened crab escaping an angry Jamaican, I scuttle sideways into the alleyway, letting loose a hearty “Woop woop woop-woop-woop!!” as I go. It's a good thing they cut off my tail, cuz I wouldn't have fit otherwise. An angered shout from the other road is my confirmation that the plan was a success... at least for now. Time to get back to running!

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Cell insults Jak and Tamsin, dealing 90 Self-Esteem Damage.

Cell distracts Erika with the joy of nostalgic gaming and skedaddles away.

Erika and the crew wise up and use tactics to trap me on a street, but I Zoidberg my happy ass through a narrow alley and get back to escaping.

[Tamsin Suzaku]

Once again, the insect-like creature slipped out of their grasp, slithering its way through the narrow alleyway that was located just off to the side. The maid bit her lip nervously. Even injured and outnumbered, this foe was proving himself to be a considerable adversary. She could not even imagine how difficult this situation would have been had it been at its full strength.

'It's too narrow for us to pursue it directly! We should circle around the buildings and-' Tamsin began to speak, making an attempt to formulate a new tactic.

But the ball of fury that was her white-haired companion merely snarled at that proposition: 'Fuck that! We're busting our way through!' Unwilling to entertain any alternatives, the now demonic girl charged ahead, flailing her empowered arms in the process. Her companions could only watch as the living icebreaker plowed through walls on both sides, her pursuit seemingly almost undeterred by the obstacle. Tamsin and Jak exchanged glances before taking advantage of the wider gap to follow suit.

The short man running alongside the servant bobbed his head in a regular rhythm, responding to the earbug that had been plaguing him: 'It's fun to stay at the Y.M.O.A.....it's fun to stay at the Y.M.O.A....' The maid merely shook her head at that, though more at herself than her comrade. She pondered if there had been some strange power at play — akin to the one wielded by the hellish fairy Clownpiece — that had compelled her to get her groove on in a situation like this.

Hastily navigating the debris of bricks and steel, the pursuing group reached the street on the other side. Despite the valiant effort it had been putting up, the bioroid's considerable injuries were beginning to work against it. Traces of its purple life fluid stained the concrete, tipping its hunters as to the direction it had fled. Further invigorated by the sight of her prey's blood, Erika continued to charge forth, Jak following close by. The silver-haired girl was intent on doing the same, but just as she was about to move, she noticed the alien hiding in the shadows of a nearby alleyway.

'Over here!' Tamsin shouted as she switched directions, throwing one of her daggers at it. But as soon as it impacted the target, it vanished, revealing itself for the deception that it is. The maid went wide-eyed, but before she could look for where the bioroid was actually located, she felt searing pain as a ki blast slammed into her side.

Emerging from its real cover, Cell used the distraction to go into a stance. 'Ssssurrpriiiiiise!' he exclaimed as he unleashed a series of rapid blows at the servant. Despite only being able to utilise two of its appendages for this purpose, it still managed to unleash a devastating assault on its distracted prey. However, Suzaku was rapid enough in her response. Drawing her curved knives, she managed to redirect most of the strikes away from her, evading most of the harm.

Her companions were quick to reinforce her. Shooting his blaster, Jak forced the green alien to pull away from the target of his ambush. Shruging in disappointment, Cell turned to run away from the scene. But before it could do so, it felt something grab it by the leg. With a malevolent grin, Erika effortlessly threw the insect-like creature through the window of the nearby cafe before slamming into the wall and resuming her angry pursuit.

599 words, according to the site.

[Dawnika Snow]

Finally, a consolidated area where the stupid bug would be unable to escape. His petty tricks wouldn't work on her a third time, but even still his plight demanded he ensue his childish fighting behaviors and cheap tactics. He popped up from behind the service counter holding a coffee pot and wearing an ‘Omnibucks’ server hat.

“For you, I would recommend the decaf.” He remarked in his irritatingly snarky voice.

“I'm sorry, all I heard was ‘decapitation’.” The girl bit back as she approached the wounded Cell.

“You really have ssome issssuess, girl.” He said as he wound the coffee pot above his head and threw at Erika’s. The silver-haired assassailant effortlessly ducked under it as it soared above her, crashing into glass dust at Tamsin’s feet.

Cell was truly fucked now. The exits were completely blocked off by the trio, even the fire escape which seemed very inconveniently placed near the front door. What kind of stupid logic is that?

While he wasn't necessarily hoping to fight, he wasn't going to lay down and die either. Erika slowly approached him, getting just out of arm's reach with her fist wound back to make payment for the threat of the stray coffee pot when he reached his foot above the counter and gave the cash register a good mule-worth kick. The hunk of steel was sent right into the white-haired girl’s face, knocking her to the ground, yet somehow she grasped consciousness still. His biggest threat effectively taken to kissing the floor, the bug-man launched more ki at the other two competitors only to realize that he had not the strength to continue fleeing.

“Damn you pessts. This could have been over already and we could just leave if you stopped harasssing me.” He hissed throwing his ki as fast as his injured body would let him. “Would that not be eassier?!”

“It is pretty simple,” Erika’s voice erupted from underneath the counter. “I'm gonna fuckin’ kill you for my money.”

Her hand exploded the structure in front of the bioroids feet, sending splinters of mixed materials flying around his ankles. The assassin grabbed her prey by his feet and used all her strength to pull Cell through the counter, which, bumpy as it was, succeeded barely. With his foot in her hand, yet again, the girl slammed Cell into the floor, holding him by the neck to the ground. She raised her fist quickly to strike his head and make grape-flavored-syrup pancakes, but her lack of strategy left her wide open to someone as crafty as him. His palm opened up and ki blasted between the both of them. Erika’s fist continued to drive down, sliding just shy of Cell’s cheek. Her fist made a divet in the floor, leaving her wrist stuck in the concrete. Her adversary pushed her to the side as she focused on freeing her hand from the ground and ran for the exit once more, only to quickly have that plan shut down by the maid girl.

“Move it.” He growled at the girl, ready to fire more ki.

“Make me.” Tamsin replied readying to throw her knives.

Ki erupted from Cell’s hand like magma from an active, exploding volcano. Tamsin, took a few hits but was able to block or dodge most of them by redirecting the attacks with the small blades. Jak’s shots came from Cell’s other side and all the bombardier could think about was how diligently tough his opponent was. He believed any second now, he would collapse and die before his corpse even hit the floor.

Behind them, they could hear the sounds of female grunting, along with shifting concrete and stone. Erika had successfully freed herself from her stone hand-cuff and she wasted no time in getting back into the fight.

“This has gone on long enough, bug! Time to crush you under my boot!” Her gnarled words ate through the sounds in the air. Her fist was raised and ready rain pain.

665/800 that should be the end of the fight.

¼ SP

Cell slammed a steel register into Erika’s face and tried to get her to switch to decaf.
Cell used his Rapid Ki to fire on Tamsin and Jak, only to then be surprised by Erika pulling him through the counter.
Erika smashed Cell into the ground and nearly ended the fight, but Cell’s quick thinking saved him.
Erika meets a new foe - The Floor.
Cell attempts to escape again but Jak and Tamsin are able to hold him off.
Erika attempts to return fire.

Nice fight guys.

[Karl Jak]

Face to Face
Cell vs Jak Mar, Dawn, & Tamsin

 
Erika forced herself back into combat, only to be force fed a burst of ki that exploded across half her face.  As Cell watched the woman collapse, he turned—his eyes manic as adrenaline screamed through his ravaged body.  Jak Mar moved in to attempt to finish the wounded lion bio-android, but Cell sidestepped his efforts.  With a growl, Cell stepped forward and shoved his adversary backwards into a pile of debris.  A few bursts of ki kept the warrior down long enough for the synthetic creature to peel backwards toward another alley.
 
He couldn’t reach absolution before Tamsin literally dropped down onto him from a fire escape.  A blade arched at Cell’s face, and he felt more wounds open up across his body.  After the third blood-laced arc splashed against the nearby building, he reacted fast enough to swing up a foot and drive it up into Tamsin’s chest.  The girl let out a grunt as the back of her head cracked against a building.
 
Cell scrambled to his feet.  His eyes saw the exit of the alley roughly ten feet away.
 
He made for an exit when his leg was torn apart by the rattle of automatic weapon’s fire.  Collapsing, he turned and glared at the ravaged, pock-marked limb and the woman stalking toward him.
 
The fallen bio-android racked his mind for a pun—he had generated hundreds over the course of the last few days.  He wanted something here.  A zinger.  A side-splitter.  A closing note on this whole week of chicanery and tomfoolery.
 
He opened his maw.  Erika shouldered her rifle but paused, perhaps knowing what the dying creature intended.
 
Cell fired a ball of ki that hit Erika just a few centimeters from her eye—a final declaration of defiance by someone who had won in principle through his sacrifice.  He was going to die here, but he’d ensured victory for his allies.  Better yet, he had allies.  Not everyone out there was vindictive charlatans.
 
Erika pulled back on the trigger and enjoyed just slightly the site of Cell’s head blowing apart.
 
Morals were for pussies.  She was undefeated.
 
Behind her, she heard a whoosh of air and smell that sulfuric twinge as the other two were teleported to the facility.  With her gun resting at her side, she glanced up to the sky and smirked.
 
By this time next year, there would be nothing to stop her rise.
 
This wasn’t a loss.  Just the warmup.  The journey to the next one would be marked with the corpses of her many opponents.  She would crush them all—including the individual who she had allowed to win this event.  Crush them all.  Then she would return her and destroy everyone.
 
Erika looked up, passed the slowly degenerating corpse of the bio-android.  At the end of the alley, she saw the goliath of a man, clad in ragged clothes that dripped water and a face guard from the long-dead era of some withered reality. A machete, clenched in one giant gloved fist, hung lazily toward the ground.
 
He just stared at her—his body heaving as he pulled breath into lungs that shouldn’t work.  Erika, whose gun arm had tensed on the sight, relaxed and stared.  There was something primordial in the huge monster’s solemn stare.  A glint of intelligence wrapped in a rotting carcass and fueled by rage and murder.
 
They shared that silent moment:  Two alpha predators who knew that their paths weren’t supposed to cross just yet.
 
The air around Erika swirled.  She nodded her head slowly just as the recall ushered back to the facility.
 
Thus it was that Dante’s Abyss ended with a whimper.
 
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#08 Cell DEAD

 
Dawn takes 4 point of Accumulated Damage
Jak Mar takes 12 points of Accumulated Damage
Tamsin takes 6 points of Accumulated Damage
 
The three are recalled to the facility.
Cell’s ‘death timer’ will be counted from yesterday (7-8) at 6 am – I had some ‘stuff’ go down that prevented me from holding my usual Saturday morning OV time and I don’t want to hold that against Jefe.
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