Old School Parking Lot

Stage6: BLOODBATH

Old-Skool Parking Lot

They call them Street Rules. One on one, no weapons, no dirty tricks, a crowd of people, and honor amongst thieves. Well, unless your buddies jump in... Or if someone looks like they're going to pull a weapon you probably should... And I can't say honor is accurate as I've seen dirty tricks all the time... The crowd part was correct though!

The parking lot at night, cold concrete and asphalt are the most prominent fixtures. The area is defined by a circle of cars roughly a little larger than your standard "proper" ring. The light comes mostly from headlights and the bobbing glows of cigarettes. There are a few streetlights in the distance and the moon is out, but other than that it's the headlights.

Terrain

General - Asphalt, hard and rough. Hoods and roofs of cars, metal and slick. The cars are of assorted makes and types. Hell, some are trucks and vans.

Weapons - None. Well, if you're really desperate you can break a window and brandish a car cigarette lighter.

Bonus Effects - Some cars are situated with alarms. Upon slamming into one use your randomization (50/50 chance) of choice to decide. Also, Bloodbath rules are NOT in effect.

So I’ve taken the lead. That b***d, dk Dastardly… Always up to no good and cheap tricks. You’ve got to outsmart your opponents in better ways, d**k.

Rubber burned as Lucid’s wheels would shred into the pavement, propelling his BMW M3 GTR onto the highway. With a quick shift into 4th gear, Lucid left most of the other racers in his tracks as the car roared over the horizons.

Lucid dirves it like he stole it.

Yeah, and you probably thought that humming sound was fake too! But, reaching top speed is nothing for this baby! It’s got—

"Hey what the @%$#!!!"

Those were the sounds made as Lucid suddenly felt his car spin out of control. In an ear-shattering screech, the tires scorched the pavement as the car rotated continuously out of control. Finally coming to a halt, Lucid’s eyes glanced upwards and out of his windshield. His golden orbs caught an eye full of the Turbo Terrific zooming past him like a speeding bullet, followed shortly by the rest of the Wacky Racers.

”Amateur thinks we don’t know what we’re doing? Just because you’ve got a flashy, expensive race car don’t mean you know how to drive, foo! We’ve been doing this since 1968!”

Peter Perfect chuckled under his breath. And like that, he was beyond sight.

More importantly, the b*****d was cocky enough to contact my radio as he rammed the side of my car like a police cruiser and spun me out of control. But, I got something for his cocky, uptight attitude!

"Don’t worry, Pete… That old rust bucket’s gonna cave under that beer belly when you get nervous from hearing my sexy engine on your tail!"

With the snap of the wrist and a hard mash on the clutch, the car was thrown into gear. Lucid mashed the gas petal into the ground and the car screeched into movement once more. That already wickedly eerie sounding engine could be heard zipping around curves as Lucid’s car was on the move. Beginning to corner both the Buzz Wagon and the Arkansas Chuggabug, he found himself within a clustered situation. Both Lazy Luke and Rufus Ruffcut were adamant on letting Lucid pass. But he was determined, no, he was tempted. Better yet, he was aggravated that he lost his placement in the race.

Lucid’s hand snapped the car into 4th gear once more and it propelled with alarming speeds. It closed towards the gap of the two racers before him and they moved to close it. As Rufus began to grit his teeth to Luke, Luke sending a lazy glare to Rufus, Lucid positioned himself behind the Buzz Wagon and began to draft. A sharp curve approached. The drivers took notice and Lazy Luke realized he was in no position to pull off any fancy tricks. Or, maybe he was just too damn lazy. Either way, he forced himself to back down, slow, and take the curve at his pace. It left room for Lucid to use the draft air from the Buzz Wagon and slip right past the man. Fifth gear shift and Lucid launched past many of the other drivers as if he were thrown by a sling shot. Left and right would his BMW bob and weave as it neared the first place line up where Peter Perfect was practically driving circles around the Convert-a-Car.

Show off…

The rest of the Wacky racers were battling it out behind Lucid as he pondered a way to surpass the Slag Brothers, Penelope Pitstop, and even that crazy Professor Pat Pending to reach his true opponent. With all the wacky shenanigans occurring behind Lucid, there was no way he could allow himself to be distr—

Kaaablooooooom!

—acted…

"Ok, who gave Sergeant Blastass and Private Meatlick real ammunition?”

“You’ve gotta love their stereotypical bull@%$#, ey Lucid?”

”Yeah? Whaddaya want, Dastardly? I’m trying to win a race here.”

“I’m willing to help you, Lucid. After all, it was Peter Perfect who has brought dishonor and shame to my family and my company. For that, he must—“

”Who the hell are you? The Asian driver from Speed racer? Foo, you ain’t got no family! You’re a cartoon character.”

“Hmm… You’re right. Ok, well I just hate the b*****d. Lets kill him!”

”You don’t kill either. This is Heaven or Hell.”

“Can we just wreck his car, then?”

”I like that idea. Lets go for it.”

Their plan commenced as d**k dastardly approached the car of the Slag Brothers. H eleaned over and rolled down the window of his drivers side.

“Hey Rock, Gravel… Penelope’s going commando today. And I don’t mean those 2 jar heads in the tank if you catch my drift…”

Drift they did, indeed as the Bouldermobile veered off course and towards Penelope’s car. She wouldn’t see what was coming until it was too late. The way it played out, Gravel tried to climb into Penelope’s car and reenact Adam and Eve part 2, Minute Man Racer. It was enough time for me to close in on Peter Perfect, who was driving like a bat outta hell. God where did he get his drivers license. But, I could teach him some driving tricks really soon.

Lucid would lower the window of his drivers side as well and let his left hand drop to the side of the car. Where the Wacky Racers had several tricks up their sleeve, he had one of his own. Ice. It began to coat the road beneath his car, making it slick and slippery which began to send his car spiraling out of control with little friction to stop him.

”Don’t try this at home, kid.”

Lucid’s BMW accelerated right towards the back of the Turbo Terrific. Peter noticed it within his rear view mirror and tried to avoid it. And then, Bam! Just like that. Lucid’s car ran out of slick surface to slide upon, struck the pavement, and spiraled into the air. It would look like one of those fancy car tricks we saw in the Wanted movie. And Peter Perfect panicked. Attempting to avoid an accident, he jolted the steering wheel and sent the car spiraling, then flipping, then tumbling to the end of a parking lot. The car landed top side as Lucid’s car landed on the wheels. It screeched to a halt, spinning a half circle in the pavement before it came to it’s complete stop. The rest of the racers began to slow down as well, all arriving within the parking lot which Peter Perfect crashed.

Next thing you knew, we had a complete circle about the size of a boxing ring with Peter Perfect’s Turbo Terrific’s wheels still spinning within the air as he was climbing out, seemingly unharmed. Damn… this was gonna be an interesting fight. And all my friends are here to see.

+++The sound of metal bending inwards would be heard as the Cyberpunk made his way through the crowds. How? Well, he merely walked across the vehicles for the most part. His eyes were staring forwards as the only light truly illuminating the place was that of the headlights on the cars. His form hidden within the shadows as he found a nice seat on top of a car. From there he sat down and pulled out an lho-stick to smoke. He was goin' to watch this fight for it reminded him of his younger days in Durem.

((Edited slightly, not affecting much, just adding some FIETAN MUZIK))

-HONNNNNNNNK-

"SONOFA-Hey Lady WATCH IT!"

"STUFF IT YA OLD BUZZARD! IT'S A FRIGGIN PARKIN' LOT NOT THE INDY 500!"

A very grumpy, very irritable Zandra Ryke narrowly dodged death by parked car as she made her way past the stragglers looking to nab front row parking spaces to watch the events unfold, and meander on over to the appropriately designated "ring" for the fight soon to take place.

The ginger haired bounty huntress groaned audibly to herself as she stepped through the network of parked cars, the dark dot in the distance growing closer, and closer and closer until she realized...

"Aw Hell. YOU!? FROSTY? Geez. I knew the name sounded familiar, what the crap is this?"

...

Who was he talking to?

Man was crazy. Batshit insane even, going on and on and about Gaia knows what and not even realizing he looked like a flippin' idiot. Her brow twitched, maybe even an eye before she piped up again. "Yo Dreads, what the hell are you doing?" Do you realize how retarded you look blabbing away to yourself? And umm..."

She started looking around, realizing he was conveniently missing his usual partner in crime, the white rabbit, still with no name to go by other than rabbit girl. Ryke figured she might at least be spectating.

"No tea party today I see? Our host the white rabbit is uh, noticeably absent." She snickered, and allowed herself a chuckle. The last time she ran into this goon was at the TRC right along with Rabbit when she found herself roped into some kinda twisted Gaian variety of a "Tea Party" straight from the mind of Lewis Carroll with herself in the role of "Alice." Though part of her had to admit, it was kinda cool in a cracked out, crazy kinda way.

The bounty hunter stretched up towards the sky and out and down until she was satisfied and parked her rear on the hood of a random car.

"I'll give ya a moment to gather your sanity there. Call me when your done your imaginary drift race." Ryke couldn't help the grin on her face now, her mood was starting to improve with Setto's ridiculousness. Lucky for him, huh?

So, for now, waiting for him to wrap up his, uhh, imaginary race, she snaked a little thin set of wires from her back pocket up and around her neck, popping two white buds into her ears. Her eyes fell to the ground and lo and behold what did they see?

"Oh sweet Gaia, those stains are STILL here? s**t."

Right there at her feet was a lovely patch of asphalt perma-stained red with some poor sap's blood all the way back from the Bloodbath tourney. Who needed spray paint so others could see where you've been when you could be like Ebris and leave your mark behind like that? Hehehe.

Anyway, time for some tunes.

That morning, hours before anyone/thing had even considered showing up:

POW!

The backfire of a vehicle past its prime echoed through the still night like a whip crack in a cemetery. Moments later, a cream colored Caddie rolled up, its engine emitting noises that no properly functioning vehicle should. Dash maneuvered swang the cumbersome vehicle into the parking lot, bogarting no less than three spaces. He came to a stop, break discs wailing like banshees.

Dash cut the engine, silencing the asthma-ridden beast beneath the hood. The headlights burned out, the trunk popped, and the driver side door swung open. Mr. Jowaine exited the vehicle. It sounded like s**t, but it was CLEAN. New interior, velvet bucket seats, a glossy paint job and a fresh set of chrome ‘22s masked any inadequacies the old ’87 Brougham had. After collecting a large, bundled object from out of the trunk, he slammed it shut and pressed a small button on his keychain.

Chirp Chirp!

The alarm was active, and Dash was out. Little did he know, his poor vehicle was sitting in the middle of a future warzone! Oh, and if someone where to check out his ride, they’d see a bikini-type outfit hanging in the passanger window. What on earth did Dash need with that skimpy outfit?

A small post-it note on the bra provided the answer.

Self Memo Wrote:

RETURN TO XENO CHICK!

Cue the Ice Cream Man.

Around the corner, the annoying sweet tune of "Pop Goes the Weasel" could be heard growing louder and louder. Asherah was inside this truck, chilling inside the back and picking out ice cream for her to eat until a striker was needed.

"Right here is good, thank you." The man smiled and nodded gently as Asherah slipped him a few bills and toted her little cooler full of icy treats.

Opening the back of the truck, Asherah popped out and closed the doors behind her. Something looked awkward though, something was stinking out of her top. No, it wasn't clevage, NO it wasn't money. It was square, and Asherah pulled it out and tossed it to Izzy.

"I didn't know what to buy, so I bought the one with the prettiest box!" Dey were smokes for the ever vigilant Izette, the really expensive ones.

Sitting her butt on the nearest car, Asherah opened up her cooler and picked out the first treat she could see. An orange popsicle made with real orange juice.

Yummy.

Waving to Ryke, Asherah giggled gently and kicked her feet about happily.

-Twitch twitch-

...

-Twitch-

********, her eye was twitching and it wouldn't stop, she blamed Frosty for the unfortunate nuisance and continued tapping her booted foot in rhyme with the beat of the song that was filtering through the earbuds. Staring back up at Lucid again, she kinda had to tilt her head to the side slightly, narrowing her eyes curiously.

Was he uh, still talking to himself?

Or was he talking to her now, she wondered as he started pointing around and back at her. Curious, she plucked one bud from her ear only to catch a bit of his rant.

Quote: I would expect this from the Cyclops over there, but not you. Red heads are supposed to be smar…”

“Waitaminute…”

“Hey, did you know your hair was orange? Wait… is-is that blue? Wha… what the hell color is your hair, anyway?

"Wut? COURSE I KNOW MY OWN HAIR COLOR YA FRIGGIN YAHOO, do you ever shut up?"

...

Clearly not because even after she put the earbud back in he seemed to continue on and on and--okay, this was starting to look like something out of a cartoon, Lucid's mouth was moving but she didn't hear the words coming out and it was absolutely hilarious.

Who knew when he was going to be done and she was wasting perfectly good fighting time sitting around waiting for Frosty to shut his yammering and put up his dukes. So, with all the casual grace she possessed, Ryke slid off the car's hood and yanked out the earbuds and the actual player from her back pocket. Didn't need it getting crushed. Setting it down, she kinda made a motion for one of the girls to grab it before anything could happen to it and made a start towards the yapping Ice Man.

Except not.

Pulling her goggles down from the top of her head to set them properly over her eyes, she walked right past him before he could begin his long monologue of insanity, never know what he was gonna throw at her, it was good to be prepared ya know?

Wait, where was she ahh...

-YOINK-

She didn't travel all that far actually, just walked right around and behind him and reached up to grab at the dangling dreads in the back with her left hand. Her right made quick work of unhitching her mace from it's place on the belt, whipping it around and thrusting forward, aiming for the small of his back, and her thumb moved to push the little button that released it from it's collapsed form.

[1/17]

With the smoke hanging out of the corner of her mouth, Izette reached over to the car hood where Ryke was sitting and grabbed her Gpod that was sitting there.

Wouldn’t want that to break.

Feeling the dreads slip from her grip and the little icy tips snap off in her hands, Ryke's eyes widened considerably in very rapidly growing annoyance. Frosty was quick, and before she knew it he'd sprinted right away like he was trying out for the Olympics and skated across the asphalt only to pivot right around like some kind of ninja.

Well s**t, there wasn't a whole lot of time to react before some sorta Ice pillar of death came sprouting right up out of the ground, but fortunately because of her position, after having thrust her now extended mace outwards originaly for Lucid's back, it was far enough out in front of her body that it made contact with the stalagmite instead of her torso or something.

The collision did push her back a good 2 feet, making her skid right across the top of the asphalt as if she was already standing on the ice.

Okay, that wasn't cool.

Creasing a brow, she stared back at the Ice man with mild surprise. Already with the meta stuff? Didn't take long.

"LUCID YOU PANSY!" Brandishing the mace still, she gave a good swing with a very sour expression on her face and smashed at the ice column thing, breaking a good chunk off the top in her annoyance.

Ryke, in all her smugness, moved around the frozen stalagmite now and began stalking closer towards Lucid, continuing the taunting. "What? Are ya so worried about getting curbstomped by someone like me that you already breakin' out the powers? Or re'you scared of my little beating stick?"

[2/17]

”That mace will be a problem…”

Lucid said, quirking an eyebrow as the mace swung to collide and shatter the ice pillar. A chunk of it would strike the ground.

"LUCID YOU PANSY!" Brandishing the mace still, she gave a good swing with a very sour expression on her face and smashed at the ice column thing, breaking a good chunk off the top in her annoyance.

,,+

Slaaaam!

Lucid’s right hand struck the ground once more just as her mace made contact with the first ice pillar in her frustration. With the same speed as the last pillar of ice, this one would erupt from the ground with just as much speed but its target area of attack was definitely aimed for Zandra's right ribs/oblique.

This attack held a bit more accuracy. I aimed the stalagmite to rise along her right side and take advantage of the arm actually holding and generating the most weight behind her attacks. Really, I wanted to take advantage of the opening she made for me. Though, I wonder if she struck that pillar from suspicion or... Then, I had the liberty of taking notice of something as I launched my attack. No, it’s not something I want to voice out loud, but, it will create a bit of fun in this particular situation. I decided to exploit it, just to see where it would take me.

Lucid was upon his feet. However, he kept low to the ground, low enough for his fingertips to practically drag along the ground itself. Speaking of his hands, he taunted Zandra as he shifted his position, as if boxing her within a circle and beckoning her to come out. Light would glimmer from the layer of ice which built in a jagged, rough formation on his hands as two jabs were thrown into the air at her. Again, he was shadowboxing.

”Man, woman. You’ve got a real potty mouth! I bet if babies came from the same place boys put their thingies, you’d lose a few teeth!”

I decided to keep her distracted as I made mild changes to my position, keep her guessing as I made her dance for me a bit. Besides, if my timing was perfect, she’d be feeling that shot to the ribs right now as if it were done by a 300lb man, advantage for me. I needed to slow her down, keep her from using that mace. Further more… I needed to…

”Besides, don’t think that I don’t know what you’re trying to do. Women will always ask questions that have no right answer, in an effort to trap you into feeling guilty.”

d**k Dastardly: “Awwww yeah! My boy, Lucid’s getting all riled up. Don’t let her punk you out, Lucid! Make her get on her knees! Club her like the Slag Brothers club Penelope if you have to!”

Meanwhile at the rear of the parking lot, the door to the van finally opened once more and Penelope’s hair looked as if her hair dresser had a vendetta against her. More importantly, she looked like she survived a hurricane with bruised marks, torn cloths, and… is that white stuff?

Penelope Pitstop: "+&$% you, d**k!"

d**k Dastardly: "That's my name. Don't wear it out!"

Attack/Counter:

Stalagmite. Short angled.

Location:

Got some BBQ sauce for them big ribs? Them sholl is some good lookin’ ribs!

Estimated Damage:

Breathe in, breathe out… hey, hey I said breathe… are you ok? Can you stand? Oh God!

Aggressive Energy:

Current: 150% (Level 2)

Used: 20%

Added: 40%

Post:

2/17 (Edited for clarification of the attack.)

Izette wandered up to the car that Blue was sitting on, whistling. She was here to answer Ash’s request a pulled out Sarah from her pouch. Without any hesitation, Izette gave Ash the extra push to get off the hood of the car. Now this was the point in time for her to work her magic.

Sliding her knife under the hood of the vehicle, Izette quickly slammed the hilt of the knife and cause the hood to pop open. Instantly, the chorus of acar alarm rang out as she found the rod to hold the car open with. However, she was looking under the hood.

She was curious about it at least for right at the moment about the car. Ohhh! What pretty things!

((Edited: For Content and Added Lulz))

Lucid slid his left foot forward, raising his right hand across his chest. As he monitored his opponent’s reaction to his previous attack, it was as if Lucid were planning his next move within those short seconds of observations.

"LUCIIIID, You're just spamming your Mystical Magic man Ice powers at me, I DON'T CALL THAT--"

,,(Hold)

Lucid held his pose for a total of 2 seconds. By that time, Zandra was bringing herself to her feet. But, even with her taunts, her insults, and more importantly her mentality at that point, Lucid retained nothing more than a calmed smile and a level-headed expression upon his face.

Interrupting Zandra’s final words were the sight of two shards of ice which began to take shape within Lucid’s hands. They were similar in appearance to the icicles of his dreadlocks, but a bit flatter and smoother in shape. In fact, they would look more like dagger blades than anything. Exactly what Lucid needed. The ground beneath his heavy combat boots would seem to explode. Not literally, but loose gravel and rock was thrown from the rubber of his boots as he dashed forward.

Step one, his right foot slammed and Lucid whipped his right hand as if throwing a long ranged backhand slap. The daggers where thrown from his fingers with a mild sense of accuracy, enough to predict he was aiming for the legs (particularly the thighs) of Zandra.

Step two, by this step, the aim of the daggers would have an outcome of hit or miss.

No, Zandra. I don’t call this fighting. I call this the beginning of destruction. I’m hoping that the blunt force of the attack, though shielded, was enough to keep her off balance from a swift retaliation. The daggers are a mere distraction, keeping her from seeing the true objective. She’d have to split her focus, make a sacrifice… the risk of her legs to counter me, or, reacting to the daggers which might place her in an awful standpoint. What will you choose?

Step three, the launch. Lucid’s left leg nearly drilled a hole in the cement as he would use it for the pivot. His right leg whirled within the air, using the sheer momentum of the speed he used in approaching Zandra to enforce the power behind the attack.

BLAAAAM!

The sheer impact of Lucid’s right foot slamming within the lower stomach region of Zandra would be so powerful, the escape of her lungs could be heard throughout all witnesses.

”I don’t necessarily call you being my practice bag a fight either, Zandra. But, maybe you’re a Masochist. Is that it? Do you like it when your men beat on you? Or should I watch you eat ice cream to get a good idea how you are in bed?”

Attack/Counter:

Volley: (Level 2 Ice Projectile)

A Variant of Lucid’s melee capabilities. The sharpened, knife-like edges which accumulate on the backs of Lucid’s hands can be detached and thrown willingly. In most cases, Lucid will create a second set of blades before hurling them like throwing knives at his opponent. Up to 4 blades can be thrown at a time to his opponent. More blades are created depending on how many seconds Lucid spends on the attack.(Uses 40% Aggressive energy.)

Followed by a right roundhouse Ohmygawd destruction kick!

Location:

I think you’re becoming aware that I like my ribs pretty tender.

Estimated Damage:

Loss of balance. That feeling you might be having an asthma attack. And finally, a possibility you’ll lose your lunch.

Aggressive Energy:

Current: 150%

Used: 20%

Added: 20%

Post:

3/17

There was nothing quite like being behind the wheel of a car with a powerful engine and knowing that all that was under your control. The engine roared as he seemingly switched gears to his BMW Tii. His FIGHTER had beeped incessantly throughout the day, but he had slept through it and thus was late arriving towards the match. The music that blared through his speakers was up loud as he sang along with the words, his eyes on the road. "Everybodies goin' to the party, gonna have a real good time. Dancing in the dese..... OH s**t!!!"

His singing would be cut off as his gaze cut to the left reading the sign off on the left of the road. Determination laced through the features as his eyes narrowed behind thick glasses. His ramp was coming up, he was four lanes over and there didn't seem to be to much of a gap to get over. Muttering his curses, his right hand would come to rest on the gear as he mashed on the brakes.

SCREEEEEEECHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

The squealing of the brakes would cause everyone behind him to repeat his process as everyone stopped. Cars in the third lane zipped by as he was slamming on the brakes, his mind working over time as his gaze flicked from mirror to mirror, his left hand turning the wheel to the right. Mashing the clutch as he shifted up, his vehicle would lurch forward as he zipped across the three lanes, his back end nearly getting taken off by a semi as he hit the exit at a rather odd angle.

Accelerating as he pressed on the gas, he would shift into second gear. Pushing in the clutch, he would flick the steering wheel to the right while simultaneously pulling the hand brake. His car moving into a drift up the off ramp, he would immediately put some pressure on the gas pedal, let out the clutch, and steer the car around the ramp until he was able to straighten out again. The nose of vehicle now facing the fighting grounds, he would put down the handbrake, mash the clutch and shift into the third as his tires squealed out it's protest to his actions.

Pulling up to the fight in a matter of seconds, he would brakes quickly by the rows of cars and push open his doors as he removed his rather large body from the small vehicle. Popping the trunk and the hood at the same time, he would walk around the back of the car and pull out a small black bag. Walking back around to the front, his music still blaring loudly to give the fight a rather weird theme song, he would lift up the hood and work in for a few seconds. Turning around as he leaned against the car, one would see that he hooked up a pair of jumper cables to the battery of his own vehicle....

Interesting.

Hopping back onto the hood and bouncing the bit, Asherah giggled and clapped and whistled.

"GO RYKE. SMITE HIM. SMITE HIIIMMM."

Looking over her shoulder, Asherah grinned and winked at Izzy.

"I dunno, something cool~"

Turning back to the fight, Asherah watched for any moments or strife on Ryke's part, or Senior snow man so that she could jump in and whopass. Cupping her hands over her mouth, Ash cheered moar.

"SMMMIIITTTEEEE."

Gaia 7 News Wrote:

Bullwinkle: ”They’re really going at it, Rocky! Lucid’s done a good job keeping Zandra back, but suddenly he’s gone in for the attack. I wonder what goes on in a fighter’s mind. Do you know, Rocky?”

Rocky: ”Not really, Bullwinkle. We’re all about saving the day. They’re fighting for other reasons apparently.”

Bullwinkle: ”Hmm, I wonder what it would be like to fight for a hot apple pie.”

KaPooow!

The mace slammed into the back of Lucid’s right calf muscle as he only grazed the side of Zandra, missing the true intentions of his kick. And from there, Lucid felt pain all over. It was as if some form of an electric jolt passed over his body, draining all of his strength away in that instant. What was at first a blunt hit to the calf was now a series of stinging pain to the nervous system. End result.

Graaaaah! GodDamnShiiiit!

Lucid’s right leg dropped as Zandra’s mace passed downwards. Once it struck the floor, so did his left and Lucid collapsed onto his knees.

I didn’t expect that mace to have some sort of battery within it. I could deal with the pain of being struck in the knee outside of that. @%$#... I need to stall and gather my strength.

As soon as Lucid’s knees hit the deck, he leaned forward before Zandra could recover from her swing. Her mace arm would press against her chest as Lucid’s left cheek mashed against her skin. His arms wrapped around her waist and locked behind her. He used her for support, preventing himself from going down. But, God… did it look like he was violating her.

Gaia 7 News Wrote:

Bullwinkle: ”My God, Rocky! Cover your eyes. It looks like Lucid’s about to mount her!”

Rocky: ”It looks like Lucid’s just taken some heavy damage is all....”

Bullwinkle: ”Oh No! What will the kids at home think! Kids, cover your eyes and no peeking! This is not for you to see!”

Rocky: ”Good grief, Bullwinkle… No need to be overdramatic about it. He’s just… He’s… grabbing her butt?”

I needed to stall for time… refocus my vision, recollect my thoughts. I needed to ensure she couldn’t accurately launch a decent attack until I had enough strength to counter. I even went so far as to press my weight upon her so that she couldn’t do anything but support me from falling, unless she wanted to hit the floor as well. And, that was the perfect time to…

Lucid’s hands would then lower from her backside to grab a hold of each butt cheek. No, he didn’t just grab them. He jerked upon them, squeezed them, and pulled Zandra into himself. If she wasn’t careful, she’d fall over with him.

d**k Dastardly: “Wooooooooooo yeah! That’s my boy! Get you some, Lucid!”

”Mmmmmm Zandy Wandy’s got some soft skin. Me no thinkie Zandie Wandie is a meanie head. Hiiii Zandy. My name is Anee Tapoosi. Wanna be my fwiend? We can play house together…”

The false act of being dazed was necessary. I just needed to throw her off long enough to stall, assess what she might do, and react to it. I can’t let her use neither her hands nor feet without a struggle. So, I was gonna bring it to her.

Attack/Counter:

Cuddle Time Yaaaaaaay!

Location:

I need a dime, that’s top of the line. Cute face, tight waist, and a big behind!

Estimated Damage:

Don’t be too turned on. What would the fans think, you stripping all nakey on camera. This ain’t girls gone wild!

Aggressive Energy:

Current: 130%

Used: 0%

Added: 0%

Post:

4/17

Coming Soon:

STRIKER!

To A Post Near You!

This was looking less like a fight and more like some soft-core fetish porn-o. Nocere wasn't enjoying this. Where was the blood? And what the HELL was Lucid doin' to her teammate? Coppin' a feel, no doubt and putting her pardner inta a doozy. Ryke's movements were hindered by the man's hold.

Easy fix. Nocere stood at the edge of the ring, almost directly behind Lucid. He wouldn't see her a comin', the ginger would, but he might just hear the thump-thump-thump of her steel toed boots on the concrete as she made her way towards his backside.

As soon as she was close enough, Nocere's left leg would rise, rotating her hips in a short motion as she aimed a hard, low, kick to his left side, right below the false ribs, with the toe of her boot. Though this wouldn't be any ordinary kick, not from Nocere Poema. At the toe of each of her boots was a spike. It would be painful.

Hopefully making contact, Nocere would pull her leg back and retreat. It was a simple striker, merely meant to take the mans attention from Ryke, for a little.

Note: The spikes appear like [this, though those are not the boots she's wearing.

Now, given the situation, I bet Zandra feels pretty damn full of herself. Of course I would have to grope her and remind her that her womanly parts were free for grabs in a fight like this. After all, it’s just as I said. This is not a fight, it’s the beginning of destruction. Just what do I intend to destroy? More on that after this striker.

So it wasn’t long before I heard the approach of heavy boots. I knew by then that it would be too late for whatever was coming for me, but that wasn’t the issue at hand. My only issue was Zandra Ryke. This woman was my opponent, my messenger, me example. Through her, I intended to send a message to this entire team, and that message is…

Chuck Norris does not get frostbite. Chuck Norris bites frost!

Ok, I only made that joke to respond to the writer of Zandra Ryke. Apparently she has a sense of humor as well, but, I’m funnier! So there!

Anyway, back to reality. I needed to get Zandra in a position where I could capitalize from my previous mistake.

Lucid’s hands left Zandra’s rear end, but this didn’t mean he released his grip on her. In fact, Lucid’s hands dropped lower upon her thighs as his body slid a bit downwards from her. His face and shoulders placed a bit more pressure upon her wrists as he did. And then…

Thwak

”Hey…”

Thwak!

”What the F—“

Thwak!

That was Zandra slugging Lucid on the side of his face. It was an interesting concept to say the least. But, where Zandra might have been hoping she would force Lucid to become delusional, she was actually helping him to wake a bit as he was already dazed from being stunned. But, that was nothing compared to…

Blaam!

A sharp pain would erupt from Lucid’s left side. He would grit his teeth in pain as he felt what had the force of a foot shove just under his ribs. There was a hard exhale of frosting breath which escaped his lips, tickling chillingly against Zandra’s hands and exposed skin.

There is a good thing from this situation. Arching my back a bit as I slid my hold to Zandra’s thighs assisted in redirecting the spike of her boot from impaling me to simply cutting me. It stung like a b***h when she yanked her foot away from my chest, tearing my cloths and cutting into my skin. Thank God this jacket is made from leather, or I’d have a much bigger hole on the left side of my chest. But… I refused to let go.

Zandra would feel Lucid’s grip tighten as he attempted to endure the pain of his ribs being shoved against his lungs from that simple yet menacing kick. Slowly, he moved to bring his left foot up and plant it on the ground, creating a sense of stability as Zandra seemingly attempted to free her right hand along with her left. Whatever she was doing,

I’m gonna stop it before it starts.

”Hey, Zandy…”

,+

Before Zandra could make use of her mace hand, she would feel her legs become smothered in something that felt like a slushie drink, only, she was swimming in it. Not exactly, but she would be close. Lucid applied a heavy coat of ice in the form of a slush which would serve to help lower her body temperatures rapidly, slow her movements, and ultimate make her cold and pissed. Following this, Lucid’s grip practically slammed her knees together as he made an effort to stand. Boy, was Ryke in for a surprise. Lucid, already seemingly annoyed with the punishment he was beginning to take, placed all of his might into standing up while continuing to hug Ryke’s legs to pieces, figuratively speaking. She’d find herself temporarily uplifted from the ground, and then…

Splaat!

That would be the sound of her upper body being shoved backwards by Lucid’s shoulders. Some of the slush would fly into the air like dust as her body went down. It was a double leg takedown. And with any luck, Zandra’s head would smack the ground as hard as her body would.

”Are we gonna play house now? Because I don’t like this pin the tail on the donkey game! I wanna…”

Lucid began to grunt as his hands would slide further down her legs, still keeping a firm lock to prevent Zandra from freeing even one of them. Lucid’s right leg planted itself now on the ground, bringing the man to both feet. He was hunched over her boots, keeping her ankles pressed against his chest.

I don’t have all my strength. This will take much out of me. But. If I can pull it off… it will put her down long enough for me to catch my breath and deal with the pain. I could already feel a bit of blood beginning to frost over my now exposed chest. But, I didn’t care. I needed to muster my strength… HeH… it’s gonna make me look like I’m trying to take a squat right here on the parking lot. That’s kinda funny…

Why was Lucid grunting, per say? No, he wasn’t planning to actually take a s**t. Instead, Lucid’s hands clamped on the shins of Zandra. And, with all his might, Lucid outstretched his right foot. What would look like a baseball player powerfully swinging a bat, Lucid would drag Zandra from her back and powerfully swing her like a bat…

”…BE THE BLACK KEN DOLL!”

…KAATHUUD!

That would be the sound of Zandra’s body being whirled like a rag doll into the side of d**k Dastardly’s parked car. More specifically, her head would probably bang against the rim of his wheels, her shoulder, arms, and oblique’s along the fender, and a whole lot of ouch to boot. Lucid dropped her legs in the aftermath, but only after ensuring he’d feel the full blunt of her upper body slamming into the side of his car. Stumbling back from his own attack, Lucid hunched over and pressed his palms against his knees, stalking Zandra and gasping for breath.

d**k dastardly: L-Lucid! What the hell man! That’s my car!

Mutley: HeHeHeHeHeHeHe—

d**k balled his fist and socked Mutley upside his head, the knuckles of his fingers sliding across the dog’s forhead.

d**k Dastardly: “Shaddup youuu!”

Attack/Counter:

Stasis: (Level 1 Ice Melee)

Lucid grapples the opponent then coats the opponent with ice in a rapid rate. The opponent becomes heavy by twice his/her body weight in which case his/her movement and reactionary time are slowed for a short period of time (1 post). The effects do not damage the opponent directly. However, Stasis can cause elemental damage as well as a severe loss of body heat to the opponent. (Uses 50% Aggressive Energy.)

Double Leg takedown followed by battery ram into the fender of the Mean Machine.

Location:

Umm…. Everywhere?

Estimated Damage:

Owww… did anyone get the number of that bus? I… I can’t feel anything… am I in heaven? I’m not dead? Well, is this hell then, cause…. OOOOOWWWWW!

Moderate to critical blunt trauma followed by massive body temperature loss.

Aggressive Energy:

Current: 130%

Used: 50%

Added: 40%

[u]Post:[/b]

5/17

((Sorry for the slowness. D: ))

Ryke's expression contorted to one of moderate disgust and displeasure, it soured and she twitched visibly when Lucid arched his back to avoid the brunt of Nocere's spike boot punt, which inevitably shoved his face into her (what her chest? breasts? Idunno) further, making her even MORE uncomfortable with the whole situation.

"Ahgadz, get the ********>

Seeing him not phased at all by getting punched multiple times to the head an temple was pretty odd considering ya know, after getting shocked and mildly dazed, that a few good beatings to the head would rattle things around a lot more and make you feel worse, not better. So what was her first instinct?

To keep doing it. Considering he hadn't bothered to restrain her left hand yet. I mean come on now, you would think?

"Stop-"

-WHACK-

"CALLING-"

-WHACK-

"ME-"

-WHACK-

"THAT!"

What was she bitching about? Calling her Zandy, Zandra, sure it was her name but it was buggin' the s**t out of her!

Now he was moving his hands elsewhere and the more he kept touching her and feeling her up, the more aggravated she was becoming, the more she wanted to beat the crap outta this guy for completely and utterly violating her. Straight or not, if there was one thing she didn't take kindly to was getting groped and felt up all over like she were some kinda two dollar hooker sent in for his sole amusement.

Lucid dragging his left foot up to plant it firmly back on the ground did make her wobble a little and she noticed the sudden lack of body heat going on between them, the reasons for that shortly becoming realized once the slushy icey goodness started spreading up through her legs and sending chills all up through her body, shivers even.

"OOHHSHI-" WHOOSH up she went, lifted right up off the ground and tossed backward over Lucid's shoulders.

With a heavy THUD and crackling sound, her newfound popsicle form hit the ground. She was going to feel that once the ice wore off, most definitely.

Unfortunately for Frosty though, when he decided to use the Popsicle Ryke as his new personal bat, he would find himself having a bit of trouble most assuredly considering the ice coating doubled the bounty hunter's normal weight of 150lbs to a whopping 300. Unlike Ebris who was HUEG and all of his weight was distributed equally through a larger frame, Ryke was smaller, much leaner, thus making it that much harder to really swing her around like some kind of doll. Now, he still managed to smack her into the front fender of the nearest car - poor Dash, better hope he has insurance on that hunka junk - but the action wasn't quite as spectacularly awesome as it might have been considering her new weight.

-SMASHBANG-

Ohhhshi-that hurt, the ice diffused some of the pain but it still hurt no question as her body crashed into the vehicle noisily. Her head didn't meet quite as nasty a fate had her arm not detracted from some of the blow, considering her right arm had originally been pinned pretty much across her body and movements slowed or not, all she had to do was lift her shoulder slightly, enough to shield some of her face.

-THUD-crackle-crash-

Lucid dropped the Popsicle Ryke and she hit the ground, the ice covering her body shattered even more, breaking off in pieces once she landed.

Frosty had it right on the mark when he assumed this would make for a VERY cold and VERY pissed off bounty hunter, especially once she dragged her aching, sore self up and finished breaking off the rest of the ice.

Uuuugh, s**t.

With a newfound fire in her eyes, Ryke wrapped her arms around her own body in a self hugging action, looking like she was out for blood by this point, chills racing up and down her body as she desperately tried to warm the hell up.

"Y-YOU-S-SONOFA-B-b***h" She was pissed, really pissed. Hell hath no fury as they always said. Ahh but much to her luck, she still held fast to that darn mace, after all, the ice would've caused her fist to hold tighter to the weapon and keep it from dropping during all the swinging around and smashing into cars.

Her whole body ached, she was sore, seething and FREEZING, but she wasn't out of the running just yet. No sirree, cause now she was a woman on a mission, stalking towards him after shaking off some of the chill (as much as she could at least) and now with an itching desire to maim.

[6/17]

Izette grinned and began to chuckle to herself while she watched the fight progress. Ryke rage was always hilarious, and rather amusing. However, her focus wasn’t on her team member, but rather her opponent.

His attacks…

His moves….

She was intrigued by his ice ability.

It was interesting, very interesting…

Oh look! Another smoke!

Izette pulled out another smoke and grinned.

Oh what a happy day.

Dash's car radio sputtered a bit of static until the signal finally held strong enough to play a new tune.

-

If there was one thing she knew about the effects of temperature on the body, it was that standing still would only make the feeling of being cold that much worse and by moving, she was getting her blood pumping flowing and restoring warmth to her system, her body, and combined with the fact she had relatively warm clothing (the bomber jacket and tshirt, cargo pants, boots and tough leather bracers), walking, stalking towards the downed Lucid was plenty of movement, not to mention she was far too pissed off to care about being cold.

It's kind of like adrenaline and helping your body beast through pain.

She was already walking, already in motion before Frosty over there decided to be cute and put on a show, stumbling around like a drunken fool who just got into a bar fight.

Now, Ryke had been in plenty of fights, she was a people watcher on top of that, and as a bounty hunter, well you see where this is going, it wouldn't be too hard to see that he was milking it for all it was worth.

Didn't matter, sour expression set firmly on her features, Ryke just kept on walking when the Ice Man suddenly dropped to the ground like someone called stop drop and roll and planted his hand on the ground.

Oh no you don't.

Considering Lucid had spammed his fancy little power twice already and right in the beginning of the fight, she knew the signs that pointed to an incoming ICE PILLAR OF DOOM. It was expected, anytime he got a little bit of space, it was gonna be expected so when it burst forth, sprouting up from the ground all-

-VWOOSH-

-like, well, she was already walking towards him, and quickly stepped to her left, narrowly avoiding the forming Stalagmite, having seen it coming after all. Immediately her right, mace wielding hand went up, flicking the little dial on the bottom again cranking the shock setting up to the highest, and she swung right back down and into the top of the ice pillar, shattering a good chunk of it and sending a wonderful shower of shards bursting forward, and she let her hand continue on through with the swing as it crossed her body and reached the left side. She used the movement to push herself into a small sprint forward in order to close the gap between her and Lucid quicker.

[7/17]

When Ryke was in that mood, rage mode more or less, her mood having gone from amused and entertained to pissed off and vicious the adrenaline was flowing and pumping and she wasn't interested in stopping to chatter unlike her opponent who was so obsessed with wasting time by standing around and flapping his gums as opposed to paying attention to the aggressive little bounty hunter who wasn't going to take anymore of his insane ramblings and taunting.

It was funny as s**t at first, but after so long it was starting to grate on her nerves.

Her grin turned feral when Lucid shifted to accommodate her left step, he still hadn't done a darn thing to shield his face from the ice shards and pieces, something that was bound to prove very nasty for the poor guy, considering the way the top of the pillar had been shattered would have sent the shards bursting forth, straight out at his charging form.

Her mace had been hovering just at shoulder level after swinging back from hitting the stalagmite and Lucid was just putting himself right in the way. Utterly perfect. She didn't hesitate to duck her head to avoid the overhand strike, the fist colliding instead with her forehead, the shattering ice scraping across the skin and causing her to start bleeding but who cared about that when she was swinging the shock maul/mace right down and into the right side of Lucid's ribcage.

With the shock settings on the highest level, combined with the heavy, blunt head of the weapon, it was a strike that could easily shatter most bones typically.

The strike to the forehead had her seeing white spots and stars but she was too high on the rush to give a s**t and already in the middle of her strike for it to hinder her at the moment, though it did knock her back a few steps after her blow with the mace. Headbutting a fist was always a fun thing, for both parties involved, and he was conveniently without his fancy ice fist to diffuse some of the pain from such a blow.

[8/17]

[Edited for a retarded mistake of mixed up directions D: My bad.]

Launching himself from the hangar bay, Colonel Heita donned a S.H.I.E.L.D. standard issue paraglider uniform and shot down towards ring of cars crudely marking the fighting ring. Flight-mask and goggles allowing him to breathe and see as the air rushed pass him at alarming speeds. A radio communication would continually alert that the velocities he was reaching would make a live-able landing near impossible but Heita was on a mission, he was a hero in his own mind and thusly giving up his life to save another was justified.

A muffled cry echo within the mask as he reached his target and opened his arms wide spreading the fabric connected to his wrist and ankles intend to act as a parachute. His right leg glowing a sunset hue as he was jerked to an abrupt slow (almost a stop) and flipped.

Dynamite Kick

All and all...when all was said and done, Heita had maneuvered himself to glide in behind Ryke and flash kick with extreme prejudice.

How was this suppose to be heroic? Who exactly was he saving?

Ryke and her counterparts... the quicker they were taken out the tournament, the less abuse they had to succumb. This was Heita logic.

Either way after delivering his punishing kick, Heita would land and dash out the ring to deal with sudden vertigo

Attack/Counter:

Dynamite (flash) kick

Location:

the back of Ryke

Estimated Damage:

Spine removal,

A fear of flying squirrels,

The meanest backshot of your life...

Aggressive Energy

Added: 0%

Used: 200%

Current: 100%

Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard.

Their shadows searching in the night.

Streetlight people, living just to find emotion.

Hiding, somewhere in the niiii~ght.

There was a huge crowd of people suddenly gathered around Dash's car, on it, and crushing the trunk and hood from all the added weight. They had their zippos out and lit, showing gratitude for a great classic rock song. They were belting out the words of the song as Izzy made her entrance into the ring.

There was a very pissed off crowd as the man threw a charged hubcap at the car, turning off the classic song.

"BOOOOO!"

"YOUR MOM SUCKS!"

Suddenly, the crowd was ripping up Dash's car or what was left of it. They were pissed off and had to take their anger out somewhere.

Working hard to get my fill everybody wants a thrill

Payin anything to roll the dice. Just on-

Bzzt.

Oh s**t, there went her tunes!

And Dash’s radio!

And there was only one response; puppy eyes with one eye.

“My music!” She seemed rather sad over this, but sadness only lasts a matter of moments as she flicked her cigarette to the side and began to walk. It was time to get her game on, and she was actually rather stoked. Izette didn’t really seem to pay attention to the hologram above his head; it was a distraction if anything else.

It was at that moment that Izette decided it was best to go in for the kill. Or in this instance, the punch. Moving rather swiftly, Izette came up to the Lieutenant while reaching for her beloved Sarah. While swinging her arm back, Izette clicked the button in order to release the button.

And it was at this moment where she went in for his side. Hoping to puncture some flesh while she was at it.

[2/17]

Gaia 7 News Wrote:

Rocky: ”Awhmagawd! Bullwinkle… LOOK!

Bullwinkle: ”R-ro-rocky! What is that thing! It’s friggin huuuuuuuuuuuuuge!”

Rocky: ”But Bullwinkle, you can’t say friggin on nati—“

Bullwinkle: ”Screw that @%$+, Rocky! Land this thing! We’re being attacked by Aliens!”

Rocky: ”Aliens? Oh NO! We’ve got to… hey… what are you doing… let go Bullwinkle!”

Bullwinkle: ”We’ve gotta run, now! I don’t wanna be a**l probed! Get me outta here! Let’s gooo!”

Rocky: ”Bullwinkle… Stop… you’re gonna make us crash! No Stop Sooooooooooooop!

And so the helicopter went down. Spinning out of control, the chopper’s blades swerved and swayed within the air until they reached the asphalt of the far end of the parking lot where the blades became shredded like strips of paper and the Chopper slid to a screeching halt. What will become of our heroes? Tune in next post for another adventure of Rocky and Bullwinkle!

Let's get this straight....

She brought a knife to this fight... all he bought was.

HIMSELF!!! All 6'1 and 245lbs of em.

And that would be all he needed.

As the blade went back, his left arm would shift downwards cocking as he moved to meet her. LETS GET THIS PARTY STARTED, LET'S GET THIS PARTY START!!! Blade moved, his arm moved. Left foot sliding along the ground as he shifted his weight forward....

BAMMMM BZZZTTTTT/ SHNNNTTTT!!!

At the same time as the knife slashed through his clothing and nicked at his flesh, Madi would be receiving a painful surprise. A fist coming along her blind side in the form of a hook/taser. Nothing like a great jolt to slow you down. Give Ginger's teammate a taste of what she tried to do to Lucid.

Shifting off after, he got sliced into and would bang the small woman in the face. Backing off to the side, his feet sliding along the ground as he reached in his pocket. He would remove his hand and flip his sidekick open. Checking his message with an eye over the rim of the screen, a smile would break across his face. His fingers would quickly dance across the keys as he sent a message back before closing the phone and putting it back into his pocket. Glad he had Val program his number into Ray's phone

Damage taken

Minimal, slight cut into his side.

Attack/Counter:

Quote:

The glow- Utilizing small amounts of electrical energy, Urarha can "shock" his opponents while punching or kicking them. The "shock" sends a small jolt to the nervous system of the opponent and can cause dazing/temporary paralysis.

+

Location:

RIGHT SIDE OF YO FACE!!!!

Estimated Damage:

@_@

oh yeah... read the outcome of the attack in that thing up dere

Cell State

Current: 3

Used: 2

Added: 0

Charge 1/2

-2-

STRIKER!

Izzy had helped Nocere last round (without the alien asking for it) when she was in a doozy, it looked like she was going to get the opportunity to pay the chica back. That would put them even, right? Nocere wouldn't feel like she had to repay her in some other form.

Pfft.

So the teal woman reached behind her, hidden beneath the door was a machete, hanging from the back of her belt. The machete belonged to Zandra and Nocere had planned to give it to the ginger dyke, but Nocere had arrived late and the woman's fight had already begun. Oh well. The alien could use it now.

Izette was knocked up side the head, temporarily stunned by her opponent. Good time as any to give a striker, when your teammate is unable to fight. So Nocere took the machete into her right hand, and moved in towards the back of the large black man. Just her luck, the dude seemed a bit involved with his hightech gadgetry. (The alien wondered how Mr. Electricity was able to use it while being all voltage-y, though.)

She started at him at a slow trot, and when she was just close enough, she'd pull her right arm back then sweep it forward in a downward angle.

THWAK.

The blade of the machete, if/when it made contact, would hit the nice meaty part of the man's back, on his right side, a little below the waist and a bit higher than his hips. She'd tug the blade back, then hack forward one more time.

Where had we seen this picture before. Oh yeah she had tried to hit Lucid with the same thing not to long ago. I mean it wasn't like the Nerd wasn't present for the fight since the beginning you know.

Deegrading Wrote:

She started at him at a slow trot

And thus she gave herself away.

Yeah she came up behind him.... but it wasn't like she was coming behind him silently or something.

Deegrading earlier Wrote:

the thump-thump-thump of her steel toed boots

Kinda hard when you got on STEEL TOED BOOTS.....

so......

Deegrading Wrote:

she'd pull her right arm back...

The sound stopped, he would slide his right foot back and pivot so that as her armed moved forward so would his left after his right hand closed the screen to his sidekick. Twist from the hips as her forearm slammed into his shoulder... Xeno chick would be catching a full on left straight to the chin. Slight pivot in the hips from the MR. ELECTRICITY and wham a right (yes with the sidekick in hand) would come right behind it for the classic one two.

That teach her to put her nose in HUMAN GROWN FOLK OTHER PEOPLES Urarha's business. And if she wanted to stick around for round 2.. that was fine with him.

He stepped back, into Nocere, his shoulder hitting her forearm and the blade of the machete missing it's target. As his body twisted to face her, Nocere's arm would bend (it'd probably be at the height of where his elbow would be or the bottom of his rib cage) causing the blade of the machete into his front, her intention being to pull back her arm and slice and nice cut across his middle. Except at that moment....

BAM.

Right in the kisser. Nocere's knocked back as his fist made impact, her left leg crossed behind her right and her arm pulled back, the damage she was intending to do would be slight... Though it was a machete and those bitches fugged ya up. Then his right came up to smash her in the head again but Nocere's right foot moving to step back to dodge.. Instead she tripped over her own foot and fell to her a**, the fist going through the air above her.

Asphalt hurt like a sonuvabitch. The teal woman's head was up, watching to see if he planned to follow up. Her eyes got sight of Izette's face. The stupid grin that happened to be there. Why wasn't she attacking the dude with his back to her? The heat was offa her and onto Nocere... Did she think this was funny? Suddenly a voice, unfamiliar to the alien, husky with age spoke into her head:

And now she realized what was really going on. The cyclops had intended for this to happen. She wanted Nocere to come to her rescue, though now the alien thought she might've never been in trouble in the first place, just so she could get the beat down from Mr. Electricity. The tendrils of hair began to shake, her raeg might just get the best of her and she might just attack Izette herself.

For now she'd have to deal with the hulk above her first. If he attacked her while she was on the ground, Nocere would end up getting her team a card to fight him back, but if he turned around to finish KOing (or at least Nocere hoped) her teammate, she'd scoot her but out of the ring.

STRIKER! Exit?

Gaia 7 News Wrote:

When we last left our heroes, Rocky and Bullwinkle have crashed landed towards the rear of the parking lot, away from most of the spectators and the fighting occurring at the time. But, what was to happen to our heroes? What would be the outcome of this tragic accident, caused by the entrance of S.H.I.E.L.D’s Helicarrier? Where did that fortress come from anyway? And why is it that people don’t play with automatic doors more often? I mean, hey are so cool. Then, suddenly, our hero Bullwinkle kicks open the side hatch of the helicopter.

Bullwinkle: ”Little buddy! Hey, Rocky! You alright little buddy?”

Rocky: ”Yeah… yeah I’m alright! That was a rough fall Bullwinkle.

Bullwinkle: ”That was crazy! I don’t know how we even survived this. Are we high?”

Rocky: ”We’re cartoon characters, Bullwinkle.”

Bullwinkle: ”Oh yeah. Hey, wanna get a chili dog?”

And so, unable to broadcast the fight anymore due to their crashed chopper, our heroes leave the scene where they would grab some food, and another news team would take their place. Tune in next time for another adventure of Rocky and Bullwinkle. And now back to our regularly scheduled program.

Lucid rose his right hand and smacked away the incoming hub cap. The thing went spiraling somewhere off to his right handed side behind him. And, rising to his feet, there was Zandra upon him once more. A smirk posed upon his lips.

Of course, Stalagmite would have done the trick at this time once more. However, all she’d do is smash the thing and thus put a halt in my set up, maybe even scratch my face up a bit more. Oh, did I mention that? The last attack she made of my stalagmite cut into my face like an angry cat when I went for my last haymaker overhand. I have one stalagmite still on the field, the only one I managed to hit her with. I can make use of that later. But, for now, she wanted to be all close and personal, like ballroom dancing or making love. But, just how close would she let me stay near her? I wanted to try something, especially considering that I still haven’t managed to get that mace out of her hands.

Lucid’s right leg could be seen slightly wobbling as he stepped with his left foot off to Zandra’s right side (his left), keeping watch of her mace within his peripheral vision. His hands rose to a tight guard about the middle of his body, like a boxer would.

I was keeping myself just outside the estimated range of her mace, slowly but surely, and keeping to her right side. If she moved right to match me, I’ll move further right to stress her. As long as my leg can keep up. That’s the advantage she has over me, my damn leg, still in a spasm from the electric current running through it. Though the pain from the first hit she delivered to it isn’t as bad, that’s still a factor as well. I’ll have to stall, make her open up, and take advantage of what she does.

So, to keep Zandra from moving in his direction…

”You like me… you really…”

Lucid’s left hand lashed out. It would appear something like a jab, but, with an open hand. It was a slap, delivered to the right side of Zandra’s face, particularly to her ear. Meanwhile, he would shift his left leg again and then move carry his right along with him, somewhat sluggishly,

”…like me!"

I needed to attack her at the left side to bait her into moving right, more importantly, get a retaliation from her. The mace had to stay in my sights, because that was my true target. And, when she moves to strike with it, I’ll make my move…

”We should play K-Mart next time. I’ll show you how to pour orange juice down the isles and lead a trail to the men’s bathroom.”

Attack/Counter:

Slap/Jab

Location:

Oh my gawd… Right to the fayse!

Estimated Damage:

Like a PIMP! SHOCK! PISSED! And OH MY GOD YOU’RE GONNA DIE!

Aggressive Energy:

Current: 80% (Level 1)

Used: 0%

Added: 25%

Post:

9/17

Izette only seemed to be amused with herself at this point in time as she continued to giggle like a deranged small child. He was looking in a contemplative fashion. As he did this, she moved closer to the broken piece of ice that Ryke had broken apart in her fight. And there were some nice chunks there too, about a baseball’s size.

“Shockingly, you seem to be a lot of fun to play with, Zappy.” Yes, Izette had now provided him with a nickname. She was so serious that she only continued to snicker. She was amused by her own pun.

Lieutenant Urarha Heita Wrote:

"Hey Chica. Didn't catch your n-"

Izette made her move and ran up close to him yet again. Probably a dumb move, but with her pretty smile she really did seem to mind. Once close enough to where she wanted to be, which was almost face-to-face, Izette clenched onto his hoodie with the handle in her hand and began to beat the ice block to the side of his head.

Over.

And over.

And over.

With the beats of the ice she finally began to speak again.

“My. Name. Is. Izzy!” But rather than getting mad with every smack, she continued to giggle. At least she was having fun!

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((Editted for Color))

CRACK!

OH!

That felt good!

She was almost tempted to scream in pleasure. But the pressure was going a little past pleasure and into some pain. And there was only one thing to do when one is feeling extreme discomfort.

Without Any hesitation Izette leaned forwards towards his face as though to go in for a kiss on the neck. She acted as though she wanted to cuddle now, considering that the two of them were in such a “passionate” embrace. It was rather cute in some aspects…

CHOMP!

Well that would have been a major wake up call for the larger man as her teeth sunk into the side of his neck. And she was biting pretty damn hard too. Perhaps though, the worst part was, she was pulling slightly as she increased the pressure on his neck as though she were a wild dog trying to rip the meat off of a bone.

That was definitely going to leave a nasty hickie…

[5/17]

((Edit: Number))

Baam!

Of course, she might have thought this to be stupid when my right hand was waiting for that Mace. Yeah, my eyes never left that mace, because it was the number 1 threat on my mind. So much, that when she struck my right leg, I could do nothing but chuckle. Maybe she’d think that was weird as well, to laugh at pain.

”Ok, ok. I got it. That would be a bit masculine to have orange juice all over the floor, right?”

Lucid said as he wobbled from his right knee being struck. He bent and flexed his right leg, not able to do much about the pain. Zandra would see his upper body rock a bit, as if he were about to fall.

Wrong.

His left came once more before her leg retreated, his hand opened. It would look like it was a second slap, until she’d see it headed right between the eyes. And if her reactionary time was sluggish…

BAM!

A palm strike right to the bridge of the nose. Lucid’s left leg (being forward at the time) powered forth and would thrust his torso into the strike, retracting his left hand in a quick motion after the strike. The palm came like a straight, lacking its maximum power but enough to do some damage.

”There are other things we could do in K Mart, like putting M&M’s on lay away. How’s that sound?”

Recapping a sec, it was smart of her to attack my hurting leg. Hell, I’d have done the same to quickly ground my enemy as well. That’s why I never placed any weight on that leg. Of course, taking too many shots there would be problematic. I had to deliver something that would make her think twice about attacking my back leg. And of course, having to reach that far would also be something she’d have to deal with as well. If I’m lucky, she’ll lose some balance from a strike like that. But, I’m not that lucky, so I’ll have to bait her again. And that mace… hell this chick could give Hawk Girl a run for her money. HeH, makes me wish she were Superman. It would be so easy to whip out some kryptonite and put an end to all this. An ACME sledgehammer and some wacky music for Porky Pig to go… Badea Badea badazzal Folks! Yeah… that’s where I need to take you, Zandra.

And as his left hand retreated, Lucid placed his right foot further behind him, upon its toe, and began to slide his left further over, keeping to Zandra’s right side. And with her moving more to her left, he could keep an eye on that mace as well. He didn’t back down, didn’t create range. Under his cocky smirk, Lucid grit his teeth, enduring the pain as he still stood, waiting, mocking. His guard tight at the torso. His right hand at the ready, and his left scoping the scene to strike again like a snake. He conserved his strength and continued to wait.

Meanwhile, it seems a conversation developed from Lucid’s K-mart rants between d**k Dastardly and Red Max.

Red max: “Oh dude, we should totally go tear through a K-Mart after this. Hearing your boy joke about it is just getting me all amped and @&%#.”

d**k Dastardly: Yea? What, you mean like… Start playing Football; see how many people we can get to join in?”

Red Max: “HaHa! Yeah, that would be bad a** man! Or, how ‘bout we set up a tent in the camping department; tell others we'll only invite them in if they bring pillows from Bed and Bath.

d**k Dastardly: “HaHaHaHa!”

Attack/Counter:

Palm Strike

Location:

In Yo Fayse! Again!

Estimated Damage:

Possibly gonna turn a few tissue’s blood red.

Possible Disorientation.

Definite ******** You and Shut The Hell UP Already!

Aggressive Energy:

Current: 105% (Level 2)

Used: 0%

Added: 20%

Post:

10/17

"AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW ******** style="font-size:11px; line-height:normal;">

His voice would resound loudly through the parking lot as her teeth met flesh. This girl had the nerve to bit him, he sure as he didn't know where her mouth had been, but he would endure as he waited...

waited.....

waited.................

PING!

That was all he needed to hear as another ping resounded, the battery above his head now reaching full. Taking the smaller woman for a ride, he would pretty much carry/drag her away from her team backwards as he moved towards his "sideline." About facing her as he purposely put his back to the Izzy's teammates...

WHAM!!!!

"GET OFFF!!"

WHAM!!

"GET OFFF!!"

WHMA!!

"GETOFFMEH!!"

She would find her back slamming into the grill of a car over and over again as he bent down and drove her into d**k Dastardly's whip.

over...

and over.....

and over...............

and.... okay dude you can stop, we get the point.

d**k dastardly: What the hell man! Why do they love using my car to smash chick's against?

Mutley: HeHeHeHeHeHeHe—

d**k balled his fist and socked Mutley upside his head, the knuckles of his fingers sliding across the dog’s forhead again.

d**k Dastardly: “Shaddup youuu!”

Attack/Counter:

BAERHUG! BACKSMASH!!

Location:

Do I really need to say it?

Estimated Damage:

******** A HOTEL, THIS IS BACKSEAT BACKSHOTS ALL DAY!!

Cell State:

Current: 10

Used: 0

Added: 2

Charge 2/2 PING!

-5-

She bit harder and harder into his flesh as he carried her around. In fact, her teeth had now sunken to the point that there was the taste of the metallic elixir dripping into her mouth. This only caused her stomach to turn…

Oh disgusting.

However, she didn’t seem to notice that she was being carried over to d**k Dastardly Dash’s car. Despite her oblivious antics, Izette did finally manage to notice when her spine met the grill of the car.

Lieutenant Urarha Heita Wrote:

WHAM!!!!

"GET OFFF!!"

WHAM!!

"GET OFFF!!"

WHMA!!

"GETOFFMEH!!"

Well if there was a reason to let go of his neck; that would be it.

“GOD! OW! ********! OW! DAMNIT!”

With every beat Izette yelped loudly. After all, she was a lot smaller than Heita and her back was really starting to feel it. But he didn’t stop; he continued to ram her into the grill of the car.

She could hear the clanging of the bumper as it fell off due to the force of the two of them smashing into the vehicle, but he didn’t seem to stop.

Wham.

Wham.

Wham.

Being thrown through walls hurt less than this.

But Izette was tired of being his rag doll now, and she was really starting to feel it. Moving her head towards his face, the punker cracked her own skull against his in a head butting fashion.

CRACK.

CRACK!

Something on his face was going to break, whether it was his sunglasses or his head.

She was going to have something break.

[6/17]

As much as he might want her reaction time to be sluggish, it wasn't, maybe not top notch considering all the abuse she's been through thus far but this was no different than a bounty hunt. Not much at all besides a designated fighting ring and some stated rules, hell this was easier than some of the hunts she'd been on. Her kick had been more of a quick snap which meant it would have returned to her that much faster and considering her eyes never left her opponent, which reasoned for Ryke's timing as she ducked her head down, taking the strike to the forehead as opposed to the bridge of her nose.

-SMACK-

Simultaneously she thrust, practically shoved the still buzzing mace again right up into his chest, considering it's close proximity after the feint. It might or might not wind him but prolonged exposure to the electricity was certainly bad, especially with the shock setting still on High.

Thrust, buzz and SHUNK she thrust AGAIN after a few seconds, right from his chest and straight up into the underside of his jaw.

[11/17]

Snipped from weapon description Wrote:

The shock part comes in by pressing a stud on the lower end of the shaft, which envelopes the head of the maul in disruptive energies. The stud can be set to off, low, medium and high settings – low and medium are best for when the target should be incapacitated and not killed (as the lower settings mainly stun and bust things up badly, but not utterly maim). High is best used for when limbs need to get shattered or skulls crushed –

[[Edited for slight confusion.]]

WHAM!!!

c***k.

WHAM!!!

c***k.

WHAM!!!

c***k!

Heads bashed together and his lens broke on his sunglasses after several hits, a cut forming above his eyebrow as he bled lightly. He wasn't worried about the blood from his neck and face that was getting on his clothing. Far from it..... Instead the ANGERFACE that etched into his features was for the pure and simple fact that those glasses weren't cheap... and he would let her know that as he shifted his head to the side to avoid the next headbutt in line.

"THOSE WEREN'T CHEAP!!"

Lame lines there Urarha.... we gotta work on your dialogue when we get a minute. With his arms wrapped her body, his hands would come to rest on her ribs (both hands). "Goodnight Izzy." He would mutter under his breath as he stopped slamming her into the grill.....

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!

Heita hug... can't you just feel the love. 1 million volts of electricity would race through Urarha's fingertips right into the body of Izzy as he stood to his full 6'1 height. As he stood, Izzy would in turn be lifted as well. As he finished surging his energy into her body (-laughs as he types this-.... I typed that perverted on accident, but Imma leave it), he would "pitch" her a few inches into the air before his arms would come to rest around her thighs. Immediately upon catching her, he would tilt his torso forward as he speared/slammed her spin onto the hood of the car.

Attack/Counter:

Heita hug- The move is incited once Urarha has placed a "bear hug" onto his opponent. From there he send the entire battery or 1,000,000 volts into his opponents body for 3-5 seconds. The results usually are based around loss of balance and muscle control, confusion, and disorientation. Full recovery takes about five to ten minutes and there is no permanent harm.

To

Body slam onto hood of the car

Location:

This is a full body experience

To that same ole' back

Estimated Damage:

Uhmmm..... -looks up- do I really have to give one for this?

Cell State:

Current: 0

Used: 10

Added: 0

Charge 2/2 PING!

-6-

[edited numbers]

O_O

WTF!!!!!!!!

I mean I like my chicks in fishnets and such... but that is just creepy. Yeah that pretty much described the shock that took place on his face as Izzy transformed into a black widow all of a sudden.

WHAM!!!!

His massive fist would slam into where he assumed was the head.. cuz with the chick covered in black webbing. He didn't bother holding on, it was pointless as she was ballooning in size. But with her flat on her back laying on the car, she wasn't going anywhere.

WHAM!!!

WHAM!!!

WHAM!!!

Yeah that was his fist slamming into her face over and over again. Thinking she could maybe feel it through her webbing.

Attack/Counter:

Left Straights

Location:

IN YO FAYSE

Estimated Damage:

@_@

Cell State:

Current: 5

Used: 0

Added: 5

Charge 2/2 PING!

-7-

Yeah that about describes it as the look on his face went from eh to amusement in an instant. Backing sliding away from himself, he would allow the fake him to stand as he grinned sinisterly, his light gray eyes (you know with the lack of glasses) would flash excitedly as who knew his own strengths and weaknesses better than him. Plus the sudden growth that Izzy would have to put on to match him, it would take her a while to get use to the sudden weight she now had to carry.

"BRING IT."

He couldn't help but flash his pearly whites as his opponent as he balled up his massive fist and held them in front of his face, feetstance shoulder width apart. She just made his life that much easier now that he didn't have to beat on a woman.

PING

Attack/Counter:

none

Location:

none

Estimated Damage:

none

Cell State:

Current: 10

Used: 0

Added: 5

Charge 2/2 PING!

-8-

There was that little reminder that inside that body was a little chick waiting to get out... let's see if we can smash her out. But since she looks like me, that meant she was just as blind as me was at this moment without my glasses (you know the ones she smashed up not to long ago), and thus her ability to judge distance with distorted vision would be off.

With the added weight, she would move a little more awkward than she normally would and thus make her an easy target. I have to still treat her like anyone else in my weight division and take the bite out of her.

He would pivot onto his toes as he no longer needed to remain flat footed his body dancing a bit as he showed no dominant hand in his stance. His opponent charging, Urarha would squint and wait for it...

Hand's went up, Urarha ducked down.

It would seem that Izzy had not gained anything just yet other than the fact that she looked like him, didn't mean he was going to jump out there just yet. His weight dropping down as he went flat footed again, he would swing in two quick short arm uppercuts to the gut/waist line of the fake and charging him. Even after hitting Izzy, he would keep his body low and inside as even through all this his grin hadn't left his face yet.

"Hey let's see if you still got ovaries."

Attack/Counter:

Double Uppercuts

Location:

Tryna get into them guts

Estimated Damage:

you betta not throw up on me while I'm down here or Imma really kick your a**.

Cell State:

Current: 10

Used: 0

Added: 5

Charge 2/2 PING!

-9-

Nocere was done watching her teammates fight. She was also done with just simply STRIKERing.

Her purple eyes flicked towards Asherah, who it seemed, to be deciding to sit out this round? Nocere wasn't sure, but she didn't care either. Not at the moment. Using her left hand she removed the door from where it hung on her back, and tossed aside Ryke's machete.

Her frown deepened and she stepped into the perimeters of the 'ring' formed by cars. The left hand still clutching the strap connected to to door, her right still empty. She was lookin' fer a fight.

"AYE! Any of you burnt faggerts gwonna feeght me?"

[1/17]

[Edit] [Edited since the post counter is needed, aye?]

So, you know who ever wrote that crappy line of ‘expect the unexpected’? Well, they should go and die. Yeah, just… die. But, in battle, there’s always the unexpected that happens. Those who think quick on their feet are who live to see another day.

And so, Lucid’s weight collapsed under his already injured right leg as Zandra’s fist rocked into it. And, having projected much of his weight on this leg, he went down upon her as she was waiting for him to do so. That mace, it was out of her hands as he planned. Now, what to do about her? Well, for now, he couldn’t do a damn thing.

Oh sure, rub it in my face why don’t you? As if I don’t know my leg’s all busted up. You jerk!

…

As he dropped, Lucid’s left slung back to his side. His right knee hit the asphalt. And then she came, shoving her body into his to take him to the ground. His right hand rose to press on her shoulder. After all, what could she do about it, having used her left to sock his knee out. As the two fell, Lucid shifted his left leg so that his shin would lay flat and supported it with the knuckles of his left arm. Then, using his right hand, he would rotate Zandra while using the left side of his body to prevent her from shoving him onto his back, positioning himself so they would both drop to their sides (Lucid’s lef and Zandra’s right). From there, Lucid dropped his left elbow, pressed his weight upon it, and then used his left leg t attempt to shove Zandra upon her back. Though this would hurt like hell considering his right leg, well… he was in pain, and wasn’t really using it anyway.

I wouldn’t really need it for what I was aiming to do. But, I needed to take advantage of the fact she was plowing her all into me before she could gain momentum to counter me using her own weight and force against her. At least, if I could keep myself off my back, I wouldn’t have to worry about my leg and I’d have a better chance of… well… surviving. HeH, damn that mace… It’s like trying to kill a beetle with a steam roller.

”Zandy, you’re being a bad, bad girl. I thought you were a lesbian…? Are you having a sudden change of heart?”

Lucid joked of course while in the process of flattening Zandra upon her back, grunts and groans included. With everything as is, he would be up to high upon her body for her legs to make contact with his body accurately. More importantly… he’d mount her at the lower half of her torso, just above the waist line. No tricks. No secrets. Everything he did this time was blatantly an effort to work against her weight and her own take down. At least, to keep her from pinning him first.

Attack/Counter:

---

Location:

---

Estimated Damage:

A Sexy Party! (Cue Stewy and sexy women parading around Zandra and Lucid laughing!)

Aggressive Energy:

Current: 120%

Post:

12/17

Dark Conspiracy Wrote:

while still running.

A body in motion stays in motion. Simply put. So a charging knee strike vs. a short arm uppercut would ensue.

Since she was running forward to grab Urarha in the head, that would mean that she was within his arms reach... since now that she was he, their arms were the same length. And since she didn't stop moving, and threw a knee at him in the process there wasn't much he could do to stop it... nor was there anything she could do about his uppercut that went unimpeded.

Original it had been thrown at her stomach, but since she was launching herself forward, the blow would strike the most unlikest of targets... one he wasn't aiming for in the first place. Fake Urarha's nuts (or Izzy's v**a lips... if she didn't grow a p*s when she became him) would be lit on fire as real Urarha's massive fist slammed into that area with amount of force that he had originally intended for the midsection.

But there was a problem of that knee. Since Izzy had launched herself from arm's length, the knee was slam into Urarha's chest, pushing his weight back up and backwards as his left leg slide back to stabilize himself. It take about a second to compose himself before he would plant, pivot and....

WHAM!!!

Throw a massive hay maker to the jaw of Izzy... more than likely in the time frame in which she would be recovering from hitting Urarha in the chest in an awkward position.

Attack/Counter:

Nut shot to Haymaker

Location:

Nuts to face... or if Izzy is still a female. Lips to lips.

Estimated Damage:

CRUNCHHHHHHH!!! TO CRACK!!

Cell State:

Current: 10

Used: 0

Added: 5

Charge 2/2 PING!

-10-

His head was pushed... he didn't go against it but with it as he shifted slide his right foot outwards and bent at the knee. Something that would lower his torso down and to his right (her left). Her fist raining down on him, he would duck, pivot and turn coming at the same time with his own blow. Rotating his body would not only change the position of his head, but torso as well. Her blow would miss as he came underneath her arm. His blow would finish at the same time of the extension of hers.

What blow was that you ask?

BLASTER UPPERCUT!!!!

+

It didn't matter that he couldn't see the features of one's clothing. The lights from the car behind him was blocked out by a huge shadow in front of him, the breeze of arm blowing of his head as he extended his punch was enough for him to know he was being struck at. The uppercut would plant into the chest of Izzy and push her up to a height of 5 feet over his head as the energy pulsated in her abdomen. As for Urarha... well his body would drop under the weight of his own energy, his left arm starting to move towards his right to clutch at the pain. Almost there he would stop as he kept his body planted slightly crouch.

This fight isn't over, not by a long shot. But I have to show this chick who she is messing with. You can't use a broken copy of myself and not expect to get destroyed.

Attack/Counter:

Blaster Uppercut- The starter of most combo's and juggles. This moves takes Urarha's natural uppercut with electrical attacks and blends them. Because of the electricity, the blow has the ability to push his opponent either upwards or away depending on the angle and direction of the punch. The blow only has the ability to push the enemy upwards, there is no electrical emittance at all.

Location:

MY CHEST.... MY BLOODY CHEST

Estimated Damage:

Hey look I can see my house from here... wait how did I get up here? Why can't I breath? Why is my chest killing me?

Cell State:

Current: 10

Used: 4

Added: 4

Charge 2/2 PING!

-11-

OH!

OH!

OH!

WHERE YOUR CURLY MUSTACHE AT!?!

The copy of the Lieutenant flew up wards with the hit apparently flying five feet into the air as though they were in a video game of some sorts. Which was hard to comprehend considering that they were both the same height, and weight that it would be very difficult to do.

As the Izette version of Urarha flew upward, there was only one thing that could cross her mind as she remained in his state of being.

“You so Pringles.”

Quote:

That was the only thing that she could see as she began to tumble down towards the ground. Ash must had made a striker at this point, which caused the punker to smile…a smile which quickly faded as she came down from the sky.

SCOOPS!

SCOOPS!

HAGEN DAZ!

There was only one place where she was going to land, and that was going to be right on top of the original. Which was definitely going to hurt some considering that she was coming down a lot faster and with more force that when he punched her up.

MAKE IT RAIN!

[12/17]

SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE AFTER ALL THE ASSBEAT HAD ENDED!

Dash emerged from the subterranean arena. Bloody bandages adorned his face and gauze wrapped around his head. The struggle in the silo had been rough. And due to his underestimation of a certain mage, Dash had a few battle wounds to take home with him.

“Glad that s**t is over.”

It was raining out. This should have been the first clue to the man that something epic was brewing. The light posts shined overhead, casting dramatic shadows across Dash’s features. He surveyed the lot around him, taking note of the carnage. Broken glass, puddles of water, blood stains, and ruined vehicles were everywhere. A sigh escaped him. Whatever went down up here, he had wished he were a part of it.

One car off in the corner was especially messed up; it looked as if it had been driven through hell itself.

Wait a second.

Dash’s heart sank into his stomach. Was that his ride? He reached into his pocket and pressed the button on his key.

CHIRP CH-BZZZT POP!

“…”

Slowly, Dash approached the ruined vehicle. Each step added fuel to his BURNING FITE SPIRIT!

“…This… This can’t be.”

The man kneeled, picking up a severed wheel and examining the scuffed up chrome on its rim.

“…Who…”

Fzzzt! A green spark of electrified energy danced about the man’s body.

“…would…”

BZZZT! More followed.

“…do…”

VZZZZZZZT!

“…this..?”

Dash’s pained expression was clearly reflected in the BLING of his tire. That is, until it was smudged by a single tear. Now out of the anti-meta field of the silo, Dash’s spirit energy was able to flow unrestricted. Any and all small moveable objects began sliding away from him, as if pushed by an invisible force. His aura was shifted into deeper hues of green by his every increasing rage. For the briefest of moments, a trace of red could be seen. This was too far. Dash was dangerously close to being pushed over the edge. Whoever had done this to his one and only vehicle was going to pay.

“********-”

Dash’s right hand clenched into a fist, his muscled tensed and bulged in an effort to contain all the power pulsing within him.

“BULLSHIT!”

THOOOOOOOOOOOM!

The sudden force released from Dash’s fist as it slammed into the ground caused the asphalt to buckle and shatter in a 10-foot radius around him. It was a force greater than he’d ever anticipate using against the scrubs in HoH. Car alarms sounded, windows shattered, and the streetlights exploded. The moonlight, rain, sparks, and his brilliant aura created a beautiful myriad of colors, completing the overly dramatic portrait.

Dash was going to find out who was responsible for this.

And when he did… god help them.