Parking Lot [Page 2]

Ebris Dhifi, despite not being a space-faring philosopher or some other woo-woo profession, fully recognized and acknowledged the existence of the phenomena that manifested before his very eyes at that moment. It was a simple proposition, rigorously tested with the scientific method, proven to the point there was not a shadow of a doubt of its existence: when Ebris showed up to fight, the universe shifted, rewriting reality to suit his desires in that matter, and that matter alone.

If he BRAWLED, they would come.

The hunter’s eyes glinted as he surveyed his domain, the amusement contained within them suggesting an unpleasant time was to come. He watched as the small group had jerked their heads in his direction, gaping like a bunch of rathin’ fishes who had just been scooped up and dropped onto the shoreline. He didn’t recognize the dawning cognizance in those expressions that understood what was about to happen, and that suited him fine and dandy.

”Jimbos! Please, don’t stop yer grabass on account of lil’ ol’ me!” He responded to their various reactions, his voice like granite tumbling about an industrial grinder. That grod-eating grin never wiped itself from his face for a moment, where not even him taking a swig from his bagged booze. At first, the bounty hunter had assumed that the lot present would start lining up, but the first who approached was one drawn in by cosmic tomfoolery, preservation instincts overridden to answer the call of BRAWL.

Darkest Silver Wrote:

> “You! Wana play?”

”Sorry, broad - too rathin’ old fer that,” he replied, the oversized cocktease he was, and took another pull of his swill.

The girlie obviously wasn’t deterred - yanking out some pig stickers with an intimacy that suggested she used the things for reasons other than their primary purpose. Even the poor b***d she had dragged along couldn’t stop her from being seduced by the wiles of BRAWL**. Poor Jimbo was the only Jimbo there to realize what was coming, and not a force in the whole wide rathin’ world was gonna stop it.

Wiggling the fingers in his left hand - the subsequent noises sounding like gang warfare going off in his joints - Ebris had in mind the perfect way to start this, but then…

*But then…*

Designated Hero Wrote:

> "I'll be goddamned. Ebris ****' Dhifi."

That...that surprised him. In the abso-rathin’-lutely best way possible.

”Rathin’ COLE,” came the deafening response, loud enough to register in the same ballpark as military-grade sonic weapons. Somehow, that grin became even wider, threatening to split Ebris’ cheeks wide open. **”Jimbo, yeh rathin’ look like me gettin’ up in th’ mornin’. Havin’ a bit of a bad time? Lemme help ya with that.”**

Now satisfied enough to actually move, the bounty scum removed himself from his perch, boots slamming into the asphalt with a seismic THUD. Crazy Jimbette was long forgotten - cast off as readily and swiftly as a kid discovering he had an even bigger present under the tree. The broad was the waifish hors d’oeuvre, whereas Cole Jimbo was a bleeding-fresh grox ribeye.

Not that the others weren’t appreciated, shifted as they were to lesser and inferior statuses. Not one rathin’ bit - Ebris Dhifi had one hell of an appetite.

Designated Hero Wrote:

> "What brings a piece of space trash like you to my humble abode?"

Ebris tutted at the man with that reply, shaking his head softly and in disapproval. **”Yer a bit mistaken there, Jimbo. Yeh’ve come inta my kingdom,”** he replied, his arms spreading wide as he thudded his way over to the giant man, taking his sweet, sweet time. Some ten feet away from Cole, he stopped, and something changed in his eyes just then.

Something dangerous.

“An’, if yer comin’ ta me, ah’d recommend yeh bend th’ knee b’fore yer KING.”

Arms still splayed outward, encompassing the totality of his demesne, Ebris Dhifi waited for all of his subjects to come forth, either to prostrate themselves before him, or to try and rise up against him, the uncomprehending Jimbos they were. He’ was more than rathin’ happy to remind them of their collective places.

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Leon sat, for the most part, confused, the bad blood in this area seemed like it was running ragged, everyone seemed to just wanna get at each other’s throats, everything just seemed a bit more…deadly, which was something Leon himself was not exactly set for. He was still in civvie garb, after all, Only laced down in black Jeans, a Motorhead T-Shirt, and a Dark Leather jacket, While he would’ve been a handle to fight one or two individuals off. Leon was not set to say anything, seeing that everyone else was well busy talking instead of actually doing something…he needed to think and fast.

He backed up right into his ship again, hearing his head connect with the steel spacecraft, he stared at it for a quick second, before coming with a quick though…He got his answer, he would need to turn the tables on them and fast, especially if it gave him a chance to suit up inside. He quickly pressed a button, Opening the cockpit, he began to crawl in it, easy to do when there was no much talking and not a lot of action.

He needed a distraction, he could shine the lights, which would’ve been brighter than aircraft warning lights up close and just as luminescent, but not…Simply wasn’t enough, not with that big lug….Whatever the ****** that tub of lard was…no he needed a real distraction He stared the ship and looked down at the throttle. If Time allowed it he was gonna kick that st straight out. Was it dumb? Maybe, but it wouldn’t be the first time he crashed this ship, nor would it be the first time he did it intentionally, he had experience enough. Without a single thought, he kicked the throttle forcing it to stick forward as the spacecraft quickly accelerated forward toward the crowd of people, Main Target...the big ******** with Popeye arms: Ebris Dhifi.

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[ Cognitive Genome ] Wrote:

> Havin’ a bit of a bad time? Lemme help ya with that.”

"st, Ebris. I'd have to look a hell of a lot worse than this to compete with you. Though I guess you could say that I've Forgotten how to take care of myself."**

The big man paused his approach to chuckle to himself at that little one liner. To everyone else unfamiliar with what he was talking about, hell, even to the people who knew what he was talking about, Athan probably looked like he had more than a few screws loosened up top. Of course, upon realizing that nobody else realized just how clever he was, Athan flexed the fingers of his only hand, stretching them wide before bringing them in tight to make a closed fist for a good knuckle cracking.

How long has it been, do you reckon?

While Ebris stopped ten feet shy, Athan Cole kept right on walking until he was about chest to chest with the bounty hunter. In spite of his rough appearance, there seemed to be a glint of excitement in Athan's eyes as he approached.

*Since you had a chance to stretch the ol’ punchin’ muscles? Y’know, really cut loose?*

The hint of excitement became manifest when a crooked smile crept at the corner of his lips. His left hand found its way into his jeans’ pocket as he took one final big step and put himself within a foot or two of being chest-to-chest with the bounty hunter. For a man missing one of his fighting arms, he seemed pretty confident in his status going into a brawl. Then again, confidence was never really one of Athan’s issues.

”Can’t believe I’m saying this, but I missed this. Y’know...us.”

Athan’s hand came out of its pocket for a brief moment to halfheartedly gesture first to Ebris, then back to Athan himself before dropping back to his side.

”So-”

Out of the corner of his eye, movement. Something big, something fast, something not Ebris, but something equally loud.

”Tch!”

A big boot came out faster than it should have for a guy Athan’s size, planting itself square into Ebris Dhifi’s chest in an attempt to kick the big b*****d out of the way of the oncoming fighter craft. The kick’s purpose was obviously threefold. First, kicking Ebris always felt great. Second, there wasn’t much point in fighting a smear on the ground. And third, Ebris would provide more than enough of a platform for Athan to plan his own escape route, allowing the swordsman to push off, pivot, an-

”FUC-”

Now, there aren’t many things in this world that are capable of sending a six hundred plus pound man flying, but it turns out a twenty ton spacecraft operating in atmosphere at full thrust is more than capable. Athan pinged off the side of the craft like a goddamned pinball, went sailing ten feet in the air, bounced off the back of a luxury crossover vehicle, triggering its alarm, then collapsed the hood of a sedan as he came to a rest face first in a increasingly large puddle of his own blood.

Somewhere across the parking lot, on the sidewalk facing the street, an unassuming salaryman waits for the bus to arrive and take him home after a long day at work. He does his best to ignore the ruckus behind him, that very parking lot somehow having been a haven for miscreants and illicit activity for years. It's best not to get involved, as even making eye contact with the ne'er-do-wells might make matters even worse. Sighing, he removes his glasses to wipe them off with the bottom of his untucked shirt.

"You'd think the city woulda done something about that by now..."

Jay was insulted, ignored, and now left standing as what seemed like a Yoai romance unfolded before her. There was no complaint about that part, in fact it made her a little more excited.

Well at least until everything turned to s**t, you know a giant spaceship crashing into the parking lot wasn’t exactly… fun.

Jay spun on her heel and burst off at full sprint back towards Enness, there was no way in ****** she was going to get her cute a crushed by some alien a** hole. Leaping at the last moment she would grab Enness before the momentum carried them both over the SUV and onto the ground together, the bottle of whiskey safely cradled between their bodies as the car he was on was sent flying over head.

[****** ****! The **** is wrong with people! ****** aliens and spaceships!!”

Cursing loud enough to be heard even while her ears were ringing from the impact, car alarms were going off, various people who had literally just been watching were now dead, bodies in unnatural positions bleeding out…

“I just wanted to fight the big ********!” Jay would pout and sulk as she realised the other giant was… gone, probably blown across the carpark by the ship… Someone had ruined her fun and possibly a beautiful male romance scene… Someone needed to die tonight.

Grunting before shaking her head she would plant a kiss on her poor companion before rising to her feet again, looking at the wreck of the ship and flexing her fingers in frustration.

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It might have been an early warning sign when the girl didn't move. Not when the spaceship screamed by, the wind from its passing blowing at her loose sweater and hair. Not when the barbarian roared at her in challenge, and she cheerily shouted in answer-

"Okay!"

Even when the man actually charged her, she stayed where she was, lifting her hammer with visible effort. Stupid, suicidal, f***ed in the head? Figurative alarm bells were starting to ring.

It was clear already that if she tried to swing the hammer with her scrawny arms, the result would be so slow and sloppy even the drunkest of opponents would have no trouble avoiding it. That was if she could even swing it, which would be difficult given that she'd grasped it near the head with her left hand as she lifted it to waist level. Still, she bent her knees, bringing her right foot forwards and carefully shifting her weight. Her eyes shone with anticipation, like a kid about to get her candy.

A cacophony now, a chorus of wailing sirens. *Red alert, she's off her f***ing rocker.*

The axe swung, and she exploded into motion. Literally. The ground beneath her feet blew up, a bright flash of fire lighting up the parking lot for a fraction of a second, flinging the girl into the air. Below her, Jakovan's axe tore through the smoke-filled space where she'd been just an instant before.

It'd take a slow-motion replay and some damn good cameras to reveal what had actually happened. The blast came from the girl's boots, oversized shoes with a cutesy design that hid steel soles and hidden nozzles jutting out from the heels. Rocket boots, of the cheap and cobbled-together kind rather than the expensive ones used for sustained flight. This pair could only keep up a burst for about a half-second, but their power in that brief interval was enough to catapult the relatively lightweight Ivy upwards and forwards, rocketing her out of the axe's path and into hammering range at dangerous speeds.

Of course, in the moment there'd be barely any time to register this. Now airborne, Ivy released the sledgehammer with her left hand and simultaneously pressed one of two small buttons on the handle with her right, activating the rocket welded to the weapon's head.

The hammer erupted with a thundering shriek, ripping through the night in a left-to-right horizontal arc. Bright flame and smoke black as tar outlined its passage, scarring the air itself with its movement. The force of the blow nearly ripped Ivy's arm from its socket, and that was from where she held it far down the handle- what it'd do to Jakovan's head when the jet-powered business end slammed into his skull hardly bore thinking about.

Dead Myths Wrote:

There was no time to consider his reaction. She exploded into smoke and fire so fast it shocked him. At the very least, he had the tactile sense to understand his axe missed the mark, and a missed shot was a burden to deal with when he had swung with such a power stroke. His feet were planted so the opportunity to move in or out or around were lost to him during the sweater girl's bludgeon riposte.

His heart stopped beating. He sensed his own soul departing his body before he even took the impact of something bad and heavy. Worse yet, even if he failed to see her movements entirely, his combat-experienced mind knew instantly she had him. There was a span of a split second where he could just close his eyes and – no.

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> Tank Juice - For two turns Jak will super boost his physical defenses. A magical blue aura infuses with his flesh, rapidly increasing his density as well as his toughness. he will grow 2 inches while his weight raises to 390 lbs, cutting his sprint speed in half. The benefits, however, will outweigh the costs. Now he can withstand a hammer blow to the chest and come out with no more than a few fractures. His flesh becomes highly resistant to cuts. Stabs and thrusts won't penetrate more than an inch. After returning to normal there's a 2 turn cool-down. Can only be used 4 times a day.

He gritted his teeth as the transformation took over, changing him, enhancing him, blowing him up into a barbaric blue gorilla with red hair. His biceps were probably bigger than the girl's head and his chest was wide enough to give Conan a run for his money. But this wasn't a time for admiration or awe of how swol he became. He's taking a rocket hammer to the corner of his jaw.

Everything went black for Jak. That's the good news. The bad news was how he spun listless and dropped onto his back. He had managed to move his head just enough not to take the hammer square. Even if he was tanked up, he probably wouldn't survive such a blow. But a glancing shot was more than enough to not only knock him unconscious, but to twirl him around, break his jaw, and spray the air with his blood. His teeth bounced across the parking lot floor, scattered far and wide.

His axe fell beside him as he laid spread eagle. Blood poured from out of his swelling mouth. The blue aura receded and he shrank back to his normal form.

He wasn't getting back up for the time being. A random member of the audience that survived the alien ship crash ran in to take stock of Jak's condition.

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Stranger In Red

So much happening all at once, it was hard to focus on any one thing. It seemed the person Gustave had first locked his gaze upon disappeared. He looked back over his shoulder to find the first guy again, only to see him scramble up into his space ship.

"H-hey!"

He called after, pointing his mace at the ship accusingly.

"Where'd'ya think you're goin'?!"

But it was already too late. As Gustave got the words out of his mouth, the ship started to move, plowing a path right through the lot towards the "ogre". It would have to go through Gustave so, in a panic, the sorcerer dove out of the way.

He would normally have landed on the asphalt, but instead, his body fell through it. He was cast again into The Blind Eternities, destined to emerge elsewhere. 'Cause this place was bullshit.

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