Ricardo observed the strange man who had defined himself in an even stranger way that the Hispanic could not pronounce again, but had definitely something to do with french cuisine: of that, he was sure. His movement was swift and controlled, but his arrows had not produced any more effects than the guitarist’s misdirected attack. Either the opponent was too powerful from them, or something was not clear to him at that moment. The teen began to wonder the extent of the enemies true power, especially when coupled to their juvenile naivety.
Considering the direction of the arrows, Ricardo joined his screaming and screeching skull to the single projectile shot towards the hidden figure. Even if those initial assault were not been really effective, they were closing in on him; sooner or later, this lurking adversary would need to move and show his ugly face.
The fight seemed to turn ugly pretty quickly as Rad found himself punted out fo the way - by a comrade, no less! - and toppling ungraciously into a mass of discarded rubble. It wouldn't have ticked him off so much, but Ewan was obviously trying to horde all of the good Baddies to himself. That just wouldn't do. He sprang to his feet, body shimmering with a halo of furiosu crimson fire that danced playfully around his tall, lanky form. Everyone was all tied up with the bad guys, and a big dome of gross junk was keeping them from rushing off an saving everyone! Ewan was fighting some craxy-looking dude with a sword, and Mr. Purple Hair was trying to stab some chick with... were those bones? Well, that didn't matter much at a time like this.
Rad launched himself into the air with a mighty leap, gaining considerable altitude in a matter of seconds. He was vaguely aware of that teacher guy floating (he would have to learn how to do that). Instead, he settled for a flashy sommersault and a very heavy crash to the ground when he landed. Crimson sparks shattered the stained concrete as he regained his composure, some few yards away from Ewan and his scary-looking opponent.
"Red Rocket Punch!" he declared wildly as he began running forward, aiming a fire-adorned fist at the man who was attacking his comrade.
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Sorry about the wait; RL got sort'a hectic. But now Rad is rushing off to fight HADES with Ewan while everyone else gets rid of the scary nightmare junk. I tried not to ignore anyone's actions, but so much it was kind of hard. Lemme know if I need to edit anything or whatever.
EDIT: Stats/Abilities soon if you're interested Raph.
A dim roar entered LOKI’s ears, and it took him a moment to realize that the sound was indeed closer than he had imagined. His eyes snapped open, refocusing his senses on the world around him in time to see the screaming blue projectile to embed itself into his right leg as he attempted to leap away.
Before his instincts could kick in and he could remove the offending object, things took a turn for the worst: the arrow exploded. His eyes went wide as he watched, surprisingly numb, as the decimated portions of his leg were scattered across the street. Instantly, the Genno dropped, revealing the smoky skyline and leaving the wide-eyed experiment to gape at the gaping wound now rapidly flowing precious blood from him. Now obviously in shock, his hands numbly felt around the wound for a moment, before he turned bewildered eyes to the world around him, finally landing on the hazy figure of the archer standing stolidly in the sky.
Attempting to vocalize his confusion, he only succeeded in evacuating more of the crimson liquid from his body as he lay down, still twitchily grasping at the stub of a leg he now possessed. He would be left, naturally. He would pass out from the pain to come, naturally. He would die of blood loss in five minutes, naturally.
Unable to recognize his own fate, his confused visage still attempted to piece together the unusual scenario that had been enacted. His programming, the ingrained mental conditioning of a Chimera experiment, continued to turn up blank. He was to capture and incapacitate his enemies, not heal himself or designated targets.
With one last sigh, the shock of the occurrence overrode his conscious mind’s lack of self-preservation and his eyes unfocused. In the only act of his lifetime to defy what he had been bred to do, LOKI screamed in utmost agony, then lay still.
HADES’ punch had slammed perfectly into Ewan’s throat forcing him to gag and fall back. Which was lucky as that was the moment Rad had chosen to get his act together and help. With an explosion... The man had been thrown back and Ewan had closed his eyes to keep any debris out or indeed the flashy effects from blinding him. Rolling his eyes beneath their lids, he opened them and massaged his throat a bit.
"Crap,” he croaked as he registered a scream somewhere from where the others were. It sounded as if the other guy had been done in.
That leaves the girl and this dude. Looks like Bones can handle her though. He turned to face them. Scratch that, he already has. He grinned and picked himself up, staggering a bit and still massaging his neck where HADES had struck.
"Hmm, that’ll leave a mark later,” he muttered, voice nearly back at one-hundred percent. Throwing the broken blade aside, Ewan looked at where HADES had been blown.
"We’re running out of time, let’s get this over and done with. Hey Bones, you in?”
The teen frowned, “It’s Arano…and before you go anywhere I’ve got a couple questions. Like what the hell you think you’re…doing…” He cut himself off, reminding himself of his own age. These were just kids, but he himself looked to be younger than the leader of this little band. He swallowed down his self-righteous tirade, biting his tongue over the side of him that wanted these kids to have nothing to do with the war going on around them.
Treating them like idiots wouldn’t get him anywhere, and didn’t all those psychologists nowadays say that kids should have friends their own age? He snorted in amusement, before waving off the teen. Still, he could use the distraction from the questions that continued to rage inside his mind. Shrugging, he discarded yet another bloodied and destroyed jacket and gave a swift answer, “Sure, I got nothing better to do.”
FINAL [148/1518]
Yay
So no need for an advance party, we can wrap this up right now. Yokoham Assault begins next week, this thread will be closing tonight so get your turns in while you can.
A whoop of joy- and relief- sounded as the hideous imagery filling the sky vanished. "All right, Ayers-san! Let’s go!” Akiko deliberately chose not to think about the possibility that the older man’s incandescent arrow had killed a person. Only a monster could have created the Dome of Infinite Horror, right? Right.
The black-clad schoolgirl released her handful of chi ribbons, leaving only Inju no Nijiro in her right hand. Wait... hadn’t Metal-san and the strange boy who had his bones outside his body been fighting bad guys a minute ago? Looking over her shoulder, Akiko saw Rad-san, Metal-san and Bones-san standing over the fallen forms of their enemies. The bad guys looked so young... not that much older than Akiko herself. She swallowed hard as Bones-san introduced himself.
"Hi Arano-san, I’m Nishimura Akiko! We’re going to rescue some students who were kidnapped by bad guys who have chi and are probably doing really bad things to them. Thanks so much for coming with us, we can really use your help! Ayers-san up there-” she pointed toward the older man with the glowing bow in his hand- "thinks he knows where they are, so we’re following him. It’s a place called Yokoham Pharmaceuticals, so that probably means the bad guys are shooting the kidnapped people full of nasty weird drugs or something, don’t you think? Unless they’re, like, in the basement without the company knowing or something, but that would be really hard to disguise from a drug company because they’re always paranoid about security because they’re afraid of their competition stealing secrets. Come on!”
Akiko sprinted toward Ayers-san, nimbly dodging or jumping over the rubble that filled the area. Her rainbow-colored ribbon wrapped itself loosely around her waist, untouched by the wind of her passing. It wouldn’t hurt anyone unless Akiko wanted it to, but in the past the forty-foot long chi construct had gotten tangled on things when she ran.
Metal-san was right; they were running out of time.
