Veiled Malice

Nanowire jerks to a halt as his newly dubbed opponent speaks. "Dealers? Poison?" A deep feeling of dread filled the pit of his stomach. Although he wasn't completely familiar with the slang terms of this country, what Nightrival said sounded far too much like - "You mean drugs? That's what's in the crates?"

That was a joke. It's entirely too high because I can't hit you normally. And your math is dead on.

That was a joke. It's entirely too high because I can't hit you normally. And your math is dead on.

That was a joke. It's entirely too high because I can't hit you normally. And your math is dead on.

Posted. He's now right next to Nightrival, across from where Shinken charged in. I think Flight 4 is enough to get him there in one turn. Oh, and that's entirely too high a Defense, Shadowboxer. :)

Posted. He's now right next to Nightrival, across from where Shinken charged in. I think Flight 4 is enough to get him there in one turn. Oh, and that's entirely too high a Defense, Shadowboxer. :)

Posted. He's now right next to Nightrival, across from where Shinken charged in. I think Flight 4 is enough to get him there in one turn. Oh, and that's entirely too high a Defense, Shadowboxer. :)

With an internal sigh, and a growing sense of inevitablity, Nanowire made towards the black-clad intruder. He lifted off the ground, held aloft on a field of gravitic suspention, and blasted towards him, arm cocked back. The crackle-pop of automatic gunfire barely registered as his fist slammed into the floor next to him, kicking up dust and debris. Damn, this guy's fast, Nanowire thought as he set himself up for another swing. "So, what is this all about?" he asked, taking a look at the armor-clad lunatic with the samurai sword that had just cleaved through the wall. "Who are you people?"

With an internal sigh, and a growing sense of inevitablity, Nanowire made towards the black-clad intruder. He lifted off the ground, held aloft on a field of gravitic suspention, and blasted towards him, arm cocked back. The crackle-pop of automatic gunfire barely registered as his fist slammed into the floor next to him, kicking up dust and debris. Damn, this guy's fast, Nanowire thought as he set himself up for another swing. "So, what is this all about?" he asked, taking a look at the armor-clad lunatic with the samurai sword that had just cleaved through the wall. "Who are you people?"

With an internal sigh, and a growing sense of inevitablity, Nanowire made towards the black-clad intruder. He lifted off the ground, held aloft on a field of gravitic suspention, and blasted towards him, arm cocked back. The crackle-pop of automatic gunfire barely registered as his fist slammed into the floor next to him, kicking up dust and debris. Damn, this guy's fast, Nanowire thought as he set himself up for another swing. "So, what is this all about?" he asked, taking a look at the armor-clad lunatic with the samurai sword that had just cleaved through the wall. "Who are you people?"

1. Yes he does. 2. The third movie is slightly better in this respect. Unfortunately, the "shaky cam" seems to be that director's calling card.

1. Yes he does. 2. The third movie is slightly better in this respect. Unfortunately, the "shaky cam" seems to be that director's calling card.

1. Yes he does. 2. The third movie is slightly better in this respect. Unfortunately, the "shaky cam" seems to be that director's calling card.

My post's up. And here's an updated pic of Nanowire: Now that's hot. He doesn't currently have the gatling gun engaged, but that could change. :twisted:

My post's up. And here's an updated pic of Nanowire: Now that's hot. He doesn't currently have the gatling gun engaged, but that could change. :twisted:

My post's up. And here's an updated pic of Nanowire: Now that's hot. He doesn't currently have the gatling gun engaged, but that could change. :twisted:

For some reason, the African man's words reassured Nanowire. This life didn't have to be the end for him. There was a difference between him and Nanowire, yes, but at it's essence, the way he looked at his problem had changed. It wasn't what he'd expected, talking to this man. In the movies, men such as this were nothing more than stereotypes, murders and psychos out for a way to get a fix of their favorite drug. But in reality, they had their own dreams, their own ambitions. That was what would keep him above the job. Knowing that someday, he could- Automatic gunfire cut his thoughts off suddenly, causing him to start badly. He nearly lurched forwards into the African man before regaining his balance. As he did, a shadowy shape burst out of the door across the hall and taking up a martial arts stance in the middle of the room. Seeing somebody do something so stupid nearly made him forget why he was in the warehouse in the first place. What's he thinking, Nanowire thought with incredulity bordering on shock. Is he insane? They'll gun him down! This might be a job, but Nanowire wasn't ready to see somebody die over it. He stepped forward, his footsteps ringing with the sound of nearly a half ton of ultratech carbine on concrete. "No one shoots him!" he bellowed, leveling his finger like a gun at the shadowy figure. "He's mine!" He hoped this guy would take the hint and get out of here, but knowing the superhero psyche as he did, Nanowire figured this would be one more instance of misplaced duty overtaking common sense... ...not even consciously realizing that was exactly what he wanted for himself.

For some reason, the African man's words reassured Nanowire. This life didn't have to be the end for him. There was a difference between him and Nanowire, yes, but at it's essence, the way he looked at his problem had changed. It wasn't what he'd expected, talking to this man. In the movies, men such as this were nothing more than stereotypes, murders and psychos out for a way to get a fix of their favorite drug. But in reality, they had their own dreams, their own ambitions. That was what would keep him above the job. Knowing that someday, he could- Automatic gunfire cut his thoughts off suddenly, causing him to start badly. He nearly lurched forwards into the African man before regaining his balance. As he did, a shadowy shape burst out of the door across the hall and taking up a martial arts stance in the middle of the room. Seeing somebody do something so stupid nearly made him forget why he was in the warehouse in the first place. What's he thinking, Nanowire thought with incredulity bordering on shock. Is he insane? They'll gun him down! This might be a job, but Nanowire wasn't ready to see somebody die over it. He stepped forward, his footsteps ringing with the sound of nearly a half ton of ultratech carbine on concrete. "No one shoots him!" he bellowed, leveling his finger like a gun at the shadowy figure. "He's mine!" He hoped this guy would take the hint and get out of here, but knowing the superhero psyche as he did, Nanowire figured this would be one more instance of misplaced duty overtaking common sense... ...not even consciously realizing that was exactly what he wanted for himself.

For some reason, the African man's words reassured Nanowire. This life didn't have to be the end for him. There was a difference between him and Nanowire, yes, but at it's essence, the way he looked at his problem had changed. It wasn't what he'd expected, talking to this man. In the movies, men such as this were nothing more than stereotypes, murders and psychos out for a way to get a fix of their favorite drug. But in reality, they had their own dreams, their own ambitions. That was what would keep him above the job. Knowing that someday, he could- Automatic gunfire cut his thoughts off suddenly, causing him to start badly. He nearly lurched forwards into the African man before regaining his balance. As he did, a shadowy shape burst out of the door across the hall and taking up a martial arts stance in the middle of the room. Seeing somebody do something so stupid nearly made him forget why he was in the warehouse in the first place. What's he thinking, Nanowire thought with incredulity bordering on shock. Is he insane? They'll gun him down! This might be a job, but Nanowire wasn't ready to see somebody die over it. He stepped forward, his footsteps ringing with the sound of nearly a half ton of ultratech carbine on concrete. "No one shoots him!" he bellowed, leveling his finger like a gun at the shadowy figure. "He's mine!" He hoped this guy would take the hint and get out of here, but knowing the superhero psyche as he did, Nanowire figured this would be one more instance of misplaced duty overtaking common sense... ...not even consciously realizing that was exactly what he wanted for himself.

Thank you very much! And I think you're right - that would have been tough to ink under the best of circumstances. Kudos x100! :D

Thank you very much! And I think you're right - that would have been tough to ink under the best of circumstances. Kudos x100! :D

Thank you very much! And I think you're right - that would have been tough to ink under the best of circumstances. Kudos x100! :D

Sure. Just tell me when Nanowire should take a fall, and he'll hit the canvas like he'd been punched by Centurion. ;)

Sure. Just tell me when Nanowire should take a fall, and he'll hit the canvas like he'd been punched by Centurion. ;)

Sure. Just tell me when Nanowire should take a fall, and he'll hit the canvas like he'd been punched by Centurion. ;)