Avenger Assembled Posted January 30, 2009 Posted January 30, 2009 Avenger set his teeth, his square shoulders a barely visible outline in the gloom. "You draw steel. Mistake." A blur of motion in the darkness, he proceeded to grab the nearest goon by the throat, squeezing hard as he lifted him into the air one-handed. With that done, he hurled the soldier directly at his armed leader, aiming to knock both down in one movement.
Pandorym Posted February 4, 2009 Author Posted February 4, 2009 Jack had considered himself lucky to have done so well against the super's assault; his luck was short lived. Though he hurled past Darren, he did smash face first into one of the computer desks, then silently slid to the ground, leaving a bloody smear on the metal drawers with which he'd impacted as his bloodied face and broken nose emptied themselves of sanguine fluids. Darren, however, readied himself to fight; the advantage of surprise was now gone, and even without his men, he might be a match for his foe; years undergoing rigorous with the KGB had hardened him, and corporate politics had stripped away any shred of mercy he had left within him. Holding up his dagger and shouting something in what seemed to be two voices at once, the security chief caused blue light to emanate from the blade, casting an eerie glow over the room and removing the advantage of the shadows. "We'll see who made a mistake, fool! You should've left when you had the chance, or at least let us put you out of your misery. Guns are quicker than this will be." That said he lunged at the vigilante, wicked weapon outstretched as the runes upon it flared in anticipation of blood. Yet fate was on Avenger's side, and Wolfe tripped over an overturned chair, his keen strike turning into a botched swing which he desperately tried to correct in time to assail his foe again. Pulling himself back into a defensive crouch he eyed the super, assuring himself that he'd suffered only a temporary setback... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ((3 rounds to Riotbreaker)) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ned was lucky; or, as he preferred to think of it, favored by Justice itself. With the edges of his fingertips he grasped Tarantula, then spun her around and grabbed her by the throat. Though he didn't kill, he had no problem taking the heroine out of the picture for a few months, especially after all she had put him through. She was nimble, and had evaded him several times already before her narrow capture, not to mention her accursed web attack. He decided on choking her into unconsciousness, or perhaps throwing her through a bank of computers; he didn't want to fight the riot police, for he had no defense against tear gas and the like, so efficiency was key. Yet he would have to maintain his hold if he were to begin choking her, and luck was not with him that time, merely his normal strength. If she escaped to cause more havoc, he would be very displeased indeed. If not, he had a good chance of ending this charade of combat before it got any further...
Avenger Assembled Posted February 4, 2009 Posted February 4, 2009 Inside the mask, Jack didn't like the look of that blade at all. He'd certainly seen magical weapons used against vampires in his time, and if that weapon's runes were the sort he thought they might be...well, even an injury could at the very least give the game away. All the blood in the air wasn't helping him think, either. Thinking about the young woman upstairs engaged in combat with the man with the big sword, he concluded he had to bring this to a finish fast. "Fool." He was all blackness in the dark, eyes gleaming with predatory rage as he approached the mercenary. "No blade hurts me. No magic hurts me. But I know pain. I share it with you!" He followed with a snap kick a moment later, driving his boot into the man's face.
Thejoshie Posted February 4, 2009 Posted February 4, 2009 "Dude, if I wanted to be groped, I would've went to the movies..." The corny joke did little to stem her raging nerves. Already she felt her neck siezin in, the oxygen being deprived. She started to kick his face, his chest, anything in order to break his grasp. "Didn't you get the hint? LET. ME. GO!" Out of desperation, Yuki began to kick harder, emphasising each word with a harder kick... First roll was the original one. Second was re-roll using an hp.
Pandorym Posted February 6, 2009 Author Posted February 6, 2009 ((Just to let you know, Yuki's hands are not restrained; she might be able to use her Snare again, unless it has some kind of recharge time.)) "My, you have a vulgar mind; I am not that kind of man. Hold still, and this will soon end. I will not kill you, despite your hostile actions." Ned calmed somewhat as he managed to maintain his grip on his foe despite her potent efforts, his armored hand clenched firmly around her throat and blocking off her windpipe as her dangling legs bounced off his breastplate. It was a shame, really; it was a waste of time to bring her down, but she had shown that she was no servant of justice, and therefore she could not be allowed to interfere in his plans again. With a flick of his free hand, the armored powerhouse directed his men into the advertising room beyond. The five of them positioned their blades, preparing to bring them through the plastic lids and into the delicate electronics beneath. Majestic had to pay for their ruthless ways, all of them agreed upon that point; it was a shame indeed that laws protected such scum as they, and blinded their customers to their dark dealings. With time, even the young heroine might understand, but that time was not yet. Raising his free hand once more, Ned prepared to give the order for a mechanical coup de grace, and a step toward both infamy and the discovery of truth... "Now, prepare to witness the undoing of these tools of evil!" ((Roll to maintain grapple next round)) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ((Two rounds to Riotbreaker activation!)) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ((Knife damage + DC 16 will save if hit; should the save fail, be slowed as per the Paralyze power description, but never paralyzed.)) Wolfe's recovery was cut short by a foot to the face, a potent blow that no amount of military training could avoid or resist. He stumbled back over the chair, nose twisted at an odd angle and streaming blood, but somehow managed to stay upright. Where before there was an almost playful malice in his eyes, the twin orbs now shone with the desire for a gory, thorough murder. Hefting the knife again he lunged forward low and fast, enchanted blade outstretched, pouring all of his new hatred for this hero into the fearsome attack. Though the man was clearly injured after Avenger's attack, he might yet escape if he could finish off his opponent, and his present attack would prove just as difficult to resist as the one that had sent him reeling backward in the first place. With the aid of sorcery, however, his might prove even more potent, for the knife he wielded had the power to make foes sluggish and easily bested...
Avenger Assembled Posted February 9, 2009 Posted February 9, 2009 A fantastically lucky shot by Wolfe actually struck home, cutting into Avenger's dead flesh and bringing a cry of rage from him! "Arrr!" With his flesh unmarred by the blade's magical powers, Avenger avoided further taunts and moved to action. He grabbed the man by the shoulders and brutally head-butted him, slamming skull into skull hard enough to actually crack his own hockey mask!
Thejoshie Posted February 12, 2009 Posted February 12, 2009 ((Yuki's grapple [with super strength and enhanced str] is a mere +10. Even on a nat 20, she'll still be unable to break grapple this turn [20 + 10 = 30])) Yuki gasped as the man's strength began to literally sieze in on her windpipe. She couldn't even talk anymore. One chance... She pointed to fingers at his face and out came the greenish web, aimed at his face... hopefully, it'll distract him enough to let go, or atleast give him something else to worry about... Remember, if the attack hits, it's a DC 16 reflex save.
Pandorym Posted February 12, 2009 Author Posted February 12, 2009 ((By most rulesets I've seen, a nat 20 is a success except against another nat 20 with higher modifier; is that different here?)) Ned watched his captive through his faceplate, his enraged features in the midst of their return to calm collectedness. His enemy was within his power, and nothing could possibly go awry. Too late the young heroine fired another globule of webbing, for the tormented madman twisted aside as it streaked toward him, causing it to miss his faceplate by mere centimeters. His fingers still maintained a grip of steel, his terrible strength holding fast the one who had dared interfere in his plans. And yet he hesitated, a mere moment of clarity gracing his senses, before bringing his hand down. With a flying of sparks, four computers of the twenty were destroyed. A Luddite bashed one aside with his shield, while another didn't hit quite hard enough and rebounded from the metal casing. A third one was impaled by the blade of a fearsome sword, a fourth ripped apart by a gauntleted fist, and a fifth smashed in by a steel foot. All save the Luddite who had failed moved to new targets, ready to accomplish their primary goal once more. "Even a victory would have been hollow, defender of corporatism. You can only protect injustice for so long before the veil is ripped away. Now, cease your struggles! Open your mind and see us as the liberators we really are." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Wolfe was given no time to savor his triumph, as the next instant a tremendous CRACK sounded through the basement. It wasn't just Avenger's mask, either; the director of security fell to the ground with a confused look on his face, laughed for a few moments, and then fell onto his side, curling into the fetal position as he hugged a fallen desk drawer. Blood streamed from both his nose and his forehead, and the flesh in the latter spot began rapidly to turn an ugly bluish-purple. The hero was left with the shattered bodies of subdued goons around him, and the remaining files scattered across the floor. All of that amounted to enough evidence to get Majestic in serious, serious trouble, but who could be trusted with it? Only he could decide. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ((Next round, the riot is broken at long last!))
Avenger Assembled Posted February 12, 2009 Posted February 12, 2009 Jack grabbed the now-unconscious mercenary by the throat and slammed him up against the wall, the burning pain in his arm lengthening his fangs behind his mask. KILL HIM! The urge was there in rich, palpable detail, the exquisite knowledge of how his flesh would feel as it tore beneath his fangs, the deliriously overwhelming taste of his blood as it poured down his throat, the look of shock as he fed and killed..."NO!" Avenger flung the man across the room one-handed, a huge crash echoing as the downed Wolfe fell to join his unconscious, battered associates. Avenger turned on the door and flung it open, a vision of brutality with his blood-stained hands and fractured, bloody mask. "You'd better still be out here!"
Thejoshie Posted February 12, 2009 Posted February 12, 2009 ((I'm assuming this is Yuki's next turn, if not, then the roll goes active the next turn)) All she intended to do today was deliver a simple package and then go home to a microwavable burrito and homework... Okay, that was a pathetic evening, but infinitely better then 'this'. She was losing, the man's head turning at just the right angle to dodge her webbing. She watched as the greenish glob, one of her last chances, splatter uselessly on the ground. That's what she get for trying the same tactic twice. "There is nothing... hollow... about saving lives..." Yuki wraped one of her legs around his outstreached arm. "This isn't about 'corparatism', you psychopathic nutjob. Because of you, dozens of people are attacking anything that moves... Innocent people... police officers that just doing their jobs... You're no different then the evil you claim to be fighting..." Yuki, preping her body to endure the tremndous strain this would put on her neck, swung her legs back then kicked them both forward. Hard. If her strength wasn't enough, then perhaps her agility would bring her over the top... Escape Artist Check. I forgot I could do this. :-p
Pandorym Posted February 14, 2009 Author Posted February 14, 2009 No window panes remained in the front of Majestic's Freedom City offices; the great neon logo over the entrance sparked and sputtered, cracked by thrown rocks. Men and women alike still raged, screaming their hatred, incited to acts of destruction they would never consider were it not for the voice of their misguided guide. Yet as they trampled the shattered glass and those protesters that had fallen before the onslaught of the Heroes or one another, a sound began to waft over their heads, something entirely out of place with the cars and the shouting and the beeps and clicks of urban life. Yet it did not conflict with these sounds, instead combining into something else entirely. Slowly the vandals stopped, listening, as the music flowed through their ears and into their confused minds. "Bhulbona ar shohojete Shei praan e mon uthbe mete Mrittu majhe dhaka ache je ontohin praan" Signs dropped from hands, fists unclenched. The assembled people, a tempest of fury only moments earlier, sat down and listened. Their eyes looked off into the distance, not seeing but contemplating what they had done, and asking why. They found their own actions suddenly repulsive, the opposite of what they should have done. And still they sat, hanging on every word of a language they did not understand. "Bojre tomar baje bashi She ki shohoj gaan Shei shurete jagbo ami" Even as sirens approached they remained as they were, entranced. Armored vans, SWAT painted on the sides in stark white letters against the black, pulled up just outside the crowd, and men and women in riot armor piled out, bringing with them beanbag shotguns and tactical batons. Three squads had driven at full tilt from Hannover the moment they heard of a super's involvement in the riot, and though now there was no riot to speak of, the super threat remained. Even these officers, hurrying to do their duty, became more composed as the notes broadcasted by the silver being above reached their ears. They bypassed the enchanted crowd and made their way into the building, ready to bring down whatever threats they had to with the dignity and professionalism any officer of the law should possess. It was a good thing the Hero had done what he had, when he had, newscasters would soon remark; anything less, and someone would have gotten hurt when they showed up. "Bojre tomar baje bashi She ki shohoj gaan Shei shurete jagbo ami" Several of the protestors, interviewed later in the day, would describe the end of the protest as one of the most eye-opening moments of self discovery they had ever experienced. Still they sat, listening and reflecting, reconsidering their positions and their lives as peace and tranquility blanketed Wading Way... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gavin Jackson had dealt with some nasty situations, sure, but the riot had been way out of his league. Equally foreign to him was how it ended; one moment he'd been in terror for his life, the next everything had become calm and still. He felt his fear-fueled adrenaline fading away as waves of calm likewise washed over him, and his hand left his holstered gun, which he had been tempted to draw as his position was nearly overrun. What he really needed, he decided, was to take a week, no, a month off from the force; he'd spent too much time on his job, and not enough with his girlfriend. He needed to prove he knew what was really important, and he had the savings to do it. A couple of weeks in Tahiti would do the trick... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The music did not reach the dark basement, where a far less tranquil scene took place, to say the least. Avenger burst from the room, the remaining light from the green "Exit" sign reflecting off of the blood on his hands and making his fearsome, cracked mask dimly visible. Annalyn felt like she was in some kind of horror movie; it was clear that, while the Hero had survived, he'd taken a beating while doing it, and his rage had not left him. His shouts terrified her, but she swallowed and faced what little she could see of him. She still had to see this through to the end, like she had promised. In a soft but firm voice, she spoke out again, her tone giving the impression of being in control of the situation despite her worry. "I'm here. Are they... are they gone? Did you stop them?" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ned's grip of steel was sufficient even to hold the heroine when she used her great agility to attempt to writhe away; his strength, born of a childhood spent in factories and several decades of hard training, was difficult to surpass or escape. Yet his voice could not convince his captive so well as it had the crowd outside; she was not so weak-minded, or as he preferred to think, so open-minded. He might not be able to hold her forever, and thus it was time to dispose of her. Raising his sword in his other hand, he prepared to do what had to be done; her injuries would cripple her for a time, but not kill her. Then it struck him; the crowd had stopped their shouting, and a different sound entirely, almost too soft to hear from his distance, wafted through the shattered windows. The tread of booted feet was the next thing he identified, and as he swung over his shoulder he beheld several SWAT squads, weapons aimed at him and the minions beyond. The game was up; continuing now would harm too many of the misguided for anyone to believe in his cause. But they had put him in a very bad position... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Captain Keila Spring stood at the head of the assembled SWAT teams, a grenade launcher in her hands. Though Ned towered over her five foot two frame like a rifle over a carbine, her form was almost as well-muscled as his, and many times as nimble. She had read the reports about this crazy anti-technology vigilante and his cult following, and the moment she'd heard about the expanding riot and suspected who was behind it, she had asked to be assigned to the case. If anyone brought in Ludd, it was going to be her. She had studied eyewitness accounts of his armor's seeming invulnerability, and drawn conclusions from the patterns of his attacks; in fact, she was almost disappointed she hadn't realized this would be the next place he would strike. More important than that, however, was the literal chink in Ludd's armor. Raising her grenade launcher, she fired it straight and true, causing the projectile to explode not far from his face, which he had turned to look at her. Thinking of his foe, she yelled quick instructions. "Close your eyes and cover your nose and mouth, lady!" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The one conventional weapon Ned feared was thus utilized against him; someone had very carefully considered the problem of his armor. Yet he held his breath and squeezed his eyes shut in time, though he could not cover his nose, and the stinging vapors began to enter. With an exhalation he pushed them out, resisting them for the moment, but he knew he was in trouble if he lingered. He did his best to throw Yuki from him, but in resisting the tear gas he sacrificed much of the power of his maneuver. Turning, he dashed down the nearest hallway as quickly as his armor would allow, his minions following. He made an unceremonious exit into a nearby alley through a window, then prepared to keep running; he had done what he could, and would have done more if the meddling heroine had not delayed and disgraced him. With a curse, he ran on. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ((Yuki: due to advance warning, DC 12 fort save vs. Tear Gas, failure means nauseated)) Goggles and mask firmly in place, Captain Spring rushed to where Yuki had landed, feeling for her hand in the white gloom; she had no desire to get someone who had opposed Ludd injured or killed, especially by a weapon she had used. She would do her best to guide the heroine out of the affected area, hopefully before the gas burned her eyes and lungs too badly...
Avenger Assembled Posted February 14, 2009 Posted February 14, 2009 Avenger turned and looked back at the piled bodies behind him, smelled the blood sweet and crisp in the air. He could have killed them all so easily..."Of course I stopped them. I'm Avenger." He slipped the magic knife into his belt as he heard the noise from upstairs, his eyes burning blue balls of pure ice. "Better attend to that. Take the papers. Do what you need to do." His arm is cut, but the folds of his costume as they fall and the blood on his arm hide the fact that the blood isn't his. The dead don't bleed.
Thejoshie Posted February 14, 2009 Posted February 14, 2009 Her agility countered by the man's strength, his sword rising up to do something nasty to her... ...ugh, that was nasty... Things were looking bleak indeed... and when she thought things wouldn't get any worse: Danger Sense. Wonderful. More danger. why not, I already failed conclusively. Then she heard the voice of warning. Cover her nose and mouth? Tear gas? Yuki was thrown, but her first order of business was obvious. She pressed her lips together and pinched her nose. The advance warning, along with her senses, she managed to stave off the gas for now. She landed and rolled into the growing cloud of gas while holding her breath, using it to cover her movements. She brushed of the guiding hand as took this opening for all it was worth. She stayed low to the ground charged forward and attempted to slam her fist right into his face. "Liberate THIS!" Sure this may be as ineffective as before, but it's obvious that he too had to deal with the gas. With that equalizer, she may just pull this off... Fort check passed, second roll for stealth (if Ned fails to notice her, this adds plus two to her damage due to sneak attack feat AND counts as a surprise attack which negates his dodge bonus) Final roll is a standard melee attack. A Nat 20 for a critical hit. This could be huge. This is a potential DC 27 attack. Ouch. Even without Sneak attack, it's a DC 25.
Pandorym Posted February 19, 2009 Author Posted February 19, 2009 ((Still no sign of Sandman, but I guess we'll go on. It has been too long.)) The woman's persistence was once again proving tiresome, and though her punches bounced away from the steel-clad behemoth headed for his escape route, Ned had to wonder if he could get away with thoroughly trashing at least her. Turning around, he raised his blade and swung it in a lazy arc, probably far too lazy to actually strike his foe. The SWAT team wouldn't join the fight for a bit; they would have to fumble through the fog of their own tear gas, however well protected they were. He had time to test her defenses, and time to do some damage if the opportunity presented itself... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Annalyn didn't know exactly how the man had been able to do what he had done, but she was grateful for it. It meant that she could bring a little bit of justice, a bit of revenge for the friends she'd lost along the way. If there was only just enough, just a few irrefutable links to criminal activities, she might have Majestic's lawyers scrambling for a year or more as their stock tanked. But if not, if they had won and all of this had been for nothing... well, better not to think about that. Her savior had taken quite a beating getting to this stuff, and it had better be worth it for both their sakes; she was technically breaking and entering, as well as engaging in theft, and his public image, if he had one, would have as many scars as he did if it all went down the drain. Cautiously, the young woman felt around for the lightswitch and flicked it back on. Stepping into the room and beholding the mess of blood and paperwork she gave a little gasp, then applied steel to her nerves. She wasn't quite done yet. "I don't know what to say, except thank you. I swear I'll do my best to bring these people down. Just don't let those rioters bring this building down on my head." And with that, she turned her keen eyes to searching the papers.
Avenger Assembled Posted February 19, 2009 Posted February 19, 2009 The dogged Avenger took his erstwhile partner at her word. "Get it done. Good work." When he saw her gathering up the papers, he told her "I'll get help" The best way to give yourself a street rep, he imagined, was to act like you already had one. When Annalynn was busy, Avenger walked out into the shadow again, taking advantage of his natural abilities to simply disappear into the hallway. Once there, and well-hidden from prying eyes, he dissolved into mist and drifted up the stairs. Once on the street, he reformed near a police officer who'd been speaking urgently into his radio about getting some backup for SWAT. "Lady in the building needs help!," he shouted. "Stopped merc gang cold! Need cops!" With that deed done, he stayed around just long enough to make sure he was being listened to before heading over to see what all the fuss in the alley was about.
Thejoshie Posted February 19, 2009 Posted February 19, 2009 Lucky bastard is shrugging of my attacks like I'm hitting a sand bag... but there's one thing guranteed to work. Yuki rolled away from the sword swing, staying low so the gas continued to cover her. She then waited, before firing webbing at the man's feet. If he's forced to stay in the Tear Gas... Yeah, it could work! Don't forget, if his notice check is lower then Yuki's stealth roll, then his defense against the Snare is without dodge bonus.
Pandorym Posted February 23, 2009 Author Posted February 23, 2009 ((If any Luddites hit, save against damage from a normal sword, with Str modifier +3 applied)) Ned was disheartened to see another blast of webbing coming his way, and even more disheartened when he failed to avoid it. Nearly toppling, he found his legs thoroughly entangled in the stuff. Still, he had been able to deal with it before, and could do it again. Still, he would have to wait before attempting to rip away the unconventional weapon, for the attack had been too swift for him to take immediate action. His minions, however, suffered no such problems, and charged Yuki with their blades raised. They were well trained in their use, swinging with precision and power alike, though some were hindered by the press of their peers. None noticed Avenger moving stealthily behind them as their attacks commenced; they cared not who now intervened provided their target fell. The edges of the tear gas began to encompass Ned once again, and he coughed a bit through his helmet.
Avenger Assembled Posted February 23, 2009 Posted February 23, 2009 Avenger's menacing, malevolent laughter broke into the noise of combat in the alley, the sound black and terrible, like the cackling of a fiend from Hell itself. "You play at combat?" A fist rocketed out of the mist, smashing into the back of one blademaster's head with a terrible concussion, sending the man staggering. "You fight? You kill?" Another one dropped, this one holding a leg slashed open by a gleaming mystical knife that had emerged in a black-gloved hand as if from the shadows itself. "You are nothing!" The knife was back, smashing butt-first into the face of one fully-armored man who dropped like a poleaxed steer. "Let me show you!" roared Avenger, who erupted out of the mist, showing himself fully for the first time as he powered through the tear gas like a man possessed, hammering a mighty fist into the belly of one of the last standing swordsmen, a look of sheer malevolent rage burning in his ice-blue eyes as he spectacularly intervened in the darkened alley!
Thejoshie Posted February 24, 2009 Posted February 24, 2009 For simplicity sake, here are the Toughness rolls. There were two hits but both were saved. EDIT: Actually, there were FOUR hits. Here's the other two saves. So that's four saves. Tarantula Yuki's smile faded when she felt the buzz at the back of her skull. Then, in a flash of metal, she ducked a sword swipe. Using her senses as her guide, she flipped backwards as another sword _narrowly_ missed her back. She managed to land into a handspring while simualtaneously spinning away from a thrust, before cart-wheeling to her feet where she stopped an over head swing from splitting her in two halves by clapping her hands to it's sides. She then spun of the attacker as he foolishly tried to push his weight forward. The final attack was hopelessly to slow. She was already on the ceiling even before he finished his swing. She was just too fast for him. "Yo chuckles, your men need to practice their backhand swing. It's atrocious. At this rate, they'll only qualify for Wimbledon in their dreams!" Not giving the man a chance to rip out of her webbing, sh forsaked the men attacking her and gave the poor man another dose of her webbing, this time aiming for his sword arm. "Now you stay put. I hear the police are just determined to give you a great pair of metal bracelets to match you lovely armor." The snare attempt is a Hero Point Re-Roll (I rolled autrociously the first time), so add 10 to it. Since he's entangled, he loses his dodge bonus.
Pandorym Posted February 26, 2009 Author Posted February 26, 2009 ((Roll sense motive against Ned's bluff, 19, to disbelieve his threat. I knew I should have taken bluff instead of all those stupid knowledges... thank heaven for synergy bonuses, or this would be even more pathetic.)) In a flash, three of Ludd's minions went down; none had succeeded in striking their target anyway. Ned was soon entrapped in yet another burst of webbing, his right arm immobilized to match his legs. The plan had failed, and now the man could only hope to survive. Had he proven unworthy of the support of Justice? Why was he failing in his quest? All at once, he knew what he had to do. He could not prevail against the one heroine, and it would be impossible to even escape against two and the SWAT team that would arrive imminently. It was time to use the only weapon left to him, in order to save himself and his followers. Already three were badly injured, and he was in no condition to fight. Steeling and focusing his mind, he raised his voice to speak as his minions backed away at a hand signal he gave. "You are mistaken; we do not kill. In fact, you are more vile than we are. We both have our masks, yet you seem to have more to hide than to protect. You do not know this woman; why would you leap in on her behalf? She professes to be a heroine, as you are a hero, but are you a hero? Or are you instead a man consumed by anger, focusing it into swift death for those you judge unrighteous? What if I told you I asked this woman to leave peacefully? What if I told you I attacked her as a last resort, and without the intention of doing her permanent harm? Would you reconsider? No; you are too set into your self-righteous ways. You revel in the violence, no doubt, telling yourself it is for the good of society while cracking heads against walls and gazing in morbid fascination at the spilled blood. I do what I do because I believe in my heart that it is right, and the only way to achieve a better dawn tomorrow for those who suffer as a result of company managers like those who occupy that tower. But since you will not listen to reason, and since this woman has ceased my crusade through her powers, I give you this: let me and my followers leave this place, or I will detonate my armor. You have seen its prowess, deflecting what should have been the most grievous wounds; imagine that, released in an eldritch storm of energy from the very power of Justice itself. Therefore, we stand at a crossroads. You may continue to attack those you are unwilling to take the time to understand, and in so doing kill all of us, or you can back away and let us tend to our wounded and depart. I wish you no harm unless you continue your pursuit and violence; Justice has not favored me this day, and I long to return and discover the reason for this."
Avenger Assembled Posted February 27, 2009 Posted February 27, 2009 Avenger gave the madman with the powerful magical arsenal his due, eying him carefully before he spoke. Truth be told, some of the man's words had truly hit home! He even turned his gaze on Tarantula, his blue eyes merciless eyes as he glared into her very soul. But Avenger had seen death and been taunted before. Suicides always did have the same look in their eye. He looked back at Ludd. "Suggest you surrender now. Unlikely I can subdue you without pain."
Thejoshie Posted March 6, 2009 Posted March 6, 2009 Yuki paused, her fingers point straight at the man's mouth... yet her hesitation, no, ALL her nerves themselves started to way on her. what if he was right... there were too many people here. She said nothing, yet she didn't let the man out of her sight... all she had to do was somehow... distract him... "Seriousy? Dude, you've seen how fast I am. You think you're fast enough?" She wasn't trying to trick... just get him to talk. He loves talking... Bluff roll. As stated, she trying to trick him into monolouging till the police close in.
Pandorym Posted March 7, 2009 Author Posted March 7, 2009 ((Sense Motive or Will Save, whichever is higher, against DC 22 to resist intimidate. Last ditch attempt, here.)) "Your pathetic attempts at misdirection will not work on me. Now, stand aside!" Ned knew that he had failed to convince the sinister vigilante in the mask to back down, and also that he was in trouble if SWAT caught up to him. He didn't have long if he was going to avoid that fate, particularly given that he had wounded minions to consider. Yet lies were not his specialty; facts or threats were by far preferred, and while one would not sway the foes arrayed before him, perhaps the other would. If not, he would go down fighting hard, and perhaps with the aid of justice escape from whatever place became his prison. But better not to think of that yet; a chance still remained. Drawing himself up as high as the goo would allow, he spoke again. "Your feeble minds cannot fathom the majesty and power of that which I serve; if you do not get out of my way, I will be forced to invoke them, and even should I fall, the eyes of my master will be upon you, and a terrible curse upon your heads. You will not see my ways, only treat me with violence; it is indeed a dark day, for those who are the true heroes are misunderstood and hunted while thugs like you, who care nothing for motivations or virtues, enforce their interpretations of law through brutal violence. You have already transgressed, and you have stopped my 'crime'. Your goals are met, and your sins committed. If you do not stand aside now, you will prevent me from performing an act of mercy, and the full wrath of Justice will be upon you. This is your final warning: let me and mine go."
Thejoshie Posted March 8, 2009 Posted March 8, 2009 Yuki took a few steps back. She wasn't accustom to deal with 'sprits' and the like. What if what this guy boasts are true... could she actually be fighting 'against' justice itself... Such mental conflict caused her to momentarily be hesitant. No use posting the link, she failed the Will save by a tremendous margin. >>;
Avenger Assembled Posted March 8, 2009 Posted March 8, 2009 Ned's threats struck home, as had his earlier taunts, but once again Avenger was able to shrug them off. He fixed his steely gaze on Ludd, casually backhanding a swordsman who'd been coming at him from the rear. "You know nothing of threats. Of curses. Of pain." He slammed one bloody fist into another. "Will not ask again."
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