An Explosive Ending

[Zana]

Zan was quite surprised when he saw the incoming teenager pin him against the wall. Luckily, the acid had been safely tucked away within his pocket. The young man seemed quite disturbed- almost demented- as he grabbed Zan by the side and pushed him against the wall while yelling

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!?"

Of Course, Zan knew what was up- except he hadn't expected this to happen. Grinning, Zan side stepped quickly, moving off towards the right where he had more room to move around. At that time, Amos had injected some sort of drugs into himself- increasing his bulk/muscle, and then drawing his sickles. Wow.

Shifting rapidly from side to side, Zan felt the adrenaline course through his blood. He was pumped! It was quite exciting- how this whole situation had turned out. He kept in mind that he still had the hydrochloric acid- which he had meant to use on the wires the three terrorists had set up. Meant to burn through metal, the acid was a dangerous substance- for anyone.

Hoping to avoid any type o fight if possible, and to try and warn the other people- like that kid who was heading to the clock tower- Zan kept his awareness up and kept his eyes on his foe. The increased bulk should slow his opponenet down- hopefully. And look at all that gear he was carrying- not very suspicious eh?

He poised himself in a defensive stance, as he watched the man twirl the blades.

[olesya]

ooc; kay, so...probably going to fuck this up..


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'Get back into the classroom, nothing to see here..' Olesya slumped back into her seat, drumming her fingers on the desk. Class ended 5 minutes ago, what was going on? No one was saying anything but something was definitely fishy. She was supposed to be in Geography now but here she was, brooding in Intro. Chemistry. 10 minutes...15...why were they still sitting here?

Sigh, she ignored the jabbering students and looked out the window for something better to do. Whoa-what? Olesya did a double take, blinking her eyes and staring at the next building over. It wasn't the building that interested her. But a...Giant. Man. That couldn't be natural..

Smoothly raising from her seat, the junior sifted back through the mingling people, some sitting, some standing, all but paying attention to her. She found her way to the farthest back window of the classroom, opening it for some air and looking out. The drop wasn't bad, 5 feet at the most, she was silently thankful her class was on the first floor. The next problem stared at her in the face though...the screen. Reaching in her pocket, she removed a pen, jabbing it through the mesh and dragging it horizontally and then vertically in quick forceful motions, retracting the pen and shoving it back in her pocket, becoming still and listless for a moment to keep from drawing attention to herself.

No attention? Good. The kids were all talking and joking around, glad to not be attending their next classes, the teacher was hammering on the phone for some answers. He didn't seem to be getting very far.

And on that note, Olesya vaulted out the window. Crawling through the now broken screen, she perched on the ledge for a moment before dropping from it, her knees bending like springs as she hit the ground, hands out in front of her kind of like a cat, tumbling momentarily from the momentum and to relieve the pressure from her ankles.

Once she got back to her feet, eyes trained on the door the Gigantor disappeared through, she judged about a 50 foot distance between her and her destination. She covered the ground quickly, remaining below the windows of the building she'd just left until last minute to keep from getting caught. After clearing the saftey of the window ledges she bolted to the door, reaching out a hand to the handle-

*Crunch-crinkle*

What the...? All motion stopping abruptly, she looked down, lifting her foot from a piece of paper. In fact, there were a bunch of them strewn out on the grass. A clue maybe? If it was, it was an obvious one..She bent down and picked up the one she'd stepped on, scanning it over quickly as she opened the door and disappeared into the building. "Troubling Times and Wonderful Explosions." ..double-yoo, tee, eff...what was the meaning of all of this?!

Alright Gigantor, come out come out wherever you are..

[Deleted]

Saint took two more steps into the tower before noticing the package. Kneeling down for a closer look a sick feeling arose in his stomach upon realizing what it was… again the school was under attack. He examined to bomb from a distance for a long moment wondering what he might be able to do about it, his knowledge in the subject was lacking and trying to disarm it would be exceedingly foolish. Thus the student body president back away from the device, closing the door as tightly as he could behind him. Naturally he looked upward, someone attacking this school would want to enjoy the sight of its destruction especially from right on the campus grounds, which is when he noticed the giant of a man standing at the roofs edge.

Now if he had never seen the bomb then the man’s presence would have been nothing more than another oddity at 259, but when added together that would be the pillar’s next destination. Saint took off in a dead sprint toward the building, bursting through the doors he gathered his bearings before continuing. Time was of the essence as such a device could be rigged to go at a certain preset time or activated by remote… or both. Clearing the steps in large strides the pillar ascended the four flights of stairs at haste to the roof. Almost there he pulled the nearest fire alarm, which would in turn cause the school and its buildings to clear out away from the courtyard and get all students and faculty to safety, or so he hoped. With that done he climbed the last few steps and made his way out onto the roof to inquire as to what the large man knew about the package and who he was exactly.

With a few heavy sighs Saint paused to catch his breath… hopefully this feeling in his stomach was just indigestion.

[Kane Hikari]

Ok… Now he was pissed… two idiots had gotten up on his perch and were proceeding to ruin his fun outta class. He stood up and glared to the man who looked more like the hulk. Gripping his coat he practically ripped it off to reveal the tank top underneath and the mass of muscle too. The two hadn’t noticed him but soon they would, he opened his mouth and out came:

“Hey, Shit Face, if you are gonna pick on students, then we better make it fair!”

He charged forth and jumped high in the air, he hadn’t paid attention to the whole thing, and he definitely wasn’t paying attention to the other students words. All Kane really cared about was that the large fucker was ruining his hiding spot. He would put all his weight into a shove to knock the man off balance. And if he was near an edge… well that was just a bonus, one dead fucker, and two to go considering the idiots who jumped out of the building were probably with him.

If the attack succeeded he would spin low and sweep out the mans legs only to jab his index and middle finger just below the mans sternum to knock the wind out of him. If he did it right the man would be near unconscious from that, and either be forced to use another injection to keep awake or slip into that realm of sleep.

[Stu Pott]

The Moments unfolded in front of Sol slowly. He watched with blazing alacrity as his kick seemingly connected, but did not push the boy himself. Instead, the boy pushed back, instead of forward, the boy a bit stronger than he. He watched then as the stab came.

The problem with stabbing, especially with blunt instruments, was that you did not get the same effect as a smack or a slash would give, which is spreading pain out on a single spot. A blunt weapon was meant to give equal pain to multiple parts of the body, and to overall injure the opponent.

Also, its not hard to parry a stab.

Sol sidestepped to his right, smacking away the bokken. He watched, however, as Unfettered came forwards. With another twirl, he barely moved out of the charging boys way, infact, he somewhat stumbled away from him.

He looked at the German boy, and spoke.

Fine, want to know what we be doin'? We be crashin up ya lil mixah here.

We be blowin' the roof offen your top, iffen ya catch me.

And now, its time for ye to be ended.

The boy grabbed at three pockets, taking out three small syringes. He planted them into the neck, one at a time. He slammed them home, sending the liquid coursing through his veins. The red liquid surged through the syringes, the canisters emptying into his bloodstream.

He cried out temporarily. His eyes became bloodshot. His biceps bulged, and increased substantially in size. His legs seemingly inflated with the additional strength.

He cried out. Then, he became focused.

He ripped out the empty canisters. He picked up the tonfa. He exuded strength. A lot of it. He reached into 4th of 5th pocket, and pulled out his other syringe. It was purple. He injected it, his neck now bleeding quite steadily, but it went unnoticed. His eyes dilated, then became relaxed.

"Boy... You are in for some trouble."

He gripped, his hands crushing into the hilt of his baton. He jumped forwards, his baton held high, which he brought down in a vertical strike, attempting to crush the boy with one swift blow. The baton hurtled forwards, readying to crack the boys skull. He would not escape easily, as as soon as this attack was finished, he planned on landing on his foot, and then kicking of, and executing an upwards sweep, from low left to high right, of his weapon, attempting to swat at the retreating boy.

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Amos grinned. His teeth gritted, he lunged. The sickle aimed sweetly towards wrapping around and embedding itself in the stomach of the boy, until he heard some other boy speak. He called Amos a name.

How.

Dare.

He.

Amos turned. He turned with enough time to see the boy leap. He came at Amos hands first (You said shove), but Amos was ready. He recoiled the hafts of his sickles, holding them both in his left hand. He leaned slightly to the left, and struck outwards with his right arm, the entirety of his strength put into catching the boy mid-air.

Which he entirely would.

With the boy caught, he continued through with his strike (You were in mid-air, not much you can do to stop the defensive move), he continued pushing, and striking downward. His strength was nearly double that of the boys, and he exceeded him in all respects.

The boy would literally be put through the roof of the school with such strength impacting upon him.

As the boy hit, he pulled back, and stomped downwards with his right foot. If the boy had not gone through the roof of the school, this quick follow up attack would send him careening downwards, perhaps into an unknowing class of students who would take care of his shattered frame.

He returned to Zan. He began twirling the sickles again. He arced one around, aimed at the midsection of the boy. If it caught, it would eviscerate his opponent, disemboweling him. It was up to Zan to defend against such a vicious attack against him.

With his spare hand, Amos took out two more canisters, injecting the both into his neck. His strength surged...

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Atop the last building sat Potemkin. He was alone. No one showed up. He sighed.

Maybe he'd blow them up early... It'd more than likely kill Sol and Amos, but really, only one person would have to leave here alive... Just enough to report back.

He thought about it. Until the door opened.

There, a girl. She was younger. Pretty.

Real pretty... He'd like to take her.

In every sense.

He grinned, a tooth missing in the bottom right middle. He lurched up from the sitting position, his stance slightly forwards. he looked like a massive human gorilla. He lifted both hands up, and cracked his knuckles.

He spoke. In a delightful english accent.

Well then... Aren't you just a pretty little tart... I bet the boys be polishin' dere knobs too ya, ain't they? Hell, i'm getting a bit randy just looking at ya... So whaddya say, ya little tart, wanna go for a ride on the Potemkin express?

And someone else was running up the stairs... he had excellent hearing... hmm.. he'd have to be quick.

A LOT HAS HAPPENED! READ MY POST!

AMOS'S STRENGTH INCREASES ANOTHER 10 POINTS! HE STANDS AT A FULL 44 STRENGTH. HE HAS 3 CANISTERS REMAINING UNUSED

SOL'S STRENGTH HAS INCREASED 15 POINTS! HE STANDS AT 33 STRENGTH. HE HAS 1 CANISTER REMAINING

POTEMKIN HAS ENGAGED, OR SHOULD I SAY PROPOSED TO, OLESYA! HE HAS 3 CANISTERS REMAINING.

THE BOMBS DETONATE IN 3 TURNS SHOULD ANY OF THE 3 BE UN-ATTENDED.

NEWCOMER KANE WAS DECIDEDLY PWNT BY AMOS. HE MAY REQUIRE MEDICAL ATTENTION!

ANY OTHER QUESTIONS, PM ME~~~~!

[Kane Hikari]

Kane grunted from the impact of the arm and winced from the impact to the ground. The hit had sent him through the ceiling and took much debris with him. All around him lay ceiling panels, chunks of roof, electrical wire… and a nice pipe, steel…oh how he smiled when he found this out. His eyes opened completely and the five minute count down started in his head, that’s all he had left till he was completely out, and one more hit from that guy and it was over.

5:00

He worked his arms underneath him as well as he could and lifted himself to his feet, he was hurt pretty badly, but he had to do it.

4:13

Kane grabbed the lead pipe and walked up to the hole, making as little noise as possible. The class around him he ignored but quietly brought a finger up to his lips in a signal of silence.

3:47

Kane crouched low and leaped as high as he could grabbing the gap between ceiling and roof and pulled himself carefully up onto the latter.

2:25

As he reached the roof he looked up to his enemy, now with their back turned towards him, so he crept up on them as best as he could before he brought back the pipe and slammed it hard into the man’s left kidney.

1:00

The man was obviously taking too many of that damned canister so his reaction time would be slowed definitely and there would be no use to continue the fight. So Kane ran.

0:30

Kane leapt back into the hole and was caught by the class, only to fall unconscious in their grasp.

OOC: Kane managed to get one last attack in, 5 minutes are up from that action, Amos is currently in OD status, Kane now requires medical attention, and that is a legal manuever, the human mind has about five minutes to last within that state of half consciousness from such damage before the body give out, so I got an attack in but to make it fair, lets say half or quarter damage it would have been, if any, because of the unconscious thing.

[olesya]

And there he was, Gigantor. He climbed to his feet quite easily despite his size, and grinned at her toothily. Olesya grimaced as he towered over her, her arms raising defensively in front of her, before he spoke.

'Well then... Aren't you just a pretty little tart... I bet the boys be polishin' dere knobs too ya, ain't they? Hell, i'm getting a bit randy just looking at ya... So whaddya say, ya little tart, wanna go for a ride on the Potemkin express?'

...Say what? Was he even speaking English? A curious look in place, she mentally translated his British-y ramblings. Pretty was a compliment, though not a desirable one coming from this oaf. It wasn't hard to figure out what 'polishin' dere knobs too ya' meant after she got over the fact that he wasn't talking about doors. Ew. Getting randy? Well, seeings as it followed a tainted comment like the one before it, she could guess what the jargon meant. Again, ew. But now she knew his name, Poh-tem-kin. Too difficult, she'll stick with Gigantor.

Olesya made a face, her hands balling into fists.

"What are you planning with the school, Gigantor?" She demanded, "You're a tad too big to be a student."

A giant man versus a slender framed girl? The odds were ridiculously against her, but if that flier was correct, then she needed to stop them from setting off these 'wonderful explosions.' She slid her feet shoulder length apart, arms raised in a basic guard, eyes narrowing as she focused on her opponent. Sprinting the distance between them, she picked up momentum and launched herself from the ground, aiming a kick at the soft tissue just below his ribcage, assuming it wasn't covered by sheer bulk.

[Zana]

The moment Amos lunged with the sickles, Zan had tried to dodge the attack, but found himself wrapped in the blade’s deadly embrace. Luckily, some other student had intervened before the blade’s tip could impale him. Lucky! As Amos turned to the new opponent and smashed the unfortunate soul through the floor, Zan had taken the time to reach inside his clothes and retrieve his hydrochloric acid.

As Amos would turn back, and swing his sickles, Zan would jump back and throw some of the hydrochloric acid at Amos. The acid would most likely hit his, now huge, foe as Amos injected even more drugs into his system.

As soon as he threw some acid at Amos, Zan would continue backing up and quickly run around Amos- so he wouldn’t walk right off the roof- as he capped his acid and placed it back inside his pocket.

If Amose somehow survived and was in good condition after encountering the acid, Zan would have to run some more trying to evade Amos. Evading, Zan would run by the shattered Kane, as the broken boy would aim one final attack at Amos.

(Acid will run out after one more use)

[seishounohana]

OOC: I shall join this little suicide party, even if it was very late >____>;;

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Someone was taking the luxury of walking around the campus waiting for a certain teacher.

Layla just had to be so hard to find. She should be around here somewhere.

It probably wasn't the more intuitive thing to do; impending doom was at hand.

Emily was walking around to find the Biology Laboratories. Unfortunately, she had ended up here at this bloody place. She ended up on the rooftop thinking it was the last floor up.

Her nose met with the stench of acid.

Then...

Noises of grunting? Fighting? Something wasn't right.

She took a peek, a chance to snoop and see what's going on. Her eyes opened at what she saw.

Someone had a sickle. A weapon, and some retarded student just got knocked out. 'Shit, what have I gotten myself into!''... pero kailangan niya ng tulong... puta..." [... but he needs help... fuck.]

To the looks of it, this guy had more or less Thrice or even four times her own abilities.

Her Qi Surged as the temperatures a meter around her came to freezing temperatures. Now that she thought about it, that guy that just got knocked out was in her Art class. That obnoxious son of a bitch.

Then there was this other guy she didn't know.

Was this divine retribution?

She took a deep breath and opened the door, revealing herself.

Emily looked around, clearly now understanding what's been happening.... or most of it. She was at a decent distance from them, and was surely in for a beating.

If she could keep her distance, she may just pull through this without dying. "Need help?" she asked Zan, taking her Jyuutekken no Kaze stance.

SPOILER: Click to show

Emily's stats!
Strength: 15
Dexterity: 18
Constitution: 17
Intelligence: 18
Wisdom: 14
Charisma: 15

Amo's Stats
Strength: 15 + 2 + 12 = 29 (is now 44)

Amo's is clearly going to pwn Emily once he lands a couple of hits on her. Maximum of 3-5 direct hits.

Dexterity: 20 - 2 + 4 = 22

4 point dexterity difference, Emily can run from Amos but it will not be long before Amos will be able to catch up to her.

Constitution: 15 + 5 = 20

3 point Constitution difference. Emily is unlikely to be able to knock this guy out. Medium-high energy conservation must be done.

Intelligence: 16 + 1 = 17

Emily is smarter by a point. Not much help, but she'll be able to outwit him once in a while to land a possibly critical hit.

Wisdom: 14 - 1 + 2 = 15

Amos is 1 point wiser than Emily. He's likely to read through her movements, but it is possible that Emily can get openings.

Charisma: 20 + 3 = 23

Charisma at a 8 point difference. Emily's Qi isn't so strong against this guy. It would tire her out to use 100% of it.

All in all, if Emily's not careful, she'd be screwed.

[Aureus]

Dull brown eyes peered up at the skyline from under the lid of a black fedora and behind light-adaptive sunglasses. The sun was still relatively low in the sky and sunlight trickled over the tops of the buildings, preventing the Senior from discerning any specific details of the rooftop spectacles. Wait-wait, lets go back a little bit.

For the last year Aureus had been absent from the volatile concoction known as PHS 259. After everything that had happened with Chi, his drug addiction, and the constant stress of being a Pillar, Aureus Hayes had decided to run away. He didn't have any specific plans, and that was part of the idea's allure.

For better or worse, his stepmother had talked him out of abandoning Long Beach. Instead, the schizo opted for home schooling and spent his free time dealing with his drug and emotional afflictions. It was hard on Ashley, his aforementioned stepmother, and he felt more indebted to her than ever. She had saved him multiple times from a harsh world and himself.

To be honest he was ashamed of the person he had been before. Even if he did have more issues than the normal person, it was no excuse for the way he had behaved. His mind had been so set, and even after getting back together with Chi he had lost her again, but that's just how things were. He was done obsessing over things.

Once he had recovered, Aureus spent his days much the same ways he had before. Training, playing guitar, playing video games, reading, etc. Levi on the other hand had formed a band with a few kids from around town. It was something he and Aureus could really connect on. The schizo was putting his life back together. There was only one thing that still bothered him though.

Aureus wondered how his old love was doing and not to mention 259. Asiv was gone, yet the enforcers remained. In addition, there were more druggies like himself running around the place. A whole year had passed, so who knew what else had changed. Graduation was getting closer and closer, and it seemed time that he set the final piece of his life back into place.

Back in the present, the ex-Pillar was strolling into the building for a look around, and on the way there a piece of paper caught his eye. Explosions? Damnit, I just got back... The teen thought angrily as he looked around for any clues as to what was going on. Oddly enough a large BOOM shook the roof of the building he was standing in front of; it didn't sound like an explosion, but something big had happened.

Running to and up the stairs, Aureus was headed for the roof. On the second floor, his path was blocked by a bent door. What was going on here? No matter, it was a simple matter for him to kick the damn thing down. Up the next flight of stairs and the hum of excited talking and yelling reached his ears. Speeding down the hall he, he pushed through the crowd of students into a room. There was a giant hole in the roof and a Freshmen sprawled below. Not bothering to ask questions, the Senior promptly left for the roof.

A push through the large security doors revealed an additional two Freshmen, and a bulky looking dude with Sickles. Out of all of them, only one gave off the aura of a Qi, the girl. A quick glance over to the other building revealed similar situations. AGAIN? AGAIN?! Nothing new happens here does it? I guess not...

["Unfettered"]

Two Dangerous Giants
Continuing Theme Song: -Radioactive- by Waterflame

Like a bull, smacked away, but unharmed, "Unfettered" quickly whirled about. Five foot distance.

Fine, want to know what we be doin'? We be crashin up ya lil mixah here.

We be blowin' the roof offen your top, iffen ya catch me.

And now, its time for ye to be ended.

*PlunkPlunkPlunk*

...Interesting. That explained a bit. Brimstone versus canisters... the German grinned. Watching as the pain turned to realization. Looking at the emenating strength, disrupting the entire flow of the battle. Yeah. Things were about to be kicked up a notch.

As for what the punk was saying...

...He had absolutely NO idea. Alright, that was a lie. But crashing up a 'little mixah' seemed like an inappropriate term for a school. And blowing the roof off his own top didn't make any sense, so...---And well, the last sentence seemed to contradict that anyways.

"Boy... You are in for some trouble."

"...Juzt like ze good old dayz..."

And then, the boy jumped at the German. Jumped, for God's sake. And in the five foot's distance, with no control over momentum, "Unfettered" would use this to thrust yet again, this time at the boy's stomach. Why? Because his own speed was quickly deteriorating, and this was his quickest move. And while it was a 'blunt object', it was still a 'practice sword' so to speak, so there was a point. And if the punk landed on the point, it would hurt. Badly. Damage to the ribcage on a miss, possible throwing up if directly at the stomach, a brief moment of being 'winded', which he could take advantage of...

The possibilty of a successful hit... rather high. That 'rod' the punk was carrying about was high in the air, aiming for the German's stomach. Bringing it down to block a 'stab' would be very... very hard, unless the punk had some masterful skillz. And then, blocking with a kick would only be temporary, as "Unfettered" was following up with this charge... worse, upward kick might land a shot to the punk's balls or asshole. A kick to the left would lend to a painful jab to lower side... or worse, a shot to the armpit. If the punk moved quickly enough to get out of the way, then "Unfettered" would correspond with an upper knee on the corresponding side... But most probably a vain attempt.

Anything else this punk may try was currently not thought of, but "Unfettered" was on his toes... Even if his reactions were dulling.

Granted, if this was a hit, "Unfettered" would follow up by quickly (or, as fast as he could, in his current condition, dulled nerves and all) pulling back and bringing up a slash from the right, left side of the punk's ribcage.

A miss?

He'd try to step back 'professionally, if he was given the chance, and would try to do a quick slam for the side... or maybe the head, if he could get a better spectrum of the blow... But he couldn't see any further then that.

So far as this German knew... the simple action of 'stabbing' (especially with longer arms and a longer weapon) would negate whatever combo this Brit punk had come up with... But there was also the risk factor of 'what if'...

---

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Status Report:

Statistic Modification:

Strength: 35 x 1.5 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Pro Level)
Dexterity: 17 x 0.91 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Pro Level)
Constitution: 35 x 1.7 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Pro Level)
Intelligence: 41
Wisdom: 35 x 0.91 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Pro Level)
Charisma: 38 - 7 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Pro Level Postly Qi Consumption)

Current Statistics:

Strength: 53
Dexterity: 14
Constitution: 60
Intelligence: 41
Wisdom: 29
Charisma: 31

*50% Of Pain Is Numbed
*Landing Of Blows While Qi Is Active = -15% Dexterity (Does Not Stack Per Hit)
*Temperature: 82/100
*Vulnerable To Fire, Electricity, Hot/Warm Water
*Strong Against Earth, Cool Water
*Poseidon Chest Plate Effect: Nullifies First Two Hits (No Hits Used)

Versus Sol's Statistics:

Strength: 16 + 2 +15 = 33
Dexterity: 23 - 3 -15% = 17
Constitution: 13 + 2 = 15
Intelligence: 21 = 21
Wisdom: 25 -3 = 22
Charisma: 20 + 3 = 23

Statistic Comparison:

"Unfettered" Has A 61% Strength Advantage Over Sol!
Sol Has A 21% Dexterity Advantage Over "Unfettered"!
"Unfettered" Has A 300% Constitution Advantage Over Sol!
"Unfettered" Has A 95% Intelligence Advantage Over Sol!
"Unfettered" Has A 31% Wisdom Advantage Over Sol!
"Unfettered" Has A 35% Charisma Advantage Over Sol!

[Stu Pott]

(Sorry for taking so long with this. But then again, most people have stopped posting. Those who are left will have nice rewards. I want to finish this up within the next 3 posts, so, lets get to work.)

Amos was still brutish against his opponents. He had surprising alacrity compared to that of Kane Hikari, who thought it prudent to try and sneak up on him. He lowered his arm and turned, the pipe scraping against his arm, cutting it open slightly. He grabbed Kane, by the arm, brought him close, grabbed him by the collar, and then hurled him. He was thrown clear of the buildings roof. He would land somewhere out in the courtyard.

However, now three enemies seemed to appear. The one from before, Zan, threw something at Amos. Amos, however, was smart enough to duck, and cover. The acid splashed against his vest, and although it was strong, the kevlar inside and the outside were rugged, and both just sizzled on the surface. There was a girl who looked very chilly, as did the area around her. And another boy, who seemed to just show up, and stand there.

Very well then. They must all die.

YOU ALL MUST DIE. I ALONE AM BEST! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Amos charged forwards, his sickles swinging madly. With a bit of a hop step, he sent the chained blades forwards, slashing towards his prey, trying to catch them all in a giant sweep. He had distance on them, and the fact that he was so jacked made his swings ridiculously powerful. Should the blade actually hit anyone... then there was a good chance they'd be damn near torn in half from the impact alone.

---

Potemkin smiled as the little girl spoke.

We be blowin dis shit up!

He wasn't one for subtleties. Instead, he only smiled as the little girl tried to take him down.

It wasn't going to work. He was huge compared to her, and although she might be faster, faster didn't always win. He, with one huge, veiny, muscled arm swiped, his right hand, from left to right at the girl. He would either catch her in his grasp, or knock her away. There was also a good chance that if he knocked her away, she'd go flying over the edge of the roof.

He smiled the entire way, that big dumb goofy smile. He roared his approval at his own attack.

---

Sol's leap forwards was stopped quickly as his opponents club was thrust forwards. He wasn't jumping, more or less a forwards charge, but still, the threat of being pierced by a club was daunting. So, he threw down his feet to try and twist away, however, it left him open as a knee smashed into the side his hip. However, he wasn't about to stop. His skill with the weapon was probably higher than that of the new boy, and as such, his attack now had a great chance of succeeding.

As they were up high, Sol was instructed to only stop anyone from disabling the bomb. In close, the man's weapon wasn't as effective as Sol's was, which was meant for an extremely close quarters battle. With a bit of a push, he threw his entire weight into his enemy, trying to knock him off balance, and perhaps both off of the roof.

To do so would take two things. First of all, in this reckless shortrange charge, he had to at least try to take out a knee. As they were so close, andhis enemy had JUST kneed him in the side, he basically dropped his arm down, and held on for dear life. This would cause the second action to at least work. With the baton in his other hand, he swiped and pushed the weapon at his opponents neck. He was trying to fully overcome the stronger boy, and he would do so by any means necessary.


OH MANZ. SHITS BE GOING DOWN!

THREE TURNS TILL THE BOMBS ASPLODE BY DETONATION. HOWEVER, IF ALL THREE PLOT CHARACTERS ARE IN BATTLE STILL, THE BOMBS DO NOT DETONATE.

[seishounohana]

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Emily noticed the weapon before. A VERY SHARP sickle at that...

Question is, how long was that chain that held it? This guy was at a distance, considering the fact that the school roof had bars he wouldn't want his sickles to be caught so... it could be a good 5-7m long.

She wouldn't want to conclude considering that she's not exactly 100% accurate in that kind of estimation...

Surely Emily had no chance against the blade itself, but maybe... just maybe if she pulled some of her Qi to concentrate on one spot. It might just be able to melt it... or at least soften the chain that held it together so it would fall apart.

That aoughta get that deadly weapon off his hands. However, it still needed to be kept in one pla- oof!

YOU ALL MUST DIE. I ALONE AM BEST! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Emily ducked and avoided the sickles. Boy, that was a close one. Several strands of hair weren't so lucky.

First the environment. This was the school roof. Several old chairs had been dumped on here for repair, they were made of pretty well made steel... and some wood. Surely, that chair a few feet away would be enough.

Her eyes looking back and forth from the man to the targeted chair, she took the opening to make a run for it.

She would sprint to the right and grabbed the chair, leaving the two others just a few feet to the left of her current position for two more trials just in case this plan of hers didn't work.

The air around Emily would flare with a hot, searing temperature comparable to a desert. The effects of Emily's Qi doesn't affect herself besides becoming more easily tired out.

She ducked the next wave of sickles, noting it was getting a bit lower.

Now the plan was set out.

Now Emily just needed him to swing that thing just one more time.

Two meters. Two meters. She must be at least two meters. That's not even good enough! Damn her inexperience!

Now here comes the kamikaze. All Emily could do is pray, and she wants this battle done and over with! She took the chair and held it close. All that's left of this chair was the steel frame and the wooden seat and the back rest.

Here comes the next wave! She would pull the chair against the upcoming blade, catching it in a mess of tangled chain and steel. Emily would be quick to Heat the metal up to a point of it becoming red within the second and she would pull it away, separating the bladed weapon from the long chain left behind.

If this didn't work, well... most she could do was run. RUN FAST. And hope this other guy here had something better in mind.

[olesya]

FWUMP. It was like she had gotten blindsided by a redwood or something, the force of the one arm swinging down and sweeping her away like a bug. She flew backwards, head over heels before reaching the edge of the roof, she gripped on, her legs flying over the edge.

Oof.

The edge of the roof cut into her hands, thin lines of crimson trickling down her plams. It would be considerably more painful to fall off this roof now, a few cuts on her hands was nothing in comparison. Swinging her legs back and forth like a pendulum a few times she launched herself back up onto the roof and to her feet. She shook her hands briefly, shaking off the pain.

"We be blowin dis shit up." The words echoed in her head, and 'Lesya scowled.

"Not if I have something to say about it, Gigantor."

SUPER SAIYAN! ...Not. It was times like this Olesya wished she could just power up her arms to super strength and bowl this guy over, but who were we kidding here? Olesya only had herself, her skill, and her will to fight. She would have to outwit him, which she assumed would be quite simple, but unlike herself, the Hulk had mass and strength on his side.

She would use his weight against him.

But first, she had to get him to make a move.

"Do you think you're strong Gigantor? Is that why you're here? Or does your boss think you can push a button because its a simple enough task for even the dumbest person like you?"

She taunted, making her way back toward him, ignoring the pain throbbing in her hands. She could poke him with a stick, but verbal provocation would work just as well. In all actuality that insult was kinda weak, no, it was very weak, but it contained the words necessary to provoke him, the rest she assumed would just go in one ear and out the other. Strength, boss, stupid.

Olesya smirked wickedly, squeezing her right fist experimentally before cocking it back and aiming it at his neck. But she wasn't focusing on his attack, she was focusing on his response. As the giant arm swung down again, her left arm would shoot out and grab his arm, her body rotating to the right and bending forward, yanking with all of her weight, her feet leaving the floor momentarily as she moved to use his momentum and mass throw him over her shoulder as hard as she could.

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Finally making his way on to the roof, he’d tripped slightly on his way up the stairs, Saint arrived to see a mountain of a man being challenged by Oleysa and hearing what was being said his fears were confirmed a large mental sigh escaped him along with the arising of the unanswered question that came with it… why this school? All these attacks over time trying to destroy this place, why? It wasn’t just even one person or even one group but wave after wave… was this place built over a gold mine or something? Was Capone’s lost fortune buried beneath 259? The worst part of these questions was that, well, Saint never really got an answer to any of them from the people attacking. They were all focused on destroying this place never taking the few seconds to answer the question. … sigh…

Standing at the opening to the roof, the pillar watched the attack before him to observe and note the large man’s capabilities. It was an advantage that he could do this without being directly involved in the conflict just, though the greater part of him wished to help as soon as possible his rationality won out. Victory was a necessity and foolish or impulsive actions on his part at this juncture would do more harm than good. He removed his coat and tossed it aside so it would not hamper him in any way. Taking two steps toward the two engaged combatants he quickly ran through everything in his mind.

- Nearly a foot height disadvantage
- Approximately 100 pounds difference
- This man was stronger
- Likely to be able to take quite a beating
- More experience in combat
- But Saint was faster
- And he had an ally
- He could defend while they would have to press the attack

Overall… not the worst. Probably the best odds they’d have against an attack bent on destroy this school… he didn’t have the abilities that the gods had had.