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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jun 20, 2012 16:27:10 GMT -8
She extended her arm to him, nodding her thanks at his offer. She tried not to cringe as he rotated it in circles. It wasn't popping in and out anymore, which was nice, but it still hurt like a bitch.“Well, I got good news and bad news.” Ah, shit. That didn't sound good.“Good news is you're shoulders back in place without any soft tissue tearing. The bad news however, is that the pain your feeling right now is caused by the same soft tissue, meaning the meat and cartilage. Unfortunately, ya 'rubbed it' and now it's all swollen and irritated” Oh, peachy. I went and hurt my rotator cuff this time? That's gonna put a kink in the works, that's for sure.
“So what's the diagnosis, Dr. Marcus?” She teased lightly."The thing is, I suggest you sling that arm until it heals or risk irritating the grit and gristle even worse and doing some damage that will put that shoulder out of action permanently." Whaaaaaat.
She was silent for a time as she let his words sink in, frowning at herself. Her first reaction was to say, “Fuck it” and wreck her shoulder while she went about her daily routine. The Crows needed her to work and work she would. On the other hand...she needed that arm to be of any use to them. It wouldn't be the end of the world if she had to delegate rather then be hands on all the time.
But she liked being hands on. Oh, the dismaaaay.
Eventually, she heaved a tired sigh and swung her head around to look at Marcus. “It's gonna be hard to use three knives with one hand...” she said with a chuckle. “Ah well. Had to happen some time: I've been having a pretty good run up 'til now. It was bound to catch up with me.” she looked over his shoulder and spotted a torn piece of tarp on the ground nearby. She got to her feet with a groan and walked towards it.
As she bent to pick it up, the shadows at the corner of her eyes seemed to move, something she noticed too late. Her hand dove for the hilt of her bowie knife, the only one she was carrying at the time.
“MAR—gaaaack!!”
As she tried to call out a warning, a shape lunged out of the shadows, tackling Delilah to the ground with a thud. Six more shapes—people, to be sure, followed suit, aiming to surround the two intruders, a hungry look in their eyes.
The moment she was tackled, a ground fight began with the person who struck at her, who was trying to pin her to the ground to subdue her. She squirmed, trying to buck him off with her hips while punching him in any space she could reach. After the fifth swing at his face, he punched her in the gut, sending the wind out of her lungs for the second time that day. As she sat up from the force of the hit, she tilted her head slightly to the side, and headbutted the man on top of her. His head snapped back, stunned. She drew her knife using her good arm and buried it in his neck in the next instant. As he gurgled, she bucked him off and rolled to her feet. As she pulled the knife away, a shower of blood rained down in the spot she had been in only moments before.
She leapt back beside Marcus, holding her knife at the ready as the six people closed in. They didn't seem disturbed by the death of their friend...but they sure weren't happy about it either.
"I thought you checked this place when we got here!" she said with a wheeze, trying to get her breath back in short gasps. OOC:This twist just sorta came up on me, man. xD Swing it however you want and I'll roll with it. LET'S DANCE~
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Jun 21, 2012 9:34:21 GMT -8
{OOC} In the Immortal words of Thrush. FIGHT TIME A GO GO! =D {OOC}
"I did."
Marcus replied stiffly as he crossed his arms and assessed the situation, eyes shifting to each of the remaining goons that seemed to want to make sport of them both. He had leapt up to his feet to knock the man who tackled Lilah down, but his pulled muscle and newly healed leg had slowed him down considerably. Fortunately it looked like His new friend was as dangerous as he surmised she was as he caught a glimpse of the blood that dripped from the very knife she had handed him earlier.
"Why? You worried?"
'Five left. Two females, Three males. Scavengers by their tattered cloaks, mismatched clothes and improvised weaponry.'
Marcus cataloged in the time it took to blink. After seeing what Lilah had done to their friend, the others had pulled makeshift knives and pieces of piping and rebar out from their brown torn cloaks and began to circle them like a pack of wolves. Marcus bristled, letting a low threatening growl escape from his throat, but the group seemed unfazed. Aye, they've defiantly ganked their fare share of unsuspecting victims before. There was an animal cunning in the way they moved together.
He needed to take the initiative FAST. Reaching back and grabbing one of the pallets he was sitting on, Marcus lurched forward into a spin off his good leg and let fly, sending the eighty pound wooden projectile into the group and hopefully scattering them long enough for him to get his hands on one of them.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jun 22, 2012 15:47:55 GMT -8
“Why? You worried?”
She barked a laugh, shifting her weight to the balls of her feet, pinning her injured arm to her side. She drifted behind Marcus to cover his back. “Please. My only worry is what's for dinner tonight.” She made a carving gesture at one of the girls wielding a shiv.
The girl didn't budge. None of them broke rank, simply circling the injured pair slowly, boxing them in. They were waiting for them to make a move.
In reality, Delilah was a little worried. They were both injured and caught off guard. This group knew what they were doing for sure. Now they were waiting for their prey to strike, lest they get too entangled to fight so many. The advantage was the scavengers thus far. She assessed quickly: Marcus' leg was bogging him down despite her best efforts, but still retained his full strength. Delilah remained mobile, but her injury was debilitating. Alone they had only a light chance of winning without serious injury, but together it was clear that – even injured- Marcus and Delilah were the better fighters. The group would try to separate them to overwhelm them, pick away at their weaknesses until they tired.
A stratagem started to form in her mind before it went blank with the onset of combat.
She heard Marcus move behind her and out of the corner of her eye watched him throw one of the pallets towards three of the people in front of him. They scattered, dodging the projectile, and started closing in to Marcus. At the same time, the two who had been in front of her began to advance in.
Spinning on her heel, she hurled her knife over Marcus' shoulder – on his injured side- at the man raising the hunk of rebar over his head, connecting with a meaty 'thunk' as it speared through his forearm, leaving it for Marcus to use to his hearts content. Pulling it out of the man would shred his arm with the heavy serration on one side of the knife, one of the reasons she carried it wherever she went.
Using the same momentum from her spin, she snapped a kick back at eye level, connecting with the pipe that had been bearing down towards the exposed back of her head, sending it flying out into the darkness of the warehouse. She leapt backwards in the next instant as the girl tried to slip the crafty little knife into Delilah's ribs, baiting them closer...
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Jun 23, 2012 23:07:00 GMT -8
"Fried Veggies and insta noodles."
Marcus fired over his shoulder as the wooden pallet shattered against the wall. His ploy was successful, two of the three thugs had leapt out of the way, leaving Marcus with a chance to even the odds out alittle, leaving him with the third thug in strike range, a big bear of a man with a makeshift club made from rebar.
"It's my roommates turn to cook tonight."
Realizing he only had a small window to take out the big guy, Marcus hobbled forward, hoping to catch the man in the mouth with a nice haymaker just as he was about to bring the rebar club down upon his head. But just as the two men were about to connect, something cut the air a few inches from Marcus' head, making him flinch. Whatever it was stopped the other man in his tracks, arms in the air holding the club. Without hesitation, Marcus reached out and grabbed hold of the mans hand, the one holding onto the club and squeezed hard enough to grind his knuckles to powder before gripping a fistful of cloak collar in the other hand. Marcus then proceeded to beat the poor guy in the face with his own club, sending ribbons of blood flying with every wet, meaty thud. He then brought his foot down on the outside of the man's knee, shattering it completely as it snapped at an odd angle.
Somehow, as the man fell into a heap on the floor screaming, Marcus' brain had identified the thrown object as Delilah's knife. Still in fight mode and working completely on instinct, he caught the man's club out of his limp grip just as he reached over and ripped the knife out. Marcus blanched at the amount of blood that erupted from the wound, a near fatal lapse of concentration as the other two thugs pounced, lashing out at Marcus from two sides with shivs and clubs as he frantically swung and stabbed back, trying to get some distance while trying to find his footing.
Again mobility would be his greatest weakness here and before long, the thugs would be on him before he would have a chance to take an offensive stance. With the knife held in a reversed grip, He slashed and stabbed but could never connect, his strikes being clumsy and inexperienced. Eventually he reverted back to punching with his knife hand between swings of the club, startled at how much stronger his punches were when he had something held in his jabbing hand.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jun 24, 2012 14:08:28 GMT -8
Delilah flicked a glance over her shoulder as she redirected another swipe at her midsection. What she saw made her flinch: Marcus was holding his own, but it was clear that his lack of mobility meant he wasn't able to pull his a-game.
Her attention was suddenly drawn back to the fight as the man she had been fighting lashed out to punch her in the face. She pivoted neatly to dodge it, but it had been a ruse and the man grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking it towards him.
She uttered a sharp cry of pain and reacted by falling backwards, grabbing the man roughly by the collar of his cloak, pulling the man down with her. She tucked her legs underneath her as she fell and an idea sprung into her mind.
“CATCH!!”
As her back connected with the ground, Delilah launched the man falling with her over her head, letting the momentum from their fall throw him into the air towards Marcus. The same momentum let her spring up on her good arm and back to her feet easily, and she was off. Delilah was little more than a blur as she sprinted behind the two shiv wielders assaulting Marcus, around the same time the man she had kicked into the air would be completing his decent. They were too preoccupied with the task at hand to respond quickly to the mechanic as she rolled behind them, tearing with her hands at the tendons of one man's leg and breaking the ribs of the other. As they turned around to see where the girl went, they would leave themselves open in the second that they were not paying their full attention to Marcus.
She rolled again on Marcus' flank, coming up in front of the girl with the shiv she had been dealing with before. This time, the girl had the advantage as she tried to knee Delilah and stab her in rapid succession. The only response was to dodge by shifting her position on her knees as quickly as she could while trying to regain her footing without leaving herself open. In the meantime, she was trying to take out the girls legs, but she was too light on her feet for Delilah to land more than a glancing blow.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Jun 26, 2012 21:01:09 GMT -8
"Wha-?"
Was pretty much all Marcus had time to get out before he spotted the flying human projectile comming right at him. Thanks to more than a decade of fighting experiance, The man's body acted long before the mind could process what was going on. Stepping forward, the man hooked an arm around the Scavanger and with a spin to build more momentum, he slammed the man brutaly down to the ground before plunging Delilah's combat knife into the man's chest.
Wanting to free his hands fully, He then turned back to his 2v1 Melee and overhand tossed the club at the nearest scavanger as they tried to keep up with Delilah's nible movements, catching one of them square on the side of the head as the other one turned in alarm, only to be subjected by a barrage of Marcus' fists as he took his chance to close the distance. THIS was more to his liking, never really having been much of a weapons user. With almost contemptuous ease the man tossed jab after cross into the scavanger as Delilah danced with her own nemesis, feeling flesh and bone give way under his meaty fists, culminating with Marcus knocking his opponent clean out with a vicious uppercut right under the chin.
Now all that was left was Delilah's foe, but as he watched the two dance thier deadly dance, he found himself conflicted. A Part of him wanted to help his new friend, but another part felt that interupting would be an offensive taboo. He gritted his teeth as his sense of honor warred with his pragmatism. Finaly a rather simple answer presented itself to him.
"Ummm......Need any help there?"
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jun 29, 2012 16:51:58 GMT -8
Delilah and the girl continued their weird little fight, with Delilah still unable to rise to her feet and the girl unable to land a blow with her shiv or her feet. In truth, the mechanic was tiring some: her injured shoulder was throbbing loudly now as she had rolled across it twice, and it was eating away at her endurance. Still, she had a long way to go before she was too tired and messed something up. But the girl was desperate now, having all of her friends die in the last few minutes. Her stabs and slices were fierce yet controlled. This girl had clearly been trained, or had been fighting long enough to know what she was doing.
"Ummm......Need any help there?"
OH YEAH, MARCUS! She ducked under a cut towards her eyes, and rolled swiftly sideways before resuming her twisting and turning on her knees to avoid the knife. She got a good glance around as she did so; all the people Marcus had been fighting had been reduced to little more than pulp. She was sorry she missed witnessing all the carnage, but the man clearly knew what he was doing. She was proud of her new friend: what an excellent man to fight along side.
“KNIFE PLEASE!!” she panted, lashing out at the girls knees with a clenched fist as she did so. The girl lept harmlessly over Delilah's arm and lashed a kick out at her head as she did so. Delilah went to block with her injured arm, but couldn't raise it: she only just manage to turn her head to the side as the girls foot connected firmly with the side of her head.
Delilah tumbled backwards, rolling instinctively before skidding onto her back. Dazed, she struggled to sit up as the girl rushed towards her downed opponent, makeshift knife at the ready.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Jun 29, 2012 18:34:01 GMT -8
"Errrrm, Knife. Aye aye!"
Marcus stammered as he hopped around, sweat stinging his eyes as he grimaced in pain, hobbling back to where he had left the woman's knife. See, that was why Marcus never liked weapons. You can never misplace your fists. The frantic sounds from Lilah's duel made his pulse quicken. She sounded winded and frantic which was NOT a good sign and only served to worry him more. It had been too long since he had last fought side by side with somebody.
But he had to admit, he certainly did miss it.
In minutes he found the body, only to feel his blood drain from his face as he stared at the empty space where Lilah's knife used to be.
"Uuuuuuuh Shit! GONNA BE A MINUTE WITH THAT!"
Marcus shouted to Lilah, breathing hard as panic gripped his chest. It was a lovely knife he had to admit and judging by the seriousness she had put into recieving it back from him the first time, Lilah honestly cherished that blade.
She was SO going to kill him horrificaly for this.
It was when Marcus began looking around that he suddenly noticed that two of the bodies were missing. He cursed viciously under his breath. It must have been the one that he tossed the rebar club at. He must have shaken himself awake, collected his Face fisted Comrade and dissapeared with the knife.
"But where the he-"
*SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEECH [/color] BOOM!*[/color]
The throaty roar of an engine and the screeching of tires drowned out everything as a pair of headlights illuminated and blinded Marcus as an armored, ramshackle, rust covered, open topped Jallopy peeled out and drove straight for the man. Seeing the get away car, the Woman Lilah had been dancing with suddenly disengaged and instead began to ran. A Hand shot out of the cacophanic engine and pulled her inside before catching some air and flying straight for Marcus.
Blinded as he was, the man had no time to react before the buggy slammed it's cow catcher prow into him, sending him and the vehicle crashing into the parking lot outside, leaving the Bay door they shot through a twisted mess.
Marcus kept an iron grip as he shook his head and looked up to see the one he suspected behind the drivers seat, staring back at him in hatred. His brother was laid out in the back seat, still unconcious. In the passenger seat sat the woman with Lilah's knife cradled in her hands.
The crash hurt. Marcus could only hold on and spit blood out from the side. Some primal instinct telling him not to let go as the man who was clubbed in the head put the car into gear and drove off down the street and out of sight.
Half hidden in the twisted wreckage of the bay door, something would twinkle and shine. if one were to look closer and investigate, they would find a rather valuable item.
The keys to Lady, Marcus' treasured Chopper which managed to slip out of Marcus' pocket on impact.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jun 30, 2012 11:56:26 GMT -8
(( OOC: I laughed. So hard. Excellent post, man.))
Still unable to rise, the girl quickly took the advantage over Delilah and started firing kicks at her vulnerable body, goading her to rise. She took a couple in the ribs before grasping firmly onto the girl's calf, pulling her down to the ground with her and knocking away the shiv as she did so. The two quickly engaged in a no-holds-barred ground fight, complete with hair pulling, shirt tearing and low blows. Normally, Delilah would do immensely well in this kind of situation, but two new variables had been introduced: her injury and a moderately skilled opponent. If the girl wasn't so...damn...slippery, this fight would have been over by now.
"Uuuuuuuh Shit! GONNA BE A MINUTE WITH THAT!"
A frown quickly creased her face, but she refrained from saying anything as she fired off punch after punch into the girls abdomen with her one good arm. Her knife would make things so much easier right now. Why oh why did she have to go and throw it? If he were still alive, her sensei would have made her sprint uphill for two straight hours again if he had heard about that. The cardinal rule of training in any martial form involving tools was “CHECK YOUR SHIT”, meaning know your equipment and know where it is at all times.
Today, Delilah was a bad ninja.
*SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEECH BOOM!*
The world was suddenly all sound and then bright lights as the woman managed to land a punch on Delilah's face, stunning her again for a few crucial seconds as the chaos rapidly unfolded.
And in that chaos, where the bay door was destroyed and Marcus was clinging for dear life to the front of the jeep that had tried to run him over, Delilah had but one clear thought:
I have no idea what's going on.
Nonetheless, she stumbled to her feet, feebly chasing after the car as it exited the warehouse with a squeal of tires. By the time she made it to the ruined entryway, the car was already most of the way down the street. Frustration suddenly came over her and she bashed what remained of the door with the side of her fist, bringing down the rest of it on her left hand side with a thundering crash. Those mother fuckers took her knife, her Goddamn knife and then ran over her new friend.
“Okay...” she panted, her blue eyes narrowing rapidly as more and more of the situation became clear. “Now I'm mad.”
The sunlight, now glinting out from between the black clouds that had only just stopped spewing rain, caught against the shining metal at her feet. Delilah spared a look down, recognizing the keys to Marcus' bike. She looked back the way the jeep had gone, and without another thought, snagged the keys and hurried over to the bike, tarped and secure only a few feet away.
In only a couple of minutes, Lady was roaring down the road, hot on the trail of the people who had unwittingly (having him attached to the cow catcher was probably not the main reason for trying to run him over) captured her new friend. She was going fast, as fast as she and Marcus had been earlier before they almost crashed the bike. It didn't take her long to find the trail that would lead her too them. All she had to do was follow the blood. Marcus' blood.
They were probably headed to a hide out, maybe where there were more of the scavengers. For that, she had a plan. If they weren't headed to any place in particular and were just looking to get as far away from the scene as possible. Some how, Delilah doubted that, but she had a plan in mind for that too if it panned out.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Jul 21, 2012 15:33:39 GMT -8
Stuck on the hood of the buggy as it screamed back towards the Scavangers HQ out in the wastelands of the Neutral zone, Marcus fought hard against the darkness of unconciousness as he felt his ribs grind and crack from underneath his meaty flesh. Hearing snatches of a long running argument between the surviving two bandits (Excluding the third who was simply knocked out) Marcus managed to catch thier names. It would seem that the woman Delilah was having so much trouble with was named 'Kys' while the driver was known as 'Kemo'.
It would seem that Kys wanted nothing more than to finish Marcus off and go after 'That Fucking Bitch' back at the warehouse. Kemo on the other hand wanted nothing more than to go home after losing so many men. Even if it meant returning empty handed.
"At least I got a nice new knife out of it."
Said Kys. "And if I cant have the bitch, then I have the next best thing to sharpen it on."
Marcus felt more than saw the slender shape loom over him from inside the buggy. Looking up, he caught a gleam of light from Delilahs knife and gritted his teeth. It was his fault she had lost it in the first place. He vowed right then and there he would get it back for her.
"Well, looks like it's time to scrape the roadkill off hmm?" Purred Kys as she leaned forward and took aim at Marcus' wrists, forcing him to let go with his left hand to protect himself, receiving numerous gashes along his forearm as he dangled and swayed dangerously, feet scrambling to find purchase on the pitted metal grill.
Fighting through the pain, Marcus would eventualy lash out like a viper and catch Kys by the wrist and give her a solid yank, pulling her off her feet and nearly out of the buggy if it wasent for her quick thinking, saving herself by wrapping her legs around one of the bars of the buggies rollcage. Fear was in her eyes then as she began to hammer into Marcus' face with her free hand, breaking his nose with an audible crack and sending blood and mucus flying everywhere.
Roaring like an injured bear Marcus' muscles flooded with adrenaline, fueling his body with rage as he released his grip on the buggy and caught Kys' fist before she could slam home another fist into his bleeding face. As she screamed from the strain of having a 210 pound weight on the end of her threatening to pull her in half, Marcus pulled his lips back into a feral smile mere inches from her terrified face before her legs gave out and slipped from the bar they were clinging to.
Falling from the buggy, Marcus managed to make a hail Mary grab for the side of the buggy and managed to catch himself, wrapping an arm tightly around the buggies rollcage.
Kemo began to curse a loud blue streak at Marcus as he fought to keep his attention on both the road and his partner Kys, who had wrapped herself firmly around Marcus' entire right side with a snap arm and leg lock. In a Blind fury, Marcus swung his head around and actualy tried to bite the woman in the face in an instictive need to hurt her, Leaving Kemo to drive up onto the sidewalk in a mad dash attempt to dislodge Marcus by mashing him into streetlights, mailboxes and bus stops.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jul 21, 2012 16:55:36 GMT -8
((OOC: YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG I'VE BEEN ANTICIPATING THIS =,D))
She muttered to herself darkly as she drove, hand cranking the throttle as far as it would go a she engaged in the reckless driving she was once known for. It was srs bzns time for Delilah. When she got her hands on those sons of bitches, she was going to shred their throats with her bare hands and shit in the damn hole.
It seemed Marcus was right when he described Delilah as "a storm cloud of knives and broken glass", but that was neither here nor there (nor of any actual knowledge to Delilah).
The main problem now was that the Jeep was also going full tilt through the roads and creating more obstacles in it's wake. Even at the speed she was going at, she was almost not quite cutting it, what with all the weaving and dodging. Which was only increasing her aggravation.
The blood stains she was following wasn't helping either.
After the FIFTH mailbox she had to swerve to avoid, Delilah let out a cry of frustration and pulled into a side alley. She began catching up rapidly, and through the occasional gaps in the buildings that separated them, she saw that they were nearly side by side.
A wolfish grin split her face ash she found an opening to tear through, bringing her along the drivers side of the vehicle so close that she could feel the heat radiating off the metal of the car. before he could fully register that she was there, Delilah casually reached into the buggy, grabbed Kemo by his hair, and hit reverse on the bike HARD[/B].
If she didn't just tear half of the scalp off his head, this would pull the driver right out of the Jeep as it shot away from them as Lady shot backwards after an unholy squeal of tires. If the man had managed to survive being yanked out of a moving car by his head, Delilah would pause long enough to bring the meat of her fist down hard on the man's chest with all her strength, caving in his thorax. She would discard the body and kick the bike back into first, chasing down the out of control Jeep that was beginning to slow. She caught up in no time, pulling alongside the passengers side where the girl was clinging to Marcus for dear life.
"HOW UNSEEMLY. UNHAND THAT MAN, YOU SLATTERN! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
With a gentle nudge, Delilah guided Lady to swipe the girl's leg that was still dangling on the side of the Jeep, grinding her flesh and bone between both hunks of metal. If either were to look at her in that moment, they would see a psychotic grin plastered on her face as she did this, one that clearly said "I'm gonna kill you and ENJOY IT".[/size]
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Jul 21, 2012 20:18:09 GMT -8
Seeing Kemo be unceremoniously yanked out of the buggy seemed to unhinge Kys somewhat. Realizing that Marcus actualy WAS trying to EAT her FACE in a bout of pure rage, Kys gripped Marcus' shoulders hard and pulled a rather impressive handstand atop of him, nimbly slipping herself back into the buggy before delivering a brutal kick to Marcus' head as he scrambled to jump in after her.
"Fuck, do you ever just...STOP!?!?!?"
She screamed at him, a rising note of Panic in her voice as she grabbed the steering wheel and swerved into the sidewalk yet again.
Having already slammed bodily through various items along the wayside, The man had no intention of repeating the experiance and began to shimmy his way to the back of the Buggy Just as the unconcious man, who's name was Scooter of all things, finally regained conciousness just in time to be pulled up by a VERY irate Kys.
"Grab the wheel, Try to get someone on the radio! I'll take care of that fucking gorilla."
"I RESENT THAT COMPARISON YOU GOD DAMN WHORE!"
Marcus Screamed as Kys lunged forward with Delilahs knife. She was smart to say the least. Instead of comming close and getting in gripes with a VERY pissed off and Dangerous Marcus, she instead danced out of reach as best she could while swiping and stabbing at each and every attempt he made to kick, punch and grab before darting in close and stabbing at his chest while he tried to balance himself.
Bleeding from numerous places, Marcus would begin to shrink away, unable to properly defend himself and growing tired from the multiple lacerations and cracked bones and overexcerted muscles. Seeing her opening, Kys readied her new knife to plunge it through the powerful man's heart.
There she was! Kys never liked to leave a job half done. The bitch had pretty eyes that Kys fancied plucking out.
Was this chick crazy? She had only barely survived the last time they crossed knives!
Looking back at Marcus she slowly began to realize that the two of them WERE crazy! This was supposed to be a simple smash and grab! Where the fuck had these two even come from? She had heard of some pretty scary motherfuckers floating around the wastes and now it looks like she would get some firsthand experiance with them.
Fine by her.
Turning away from Delilah, Kys would grab the Radio reciever and begin calling for help. If any of her fellow Scavangers were around, then those two were going to be in for one hell of a nasty surprise.
Meanwhile Scooter had a nasty surprise for Delilah as he swered into her, hoping to crush her and the bike up against the side of a building at high speed, much to Marcus' dismay.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jul 24, 2012 17:05:04 GMT -8
It was to her immense relief that Kys had turned from Marcus, sparing him a few more seconds at least. This woman had no idea how to use a bowie knife, but a knife is a knife is a knife: there aren't too many ways you can't use one.
She didn't have long to dwell on that, however, as a new driver (the one she had mistaken for a body when she had yanked the driver out of the car earlier) was in the seat and trying to crash into her.
Fortunately for Lady (and Marcus), Delilah was far too 'professional' to allow for any collateral damage (Marcus notwithstanding). As Scooter came by for a swipe at her to shove her into the building, she did two very important things:
1) Pulled the keys out of Lady's ignition and applied the handbrake, allowing her to cartwheel over the handlebars and onto the back of the jeep, minimizing the damage to the bike and maximizing it for the Jeep.
2) Turned on her Qi.
Upon landing, the Qi Delilah had transferred into her fingernails had hardened and lengthened her nails by four inches, creating metallic, needle like protrusions from the ends of her fingers. She would attempt to plunge her index and middle fingers into the left side of Scooter's neck in order to puncture his jugular vein. If this were successful, she would rip her hand free of neck, creating a huge wound in the side of his neck that erupted red gouts of lifes-blood.
If not immediately successful, or should he grab her hand to prevent her from killing him that way, she would instead grab him by the forehead and apply two knee strikes to the back of his head. The first strike, which would sound something like a large piece of wet wood splitting, should be more than enough: the second was just for good measure.
She would reach her leg over into the drivers seat and kick the gear shift into neutral to stop accelerating and gently started pressing on the brake. She turned to Kys, a wide, terrible smile etching her face as she flexed her metal hand. Underneath her seemingly insane appearance, she was wholeheartedly concerned for Marcus, who had taken quite the beating. The thought of this only enraged her further, and her Qi jacked itself up a level. Her entire arm was now covered in the metal all the way up to her shoulder, all protruding little spikes up and down it's length, and if that wasn't enough, calm, pleasant Delilah was officially checked out of her usual station. Her blue eyes were wild with blood lust, her lips stretched into a grin of gleeful malice, her posture that of a born predator let out of it's cage after years of lying in wait.
Without so much as a second thought (or any pre-attack banter), Delilah lunged at Kys in an attempt to tackle her from the Jeep and onto the shredded asphalt that passed for a road, metal hand grasping for the bandit's throat.
If this proved unsuccessful and Kys' dodged, Delilah would roll in mid air and snag the side of the Jeep with her hands, using the momentum from her attempted tackle to swing herself back into the decelerating Jeep. THEN, she would try again.
If Kys tried to lunge at Delilah with the knife (HER knife!!!), she would deliberately block with her metal coated arm. The knife would firmly stick there, robbing Kys of her weapon. Delilah would appear not to notice the welling blood and pain coming from the wound. Then she would throw herself at the bandit, tackling her to the asphalt beneath them and just start wailing on Kys in any way that she could while the Jeep coasted to a stop.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Jul 30, 2012 0:30:07 GMT -8
Marcus let loose a despairing wail as he watched his bike dissapear under a cloud of shrapnel and masonry only to cut it off with a short bark of joy as it reappeared unharmed and parked. As Lilah would latch on beside him, he would give her a respectful nod of his head, blood still running down his face from the punishment he had sustained.
"I thought I told you to stay off that arm!?!"
Suddenly the buggy would lurch. It would seem that Scooter couldn't maintain control after slamming the buggy up against the side of the building he had tried to crush his chopper against. Marcus felt his guts drop as the makeshift jeep lurched, crashed through a flaming scrap pile and suddenly go airborn into a spin, knocking him completely off as he tumbled through the air, landing onto the asphault and knocking the air clean out of him as he rolled along the filth covered ground.
As for the buggy, it's sudden flight was interupted by a massively armor plated bus that suddenly appeared from down the intersecting street and now had a buggy inserted forcefully into the side of it. Scooter was killed on impact, a piece of scrapmetal impaling him through the chest, wedging him into his chair. Kys on the other hand survived, but suffered from a few scratches and bruises after tucking herself in nice and tight under the dashboard. Slipping out, she kicked one of the windows in and slid into the bus, and into the waiting arms of her comrades.
Marcus slowly but surely staggered to his feet, looking around himself to find that he was in an area he didn't recognise. It couldnt be the downtown core, the building werent tall enough. The area seemed abandoned too, with plenty of trash can fires here and there.
'Definatly the neutral zone then. I wonder where Lilah went off to?'
Wiping the blood from his eyes, Marcus put his hands to his shattered nose and with a click and a sharp cry of pain, he set the bone back into place. He took a few stumbling steps towards the wreck of the buggy/bus and paused as he heard the curious sound of metal grinding.
In fact.....Did the buggy just wiggle?
Marcus shook his head to clear it and watched in shock and awe as the buggy slowly began to dislodge itself from the bus like flesh working a splinter out of a wound until finaly the wreck was ejected by a massive impact which sent it bouncing away and past Marcus. From out of a hole that looked as if it was rended open by a large animal came the slow plodding thud of heavy booted feet.
"GRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDGE!"
A bestial sound would bellow from the creatures mouth.
With a wet snuffling sound, the massive thing would sniff the air as the light of the sun fell upon it, revealing a man. Just a very VERY large fat man with arms the width of tree trunks and a face like a pit bull. All underbite and tiny sunken eyes framed by a wild mat of long greasy grey hair. His only clothes were a pair of iron shod boots, a patchwork pair of pants and nothing to cover his hairy sweaty torso but a butchers apron stained with blood and drool and other fluids best left unmentioned. Standing at his full height of 7'3" and weighing at least 400lbs of muscle and girth, the goliath reached back and pulled from behind his impossibly wide back a Stop sign with cinderblocks and scrap metal tied to one end with Razorwire.
Taking a look around himself, the beast would begin to walk forward, allowing a crowd of 10 or so scavangers to spill out from behind him.
The drivers side door would then open, revealing Kys as she walked out of the bus toying with Lilah's knife between her hands. Behind her would walk out a curious middle aged man. At first glance he could be considered unassuming, clad in yellowing canvas pants, a black tactical vest and a fur lined beige leather jacket that went down to his knee's. His face was sharp of features with a thin line for a mouth and a hooked nose, his brown hair cropped short and his eyes a fierce hazel which also scanned the area with an arrogant aloofness as he too stepped off the bus, hands clasping the collar of his heavy vest. Upon observing the carnage around him that was caused by Marcus and Delilah, he would simply utter two simple words.
"Grudge? Kill"
{OOC} And here's some Stats just to keep everything nice and sharpley like. {OOC}
Kys
Str: 35
Dex: 50
Con: 25
Int: 15
Wis: 40
Cha: 20
Grudge
Str: 109
Dex: 35
Con: 90
Int: 5
Wis: 20
Cha:10
Arkham
Str: 60
Dex: 55
Con:45
Int: 35
Wis: 52
Cha: 40
Scavanger Soldier (x12)
Str: 30
Dex: 25
Con: 10
Int: 15
Wis: 10
Cha: 5
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 7, 2012 18:47:09 GMT -8
((Ooc: I APOLOGISE SO HARD FOR THE LATENESS))
"I thought I told you to stay off that arm!?!"
Delilah scarcely heard him (although she made a mental note to reply later), as the next few seconds were wholly dedicated to the skill set drilled into her in days long past, nothing more than a blur of reflexes designed to keep her alive.
As the Jeep crashed into the pile of flaming scraps, Delilah dropped herself down into the seat beside Marcus. Though she was still standing, this was the only thing that prevented a large hunk of metal from hitting her square in the head. As the other pieces quickly flew by them, Delilah tweaked and ducked and dodged around the debris as they broke through it. She bailed to the side just as the Jeep decided to see what flight was like, landing with a shaky thud on three limbs that turned into a sloppy roll to carry her momentum forward. She bumped into the adjacent wall and got to her feet, checking herself for injuries. More road rash, most of her shirt had been torn away (Oh, peachy, now I can distract my opponent with my tits bouncing all over the place. Marvelous.), the right leg of her pants was mostly gone, and the unholy ache in her injured arm demanded a cease of all activity at once.
The crash of the Jeep colliding with an armoured bus of all things drew her attention again, and she started looking around for Marcus. She had heard a pained shout from him a moment ago, but with all the smoke and dust flying around them, it was hard to get a particular bead on him.
“GRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDGE!”[/color]
And then everything went freaking crazy.
She watched with increasing surprise at the sheer number of people converging on their position from the bus, including the behemoth man with a crudely constructed mace and The-Bitch-Who-Took-My-Knife and some weirdo who was very clearly the leader of this group. And if she hadn't already guessed that he was in fact, the leader, the next phrase he uttered would have assured her.
”Grudge? Kill.“
Okay, shit just got real.
She darted back towards the smouldering wreckage of the Jeep, looking for Marcus. She found him quickly, jumped the ruined car and landed beside him, tense, but not taking a stance.
“Marcus,” she spoke softly and calmly. Though she was facing all their opponents, her eyes had drifted sideways to connect with his. “Even with your injuries, you're a helluvalot stronger than I am. If you can handle a knife fighter, get the bitch who took my knife: she's quick, but you're much tougher and stronger than she is. I can handle this bad boy and his buddies. That work for you?”
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