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Post by Marcus Prasad on Sept 8, 2012 14:54:10 GMT -8
{OOC} WHO CARES! YOU'RE BACK! =D {OOC}
"Gives me a chance to get'cher knife back for ya."
Marcus spoke quietly as a grin spread across his face, eyes darting to meet with hers. "Sorry about that by the way."
Marcus was a mess. His thick leather jacket may have protected him from a multitude of light scratches and bruises, but that bitch and her pilfered blade still managed to make mincemeat out of him, leaving him bleeding from a variety of wounds all over his arms, shoulders and chest. The blood loss making his vision swim and his limbs feel uncoordinated. Giving his head a shake, the man psyched himself up and felt the old tingling burn of adrenaline surging his limbs with strength yet again and chasing away the creeping sickness of cold that was seeping through his body.
On a sillier note, the womans praise succseeded in lighting a new fire in the man's gut, and a silly little grin on his face. Cracking his knuckles, the man took a deep breath as Grudge let loose with a bellowing spittle strewn roar and with weapon in hand, began to charge like an angry bull towards the pair.
Without hesitation, Marcus darted forwards to meet the goliaths charge, pushing the sharp pain in his thigh to the back of his mind as he Baseball slid underneath the giants legs, just barely keeping from being trampled underneath. Confused, Grudge skidded almost comicaly as he tried to whirl around and keep from toppling over at the same time, but Marcus was already moving on with a feral grin towards Kys and the rest of the gang.
With a gesture from Arkham, Kys would nod before stepping forward and saunter, yes SAUNTER towards Marcus, making sure to keep all 12 of the scavangers between her and him. In thier minds, Grudge would be more than a match for Delilah
A Simple pincer manouver. Wedge the two fools in Between Grudge and a full block of bodies. Kys would make damn sure that the Bitch and her pet Gorilla would be dead and buried for all the trouble they have caused.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 9, 2012 18:14:40 GMT -8
Delilah watched as Marcus ran off to fight The Bitch, smiling lightly to herself. It was good of her to find such a skilled fighter: Marcus was a great ally and had a good heart. She just hoped that this fight wouldn't be the end of that. She wouldn't forgive herself if it was.
She turned her attention quickly back to Grudge and the smile fell from her lips. Her mind raced as the behemoth regained his balance and the group of people started to close in: this was going to be brutal for sure, given her injuries. Her normal tactics just weren't going to cut it this time, not with these numbers. If there was ever a time to resort to a sneakier way of fighting, it was now. She'd let them do all the work for her.
But she would need a boost. A big one.
"Here we go."[[OOC: Qi Activated: Level - Tungsten (Dangerous)Stats:Str: 35 + 17 = 52(Off.) Dex: 45 + 3 = 48(Off.) Con: 40 + 20 = 60(Def.) Int: 44 - 7 = 37 Wis: 13 Cha: 20 - 10 = 10 Dangerous Qi Level Stats plus items: C.F. Enforcer BadgeStr: 52 + 2 = 54 Dex: 48 + 2 = 50 Con: 60 + 4 = 64 Int: 37 + 4 = 41 Wis: 13+ 2 = 15 Cha: 10 + 4 = 14 In two posts, -%10 penalties will be taken to Strength and Constitution Qi is currently a mix of Offensive and Defensive, although it is primarily Offensive.]]
She could only hope he'd take the bait and swing that giant mace at her...
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Sept 10, 2012 18:16:56 GMT -8
Marcus' mouth split into a feral toothy smile as he closed in on Kys' battle line. His body began to vibrate as that familier feeling of unchained aggression begged for a target to unleash itself on. Instead of attacking the first person he could get his hands on, Marcus opted to simply cannonball into the entire group, taking one of the scavangers with him as he broke completely through the line and finished it by hoisting the poor scavanger over his head and slamming him down to the earth with a vicious power bomb. Marcus was a damn fine striker, but wrestling was the first style he had ever learned and it made him increadibly dangerous.
One down, a few more to go and now he had a clear line to Kys, who lost the arrogant smile and squated down into a decent knife fighters stance. Marcus chose to circle her warily, knowing full well how dangerous Delilahs wicked knife made her. After taking a moment to size each other up, Kys struck without warning, rushing in low to slice at Marcus' knee's and ankles, only to have the man dance nimbly around her, bouncing off the balls of his feet before he forced her back after trying to crush her knife arm with a boot stomp, following up with a roundhouse kick that just about connected. Kys gritted her teeth as she felt the woosh of air as the mans foot flew inches from her head.
As the other scavangers began to pick themselves up, they suddenly found themselves assaulted by Delilah, who immediatly dropped another of thier number with a knee to the gut. Still embolded by thier numbers, they prepared to pounce on her all at once when along came Grudge, causing the scavangers to then realize that they REALLY didn't want to get in the way of thier big giant friend and so scrambled back and away as the now FURIOUS giant stormed his way up to Delilah and expressed his disatisfaction with her knifework upon him with an overhead swing of his makeshift warhammer, hoping to paste the beauty into red jelly.
{OOC} Two Scavanger Soliders down. 10 Remaining. Grudge, Arkham and Kys remain. {OOC}
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 10, 2012 19:01:13 GMT -8
In reality, she couldn't have hoped for a better wild swing from the giant man. As the men around her tried to flee from the giants rage, she took a few steps back to keep up with them, just as Grudge smashed his weapon into the fringe of the group with an earth shaking crash, sending chunks of concrete and screams from his slower comrades up into the air.
There was a flicker in the air above the chaos a split second later, and Delilah's lower limbs were hovering at around Grudge's eye level. That little glimpse would be all he got of the mechanics super powered jump as she used the momentum from her jump to kick the giant in the head with her shin, a kick aimed for his temple. The kick was designed to hurt, to stun him and rattle him, but for a man his size, it likely wouldn't be lethal. A metallic clang would be heard if the attack connected, as though she had slugged him with a steel girder upside the head. There would be another flicker of speed as she landed amongst the group that had been reduced by four, grasping a man by the front of his shirt and pulling him towards her. Her free hand dove into the space just underneath the man's jaw and quickly made a fist, grabbing him around his trachea. With a heave that followed the momentum she had pulled him with, she hauled him back into some of the men behind her, bowling them over at the same time as a kink formed in his trachea, collapsing one lung and over inflating the other. The man would suffocate painfully in a matter of moments.
With a bestial growl, Delilah charged toward the man on her left, ducking his panicked roundhouse swing and tackling him full on in the stomach. Instead of hanging on and dragging herself down to the ground with him, she vaulted over him and rolled to her feet, where she proceeded to throw another baseball-bat kick at the shin of one of the men near him, in an attempt to break his leg with her increased strength and speed. This would be quickly followed by a swift back-kick to the man with the crow-bar behind her, aimed for his head but instead catching him in the chest.
None of her attacks thus far had really been designed to be lethal (although a couple doubtless were). If anyone watched closely, they would see that Delilah was in fact not trying hard to kill any of her opponents at all, but rather subdue or stun them long enough to be in the way of Grudge's next swing as she fought in the middle of the group.
And here came the big man now...
[[OOC:
Tungsten level (Dangerous) Qi will start dealing -10% penalties to Delilah's Strength and Constitution stats next post!
Qi has been shifted from hands! Qi currently coats Delilah's shins with a silvery sheen down to the bone! Maximum Protection! Qi is a combination of defensive and offensive!
Stats remain as stated in last post]]
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Sept 12, 2012 18:35:43 GMT -8
Grudge howled from pain as a dull metal smack echoed through the street. His attempt to reach out and catch this annoying little wasp proved insufficient, his sweaty iron rending fingers closing in on nothing but empty air. Snarling in frustration, his piggish eyes narrowed on his target as she burst once again into the gaggle of scavangers, a hurricane of pain as the men and women fell under her blows. Delilahs tactic to use Grudge himself as a weapon was clever to be sure, but unfortunatly suffered from one fatal flaw. Grudge had been a member of this particular gang of killers, thieves and rapists since they had found him burried under the butchers shop of which he had worked, craddling the body of a young dead girl in his arms.
They knew he was slow. They knew he was dumb. They DAMN well knew he was strong. So long had he been a member of the family.
They knew how to beat this girl. This freakish woman with the metal arms. Suddenly every scavanger still standing began launching themselves at Delilah, trying to weigh her down and pull her to the ground. Soon the young woman would have dozens of hands grasping for her, pulling at her clothes and gripping around her limbs as the half dead injured crawled on thier bellies and wrapped themselves around her metalic ankles and shins. Thier plan was simple. Hold her in place and let Grudge get his hands on her!
If thier ploy was sucessful, Grudge would advance on his new prey like a massive predator to a cornered animal.
"Soft skin........Pretty Skin........Tasty skin!"
He began to chant to himself. His voice having all the consistancy of a cement mixer.
"Gunna.....Gunna Tenderize. Gonna Peel the tasty skin and cook. COOK!"
His beefy fist would then clench like a vice around Delilah's Torso before lifting her off the ground and slamming her back down into it. Spit and maniacal laughter spewing from the deranged mans crooked mouth.
If not? Well then Grudge would just do what grudge did best. Smash everything to paste with his Lovely lovely Hammer. Arkham gave the giant that hammer himself! It was Grudges favorite weapon so it was!
{OOC} Five Healthy Scavangers remain, Three wounded. Eight Remaining in total. Lemme know if theres any discrepancies ^_^{OOC}
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 12, 2012 19:48:55 GMT -8
((OOC: No discrepancies I can think of. UNLESS YOU COUNT NOT WRITING WHERE MARCUS IS AT WITH HIS FIGHT xD
Strength and Consititution taking -10% deductions!
Stats as of this post:
Str: 54 - 10% (5.4) = 48
Dex: 50
Con: 64 - 10% (6.4) = 57
Int: 41
Wis: 15
Cha: 14
))
In the powerful haze of her anger, Delilah realized too late what the group of assailants was trying to do. She simply fought the still standing attackers keeping them at bay...at least until her legs were locked in place by the people she had only half killed.
Panic tore through her as the rest of the group bore down on her. Letting loose an animalistic cry, she lashed out at one of the men around her legs, denting his head in and he fell for the final time. She struggled against her bonds as Grudge lumbered closer, but every time she pulled one limb free, another was reinforced. She was stuck. Furiously, she lashed out at her opponents, taking down one more standing man with a well placed strike to his jugular vein (cutting off the blood flow to the brain) and one more of the half-dead men by stomping on his head repeatedly, but it was too little too late. Her strength was draining and she was starting to slow: her Qi was coming to it's limit.
She couldn't even register the words he spoke, and before she knew it, she was grasped in his gigantic hand.
[[OOC: QI SHIFT]]
In his hand, the metal that coated her limbs shifted to cover 77% of her body: mostly around her vital areas, such as her neck and head, organs and joints. From each of these places, an abrupt jut of metal formed, stabbing into Grudge's hand.
And then she was slammed onto the ground and her world went black.
[[OOC: QI Deactivated by being stunned. Stats become as follows.
Str: 37
Dex: 47
Con: 44
Int: 41 (remains due to current enraged state)
Wis: 15
Cha: 14 (remains until after the battle)]]
The moment her body hit the ground it would be obvious: the initial impact was heralded by a clatter of metal striking the ground and a scream of pain. The jutting parts of her QI had broken off and the strange silvery sheen receeded back into her skin, reducing what remained of her shirt to shreds (thank goodness for bras). Her eyes batted open and light flickered before her eyes woozily. She heard voices above her, something that sounded like cheering. In her daze, she hardly recognized it.
Then, in the very moment the majority of her vision returned her her, she saw a man hovering over precariously. Her eyes snapped open and naked fear was plain on her face.
“RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH!!!!”[/B][/SIZE][/color]
The man actually standing over her had simply been about to put a knife in the bitch's heart and end then and there, but though it was misinterpreted by Delilah it was no less serious. She had seen the memory and the memory triggered that part of herself that Must-Be-Tamed. The enraged scream echoed loudly and the man stumbled back with a cry. In her furious panic, she was on her feet in a blink, oblivious to her bleeding limbs. She punched the man in the face with all her strength, hitting him in the orbital bone and breaking it. Depressurized, his eye lolledout of it's socket and he started to scream: a swift elbow strike from the same arm silenced it forever.
Taking the man's shitty knife from his dying grip, she whipped her body one hundred and eighty degrees and launched it into the nearest man. The weapon stuck in his eye and quivered there and he collapsed, lifeless.
A man grabbed her from behind, latching onto her in a bear hug around her chest. She shouted in frustration and threw her head back, kicking her legs out as the remaining members of the group rushed her to try and finish her off. The man ducked his head to the side and Delilah's head bounced off his shoulder. She turned her head, sinking her teeth into the side of his neck and simply ripping a good sized chunk of flesh free. The man screamed, releasing her and grabbing the wound in his neck. She spat out the bloody flesh and launched herself at the man trying to stab her, grabbing him around his knife arm and bracing it across her chest in an arm bar, opening up his chest. Her free arm arced downwards, the meat of her fist connecting with the top left hand part of his chest with a loud crack of breaking bone. The man's broken ribs stabbed into his lungs and he garbled blood and he too, fell.
She turned back to Grudge and roared her displeasure at him, the considerable muscle cording her body standing out and pulsing in her anger. She was feral now, little more than the demonic smile that twisted her face. The only trace of Delilah at the moment was running down Delilah's face from her eyes in hot rivulets she was unable to notice.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Sept 13, 2012 20:56:47 GMT -8
"Looks like you're girlfriend is in trouble. Grudge never was gentle with his toys you know."
Kys had been letting loose with a torrent of taunts as she put Marcus back to a corner. On a normal day Marcus would have torn the girl limb from limb already, but with multiple bleeding wounds slowing him down, he knew he only had one chance to take Kys out while she still had Delilahs knife. The woman leered behind her goggles as she continued to advance on Marcus, her face a fountain of blood from the rapid fire jabs he kept periodicaly throwing her way.
"Ya know what, if you spent more time fighting and less time running your mouth, you might still have some pretty left on your face sweetheart." Marcus fired back wearily with a wink as Kys danced around him again. At first she was satisfied with dancing in and out of his reach, bleeding him out slowly. It wasen't until she began to realize that Marcus wasent going anywhere anytime soon that she began to grow more aggressive.
"And she's NOT my girlfriend."
The taunts weren't helping much either.
Marcus' shoes were leaving bloody prints on the ground as his shoulders began to sag. Noticing this, Kys grinned as she closed in for what she thought would be the kill. Your average thug would have been dead meat by this point, but thankfully Marcus was nowhere near average. Seeing her opening, Kys darted in one last time, mouth twisted into a feral grin as she envisioned envisioned how easily the blade would sink deep into his heart. bathing it with Marcus' blood.
Instead she found herself stopped cold with a look of shock on her face that slowly morphed into the panicked look of fear. It would seem that Marcus was playing possam, exagerating his injuries to lull Kys into getting close enough for his arms to lash out like a pair of vipers that would clamp around her wrist and throat.
"Smarter than your average bear you fucking cunt!"
Marcus hissed almost intimately in her ear as he slowly bent her arm back until he heard the pop of her shoulder dislocating. After Delilah's knife clattered to the ground, He slipped it behind himself with a sweep of his foot. The only sound he could hear was the pathetic gurgling that came from her tortured mouth. Kys' eyes were flung wide. She couldnt even kick herself away since Marcus had bent her back, making it next to impossible for her to do anything but stand there and stare death in the face.
"Normally I wouldn't drag this out like this. But for you buttercup? For you I would gladly make an exception"
Forcing Kys to her knees, Marcus crushed the womans wrist into powder in his powerful hand before digging his fingers into the meat of her throat, ripping it out slowly in a bloody mess. Tossing the chunk of flesh aside, he would scoop up Delilahs knife and glared up at Arkham.
"You could have stopped me you know."
The man just looked down at Marcus with passionless reptilian eyes.
"Why? This was her punishment. I couldnt very well have her lead you two to our camp now can I? Especialy after fucking up a simple raid like this so spectacularly. No, once Grudge is done with your.....friend, Him and I will take our leave."
Marcus' eyes narrowed into slits.
"Oh really now? And what if I get it in my head that you aren't going anywhere?"
The man simply laughed which wasent at ALL the reaction Marcus was hoping for. It was an icey cold laugh full of cruelty and malice.
"My friend, you are in no position to stop me."
Meanwhile Grudge was left staring in confusion as the little dolly he had smashed got back onto her feet. This was well and Beyond Grudges fractured little mind. He had smashed plenty of things in his life and the one certain truth that had kept his little brain happy was the notion that anything he smashed, STAYED smashed. So instead of attacking, he simply stood there dumbfounded as the little metal dolly killed off and scattered the rest of the little boys and girls. Not that he cared too much anyway. Left flatfooted, he actualy flinched as Delilah roared at him. Ashamed at being startled by something so small, Grudge Roared back, sending a stench of rotting meat and spittle all over the young woman before he Raised his makeshift hammer high and sent it plummeting down to crush this little toy once and for all. Barely even noticing the blood that ran down his one hand.
{OOC} Kys confirmed dead. Remaining scavanger soldiers either dead or running. Only Grudge and Arkham remain.{OOC}
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 16, 2012 18:46:29 GMT -8
The big man swung his giant warhammer/mace thing down towards her with an angry roar. She hadn't even noticed the reeking spittle and rotting fragments of Grudge's last meal rain over her; she was far too preoccupied with the predicament that lay before her.
Even though her rage was still acute and blocked any real strategy from forming in Delilah's mind, there was one basic quandry she had to deal with. Grudge was at least three times her size and at LEAST three times stronger than she was. There was no physical way that she could hit him harder than he could hit her and expect a feasible result.
And so, she was only left with one option.
The hammer arced downward and Delilah sprinted back a few paces, just outside of the big man's reach. Snarling, she led him to throw another swing at the girl. She repeated the process, retreating a short ways just as the man became committed to his strike and taunting him. After the third repeat of this process, she had lead herself backwards, pinned against the ruined wall of a partially destroyed skyscraper.
[ooc: yaaay xin physics]
She turned from her opponent at this moment, unleashing one punch at her full strength on the wall of the building. A loud crack was heard, as well as an unhealthy groan. Not quite enough. She glanced over her shoulder: Grudge was gearing up for another huge swing, grinning as he prepared to finish her for good this time. She whipped back around and let out the full force of her fury into another punch on the wall. It cracked again and the building shifted slightly, but otherwise didn't budge.
That was fine. She had done what she needed to.
Grudge swept the hammer down in another heavy downwards arc, this one his strongest effort yet to reduce the young woman to paste. Unable to go backward, Delilah leapt to the side in a last ditch effort to escape the blow, but it was close: one of the barbed wires that tied the weight to the end of the stop sign bit deep into her calf and tore a large gouge in her right leg, as a result botching her roll and making her fall on her face.
Behind her, the blow from the hammer against the ground so close to the unstable building was the final straw. With a crack, the cement holding the steel in place gave way and the building began it's descent forward, onto Grudge and Delilah.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Sept 17, 2012 20:04:51 GMT -8
"Well, this has all been a barrel of laughs, but if you don't mind Mr. Tall Dark and Creepy, I have a knife to return to yonder maiden fair. Then it's on to kicking your domesticated Yeti's ass before I move on to you."
Which honestly would have looked and sounded FAR more threatening had Marcus not been on the verge of bleeding out, only really continuing to stand through sheer force of will. Worse part was how Arkham knew how badly he was bluffing and so only chuckled to himself as Marcus began to turn towards the half naked woman fighting the obviously half giant man, only to have Arkham suddenly be standing in his way with one palm outstretched, resting almost lazily against Marcus' chest.
"Trust me Marcus. It would be a shame to have to kill you before you get a chance to see you're cute little friend become just another notch on Grudges ham-"
Whatever well written threat or another Arkham had been saying was suddenly lost as one triumphant smash made the ground shake, causing both men to suddenly turn towards the source just in time to watch as the building Delilah and Grudge had been fighting under suddenly sag, partialy collapse in onto itself and then Slide outwards, dumping roughly hundreds of tons of masonry down upon both thier heads.
Pure shock held Marcus still as Arkham, back turned to him, clicked his tongue within his mouth and sighed.
"Well, thats definatly going to set me back."
He said casualy as one would react to dinner not quite comming out right.
"Still, kudos to her. I've never seen anyone think to drop an entire building on him before."
Hearing his callous words, Shock would soon give way to fury as Marcus lunged at Arkham with a snarl, hoping to grab hold of him from behind, reach around with Delilah's blade and plunge it straight into the mans heart, only to suddenly have the air escape explosively from his lungs as he caught an elbow to the chest for his troubles.
Winded, Marcus would stagger back. Instict would scream at him to cover up his head with his arms just as Arkham unleashed a horrendous flurry of blows with as much skill and technique as any professional boxer. Soon Marcus and Arkham would be trading explosive blows, ducking and weaving around each other. Shot for shot Marcus was having trouble keeping up and soon his left eye would be swollen shut from Arkhams skilled jabs. It wasen't until Marcus decided to switch things up that he managed to gain an advantage, catching Arkham off guard with an elbow strike just after taking a solid blow to his cheekbone, using the momentum to come around and attack without hesitation or windup.
Marcus was just about to hit his stride when Arkham suddenly deked around him and dropped him square with a fist to Marcus' kidney. Collapsing to the ground with a cry, Marcus could only watch as Arkham began to slowly walk towards the dust choked rubble pile that had once been where his new friend had stood. Of Grudge, there was no sign.
"As I said boy. You are in no shape to stop me." He said mockingly, wiping away at the blood that leaked from his brow where Marcus' eblow had torn at the skin.
{OOC} Gonna leave it entirely up to you how Delilah survives that one. Have fun ^_^ {OOC}
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 18, 2012 18:43:09 GMT -8
When Delilah opened her eyes roughly two minutes after the building collapsed, she found herself encased in mortar and cement and found herself once again in her right mind. She had been lucky: the building had caved in just such a way that it left a dome of debris hanging perilously above her in a little pocket. Still, a few chunks of concrete had fallen on her, part of the reason she had fallen unconscious (and was now, she discovered as she touched the aching side of her head, bleeding quite profusely) and squirmed out from underneath a large T-beam.
There wasn't even enough space for her to crawl between, so she remained flat on her back. Slowly, with a groan every time her battered body moved, she scooted her way backwards until her head bumped against a hunk of stone. Mostly assured of her barriers, she tried to formulate a way out. There was no way of telling how deep the pile of rubble above her was, or of what might be hovering above her (for all she knew there could very well be a chunk of rebar waiting to plunge into her abdomen as soon as something shifted).
She thought for a moment. And then another. A couple more minutes passed before her patience (and lack of clean air) started to come to an end.
"Fuck it."
Repositioning herself so that her legs faced the wall she had bumped her head against, she wound up, drawing her legs as close to her chest as possible. She fired off a kick, not her strongest, but enough that the wall against her shifted slightly. Delilah flinched as dust cascaded down from above her. Her heart hammered against her chest; it was likely that one more hit would bring the whole thing down on her head.
It was that or stay and potentially rot. The choice was clear.
Drawing up her legs again, she lashed out as hard as she could, positioning her arms behind her head to propel her forwards somewhat. The large hunk of concrete serving as part of her wall broke away and her legs shot through. She pushed off with her hands again and slid the rest of her through the hole in the wall just as the large pile of debris collapsed a second time, sending up a shower of dust and small hunks of stone.
Coughing and covered in white dust, she whipped her head around. There was a man walking towards the pile a little off to her left...the man who was the leader of this group. But where was Marcus?
She turned her head again and saw him lying roughly a hundred yards away, blanching at the sight of him. All that blood... "Marcus!!"
Delilah jumped to her feet to rush to his side, but prudence stopped her right before she hit her stride, realizing there was still an enemy present. She snatched up a five foot hunk of rebar and held it in her tired, bleeding hands, her eyes and face hard. Instead of attacking him, though, she continued to face him, skirting sideways slowly back towards Marcus, keeping her eyes on Arkham all the while. The message was clear: Leave me to tend to my friend. If you try to stop me, I will beat your brains in and make you sorry you were ever a puddle between your mother's legs.
She wasn't too far from Marcus now, but she didn't take anything to chance.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Sept 22, 2012 0:48:09 GMT -8
{OOC} MOOD SWITCH = NEW THEME! www.listenonrepeat.com/watch/?v=NhOu4iLQPKU {OOC} "Grudge?"Completely ignoring Delilah, Arkham had approached the spot where Grudge had stood before, now replaced by a massive mound of masonry. After a few minutes of quiet, Arkham sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, a slight tic of impatience marring his unexpressive face. "Grudge, Now!" After another moment of silence, it would be as if the entire earth had answered as a small mountain groaned and rose from the mound, shaking off the debris as he mewled and whined like an injured child. Most of Grudges body was caked with white dust streaked with trails of red blood. "Back to the bus now Grudge and stop you're sniveling, we can always make you a new hammer." Grudge complied, albeit loudly lamenting the loss of his favorite weapon and it appeared that Arkham was about to follow when he stopped and turned towards Delilah with a start, as if he had just realized that she did indeed excist after all. His cold unfeeling eyes locked onto hers as his lips pulled back into a sneer. "Now isn't this just adorable. The Little kitten thinks to bear her fangs at me?With a smirk, he brought his hands out low with palms out, clearly a challenge to Delilah as he began to move closer towards her, stepping in between her and Marcus, who could only groan in pain as he flopped and shifted on the ground, trying hard to pull himself up into a kneeling position. "Well then, let us see how sharp this kittens claws and fangs are shall we?" {OOC} Sorry that took awhile. And that it's short. {OOC} |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 23, 2012 18:40:00 GMT -8
((OOC: Ooooh, nice pick!))
Delilah blinked in shock as Grudge rose out of the rubble, not unharmed but certainly not as dead as she had intended BY DROPPING A BUILDING ON HIM. She glowered and set her stance a little more firmly as she walked around the two to get to Marcus, but before she could reach him, the man finally turned towards her, as if just noticing her for the first time, and moved between them.
"Now isn't this just adorable. The Little kitten thinks to bear her fangs at me?
Kitten? She gripped the rebar in her hands a little more tightly.
"Well then, let us see how sharp this kittens claws and fangs are shall we?"
She raised a slight eyebrow at the challenge, her anger still at a rolling boil deep in the pit of her stomach. Her whole body was tense with the desire to attack.
Her eyes flicked slightly downwards towards Marcus, and back up to Arkham. Even if Delilah had been in peak condition, this would have been a tough fight. Right now, while better off than Marcus, this was a fight she would certainly lose. To Delilah, this wouldn't normally matter: dying in the middle of a fight was very likely how she would end her life. But this moment was different. She was responsible for Marcus' life as well as her own..if she died, or was too injured to retreat to safety, who knew what might become of him?
"Some big man you are," she replied, her voice low and husky. "Goading an injured woman to attack you when you have that brute at your beck and call and while your men lie dead around you. You're a tyrant and a coward. It would be a pleasure to show you my teeth."
She took two quick steps towards him, raising her weapon. She took a weird step with her injured leg and appeared to falter for a moment. Two curious little balls fell out of her bra and Delilah snagged them quickly with her hand and dashed them against the ground.
The smoke bombs were rudimentary to say the least: they were constructed out of powered chilies and the finest silt that the destroyed concrete could offer as well, shelled in pieces of plastic grocery bags until they were filled to bursting. They were prototypes, but they were no less effective at concealing movement in the clouds of silt, clogging the eyes and lungs (helped along of course, by the stinging the chilies brought) and over all being immensely irritating.
Closing her eyes as soon as the "smoke" burst forth and shrouded the area, Delilah pitched a rock to the right (to draw attention that way) and padded in surprising silence past Arkham on his left, far out of his arms reach. Marcus' pained breathing helped her find him quickly. With desperate strength, she dropped to a knee and hauled him onto her back piggy back style, something that made her smile with memory. Her leg and shoulder twinged, but she had dealt with worse: She wouldn't be able to do it forever, but she would be able to carry Marcus to safety at least.
Within seconds of dropping the smoke bombs, she would sprinting away from the crash and into a nearby alley with the aim of disappearing until her injuries finally gave out on her.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Sept 27, 2012 18:37:48 GMT -8
Too late did Arkham realize the curious spheres true purpose. The man leapt back with an arm holding a corner of his jacket collar to his mouth. Already he could feel his eyes stinging as he began to cough and retch. "Clever girl." Was all he said as he stepped away from the smoke, his cold eyes scanning the area as he waved away the irritating gas. He paid the clacks and tinks from within the cloud no mind as he turned his attention to his primary interest only to sigh as he found that Marcus' body was gone with a trail of crimson blood leading off into an alleyway. His mouth remained neutral but his eyes lit up with malicious intent. "But not clever enough." Turning on his heels, he walked unhurriedly towards the bus, catching the drivers attention with a sharp hand gesture. "Gather the best of our brothers and sisters together and have them comb every square inch of the area. I want those two found and dealt with immediatly." The driver nodded, looked back at grudge who was sulking in the back of the bus. "And what about us boss?" "What about us? I've seen all I've came to see and what I've seen has lead me to believe that they are of little to no consiquence to me. Now take us back home and hopefully the next time we decide to blood ourselves some new meat, we will gain more than a few handful of recruits. This batch perfomed absolutely abysmally." Meanwhile Well wasen't this just absolutly embaressing. Marcus couldnt even remember the last time he had been hit in the kidneys, which were screaming in agony by the way, sending his back into spasms everytime he tried to flex the muscles surrounding the injured area. Which had the unfortunate complication of making it extremly hard to stand, let alone walk. So once again he found himself slung over the shoulders of his new friend and (ally by the looks of it). He was about to bring his hand up to wipe blood and sweat from his brow when he startled himself with a tiny glint of steel in his eyes. That's right! he still had Delilah's Knife! With an expert flick of his wrist, Marcus pinched the bladed end between his thumb and the crook of his index finger before holding it up before Delilah, flashing her a lop sided smile. "Told you I'd get it for you." |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 2, 2012 15:18:52 GMT -8
Her feet slapped the pavement hard as she ran, her breath coming out in pained gasps every couple of steps. She was starting to slow down and develop a limp; a frustrating concept since she had only made it about eight blocks running full tilt. The LAST time she had someone on her back, she was also carrying another man in her arms and had just been electrocuted. Then, she walked for three miles back to her place. In comparison, this was pathetic.
Well, I did just get a building dropped on my head...
….which you did to yourself.
SHUT UP.[/i]
She cursed at herself as she ran, trying to ignore the pain coming out of her right leg and the slight dizziness she was experiencing from what was surely a moderate concussion and light blood loss. Something passed over her field of vision on her right and she blinked, unable to register it for a moment. Sure was shiny, though...[/size]
“Told you I'd get it for you.”
A surprised laugh escaped her. She hadn't even felt Marcus stir, and here he was, giving her back her knife as though he hadn't just been sliced to ribbons by it. In all honesty, she was touched. She turned her head and returned his smile with one of her own.
“I'm happier knowing you're still kicking, but thank you,” she huffed, slowing down to a walk., her limp becoming much more pronounced. A short distance away was one of the newer Toyota models, tardis or matrix or whatever they called them. In the haze of her pain, she didn't care what it was, only that it was mostly undamaged, and this one still had all its tires. Now to see if it ran.
She took her knife from him gratefully and let him down gently so that he could prop himself up against the car if he needed to. Briskly, she walked around the car, trying the doors. Locked. Undaunted, she went back over to the drivers side window and flipped her knife in her palm so that the blade was against her arm. She pinched the butt of the knife between her forefinger and thumb and tapped it smartly against the window a few times. A network of spidery cracks quickly formed in the glass. With a satisfied nod, she pulled her arm back and thrust the handle of her knife at the window.
The center of the window collapsed with a loud shatter and a stuttering wail began to sound. The alarm! The battery was still working, but it was clearly close to running out of juice.
Sheathing her knife, Delilah slipped her hand through the hole in the window and popped the lock before slipping quickly inside the car. There would be a few seconds worth of fiddling and cracking of plastic as she pried open the panel beneath the steering wheel before the alarm stopped. The mechanic in her lamented at the lack of finesse she was using to get this job done, but she needed to be fast, and fast usually wasn't pretty. She fiddled a couple moments more as she hot-wired the car and pulled a zip tie out of her pocket. She slid it into the ignition and tried to turn it. It didn't budge. With a sigh, she ripped the twist-tie free which would destroy the pins, and slipped it back in. With the pins rendered ineffective, the car accepted the blank 'key'. After ten or eleven tries, the underused engine finally turned over with an unhealthy cough.
She grinned her triumph, but the victory was short lived. The whole endeavour had only taken a scant four minutes, but already she was starting to hear the sounds of pursuit: voices in the distance. Quickly, she checked the car's vitals displayed on the dash board in front of her: Oil was on the low side, antifreeze was empty but this was California so that didn't really matter, battery was low (as was to be expected), and fuel...
“Fuuuuuuck.”
Damn near empty. Probably siphoned months ago. They'd be lucky to make it half a mile.
She sighed and slipped out of the car with the aim to help Marcus into the front passenger seat, taking care to open the door for him. “Come my dear, your chariot awaits.” She said it jokingly, but her face belied her worry: Her new friend wasn't exactly in the best of straits and with the voices getting closer, she was worried that things wouldn't go so well for them if they got caught up in another fight. If Marcus tried to protest, she would simply ignore him and force him into the passenger seat of the car and close it before vaulting over the hood and getting in on the drivers side, wincing as she landed. She'd put the car in drive and start down the road, her foot depressing the pedal until they were zooming through the streets. Her racing background would certainly came in handy with all the obstacles in their path, as she took several sharp turns, jumped curbs and squeezed through alleys at high speed.
“We've got to get you to a safe house,” Delilah would say conversationally as she sped through a back alley so narrow that sparks ignited in the space between the walls and the chassis, the side mirrors now long gone. “There's one nearby, but we're running on fumes, so we might have to hoof it for a bit. I need you to stay awake, okay?” She would take a sidelong glance at him, noting the blood that stained his clothes, her brow furrowing.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 5, 2012 22:47:43 GMT -8
" I need you to stay awake, okay?”
Marcus jerked at the sound of her voice as if he had just been woken up. Shit, he did just black out didn't he? For a moment he franticaly looked about himself before calming down as some of the pieces started to slip into place. Last thing he remembered was Lilah's smile when he gave her back her knife. Then it was if he had blinked very slowly before finding himself in a car for some reason.
"Lady......"
He mewled groggily.
"Where's........bike. My.....bike. What happened to my bike?!"
Slowly he was growing more lucid, and when his brain wasent keeping up fast enough, he would wind up and slap himself hard, clearing his addled mind just alittle bit.
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