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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jun 22, 2012 16:18:14 GMT -8
She watched him with her head tilted at ever so slight an angle as he took the file from her. He was very good at keeping his face a mask, but the upward twitch of his lips and his unwillingness to read the file in front of her made her sure the man was uneasy of her.
It made sense, of course, but it also made her a little sad. Her helpfulness and goodwill was wholly her own and that it would be treated with suspicion was no surprise: the world did not operate on altruism. But it always made her a little world weary to have her honesty met with mistrust.
Still, it wasn't like he owed her anything: their meeting had been by chance and he had every right to be leery, especially of anyone who attacks you with a knife drawn then shakes your hand in the next instant. All in all, she was unfazed by it. And he was still treating her kindly, too, so there was no real problem.
“And speaking of stories, what about your's? How did you come to work for Kiyoshi and the crows?”
She folded her arms across her chest and leaned back a little with a pensive sigh, nodding slightly. So she asked about him and now he wanted to know about her. Fair enough.
“Well, I've been working for Militia since high school, as you're probably aware. Despite a couple of setbacks that involved me being carted off to jail and to the mental hospital, I've always worked for 'Unfettered'. When they broke me out of the hospital, it would have been business as usual had I not been pregnant.
“So, for the last three or four years, I was working for Militia as an auxiliary member, building and souping up vehicles and importing things others couldn't get their hands on. After I sold my father's company to the shareholders, I also funded a vast portion of their weapons procurement. The group was officially disbanded, but the ideal still remained, and Barker was still out there. We were preparing for his next step. As time went on and Militia became a subset of Crows, I started doing the same things for them, too. But I was still on the sidelines.
“Then Barker attacked the school with an army. We knew it was coming, that he had something big planned. It was a distraction to keep us all from finding out the truth before it was too late. Then the bombs fell.”
She exhaled deeply, a small frown tugging at the corners of her lips. “I was told to stay out of that fight. I helped as much as I could but it still wasn't enough. I had to protect my son, and I barely managed to do that.
“A missile exploded just outside our house. I had a reinforced concrete basement, but I never thought I'd use it. I'm glad I did. There were a lot of looters, a lot of panicking people, a lot of soldiers. So many dead. I brought him to the Crows' base as fast as I could, just after we took it back from Barker. I've been working for them ever since.”
She spread her hands as if to say “I've got nothin'”. “Does that answer your question?” Delilah looked up sharply as lighting speared the sky and thundered overhead. “Maybe we should bring our friends inside, mm?”
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Post by David B. on Jun 22, 2012 17:27:36 GMT -8
He watched her lean back, and begin telling her tale. It sounded like she had quite a couple of years, having gone from a high school female to one of the leading Crows working out of California. David was impressed to learn that she had a child, though a little curious as to who the father was. Still, as long as she was happy, he wouldn't bring it up for fear of his death in the bombing. After she finished, she suggested they bring inside their companions.
He gave her a nod and a half shoulder shrug.
"We might as well."
He took out his radio and spoke into it.
"Come on in."
Out of the shadows of the room, moving downward, creaking and groaning could be heard. With a dull but quiet thud, August landed not twelve feet away from them, putting a large, slightly rusted knife, around 8 inches of blade from tip to hilt, back in its sheath under his left pant leg. A little shorter than David, August had an infectious smile and bright red hair. Though he seemed like someone who was soft hearted, he had tightened muscles and calused hands, with a gleam in his eyes that spoke of a violent past, and a willingness to repeat it if necessary. Behind him, coming in from out of the rain, was the girl he was talking to earlier. She had a hood up, and caried a morning-star like weapon, which was actually a metal pipe with a softball on the end, nails sticking out of it. She had simple jeans on, long black hair and piercing eyes. Short, and far more coiled than August, Youichi had a look about her that said "Make a move, and not only will i kill you- i'll go home, eat supper and dream sweet afterward, not a care in the world."
"This is the one i spoke to earlier- Youichi. The one that you haven't heard from is August. She's kind of my initial backup. He's my man in the darkness.
It was obvious they had worked this scenario plenty of times, though David switched up who did what pretty often. He would never admit it, but staying in the shadows was definitely something Youichi was more adept at. Still, August was a far more powerful backup by physical comparrison, and he did alright on his own. Both having been killers before, they knew how to stalk humans, and kill quietly.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jun 22, 2012 18:50:53 GMT -8
As David had, Delilah tapped her ear piece to invite her companions indoors and out of the rain.
“On our way.”
“Ugh, FINALLY.”
David's pair arrived before hers did, and she got a good chance to take a good look at them as they walked in. No nonsense, 100% professional, hardened killers. Their eyes said it all: she had a feeling that they mirrored her own. The three of them seemed like a very well balanced team.
Her team, on the other hand...
“This is the one i spoke to earlier- Youichi. The one that you haven't heard from is August. She's kind of my initial backup. He's my man in the darkness.”
She got to her feet, dusting off her jeans as she smiled at the man and woman in front of her, respectful “Nice to meet you, August, Youichi. I'm Delilah, and--”
Four quick, heavy footsteps resounded through the building and the door to the office was suddenly filled by the frowning 6'7” mass of African-American muscle. He bent his head and sidled in through the doorway sideways. The look about him was one of perpetual aggravation that lined his otherwise good looking face. Aside from the immensity of his muscles and his demeanor, there was nothing outwardly remarkable about him.
Other than the girl who was thrown over his shoulder, caterwauling her indignity, something Nigel apparently didn't notice.
After scanning the room for threats, he straightened to his full height, nodded politely, and unceremoniously planted the girl on the floor.
“--MOTHER WAS A CHICKEN AND YOUR FATHER WAS A--A--VERY BAD MAN AND PROBABLY A DOG AND—oh,” she looked at all the faces around her, as if surprised that people were in the room. And then it was suddenly gone, replaced by a beaming look at everyone, a classic mode of the buxom, tanned blonde girl. “Hi~!”
Delilah turned her grimace into a smile. “This is Nigel and Heather. They're...works in progress.”
“Hey!”
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Post by David B. on Jun 22, 2012 19:25:22 GMT -8
August leaned in, taking her hand and shaking it at the moment the footsteps began to sound. He pivoted, bending his knee's at the same time, his knife handle clasped, ready to draw and throw. But as the large male stepped through the door, it was obvious he wasn't there to hurt, just to examine everything. Putting his blade away, he came back to his feet, walking forward and staring upwards a little in awe.
"Well i'll be damned if you ain't a very large man!"
Trust August to state the obvious, in as comical a voice as possible. David was grinning- he would come to like these two. She seemed like a female August, and he seemed more like a male youichi, though with less of a stick up his ass. Youichi pushed back her hood, letting long black locks fall as she stared at them both. She trusted none of them. Were they there to have a powow or get some shit done? They were practically defenseless, with everyone gathering inside the crowded room. Whose to say there wasn't an advance gaurd outside or someth-
A window smashed in, a brick laying on the floor.
"We have this place surrounded. Lay down your weapons and come out with your hands raised."
Youichi darted to the window, poking out her head. Gathered around outside was about ten or fifteen tough looking individuals, wearing biker vests and bandanas. In front was a man who was holding what appeared to be a traffic cone, using it for magnification. The bikers all looked pissed, but without any weapons of any kind. Watching from the building across the street, they had waited for those gaurding outside to move in, where they could be clustered, before coming out to reveal themselves in confidence. They knew how many David and Delilah had, and they also knew they had nice clothes, weapons, and three beautiful women.
And they wanted them all.
" WE WON'T ASK AGAIN! YOU HAVE THREE MINUTES TO COMPLY, OR WE'RE COMING IN AFTER YOU!"
David brushed past August, coming up to Youichi, who turned to them.
"Fifteen max. Minimal weaponry. If we get them inside, we could take them quite easily, i think.
He thought a moment, then turned to Delilah. He was worried, to be sure, about what would happen, but he was also interested to finally have a challenge again, and someone to fight with. It would be something like his farewell brawl to Leon.
"What do you think?"
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jun 23, 2012 16:51:04 GMT -8
“Well i'll be damned if you ain't a very large man”
Nigel grunted simply in response, but otherwise seemed pleased with the remark.
Delilah chuckled, and leaned back against a wall. She opened her mouth to suggest one of her two take watch while the storm wore itself out--
SMASH
Her hands were grasping the hilts of her knives tightly, her eyes fixed on the brick lying on the floor. Heather had flattened herself against the wall beside Delilah; Nigel didn't budge an inch.
“We have this place surrounded. Lay down your weapons and come out with your hands raised.”
“Oh no....”
Delilah turned to look at Nigel with a raised eyebrow. His gaze leveled down to hers and the corner of his lip twitched ever so slightly. She narrowed her eyes and sighed. “Touche.”
“ WE WON'T ASK AGAIN! YOU HAVE THREE MINUTES TO COMPLY, OR WE'RE COMING IN AFTER YOU!”
“Fifteen max. Minimal weaponry. If we get them inside, we could take them quite easily, i think.”
She locked eyes with David, a weird moment of synchronicity in their completely separate lives. They both had the two people that were with them to think about as well as their own safety. But they couldn't go off and do what was best for their own 'group' and leave the other to their own devices: Delilah was never like that, and she was becoming more and more certain that David wasn't either.
“What do you think?”
She moved her hands from her knives and found herself in a pensive posture, with one arm supporting the other, a hand covering her mouth. One finger tapped restlessly against her jaw bone. She thought fast. There were so many variables...
And then her demeanor shifted, her face becoming a hard mask of resolution and dedication.
“Nigel.”
Both of Heather and Nigel snapped to attention, a habit long ingrained in them from tireless hours of active duty. “Ma'am.” He rumbled, his voice an impossibly deep bass.
“Radio for a van, either Sergei or Cain, I don't care which. Prep them for our extraction as well as the extraction of three guests, courtesy of First Black. Pick-up will be hot, so set up secondary points C, D, and G in case this goes South.”
“Yes, Ma'am.” he turned from her and pressed a large finger to the blue-tooth piece adorning his ear. He started relaying the instructions as she turned back to the other four people in the room.
“This space is too narrow for six people to fight fifteen,” she said quickly, letting the plan form as her words tumbled through her mind. It was one thing to fight in close quarters, it was quite another to fight twice your numbers back to back. “They outnumber us more than two to one, and I have a feeling that there's more of them than they're showing us. They won't send everyone through the door at once, either, just an advance guard. Or they know of an entrance we don't know about and could come in from above, below or behind.” the hallway was a killing lane, but killing lanes work both ways, and the group outside had the numbers that gave them the advantage. This was not Crows' territory, this area belonged to someone else: it must be assumed that they knew the area best. “We have to divide them up. Where their strength is in numbers, ours is in our skill set. Four people stay here, two on the main floor, two above. That should provide enough of a distraction for the last team of two to make it around the outside and get them on two fronts. By then, we should have our support. My biggest fear is attracting Barker troops to our location with the commotion, but we don't have time to draw it out and play stealth.”
She turned to look at David again. “My recommendation: Keep two heavy hitters on the main floor, two nimble people above in the rafters for throwing projectiles to bog them down. This should take enough time for the remaining tangoes to get nervous and send more bodies in to help get us out. This is when the last two come in from behind to take them where they least expect it. Nigel, status report.”
“Cain is on his way, ETA seven to ten minutes.”
“Tell him to hurry his punk ass up.”
One minute left...
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Post by David B. on Jun 23, 2012 17:29:47 GMT -8
David turned directly after Delilah gave her suggestions, looking back at Youichi, who had pinked slightly in the cheeks. Delilah had pretty much scorned her answer, at least in her eyes. She brought her chin up, a little defiantly.
"Were it just us three, We could escape quite easily."
David's eyebrows drew down.
"Bee."
The girl closed her mouth. Unlike Delilah's companions, David's friends were not soldiers. They trained like them, were skilled like them, but were actually just people. People who cared enough about him to follow his orders. Even die. David would never abandon a STRANGER, let alone Delilah, one of the few survivors of 259 he got along with. Youichi knew that, but still dared speak it. She didn't like the new girl- why? Because... well, because...her eyes flicked over to August before coming back to David, her head nodding ever so slightly to signify her apologies. He would point at the roof.
"It will be dark up there. You see an enemy, put them down hard. Non-lethal." He lent emphasis to the last words, for if he didn't she would kill them to prevent any possibility of harm getting a glance at him. She shot away lightly, no sound coming from her footprints as she ran up the same beam August came down from. He turned to August. "You. Second floor. I suggest Nigel goes with August, Heather with Youichi. Me and Delilah will hold ground floor." He knew that where they stood would get the brunt of it, and their companions were probably not quite ready to handle that kind of force. People would probably get past them though, and through to the second floor, where August and Nigel could lay down some violence. He looked to Delilah.
"Sound good to you?"
He hoped so. August was already gone, and he heard the cone hit the floor.
It was starting.
"Keep communication open! Defer to Delilah's orders! Get ready!"
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"Alright, we've waited long enough."
He turned to his soldiers.
"NO RAPE ON THE BATTLEFIELD. PUT DOWN THE MEN, TAKE THE WOMEN AS SLAVES! LETS GO, ASSAULT LINE PANTHER!"
The men rushed the building. Seven moving for the front door, three heading for the ruins next door- the top floor of the building had collapsed on to the roof of the one David and crew were located in. Five moved around back, to assault from the rear, and move for the stairs.
Stats of Boss:
Str: 31
Dex: 23
Con: 30
Int: 50
Wis: 19
Cha: 40
Stats of all standard men:
Str: 8
Dex: 8
Con: 8
Int: 8
Wis: 8
Cha: 8
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jun 24, 2012 14:01:14 GMT -8
“ Were it just us three, We could escape quite easily.” “ Bee.” Heather uttered a short gasp and Nigel frowned. Both looked at their C.O., unsure how she would react.
Delilah blinked at the remark and the bite behind it, surprised. A moment later, her face melded into an apologetic smile. She hadn't meant to offend at all, she was just in the middle of a serious moment and ran with it. She would have apologized formally, but David handled it with little more than a word and a look, and that was the end of it. Unless it came up later, she would go with that.
She listened intently as he issued orders to August and Youichi, following them with their eyes as they took off in their respective directions, grinning her reply as he asked if it 'sounded good' to her. She turned her head towards her team with a raised eyebrow. “You heard the man. No killing if you can prevent it. Move out.”
Nigel nodded once and took off after August, tearing a rusted bit of piping off the wall as he went.
“Uh...Delilah?”
Delilah shifted her gaze to Heather, surprised at the uncertainty in the girl's voice. Looking at her, the blonde girl was no more a soldier than any other civilian roaming the streets, and the fear sparkling in her big brown eyes only added to her rookie status. Delilah dropped the mask and gave her a reassuring smile and grasped her by both her shoulders. “Your first live fight?”
Heather nodded slowly, averting her eyes.
“You have nothing to worry about. You're great with shiruiken and you'll be up there, out of the main part of the fray.”
She took the pocket knife out of her belt and pressed it into the girl's hand, looking her dead in the eye.
”So, take your balls out of your purse, and woman up. Understood?”
Heather managed a small grin, her fear replaced by an unsteady confidence. “Yes, ma'am.” She snapped off a quick salute and scrambled upwards the way Youichi had gone, minus the grace and the silence.
She watched her go with a wistful expression and turned back to David with hard eyes and a smile full of steel. Silently, she slid her Widow-Maker out of it's sheath and closed her eyes, extending her awareness, listening.
Footsteps, all fronts. They really did have us surrounded... she mused thoughtfully, almost admiringly. There was a cohesion in how they rushed the building, a singularity. Definitely the work of a leader. She tapped her ear piece and dropped her voice to barely above a whisper.
“Nigel, you and August might encounter tangoes earlier than expected. Keep them off Heather and Youichi. Copy?”
“Copy.” Nigel would lower his hand from the ear piece and slink into the shadows. He wasn't exactly built for stealth, but his size could easily make him resemble a large hunk of rubble in the right lighting. He looked sideways at August as the thuds started coming up the stairs, the edges of his mouth twitching slightly upwards. “Our guests are early.”
Delilah looked over at David as the footsteps now heading for the back door and the main entrance were audible. “Do you want the front or the back?” she asked quickly, gesturing with her knife at both entrances.
If he chose the back door, Delilah would nod and sprint forwards on silent feet, ducking into one of the offices by the door, crouching in the shadow that seamlessly folded around her, waiting for an errant foot to decorate with her knife before she worked her magic.
If he chose the front, she would turn her heel and stride easily towards the back door, timing her steps with the pounding of their feet upwards. As opposed to hiding and taking a 'surprise attack' approach, she would wait until the men burst in through the door, and rush them as they rushed her, knife gleaming and eyes flashing. |
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Post by David B. on Jun 24, 2012 14:42:26 GMT -8
DAVID AND DELILAH
David watched as everyone moved, picking his mic out of his pocket and switching it on, sticking the tiny earpiece deep into his ear.
"Bee, look after heather. Her feet aren't wet just yet."
"Got it."
He turned toward the front door, having taken off his jacket and tossed in into the corner. He was rolling up the sleeves of the tight white dress shirt he was wearing underneath.
"I'll take point."
The front door would get the major bulk of the attack, and rather than leave that to another, he would take care of it himself. Not that he thought her incapable, he just trusted the group more than himself. If he covered another entryway, he would need to make sure to watch their asses too. This way, he could focus the full force of his strength on the main force coming in, and the rest would understand to cover the other entrances. Delilah would dart past him and out toward the back, David finishing rolling up his left side as the beam across the front door was splintered in half. There, in front, was the leader of the group, grinning from ear to ear as his men poured in behind him.
"Well...seems we have a spirited group. Good- I'd hate for you to make it easy on us."
The man rushed forward, fist raised to knock this dark haired fellow to the earth. To show him who was boss. But...what was this weightless feeling? The wind was driven from his lungs as David kicked the fellow full on in the chest, sending him sprawling onto his ass. right back where he started from. He sat up, groaning, before looking around and pointing at Blaze.
"KILL THIS PIECE OF SHIT!"
David stepped back and brought up his fists, grinning.
"Bring it, punks!"
The men at the back door would attack swiftly. Two would jump through the windows on either side of the door, landing to the left and right on Delilah. Another would smash clean through the front and rush her head on, all of them making to try and overwhelm her.
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YOUICHI AND HEATHER
Youichi turned planting a crescent kick to the cheek of a man sneaking up behind Heather. Now, at least, she knew from where they would be coming. Dropping out behind her, she brought the mace around, smashing it into the mans knee, tearing a large chunk out in order to be sure the fellow was neutralized.
She turned to look at Heather.
"We're about to have problems. Don't think about what you're doing, just-"
A man wrapped his arms around Youichi, another darting around her and making for Heather, an evil grin on his face.
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AUGUST AND NIGEL
"Good. I hate long waits."
He ripped the knife from the holder in his leg, slashing the front of the thigh muscle of the first man who darted in. He danced back, grunting as a piece of wood smashed into the back of his head, causing him to drop to a knee, the other men coming up through the hole in the corner quickly.
August would kick the man behind him in the stomach, ignoring the small drip of blood coming down over his forehead and trickling down over his temple.
He loved it. Finally, a fight. A battle. Someone to stand with.
He leapt forward, back at the man he had cut, throwing up a foot-ball style punt to his chin, sending him skidding down the stairs and into the man who was on Delilah's left, causing him to cry out and fly back under the weight.
"One down, alot more to go." Would come in over the intercom.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jun 24, 2012 16:07:25 GMT -8
David and Delilah
She heard the commotion behind her, and was laughing by the time the men came through the back door, rushing her without hesitation. And all at once, her face fell back into a stony mask as she committed herself to the fight at hand. She let out a long breath as she closed and let her instinct take over.
She always did do well in close combat situations.
Delilah shifted ever so slightly as the man on her right lunged for her, directing his arm subtly past her and throwing him off balance. Her leg flickered as she kicked out at the back of his knee, sending his balance point over the edge and careening into the men on her left, just before they reached her inhibiting them for a good twenty seconds as they untangled themselves. She stepped forward to meet the man who came through the door, letting him grasp one of her arms as the second man from the window on the right grabbed the other. They started hauling her backwards when she lifted both her legs up and brought the heels of her thick leather boots down hard on their insteps with all her weight behind it.
The pain was just enough for the men to be distracted enough to loosen their grip: Delilah grasped the wrist of the man who had her right arm lightly with her own hand and slipped behind him, turning his wrist over and applying an arm bar with the pressure from her serrated part of her double edged bowie knife on the back of his arm before shoving him into the second man who had held her not moments before. The shove tore the blade through the man's tricep, rendering his arm useless as his bicep took over in place of it's missing sister muscle, snapping his arm up right against his shoulder.
The three she had disoriented initially were starting to right themselves, and Delilah started towards them when one of the men leaped out of the group and tackled her, pinning her to the ground by her elbows. He leered down at her and a shudder of rage passed through her. He opened his mouth to say something, and she spat in his face.
He let out a roar of indignant rage and reflexively went to wipe the moisture from his face. Bad move, one he was too angry to comprehend. The second his hand left her arm, she lashed out with it, connecting the butt of her knife to the man's temple and used the momentum to flip them over eachother. She straddled the man now: he was dazed and bleeding from the spot on his head, sluggishly fighting for consciousness. Her knife raised--
She yanked her head backwards and rolled to her feet, narrowly dodging a kick to her face. The man – the one who she had thrown initially- lunged at her with his broken wine bottle, snarling.
Deliliah caved herself inward into hokou no kamae**, letting the jagged edges of broken glass come within inches of her abdomen. She laid the straight edge of her knife along the back of his fore arm, then rapidly turned it over to the serrated edge, carving up his forearm and then slashing his bicep as she moved past him to the man behind him. She sent a kick backwards into his kidney for good measure as he screamed in agony over his shredded arm.
She lunged at the man on her left...and leapt back, surprised as a body bowled him over as it tumbled down the stairs. She tipped an invisible hat at August before returning to address what remained of her opponents, sparing a glance sideways at David to see how he was faring...
Youichi and Heather
Heather stood near Youichi, panicking silently in her heart, struggling to prevent it from showing on her face. It did anyway. Heather never was good at fights, that much had been proven in the randori Delilah ran at the end of each of her training sessions. She felt so useless, so cowardly, so--
She shrieked and ducked as Youichi's leg snapped over her head, connecting with the man who had been about to grab her from behind. She looked back at the unconscious man, shaking.
"We're about to have problems. Don't think about what you're doing, just-"
Heather cried out in alarm again as Youichi was grabbed from behind. “Hang on, I'm--”
A third man came around his friend who had grasped Youichi, starting towards her threateningly. Heather stumbled back, unsure, untrained. He closed the distance and she thought her fear would overwhelm her.
That little memory suddenly rang soundly in her ears, and for the first time in her short life, Heather understood resolve. As the man rushed her, she felt backwards with her foot and found the floor there wanting.
As he closed the distance, she shifted to the outside and let him stumble past, throwing all his weight down on the loose floor boards as he tried to stop himself. The floor underneath him cracked and he fell through with a scream, tumbling down into the mass of people trying to get to David.
As she turned, Heather grabbed one the nails she carried with her and threw it at the man standing behind Youichi, aiming for the man's eye without even so much as a second thought. “That's no way to treat a lady.”
August and Nigel
“Good. I hate long waits.”
Nigel rushed forward as August had, bearing the pipe down on the head of the first person to get past August. The ring of metal on bone sent the man crumpling to the ground at Nigel's feet, a large dent in his skull. He turned to help August, but was too slow to stop him from getting hit with the two-by-four. Still, the surprisingly strong kick that knocked the man backwards did not incapacitate him, and so Nigel lumbered forwards as the man struggled to sit up and planted a large foot in the center of his chest, sending him back to the floor with a dull thud. Then he kicked him once in the ribs for good measure, and felt a the bones there shatter.
He didn't mind.
He turned his head to regard August as he sent the body down the stairs. He raised his eyebrow at the blood, but said nothing. He appeared all right enough.
Nigel tapped the ear piece as he sent a meaty fist into the face of another assailant with a makeshift shiv. “ETA of extraction five minutes”
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Post by David B. on Jun 25, 2012 18:33:10 GMT -8
David and Delilah[/b]
The first of the group to run forward, David was more than ready for. A swift uppercut would send the man up off his feet at an alarming speed, teeth flying. His next movement would be even faster than the speed at which this man was punch-jumped: immediately following the uppercut would come a superkick right to the stomach. The man would fly backwards into his men, only one individual making it around to get a glance at the young Blaze. David felt good. Better than good. He hadn't felt this loose, this connected with his physical self since before he left 259. His reflexes were phenomenol, his strength not taking any tax on his endurance. It was...superb. Like a certain high. As the next man came forward, David moved to punch him, instead finding his arms up in a full nelson. The man landed a blow to the ribs, causing David to grunt if only a little- He leaned back and jumped, kicking the guy in the head and sending him stumbling. The leader, who had him in a full nelson, David would run backward against, slamming him into the wall and crushing it inward a little. The leader let go quickly, falling a moment before David stepped forward to pursue the men who were now getting to their feet.
Seemed fate, however, was kind.
Through the floor just above the men, another man was sent down into their midst, knocking two or three to the ground. Looking up at the final beam that held the floor together, he bent and grabbed a bolder the size of a beach ball hurling it with one hand at it, splintering it in two. The floor, luckily, was on the opposite end of where August and Nigel stood, so neither would fall as it collapsed onto the men, several crying out and groaning as the dust billowed upward. As David bent over to take a couple deep breaths (lifting somthing that weighed three hundred pounds with a single arm was not easy!), the leader would have gotten up and noticed Delilah, Who was just finishing up. Stepping into the hall, Delilah would see a shadow and a grin as he stepped forward.
"Hello, Lass." He would spit in her face and reach for her left breast, wanting to touch it at the least. Just before his hand would make contact, David gripped the mans hair violently and jerked back, causing him to sort of "bend over backward" as the young Blaze stepped correctly to keep him in that position. He would then gesture to Delilah.
"I believe the pleasure is yours?"
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Heather and Youichi
Youichi's eyes widened a little as the girl threw something at the man holding her. She turned her head away a little, blood shooting out in a little stream with a cry of pain. The man released Youichi in a hurry, stumbling back a step and reaching for his now deformed face. Youichi kicked him in the stomach, sending him tumbling over the edge with a scream. She winced. Hopefully it would just be broken bones...she didn't want David getting on her AGAIN for killing when she wasn't suppose to. She turned back to the girl.
"Not bad. Not bad at all.
She drew her knife and chucked it at the entrance the other two men were coming through, hitting one in the shoulder and causing him to stumble back. The last one stopped, stared, and turned back, trying to climb his way out. The one with the knife in him cried out again, but this time spoke after.
"Just...just wait...our m-main force is...ugh...coming..."
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August and Nigel
The red head grinned, turning back and burying his knife in the temple of a man who was bringing back a long, wickedly curved knife, hoping to throw it at Nigel. He pulled it back out with a sickening suction-like noise, the individual going limp and collapsing like a sack of grain. He turned back to the entrance and sidestepped a man who lunged for him, causing the enemy to stumble right toward Nigel.
Should this man get dropped, the one whose ribs Nigel broke would cough up blood and speak as well.
“You're all gonna d...die...!”
August did not take this to be a good sign. Bringing the radio out of his belt, he spoke into it a little breathlessly.
“Guys...Somehow I don't think this is the end of them.”
David's voice came over the mic.
“Why?”
August looked down and kicked the man in the head.
“Just a hunch."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jun 29, 2012 16:37:23 GMT -8
David and Delilah
Delilah regulated her breathing and straightened her spine as the final two men started circling her threateningly, trying to find an opening in the woman's guard. She watched them with an aloof expression: she had been fighting ever since the bombs had fallen, and before that, she had been training regularly with her sensei. By this time, Delilah was a well oiled machine, used to combat and adaptable to any circumstance that might arise. Her muscles were hard cords that threaded their way through her limbs, her hands were vise-like, her jaw was set and her finesse had never been higher. Later, it would occur to her that she had been training her whole life for this; to be a warrior.
Finally, one of the men broke out of the circle to step forward and swing his baseball bat at her head. A half second behind him, the second man tried to slip behind her to grab her arms and hold her while man with the bat beat her into submission. Delilah had other plans.
As the man swung his bat and the other man's hands started to close on her upper arms from behind her, she placed her hands over his and dropped down. This would pull the man behind her foreward, timed perfectly with the baseball bat that sailed harmlessly over Delilah's head and smacking the second man right in the temple. He slumped to the floor and Delilah jumped into the air and drop-kicked the man with the bat with both of her feet, then throwing a back flip to land silently on her feet. The poor man – whom she had kicked in the face- went crashing through the wall on her left and into the alley behind the building.
Flicking the blood off of her knife, Delilah left the back room (which was now littered with several unconscious bodies and the collateral damage of the fight) and went into the hallway where David would be handling the killing lane. Just as she stepped out of the door though, a large figure loomed over her. She took a surprised step back.
“Hello Lass,”
Delilah flinched as his hand darted out towards her chest, raising her knife too--
The man was suddenly drawn backwards by his head and away from her, grabbing at the hands that held his head as he was bent over backwards. Her eyes moved up to David's and she felt her face split into a grin.
“I believe the pleasure is yours?”
“Thank you kindly,” she chimed, saluting David with her knife before promptly shin-kicking the man who had tried to grab her boob in the balls with a satisfying CRUNCH. She could almost feel the delicate meat and potatoes rubbing up against his pelvic bone as her conditioned leg made contact. It was a good kick. And probably very painful.
She was about to give it another go when David's radio crackled.
“Guys...Somehow I don't think this is the end of them.”
Delilah blinked and looked up sharply as the man continued to writhe in David's grasp in agony rather than fighting to get away.
“Why?”
“Just a hunch."
Delilah's ear piece came to life with a soft sigh.
“All clear. Del, I concur with August, but we have no real intel to back that up.”[/i]
Delilah lowered her hand from her ear as she turned to look at the boss of this rag-tag gang, who would no doubt still be exhibiting some measure of pain (Crying, moaning, whimpering, etc.). She drew her second knife, her tanto in a flash and leaned over him precariously.
One hand, the one with the bowie knife, was threateningly close to his 'delicate area' between his legs. The second, her razor sharp Tanto knife, was at his throat, its tip pointed mere millimeters away from his skin. David was hopefully still holding the man in a bent-over-backwards position so she could do so. Her face was kissing distance away from the man's as she hovered above him, her body not quite touching his.
“Don't move,” she crooned. “I have two knives placed where you really don't want them. Shift even a little, and I'll cut you. Try and hit me, and I'll cut you. Do anything except what I say, when I say it and I'll cut you. Got it?” While her voice was surprisingly soft, even feminine, her eyes were chips of ice, fixed firmly on his: Delilah Black did not fuck around.
If he gave her a yes, as in “yes I understand”, she would continue to hover where she was, a hairs breadth above him, something that was confusingly sexy and scary all at once. He might even get a decent look down her shirt...as well as a good look at the blade that was pointed directly at his throat. “Good. Now, how many reinforcements do you have and how soon will they be here? Answer me honestly and quickly or you might not like my reaction.” she flexed the hand between his legs suggestively and the knife easily sliced through the pants he wore.
If he struggled or gave her a 'no' or anything other than a yes, she wouldn't hesitate: The knife tip would dive into his neck in an attempt to sever the man's jugular while she pressed the bowie knife into his flesh before dragging it upwards, severing his pelvic artery at the same time. She would stand calmly as he would begin his death throes, not even bothering to wipe the man's blood from her face. She would turn to David. “Can Youichi get onto the roof to give us a head count of possible reinforcements?”
Youichi and Heather
And all at once, the bravado she displayed was gone as the man screamed in pain and tumbled through a hole in the floor that Youichi kicked him towards. Bile found it's way into her throat and she was nearly overwhelmed by the idea she might have just killed a man. Might have.
No. Calm down. You had to, he was gonna hurt you and her. It had to be done.
Oooh, but all that blood...[/i][/size]
“Not bad. Not bad at all.”
“Th-thank y--”
“Just...just wait...our m-main force is...ugh...coming..."
Heather squeaked in alarm at that, looking over at Youichi with a worried expression. MORE? How could there be more? Delilah had been right, then?
“Let's go...uh, find the others?” she stammered, clearly uncertain. Though she didn't get along with him in the least, she suddenly found a strong desire to be near Nigel, or David or August, some strong man who would take care of all this.
Nigel and August
After punching the man August sent at him directly in the face, the two men would find themselves at the centre of hurricane. There wasn't one person around them who was bleeding in some form. Nigel himself had a gash on his arm that he wasn't quite sure how he got it, but it didn't bother him. His blood was high and his heart was racing. He had been in fights before, dozens, but none that boasted this level of chaos. He nodded impressively to August: the man clearly knew his way around a knife, something he could appreciate.
Once the radio chatter had ended, he jerked his head towards the stairs. “Should we head down for our next orders?” he rumbled. If August wanted to go downstairs to meet up with the others, he would go too, noting the trail of unconscious men the two former 259'ers had left in their wake. If he wanted to remain on the second floor, he would stay there as well. [/size]
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Post by David B. on Jun 30, 2012 12:16:54 GMT -8
"AUGH-!"
The man would cry out as the blades were pressed against his tender areas, his man-bits particularly sour after the kick that nearly made him vomit. This bitch was FIESTY! He liked that. What he didn't like was both the threat of death, and castration. The girl only needed to keep whispering in his ear like that and he'd-
A grin.
"We're the largest sub-devision force in the field, other than the crows, girly. Fifty men, all coming for you-" Another bloody smile, the man grunting as David kicked the back of his knees out from under him, the man being forced forward onto the blades, screaming as his...parts were (as david hoped), severed painfully by Delilah. David let him fall and grope his groin, turning to look up and speak quickly over the mic.
"Everyone down here now! We're getting out of here!"
He turned to Delilah.
"Which way is our ride coming from?"
From the hole in the roof, August and Youichi would drop down first, coming over to stand by David. Youichi looked soaked by rain, he knife bloody. August had a trail of blood down the side of his head, obviously from some kind of injury. They would worry later. He was obviously still fit, he'd just not like to test their luck against an army nearly ten times their size.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jun 30, 2012 13:00:44 GMT -8
“"We're the largest sub-devision force in the field, other than the crows, girly. Fifty men, all coming for you-"
Delilah just leaned back enough that the man wouldn't stab himself on her tanto as he pitched forward from the hit to his knees. His crotch, however, wasn't so lucky. There was a horrible wet rending sound, quickly followed by a spray of deep red blood that splashed across Delilah's jeans. The screaming that ensued was more than justified.
I don't think I've ever cut off anyone's junk before,[/i] she thought to herself as the blood began pooling at their feet. He'll be damn lucky if he survives that.[/size]
"Everyone down here now! We're getting out of here!"
She concurred. The odds were not good, but at least their leader was out of the running. This might give them an advantage later on, but that remained to be seen.
"Which way is our ride coming from?”
Just then, Delilah's bluetooth came back to life with a very harried sounding Cain on the other end. Behind her, Nigel and Heather studied the castrated leader at their feet with an odd expression. Nigel couldn't decide if he sympathized with the man or was glad for the loss of his manhood. Heather was simply shocked by all the blood and screaming.
“Del do you read?!”
“Copy. What's your ETA, we have hostiles inbound.” she replied, gesturing to Nigel and Heather to head out.
“I know, I just drove past about twenty of them on bikes headed for your location. A building collapsed on the main road, detour unavoidable. Get out of there NOW, they're headed your way. I'll pick you up at location D.”
SHIT, they were really close. “Roger. Over and out.” She turned back to look at her two. Nigel was bleeding profusely from a wound on his arm and Heather looked scared but otherwise unharmed. All in all, the six of them had done very well. Against fifty though, they would probably do less well. “They're close. Pick up will be at a secondary location. The enemy is mobile: we can't waste time.”
She shifted her eyes to David with a worried grimace. “Let's move out! Everyone stay in contact!” she shook the knife free of the gore from the leader (and kicked him swiftly in the head for good measure) before starting to run, something that quickly turned into a sprint. She kept her knives drawn as she ran, headed for the cover of the collapsed buildings all around them.
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Post by David B. on Jun 30, 2012 14:31:22 GMT -8
He nodded, turning and staring at Youichi as though to dare her, for a moment, to challenge following the girl. Youichi, however, gave a different expression, as though bruised by the accusation. As they turned and ran, David felt for her- they would probably have to talk later, and she could make up for it. Instead of that being the case, She would have the chance at redemption now. The man, who had run earlier, was hiding above a small overhang that Delilah was sprinting toward. He held in his hand a wristrocket- and inside was a shard of metal aimed for Delilahs head. He drew back, and preped for release.... Just before crying out at the sharp pain pricking his chest. Looking down, he stumbled back, a crack of lightning showing the handle of Youichi's knife protruding from his chest. He stumbled back forward and over out the edge of the wall, a sickening crunch signalling his body cracking against the rubble about ten feet from Delilah and August. Youichi would walk forward and pull the blade from his chest, stepping backa little without looking at any of them, so Delilah could continue on. It probably wouldn't be noticeable to any of them who the man was aiming for, but it was to her. And it surely was to David. He touched her shoulder as he walked by, August cocking an eyebrow in wonder but running around Nigel and the others, David and the dark haired girl following up. He spoke from behind Delilah. " Where are we headed?" He hated to ask- he wanted to trust her, and it was obvious he was doing just that. Still, he wasn't used to being led somewhere he didn't know the destination of, and if he could at least get some sort of time frame from her, he would be satisfied. |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jul 11, 2012 16:44:05 GMT -8
Delilah hadn't been aware of the man aiming a projectile straight at her head, ad only just became aware of it too late when his body came crashing down on the other side of the concrete he had been perched on. She looked over her shoulder: Heather hadn't thrown the knife (she carried smaller implements and hadn't noticed the impending attack), Nigel...well, it just wasn't his style, and it certainly hadn't been her. That left one of David's, and she had a fairly good guess as to whom.
“Nice shot!” she crowed as she continued her pace forward into the ruins. They had made it across the exposed parking area and into the debris strewn area surrounding it. They might be safe from people on bikes, but they still had a ways yet before she would consider them safe.
“Where are we headed?”
She looked back again over her shoulder at David, realizing she hadn't really communicated anything with him thus far. It was owed, but time was so short...
Delilah slowed down only a little so that she could be heard. “We're headed to a pick-up location by one of my men to get us out of the area. After that, we'll go to a safe house in Crows' territory to escape any pursuants that might be on our way. But we need to hurry.” she gestured behind them as a steady buzz of dirt-bikes started to thrum behind them.
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