Propensity To SMASH (John S., Squee, Speed Thread)

[Van]

Stop, drop, and scream

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Caught in the momentum of their running assault, the two soldiers could not jump back quickly enough to avoid being doused by the sudden wave of flame erupting from the floor. The two men flinched away from the bright heat with startled growls and shielded their faces with their forearms as the flames scorched what was exposed of their fronts. The man on the left’s sleeve caught fire and he promptly dropped his baton. He reeled away to clutch his burning arm, howling angrily.

The other man didn’t lose his nerve, however, and grimaced at the hammer-wielding man. It was baton against hammer, and he didn’t necessarily feel like he had the upper hand… but he had no choice but to give it his all. As Tuvlan’s screams and roars erupted from the other room, and as his flaming compatriot beside him dropped to the floor in a frenzy, the soldier leapt forward again and attempted to grab the shaft of John’s hammer with his left hand—to momentarily keep the man from swinging it at him—while he swung his baton at the left side of John’s skull.

[John]

John would aim to headbutt the arm of the incoming attack instead of taking the baton to the face. If that worked John would kick out for the guys stomach to push him away keeping some hope in his mind that he would keep holding onto the hammer.

If he did he'd take his free hand and aim a punch for his forearm.

Cha: 38/39

+10 Dagrees

[Van]

Whose idea was this, anyway

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The baton’s swing was interrupted midair as John’s forehead thudded into the soldier’s forearm. The sudden impact on his wrist caused the man to drop the baton with a frustrated growl, which was also promptly interrupted when John’s foot struck him in the gut. Instead of backpedaling, though, he held fast to the shaft of the hammer and clenched his right hand into a fist to swing at the man’s face where his baton had sorely missed.

(ooc: Assuming John’s intent was to punch him hard enough to do so…)

Whether or not his own knuckles met their mark, the other man’s surely did. John’s fist would meet the soldier’s forearm with an obvious crack as bones gave way under the pressure. The radius of his left arm snapped, he let go of the hammer, and roared furiously at the searing pain. But he couldn’t stop now, broken bones be damned. Things had escalated too far to back down. His compatriot behind him—now a rolling, shrieking entity of fire—was proof of that.

Also, the man’s incessant rolling about was totally spreading little tendrils of flame on the ground wherever he went. For every moment of freedom they grew a little greedier, and would probably evolve into a serious safety hazard for everyone in about a minute or less.

The fire seemed to be the least of the second soldier’s concerns at the present moment, though. He focused on the man in front of him, albeit he had no weapon and his left arm was broken. He was so fucked. But he lashed out anyways, throwing an infuriated punch toward John’s gut with his right fist, keeping his left fist blocking his face as best he could.

[John]

John luckily had his face covered with the mask, but it still shocked him when he was struck by the soldier. Guy had some nads. Though his aimed goal of breaking the arm and causing him to let go of the hammer worked.

John would call on another ability from his hammer, the Strike of Vulcan causing the hammer to rise from its position with a frieghtening speed to slam the sharp end of the hammer into the jaw of the soldier like an uppercut. This however had freed John's gut for the strike.


Str: 45
Dex: 47
Cha: 33/39
+10 Dagrees

Temperature of Battle Area Total: +20 Dagrees

[Van]

Things can always get worse

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The hammer exploded into the soldier’s jaw with a sickening crunch and a spray of blood, spittle, and some teeth erupted from his mouth. He reeled backward before his fist even had the chance to meet John’s stomach. The man’s angry roar became a frightened shriek, like a pig, as he backpedalled into the flames and then tripped over his writhing, charred compatriot. He fell on his ass in a puddle of fire, screaming loud… and then louder.

Repetitive pounding noises as well as the consistent yelling continued from the other room.

[John]

John's mask now had a layer of blood to it as he watched the man fall into the flames. John would walk into the flames and finish off the two men with simple hammer strikes to crush their heads. He didn't like the noises coming from the next room, and decided to move to kick in the door Tuvlan was in. Using his left free hand as a torch holding the hammer in his right.

Cha: 36/39
+10 Dagrees

Temperature of Battle Area Total: +30 Dagrees

["Tuvlan"]

...Than Never

By the time that John Summers had kicked in the door, he would find the three people there... dead. For all that he knew, from the way that the boy lay there, in his hastily drawn bandages, the boy may have been dead as well---save for the bandages and the slowed up and down heaving of his chest.

The boy slept in a pool of his victory.

[John]

John would rush over, putting the hammer back in its place on his back with the magnetic plate. He'd check the bandages first and make sure he could move him without making things worse, if he had to he would caterize the wounds with his hand. He'd lift the kid up onto his shoulder as he'd leave the building he'd continue to set more of it on fire by trailing his hand on the wall.

The fire would either alert more Barker forces and bring them here, or scare people away. He'd exit and head north towards God territory. He would be able to claim some sort of sanctuary there.

["Tuvlan"]

Nix In The Plans

...Except the moment the moment that Spike would try to cauterize a wound, he would feel a hand suddenly slap his out of the way. Or if he tried to pick up the boy, he'd suddenly feel an adjustment of the boy's weight as he would wake up. An arm would go over the man's shoulders as the boy would lean on him... and basically wake himself up with a laugh.

He'd point down with weak hand, whispering little bits of air at the man's ear before finally managing to speak.

"...Down... is safer."

This was not the same boy who everyone knew back in PHS #259. His smile was assuring. His voice did not waver.

Provided that John helped him pop open the grate, where they had tossed the other bodies, they would be in pitch darkness. But the boy would motion them against the water stream for at least a mile, before he would pat for the man to pause.

Or, if John insisted, the boy would throw himself from him, laughing, and crawling down the sewer himself. This was his personal expedition to the outside. It'd feel like failure if he ended up relying on people completely again.

[John]

John would help the guy up at the very least it would seem. Helping pop open the grate and jump down. He didn't like not being able to see, so he'd allow his Qi to activate, the eyes glowing behind the mask so he could see the flammable particles in the air.

There was so many down here it wasn't even hard for John to move around. He got the tap and paused, waiting for whatever Tuvlan wanted to do from here.

["Tuvlan"]

Down Where Its Wetter, That'S Where It's Better

He didn't even know this man's name, but he was being incredibly cooperative. The boy, though, was impressed with the fire that the man was illuminating... but having a fire down here would burn up the thin amount of oxygen faster. Also, if there was a gas leak...

OOC: And then, John Summers blows up all of Long Beach. XD

Well, as much as the boy appreciated it, the fire was sort of blinding his already adjusted eye. Shielding it with his hand, he would motion himself closer to his compatriot to whisper "Sparingly."

They would would arrive, slightly hunched over as they traversed... in the middle of seemingly nowhere. There, the boy gestured to his compatriot to go ahead and let him lay down. He would prop his legs over the small stream of water that still flowed beneath them, stretching his long back to curl nicely along the round walls.

If the fire was extinguished they would be in total and complete darkness, away from the sun or the moon's reflection. The boy hugged himself in the comfortable darkness, smiling to no one but himself, shrouded.

"Now... we wait.

"And when you wanna get out, just keep going down the opposite way, following the flow of water.

"The drains will lead you to the beaches and the ocean."

The boy would lean up to pat the man either on the knee or the shoulder, dependent on wherever this guy was. Smiling at him, but smiling at himself in the dark.

[John]

John would simply keep his index finger lit to use as a small torch. When it was time to sit, John would let Tuvlan lay down, sitting himself, he would lift the mask from his face, and tie it to his belt loop putting the fire out and leaving them in darkness. John would keep the glow to his eyes so as to see. It helped when you could literally see all the flammable particles in the air. Made a kind of... echo locater for walls and people.

"What are we waiting for?"

John let the guy pat him on the shoulder, nodding his own respect towards the guy.