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Post by David B. on Aug 24, 2013 13:57:39 GMT -8
OOC: purposefully did not include the name of the gangs involved as I didn't wanna control forces not mine. So this could be an unknown gang, or could be Crows or Dragons- whatever youd like. This takes place near hermosa.
They were fighting. Three men from two different gangs, and the six Barker troops. Bleeding each other in the streets. He reached up and scratched his chin from the outside of the mask- his beard was itchy. His green eyes surveyed the surroundings, eyeing the men and where they stood. Taking a deep breath, he would walk off the edge of the building, landing deftly into the cement next to them. Everyone stopped to look at him- he drew his sword and attacked. Stabbed one of Barkers me . And another. Cut the head off the other. He slit on mans throat and, as the other two tried to run, he brought out two knife and hurled them, burying them in the men's back.
Silence. Sweet silence. The Other men stared, a little wide eyed- but only for a moment. Michael attacked them too, but with his fists. He punched one in the jaw, knocking him out, before delivering a spinning backfist to another, sending him flying into a wall, where he slumped to the floor. The last stumbled backward, stuttering.
"W-why? Arent you here to hel-"
He grunted as Michaels knee hit him in the stomach, followed by an uppercut that sent him sprawling. A deep, synthesized voice spoke from under the mask, obviously digital.
"Not to help, No."
He then went about collecting the dog tags of all the dead soldiers from Barkers patrol, sticking them in a pouch at his waist.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Aug 24, 2013 15:21:56 GMT -8
"First Black, do you read?"
In her 'office' tinkering away at her desk, Delilah lifted a hand to her ear, leaning back and away from the intricate work and rubbing her gritty, tired eyes.
"I read."
"There's been an incident at Hermosa. There was a skirmish at our borders with Barker soldiers."
"Casualties?"
"Four injured none dead. All the Barker soldiers are dead, but we didn't kill them."
Delilah moved her hand away from her face, her curiosity sparked. "Explain what happened."
"Seventeen minutes ago, a small local gang approached the border with Barker soldiers chasing after them. The guard at the gates intervened immediately when...someone came from nowhere and killed the soldiers. Everyone else was knocked unconscious. Then he took their dog tags and seems to have left."
Delilah restlessly tapped her fingers against the wood of her desk as she thought about the implications of this.
"I'm coming to investigate. Take in that gang if you haven't already for treatment."
"Yes ma'am. We look forward to your arrival."
. . .
Mounted on the speedy little dirt-bike she had modded for herself, Delilah made her way cautiously around the perimeter of Hermosa Beach, weaving in and out of streets as she moved deeper and deeper into Barker Territory on the North side of the border, where the skirmish occured.
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Post by David B. on Aug 24, 2013 15:38:12 GMT -8
Michael would be found, lifting the dog tags of eleven more of Barkers men- one or two more gang members he didnt recognize littered unconscious nearby. His eyes would be on her first thingas she flew around the corner, the green hues going a little wide at the sight of her and her dirtbike.
"Shit."
He sheathed his blade and ran, slamming his shoulder into the door of an old barber shop, wood chips flying as he raced around to the back, diving out the window into the alley there. He would then race for a drain pipe and start clambering up it quickly.
OOC:
Stats of Michael:
Str: 70
Dex: 60
Con: 80
Int: 80
Wis: 80
Cha: 80
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Aug 24, 2013 15:47:32 GMT -8
Drifting casually around a corner, she was almost surprised to lay eyes on a man lifting dog tags from the bodies of Barker soldiers. Other unidentifiable bodies lay nearby, but that wasn't her focus. The man noticed her and took off, busting through the building and taking off through it.
Delilah whipped the bike around and took off after him, wrenching the bars of the handle hard into the alley in time to see him scaling the up using the drain pipe.
In one swift motion, Delilah cut the bike's engine, dropped the kickstand and removed the key from the ignition and took off running after him. Using an over turned trashcan beside the opposite wall for leverage, she jumped up against the wall and started triangle jumping her way up the wall, likely reaching the top just a moment after he would.
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Post by David B. on Aug 24, 2013 15:53:44 GMT -8
As he hit the top, he took off running, scrambling over the rooftops with his left hand on the bottom of his sword sheath to help with running. He reached another alley and jumped over it, landing on the next building and rolling, his breath coming in through the mask in a strange, synthesized way. He took a moment to look back, from his crouched position- if the girl was right behind him, she might be on the other roof- staring at him. Unless we was commited to attacking him- in which case she was probably running to take the jump as well.
If the former, he would stop, and slowly stand, waiting for her to speak.
If she kept running, he would turn and keep up the chase- leaping off the two story building and landing in the street, rolling easily and taking off at a sprint- probably in the wrong direction- right toward the beach.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Aug 24, 2013 16:03:50 GMT -8
Her aim wasn't to attack him, but she certainly wanted to see what was what with him, and that meant being within striking distance if she needed to be. Landing on the roof in a crouch, she took off after him, noting how he jumped down to the roof below and rolled...quite expertly. Seemed this guy knew what he was doing.
But she would do the same, springing cat-like off the ledge of the building and landing with her palms first to complete her roll, rising just in time to see him turn back towards the edge of the building to jump down. The man was headed West, towards the beach. Her feet flew as she raced after him, touching down on the ground with the balls of her feet before springing back up and after him. Her hand went to her ear.
"First Black to communications, do you copy? I am inbound with an unidentified target, status with Crows unconfirmed. We are running outside the perimeter on the North side. Do NOT engage, I repeat, do NOT ENGAGE."
"Roger, ma'am. I will relay orders right away. Over and out."
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Post by David B. on Aug 24, 2013 16:11:07 GMT -8
Michael rounded a corner, someone standing in his path- probably a civilian. He bent his legs and jumped, front flipping over them easily and taking off. Hopefully, with this womans speed, she would run into the civilian and be slowed. He kept up his sprint, breathing easily and smoothly. He ran down the sidewalk before turning left onto marina fairway, a road heading clean along the northern edge of Crow territory. He vaulted over a car that was run down and rusted, glancing over his shoulder to see the woman was still keeping up with him.
He was impressed.
The road ran clean through Crow territory, past embattlements and structures, patrols- it terminated at the southwestern tip of their land...though Michael knew none of this. As they hit Dragon territory, he ran clean through the marker, sprinting around the giant wall that was there. Dragons called out, pointing, but made no move to engage as be ran along the western side of the airport- he turned back again. Was she still following?
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Aug 24, 2013 16:25:10 GMT -8
She was managing to keep up, but only barely. He was fast, she would give him that; she had a vague idea from how easily he dispatched his opponents back there that he was skilled. They rounded a corner, and she had just enough time to see a woman before Delilah fully barrelled into her. She didn't have enough time to jump over her, she was too close. Instead, Delilah's hands pistoned out, grabbing the woman by her arms as Delilah spun, effectively trading places with her...but the momentum would be too much and the woman would continue to rotate until she stumbled into a wall.
"Sorry!" she called out over her shoulder. Back to the task at hand.
They were now in Crow territory as they raced down streets. Patrols and Crow soldiers kept the civilians back as the First raced after the strange looking man. Some even cheered her on.
The next thing she knew they were in Dragon territory, running towards the airport with Dragons hollering after them. She was glad that they were allies at least. Might make it easier to explain her sudden appearance and departure.
She was starting to tire, but not just yet. She still had aces all up her sleeves and her endurance was usually boundless. But, just how far was this guy willing to run?
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Post by David B. on Aug 24, 2013 16:32:13 GMT -8
He turned right, after they passed the airport, leaping over a low wall and landing in sand. He ran for the sea, but stopped- turning left, people. Right- people. Behind him was the woman. He spun, drawing his blade and taking deep breaths. With on hand he held in out in front of him, wind whipping at his black coat. Sweat came down from under his mask, ran along the side of his nose and down his cheek. He wasn't exhausted- by he had just fought about twenty people and ran several miles so...he felt the burn. He would stare at her, waiting until she was positioned in front of him.
"You are persistent, aren't you."
His voice had little inflection available with the modifiers, but it was there, giving her the idea of being both impressed and irritated that she didn't just stop and let him go. Of course, he was also intrigued- she might make a good candidate...might. Time would tell.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Aug 24, 2013 17:11:42 GMT -8
They eventually came to the beach, where citizens were in abounds. Most were wrapping up the days work fishing, beaching their boats above high tide to be able to launch them tomorrow morning. Seeing nowhere for him to run, the man in the mask spun around to face her, drawing his sword on her.
Several citizens backed away from the area with a cry, giving the pair a wide berth. Delilah raised an eyebrow, breath coming a little hard from between her lips and sweat shining on her forehead and collarbone. Her hands went to her knife at her side.
"You are persistent, aren't you."
Delilah gave a quiet chuckle, a smirk pulling up at her pink lips. Her lead foot shuffled forward through the sand a little. "That's one word to describe me.
"Who are you?"
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Post by David B. on Aug 24, 2013 17:25:32 GMT -8
He watched her stop, her stance. She had a weapon....of course. Why wouldn't she? As she would shuffle a little forward he took another step back. Making sure he was aware of his surroundings, he was about ten Feet from the water, and had no direct avenue of escape. So he would play along- to try and keep her mind busy, keep her from attacking. Fighting this woman was not on his list of things to do today.
"Michael. Who are you?"
He kept his stance nuetral but he was coiled like a snake- prepped in case she decided to throw something or launch an attack. Plus- if he kept on her good side, perhaps she would work out, in the end.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Aug 24, 2013 17:38:26 GMT -8
She continued to match positions with him, ready to move at a moments notice should he try to run again, or to grab someone as a hostage. But she remained calm-- already her breath was back in her throat.
"Delilah. Why did you run from me, earlier?"
Blue eyes stayed unsettlingly on his, cautious, yet predatory.
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Post by David B. on Aug 24, 2013 17:44:35 GMT -8
He gestured with the sword at her Crow patch.
"You're one of them. Black hair, strong, aggressive to intrusion, protective- your the Delilah Black, yes? I assumed there was some law against or punishment for putting your troops under. Im not a fan of laws or punishments."
He would glance over his shoulder and turn his eyes back immediately following.
"Ill be in touch."
He turned and ran for the ocean- his feet hit water, causing little splashes, but he kept running on the surface, sprinting hard for the horizon. He had her name and rank- he'd find her and bring her in. She was fearless and strong- he would see what would come of her.
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