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Post by Nirvana on Jun 22, 2017 23:06:02 GMT -8
When we last left our heroes, The Dogs of War had destroyed the front wall of the massive, three story fun house that Gus and Styx had been using as a base of operations. Currently, on the roof, Gus is tied up with Sombra, El Temerario, Sombra and Fitch. On his side, Gus has clown minions and Styx, the man possessed by the soul of a demon champion. They would feel the explosion.
Gus The Bust: Motherfuckers!
TPK and Zany would scatter from the scene for whatever reason. Back on the ground Lilith is standing over the dead body of Incognito while the Dogs of War clean up the scene, taking out clown and cartel member both. Nirvana is using his fists to take clowns out, back to back with Aguardente Ayano who is spitting fire. Zoe is off in the distance with the rest of the group, fighting clowns.
Inside, Mya is hidden deep within the heart of the second floor, tied back to back with Junior.
[MEANWHILE]
On the midway a massive timebomb has appeared in front of the Ferris wheel. The Carny Pro Wrestling roster members not at the scene of the Fun House attack surround the timebomb. The time bomb ticks away, and it appears as if the only way to disable the bomb is to cut the wires, located twenty feet off the ground, but easily reachable by using the Ferris Wheel.
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RESCUE MYA, KILL GUS AND DISABLE THE TIME BOMB.
THERE ARE THREE GUS THE BUSTS. ONE ON THE ROOF OF THE FUN HOUSE. ONE GUARDING MYA. ONE PROTECTING THE FUN HOUSE.
THE MASK PROTECTS STYX. HE CAN BE DISABLED, BUT NOT KILLED.
EVENT DEADLINE IS JUNE 28th, 2017
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Post by tpk on Jun 23, 2017 13:30:55 GMT -8
TPK looks around at all the mayhem unfolding around him, part of him wonders just what he'd gotten himself into, another felt oddly at home with all of it. Suddenly his phone beeps, and he casually glances at it.
TPK:Fuck!
An evil fun house clown runs up on TPK, and grabs his shoulder. TPK, rips his throat out and returns his focus back to his cell phone
TPK: My IHOP locator just went off, I'd love to stick around but uh...fuckin waffles!
The Psycho walks to a nearby car that's occupied by a cartel member, and knocks on the window. The driver rolls down the window, a puzzled expression dons his face. TPK asks for a gun, and unwisely the cartel goon obliges. TPK shoots him in the face, opens the door, and dumps his body out of the car before getting behind the wheel.
TPK: Should not have worn the red shirt...
TPK quips as he drives off into the distance, visions of IHOP dancing happily in his head. [/]
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Post by Anna on Jun 23, 2017 17:09:48 GMT -8
The head of a clown collides with the console of the farris wheel controls before its greasepainted owner falls with a thud.
PuppetLiza Seldonganger cringes over the sight as PuppetTiger stood victorious over top of him. She knows she shouldn't judge--her twin did kinda kill thousands of people in three different campaigns--but she still felt a little strange about him. He was different, but a different kind of different. Where as PuppetLisa stood out with her iron clad will and a blossoming hatred for humans, PuppetTiger doesn't seem to know what separates humans from Puppets. He doesn't even seem to care about that. His main worry remains the man he now called Big Tiger. The answers to his questions lay within a masked madman.
"Hii haz a purpose."
That's what Anna said. But it didn't make much sense. PuppetLiza sighs. Her master always did things for a reason, even as it wasn't obvious at first. And besides, there is no time for that. Getting a hold of the controls, she stops the first carriage, dealing with the stunned passengers inside.
"Um, hello. I think it's best if you leave now..."
Meanwhile, the Gus on top of the Funhouse laughs.
"Ah, yes. The Time Lord."
Anna Mathews takes a deep breath and says nothing. Her head is trying to pick up a psychic connection with someone on her side. The Carny side. It's a pain in the ass being the one who knows what could happen and not being able to tell anyone. She couldn't take it anymore.
But the main reason she was on the roof was the bomb. Sure, everyone could charge in and save Mya. But what good is that if they end up dead anyway?
The good news is she knows a way to figure out what wires to cut. The bad news is that it takes a good headbutt to get the information. And since the rest of the candidates are inside...
Roof Gus charges. The fight is on.
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Post by Nirvana on Jun 23, 2017 17:45:44 GMT -8
Roof Gus charges into a punch to the nuts. Roof Gus goes down, but three clown guard pop into existence around him. Styx takes a defensive stance, ready to fight. The massive muscle man, clad in spikes and leather, looks more suited for Mad Max than Carny Pro.
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Post by Anna on Jun 23, 2017 19:25:40 GMT -8
Anna looks at the the clowns and to Styx. She's about to say something about forgetting they were there (that's how dispensible clowns are) when she take a look at Styx's mask. No doubt that it's exactly the same as the one she saw on Mya. The aura is just strange.
The Time Lord looks at Finch, The Sombras (two for some reason), and El Tara--Turi...Weems lucha thing. A better idea springs a kernel. She focuses in on the four. Her voice resounds in their heads.
Watever joo guise do, do NAWT go after tha road warrior misfit. Hii's mine.
A kick to Gus' balls. The clowns come after her but hit nothing at all as she teleport-kicks Styx in the head.
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Post by Hearst on Jun 23, 2017 19:53:53 GMT -8
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh............."
A single whisper hissed across the fun house grounds, and while the chaos raged around them, it was like the air grew colder and sleep set in, the eyes of the clown guards and cartel growing heavy until they could not be held open anymore. A slow pace of footsteps followed onto the rooftop.
Perhaps that psychic link had met a mark, after all.
Devin Hearst chuckled, "The Dogs can hunt on their own."
Dressed in a white button-up shirt with rolled-up sleeves, a black tie and black dress slacks, Hearst looked upon the scene of pure catastrophe with an off-putting familiarity. He had spoke about his "other job" for years in ambiguous language, but there was joy in this moment.
"I don't normally get to work out in public like this, but my employers have let this gone on long enough."
Pointing a tattooed finger out toward the fun house, Hearst closed his eyes, before opening them again to a completely different visage. Where once was a dark brown, now stood golden amber eyes, deep pupils almost snake-like in appearance. They had always wondered how he got the nickname "The Seven-Headed Beast".
Tonight, they'd realize "Devin" was the alias.
"We stop the bomb. We save the girl."
He thought a terrible thought.
And then I peel the mask off of his face.....
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Post by Nirvana on Jun 23, 2017 20:28:48 GMT -8
Anna looks at the the clowns and to Styx. She's about to say something about forgetting they were there (that's how dispensible clowns are) when she take a look at Styx's mask. No doubt that it's exactly the same as the one she saw on Mya. The aura is just strange. The Time Lord looks at Finch, The Sombras (two for some reason), and El Tara--Turi...Weems lucha thing. A better idea springs a kernel. She focuses in on the four. Her voice resounds in their heads. Watever joo guise do, do NAWT go after tha road warrior misfit. Hii's mine. A kick to Gus' balls. The clowns come after her but hit nothing at all as she teleport-kicks Styx in the head. Styx takes a head kick. He bounces backwards but then flings himself into Anna in hopes his spikes damage her. A clown comes from behind and attempts to hit Anna with a pipe.
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Post by Anna on Jun 24, 2017 7:34:45 GMT -8
Sensing the change of atmosphere makes Anna smirk a little. Yes, it tastes bitter like more bad things will happen down the road. But thank fuck, things are finally getting exciting.
*THWACK!*
The clown connects with his pipe shot. He goes for another one, but gets his foot stepped on and a roaring elbow to his face for the trouble. The pipe goes flying up in the air and Styx rams Anna, spikes and all. And yeah, it may have hurt some. But there's a silver lining to this.
Dumass klosed the disstance.
She starts falling from the force, but not before grabbing onto that damn mask. If it won't pop off, it'll at least keep her semi-upright just enough to headbutt the hell out of him...
Meanwhile, the ferris wheel has been all but abandoned except for the two Puppets standing on top of a carriage. The wires of the massive bomb are right in front of them. They stand there, waiting for some information. At least one of them doesn't seem to like the waiting so much as PuppetTiger sighs.
"I should be trying to find Mya."
He doesn't know who exactly Mya Denton-King is. What the little guy ultimately understands, however, is the torment the entire situation gives to TMR. He feels her kidnapping as being the shove that ultimately drove Big Tiger to shatter. Being away from his tigress and his cub didn't exactly help matters. Maybe that's where the ache was coming from? Save the Mya girl, allow Big Tiger to go back to his streak. Everything will be okay. But PuppetTiger's heart kept beating and sitting in that weird room with the cousin that didn't have his face suggested that wasn't the complete story.
As he ponders this, PuppetTiger absent mindedly claws at a wire.
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Post by Hearst on Jun 24, 2017 8:37:06 GMT -8
Leaping into the air, Hearst drives his knee into the jaw of a clown with a resounding crack! The serpentine-eyed Dog of War then spun, heel kicking another with such force that the painted-faced fool flipped sideways, landing on his neck.
Hearst smiled the entire time. He entered into the fun house, wacky twists and tricks abound. It was quiet, save for the audio reel of carnival music and warped sound effects, built for distraction. There was no distracting the Beast, however. Hearst stepped lightly, inked hand in his slacks pocket. Perhaps he didn't notice the squadron of clowns emerging from the smoke and the surprises?
Maybe he didn't care?
Hearst pulled from his pocket a pack of smokes and a silver lighter, pulling out one cigarette and lighting it in his lips. He took a long drag, letting the smoke waft out like ghosts in a haunted house.
"Now."
The lights, however few there were, extinguished immediately. It was only a passing second, enough to bother the eyes, but as the lights reactivated, the problem became much clearer. Surrounding the clowns that surrounded Hearst were more figures in black suits, each wearing a plain white mask that stared still and dead into the now horrified eyes of the circus folks.
The screams could be heard from outside.
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Post by Mariano Fernandez on Jun 24, 2017 15:28:37 GMT -8
The entrance to the fun house looks completely deserted, nothing but the chilly wind and the silent night around. On the inside of the bottom floor, two clowns stand guard, casually chatting to each other - and grinning devilishly at the thought of what's in store for Mya Denton and Junior at the clutches of Gus The Bust.
They cannot be prepared, however, for the thunderous sound that comes next."FUS RO DAH!!!"The massive fun house gate is completely blown off, crushing the clowns under its weight, and in steps Mariano Fernandez, dressed up in a studded leather armor and a horned helmet, brandishing a gigantic battleaxe.
Mariano: "Hey yo, evil clowns. SAY HELLO... TO DA #TROLL GUY!" Barely managing to crawl out from underneath the rubble of what used to be the fun house gate, the two clowns charge at Mariano, only for the latter to take both out with two respective swings of his axe.
Mariano: "Now let's go send these clowns to Oblivion, mang." Busting open the next door with his battleaxe, he makes his way to a dark hallway. Treading carefully looking in all directions, he finds nothing - however feels a strange presence. Midway through it, he hears an eerie creaking behind him. Turning around, he's right on time to parry a clown's knife thrust, the blade bare inches away from his eyes.
Mariano: " ZUN HAAL VIIK!" The knife flies away from the now stupefied clown, at which Mariano bashes him with the shaft of his axe, doubling him over, and heaving his axe through the air, cleaves his head off.
Mariano: "Survey says, ONE MORE... for DA #TROLL GUY." Another door stands in Mariano's way. Kicking it open, he comes across a large, amphiteatre-like arena, giving it a terrifying atmosphere with dim, red lighting and creepy clown art. A set of double doors at the far end of the amphiteatre reveals a stairway leading to the second floor, but as Mariano finds himself in the center of the arena, the bone-chilling sound of evil cackles and screams of a legion of evil clowns pouring from every imaginable corner make him realize he's completely surrounded. As the interminable clown closes in, Mariano twirls his massive axe over his head, making a singing song as it cuts the air around its motions.
Mariano: "Alright, mang. Now THIS is what I like." (Shouting within everyone in earshot) "HEY YO! Y'all chicos save them hostages, I'll keep these milk-drinkers off your back!" With a maniacal laughter, the clowns charge towards Mariano, who willingly charges back. Mariano: "Here we go, mang! FREEDOM OR SOVNGARDE!" With a thunderous sound, Mariano's axe sinks on the side of the first clown to approach him, and with swift cuts, one-two, one-two, dodge and riposte, the demonic army of clowns begins dropping like flies.
Mariano: "Haah! Hooh! HYYYYYYAAAAAAH!" Mariano cuts a bloody swath through the legion of clowns, a mountain of clown corpses piled up beneath his feet, but the infernal minions keep flooding him. Having enough, Mariano takes a deep breath, issuing another Shout with all the power of Skyrim.
"FUS RO DAH!!!"
The power of Mariano's Thu'um flings the demonic bozos in all directions. A large behemoth of a clown is knocked back by his Unrelenting Force, and Mariano sees his chance.
Mariano: "RRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGH!!!" With all his might, Mariano jams his battleaxe into the clown's forehead, the latter crashing down onto the floor. Mariano clutches his axe, trying to wrench it free, but at that point, another cackle, shriller than all the others, echoes throughout the arena... "HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"And as Mariano turns around, Gus the Bust is right in front of him, eyes glowing with evil and a sinister grin plastered on his infernal visage. Not having time to go back to his axe, Mariano takes out the golden, runed warhammer hanging from his waist.Mariano: " FOR SIGMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!!!" As he lifts the warhammer up, it begins shining with a fey blue light...
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Post by Nirvana on Jun 25, 2017 18:08:33 GMT -8
The time bomb ticks down as Puppet TMR climbs his way to the bomb. On the roof Styx goes to punch Anna.
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Post by Buck U on Jun 26, 2017 7:57:39 GMT -8
A pair of eyes watch the chaos from the shadows. They took a special interest in the battle between Anna and Styx above on the roof.
"Shall we, Pollux?"
"Yes, Castor, it's time we entered the fray."
The eyes disappeared back into the dark.
Moments later a pair of clowns walk past the darkened corner. A cracking sound causes them to turn. Fireballs coming flying out of the darkness catching them full force to their faces. The clowns begin to scream but their cries are silenced as Jack Talbot and Reptilian leap from the shadows and take them down. Tiger Mask Red and Holly Hammerstein step out of the darkness and watch the Monsters finish their work. Tiger turns to his sister.
TMR: I need to move forward on my own, stay with these two and guard the perimeter. If I do not return within two hours, consider me lost.
Holly doesn't have a chance to answer. A group of clowns come rushing to their brothers' aid. Grinning wildly, Holly charges them with her specially made hockey stick and start swinging. The razor sharp, metal blade sliced through the clowns like a hot knife through butter. Soon they were all lying in the dirt, surrounded in severed limbs and moaning in agony. Satisfied with her handy work, Holly turned to speak with her brother, but he was gone.
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Post by hammerstein on Jun 27, 2017 7:06:35 GMT -8
Gus The Bust: Miss me, boys?
El Temerario cannot believe his eyes. He couldn't decide if the reappearance of Gus was time travel or demonic black magic. Whatever it was, all Temerario knew was that he had to be destroyed, once and for all.
Temerario charges Gus, but as soon as his fingertips touch Gus’s clown collar, they both disappear in a poof of confetti and streamers.
Temerario opens his eyes and sees not Gus the Bust, but a waiter in a tuxedo.
“Sir, what would you like to drink?”
The luchador looks at the waiter, confused.
“What?”
Before the waiter can repeat his question, a voice Temerario hoped he would never hear again interrupts.
“Bring him a glass of water, lots of ice.”
Temerario looks across the table and sees his former manager, Manuel Villalobos. Temerario reaches under his mask and rubs his eyes.
“What the hell are you doing here? What the hell am I doing here? WHERE THE HELL IS HERE?”
The waiter tries to calm the excited luchador.
“Señor, I must ask you to calm yourself, or I'll be forced to ask you to…..to…..enjoy, um, your meal, Señor.”
The waiter turns and walks away quickly. Temerario scratches his head, then turns back to Villalobos.
“What do you want with me? I fired you.”
Villalobos waves his comment off.
“No, you busted a guitar over my head, which in retrospect, I may or may not have deserved. But I consider that all water under the bridge. Look I know you're going through something you don't understand. I want to help you make sense of what's going on. Even tell you the solution to all this.”
Temerario slams his fist on the table.
“How in the hell can you make me understand?”
Villalobos grins.
“I'll tell you. But first...we eat!”
Time passes at what seems like light speed. Food is eaten. Wine is drank. Villalobos tells Temerario stories of the dark carnival, stories far different than the ones he had heard. Stories of the masks holding the demon, and how they were stolen. Temerario almost begins to lose himself in the stories, before finally coming to his senses.
“Dammit, Manuel, enough! Enough with the food and drink. Enough with the stories. You told me you had a solution to this. Tell me….NOW!”
Villalobos pushes his plate away, finishes his glass of wine then smiles.
“It's not that hard, Temerario. It’s really quite simple. Why, it's as plain as the nose on your face.
Join the dark carnival.”
Temerario is incensed. He pushes his chair back, knocking the bottle of wine over, splashing it onto Villalobos’ suit and tie. The manager grabs a linen napkin and begins to wipe the wine from his clothes. As he wipes the wine away, the gray color of the lapel of his coat gives way to a bright yellow, and the maroon of his tie transforms to red with yellow polka dots. Villalobos looks up at Temerario and Temerario’s blood runs cold as his former manager’s face has transformed to that of Gus the Bust.
“Like I said as plain as the nose yadda yadda yadda.”
Temerario stumbles backwards, not over tables with fine linen and restaurant patrons, but of wooden folding chairs inside the carnival tent. Gus giggles a bit at Temerario’s reaction, then turns serious.
“I've had my eye on you for years, kid, ever since your old man died defeating us. See, he beat me down pretty bad. He almost killed me. But he was so unaccustomed to his power that he overextended himself, he got weak, and I took him. I took his life. I took his soul. Then I took over Manuel’s body. See Manny and your pops were buddies, and your dad’s final words were asking Manny to look after you and your mom. But, well, I had a little different idea. I would keep you under my thumb, dominate and rule over you and Rosita until the time was right to give you the recruiting speech. See the plan was to mold you into the kind of guy that would be happy to achieve this level of power, and you were getting close. But then you had to go and become A FREE MAN. So now here we are. And, since it's obvious that the recruitment speech won't work, let's just go for the hard sell. Boys….
Two huge clowns walk into the tent dragging Temerario’s mother with them. The luchador face loses all color.
“MAMA!”
Temerario tries to go to his mother's aid, but Gus steps in front of him and waves a finger in his face.
“No no no, Temerario. I need you to focus on me and my words. You have two choices.
One, you can join the dark carnival, and I will give you power, wealth, and authority that you could only dream of. And I'll take care of your mommy.
Two, you refuse, I make you watch as I slowly peel the flesh from your mommy alive. Then I really make her suffer. And then I kill you and take your soul to the sideshow where you, your Papi, and Abuelo can suffer for eternity.
I mean, think about it. It's really an easy….”
Temerario’s mother cuts him off.
“Hijo, Acuérdate de las palabras del Salvador: ¿Qué aprovechará al hombre si ganare el mundo entero y pierda su alma? ¡Sé fuerte, hijo! Resistid al diablo, y huirá de vosotros.”
(Son, remember the Savior’s words: For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? Be strong, son! Resist the devil and he will flee from you.)
Temerario smiles at his mother, though it's obvious tears are running down his cheeks, because he knows the ramifications of what he's about to do.
“I will never join the dark carnival. I am El Temerario and I am a free man.”
Temerario looks to his mother.
“Mamá, te quiero. Te veré pronto en el Cielo.”
(Mamá, I love you. I will see you in Heaven soon.)
Gus’ eyes burn red with anger. He snaps his fingers and the huge clowns rip his mother in half. Enraged, Temerario grabs Gus by the ears and rips his head from his shoulders. He turns his attention to the clowns that murdered his mother, but they disappear. Temerario kneels beside his mother's body. He removes her wedding and and puts it on his crucifix necklace. He stands and turns to leave the tent, but is caught off guard by a punch that sends him flying from the tent.
Temerario doesn't even get to his feet before he is hit again. Temerario looks up and sees Styx standing over him. Temerario kips up, but Styx catches him around the neck with his left hand. Styx leaps high in the air, Temerario in tow, then slams him into the ground. Styx holds Temerario on the ground by his throat and begins raining punches down on the luchador’s head. Temerario tries to fight back, but he's never faced anyone or anything this strong. Blow after blow comes down on Temerario, who continues to fight back. A mighty blow from Styx rips through Temerario’s mask, tearing the flesh across his forehead. Styx pulls Temerario up off the ground and into the air and readies himself to land the killing strike.
“I want everyone to see this,” Styx hisses before leaping up onto the top of the funhouse. Styx picks the barely conscious luchador up by the neck and pulls his right hand back, preparing for the deathstrike, but is hit in the back of the head by something. Styx drops Temerario and turns to see a disembodied clown’s head.
“What the Fuck?!”
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Post by Mariano Fernandez on Jun 27, 2017 7:09:58 GMT -8
Back in the Fun House, Gus The Bust has parried Mariano's warhammer with a lead pipe. Mariano is left wide open for a brief moment, at which Gus manages to kick him in the mid-section, tumbling him back, but before he can follow up, Mariano drives his hammer to Gus' right shoulder, making him recoil in pain.
Mariano: "FOR THE EMPIRE!"
Another hit by Mariano to Gus lands in his chest, staggering him, but Gus is quick to recover, swinging his lead pipe against Mariano's hammer.
*CLANG!*
The two weapons clash against each other, sparks flying as neither wielder can overpower the other. Mariano, however, goes for a wild, primal headbutt.
Mariano: "RRRRRAGH!"
Gus staggers back, clutching his face, finding out he has been bloodied by Mariano's savage strength. Charging at Mariano with brutal fury, he goes for Mariano's face with a two-handed swing, Manny barely able to contain it. Gus's onslaught doesn't give Mariano time to contain the barrage of blows Gus continues to hit at him, eventually getting overpowered. A lead pipe to the stomach doubles Mariano over, and a follow up shot to Mariano's back makes him sink to a knee.
"HEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Gus circles the downed Mariano, grinning maniacally, lifting the lead pipe over his head, licking his lips for the final blow. Mariano looks at his dropped hammer, close to his right hand, and just as Gus is about to land, he instinctively manages to block his incoming doom with his hammer.
Mariano: "Sigmar... wills it!"
The fey, pale glow of the hammer intensifies, lighting brighter and brighter, until a blue flash erupts around the room, blinding the hellspawned clown. In a desperate swing, with all remaining strength left, Mariano's warhammer connects with Gus the Bust's skull, jolts of blue lightning crackling though Gus's body, and after an inhuman scream, and a final explosion, Gus the Bust is no more.
Rising with difficulty after the titanic battle, Mariano holds up the hammer above his head, letting out a mighty battlecry.
Mariano: "FOR HELDENHAMMER!"
Putting the warhammer back at his waist, he approaches the unlucky clown whose skull his battleaxe jammed in, and finally yanks it free, slinging it behind his back.
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Post by Anna on Jun 27, 2017 7:55:40 GMT -8
Anna laughs at Styx's befuddlement as he turns around. Remember that pipe that started hurtling towards the sky? It's fucking back now, landing directly into Anna's hand. She proceeds to bend it like a boomerang and throw the bastard toward Styx's right knee. It connects, natch. The pain courses through Styx's leg but with him being possessed by evil spirits and all, it sure as hell doesn't stop him from fighting. It does stop that slow as shit punch from happening though. The distraction is enough for the Time Lord to rear back and deliver a monstrous headbutt. The type that would make Shibata cringe at the sound of it. It's a necessary evil to copy/paste from a human mind and hurt the masked asshole... "WHAT DID YOU DOOOOOOOO? WHAT ARE YOU DOIIIIIIIING?" PuppetLiza is literally floating after PuppetTiger about to give him a talking to as he climbs towards the bomb. "We could've gotten killed!" Her muffled voice is high and it seems to echo across the grounds. The little Tiger's is soft in sound, but firm in its conviction. "We could've. But we didn't." He finally reaches the bombs just as a cerebral download prompt is being shown. Of course he says yes to it. I can do this. I can help Big Tiger. I can help Mya. I can save the world. PuppetLiza sighs seeing no way to break him out of his newfound bravado. He comes very close to slipping and falling back to the ground below, but carefully reaches the bomb. Staring at that bomb with all those colored wires, PuppetTiger knows that he has his work cut out for him. The claws come out and he begins... The headbutt rocked Styx. It also angered him. This anger triggers a series of moves. The fight beyond this point is like a Dragon Ball Z fight. You know, the type where you as like Krillan or Yamcha or Tien stare at amazement at what looks like absolutely nothing, but you can feel the energy that comes from to overpowered entities. The megaton punch Styx tried to use was either him underestimating the lithe female or simply lulling her into a false sense of security. In either case, the pretensions are gone now. His full rage is on display as his eyes glow under the mask. Styx manages to get Anna with a knee and is about to deliver a finishing blow. But the pipe boomerang (boomerpipe?) comes back! With a little "help" from the Queen of the Dodos. It strikes the left knee, causing him to go into berserker mode. A spinning backfist sends Anna hurtling to Earth! She smiles and teleports. Styx spins around, expecting her to do the same thing twice. From above, Anna smiles. "Bang."
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