The Hunter
Specter Fortress Rooftop
The explosives flew a bit, but not enough. They set off a chain reaction- the roof was in shambles now. Rough concrete, patches leading into the fortress below- if this machine kept it up, he would no doubt collapse the roof. And that wasn't very good. Or was it? The machine was heavily damaged already. A deadly fall, perhaps even into the furnace, would disable it for good. Of course, the Hunter would have to figure out how to get it without letting any of his allies fall to an untimely demise. Unlike him, they wouldn't wake up in the Hunter's Dream.
Well, he assumed. If they didn't end up as a mess of bones, flesh, or mechanical bits by the end of this it was a victory in his book.
He returned the Holy Blade to his back, unlocking it back into a simple one handed sword. He didn't have a good shot from here, not to mention the warship's watchful eye pretty much insisted he keep moving. No different from a beast. Just more metal than flesh. It was then he heard a voice- Bolt had joined him on his little piece of land. They were being boxed in, and that they had to move. "Aye, this ain't my first hunt Bolt. And I don't plan on makin' it my last." The automaton also wished to be launched at the clock's machine, though that idea had to be shelved. Because it was rearing to fire again.
"Let's move-" The Hunter scanned for decent footing. "-There!" He pointed the sword towards an untouched part of the roof, not far from them. Too far to jump, though some tenuous footholds would help the two reach it. That beam shot out again, quickly approaching the Hunter's and Elec Man's position.
The Hunter had already hopped towards the first foothold, the shaky ground beginning to wane under the Hunter's feet. "Let's move, Bolt!" He shouted to his robot companion, hopping towards the next bit of solid ground.
But Bolt already had his own plans, firing off a electric blast at the battleship. And a crackling sound from above it- As the Doomslayer ripped himself free of his prison. Which was good! No more death beams. He clawed his way out and fired upon the failing mecha, tearing away metal. All the whilst he made his way to that solid bit of roof.
The Hunter had missed the memo apparently, because everyone else had begun firing upon the warship, blowing it into a flurry of flames and sparks. Though the Hunter squinted- a purple figure emerged from the machine as it spiraled towards Specter's barrier.
"Oi!" The Hunter shouted. "He's getting away!" He attempted to reach the flaming wreck and the escaping clock, but he was far too late. The warship exploded in a glorious blaze, and the clock was gone.
"Oh, bugger."
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Raiden
The Way to Camelot Castle
Even Shantae herself didn't have a proper explanation. Aside from dancing being the trigger for transformation as opposed to a command. Maybe he could answer it after all.
"If I had to guess-"
Raiden quickly lost his train of thought to something disquieting said by Tony. He had seen something in the jump caused by the crystals. Numerous world ending scenarios: hell on earth, armies eradicated in a single blow, and billions dying to an encroaching darkness. And one most personal to Tony, watching his own friend disappear, fading to dust in the wind. Not pretty sights. Shantae and Ruby were completely caught off guard, falling silent.
Raiden thought about it for a moment.
"Stark. I can't say that I've seen anything so horrific or terrible. Nor have I lost my greatest ally through them being turned to dust. But we can't save everyone- no one can. Those events were possibly set in stone in worlds we can't even touch, or ever reach. They may have already happened." Raiden wasn't sure of how those universes fared, but considering what had happened to them it couldn't have been good. "As for your friend, and if it hasn't happened- Well, I can't tell you how to approach that. You could attempt everything to prevent it, and possibly succeed or fail. Or you could write it off as nothing but a terrible vision, some kind of nightmare. I suppose there's no good way to approach it."
There really was no good way to go at it. If he tried to stop it and failed, then everything he did was for naught. If he tried to stop it and succeeded, he'd fear it occurring again. And if he did nothing about it- it'd always be there, nagging at his mind. And then if it happened, then suddenly he'd feel the guilt of doing nothing to prevent it. Raiden just couldn't find an answer for Tony.
He'd just have to find that answer himself.
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Jetstream Sam
Forest
Nanashi explained what a demon was. They plagued Tokyo, apparently. Curious, almost as if hell and the earth had inched too close to each other. Demons were so prevalent, a career in exclusively hunting them down had formed. It was all very interesting stuff, though the most interesting thing to Samuel was the fact demons could be "tamed" or at the least converted to the sides of humanity, willing to fight their own kind. They could even be summoned out of a smart-phone! Nanashi truly had marvelled Sam, right up to the summoning.
"Well, that certainly seems useful. Not to mention curious." He glanced at the spiny little demon Nanashi had summoned for his explanation, giving it a wave and a smile. It was somewhat cute, though appearances could've been deceiving. But there was rift opening. Sam had gotten a bit used to it at this point, following the shirtless one falling from the sky. But he didn't expect to see those folks again when he turned his head. "Oh, pardon me Nanashi. These fellows..."
He walked towards the strictly new arrivals, though familiar with their mug. "Well look who decided to show up, eh? Movie Star and the Turtle. Why, we're almost all back together. With a few new additions, of course." He did take to a moment to rub his chin in recollection. "We're missing that pilot and strange cyborg...But those fellows are easy to replace."
He turned towards Nanashi again. "Well, these fellows are strange ones, but we know them. Fierce looking, right?" He smiled another toothy smile, though it wasn't as if that were uncommon at this point.
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Sarah
Forest w/ Team Lora
"Wait. You know this guy?" Sarah was a little surprised. He certainly didn't look like he came from where Robin and Lucina came from. Like, not at all. Unless they were larpers or something. Which considering that Robin had fired off real magic, she doubted.
If she squinted really hard, maybe they'd look similar. They called him Falcon, maybe a last name or something? They also spoke of a tournament...Which confused Sarah even more. So these guys went off to tournaments? Could princesses just do that? Could "grandmasters" do that?
They went on to introduce him as Captain Douglas Falcon, which served to further confuse her.
"Uh, how the heck do you know this guy? He's dressed nothing like you two."
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Kiran
Camelot Castle
Kiran didn't respond to what Percival had told him, only nodding in response. Of course he would be respectful. King or not, it was just the right thing to do. Caliburn had to be a royal adviser or something similar to that. I mean, she spoke of this man without a title...which seemed odd.
But then, Kiran was somewhat surprised. That was the first entire sentence Bro had spoke. I mean, it was to be assumed that he could speak- he did say his name and the name of the puppet earlier -but that was a whole sentence, a whole sentence! Well, it was some sort of progress. Said sentence concerned the kid Sir Percival was detaining. And while Kiran didn't like to see government as corrupt, he did have to question what the kid did to get a sword at his throat.
"Um, yeah, if you don't mind me asking, how did this kid end up getting arrested? I mean- he couldn't have done something too bad, right?"
As he asked this, he was glancing at the town they were passing through- a quaint and colorful little village. There were more that looked like Percival, though there were humans in their midst! All was well- Waaaait. Kiran squinted at their ears. They had points to them...elves? Oh boy, this was really getting weird.
Kiran did notice something about Bro as well. His shirt- it had been cut in some places. It seems there had to been a bit of a struggle, not to mention he had heard it as well. Hopefully Percival would answer his question, right before the kid was thrown in front of the king. Surely he was a merciful man.
Or a tyrant of the likes of many kings of old. But hopefully the former.
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Priscilla, Jackson, Quint
"Base", Goldenwalk
Jackson fell backwards, a large gash left on his chest from the scythe, blood staining his shirt. He grit his teeth, but didn't seem entirely freaked out about it- more of an annoyance to him. Still gripping the pistol, he went in to try again, Quint still watching from afar. But then? Something bizarre happened. Lucario's assault made it stumble, Thor brought his axe down on a swinging tendril, chopping it off.
And then, the fleshy gray material receded into a blond-haired man. He begged for mercy, saying how he was lost, couldn't control that thing- Jackson wasn't still going to pistol whip him, but he certainly wasn't about to put down his weapon and guard. "Look, you may be lost like these guys- and maybe we might've helped you if you approached us any other way, but you said it yourself. We don't need some unstable monster running about, pretty boy or not."
And from the base emerged Priscilla, toting the shotgun. "Where is it?! Where did it go!?" Her vision scoured the "battlefield", though she only saw the exposed Sawyer. "...And who's this guy?"
Jackson, briefly distracted by Priscilla's outburst, turned back to Sawyer. "After all, we seem to have enough loose cannons already. My advice buddy? Just lay low, but not with us." He tapped Sawyer on the shoulder with the pistol. "Go on. Get out of here."
---x---
Silver Scythe
Goldenwalk Streets
The Scythe did not understand as to what point this vigilante was chatting with her. She wished to know what her scythe was constructed of. "That is none of your concern."
Truth be told, it certainly wasn't normal steel and definitely not silver. It was an experimental alloy that had been released to select crowds. And by select crowds, it was small countries who paid hand over fist for this type of stuff. How the Scythe had acquired the tech was a different question altogether, and definitely not something she would outright tell anyone.
Her suit, under fire from the plasma shots, was scorched but remained structurally sound. Similar to her scythe, it was also made of experimental technology. Heat resistant, though her exposed jaw made that somewhat pointless. Her helmet was purely stylistic. They hadn't gotten their hands on a helmet yet.
The web-flinging vigilante had thrown herself upwards. The Scythe would have to get creative in dealing with that one- though she had plenty of material to work with around. Carving a plate of metal out of the truck, she threw it, almost like a discus, towards the ascending Gwen. And then another, thrown towards the firing Nathan. The idea was to distract him- and charge him whilst he dealt with the plate.
And indeed, she followed this plan. She ran at him, ready to carve him into two.
---x---
Cecil
Goldenwalk Business District
There was a voice in his ear piece. Ah, so he was here- good, good, backup was watching. He was sure these worthless pest would be dealt with, regardless. Though it was appreciated. "Understood, sir..."
Speaking of, said pests was upon him and his soldiers- the one in red and blue attempted to jam up his clawed hand. And he did- until another clawed hand emerged, tearing away the webbing. And as did another cannon, firing upon Spiderman in a flurry of lasers. As for Toph, he attempted to fire at her- But everything wasn't so easy.
You see, Toph's plan on the grappling soldier succeeded, the poor soldier crying out in pain as the earth shifted apart under them. And so Toph's plan was executed, a column of earth shot towards Cecil. He saw it coming, bracing his arms- two more mechanical appendages revealing themselves, and Cecil was quickly running out of appendages to back him up. Still, he fired another cannon shot at her- attempting to distract her earthbending.
And as this happened, Y split the earth, dividing the troops from one another. Their shots simply were absorbed by her frame, leaving her basically untouched. Meanwhile, the front lines fell like dominoes in a stack, the backlines retreating for cover. Some troops took it upon themselves to grab some wreckage to shield themselves- still, they lacked a lot of the firepower to successfully take out their foe. There was better weaponry in their cargo holds, but it took too long to set up at such short notice- they'd have to find a way to repel the quickly encroaching android, though likely the only one who possessed such technology at short notice was Cecil- and he was preoccupied.
It was quite clear that they may of bit off more than they could chew.
Specter Fortress Rooftop
The explosives flew a bit, but not enough. They set off a chain reaction- the roof was in shambles now. Rough concrete, patches leading into the fortress below- if this machine kept it up, he would no doubt collapse the roof. And that wasn't very good. Or was it? The machine was heavily damaged already. A deadly fall, perhaps even into the furnace, would disable it for good. Of course, the Hunter would have to figure out how to get it without letting any of his allies fall to an untimely demise. Unlike him, they wouldn't wake up in the Hunter's Dream.
Well, he assumed. If they didn't end up as a mess of bones, flesh, or mechanical bits by the end of this it was a victory in his book.
He returned the Holy Blade to his back, unlocking it back into a simple one handed sword. He didn't have a good shot from here, not to mention the warship's watchful eye pretty much insisted he keep moving. No different from a beast. Just more metal than flesh. It was then he heard a voice- Bolt had joined him on his little piece of land. They were being boxed in, and that they had to move. "Aye, this ain't my first hunt Bolt. And I don't plan on makin' it my last." The automaton also wished to be launched at the clock's machine, though that idea had to be shelved. Because it was rearing to fire again.
"Let's move-" The Hunter scanned for decent footing. "-There!" He pointed the sword towards an untouched part of the roof, not far from them. Too far to jump, though some tenuous footholds would help the two reach it. That beam shot out again, quickly approaching the Hunter's and Elec Man's position.
The Hunter had already hopped towards the first foothold, the shaky ground beginning to wane under the Hunter's feet. "Let's move, Bolt!" He shouted to his robot companion, hopping towards the next bit of solid ground.
But Bolt already had his own plans, firing off a electric blast at the battleship. And a crackling sound from above it- As the Doomslayer ripped himself free of his prison. Which was good! No more death beams. He clawed his way out and fired upon the failing mecha, tearing away metal. All the whilst he made his way to that solid bit of roof.
The Hunter had missed the memo apparently, because everyone else had begun firing upon the warship, blowing it into a flurry of flames and sparks. Though the Hunter squinted- a purple figure emerged from the machine as it spiraled towards Specter's barrier.
"Oi!" The Hunter shouted. "He's getting away!" He attempted to reach the flaming wreck and the escaping clock, but he was far too late. The warship exploded in a glorious blaze, and the clock was gone.
"Oh, bugger."
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Raiden
The Way to Camelot Castle
Even Shantae herself didn't have a proper explanation. Aside from dancing being the trigger for transformation as opposed to a command. Maybe he could answer it after all.
"If I had to guess-"
Raiden quickly lost his train of thought to something disquieting said by Tony. He had seen something in the jump caused by the crystals. Numerous world ending scenarios: hell on earth, armies eradicated in a single blow, and billions dying to an encroaching darkness. And one most personal to Tony, watching his own friend disappear, fading to dust in the wind. Not pretty sights. Shantae and Ruby were completely caught off guard, falling silent.
Raiden thought about it for a moment.
"Stark. I can't say that I've seen anything so horrific or terrible. Nor have I lost my greatest ally through them being turned to dust. But we can't save everyone- no one can. Those events were possibly set in stone in worlds we can't even touch, or ever reach. They may have already happened." Raiden wasn't sure of how those universes fared, but considering what had happened to them it couldn't have been good. "As for your friend, and if it hasn't happened- Well, I can't tell you how to approach that. You could attempt everything to prevent it, and possibly succeed or fail. Or you could write it off as nothing but a terrible vision, some kind of nightmare. I suppose there's no good way to approach it."
There really was no good way to go at it. If he tried to stop it and failed, then everything he did was for naught. If he tried to stop it and succeeded, he'd fear it occurring again. And if he did nothing about it- it'd always be there, nagging at his mind. And then if it happened, then suddenly he'd feel the guilt of doing nothing to prevent it. Raiden just couldn't find an answer for Tony.
He'd just have to find that answer himself.
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Jetstream Sam
Forest
Nanashi explained what a demon was. They plagued Tokyo, apparently. Curious, almost as if hell and the earth had inched too close to each other. Demons were so prevalent, a career in exclusively hunting them down had formed. It was all very interesting stuff, though the most interesting thing to Samuel was the fact demons could be "tamed" or at the least converted to the sides of humanity, willing to fight their own kind. They could even be summoned out of a smart-phone! Nanashi truly had marvelled Sam, right up to the summoning.
"Well, that certainly seems useful. Not to mention curious." He glanced at the spiny little demon Nanashi had summoned for his explanation, giving it a wave and a smile. It was somewhat cute, though appearances could've been deceiving. But there was rift opening. Sam had gotten a bit used to it at this point, following the shirtless one falling from the sky. But he didn't expect to see those folks again when he turned his head. "Oh, pardon me Nanashi. These fellows..."
He walked towards the strictly new arrivals, though familiar with their mug. "Well look who decided to show up, eh? Movie Star and the Turtle. Why, we're almost all back together. With a few new additions, of course." He did take to a moment to rub his chin in recollection. "We're missing that pilot and strange cyborg...But those fellows are easy to replace."
He turned towards Nanashi again. "Well, these fellows are strange ones, but we know them. Fierce looking, right?" He smiled another toothy smile, though it wasn't as if that were uncommon at this point.
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Sarah
Forest w/ Team Lora
"Wait. You know this guy?" Sarah was a little surprised. He certainly didn't look like he came from where Robin and Lucina came from. Like, not at all. Unless they were larpers or something. Which considering that Robin had fired off real magic, she doubted.
If she squinted really hard, maybe they'd look similar. They called him Falcon, maybe a last name or something? They also spoke of a tournament...Which confused Sarah even more. So these guys went off to tournaments? Could princesses just do that? Could "grandmasters" do that?
They went on to introduce him as Captain Douglas Falcon, which served to further confuse her.
"Uh, how the heck do you know this guy? He's dressed nothing like you two."
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Kiran
Camelot Castle
Kiran didn't respond to what Percival had told him, only nodding in response. Of course he would be respectful. King or not, it was just the right thing to do. Caliburn had to be a royal adviser or something similar to that. I mean, she spoke of this man without a title...which seemed odd.
But then, Kiran was somewhat surprised. That was the first entire sentence Bro had spoke. I mean, it was to be assumed that he could speak- he did say his name and the name of the puppet earlier -but that was a whole sentence, a whole sentence! Well, it was some sort of progress. Said sentence concerned the kid Sir Percival was detaining. And while Kiran didn't like to see government as corrupt, he did have to question what the kid did to get a sword at his throat.
"Um, yeah, if you don't mind me asking, how did this kid end up getting arrested? I mean- he couldn't have done something too bad, right?"
As he asked this, he was glancing at the town they were passing through- a quaint and colorful little village. There were more that looked like Percival, though there were humans in their midst! All was well- Waaaait. Kiran squinted at their ears. They had points to them...elves? Oh boy, this was really getting weird.
Kiran did notice something about Bro as well. His shirt- it had been cut in some places. It seems there had to been a bit of a struggle, not to mention he had heard it as well. Hopefully Percival would answer his question, right before the kid was thrown in front of the king. Surely he was a merciful man.
Or a tyrant of the likes of many kings of old. But hopefully the former.
-----
Priscilla, Jackson, Quint
"Base", Goldenwalk
Jackson fell backwards, a large gash left on his chest from the scythe, blood staining his shirt. He grit his teeth, but didn't seem entirely freaked out about it- more of an annoyance to him. Still gripping the pistol, he went in to try again, Quint still watching from afar. But then? Something bizarre happened. Lucario's assault made it stumble, Thor brought his axe down on a swinging tendril, chopping it off.
And then, the fleshy gray material receded into a blond-haired man. He begged for mercy, saying how he was lost, couldn't control that thing- Jackson wasn't still going to pistol whip him, but he certainly wasn't about to put down his weapon and guard. "Look, you may be lost like these guys- and maybe we might've helped you if you approached us any other way, but you said it yourself. We don't need some unstable monster running about, pretty boy or not."
And from the base emerged Priscilla, toting the shotgun. "Where is it?! Where did it go!?" Her vision scoured the "battlefield", though she only saw the exposed Sawyer. "...And who's this guy?"
Jackson, briefly distracted by Priscilla's outburst, turned back to Sawyer. "After all, we seem to have enough loose cannons already. My advice buddy? Just lay low, but not with us." He tapped Sawyer on the shoulder with the pistol. "Go on. Get out of here."
---x---
Silver Scythe
Goldenwalk Streets
The Scythe did not understand as to what point this vigilante was chatting with her. She wished to know what her scythe was constructed of. "That is none of your concern."
Truth be told, it certainly wasn't normal steel and definitely not silver. It was an experimental alloy that had been released to select crowds. And by select crowds, it was small countries who paid hand over fist for this type of stuff. How the Scythe had acquired the tech was a different question altogether, and definitely not something she would outright tell anyone.
Her suit, under fire from the plasma shots, was scorched but remained structurally sound. Similar to her scythe, it was also made of experimental technology. Heat resistant, though her exposed jaw made that somewhat pointless. Her helmet was purely stylistic. They hadn't gotten their hands on a helmet yet.
The web-flinging vigilante had thrown herself upwards. The Scythe would have to get creative in dealing with that one- though she had plenty of material to work with around. Carving a plate of metal out of the truck, she threw it, almost like a discus, towards the ascending Gwen. And then another, thrown towards the firing Nathan. The idea was to distract him- and charge him whilst he dealt with the plate.
And indeed, she followed this plan. She ran at him, ready to carve him into two.
---x---
Cecil
Goldenwalk Business District
There was a voice in his ear piece. Ah, so he was here- good, good, backup was watching. He was sure these worthless pest would be dealt with, regardless. Though it was appreciated. "Understood, sir..."
Speaking of, said pests was upon him and his soldiers- the one in red and blue attempted to jam up his clawed hand. And he did- until another clawed hand emerged, tearing away the webbing. And as did another cannon, firing upon Spiderman in a flurry of lasers. As for Toph, he attempted to fire at her- But everything wasn't so easy.
You see, Toph's plan on the grappling soldier succeeded, the poor soldier crying out in pain as the earth shifted apart under them. And so Toph's plan was executed, a column of earth shot towards Cecil. He saw it coming, bracing his arms- two more mechanical appendages revealing themselves, and Cecil was quickly running out of appendages to back him up. Still, he fired another cannon shot at her- attempting to distract her earthbending.
And as this happened, Y split the earth, dividing the troops from one another. Their shots simply were absorbed by her frame, leaving her basically untouched. Meanwhile, the front lines fell like dominoes in a stack, the backlines retreating for cover. Some troops took it upon themselves to grab some wreckage to shield themselves- still, they lacked a lot of the firepower to successfully take out their foe. There was better weaponry in their cargo holds, but it took too long to set up at such short notice- they'd have to find a way to repel the quickly encroaching android, though likely the only one who possessed such technology at short notice was Cecil- and he was preoccupied.
It was quite clear that they may of bit off more than they could chew.
