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- !plot: at the mountains of madness,
- batman,
- billy cranston,
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- erwin fischer,
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- jamie mccrimmon,
- kang,
- katara,
- kaylee frye,
- lash,
- lex luthor,
- loren,
- lyle norg,
- miku hinasaki,
- plays-in-traffic,
- renne,
- robert donovan,
- robin,
- rtas 'vadum,
- russel tringham,
- samus aran,
- sawyer,
- sheeana,
- sofia mantega,
- stature,
- steve burnside,
- supergirl,
- superman,
- toph,
- yoshimi ito
The Battle That Ended The Century
People say that war is hell. This looked it.
Buildings and cars and bodies are scattered like broken toys as far as the eye can see, stretching out toward a dirty horizon. Even the clouds seems streaked with mud and blood, and they're taking it out on everyone below with a constant stream of cold, soaking rain.
The sounds of fighting seem to come from all directions, but at this moment, there's no one else in sight.
A breather. The calm before the storm.
[[OOC: This is for everyone who was involved with "The Lurking Fear". Questions go to Milo or Kaylin.]]
Buildings and cars and bodies are scattered like broken toys as far as the eye can see, stretching out toward a dirty horizon. Even the clouds seems streaked with mud and blood, and they're taking it out on everyone below with a constant stream of cold, soaking rain.
The sounds of fighting seem to come from all directions, but at this moment, there's no one else in sight.
A breather. The calm before the storm.
[[OOC: This is for everyone who was involved with "The Lurking Fear". Questions go to Milo or Kaylin.]]
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"Wouldn't be the first beast I've fought this week," though she was running lower on missiles than she was really comfortable. Still, she had the advantage of being almost a walking tank.
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It seems so natural, slipping back into his war mindset. He's already assessing what's happening, deciding what will make good cover, planning where to fall back to if he needs to, picking out where he's going when he moves forward.
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"Despite what Jurassic Park insists on, T-Rexes had damn good sight." Or so most research he read suggested. "But they hunted more like sharks, and leaned on their sense of smell to hunt." Which meant that Samus was likely just a brightly colored rock to it, while blood-soaked Bruce was probably lit up like a Christmas tree.
"If those soldiers can bleed, they'll make an excellent distraction for it." Yes, Lex Luthor's helpful idea was to use the lesser enemies as a sacrifice to distract the greater one and they could get free.
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He hesitated for a moment, eying Lex. He didn't like the idea of leaving what appeared to be people behind for that thing to munch on, but... he didn't really have much of a choice.
"...alright. We're going to move. Give us covering fire!"
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Unfortunately she also sticks out in her bright orange armor. And if it walks like a tank and talks like a tank (metaphorically speaking), it'll call for anti-tank weapons. And one rocket found itself on path towards the hunter. Her danger meter skyrocketed at the last possible moment. She looked up and lost her focus for just a moment, but that moment was long enough.
The impact was quick, but it caused quite the little explosion. A cloud of dust rose up immediately and the hunter was out of view.
But after a moment it cleared up. The heap of metal lay motionless, face-down in the dust. She finally stirred. Her head hurt. All sorts of warning and danger signs flashed across her HUD. She was okay. Rattled, but okay.
"Dammit," All her powerups were offline. Her armor needed time to recalibrate. It was essentially useless for the time being. She propped herself up and dragged herself behind cover before letting her armor dematerialize back into her body. There was no point in using the energy to keep it out anyway. Now to find a gun...
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"There goes our powerhouse. You hurt?"
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"Fine. I need a gun," because she couldn't afford for them waste time on being concerned over her.
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He may be powerless at the moment, but if sacrificing some of his own help to aid others meant someone could keep going, then so be it.
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