Spoiler The Atlantic Ocean, 1754 Ash stabbed his sword into the deck to keep himself standing, his eyes moving from the sinking ship he had once commanded to his boarding crew who had just lost their will to fight. They were dying. The Warlock who had wounded him lowered his guard as he watched the turn of battle take place on his vessel. Ash knew this could only end one way. With the deaths of both the Warlock, the former Shadowhunter, and himself. No matter what, he would see that they all paid for their crimes. It would have to be quick as he did not know how long he had before he bled to death from the wounds he had sustained. While he had no idea how the Warlock had gained such unimaginable power, he knew the man could not survive a direct hit from his magic. Once more, his shadow curled around his arm... There was a splatter of blood. The Warlock fell. Ash had no time to watch the light leave his eyes and ran to the wheel of the ship while clutching his bleeding chest. He made a sharp turn and rammed through the remains of his former ship and straight towards the one he knew the old ex-Shadowhunter captained. "Whatever it takes." Ash nodded, taking mental notes of each of the names Morrigan spoke before moving to close the cooler. "They will rest easy once they are brought back." "I know this is a bad time but..." Rhett started. "When I tried to rearrange a meeting with that Egyptian vampire he said that by you not showing up at the last meeting--the one that happened on the day of Masque's attack at Pandemonium--you offended him and his bride-to-be's honor." Ash knew where this was heading. He held up a hand to cease Rhett's talking as he already knew what the situation required in order to further proceed with business. Of course, that would have to wait. "You have done well, Rhett. Keep it up and I might promote you to assistant." "But isn't that what I am?" "Junior assistant." "...I want a raise." "No." Taking the cooler from Rhett, he motioned for the fairy to follow after him so they could return the remains she had been able to identify. In his mind, traces of anger emerged as old emotions and memories surfaced. There was more wrong with this picture than simply the fact that several fairies had met their end. Ash could only do his best to make the best out of the situation and continue his efforts to change things for the better. Whether others would despise him for it or not.
"I prefer this era over the others. There was too much slaughter of Downworlders by rash Shadowhunters in those days." Ash spoke almost low enough for Morrigan not to hear him. He made no effort to speak more and respond to any other words the fairy spoke as they left to the outside world. The streets were bustling with mundanes, totally unaware of the events that were transpiring all around them as it had always been. Taking one glance over at Morrigan he used the instant to assess her condition. She was obviously not in her prime at the moment but for the time it seemed that the medicine had been doing its job and all he had to do was ensure that she would not pass out and collapse onto the ground. The walk was longer than he would have liked it to have been. With so many around, it took a good deal more time to reach the place where Rhett had dropped off the fairy's dress and upon seeing the werewolf, Ash shook his head in disappointment on seeing what lay at his feet. The wolf waved at the two as they neared him. At Rhett's feet sat a blue cooler no doubt filled with ice to keep the heads fresh. "What?" Rhett questioned when seeing the look on Ash's face. He lowered his voice, "it's not like they make special cases for this kind of thing. Or do they? Could I have bought one?" "I suppose you are right. I wish there was a way to give them a little more dignity than this. They deserved better." "Yeah..." Rhett looked at Morrigan. "I'm sorry for your loss...es." He quietly but sincerely stated. Taking a deep breath, Ash motioned for the two to follow him to where they could get some privacy from the prying eye. Rhett looked shady enough just by having the damned thing. Of course, the only way to get some privacy was to get even shadier by bringing them into the back of an alley, Ash using his shadow to clear the path of broken glass from discarded beer bottles for Morrigan's well-being. "Centuries of bloodshed does not make one cold to death. I hope you have prepared yourself for this." Ash glanced at the fairy before motioning to Rhett to show her the remains. Slowly, Rhett opened the container for Morrigan to take a look.
Ash clasped his hands behind his back as he patiently waited at the bottom of the stairs for Morrigan to finish dressing. He had never offered her the opportunity to identify the bodies. While she was getting ready he took the time to make a call to Rhett to find where he was on the list of tasks he was to complete today. "Yessssss massssterrrrrr." Came a raspy voice. "I met the inspiration for Igor. He did not sound like that. Nor did he have a hunchback." "What? Really? You never told-" "Where are you currently? I am bringing our guest along to identify the heads. I trust that you are now carrying them in a more suitable container than a cardboard box." "Just dropped off her dress for cleaning and repairs. And of course they're in a better place! I mean...physically. Not spiritually. But probably spiritually too. What do fairies believe in anyways?" Sighing, Ash pressed the palm of his hand to his forehead. "Just stay put. We will meet with you soon." Hanging up without waiting for a response, Ash looked back towards the stairs just as Morrigan emerged from the guest room wearing clothing he would have never have guessed her to pick out. He raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her fashion choice. As she descended the stairs, showing all the grace he would expect for one of her kind Ash took a moment to head over towards the counter, looking at the bookcase that rested behind it to count the vials he had prepared. Taking one in his coat, just in case they would spend longer than he planned working on business, he walked back to Morrigan. "By the look on your face, you do not seem to appreciate that style of clothing." He looked down to take note of her lack of shoes. A trait of her personal taste apparently. Ash did not mind. "This house once belonged to another. The glamour that surrounds this place is a great deal more powerful than most ever encounter in a lifetime but it was not placed here by me. I would bet that you would be more fond of the only garment I managed to store away that matches our own time." Without further explanation Ash held his hand out towards Morrigan in an attempt to help her stand. "Are you sure you would not wish to put shoes on? I would hate to have you injured while simply walking about."
Spoiler The North Atlantic Ocean, 1754 The amount of blood running across the deck, combined with the heavy rain and rocking ship, made it difficult to gain steady ground. Ash knew he had to win the battle quickly before the other enemy ship could turn around and attack his own vessel while it was still engaged in combat. The Warlock he was facing made no attempt to make it easy on him. The man, four centuries his elder, easily matched every move Ash made with a speed and strength easily surpassing that of a vampire. Even with the aid of Ash's magic, the Warlock's skills were greater still forcing Ash to remain on the defensive and losing ground with every passing moment. It took his all just to keep up with his parries, his arm shaking with each powerful vibration that struck through his sword and Ash worrying that his sword would break before his endurance would give out. "Have you had enough, boy?" The Warlock snarled as their blades clashed. "I was preparing to save this for another but..." Ash gritted his teeth as his strength began to fail him. He knew he had superior swordsmanship but for some reason, the Warlock had power beyond anything he had seen. Ash's shadow crawled up from the bloodied deck and snaked up from his leg to his arm covering it in the black darkness it was composed of. Just before he could make his move, the sound of cannon fire echoed in the skies. He broke away from the Warlock just in time to see the second enemy ship sinking his vessel. Before he could feel the weight of the lives he had just lost a blade was run straight through his chest. Ash relaxed when Morrigan took her medication showing little to no discomfort in its taste. Either she had a stronger stomach than Rhett or the wolf complained far too much about taste. "I am glad you came to your senses. If you had held out a little longer I would have been made to force feed you." Taking a seat beside the fairy, Ash too looked down at the woman's hands knowing she was in pain other than what the poison had given her. Simply ignoring it and treating her barely any better than a piece of meat did not seem appropriate. Lowering his usual distanced formal tone Ash spoke once more. "Maybe the world may not care about your death but there are those who would. I wouldn't want you dead either. I've seen far too much death and too much injustice to just stand by and allow you to die. I understand this situation is less than ideal but you will live to look back on this as either a painful experience or, if you make the effort, something that wasn't all that bad." A pitch black hand, from his shadow, dragged a small white mug with steam rising out of it across the counter in Morrigan's direction. "I'm not a large fan of the drink myself but I believe some strong coffee might give you a little extra pep." His shadow returned to its normal position. "I hope you will not choose to be so stubborn about this too." He inched the mug closer towards the fairy. "As for today, if you do not wish to contact your family I will understand but I still have some unfinished business to attend to. Rhett will be busy finding where to return those heads he recovered and returning them. Keeping you from dying prevented me from determining whether or not all those victims were fairies." Ash shook his head slowly as his eyes diverted to the ground. "There are some clothes that should fit you upstairs if you should choose to join me." His search for Morrigan had gone poorly. After she did not return from speaking with the warlock last night her fiance, his brother, had told him to search for her. Thinking she had gone back to the club where Morrigan had investigated, Cin had questioned those at Pandemonium who had seen her to no avail. With the trail cold, he had little choice but to either retrace his steps or expand his search. He knew going backwards would lead to no results. He was very thorough. With the Mortal Cup having been stolen finding Morrigan before she could find herself in the midst of trouble was all the more important. The Seelie Knight walked through the streets as he mulled over his possible courses of action. Returning without Morrigan would only mean shame. The only other organization large enough to spare someone to assist him in tracking her down was the Clave and now was hardly the time to be asking for favors. Still, what other option was left? Warlocks and the fey were never on good terms and finding one willing to help was just as far-fetched as it was to expect the Shadowhunters to aid him. When he finished weighing his options, he decided that calling on a warlock would remain his secondary choice. Heading to an Institute would be his first course of action.
Character Name: Cináed "Cin" Coldspring Age: 355 Gender: Male Race: Fairy Appearance: Cin Backstory: The younger brother of Morrigan's fiance. As his older brother received the majority of the responsibilities of upholding their family name Cin was, mostly, free to do what he saw was the best use of his time. Over the first two centuries of his life he became an extremely formidable master of the blade while seeking to find an inner strength he believed he did not possess. When his brother's marriage had been arranged Cin was called back to the court where he was "strongly suggested" to place his sword under the Court's command as a knight due to his actions no longer being tolerated as the power of his family name grew. Although he originally did not wish for his position he has grown fond of it due to his strong sense of justice. A long life of witnessing acts of cruelty has made him grow a strong distaste for nephilim. Weapons: A basket-hilt sword with a blade made of iron and a claymore only used for executions. Magic: Barrier ~ Conjures up a magic barrier of varying size and shape depending how much power Cin places into it. Fortitude ~ Briefly enhances Cin's strength and endurance by a great degree. He can only do this once a day. Sunburst ~ Using a nearby reflective surface, usually his own blade, Cin can magnify the amount of light reflected to daze those around him. Only works in direct sunlight. Scorcher ~ A blue flame wraps around his blade. Lasts one minute and drains a large portion of his strength. Shade ~ In only the cover of darkness and only while standing still, Cin can become invisible. This does not hide his scent or any noise he makes. He cannot use magic while invisible. Other: Cin is a Seelie Knight.
The right one. xD
Can't get in trouble for something nobody can prove that you are lying about.
Handing in a copy of your school schedule usually gets you excused. Sometimes the whole thing gets cancelled. Or, if you get called in anyways, do what I did and lie through your teeth about why you can't be part of the jury.
Probably too early for it to deserve its own thread but apparently... Though I'd imagine you Pokemon geeks heard about this already. Digimon is better.
Morrigan had taken the news of her condition far worse than he thought. His black eyes fell upon the vial she put down and narrowed in annoyance at the woman's attitude after she refused to take it. "So you would rather allow yourself to become yet another victim? What would a few days of discomfort compared to centuries of life you still have in front of you?" Ash gripped Morrigan's shoulders and pulled her up though he did not take her to a more suitable position to sit down and, rather, gripped her tight so she would not fall. "You may not be the one to kill Masque but would you allow yourself to lose the opportunity to stand over the corpse of one who has mutilated so many?" His grip on the fairy's arms tightened. "Fight! Cling to life. There is still good that you can do while you still breathe. Your death would be meaningless." Ash's eyes stared at the woman with a burning intensity no other still living had seen. He took a moment to breathe out and guided her to a chair at the counter, the fire in his eyes dying out as soon as it appeared. "Drink. Now. The world does not need another dead fairy."
"Hm." Ash grumbled to himself as he paced back and forth, staring at the ancient text flipping through pages that should have long turned to dust if they had not been held together by magic. "Tha mi a 'feitheamh fada gu leòr." Ash spoke in his native tongue. His thoughts were on more important matter than delayed meetings with those he had been doing business with. His voice shown the slightest hint of annoyance as he worked through picking apart each sentence of the tome, deciphering its words that were scrawled in a dead language. He shook his head in disapproval of his own lack of ability to transcribe its meaning more efficiently. A weak but rather annoyed woman's voice spoke from the bottom of the staircase. The words vanished from their yellowed pages as Ash shut the book in response to the question she had asked. "You're welcome." Ash looked over at Morrigan, placing the nearly blood-red leather bound book on a nearby counter. "Rhett will return with your old clothes within the hour. Cleaned and repaired. I did not believe you would wish to awaken in such rags though I am surprised you asked why." Ash tilted his head, taking a moment to closely observe the fairy and her current condition. As he suspected, she had not been fully cured and it was all due to his shoddy makeshift antidote. If he had been prepared to be receiving a fairy with such a poison running through her body she would have been free to leave the moment her clothes returned to her but given the nature of the remedy he had given her... "Unfortunately, the fact I changed your clothes will not be the only bad news you will get. You are to be my guest here until you are well again. The cure I administered to you when you came here was more than imperfect. I lacked the ingredients necessary to purge your system of the poison properly." In fact, the cure Ash had given her contained a toxin of its own that too would have to be neutralized after what Morrigan had come in for first had been cleansed from her body but giving such details seemed unnecessary at the time. "To make a long story short, you will need constant doses of the improvised cure I did create. Changing the medication will likely kill you and seeing as how I was the one who created this," Ash held up a small vial filled with a clear liquid having a green tint that was Morrigan's medication, "getting another physician would be unwise." "I suggest you get comfortable here. Is there anyone you would wish to notify about your condition?" He held out the vial towards Morrigan, knowing the taste of the medication would make any Mundane or Werewolf cringe. Making medicine taste good hardly seemed like a priority.
Spoiler The North Atlantic Ocean, 1754 "The storm is catching up but the wind is still in our favor! If we loose all our sails now we can still blow the bastards out of the water before it hits!" "No. They have the firepower to match ours. We'll need that storm and fog it's bringing to even the odds. Hold steady." Ash patted his Lieutenant's shoulder and allowed him to take the wheel, taking his time to descend onto the main deck as the steps grew wet from rain as black clouds gathered overhead. The wind picked up, pushing their ship faster and closer to its prey. There were to ships ahead of them, a three-masted barque like their own and a smaller two-masted brig a little farther ahead. They crept up on the barque, with Ash hoping to meet their target on board. In moments the two barque ships were in the heat of battle, shots had been fired, crewmen were doing their best to load the cannons for another barrage but due to the careful timing Ash had planned out, his ship had already taken the advantage and knocked out at least half of the cannons on the starboard side of their opposition. "Bring her up close, Lieutenant! We're boarding!" "Oui mon capitaine!" Ash drew his blade and at the first opportunity swung over to the other ship. Even as his boarding party engaged combat with the British vessel's crew he found that no muskets had yet to fire at him as if they had been ordered to leave him be. "It's been a long time coming, Ash." The voice had not been what he had expected to hear. Its source, a Warlock unchanged by time, was the one who had betrayed him little more than three decades ago. "I should have known you were still eating from the palm of that scum. Do you see where this has brought you? Protecting him has cost you your life." Ash snarled as he approached the man. "Oh? I'm sorry, your Shadowhunter is in another vessel." The Warlock drew his blade ready for combat. "Will she live?" Rhett spoke up after the long moment of silence that passed between them. Ash took a sip of the tea Rhett had prepared and nodded slowly, looking back to the room he had just left when there was nothing more he could do for the fairy. "Five years now, is it?" "Uh..." Rhett tilted his head in confusion. "Yeah. I've been working for you that long. Why?" "I have lived through centuries where all I had to drink was tea, ale, or water. I know what good tea tastes like. In five years, you have yet to brew a single good cup." Rather than take the insult, Rhett placed his own cup on the table and stared at Ash. "Really!? Is that all you could drink back then? You're pulling my leg." In response Ash merely took another sip of his tea while still making no indication that it was really that bad. "I was unable to make a proper cure for the toxins that run through her body." Rhett opened his mouth to question but Ash continued, "But I was able to create many doses of a less potent alternative using much more common ingredients. I am not sure how long it will take for such a crude improvisation to clear her system of the poison but it should be cleared up from anywhere between-" "So why not just get the right ingredients now that you bought her some time?" "Even if they were easy to obtain, there comes a very large risk in mixing medications. I am not going to risk her life on a hunch that it might not do her any harm." "Oh. ...Okay." Once more, the two were left in silence. Ash placed his tea down having only finished half of it but making no move to drink any more.
Ash opened his mouth to respond to Morrigan as he took her out of the forest but decided against making any kind of reply as arguing with a dying fairy seemed like a very sad thing to do. He picked up his pace, knowing that they had little time to spare before the poison killed her. "Mmph!" The sound of heads shifting in a box would not have been such an unpleasant sound to Rhett if he had not known there were heads in this box. Although he knew of both vampire and werewolf contacts Ash had done business with he knew of no fairies to whom he should return these heads to. Assuming they were all fairies as the scent of the freshest victim was still burned into his nostrils. Luckily there was no blood trail he left behind despite the fact that the bottom of the box was looking a little more red than brown. "Nothing to do but wait and ask what I'll be doing next." He sat down and looked around the room. On the table in front of him lay the box filled with Masque's trophies and surrounding the old leather armchair in which he sat were couches of the same fashion though calling them "couches" seemed like a demeaning word for such luxurious furniture but Rhett had no idea what kind of fancy--probably British or French--word to use to call them other than couches. Around the room were numerous amounts of bookcases filled to capacity with texts both ancient and recent. At first glance one might have thought the place to be filled with dust and a thick musky scent but there was no trace of either as Ash hated that sort of thing. In fact, the only reason why the place looked like it had been pulled out from another era was due to Ash not having the time to update everything and there was also the fact that the building did not originally belong to him...but that was a story Rhett had never been given the details on. The front door opened with a loud thud. Rhett jumped to his feet, moving towards the entrance and watching as the door closed by itself with Ash having entered...carrying a woman. "What's going on!?" The warlock's black eyes looked past him and to the newly acquired box before focusing on Rhett giving him a signal that they would talk about that later. Ash briskly moved to another room where items of a different nature entirely were kept. Herbs. Potions. Assorted ingredients. Even a few spices Rhett snuck away for use on his own food could be found there. Trying to keep his mind off food, Rhett headed over towards Ash who was already at work on making a powder that contained a pungent enough odor to knock the scent of fairy blood out of his nose. Rhett stepped back. "Shall I make some tea while you're doing that or...?" "Yes." Ash replied curtly. "Alright. I'll just need to get some stuff in here so if you'll excuse me-" "You do not need peppers to make tea, Rhett. Put those back."
Ash opened his mouth to respond to Morrigan as he took her out of the forest but decided against making any kind of reply as arguing with a dying fairy seemed like a very sad thing to do. He picked up his pace, knowing that they had little time to spare before the poison killed her.
Spoiler ??? 1722 The Shadowhunter who brought Ash to the village had been right about one thing. It was desolate. Corpses were strewn about everywhere with boils and blisters coating their exposed skin each with bloody marks on their bodies unmistakable for vampire bites. The nephilim had a rune etched on his skin to prevent from catching that same disease while Ash worried not as he was immune to anything mortals could infect him with. It appeared that there was some attempt at containing the disease as many houses and bodies were burnt. There was movement inside the burnt remains of a house which had managed to stay mostly intact. Ash went in alone. Inside was a nest of vampires who were infected with the very same disease the villagers were killed off by, they were in hiding knowing that Shadowhunters would come seeking them out. They explained to Ash that, like the leech treatments many doctors employed, they were merely trying to help the villagers as they had seen this kind of disease before and wished only to promote good fortune to others they crossed paths with. For some reason, the blood letting had not worked and the vampires too became ill despite the impossibility of it all. It reeked of magical interference from someone or something else. Ash knew not however. Suddenly, a burst of white light struck him in the side and knocked him straight through one of the weakened walls with such a force as to break several ribs and his left arm. Ash coughed out blood as pain surged through his body, looking at his newly burnt flesh. The warlock struggled to rise but found that the blast had also paralyzed his body and all he could do was lift his head to stare at the gaping hole in the wall. There stood the nephilim, grinning, along with a warlock he had known but had not seen in decades. "Why!?" Ash growled as he cursed the betrayal of his body. "Your voice is filled with ignorance." The fellow Warlock spoke. "We have no Clave, no Pack, no Court, and no Clan. Nothing binds us. I have no loyalty to you. Be thankful you will be spared of this act of justice." Without another word, the Shadowhunter and Warlock slaughtered the weakened vampires before Ash's eyes. A black shadow fell over Morrigan in the shape of a tall man. It was disembodied yet it possessed strength of its own, strength enough to wrest the fairy's blade from her hand before she could take her own life just before flying towards a new hand. Ash's. "And they said all blood magic was a bad thing." Ash's eyes flicked towards the bloodied card which acted as a beacon for him to find the woman. Normally it was meant for business associates who needed to make a quick deal with him and get out of town. "I will have to make a note of this. It's the first time my card has been used like this." Ash squinted slightly due to the light from what he knew to be Masque's illusion annoying him. "If you don't mind." With a snap of his fingers the lights were dispelled as any other glamour would have been. The warlock went to kneel beside Morrigan, her blade still in his hand, as he examined her. "A slow burn. Quite different from how you killed your last victim." He spoke knowing Masque to be nearby. Morrigan was alive and even someone as unpredictable as Masque would never leave until his victim breathed his or her last. The killer was nowhere to be seen but if Masque chose to attack, Ash was unwilling to just roll over and die. He had seen worse than a mere serial killer. "I am sure you would understand if I decided not to put you down like the rabid dog you are. It would take time she does not have. I believe the mundanes call this a rain check." Ash raised his eyebrows in amusement. Though he kept from calling the other warlock out, demanding to see him, Ash spoke just loud of enough that any passerby could hear him. Whether his suspicions were correct that Masque was still around or not mattered little to him so long as he was met with no interference. He pressed two fingers to touch Morrigan's forehead, looking the injured fairy in the eye not to give her support or empathy but to give her the best examination he could under the circumstances before he took her to his place of work. Ash racked his brain for the kinds of poisons and toxins that Masque could come across or fabricate along with those he knew to afflict the members of the fey in such a way. The list was longer than he hoped and it could be longer still with the references he could use back home but he knew he could save her. Knowing Morrigan would not be happy for choosing to save her instead of acting to avenge her fallen sister, Ash made the move to carry her.
Insert pics of a sad caged-up KHV here.
[color=royalblue]Or neither![/color]
Just as Hendrik began to leave upon hearing the disembodied voice speaking of the Mortal Cup, pain ran through every bone in his body as the potion Ash had given him wore off. "Gah! Finally! You have no idea how it feels to not be able to speak normally." Rhett shook his head and leaned against a wall to get his bearings, looking over towards Hendrik. "I wouldn't try killing a nephilim unless Ash ordered me to. And he wouldn't ever do such a thing. Good luck with that Cup thing. Sounds important!" He took a deep breath and clutched his chest, deciding against following after the man. Just because one Shadowhunter had given up did not mean Rhett had to do the same. Walking over towards the alcoves containing Masque's "trophies" Rhett's eyes fell upon the freshest of the bunch, anger swelling up in him. Returning the girl's head, along with the others would be his priority. He reached into his pocket and withdrew his phone, placing a call to Ash. If that monster were to come back to his hideout, it would be a good idea to have Ash around. Carrying the heads back wouldn't be a problem as he saw a fairy large box dumped outside in the alley and, as disrespectful as it was, it seemed like the only way he would carry them out. Rhett looked at his phone, wondering why Ash had not answered by now. It was unlike him not to pick up. With a sigh, Rhett stuffed the phone back in his pocket and shook his head. "Great. Looks like it's just me and you all. Let's get you heads packed up and if, your killer comes around before I'm done...well...That'll be awkward." Annoyed, Rhett decided he had stood around long enough and began work on moving the heads with what delicacy he could afford.
Just as Hendrik began to leave upon hearing the disembodied voice speaking of the Mortal Cup, pain ran through every bone in his body as the potion Ash had given him wore off. "Gah! Finally! You have no idea how it feels to not be able to speak normally." Rhett shook his head and leaned against a wall to get his bearings, looking over towards Hendrik. "I wouldn't try killing a nephilim unless Ash ordered me to. And he wouldn't ever do such a thing. Good luck with that Cup thing. Sounds important!" He took a deep breath and clutched his chest, deciding against following after the man. Just because one Shadowhunter had given up did not mean Rhett had to do the same. Walking over towards the alcoves containing Masque's "trophies" Rhett's eyes fell upon the freshest of the bunch, anger swelling up in him. Returning the girl's head, along with the others would be his priority. He reached into his pocket and withdrew his phone, placing a call to Ash. If that monster were to come back to his hideout, it would be a good idea to have Ash around. Carrying the heads back wouldn't be a problem as he saw a fairy large box dumped outside in the alley and, as disrespectful as it was, it seemed like the only way he would carry them out. Rhett looked at his phone, wondering why Ash had not answered by now. It was unlike him not to pick up. With a sigh, Rhett stuffed the phone back in his pocket and shook his head. "Great. Looks like it's just me and you all. Let's get you heads packed up and if, your killer comes around before I'm done...well...That'll be awkward." Annoyed, Rhett decided he had stood around long enough and began work on moving the heads with what delicacy he could afford.
Surprised Ultron had resisted his first attacks, the synthetic being retaliated with strength Superman would not have guessed Ultron to possess. A large section of the church collapsed from the force of Superman's body being shoved through the wall. Instantly he gripped Ultron's hands not to break free but to keep him from getting away. "I won't allow that. Whether the humanity falls or not, you won't be around to enjoy it!" The Man of Steel's muscles flexed as his grip tightened on Ultron's arms to the point where it would have easily torn any other metal apart. His eyes glowed with great intensity. "Burn, cabrón." A massive burst of red energy was released from Superman's eyes, completely obliterating the rest of the church as the excess of the blast, aimed upwards, was lost to the sky. Ultron's head was intended to be at the center of the beam with Superman believing that, if it did not kill Ultron, at least it would hurt like hell even if it was a machine. ------------------------------------ The Rider grew frustrated as most of his attacks began to miss the more agile Ranger. For every blow he directed Ranger VI's way another two struck him, carving into his bone and ripping into his jacket. The wounds caused him no pain nor did they remain for long but he was in no mood for a battle of attrition. When the Ranger had not tired out when he had expected him to and, instead, only grew stronger as if something else was fueling his power the Rider knew it was time to switch strategies. The roar of distant engine echoed through the streets. Moments later, the Hell Cycle came into view speeding towards the two combatants. In a total change of tactics, Ghost Rider lunged forward and gripped the Green Ranger intending to allow the cycle to slam into the both of them. "GAME OVER." ------------------------------------ "I'm sorry!" Jaime shouted towards Catwoman from behind the Scarab's helmet. "This thing is calling the shots! Not me!" The Scarab, anticipating Catwoman's attack reached forth with inhuman speed and caught her leg. Blue Beetle's left arm transformed into large saw and just before it could bring it down to slice off the woman's leg two arrows struck its back forcing Blue Beetle to drop her. It turned its sights towards the one known as Arsenal just as a third arrow was loosed at it. Calculating its trajectory, Blue Beetle caught the arrow with eas-BOOM! Blue Beetle was knocked back in the explosion, crashing through the window of a nearby building. "Damage minimal. Activating countermeasures." Sparks flew from the damaged chest armor of the suit as Blue Beetle stepped out from the building, a new weapon having formed on its right shoulder. It fired its new weapon directly at Arsenal...which did absolutely nothing to the young hero. It was an electrical burst meant to trigger the timer on any other explosive arrows in Arsenal's quiver. Just as Blue Beetle was about to make another attack the Scarab was distracted by a loud hum directly over the city. Blue Beetle looked up to spot a small space vessel hovering overhead. The Scarab scanned the vessel only to find that just one lifeform was aboard. Star-Lord.
Surprised Ultron had resisted his first attacks, the synthetic being retaliated with strength Superman would not have guessed Ultron to possess. A large section of the church collapsed from the force of Superman's body being shoved through the wall. Instantly he gripped Ultron's hands not to break free but to keep him from getting away. "I won't allow that. Whether the humanity falls or not, you won't be around to enjoy it!" The Man of Steel's muscles flexed as his grip tightened on Ultron's arms to the point where it would have easily torn any other metal apart. His eyes glowed with great intensity. "Burn, cabrón." A massive burst of red energy was released from Superman's eyes, completely obliterating the rest of the church as the excess of the blast, aimed upwards, was lost to the sky. Ultron's head was intended to be at the center of the beam with Superman believing that, if it did not kill Ultron, at least it would hurt like hell even if it was a machine. ------------------------------------ The Rider grew frustrated as most of his attacks began to miss the more agile Ranger. For every blow he directed Ranger VI's way another two struck him, carving into his bone and ripping into his jacket. The wounds caused him no pain nor did they remain for long but he was in no mood for a battle of attrition. When the Ranger had not tired out when he had expected him to and, instead, only grew stronger as if something else was fueling his power the Rider knew it was time to switch strategies. The roar of distant engine echoed through the streets. Moments later, the Hell Cycle came into view speeding towards the two combatants. In a total change of tactics, Ghost Rider lunged forward and gripped the Green Ranger intending to allow the cycle to slam into the both of them. "GAME OVER." ------------------------------------ "I'm sorry!" Jaime shouted towards Catwoman from behind the Scarab's helmet. "This thing is calling the shots! Not me!" The Scarab, anticipating Catwoman's attack reached forth with inhuman speed and caught her leg. Blue Beetle's left arm transformed into large saw and just before it could bring it down to slice off the woman's leg two arrows struck its back forcing Blue Beetle to drop her. It turned its sights towards the one known as Arsenal just as a third arrow was loosed at it. Calculating its trajectory, Blue Beetle caught the arrow with eas-BOOM! Blue Beetle was knocked back in the explosion, crashing through the window of a nearby building. "Damage minimal. Activating countermeasures." Sparks flew from the damaged chest armor of the suit as Blue Beetle stepped out from the building, a new weapon having formed on its right shoulder. It fired its new weapon directly at Arsenal...which did absolutely nothing to the young hero. It was an electrical burst meant to trigger the timer on any other explosive arrows in Arsenal's quiver. Just as Blue Beetle was about to make another attack the Scarab was distracted by a loud hum directly over the city. Blue Beetle looked up to spot a small space vessel hovering overhead. The Scarab scanned the vessel only to find that just one lifeform was aboard. Star-Lord.
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It was good for him to see a nephilim keeping pace with him rather than slow him down. If the situation had been less dire he would have made an effort to test the limits of Hendrik's speed. Rhett made a sudden stop, lifting his head to sniff the air once more. The scent was getting far stronger as they neared their location. The wolf looked left. The wolf looked right. Rhett still had no idea where the trail would take them and for all he knew the two would have to suffer a trip through the sewers to find the girl's missing head. Hopefully, Masque would not be far off...although diving towards the sewers would undoubtedly be the worst experience for his hyper-sensitive nose. A low growl came from the wolf once the stench of fairy blood was beginning to peak. He trotted over to the ledge of the building he and Hendrik had now found themselves on and narrowed his eyes to the dark cramped alley below. Taking another whiff of the air around them, he was certain this was where the head would be. There was a soft thud of furred paws combined with the clash of claws smacking against the concrete floor as Rhett jumped down. If he had been in his human form he would have easily passed by it, relying on sight alone, but nothing could hide from one who's nose knows how to nose...nosily...nasally? In any case, there it was, a well-hidden door tucked away in the back of the alley. Rhett growled once more standing by the door and waiting for Hendrik to make the first move.
It was good for him to see a nephilim keeping pace with him rather than slow him down. If the situation had been less dire he would have made an effort to test the limits of Hendrik's speed. Rhett made a sudden stop, lifting his head to sniff the air once more. The scent was getting far stronger as they neared their location. The wolf looked left. The wolf looked right. Rhett still had no idea where the trail would take them and for all he knew the two would have to suffer a trip through the sewers to find the girl's missing head. Hopefully, Masque would not be far off...although diving towards the sewers would undoubtedly be the worst experience for his hyper-sensitive nose. A low growl came from the wolf once the stench of fairy blood was beginning to peak. He trotted over to the ledge of the building he and Hendrik had now found themselves on and narrowed his eyes to the dark cramped alley below. Taking another whiff of the air around them, he was certain this was where the head would be. There was a soft thud of furred paws combined with the clash of claws smacking against the concrete floor as Rhett jumped down. If he had been in his human form he would have easily passed by it, relying on sight alone, but nothing could hide from one who's nose knows how to nose...nosily...nasally? In any case, there it was, a well-hidden door tucked away in the back of the alley. Rhett growled once more standing by the door and waiting for Hendrik to make the first move.
