Roleplay

Arya Chaudhary

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For the the third time today Arya almost had a heart attack. Really though, having somebody just appear of out of thin air did that to you. He couldn't exactly come up with the guys name, but had heard of a villain with known kills who matched the clothing of the new arrival. Yeah, he was just gonna think they were the same person, no more risk taking for tonight. He looked at Cobras hands, and at whatever nasty lookin things he just grabbed. He laughed, really quickly and quietly, but he still did. H hoped that would be answer enough to what the hero had signed. Yeah he wasn't about to just go nicely, hed run as soon as this whole thing wrapped up.

"You'll find im not a real polite person."
He shot a quick glare at the guy, Ghost maybe? Something like that, fresh face anyway. But he went back to Brutus quickly. There was just, something up, same feeling he had gotten last time he thought this was over. If he booked it again this time hed be expecting it, but something was telling him was more so on the stage where a cornered animal starts biting. It was right then that the calm quickly faded.

Arya shouted some kind of Quebec born curse before lunging at the Ground near Brutus. He made sure that he wasn't about to get kicked into a pulp but also got it close enough to get there quickly, in the way that would get at least the one foot stuck in a nice and sharp pitfall trap.

Mekoshi hissed as Brutus spat something at him, hair-hood-thing actually flaring out.

He darted to the side just as it made a gouged line in the side of his arm, now aware of shadows moving toward him. He didn't drop the spines, having grown used—during sparring with Amethyst—to not letting go through pain.

Right.

He was clear to engage, now.

Small, pointed projectiles were abruptly launched out of the shadows; five at a time, all aimed precisely where the two villains and vigilante were. Just because he couldn't see didn't mean he hadn't memorized where they were.

If any of them hit, it would embed itself in the skin, rapidly growing thorn-like spines into the flesh. Excruciating pain would follow, trailed closely by the locking of muscles and lack of control over limbs.

He just had to pray they hit.

Just barely. Brutus watched as one of the projectiles clanged off of his jacket's metal button. He was unsure of what it was, but he was sure it was something to either disarm or kill him. "There aren't any more of those are there? Gotta get out of here!"

While in this panic, he slammed his weight down to try and balance himself from falling over, sending shards of cement and dirt into the air around their battlefield. Brutus noticed another one of those projectiles headed for his face hit a piece of cement, but just as he was about to relax, a nail shot up into his face- scratching his cheek open. Then another shard of shrapnel flew at him, gouging itself into his side which caused him to fall over onto his knees; and once again the ground made a horribly loud CRACK!

Strangely enough, Brutus was left wondering how many of those projectiles were left, and just how many he might have been protected from. This might have just gone from an escape to a suicide mission- as his own strength tore up the ground beneath him, temporarily blinding him as dust shot into his eyes.

Underneath the concrete were sewer lines, but one had been struck open from the sheer force of his stomp- meaning that scraps of metal and nails were hurdling through the air at high speeds along with the concrete dust and dirt. The pungent stench of sewer now filled the air as murky green water began to fill the street.

Brutus wanted to go home. This had become boring and irritating, and now his own blood had started to stain the watery ground.

Arya Chaudhary

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Arya cursed loudly as his leg buckled, now sliced flesh screaming at him to get out of there and get out fast. He was knocked of course, but his hands made contact, causing a whole lot of pavement to switch material and miss Brutus. Great! Then he actually got hit by something, something awful and terrible and wow he really screamed this time. He managed to grab where it hit, right on his left side and watched as the skin and clothing rapidly grew glossy before he stopped it. Still holy gods did it hurt, he knew that the little trick he just pulled wouldn't work long, maybe less then five minuets or so.

"Mais pourquoi diable me fait ça!"
The vigilante turned to the shadow cloaked hero when he said that, but it was mainly directed at everyone. He was in a really painful haze right now, he could barely think much less translate his own garbled thoughts. He was loosing limb control pretty fast, and now there was dust nails and all that good stuff flying everywhere at awfully concerning speeds. One of those things flew right past him, annoyingly cracked the one lens of his glasses and embedded itself right above his eyebrow.

He decided against trying to get up, and just flopped his head onto his arm, a mess of hair and now blood.(he didn't notice the chunk of steel that gouged through his wrist until he tried to move it) Cool, yeah this was so cool. This was so nice, why did he try to help again? Heaven knows! At least fixing the still spreading glass would be hell without him, that had to have taken out a good chunk of the road, itd be really fun watching cars drive over that, 1/8" thick glass didn't normally support a couple tons of steel. Collateral damage was always a blast to cause.

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french Canadian curse time! translates to 'why the H did you do that' but way worse, one of my favorites cause its a dialect special one :)

Mekoshi was so done with this.

So done.

He wasn't even supposed to be working that day.

But no. He went along with Amethyst anyway. Yeah, the Birds were there! They'd be fine! And if not, Jet would explode the city power-grid and they'd all be dead anyway.

What he had failed to overhear was that it was raining.

And Jet didn't go out in the rain.

Gods help him.

Cobra hissed into his communicator for backup, and as the shadows cleared, he could be seen holding ten more scales between his fingers, eyes narrowed. He had a working theory on Shadow-man over there, but unfortunately for him, Flame was the Stealth Operative and had all the flashbangs.

...Granted they were home-made and tended to cause horrible screeching noises, but they still worked.

Meko whirled to see the two other and...

Oh.

One was half-sunken in a hole and the other had been hit by one of the spines, lying on the ground.

He did, indeed need backup. That poison would only last around ten minutes at most...

And he was running out.

The hero turned to look at Brutus, frowning as if trying to figure out what to do with him.

Tears helped clear Brutus' eyes of the dirt, but it still stung his throat and lungs. However, this gave him an idea. He glanced around for the villain that had backed him up, but couldn't find them anywhere. 'Sorry, I can't help you right now' he thought morbidly- if anything went wrong he could just try to break the person out of prison to repay them for saving him.

After a few moments of being still Brutus kept his eyes locked on the ground, but observed the hero out of his peripherals, then he kicked his foot into the ground. He angled the kick towards the hero, which sent more chunks of steel, dirt, and concrete at the hero- sludge water also getting flung.

He used this as a distraction, looking one last time for the villain who had helped him but still unable to see them- so he ran. Brutus kept his steps light as he ran so the breaks in the ground might look as if they were part of the damage during the fight to the untrained eye.

Arya Chaudhary

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Ghost magically disappeared again, but at least he could glare at Cobra now. This could be over it could be finished! Brutus was stuck, and with how strong that guy was just touching a vital part of him would cause his own quirk to destroy it, then ta da! Dead, six feet under and the city would have one less villain to worry about. But yeah no way that was allowed, even though really sometimes murder was the right option, like right now. In fact, it shouldn't even be called murder in a situation like this, no it should just be "doing the public a great service that they should appreciate so that your sin free heroes didn't have to." Still, he was now glad that he noticed the dart thing when he did, cause he could still move, a little tiny bit.

Sadly, Arya could not move in time for another shrapnel attack. He felt a few more chunks of something sharp dig under his skin, but avoided a good amount of the sludge. Nice, little things that helped the situation seem just a fraction better. He was pretty sure the lurking shadow villain got hit too, that was also pretty great, he certainly deserved it.

"Should've let me kill him earlier."
Arya winced as he sat up, really slowly. That was about as much as he could do, he could only really feel the arm that had taken the brunt of the steel, and he couldn't even tell that his one leg was bleeding. He had no clue what was in that poison but gods did it hurt, made him feel like he just lost a game of beer pong with the devil or something. He watched Brutus run, cursing out himself this time. 'Good luck trying to walk around in the day time now bud, you're about to get blasted on every tv screen tomorrow.'