[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjg4LjVhMzUzNS5VMmhwY0hCaGFTQWlRbkp2ZDI0aUlFdGhjM05vYjJ0MS4wAAAAAAAA/raggedways.regular.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/usTGUT9.png[/img] [h1][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjExNi4zMDQ2MDEuU205dVlYTWdUR0Z1WjJWeS4wAA,,/ferrum.extra-condensed.png[/img] [img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLjQzYTM0ZC5UM1J6WVc1aElFc3VJRU52Y25KaGJBLCwuMgAA/vanilla-whale.regular.png[/img] [b]Klara Grimolfdottir[/b][/h1][/center] [hr][hr] With the dust settling from her landing Brown remained on her back, blinking and shaking her head. Her forehead tingled from where the thug's fist had impacted, but there wasn't any pain. Brown had deliberately struck herself in the face far harder in the past then the thug had, and likely could hit. Even if he had hit hard enough to cause pain it wouldn't have mattered. [color=A52A2A][i]"All pain ends, so I must not." [/i][/color] Brown thought as the light began to dim around her. The thugs who'd been planting the bombs had begun to encircle the fallen girl, surrounding her with a threatening thickness to their numbers. Craning back her legs Brown leapt to her feet and looked around, unshaken by the vast group of men surrounding her. [color=A52A2A]"Alright. So just to make sure. You're all doing something bad, right? No one's going to get mad if you all, well, [b]die?"[/b][/color] Brown's voice dropped slightly at her last word and stance began to widen, her leg muscles tightening in eager anticipation. [hr] The tall boxer lead the group through the streets of Brazil. She knew that some of them needed to get back to the stadium soon, but that was little to none of her concern. She wondered where they could get some Brazilian steak. Correction: [i]Good[/i] Steak. Brenda fucking loved steak. She looked off to the side for a moment, and saw her little friend Jonas, whom trailed behind her. She wondered how long this arrangement between them would last. Long as it stayed useful for Brenda. There were sounds of excitement not too far away. Brenda whipped her head around, and her eyes opened wide. There was a group of gang members that surrounded a girl. She recognized their colors and ugly mugs as one of the worse gangs in Brazil, O Massacre de soldados. Those guys were a pain in the ass. There was a sound that pervaded the air as Jonas glanced to the side to observe a... ugh, seriously? Did those imbeciles have anything better to do with their lives? The [i]O Massacre de soldados[/i] were surrounding some... girl... What? Hold on... He could sense the ki emanating from the goons, yet he felt nothing from the kid. That's a bit peculiar; she was like that guy with the "suit"... Did she have the same condition? Was it a result of some weird ass necromancy? A soulless android? Whatever the case was, he wasn't interested getting involved with something petty like that (though the thought of payback invaded his mind for some time), considering they had more important things to do. Brenda stopped for a moment, before she turned to Jonas and said, [color=598527]"So, about the proposi-"[/color] "... Gimme a second." She said, as her fist was coated in magma, she threw thought out of the window as it was quickly replaced by action. She charged the group of people head on with her fist cocked back. When she made her "entrance," she punched a member of the gang in the back so hard that the sounds of bones breaking echoed through the air. He let out a scream as he went flying forward, and Brenda didn't waste anytime moving onto the second mook - she threw out her deadly rock-breaker combo. Four devestating punches to the front of her opponent. And just like that, forget the plans, forget the discussion! Lets go help some random stranger that suspiciously has no ki like that other man. Shrugging and sighing, Jonas just shook his head as he drew a knife. Sure, more muscle was always great, but what if that muscle lacked spirit? Eh, the others were unaware of his situation before the first match, so it was understandable. [color=598527]"Well, here we go again,"[/color] he mumbled, dashing forward with two knives held in each hand. He glanced back momentarily to the wolf girl and giantess. [color=598527]"Lets just take care of this situation, then we can get back to the proposal,"[/color] he shouted to the latter duo. Otsana had already drawn her pistol, looking ready to join in. [color=lime]"Oh these assholes again. Don't they know when they're beat?"[/color] Without waiting for a response, she ran to close the distance between the two groups, leaving a mildly confused Klara behind. [color=00aeef]"I suppose a warmup to keep my energy up would not hurt..."[/color] she said with a shrug as she ran after her former opponent, leaving frosted footprints in her wake as she drew on her ki. With precision, Jonas launched some knives one at a time at the spines of the gangsters. As two of the knives became lodged within their backs, the others were in the midst of turning. Adjusting his shots, Jonas threw three more knives, one at a time, at the places where their backs would be in the time those blades landed. Staring down the screeching bastards, he barred his teeth as he blinked, scanning the small grouping. As soon as the eyes of the thugs surrounding her turned Brown moved, kicking off the ground and spinning into the air with an outstretched leg. [color=A52A2A]"[i][b]Āmīrippā![/b][/i]"[/color] She howled as her foot crashed through the jaws of the seven thugs closest to her, teeth flying from their mouths like shattered red and white Christmas ornaments. The hardened criminals crashed to the ground, their shrill cries and shrikes of agony muffled by the blood and teeth fragments that had quickly clogged up their windpipes. Heads snapped back to Brown and then back to the lava-fisted girl, the previously confident faces of the thugs straining from the frightening opposition placed against them. The Linebacker built leader of the group's eyes went wide at the magma fisted girl and quickly turned as Brown' landed. "I ain't gonna' let no fucking weak as bitch mak' a fo' a me!" The Linebacker slurred and charged forward towards Brown. His feet pumped and her threw himself forward, swining a thicked muscle ridden arm down at the little girl in front of her. He grit his teeth, expecting to feel the sweet satisfying impact of his knuckles against tender flesh be he caught dead air and stumbled foward. He spun around to see Brown stepping back into position where she'd been originally, having sidestepped his swing like she was passing someone in the hallway. Despite the almost casual movement she'd made the girl's face was hardened, her eyes wide and her lips twisted downward. [color=A52A2A]"Did you just say...that I'm [i]weak[/i]?"[/color] Brown asked her voice becoming quiet as the Linerbacker spat and raised his fist. "Once weak always weak! Now I'm gonna put you where you be- [color=A52A2A][i][b]"Sukaisendā!"[/b][/i][/color] A deafening crack drowned out the thug's words as Brown kicked off the ground and swung upwards. Her knuckles collided with the Linebacker's face and his feet were lifted off the ground, his nose collapsing back into his skull with a meaty squelch as he rocketed upwards. The man soared into the air and arced at the ten foot mark before plummeting back to earth. Brown landed seconds before the Linebacker did, his body crashing in a broken heap just outside the 'circle' of thugs. He was unmoving and not a sound left his body save for the gentle trickling of blood that rushed from the hole where his nose had been delivered into the frontal lobes of his brain. And now begins the worst fight scene in all of Roleplaying. The people who invented English must be rolling in their graves right now. The linebacker landed a few feet in front of Otsana, cutting off her sprint. She watched him for a few moments before she turned to the rest of the group. Gun still drawn, she looked around the group of gangsters. [color=lime]"You guys done already fucked up. I'm just overkill at this point. But..."[/color] With a couple of shots, she kneecapped a couple of the thugs closest to her. "Do not be so sure, leetle girl!" a voice overhead boomed out in a Russian accent straight out of a Red Alert cutscene. The mooks quickly moved to get out of the way as the speaker stomped forward, the ground shaking slightly as he shoved enemies out of his way. The ice giantess looked over in time to see a heavily muscular thug, almost as big as the Linebacker, approaching the pair of them, ugly as sin with a nasty looking scowl on his face as he cracked his knuckles. On instinct, Klara summoned and heaved an ice axe in his face, which he caught with a hand the size of a baseball glove and tossed aside without so much as a glance. [color=00aeef]"Ha, and I thought this would be boring!"[/color] Klara boasted with only a hint of wariness at the site of the human meat glacier opposing them. The towering chunk of man (if he could even be called that) eyed the other squabbling members as they were almost immediately brought down by these rat-sized giblets! If they couldn't even handle a few of these Nomads, what did that say about him? He wasn't stupid, that's for sure and he didn't even have a walkie talkie to contact the others with to go on to Plan B! Even with the pressure dead set on him, he kept a stone-cold face to the ongoing slaughter of the soldiers. He took one step back as he squinted and displayed a deep frown towards the evenly sized woman. Rapping his fingers on this frozen chunk, he let out a vigorous shout as he swung the axe and chucked it right back at its user, as well as two metal pipes he held in the other hand before launching his foot off the ground. As he went into a full-blown sprint, he ducked low to snatch a rather unwieldy machete. It would be awkward, but it would serve a purpose as the man tumbled off. Klara had no trouble avoid the axe, which fell apart when it flew in her direction. She had enough mastery of her powers to not be brought down with her own weapon. The lead pipes were a different story, and Klara had to throw her arm up to prevent the unfriendly projectiles from braining her. Catching sight of the rusty metal machete swining down on her, she made a grab for his arms, freezing her arms to negate the impact of the unpleasantly sharp object. The thug's momentum carried him forward as he slammed into Klara like a freight train. Klara's sheer size prevented her from being trampled as she was winded and thrown back by the blow, with her opponent staggered from hitting her. Klara's wheezing gasps trying to refill her lungs with air turned into a hearty laugh. [color=00aeef]"Is that the best you have, [i]veslingr[/i]??"[/color] she roared, a manic glint in her eye. [color=00aeef]"Come, hit me again!"[/color] "Are you a fookin' masokhist er' somethin'," the man rumbled a little bit as he regained his balance. He couldn't help but eye her from head to toe for some seconds... and then he sprinted. The goon took what remaining time he had to rush her the hell down. Letting out a ferocious battle jeer, he slammed into her in full force. There was no way in hell they would succeed with people like them around! He grit his teeth as he plunged one foot after the other, sending himself forward like a fighter jet. He felt the rush, the adrenaline pumping through his veins, his own animal instincts kicking into gear as he glared at Klara ravenously as a dog would be to the carcass of some bloodied rabbit. And then suddenly as they flew out, he plunged the machete into the masochists abdomen as they rode off [s]into the distance[/s], Klara laughing all the way. [hr] A quick punch to the ground sent a wave of spikes coming from herself, and knocked over a great deal of the thugs. She noticed that Jonas and Friends jumped in... they didn't have to. She had this covered, these were just useless thugs. Her fists were surrounded with stone as she threw one punch after another as she cut through the group of thugs. She threw a stone-powered uppercut, and sent the last one flying backwards. The group stood before a group of battered up thugs, and Brenda loudly cracked her leg as she faced the attacker. "Hey, sweetheart," Brenda said to catch her attention, "You okay? You don't look like you're from around here." She took a few steps forward. "Those guys were thugs from a gang called the Massacre Soldiers," She explained, before she looked at the ringleader with his face broken, "And I take it you're a fighter." Well, looks like Brenda was gonna handle the talking for now... and while she was doing it, he might as well start swiping the fodders wallets. Most of em' were probably dead or suffered severe brain damage from what he was sure of... and possibly some plastic surgery thrown in the mix if they had the cognitive skill to pull off such a task... eh, whatever. Between humming a tune and utter names, Jonas went to work, hands shuffling through the pockets of the massacred soldiers. [color=598527]"... hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, Ot- sah- ahn- a's... hm, hmph, hmm, Br- een- nd- a's... hmmmm, hummm, hmmmmmmm, muh- ah- ine... hmmdaaa, hmm, daaaa, Kl- ah- er- a's..."[/color] Juggling the petty cash holders, Jonas frisked through the pockets of the now broken leader of this motley band of morons... finding a wallet, yes, but something else... two something else's in particular... Retrieving his hand, the doctor found himself staring directly at a walkie talkie that was chipped at one of the corners and what looked to be... actually, what the hell is this thing?... eh, figure it out later. Raising an eyebrow, Jonas shoved the decimated leaders pay into his bag before retrieving that one walkie talkie he snatched the other night. Something was up... and not the good kinda up when someones preparing a surprise birthday. This was the type of up that was happening when throwing the surprise birthday with the recipient dying from shock two seconds later. Fiddling with his the device, Jonas played around with both of them, trying to catch a glimpse of any contact he could procure. Brown’s heels spun in the first as she faced the noise behind her. Fists raised and eyes wide, her whole body seemed to tense up with an unhinged intensity. Her feet slid backwards, taking a charging stand aimed at Brenda. Her teeth gritted as she readied herself to fight and kill what she assumed to be another enemy. Another mocking figure. However she stopped. Looking down she saw the gang members, floored and bleeding, at the rock girl’s feet. Hesitation and momentary confusion spread across the young girl’s face as she took in her surroundings. Blinking Brown shook her head and looked to Brenda with a somewhat unsure smile. As if she’d snapped out of some kind of state and hadn’t fully registered the dark skinned girl’s presence until that moment. [color=A52A2A]“Am I OK? Ummm…” [/color] The pale girl looked down at herself. Her knuckles as red as her boots, covered in blood and bits of broken molars. Outside of that she couldn’t feel any cuts or broken bones for a change. Smiling Brown looked up and nodded her head. [color=A52A2A] “Yeah I’m OK! Also, you’re right. I’m a fighter from Japan! I came here to , well, fight in the tournament. Then I was late and couldn’t join. Then I tried to sit down and eat lunch, but then I saw these guys planting [b]weird wirey bricks[/b] on the side of the stadium, and then I got upset...” [/color] Brenda raised her eyebrow. "... Bricks?" She questioned. Brown glanced around at the heaps of moaning men and corpses that surrounded her in a loose circle. [color=A52A2A]"And then now I'm feeling a lot better!" [/color] "... Ahhh, yeah, that's nice, sweetheart." This girl was weird as all hell. Brenda couldn't help but wonder if it was a Japan thing - then again, there was plenty of Japanese in Brazil and they weren't as weird as this chick. From her attitude, to her... really fetishy outfit, she wondered what manga this chick crawled out of because Brenda was about to push her back in. Though, while this girl wasn't all that important, what she said was probably the more pressing matter. "Gimme a moment." Brenda turned away from her, back to Jonas. "Yo, boss," Jonas glanced back at Brenda while he was crouching before twirling both walkie talkies like guns in a western before holstering them in his bag. Placing a hand on the ground, Jonas immediately flew up back to his height as he strolled on over to Brenda. Ugh, "boss." As much as he could consider himself a "boss" to her, it sounded... wrong. Dunno, maybe it was because that was the first time he was called that, but still, Jonas just didn't like it. And she [i]still[/i] was getting used to this [i]employee[/i] thing. "What do you think of what she's talking about?" Brenda said in a hushed tone, before she quickly turned to Brown, and then back. "She's a bit of a yahoo, but it'd be stupid to ignore her..." Brown meanwhile rubbed her nose while prodding an unconscious gangster with the tip of her boot, like a child poking a dead bird with a stick. Getting up close to Brenda, he looked at her with nearly dead eyes as the stone-hearted woman quizzed him on what the weirdo with no ki could be speaking of. [color=598527]"A good question... but an even bigger question is if she's dead or alive in any fashion."[/color] Peering over at the much younger, frail looking girl, Jonas squinted his eyes as they traced over the bold, black, interlacing lines he observed on her back. Swiftly whipping his head back, he returned his attention to Brenda. [color=598527]"The bricks first, her nonexistent ki next, and your pay afterwards."[/color] Patting himself in a rhythmic fashion on both thighs, Jonas then proceeded to pivot around and place a hand on his hip. Snapping a finger, he pointed his index directly at the girl. "... Who cares about her ki?" Brenda muttered to herself as she let Jonas do his thing. [color=598527]"Glad to hear you're fine miss, but I'm curious 'bout a few things..."[/color] Jonas let his arms fall to the waistline as he shifted over to the dead girl. Tilting his head a little, he briefly tried once more to sense her ki... and to no avail, nothing... was bijou breasts like that other weirdo in the suit? [color=598527]"First off, would you kindly tell us where they set these 'bricks?' These guys aren't exactly carpenter's."[/color] [color=A52A2A] "Hmm?" [/color] Brown looked up at the lab coat wearing man pointing at her with brief confusion. He looked like a doctor with a fancy lab coat and a mature, analytical air about him. Yet something about him made Brown feel he wasn’t the kind of doctor to give out lollipops. [color=A52A2A]"Oh, the things they pulled out of their big duffle bags? They're over there. I didn’t get a good look at them but they stuck them around the outside of the colosseum and I think some of them put them inside too.” [/color] As if mimicking the doctor Brown pointed to the nearby wall of the colosseum. There, firmly stuck to the steel support beam, was a brick of plastic explosives about the size of a dictionary. Colorful red and yellow wires spooled out of it. A glance down the wall made it clear there wasn't simply [i]one[/i]. The ex-special forces operator's ears perked up as she looked down the hallway. [color=lime] "If these chucklenuts have set up bombs around the place, I can disarm them pretty easily.[/color] She pulled out a small toolkit from one of her pouches and examined the nearest bomb. [color=lime]"The thing I worry about is someone sitting on the detonator while I'm working on these. Perhaps we should tell the authorities so they can evacuate people?"[/color] "Maybe." Brenda said, then she let out a sigh. "But, I hate to say it, but that would ruin the whole fighting cup." She explained. "And that grand prize will be gone." She sighed, as she realized how callous she sounded. "Me and wolfgirl lost... I think we can handle this while you fight, boss." [color=598527]"Jus' call me Jonas or Doc, the Boss stuff sounds... wrong,"[/color] he winced a little as he glanced at Brenda. Hopefully that was settled as he moved on to the more troubling aspect of this all - bombs. "Okay..." Brenda snickered. "... [i]Boss.[/i]" Jonas couldn't help but be a bit antsy to hear the word "bombs..." Though, he was a little glad to have the former special force's operator on their backs... and with Brenda's comment, multiple things started to cross his mind... was that thing he pilfered off that bloodied mooks body a part of the bomb? A detonator? Looking to the satchel, Jonas made sure to furrow through it rather swiftly before delicately producing the item. [color=598527]"Yo, Otsana, this the detonator you're talkin' about?"[/color] Jonas eyed the wolf girl before extending an arm out to hand her the mysterious item which he guessed was probably the detonator, but that was just an inference. For all he knew, it could just be a peculiar walkie talkie from the nineties or something. [color=lime]"Yep, that looks like it."[/color] She carefully takes the detonator from him. [color=lime]"A real homebrew job from the looks of it."[/color] She turns it over in her hands a few times. [color=lime] "Barely enough range to let them detonate from a safe distance."[/color] She looked over the bombs, trying to decide where to start the defusing. [color=A52A2A] "Is there anything I can do to help? [/color] Brown looked on, uncertain of what exactly was going on. "Look sweetheart," Brenda was going to let this girl down easy. Given her childish demeanor, she was just going to get in the way. "Just go grab a juice box and-" [color=598527]"Well, that's easy missy,"[/color] Jonas suddenly cut Brenda off, giving her a sharp look before returning his gaze back to the younger, less endowed lady. Crossing his arms, he gave a faint smile as he stuck out his index to the side. [color=598527]"All y'all gather 'round, you included, as I've gotta plan hatched up."[/color] [color=A52A2A] "Yay! Where can I find a juice box?" [/color] The pale girl beamed as she skipped over to Jonas and the others. Her hands clenched and unclenched eagerly, knuckles till covered in quickly drying blood. "Jus' have a seat and I'll get you one!" Brenda cheerfully said to Brown, before she shook her head, and focused on Jonas. While Brenda didn't care for the "missy" comment, she merely sighed and leaned into the doc's circle. Best to just swallow her pride long as it got the job done. Eyeing the whole group, he broke his crossed arms and instead outstretched one. As much as he didn't like how he couldn't detect this naive girls ki, there would be some practicality in learning a few things, as well as possibly exploiting this... spiritual evasion of sorts. [color=A52A2A]"OK! I really like apple juice. Orange juice makes the corners of my mouth hurt, especially if the skin is broken because I bit into someone's jugular too hard."[/color] Sitting down in front of Jonas with her legs crossed Brown leaned back and looked up at him, before looking to Brenda expectantly. The sarcasm in the darker skinned women's voice flying high enough over her head to strike a continent away. [color=A52A2A]"So what's your plan? Is it gonna be cool? Does it involve throwing people out of windows? I haven't thrown anyone out a window, at least not today anyway. Do those circular glass things on boats count as windows?" [/color] Jonas glanced about, wondering if the other two would hop in on this little tactics talk, but Wolfenstein was a bit busy toying around with the explosive, probably a little too into diffusing the satchel... understandable; if it was as homemade as she spoke of, then it probbably didn't have a secure mechanism and could blow if someone were to just breath slightly on it... But Klara... Jonas scanned the forlorn area and came up with multiple conclusions - that this icebound woman was possibly the stealthiest out of em' all, she went to grab a bite without them, etc. Whatever the case was, it was a little disappointing to see her dissipate into thin air as the man shrugged and let his head leisurely sag to the side. [color=598527]"... ok, whatev's, I'll just relay it to fire and ice later,"[/color] he mumbled as he snapped back to attention... and listened to this hyperactive kiddo talk so care-freely about kicking peoples asses. He frowned ever so slightly, nearly squinting at the girl before crossing his arms. [color=598527]"Alright, so the plan. There will be no theatrics here... not any that are loud enough to garner lotta' attention anyways,"[/color] he spoke under his breath as he glared at the woman-child before continuing. [color=598527]"You all are undergoing a stealth mission."[/color] Relieving his arms and setting a hand on his hip, he continued. [color=598527]"Thanks to Brenda's little comment about the prize, I've hypothesized they're going to use the explosives as a diversion... and while no one is looking, those goons will snatch away the prize money for themselves."[/color] Yeah, that sounded about right. While crap like this was used to send a message from what he read, he recalled the other night and his "negotiations." [color=598527]"While what Otsana said about alerting the authority sounds good on paper, in practice, it might be a little too ideal to work. For one, if these Soldiers We Massacred catch wind that something is awry, and will likely detonate the bombs, regardless... and even though she commented on these bricks being homecooked,"[/color] he jabbed a finger back at Otsana. [color=598527]"I have no idea how large the explosion will be..."[/color] [color=598527]"So with numerous factors in play, you three will need to undergo a stealth mission,"[/color] he put up his thumb, index, and middle finger. [color=598527]"The priority targets are the people with these walkie talkies..."[/color] Jonas held up one of the two talkies he had, eyeing it as if it was some grand jewel. [color=598527]"... and the detonators. Find a way to expose the dips who have these items and take em out first, then just wreck the allo' rest in any way... So, how does that sound?"[/color] "Personally, taking out the whole lot of them is more of my style," Brenda noted, as she put a hand on her hip, and briefly glanced at Brown to make sure she was still in her line of sight. "But, I can work with stealth." ... [i]To a limited extent, that is.[/i] Brenda thought to herself immediately after she spoke. This was going to be a tough one. While alerting the authorities might had been the most ethical decision, she knew that they would play right into their hands. If they took out the brains, they could easily scatter the rest of them like roaches. "Remember, I'm probably the loudest out of everyone here," Brenda started off. "Worse comes to worse; I'll just take out as many as I can." [color=A52A2A] "I can do that. Just find and [i]kill[/i] the people with the walkie talkies, then kill the rest of the bad people without too many finding out. We'll stop the stadium from getting blowned up and the prize money from being stolen! This will be a lot of fun. Plus it'll give me something to do since I can't do the tournament." [/color] Brown grinned, flexing her blood stained hands and kicking her battered booted feet against the ground in excited anticipation. "Kill..." Brenda trailed off as she faced the woman. "Sorry sweetheart, I don't know where you got the idea that we're killers, but we're not." She said, and made sure it was loud and clear. Was this girl some sort of weird woman-child? Maybe she had a different idea of how people should act, but these men... as stupid as they are, are just idiots. Criminals. "We knock them out, and let the authorities deal with them, and that's it." She narrowed her eyes. "[i]Stupid as they are, they're just[/i] criminals." Ooh, now this would be an interesting treat - the eccentric kill-happy mosquito and the stoically rock hard mountain having a small dialogue over killing. While the bloodied girl acted crazy, she probably got the memo for taking them out in any way possible... probably. He did raise his eyebrows and shook his head at her calling it fun, a little disturbing... acting as if this was some sorta game. Was he really this damn desperate for Nomads? Regardless, with Miss Brenda rocking it on next, he eyed her as she spat back at the younger fellow. Jonas dug his arms a little deep in, with the edges of his lips curling a shade downward. She didn't know what the life of a Nomad was like, there's no way in hell she would understand due to her own naivety in that area... hmph, Brenda would learn soon enough that self-righteousness and knocking some dips down would not be the best choice of action... especially ones that only care for the smell of fresh cash. Criminals or not, the best enemy was a dead one... after all, you gotta increase your chances of survival. The tattered, pale skinned girl visibly flinched at Brenda’s words. Her excited demeanor quickly withered, her limbs falling to her sides like heavy lead weights as a grimace flashed across her face. Brown realized it had happened without her knowing. [i]Again.[/i] [color=A52A2A] “Uh, yeah that’s what I meant. Sorry!” [/color] Brown forced a smile and nodded her head. [color=A52A2A] “I can kill- I mean I can’t kill- No wait, uhhhh. I can smash people in the face without killing them! Yeah. That’s why I have this!” [/color] Reaching into her back pants pocket she pulled a dark wooded yo-yo out into the light. It was fairly large in her hand, heavy and covered in deep nicks and faint scratches. The Yo-yo didn’t look like anything you could get in any proper store. Just the grain of the wood made it clear it’d been carved up and put together by hand. [color=A52A2A] “This can’t kill people. I mean, it can, but it's not as easy. Well no that’s not true either. As long as I don’t crush their heads then they should live, right? Yeah. This will work.” [/color] Brenda was left less than impressed when she heard Brown's speech. "... Cross the line, and I'm going to be the one to put a stop to your games, [i]Missy[/i]." Brenda spoke dead seriously, because she was never one to play games. Especially with kids that thought life was a game. Jonas was less than impressed by the girls display of weaponry, though he did see this pint sized powerhouse fuck up most of these goons out here, so what was he to judge about her yo-yo's? Regardless, he listened to the rest of the conversation as he pivoted around to some of the blood-stained crooks and knelt down next to one. Plunging down into possible corpse, his hand latched onto one of his knives lodged into the spine of one of the gangsters. [color=598527]"It doesn't matter how ya put them down, just make sure they don't contact other members or blow this place to smithereens,"[/color] Jonas shouted out as he ripped out a bloodied knife from someones back... a girl in her twenties who was probably never gonna walk again... Twirling the knife around, he pulled out some cloth from his bag and begun to rub down most of the grime and crusts of crimson. [color=598527]"Yo, Otsana, did you get what I said?"[/color] The mercenary looked back from her work, already having made short work of the first bomb. [color=lime] "You think that the Soldiers are trying to use these bombs to create a diversion to steal the prize money. Makes sense to me. You want us to undertake a sneaking mission to go find the rest of the chucklenuts with the bombs, secure the detonation remotes, and clean house. Do everything right and we come out looking like heros. Fuck up and,"[/color] she shrugs, [color=lime] "We either end up smears on the wall or looking like terrorists outselves."[/color] [color=598527]"Alright, glad t'see we're on the same page,"[/color] Jonas chirped as he put the knife back into his coat and began extracting the others. It was a bit messy, but he wasn't at all dissuaded by some of these brain-damaged dips or soon to be rotting corpses as he continued. [color=598527]"Let me get the rest of these, then we ca-"[/color] "Aaaaaaaalright ladies and gentlemen!" Andre's voice on the speakers was so loud that it could be heard from outside the building. "I hope you all kept yourselves occupied during the break, because the first round is abooooooout to begin!" "Knew this was coming..." Brenda said, as she put a hand on her hip. "We don't got a lotta time... Wolfgirl, I'll cover you. Lead the way." [color=598527]"Seriously? Its been that long already,"[/color] Jonas grumbled, looking up with an expression that matched what he said - jaw slightly agape, one eyebrow shot so far up that it could be apart of the clouds if it wasn't blonde. Instead of handling the knife with extreme precision and slow care, he began to rush the process a bit, one second removing the stained crimson, next bunny-hopping all the way over to the next corpse of a man to tear out his blade. [color=598527]"Well then, Otsana's in charge of you guys considering most of y'all were louder than her last night,"[/color] Jonas spoke up in a reverberating, rushed voice as he sloppily cleansed his next blade before moving onto the next. [color=598527]"Other than that, with her experience, I'm certain she'll be stand out as much as a cactus in Nevada."[/color] Brown's head turned and she looked at the stadium, feeling the vibrations of the announcement running through her veins. She bit her lower lip, feeling slightly sick as she was once again reminded of her failure. Placing her hands in the dirt she pushed herself to her feet and turned to the others. [color=A52A2A]"Well then let's get going then! Let's beat up the bad guys, stop the stadium from blowing up, and become heroes!" [/color] Brown shouted, throwing up an arm in a cheer before a draining, guttural rumble from her stomach stopped her. [color=A52A2A]"Um. Before we do that...does anyone want something to eat?"[/color] Brown turned around and ran off, quickly coming back with the pile of hand packed red bento boxes her mother had made for her. "I have enough to share if you want..." "... I'll get you that juice box." [color=A52A2A] "Yaaaaaay!" [/color] Brown shouted in an elated, childish cry of satisfaction.