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Rise of the Adepts: Septima Strikers (ASG PowerPunk/Futuristic) [Reboot]

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Rise of the Adepts: Septima Strikers (ASG PowerPunk/Futuristic) [Reboot]

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Rise of the Adepts: Septima Strikers (ASG PowerPunk/Futuristic) [Reboot]

The groups of divers still on deck trained their sights on the figure who appeared from the swirling blue portal. The call for surrender, however, had them relax their aim, if only for a moment. A moment later, and the rather finely dressed young Japanese man seemed to come to advocate for the scrawnier looking individual... only to have a vicious explosion of wind tear up the two nearest divers.

As the wind Adept approached, one diver from each of the five circles of hostages began to open fire. However, as would be expected, they made no impact, as a wispy after image took all the shots. His attempt to bash one of the divers with the harpoon gun, however, didn't go so well, as his inexperience with it caused him to only knick the opponent's forehead, which brought a flurry of harpoons at him, thirteen lines buzzed as they uncoiled towards the wind Adept.

The diver's fist swung out towards the right of his target, crashing into the back of his head. However, the man found himself thrown off balance by the follow through for some unknown reason as the meticulously placed gravity slingshot caused the diver to tumble down the stairs.

Being so preoccupied by the man from the blue portal and the interluding wind Adept, most of the divers did not notice the man in black. Those who did had already fired their harpoons, and could only draw short diving knives.

The albino woman would find not a diver around her, but a younger man with pink hair and bright green eyes- in a coat of a similar color to his hair- rushing past holding a spear. There was a mild wound on his shoulder, and a chain with what looked like a dog tag jingled at his neck. He didn't seem to see the woman, however, as he turned the corner and began to silently pursue the large group that had gone below decks.

Despite the call that had been placed, there was no police presence as of yet.

Rise of the Adepts: Septima Strikers (ASG PowerPunk/Futuristic) [Reboot]

As the Space Walker turned to look around the disheveled cargo room, the divers who were able fired upon him. Four harpoons raced towards his back, as well as a flurry of bullets from three of the disabled divers. A few others began to cough and sputter, going into shock.

The effective execution of the defeated divers went off without a hitch, save for the pale girl snatching up one of the barely-breathing divers. Despite her questioning, he didn't answer, keeping relatively stone faced. Whether this was because of intense training and loyalty, or the man not understanding the language in which she spoke, the young woman was unable to tell.

The rush of divers was so sudden and quick that it would be impossible to catch them all. So, while some were forced back, and others went to continue their mission, another begrudgingly stayed behind, and attempted to punch the German man in the back of the head.

The fighter in pink gripped his shoulder for a moment, then shrugged off the injury. There was a slight burn from where the harpoon line ran against his flesh. He let out a breath, seeing an individual in black slide out of the way of the harpoon, causing the line to go limp. Seizing the opportunity, he gripped the line, and yanked it heavily over his shoulder, drawing the line forward with a mighty heave. As the diver had his harpoon gun clipped to his belt, he was rather rudely jolted forward. Breaking the guard from the ring around the boat's passengers, the fighter in pink turned with keen eyes, landing a powerful kick into the diver who came crashing into his foot. Since he was preoccupied with this, he did not see the dashing young man with light brown hair approach and introduce himself to the other two adepts who had finished their combat.

Digimon: Cyber Beasts

Totally am.

Rise of the Adepts: Septima Strikers (ASG PowerPunk/Futuristic) [Reboot]

Um, what exactly happened?

Rise of the Adepts: Septima Strikers (ASG PowerPunk/Futuristic) [Reboot]

It's going fine.

Digimon: The Convergence of the Human and Digital Worlds

Mostly good, thanks. Yourself?

Rise of the Adepts: Septima Strikers (ASG PowerPunk/Futuristic) [Reboot]

The moment the whirling vortex of wind appeared, the lunging diver began wincing in pain as he moved. However, he was still able to punch the adept in the back of the head before the wind stopped, leaving him breathless. He stumbled back, panting a bit, as the boat slowed, then lurched to a drifting stop, floating in the ocean. The diver who had punched the Adept was then impaled by a curved blade, falling to the ground, the next was sent staggering as the heavy weight crashed into him. However, a small red light was now blinking, and letting out a buzzing sound on the console next to the tiller. The ship was going to be late.

The man who had been kicked scrambled away in fear, clutching his stomach, and fumbling with his pocket. After he pulled out a small device, he spoke into it, calling for assistance, saying the job was in jeopardy. After stowing the assault rifle, however, the skinny adept would find that there was no duffle bag to be seen. Some of the mauled divers began crawling towards the stairs, while others writhed in agony and despair as they bled out in excruciating pain, almost unable to hear what was being said.
"You... you're a monster!" one of the divers shouted, and began shooting a pistol with a panicked persistance from his position on the ground.

The German man running wildly up the stairs to the deck would be met with the sight of a pale woman running away from the wall, as an explosion sounded moments later. Not long after that, a throng of divers began running down the stairs, some almost ignoring him. The passengers who had been rounded up remained guarded, however.

As Palav and the new Arrival rushed forth, they would see a beam of smokey darkness blast through several of the divers who had gathered near the stairs. A few stray shots floated past the beam, but most didn't make it past the beam. Hindered by the beam, they were helpless against the slash from the new arrival, which cut right through five of them, as the beam disabled three. The fighter in pink paused as he saw this, a harpoon from the hostage guards cutting through his shoulder, before barreling towards one of the other adepts in the fight.