[img]https://i.imgur.com/q0GpKA5.png?1[/img] [hr] This did not turn out to be the [i]fight[/i] that Freaky-D was envisioning it to be. More of a… beatdown. And he was [i]not[/i] looking like the victor. Arianna grabbed D, and like a rubber band she pulled herself and him together. Using her momentum to drive her knee into his gut. For a moment she was shocked by how inhumanly solid he was. He didn’t yield or crumple like normal people, and it felt like he only bent over because she forcefully [i]pulled[/i] him over. She briefly considered eating through him, but fought that thought back. She needed him alive to find out what he had seen before she killed him. Any loose ends could compromise her end goal, and if he knew that she was here, then The Promise could [i]stop[/i] her before she finished her mission. She couldn’t let that happen. She looped her arm around his neck, and ran her feet along an adjacent wall, using Freaky-D’s body as a springboard to launch herself backwards and down, effectively RKOing Freaky-D and driving his helmeted head into the ground. She flowed around his body as he fell, her form shifting and using where her arm had been as an anchor point. As Freaky-D hit the ground, he was effectively stomped by the neck into the floor. Feeling confident that she pinned him down, her hands came down to the base of his helmet, and she began prying it off. Or at least, trying to. If she could expose the base of his skull, she could paralyze him. She could keep him alive until he talked after that. And it was in that moment, where D seemed most vulnerable, in a spur of what could have been brilliant cunning, sheer stupidity, or just plain dumb luck… [color=red][b][i]“REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-”[/i][/b][/color] Maximum volume output. Bass-boosted to hell and back. [i]An instrument of the devil himself, made real[/i]. Arianna’s grip immediately slackened, and her whole body shimmered, her colors and shapes warping rapidly and without control. In a brief moment of clarity she stepped away, her arms flying around her torso in some misplaced attempt to regain control of herself. “What the hell are you doing to me!” D raised his head in somehow-detectable mixture of both shock and excitement. The thoughts of that mediocre third Raimi Spider-Man movie came rushing back to him, as it all suddenly clicked. His trump card against this enemy was his most powerful weapon of all. [i]LOUD NOISES.[/i] He raised his legs and jumped back up onto his feet, and without any hesitation, bombarded Arianna with even more sound. [url=https://youtu.be/uKwiYBUAXOU][i][b]“GET IT ON THE FLOOR, GET IT GET IT ON THE FLOOR GET IT ON THE FLOOR, GET IT GET IT ON THE FLOOR-”[/b][/i][/url] At this point, Arianna was beginning to find it difficult to simply stand or maintain her form. It felt like her whole body’s funny bone had been struck- she felt like what TV static felt like. D approached her in between swinging his arms around, dancing in his familiar, ridiculous manner. And his dancing quickly turned to a direct offense. [color=red][i][b]“YOU DON’T WANNA PARTY THEN YOUR ASS GOTTA GO, YOU DON’T WANNA PARTY THEN YOUR ASS GOTTA GO-”[/b][/i][/color] He was spinning, [i]windmilling[/i] as the ancient scriptures put it, his fists colliding with the gelatinous material now [i]poorly[/i] comprising Arianna’s form, sending bits and pieces of her flying away. He began mixing in his feet with the attacks as well. [color=red][b][i]“NOW YOU CAN RIDE TO THIS, MUTHAFUCKA, BOUNCE TO THIS, MUTHAFUCKA, FREAK TO THIS, MUTHAFUCKA, LET’S GET IT OOOOOOON-”[/i][/b][/color] Fist sized clumps of her body flew off as he struck her, hitting the floor like gelatin that was not quite solid. Her form rapidly strunk, eventually losing support entirely, her crippled body hitting the floor with a wet splat. She fought against the noise, pulling herself back together [i]almost[/i] as quickly as she was falling apart. She wasn’t hurt, and she wasn’t dying. That was perhaps the strangest part of all of this. She [i]felt[/i] fine, but she couldn’t hold herself together. It was then that, once again, brilliance struck D. He took the second mason jar he’d been holding onto for handgun magazines, and popped it open. As he did, he played a record scratch, and in a matter of seconds, switched songs. [url=https://youtu.be/2gDb_axpfeY][i][b]“I WAS GOOD, SHE WAS HOT, STEALING EVERYTHING SHE GOT, I WAS BOLD, SHE WAS OVER THE WORST OF IT”[/b][/i][/url] He scooped up a lump of the blue-tinted goo into the jar and sealed it up. [color=red][i][b]“GAVE ME GEAR, THANK YA DEAR, BRING YOUR SISTER OVER HERE, LET ‘ER DANCE WITH ME JUST FOR THE HELL OF IT”[/b][/i][/color] And with that, he was off. He bolted away from the discombobulated Arianna, out of the Panera Bread, with the smallest piece of his foe in hand to do… God knows what with. Arianna pulled herself together again, cursing as she did so. She knew a part of her had been taken, and was well on the way to trying to escape. She considered chasing him, but her eyes flashed to the clock. It had been a while now, and the guards would be returning soon. She growled, a deep scowl on her face, and flowed into the adjacent wall. She would take care of him later, assuming she didn’t compromise her immediately as soon as he could. He would get his. She swore it. [hr] [img]https://i.imgur.com/kqCeKN6.png?2[/img] [hr] Radvi wiped a bit of the blood from the scratch on his cheek as he approached Eli. “We stay here and hold a defensive.” He said in reply, “We have someone out getting us weapons.” And hopefully, he would be back with them [i]soon[/i]. “Who’s this?” Noelle asked, motioning towards Eli but keeping her attention on Radvi. “This is Eli.” Radvi replied, “She’s a mentalist, and she’s good people. Didn’t really cross my mind to introduce you two before now. But, regardless, good to have you out here.” That last part, he said to Eli. Noelle turned her attention towards the unconscious metal-covered prisoner. She took a moment to grab him by his side and, with a bit of struggling and taking care not to scratch her legs or torso, turn him over onto his back. She paused for a moment, and then grabbed a metal spike protruding from his shoulder and snapped it off with a few tugs. His eyes weren’t covered - straight paths to the brain. She raised the spike and… Eli looked away. Radvi only winced a bit as the spike went in through the eye. No prisoners. Gennedy’s orders. That being said, Noelle wasn’t a guard. But she certainly carried herself like one at present. A side of her that Radvi had not seen in years. At that moment, the comms came up. [i]“Radvi, this is Gennedy.”[/i] “Yes, sir?” Radvi replied, touching his earpiece. [i]“Cara’s gotten through the lockdown. Rest of the force is en route to Sector B. How’s the shelter looking?”[/i] Radvi looked at the scrapes and puncture marks the prisoner had left on the bunker door. “Door’s a bit damaged, but everyone’s still safe inside.” [i]“Hold position, you’ll have backup soon.”[/i] “Understood, sir.” Comms dropped. Gennedy was telling Radvi to do what he’d already been doing, but he wasn’t about to start pointing out the obvious when the Chief was, more than likely, [i]very pissed off[/i]. So he, Noelle, and Eli would stay right where they were. Hopefully soon with some [i]guns[/i] delivered to them- [url=https://youtu.be/bskpDw46jM0][i]“YEAH-”[/i][/url] And as if by the order of some unseen script, D came racing around the corner on his skates. “[i]Now[/i] he gets back!” Noelle called out. He had a rifle on his back, a handgun at his side, and two mason jars in hand. One full of handgun ammunition and the other… Not? D rode right up to Noelle and handed her the rifle, the handgun, and the ammo. And while he was standing near Eli, he turned and grabbed her hand, shaking it vigorously while she was still confused as to what the hell was going on. Afterwards, he turned again and rode up to Radvi, handing him the other mason jar. It was full of this… [i]violent[/i], blue organic material. Writhing about, as if attempting to break free. Radvi took the jar in his hands, while D tapped its lid with his finger. [i]‘HERE’S YOUR CULPRIT’[/i] flashed across his helmet in bright yellow letters on a black screen. And with that, he began riding away once more, around a corner, and further down the street, away from the scene and off to wherever. Radvi stared at the D as he made his exit, as did Eli, while Noelle had already taken to prepping the munitions. He stared down at the jar in his hands, examining the active contents within. [i]Culprit…[/i] Radvi didn’t know what the hell D had done out there besides gather weapons, but he wasn’t about to cast aside any possible explanations as to who the hell was behind this mess. So he kept the jar.