[IC] Tempest Comics-Insurrection

[Stryder]

Cassius whistled to himself as he walked down the sidewalk, paying no attention to the people he passed by. His sixth sense was like a spider hissing in his head but not out of anger, as if to tell him look out. He instinctively moved to left as his sense had "instructed" and grabbed the weapon that came toward him, quickly spinning around he traced the weapons angle and saw something he though he wouldn't see. A cybernetic with, very very sharp teeth and by the looked of it, a nasty attitude, this wasn't good, he was too out in the open, he couldn't run inside and grab his suit. He just had to fight this...this in public, hopefully it didn't get him killed.

[WitchChild]

"The prey is quick. The prey is strong. Maybe the prey won't die fast" The hunter said seemingly to himself. He had barely opened his mouth and his voice came from a voice box. The voice was deep and somewhat raspy, similar to that of a smoker. It had the characteristic of a previous authority figure, someone who was used to give orders and be obeyed but was now out of tune, distant and demented. He tilted his head first to the left and then to the right, his hand reaching around his back and pulled another retractable javelin, the last one too.

People all around them began to run away as the hunter armed himself with the weapon, many going to a seemingly safe distance and pulled out their personal deviced to record, few of which used the devices to call the authorities.

"Will it run? Will it hide? Will it stand and fight or will it lay down and die?" The hunter said as he started to walk right, circling the prey. His free hand twitched, seemingly from anticipation. The point of his weapon touched the ground to produce an annoying and ear piercing screech, like a rusty nail on a chalkboard. "The prey must make it fun, must make it worth while. The hunt is no fun against weak prey."