Dblade26

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

If you jump a few minutes ahead, you can involve pretty much anyone who isn't clearly defined as elsewhere, @Dblade26.

@Ellri

Right so as part of this...who isn't clearly defined as elsewhere?

Who wants a piece of Khan? Or more preferably all of the pieces...attached to each other...in the correct working order!

Flying Fists, Burning Spirit (Wuxia)

I'm in! Just gimme a bit to figure out a character!

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

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Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Not sure exactly what to do since I dunno who else is in-scene with me, but I'll give it a try somehow!

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Did anyone ever reply to the scene that I'm in, maybe without me noticing?

Character Crossover Crisis City (C4 Reboot)

Unfortunately Damian's response to Hibiki not really attacking people was 'Clearly I need to show her how to properly attack people!"

Character Crossover Crisis City (C4 Reboot)

Damian Wayne

As the bizarre, likely magical train rolled to a stop and Damian rolled out of the cargo hold prepped for whatever insanity this morphing, reality bending world was about to throw at him he was greeted by the sight of a veritable horde of delinquents and numerous buildings on fire. Overly large, punk-styled bikers wielding chains and big knives and makeshift clubs and if his eyes didn't deceive him some sort of flamethrower, all of them rippling with needlessly over-developed muscles and sporting cruel grins or laughing maniacally as they menaced innocents with imminent violence of one kind or another.

If he actually were any mere child instead of Damian Wayne, such a comfortingly familiar sight after the past day and a half of ludicrousness would have been enough to bring tears to his eyes. As it was he just found himself smirking uncontrollably and launching himself into the fray without a second thought. Was that girl powered by music from before actually trying to negotiate with those piles of scum? Well, Damian had the cure for that sort of naive approach.

Specifically his cure started with a sharpened bird-a-rang through the hand of a mook about to hit the girl with a machete, the man's grin suddenly replaced with a shocked scream. As a follow-up, a flying side-kick to the back of the head of the same biker that lead to a satisfying impact under his heavily reinforced boot along with the typical unconscious slump, momentum doing for the Boy Wonder what his small size didn't accomplish. He whirled as another thug whipped a chain at him, stepping inside of its' reach to blunt some of the momentum with an armored gauntlet and allowing it to wrap around him. The chain-wielder grinned as he assumed the small boy was now trapped, only to spasm and howl in pain as the masked child gripped the metal chain and activated his gloves' electroshock feature until the big man keeled over limp. Taking the chain for himself he whirled it at another's feet and yanked to bring him down with a wrapping maneuver to the ankles. Then Damian jumped on the disoriented thug's chest with a thud and began punching him in the head rapidly and mercilessly with his weighted, armored gauntlets.

He turned to Hibiki with a rather stern expression on his young face even as he continued to casually reduce a man's features to bloody hamburger "People like these really aren't deserving of mercy or second chances, you know. I mean really-" Another thug trying to flank him from behind was surprised as the young boy suddenly backflipped and wrapped his legs around the poor man's shoulders like a piggyback ride from hell, hands jabbing for a pair of pressure points at the neck that sent him to the ground "-you need to have a certain amount of professional pragmatism to work as a proper hero."

As a demonstration, Damian rolled off the unconscious enemy's back and proceeded to slam a gauntlet into a fifth thug's groin, then grabbed the big man's head as he bent over in order to deliver a series of teeth-shattering Muay Thai flying knees until his opponent's legs gave out. Then the child brushed himself off disdainfully, gestured around to the girl as if asking her to take in his handiwork, then checked each unconscious man's vitals in turn. After making sure none of them were dying, he gave them a few admittedly childish steel-toed kicks to the ribs for good measure before scampering off in search of more thugs to fight.

This was at least something about this crazy world that finally made sense to Damian.

Maximum Comics: Dawn of Justice | REBRANDING - PLEASE STAY TUNED

New York City,
Chinatown
11:00 PM

Danny had no time to admire the raw instinctual kung fu duel that was raging on between the White Tiger and the wolf yaoguai, not when he had his own deadly dance of sorts to attend. Well, considering the number of eerily synchronized cultists maybe it was more like a deadly flash mob where he was the only one who hadn't been let in on the choreography. In which case he'd just have to make up his own moves as he went along.

Ha. Danny Rand-Kai, Master of Dance-Fu! Wait 'till Brother Shang hears about this!

The thought inspired him to perform a limbo-like power-slide under an out-thrust spear of shadow before vaulting off of a hand into a low to the ground, qi-fueled double kick that sent that particular cultist sprawling to the rooftop with shattered kneecaps. Immediately afterward he had to roll out of the path of an oversized meat-cleaver-like sword and beneath the flat and empty eyes of three more cultists, weapons upraised. Taking inspiration from an old Bruce Lee movie he had watched with his father, he spun into an almost break dancing sort of move on the ground, lashing out with feet and fists as he twirled. Neither technique had exactly been K'un-L'un approved, but Danny was sure that The Thunderer would have enjoyed the pragmatism of the movements.

With four cultists down there were still a seeming eternity more to go, and as he rose he found himself surrounded by even more of the slack-jawed, void eyed figures. Danny prepared to take on still more of the seemingly endless army, careful to avoid even the slightest scratch of their dark qi infused weaponry.

That is, until White Tiger sent the wolf demon bowling directly into the biggest mass of cultists and knocked them sprawling in all directions.

Finally, the opening Danny had needed all this time.

With the wolf demon and enough of the cultists temporarily out of it, he was finally able to find his center and call on the Qi of Shou-Lao. To open himself to the molten Heart of The Dragon, its' burning energy filling his body, collecting into his fist

Until it began to glow, to smolder, to burn.

Like unto a thing of Iron didn't do it justice. Enraged at finally having his enemies within his sights, at the personal, psychological cruelty embodied by the wolf demon, at finally having a real target after ten long years, he drew on still more power. His burning fist glowed like a beacon, then roared into a blaze like a bonfire that seemed to consume the entire right side of his body. With this much power, this much rage flowing through him, he no longer saw the enemies before him. It was no longer about them. This next blow wasn't struck against this horde of foes...no, it was intended to be the first strike against the being who took his family away. So When he struck there was no banter no joke no proper kiai, just one long syllable full of ten-years repressed rage.

"KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!"

The explosion of golden fire that followed lit up Chinatown like a signal fire.

So it was a little cheesy, and nearly blowing up a rooftop was maybe a little much, but the world of mystical kung fu was not known for its' subtleties. It got the point across, and if his stunt at the fight club hadn't gotten word out, well the whole of New York's mystical martial arts scene would know there was an Iron Fist in town now. Besides, Danny Rand had never learned about Star Trek.

More importantly, there didn't seem to be a single cultist left conscious, although Danny noted with as much irritation as he could muster that the wolf demon was suddenly conspicuously absent. On the other hand that irritation was driven out of his mind as the effort he had expended sent him collapsing to his hands and knees, head spinning for a minute. Two uses of the Iron Fist in one night were straining enough, but he had never tapped that level of power for it before. He would need some serious rest.

For now though he preemptively waved off any attempt by White Tiger to check on him, although he didn't rise.

"I'll just be a minute. Exploding a small army of kung fu demons off of a rooftop takes...considerable tolls.

He would probably have to explain a few things to her, about what his connection to all of this was, the deal with the Iron Fist and her own abilities, the community she was technically part of as the bearer of the Jade Tiger Amulet...

Later. Right now he just wanted to throw up, maybe cry a little.

Character Crossover Crisis City (C4 Reboot)

Damian Wayne

Damian had hung back and observed throughout the insect fight, using it as a chance to assess each participants abilities as well as the features of said giant insects. Of course, if any of them had been in legitimate danger the Boy Wonder would have been obligated to step in and turn the tide of battle himself but fortunately they all had turned out to be more than capable of defending themselves and each other. This was certainly a mixed group with strange abilities. An obese plumber with super-strength, that markswoman with the talking motorcycle, the...Japanese pop star(?) with song based super powers, the martial artists and more. If he had to fight them he would have to think tactically but...that wasn't what was important now.

A relief effort was being organized to potentially aid residents of the city suffering in the aftermath of the locust attacks. Damian was...frankly loathe to consider being burdened by a team of any sort, especially one where his natural role as leader was likely to be contested and the makeup was entirely of strangers with unknown powers. That said, his father would say he had a duty to lend a hand to those in a state of crisis and perhaps even his grandfather would assert that as an Al Ghul it was his role to shape the chaos after a disaster...although likely more to winnow out the weak and rebuild things in his own image. Regardless, he would just have to go on his own and offer his help unhindered by this so-called group of heroes.

He saw his chance when the train arrived. Toylike though it was, it would still serve his purposes nicely. So, the costumed boy wasted no time gaping or discussing, only sneaking around the crowd and clambering up and aboard the train and hiding in what appeared to be a sort of cargo area. The train would take him to the people he needed to help and this would let him avoid the annoyance of inevitable hero team ups, for now.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

~|Day 2: 11:56-12:10 GST|~
~|Aboard the Kaggath, Prison Complex: Khan Sainen|~

Khan had been more than a little distracted, taking in the details of the room that was apparently to be their sleeping quarters and assessing them. He had frankly expected something a little more dungeon-like, though that seemed to be a running theme with him and his observations so far in terms of this whole experience. The beds actually looked comfortable enough, which he supposed was important for everybody's morale. Unfortunately there seemed to him to be a lack of anything that could be considered a viable improvised weapon when a possible time for escape came around. Well, unless the young Echani particularly felt like attempting to pillow-fight his Sith captors to the death. The thought almost made him chuckle in spite of himself, although mainly his stance shifted to a more amused one. He did, at least in the back of his mind, take in the fact that someone had mentioned there were perhaps half a dozen prisoners on board in addition to the ones in the room. He should probably try and meet all of them, at some point. If he had to fight, it seemed increasingly likely that his skills and body would be his only weapons when the time came. That was fine, he'd been training his whole life to do just that and-

Oh, someone had asked him his name! A Canisha apparently, one who seemed to be suffering from some sort of semi-debilitating injury, but whose stance nevertheless seemed rather bright, relaxed and happy by his estimates. Naturally this brightened the young Echani's own mood considerably, although he was already surprisingly full of energy.

"I'm Khan Sainen! I've only recently arrived, but apparently there was a big riot earlier! A lot of us will be staying here, right? That means we'll probably have a good chance to meet the other prisoners soon enough! Then we can all exchange whatever we know and get to know each other, at least!"

Again, it irritated him just slightly that hardly anybody knew how to properly introduce themselves outside of the Echani, but then again this Canisha seemed injured, so an introductory sparring session would probably have been a bad idea.

"Then again, even if we do get to know each other and figure out our situation it's not like we have weapons to fight back with...well, unless you want to help me pillow-fight the Sith to death!"

The thought had been bouncing around in his brain a little since he first had it, and besides that a little humor couldn't hurt too much right? This Knight Denso had shown that much when Khan was first brought aboard, at least.