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Luke Schwarz | Brewing Heist

"Aaaaayyyyyy!"

That sounded like—

"HRRK!"

Even as he drew up to his full height and spouted his pithy one-liner, Luke suddenly felt himself being accelerated in the very surprising direction that was straight backward and by a truck. And to make matters even more disorientating this acceleration was happening collar first.

What the—

"Luuuuuuuuke," called the buxom boxer grabbing him from within the vehicle in a manner akin to a kitten.

"Lauren?!" he responded incredulously, twisting himself bodily to try and find purchase on the back of the truck.

"Hurry up and climb in!" she ordered, dutifully tugging him closer with her arm whilst she multitasked the rest of the demands of driving. He was trying, but it was easier said than done...

"I'm gonna rear end the truck!"

Not that the difficult things weren't the most worth doing, that was!

Scrambling, stretching, and generally skittering forward however he could, the boy managed to crawl his compact frame through the window in short order, brushing away most of the glass shards he encountered with an armored hand.

Once safely seated, he chased after his new number one priority.

The driver.

"What's the big idea here?"

Luke Schwarz | Brewing Storm

God, was that thing big.

Having found his feet after a minute or two of hurried shuffling mid-recovery, Luke's first remark upon exiting the facility with Lauren and Cian was a breathed "Holy..."

It was massive. He'd known Grimm, Manticores in particular, could get large, but this one made him question how the building had even supported its weight in the first place! It was bigger than his house!

He could scarcely believe they were expected to fight it...

And yet, as if responding to his incredulous thoughts, the gunship swooped in low, lower than it had been circling previously by a good margin—

And opened fire.

Hundreds of bullets tore into the hide of the beast within the span of a second, the low rumbling of a high-caliber chaingun soon replaced by almost deafening cries of rage and agony. Confused, disoriented, and suddenly much more ventilated than before, the massive Grimm and those watching it had been reminded all too suddenly of the fact that it wasn't invincible.

That makes it easier...

In fact, the confusion and pain would make for the best opportunity to dish some real hurt on the thing all day. It was exactly what you were taught in any combative situation, that disorienting your opponent would leave much more exploitable openings than allowing them to remain alert and focused.

Not to be outdone by technological advancement, their close air support gained another, perhaps more powerful dimension as Goodwitch herself dove into the fray, meeting the angered swipe of a paw with the arcane equivalent of oversized buckshot, snapping it back.

And while she's got its attention—

His mind raced.

The Professor followed up with another volley to the same forelimb, magical power gouging deep into the muscle of their enemy's limb.  She completed a graceful, telekinetic descent to the earth as it staggered under its own suddenly unstable weight, its viability as a target for a follow-up higher than ever—

And Luke was far too cautious to let a perfect chance like that pass him by.

Even as her heels touched the ground, he had already broken into a dead sprint towards the massive Grimm after telling his present company that he was "About to do something pretty crazy". Rushing past the professor, he sprang upward, flinging himself directly at the Manticore's head while it was still reeling.

This thing is armored everywhere, and I don't exactly have the best weapons to deal with it—

It turned its face towards the oncoming blur, attempting to snap at him with its jaws, but he was coming in too high, too fast. The apex of his leap carried him clear, and he landed directly onto the heavy, solid brow ridge with an impact that would have been considerable to something that wasn't so massive.

Of course, trying to hurt it by jumping on it was a fool's errand. 

Therefore, I what I need to exploit—

One armored hand gripped a fistful of mane and clung to it for dear life even as the Grimm attempted to shake him off, whilst the other became encased in steel rotating at high speeds, his drill whirring to life. He brought the drill back—

Is the most unarmored target it has!

And thrust it deep within the baleful orange eye that was glaring up at him with every ounce of strength he could muster.

The result was immediate, black smoke gushing out of the wound as the Manticore howled in agony loud enough to reverberate in his bones and a paw came up to the eye, looking to both clutch at the source of the pain and kill whatever was responsible—

But Luke had already ripped his drill free. With his armored hand, he yanked himself skyward, swinging just over a claw the size of his arm that was connect to a paw the size of his whole body—

And what came up must come down, so when both gravity and the arc of his swing pulled him back towards the earth, he utilized the momentum of centrifugal force to its fullest extent, and drove the point of his drill straight down into the other eye.

The Manticore was now blind.

Kicking off of the agonized beast, Luke made himself scarce without a fraction of a second to spare, as every free limb swiped out at where he had been and where he might have gone.

Landing and tucking into a roll, he sprinted clear as soon as his feet were under him, skidding to a stop and panting while the Manticore thrashed about, his eyes wide with adrenaline and not a small amount of surprise.

D-

Did I just pull that off?

"...I think it might be mad now." he remarked at length, even as another of his peers swooped in to take his place.

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