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Hmm maybe but the vulnerability angle I like too. It obviously won't weaken and poison an Angel like it would a Fairy but maybe it can pierce his defenses?
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I dunno. Its in the Bible. In my head canon Iron is just like Kryptonite to a lot of supernatural stuff, Heavenly beings included apparently. Probably not as much as Faeries though.
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Krein, Well lets hope he isn't holding too much back otherwise he is kinda ridiculously powerful.
Abysse, This is mostly based off that Bible verse that says that God was driven back with Iron Chariots.
Abysse, This is mostly based off that Bible verse that says that God was driven back with Iron Chariots.
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Pixi, Both of them yordles? Would you consider diversifying? We don't even have a Vampire :P Codenames not required but one will probably be stuck upon them if they aren't chosen haha.
Poly, Don't worry about that haha.
Also updated every situation except Krein's bout with the Summoner. Just his luck he gets the toughest one so far :P
Poly, Don't worry about that haha.
Also updated every situation except Krein's bout with the Summoner. Just his luck he gets the toughest one so far :P
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The Lab
The two men fell to the ground, groaning in pain until Santana turned his hand on them. Suddenly the men screamed as their bodies turned a sickly green, their skin becoming hairless and ruddy, green liquid that sizzled the ground as it leaked from their mouths and noses. The men gurgled and rose before diving at Sixgun, shooting two streams of the sickly green fluid at him. Meanwhile Santana had managed to eliminate half of the assorted mooks, Witchfinder, Fontana, and the survivors pouring on the fire. Beads of sweat began to rain down his forehead as his decay field stopped the bullets. La Sombra was nowhere to be seen.
Maroni's
The henchmen and every hostage in their vicinity were thrown to the ground and groaned and the floor, some of them managing to level their weapons and keep firing on the angel. Ghost's immaterial form was completely unaffected by the angelic fist and the villain smirked as his ghostly hand passed through Zaphkiel's arm sending a wave of shocking agony up his arm. He kept the hand there as his other hand travelled closer and closer to Zaphkiel's chest. Stalker snarled as her knives had no effect on the angel. She reached into her belt and drew two more. These were different, pure iron blades. Iron was the bane of the Fae and many supernatural creatures including those of Heaven. As such she lifted them in her hands and flung them at Zaphkiel's stomach.
Downstairs the room was chaos. Ocean Warrior had managed to deal with the henchmen close at hand. The ones who flew through the portal collected themselves and seeing the new heroes all gripped weapons, several firing guns at Break Neck. Locust forgot about Shifter entirely and dove at Ocean Warrior in a hissing mass of insectoid muscle and fury. Permafrost turned her back on Killshade, who was slowly but surely wearing away at the ice. The ice villain instead refroze the doorway and began firing ice blasts at where she had seen Shifter last.
Villa was about to shoot Killshade before Pariah burst into the room and leveled his pistol at her. Villa dodged to the side right before he fired and dove behind a table. The hero and villain began an intense shootout, Villa's reflexes and accuracy an equal match for Pariah's skill and experience neither of them managing to hit the other as they ducked and fired. Bishop grunted and pitched forward dropping Sheila to the ground but not falling. He snarled and backhanded Rift Hound across the room and over a table before he began stalking over to him, footsteps cracking the floor.
Prison
Apogee nodded and smiled before rounding the corner and speeding up. She flew up near the ceiling before slamming down, cracking the floor and knocking the men back before she punched one in the chest, embedding him in the wall as a a kick did the same to another henchman. The men began pouring on the fire and the rounds bounced off of her skin as she stood her ground and was quite a distraction for the men.
Inside the infirmary the fire still raged, though one small section had been extinguished by Killjoy, saving the lives of most of the inmates and staffers closest to the ring of fire. The fire had been difficult to extinguish however and an inmate and staffer both succumbed to the flames, their life force drained out and began orbiting the robed woman. The woman snarled and struggled with the snake around her neck as Light leaped at her from behind. Her hands touched the magical construct and within a few moments it was still and dead. The woman was rocked to the floor by Light's attack, though her protective barrier of life force shed most of the attack's force. She flipped around and fired a black beam at the spot right above Light's stomach hole.
Hot Rod managed to land several solid hits on the woman, rocking her back before they passed right through her. The woman was no longer covered by flame but was pure fire. The human-shaped conflagration swirled around Hot Rod and enveloped him in a fiery cocoon, the flames not burning Hot Rod but the overwhelming heat working to dry out the hero and disorient him. Then the sprinkler systems came on and the room was doused in water. It contacted the flames and huge streaks of steam were created, the fire too hot and large to be completely washed out by the sprinklers though they were no much lower and the fire woman herself seemed to wane in the downpour.
The two men fell to the ground, groaning in pain until Santana turned his hand on them. Suddenly the men screamed as their bodies turned a sickly green, their skin becoming hairless and ruddy, green liquid that sizzled the ground as it leaked from their mouths and noses. The men gurgled and rose before diving at Sixgun, shooting two streams of the sickly green fluid at him. Meanwhile Santana had managed to eliminate half of the assorted mooks, Witchfinder, Fontana, and the survivors pouring on the fire. Beads of sweat began to rain down his forehead as his decay field stopped the bullets. La Sombra was nowhere to be seen.
Maroni's
The henchmen and every hostage in their vicinity were thrown to the ground and groaned and the floor, some of them managing to level their weapons and keep firing on the angel. Ghost's immaterial form was completely unaffected by the angelic fist and the villain smirked as his ghostly hand passed through Zaphkiel's arm sending a wave of shocking agony up his arm. He kept the hand there as his other hand travelled closer and closer to Zaphkiel's chest. Stalker snarled as her knives had no effect on the angel. She reached into her belt and drew two more. These were different, pure iron blades. Iron was the bane of the Fae and many supernatural creatures including those of Heaven. As such she lifted them in her hands and flung them at Zaphkiel's stomach.
Downstairs the room was chaos. Ocean Warrior had managed to deal with the henchmen close at hand. The ones who flew through the portal collected themselves and seeing the new heroes all gripped weapons, several firing guns at Break Neck. Locust forgot about Shifter entirely and dove at Ocean Warrior in a hissing mass of insectoid muscle and fury. Permafrost turned her back on Killshade, who was slowly but surely wearing away at the ice. The ice villain instead refroze the doorway and began firing ice blasts at where she had seen Shifter last.
Villa was about to shoot Killshade before Pariah burst into the room and leveled his pistol at her. Villa dodged to the side right before he fired and dove behind a table. The hero and villain began an intense shootout, Villa's reflexes and accuracy an equal match for Pariah's skill and experience neither of them managing to hit the other as they ducked and fired. Bishop grunted and pitched forward dropping Sheila to the ground but not falling. He snarled and backhanded Rift Hound across the room and over a table before he began stalking over to him, footsteps cracking the floor.
Prison
Apogee nodded and smiled before rounding the corner and speeding up. She flew up near the ceiling before slamming down, cracking the floor and knocking the men back before she punched one in the chest, embedding him in the wall as a a kick did the same to another henchman. The men began pouring on the fire and the rounds bounced off of her skin as she stood her ground and was quite a distraction for the men.
Inside the infirmary the fire still raged, though one small section had been extinguished by Killjoy, saving the lives of most of the inmates and staffers closest to the ring of fire. The fire had been difficult to extinguish however and an inmate and staffer both succumbed to the flames, their life force drained out and began orbiting the robed woman. The woman snarled and struggled with the snake around her neck as Light leaped at her from behind. Her hands touched the magical construct and within a few moments it was still and dead. The woman was rocked to the floor by Light's attack, though her protective barrier of life force shed most of the attack's force. She flipped around and fired a black beam at the spot right above Light's stomach hole.
Hot Rod managed to land several solid hits on the woman, rocking her back before they passed right through her. The woman was no longer covered by flame but was pure fire. The human-shaped conflagration swirled around Hot Rod and enveloped him in a fiery cocoon, the flames not burning Hot Rod but the overwhelming heat working to dry out the hero and disorient him. Then the sprinkler systems came on and the room was doused in water. It contacted the flames and huge streaks of steam were created, the fire too hot and large to be completely washed out by the sprinklers though they were no much lower and the fire woman herself seemed to wane in the downpour.
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She turned me into a Newt!
Also update later today my faithful players, first day of the semester is now complete but the work is far from done.
Also update later today my faithful players, first day of the semester is now complete but the work is far from done.
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Heat, Yeah if it's not too much trouble. With his strength he'll probably get out soon but its just a game thing.
Abysse, Nope nothing but a good arm behind them.
Abysse, Nope nothing but a good arm behind them.
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It's fine Heat. I'd rather he just worked at getting free rather than instantly bursting free of his bonds though.
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Dingo, If you want to make a character with a different powerset you're more than welcome to.
Abysse, You can create villain groups as long as they aren't absurdly far-reaching conspiracies like Legion. But a supervillain street gang, a group of thieves, or shady mercenary group or anything of that kind of scope and size would be perfectly fine.
Krein, A good dark wizard always has another trick up his sleeve. Or three :P
Pixi, No it's fine that's understandable there's no rush. I myself am about to start another semester so I will only be able to update perhaps two times a day instead of three :P
Abysse, You can create villain groups as long as they aren't absurdly far-reaching conspiracies like Legion. But a supervillain street gang, a group of thieves, or shady mercenary group or anything of that kind of scope and size would be perfectly fine.
Krein, A good dark wizard always has another trick up his sleeve. Or three :P
Pixi, No it's fine that's understandable there's no rush. I myself am about to start another semester so I will only be able to update perhaps two times a day instead of three :P
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The Lab
The apprentices had managed to down quite a few of the dazed survivors in the chaos but Sixgun's counterattack downed two of them, bullets flashing against suddenly appearing light around their bodies before the light shattered and his rounds hit home. Sixgun's managed to catch another man with a knife and he went down gurgling. The next two dodged his hits and came at him in concord, one lunging with a knife to his face another to his gut. Behind them their master flung sickly yellow blasts at the hillside where the rest of the men were.
Maroni's
Upstairs Zaphkiel managed to momentarily break through the ward, his metaphysical weight too much for the barrier to hold out. However Zaphkiel felt a tangible flash of pain and undercurrent of weariness as soon as he breached the ward, not coming away unscathed. His opposition was completely blindsided however both literally and figuratively. Shrieker was still rubbing at his eyes when Zaphkiel came at him, but managed to scream loud enough to give Zaphkiel a solid hit to the face and chest before he was slammed across the room. Ghost and Stalker recovered along with their henchmen who began pouring on rounds, Ghost flying at Zaphkiel while intangible while Stalker let a trio of knives fly at his face.
Downstairs Rift Hound's plan worked and the six henchmen were caught in the freefall, screaming in surprise some firing their guns wildly in the air as they kept falling faster and faster, steadily approaching terminal velocity. Rift Hound was caught in his trap too and he'd have to think of something if he didn't want to end up a broken mass of bones and fur.
Villa shot the explosive in the air and stopped it from detonating at all, and then began firing rounds at her trying to tag her, but in the confusion one only grazed Shifter's leg. Villa reloaded and Bishop snarled holding Sheila in front of him while Belladonna continued drawing. Bishop nodded at Locust who shrieked and began charging at Shifter's last known position upending tables as he searched for his quarry.
Prison
Outside the man closed his eyes and concentrated as he was held in bondage. His gryphon shrieked as the fire burned it and then suddenly it went entirely aflame. The fire burned away its fur, feathers, and skin leaving a charred skeleton. The burning fire morphed and turned into a hellish flame copy of the gryphon who shrieked and swiped Abaddon with a fiery talon. On the ground the skeleton popped and cracked before rising on its feet and spreading bony wings before going at Abaddon from the other side of its fiery twin, bony arms lashing out at him.
The man himself did not panic as his own parasites infested him. Instead the worms changed and morphed, coming together and merging before long whip-like tendrils burst from his back and hands. One slashed Abaddon across the face while another freed the Summoner from Abaddon's shadowy grip. A tendril grasped Abaddon's neck and started to squeeze while the fiery and skeletal gryphon kept slashing and hacking at Abaddon. The man spoke, "I have been practicing the Art since before your grandparents were twinkles in their mothers eyes. You are no true practitioner. Simply an amateur with the help of a now irrelevant master. You have no training. No natural skill, no natural power. No idea about the real intricacies of magic. I doubt you have ever truly dueled any mage, any who were worth the name anyway. You are a mewling child where I am a master. Surrender now before I kill you and rid the world of your mediocre presence." The whip squeezed even harder while others snaked in the air and slashed and stabbed at him occasionally.
Inside the infirmary Light's assault didn't go well. She managed to enter well enough but her punches didn't really have the desired effect. This is because the woman controlled not spellfire but very real flame. The woman had heard the obvious collapsing of the wall and nimbly dodged each hit, whereas Light's hands were now on fire. Fire that stuck to her skin and burned her with pain beyond belief. The woman on fire raised her hand to give Light an enflamed backhand to the face.
Sonja had much more luck as her target was mostly focused on her working. She was caught completely by surprise when Sonja struck. The soul she had captured had formed something approaching a magical ward and it deflected most of the blow but the woman was rocked back in the air in surprise, letting out an oof of pain. She opened her eyes, those of a light blue that would have been beautiful if not for the complete lack of life in them. She snarled, "Ah. The amusement park caster. How quaint. You interrupted me. How rude." She dropped to the floor on her feet and her hands formed a black ball which she attempted to slam into Sonja's face.
In the cell block Apogee giggled, "Four years is pretty much ancient Volt." She rolled her eyes at the mention of a dance but if Volt was watching carefully he might have caught a quick flash of scarlet across her features. She seemed somewhat grateful when Emmanuel introduced himself, she smiled again, "Hi. I'm Apogee, you probably know my cousin. Thanks for the assist. But keep in mind I did get good hits on them first, so don't put them down too much. There's time to talk later though, we've got a job to do." She flew out of the room but slowed enough for Volt and Flashbolt to follow, mindful of the lesson she had learned form charging in by herself.
Silvertongue's cameras couldn't make out anything in the room itself save for the occasional flash of bright randomly colored light. However the cameras outside showed the door was closed and a squad of a dozen men stood around the door. Their gear looked like Special Forces as opposed to secondhand black market purchases. They wore the newest generation of body armor, ceramic plates covering most of their bodies with sleek helmets hiding their faces. All manner of tactical gear was on their vests and they carried the newest assault rifles, most of them modified with larger clips, bigger barrels, and bayonets. Where Legion had acquired such gear was a mystery but there was no doubt whatever was inside the Warden's office was important. By now the heroes were almost upon them.
The apprentices had managed to down quite a few of the dazed survivors in the chaos but Sixgun's counterattack downed two of them, bullets flashing against suddenly appearing light around their bodies before the light shattered and his rounds hit home. Sixgun's managed to catch another man with a knife and he went down gurgling. The next two dodged his hits and came at him in concord, one lunging with a knife to his face another to his gut. Behind them their master flung sickly yellow blasts at the hillside where the rest of the men were.
Maroni's
Upstairs Zaphkiel managed to momentarily break through the ward, his metaphysical weight too much for the barrier to hold out. However Zaphkiel felt a tangible flash of pain and undercurrent of weariness as soon as he breached the ward, not coming away unscathed. His opposition was completely blindsided however both literally and figuratively. Shrieker was still rubbing at his eyes when Zaphkiel came at him, but managed to scream loud enough to give Zaphkiel a solid hit to the face and chest before he was slammed across the room. Ghost and Stalker recovered along with their henchmen who began pouring on rounds, Ghost flying at Zaphkiel while intangible while Stalker let a trio of knives fly at his face.
Downstairs Rift Hound's plan worked and the six henchmen were caught in the freefall, screaming in surprise some firing their guns wildly in the air as they kept falling faster and faster, steadily approaching terminal velocity. Rift Hound was caught in his trap too and he'd have to think of something if he didn't want to end up a broken mass of bones and fur.
Villa shot the explosive in the air and stopped it from detonating at all, and then began firing rounds at her trying to tag her, but in the confusion one only grazed Shifter's leg. Villa reloaded and Bishop snarled holding Sheila in front of him while Belladonna continued drawing. Bishop nodded at Locust who shrieked and began charging at Shifter's last known position upending tables as he searched for his quarry.
Prison
Outside the man closed his eyes and concentrated as he was held in bondage. His gryphon shrieked as the fire burned it and then suddenly it went entirely aflame. The fire burned away its fur, feathers, and skin leaving a charred skeleton. The burning fire morphed and turned into a hellish flame copy of the gryphon who shrieked and swiped Abaddon with a fiery talon. On the ground the skeleton popped and cracked before rising on its feet and spreading bony wings before going at Abaddon from the other side of its fiery twin, bony arms lashing out at him.
The man himself did not panic as his own parasites infested him. Instead the worms changed and morphed, coming together and merging before long whip-like tendrils burst from his back and hands. One slashed Abaddon across the face while another freed the Summoner from Abaddon's shadowy grip. A tendril grasped Abaddon's neck and started to squeeze while the fiery and skeletal gryphon kept slashing and hacking at Abaddon. The man spoke, "I have been practicing the Art since before your grandparents were twinkles in their mothers eyes. You are no true practitioner. Simply an amateur with the help of a now irrelevant master. You have no training. No natural skill, no natural power. No idea about the real intricacies of magic. I doubt you have ever truly dueled any mage, any who were worth the name anyway. You are a mewling child where I am a master. Surrender now before I kill you and rid the world of your mediocre presence." The whip squeezed even harder while others snaked in the air and slashed and stabbed at him occasionally.
Inside the infirmary Light's assault didn't go well. She managed to enter well enough but her punches didn't really have the desired effect. This is because the woman controlled not spellfire but very real flame. The woman had heard the obvious collapsing of the wall and nimbly dodged each hit, whereas Light's hands were now on fire. Fire that stuck to her skin and burned her with pain beyond belief. The woman on fire raised her hand to give Light an enflamed backhand to the face.
Sonja had much more luck as her target was mostly focused on her working. She was caught completely by surprise when Sonja struck. The soul she had captured had formed something approaching a magical ward and it deflected most of the blow but the woman was rocked back in the air in surprise, letting out an oof of pain. She opened her eyes, those of a light blue that would have been beautiful if not for the complete lack of life in them. She snarled, "Ah. The amusement park caster. How quaint. You interrupted me. How rude." She dropped to the floor on her feet and her hands formed a black ball which she attempted to slam into Sonja's face.
In the cell block Apogee giggled, "Four years is pretty much ancient Volt." She rolled her eyes at the mention of a dance but if Volt was watching carefully he might have caught a quick flash of scarlet across her features. She seemed somewhat grateful when Emmanuel introduced himself, she smiled again, "Hi. I'm Apogee, you probably know my cousin. Thanks for the assist. But keep in mind I did get good hits on them first, so don't put them down too much. There's time to talk later though, we've got a job to do." She flew out of the room but slowed enough for Volt and Flashbolt to follow, mindful of the lesson she had learned form charging in by herself.
Silvertongue's cameras couldn't make out anything in the room itself save for the occasional flash of bright randomly colored light. However the cameras outside showed the door was closed and a squad of a dozen men stood around the door. Their gear looked like Special Forces as opposed to secondhand black market purchases. They wore the newest generation of body armor, ceramic plates covering most of their bodies with sleek helmets hiding their faces. All manner of tactical gear was on their vests and they carried the newest assault rifles, most of them modified with larger clips, bigger barrels, and bayonets. Where Legion had acquired such gear was a mystery but there was no doubt whatever was inside the Warden's office was important. By now the heroes were almost upon them.
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