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Post by Warp Darkmatter on Dec 22, 2009 7:58:14 GMT -5
This is gonna hurt reeeeeaaaally bad.
A burning sensation flooded Warp as his back went back into place causing him to grimace. Oh, man! Well at least Booster didn't drop me. He smiled.
"Thanks, big guy. You can put me down now." Warp said as he tested all his limbs. He found that he was a little wobbly at first but the feeling passed quickly, and he was eager to get back into things. The first thing he discovered was, Hellboy's challenging Buzz?
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Post by Skyfire on Dec 22, 2009 8:03:11 GMT -5
“Sure, I am, but I can fight dirty, too,” Buzz snarled, circling Hellboy even though he couldn’t see it.
“There’s a difference between courage and stupidity,” Buzz retorted. “Drop the weapons, hands only, and you’re on.”
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Post by Warp Darkmatter on Dec 22, 2009 8:09:07 GMT -5
Warp itched to jump into the squabble that was about to occur but another concern was in the front of his mind. Where's Erin?
He remembered that Mira had ghosted her through the floor so that made the basement his first place to look. The make-shift dressing area would not be a good place to check at the moment for various reasons, so Warp discreetly exited the room and ran to the stars that lead to the basement.
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Post by Blacksteel on Dec 22, 2009 8:10:26 GMT -5
"Well, that makes two of us then," Hellboy said, quickly counting the number of guests still present scurrying around beneath him like ants. He had managed to create quite a commotion indeed. Ah, and there was the wedding cake in the corner! He mustn't forget to get some cake for Zurg.
"All right then, Lightyear," the demon said, drifting back down to the ground and switching his thrusters off as he demorphed his left hand and assumed a fighting stance. His grin became eager. "We'll find out the real meaning of stupidity shortly."
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Post by Skyfire on Dec 22, 2009 8:19:43 GMT -5
“As long as I have to.” Starting with the head, the cloaker scrolled away, and Buzz lowered himself to a defensive opening stance. His blue eyes gleamed something vicious. This wasn’t just another fight with a criminal or even with a Zurg agent – this was about his sister. His beautiful little Erin whose life had just been threatened again.
Erin reappeared in the basement and called to him. “Warp, hurry! Got guns in the dressing area – the steps lead right into it!”
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Post by Blacksteel on Dec 22, 2009 8:24:24 GMT -5
"Right then. Hope you don't mind if I start."
And with that, Hellboy leapt forwards, far swifter than a man his size would normally be able to move, his right hand balled into a fist as he swung his arm back and socked Buzz smack-dab in the abdomen.
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Post by Skyfire on Dec 22, 2009 8:27:36 GMT -5
“AAGGHH!!” Well, I guess I had it coming.
Buzz back-flipped, his feet catching Hellboy’s chin as he whipped heels over head.
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Post by Warp Darkmatter on Dec 22, 2009 9:04:00 GMT -5
"If I hurry any faster I'll....never mind!" Warp called back as he ran up the steps and popped his head and shoulders into the dressing room to make sure it was clear before coming through the rest of the way.
Craters, Erin! Looks like you came ready for an all out war. Come to think of it this is a war. He grinned as he quickly took an inventory before speaking.
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Post by Blacksteel on Dec 22, 2009 9:49:08 GMT -5
Buzz's smaller frame was hardly enough to knock Hellboy off his feet, though he did take a step back by the force of the swing as he felt his jaw beginning to smart. "Hey, hey, not bad," the demon acknowledged, rubbing his chin. Though he had actually saved this man's life last night--had it really only been yesterday?--it didn't mean that he'd go easy on him.
"But let's see how you handle this."
He darted to the side, winding up behind the ranger, then jumped forward and swung back his right hand, slapping Buzz in the back and clean off his feet. And no sooner had he stepped back from the ranger had his left hand morphed back into a blaster of sorts and he shot a crackling sphere of yellow energy at the prone ranger, which enveloped him wholly and caused his muscles to immediately lock up.
Ooh, that neural disruptor did come in handy after all!
Hellboy shrugged expansively as his hand morphed back to normal. "Sorry, Lightyear, but orders are orders." He noted the wedding cake and broke off a large chunk, slipping it into a plastic bag that he placed onto one of the several pockets on his belt--that was one thing he just had to retain from his previous getup. "If I have to fight dirty, I'll fight dirty. Anything to get the job done."
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Post by cherryproductions on Dec 22, 2009 18:49:40 GMT -5
"I told you it would be dangerous!" Mira yelled after her, her voice sharp.
"Let's just hurry before anything else happens."
Mira came up just in time to see Buzz fall to the floor, stiff and unmoving. Her first instinct was to yell to him, to see if he was alright but thought better of it. It Red knew she showed up again it would mean more trouble, not only for her but for Buzz too.
"If you want to fight dirty then, how about this?" Mira ran forward, jumping high into the air and kicked Hellboy with all her might in the side of the head, hoping that somehow that would unstable him for a few moments at least.
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Post by eez on Dec 23, 2009 5:00:16 GMT -5
Carnage.
Absolute, glorious caaaaaarnage...
The Z insignia dissolved away to reveal nothing more than a sinister, yellow dot--and this dot was far from being just a creepy fashion accessory. It swiveled and admired the mayhem with sheer malice; soaking up the screams and cries of alarm and pain.
Oh most wondrous sounds to be heard on such a dismal day as this! Its owner had gotten rather tired of all the syrupy fluff before the action began. It probably beat that daily soap opera on local vid channels...
But enough of that.
The pupil seemed to bounce around in that crimson socket, jostling a bit before settling down upon the Tangean Princess and her previous daring bravado tactics.
"You don't know the half of it, Princess." An all too familiar voice mocked, that pupil flickering back into that prominent Z.
Not far off, just outside, the sound of loud buzzing could be heard and the real fun was just about to begin...
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Post by Blacksteel on Dec 23, 2009 6:43:35 GMT -5
Hellboy stepped back at the force of the blow, but though his eyesight did darken, he grabbed Mira's ankle, which was still planted in the side of his face, then hurled her across the room.
"Not bad at all," he said admiringly. "I think we've got the concept of dirty fighting already covered..."
He pressed the emblem on the center of his chest and there was a loud rumbling from outside. And then, Zurg's Beetles swarmed inside. The large, red, mechanical beasts leveled their weapons to the group at large, ready to obey the demon's orders without a moment's hesitation.
"Beetles, attack them," Hellboy ordered with a twist of his lips.
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Post by Skyfire on Dec 23, 2009 7:00:32 GMT -5
With Buzz and Hellboy occupied, the other Rangers were working at putting out the fire that was quickly spreading through the sanctuary, thanks to the decorations being torched. XR had sprung a huge fire extinguisher and was busy spraying here and there. Petra had taken the pastor towards the back of the sanctuary, dropping off the bag with Erin’s uniform in it in the dressing area.
Buzz landed on all fours and rose to his feet, feeling more than a little apprehensive. That move would have knocked over Booster. He was outmatched, and badly. He had technique, style, and experience, sure, but Hellboy was bigger and far stronger. And the problem was, if demon was smaller, Buzz could still take him on easy – if Hellboy was even larger, Buzz could use that size against him. If Mira or Erin could take on the Zurg agent with Buzz’s level of experience and technique, they might have been able to defeat him – they were both small-framed: one short and sturdy, the other average height but very slender. But Buzz, despite his impressive build, was average height, and his opponent had an impressive build and an impressive height without being too large. He could not realistically expect to beat Hellboy in hand-to-hand combat.
How the galaxy could he be so fa… Buzz fell facedown, his wind knocked out again for the second time in as many minutes. Grimacing in pain, he rolled onto his side and looked up, only to stare down a barrel that quickly fired a yellow energy ball at him. He bit back a scream as his body froze painfully. I HATE neural disruptors… He spat out a word he hadn’t used since he was nineteen.
He hated being so helpless! Two nights in a row was NOT good.
He struggled against the infuriatingly familiar tide of unconsciousness threatening to claim him again.
“Yeah,” Buzz gritted out, only his impressive willpower keeping him from blacking out completely. Red spots danced in his vision. Stay awake, stay awake…. “You’re a real hero.” He couldn’t hold it any longer, and his head dropped to the floor, eyes closed.
“Whatever you say, darlin’!” she retorted over her shoulder, already rushing back to the dressing area. Once there, she found that Petra had deposited her suit. Silently blessing the older cadet, the girl hurriedly pulled on her uniform. “I can do it in thirty seconds, so it should be no problem.”
Pulling on her glove, she told Warp, “There are a few different guns in the duffel – there’s only one that I have in mind, so go ahead and use whatever you want.”
She peered out of the partition in time to see Hellboy knock Buzz to the floor. Buzz, be okay! Please, God, let him be okay!
A righteous fury burned in her veins like acid. Working quickly, she took a case out of her duffel, opened it, and assembled the few pieces of the plasma rifle inside. Plasma cannons were completely illegal, but plasma rifles were borderline legit – and that was exactly the kind of weapon Erin adored.
The Rangers all whirled to deal with this new threat, lasers primed. XR sprung out his whole cadre of blasters while still spraying the extinguisher.
A small emerald bolt sizzled just past Hellboy’s head and hit an ornament behind, vaporizing it. A raw shout, young and female but commanding, lashed out across the sanctuary. “NO!!”
The yell brought Buzz back to wakefulness, and he stared at the figure standing at the opposite end of the aisle. She wore Ranger armor, and held a rifle aimed at Hellboy. “Call them off,” she ordered, shifting the rifle slightly so that she was staring directly down its scope again. “Or I’ll blow you to chaos.”
Erin. She was a trained sniper with that plasma rifle, and a dead shot. And she was dead serious.
Despite the 31st century armor and weapon, Buzz suddenly saw something… older in her. Older, even, then her own time. A piece of her Celtic heritage… as if he were watching one of the ancient Irish ríons come to war. He blinked, and then she was his own wonderful, terrible Erin again.
((Note: the word ríon is Irish Gaelic for “queen.” Some people may call that a Mary Sue moment – I call it… OCs need to have a little special time, too. ;D ((Oh, and what was the "word" Buzz used? How am I supposed to know? Realistically speaking, I'm sure the man knows more swears than I do. xD))
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Post by Warp Darkmatter on Dec 23, 2009 7:26:07 GMT -5
Warp shivered, trying to get a ticklish feeling out of his spine. It was like he was in a completely blackened room and someone else was in there with him, but he didn't really know who and he couldn't see or hear them.
I knew it!Warp grinned triumphantly as the ground beneath him started to shake as Zurg's Beetles crashed through the front of the building. That's new.
Uh-oooooh.
"Okay." He'd already had his hands inside the duffle and he came out with a plasma rifle."I guess that one's for you."He said as laid he gun down and dove back into the bag. Whatever came out got taken apart and put aside.
If Hellboy values his skin at all...Warp mused silently as his hand flew of the scattered peices off weaponry that lay about him until he had a homemade plasma rifle of his own in his hands, and he wasn't about to wait to use it. Carefully he slid it in between the wall of the dressing area and the wall of the church, took aim at Hellboy's arm and fired.
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Post by Blacksteel on Dec 23, 2009 8:00:31 GMT -5
His mouth narrowed into a thin line, but he ignored the sudden pang in his chest as he straightened and surveyed his surroundings. Yeah, he said silently, more to himself than out of any desire to answer back. I know...
Hellboy's eyes narrowed as he took in the former bride, dressed in her ranger suit and ready for action. That blast had been a warning shot and had missed him intentionally, and they both knew it. But then Hellboy caught her eyes, and though he saw determination in them, he also saw innocence.
She doesn't have the eyes of a killer, he realized. Though her aim was flawless and she probably wouldn't hesitate to shoot him, she hadn't actually killed anyone yet. Did he want to be the cause of someone getting their first taste of real blood? Even though he had decided that he would go down this one-way road and cause as much mayhem and chaos here as possible, he had promised himself that he would avoid killing anyone if he could. It sure wasn't easy being the villain when his heart wasn't a hundred percent in it...
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked quietly, taking a step forward. "If you do this, you know there's no turning back."
But with all his focus on Erin, he didn't notice Warp take aim at him and suddenly shoot him in the arm. Dang! He bit back a startled cry as pain lanced through him. I shouldn't have let my guard down!
He looked down at his arm to check the wound, but the suit hadn't torn. In fact, the material where he had been shot merely bubbled for a moment before settling back to its original crispness, as if there had been a tear seconds before that had been mended by some alien fashion.
He let himself get distracted for one split second... no, he could not afford to let his feelings get the better of him. That was all in the past now, and things were different now.
"Nevermind then," he said brusquely, straightening, as he finally made up his mind. "I'm not calling back those Beetles." He spread his arms open wide. "I dare you to shoot me, if you've got the guts to."
Suicidal much? a little voice in the back of his mind asked him. Maybe, but he wanted to see for himself if she'd cross the line. If she did... well, perhaps he would have to re-evaluate his view on some matters.
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