League Of Sidekicks 2: ((Ending Soon/Closed))

[CJ1145]

Gilbert
Gilbert sighed as Jason's hand made a swipe at him. With nimble footwork he shuffled around both the hand and the orb, and wound up behind the monster.

"I'm pretty sure your hand was supposed to freeze off." He said. "Let's try again." He reached towards Jason's shoulder, and attempted to grab it and flash-freeze it instead of covering it in ice. This time, he was going to go a hundred degrees below zero; Fahrenheit, of course.

The Celsius scale can burn in hell for all I care.

Dante
Dante's eyelids were halfway open, and made no visible change during the fight. As the tail came towards him he swatted it away, the power from the suit causing it to jerk violently into the air. The wings, already barely reaching his leg were made useless as Dante took a single step back. When Curtis tried to bite him Dante made no attempts to stop him. The dragon-man's teeth came down on the thick armor hard, which immediately backfired as one of his fangs shattered on impact. Dante made a simple front kick, attempting to slam his foot right into Curtis' waiting chin.

"I'm an accountant." He said. "If you're trying to get a rise out of me, you might have better luck with a rock or something."

Oliver
Oliver had no way to predict the gravity-defying kick from Cirque, and received a blow in the side of his head. He released the man, and stumbled a bit as he tried to regain his composure. After a moment his vision became clear, and he used that moment to conjure an ornate spear. He gripped it tightly and sent a trio of thrusts towards Cirque, aiming at the leg, torso, then crotch.

At this point, fighting dirty didn't even register on Oliver's moral compass when villains were involved.

 

[Fallen-Angel Risen-Demon]

Beat hugged back.
"Problem is he's not dead yet, that has to change..."
The tears were falling fast.

 

[Venom 3135]

Dan walked over to Beat,
"Beat, we will kill him. He's a complete douche bag."

 

[Fallen-Angel Risen-Demon]

"I know as much as you do, before recently the last time I saw him I was fourteen and he had fallen off a cliff into the ocean."
She sighed.
"If only we knew... Then we could prepare..."
She stopped hugging.
"Where did you see him last?"

 

[Vesuvius Hetlan]

Douglas and Karen charged down the street. Douglas's wolf form towering but fast Karen shouted up to him "Alright. We need to find the rest of everyone. We'll split up here." Karen ran down the street looking frantically for living people. Mostly her search was mostly in vain until she ran into a fight. A big fight and she saw Jason.

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Douglas continued heading down the street his eyes darting from here to there. He spotted a pair of people. That girl Karen had taken a shine too and someone else. He bounded towards them. Forgetting his 5' wolf frame.

 

[Venom 3135]

"Yes, It's me. Beat's brother survived."

"I'm here too."

 

[Vesuvius Hetlan]

Douglas quickly shifted to human form and approached Beat "Ah, Lassie! Eet's good that ye ar safe. Kareen wooda been hart breaken." He looked around "Do ye thenk that ye're the enly ones left?" He pulled down his shotgun and checked its box. "Ach enly fefty rounds left! Ah yused mere ammo thin ah expected!"

 

[Vesuvius Hetlan]

Douglas turned "Ach, that'd be meh." He slapped the box of ammo shut with a loud clang. Douglas held out his strong dark hand out. "Ah'm Douglas Thatcher. Sergeant en tha Black Earth marcenary gruop. Ah'm Karen's friend. Whe ar ye lassies an' laddies?"

 

[Vesuvius Hetlan]

"Ahh, That es a shahme. Eets a beautyfil night out." He reached down and grabbed her hand and shook it. "Thar ye go, Roxahn." He was acting fairly friendly. Un-nervingly friendly. Douglas thought to himself. Ahm ah 198 cm werewolf. Why ahm ah bein' seh friendlah. Eets whard. Ah'll ahsk Karen ahfter thees. He then turned and offered his hand to the other two.

 

[Vesuvius Hetlan]

Douglas was startled "Whaaall...Ye could problah sah thaat I rally dinnea have ah powar parse..." He scratched his chin, a little taken back. "Whall...Ah sippuse ye could call meh a Werewolf, a guess." He finished loading his gun by pushing the box of ammo forward with a clack.

 

[Vesuvius Hetlan]

Douglas frowned, "Ah dinnea thenk ye beleive meh." He sat down "Whall I dinnea suppose ah could show ye. Yer right blind ahn I cannae speak in neithar Lupus form." He looked around "Ah dinnae seppose ye believe meh either."