"Dillon!" She shouted and watched as Adel began attemping to try to break through her defenses. Moving around to be near dillon, she finished forming her susanoo before coughing some more, more blood.
The shirld took most of the attacks now. Amaya's eye began to bleed and she opened it, focusing on Adel. "Amaterasu!" she said, the black flames of death coming for him.
Adel saw the incoming flames and developed an idea.
He let the flames follow him, then ran up the Skeleton, letting the flames feed on the beast.
Once on top, he turned towards Amaya and leapt off as it was consumed in flames, legs out for a Drop-Kick.
As Adel switched targets from Tomoya he manage to figure a plan. He walks up to a near wall and put a certain poster he edited. "Hey asshole over here!" Tomoya yelled as he cancelled his powers and put up the poster.
He was hoping this would make Adel mad. "Hey this is what I thought of YOUR FATHER!" He yelled once more.
Dillon managed to stand his swords had been left lying discarded.
He somehow managed to get close to Amaya who was coughing blood and bleeding from the eyes.
"Dillon get out of here your weakened from the fight."
"Amaya You should run to, Take my hand WE need to retreat"
Amaya took his hand and pulled him close, she looked into his eyes, their blank stare, their cold scanning..... something wasn't right, then they flashed green and Amaya felt a cold metal spike pierce through her flesh and into her heart.
A synthetic voice made a horrifying mechanical laugh
It was weapon X
"Surprise, You'll die with one blast and then I'll destroy your lover and-"
A sudden blast knocked the Terminator off his feet, Dillon was holding his rifle, the grenade blast had severely damaged it's arm, whatever weapon it had been using was now useless.
"Nice try, But I knew you were after me."
"I'll be back, I'll time travel to a time period from before you knew I was after you"
"Yeah let me know how that goes." Dillon stated.
Dillon then ran to Amaya, His own injuries were painfull but all that mattered to him was making sure she was alright.
Akuma was observing the chaos from below, impressed with Adel's skill and strength in dealing with his multiple opponents. He looks like a possible candidate for the Dark Hadou. He continued to watch, taking a second to watch the Terminator appear then disappear.
Adel was thrown off by the poster and landed painfully.
He got up and shouted "I WILL NEVER! FORGIVE YOU!" Before roaring at the top of his lungs, his hair turning grey and his eye red.
"THIS! IS WHERE YOU DIE!" Omega Adel shouted before he ran to Tomoya and engaged him.
Amaya had a hole in her chest, close to her heart, bleeding horribly. She was coughing up even more blood now than before. "Dillon, *cough cough* help me up..." she said, struggling to get herself up.
Dillon Shook his head
"No way your too injured to stand with a wound like that You'll drain the blood out of your body." Dillon forced Amaya on her back he pressed his hand against the wound keeping pressure.
"I know first aid, I gotta keep pressure on the wound, Hopefully you'll heal quick enough"
Dillon had placed Excalibur on the round and it stood erect if one looked carefully they could see Excalibur had created a barrier This defense kept Dillon and Amaya safe, though if Adel attacked the barrier he could break it but it would be too risky as he's be very vulnerable."
Amaya shook her head. "First aid... *cough cough* isn't going to fix this *cough* dillon. To tell you the truth, i'm dieing *cough hack cough* anyway." She said. "If i die, please remember that i will always love you." She said.
Adel and Tomoya Sparred as the rest of the group watched.
The Two of them were on a equal footing and they both went to end the fight with a single punch to the Face.
Both of their attacks hit their mark with a clear *THUD*.
Tension filled the air.
After what seemed to be forever, Tomoya wobbled and fell, Adel left Standing.
He grabbed the KO'd Tomoya and went to end his life...only to fall himself next to his rival.
Before anyone could process what just happened, the Doors shot open and Bison Troopers filled the Area.
Several Grenades broke the barrier that Dillon and Amaya were in and He was pulled away from his dying love, it took a Needle to the neck to get him to stop resisting.
With the group in no state to defend themselves, they moved in and Arrested them before loading them up in APC's.
Bruiser gave the group a small wave before facing the skies again, awaiting Angelus to make her move.
I'll have to keep an eye on the blonde one in the future. Akuma walked off to meditiate on his fight and the battle he witnessed. He knew where they were headed and planned on returning after time to contemplate on his situation.
Bruiser gave the Trooper a Nod and ordered "Drive Slow, There is one left and I want to find her, MOVE!" before the APC's started to move.
The Group were bound with their hands behind their backs and with explosive collars on their necks, any false move would kill them.
Dillon was in the same APC as Amaya and could do nothing but watch.
Also, Because I forgot about it, The Monster Puce was working on blew up due to a Reactor Overload.
"Will you hurry the fuck up! i'm dieing back here, quite literally. *cough cough hack cough* There's a pool of my blood on the floor and there'll be no more amaya to have a sweet revenge over!" she angrily screamed to those up front. She knew she had a final trick up her sleeve if she was going to die. it'd kill everyone, but they'd all be alive and in perfect health, well almost all in perfect health.
Before the capture
Caim proved to be a challenge for the guards, as he kept killing any of the ones that came close. Caim had used the glaive's built up energy to pull out it's most powerful form of magics. 8 glyph circles of poison had appeared and were eating troops left and right; that and any that were able to get through were immediately cut down by the swordsman. "DRAGON! GET YOUR RED ASS HERE NOW!"
Immediately after Caim called out to his ally, there was a roar that reverberated throughout the safehouse.
Caim sighed in relief, "The cavalry arrives..."
However, in his weakened state, and severe blood loss, Caim found himself overwhelmed by odds that did not usually impede him. His moment of reverie was interrupted by a stab in the back and an injection in the neck. He was a trooper, and upon further reflection would realize that only half of the forces remained due to his and his ilk's combined efforts.
She had a nasty hole, it was about the size of a D sized battery and punctured a major artery leading to the heart. Each timed it pumped blood, more squirted out. Her abnormal regeneration was the only thing that kept her alive. Producing enough blood to prolong her life for maybe another five minutes from this point. "At least on of you has the decency of an actual being instead of those heartless jerks. I'm thankful you even came back here." She said.
Angelus flew as fast as her draconic wings were allowing her. Caim had gone silent in her mind, and she was worried. No, desperate. If these forces had captured her partner, she feared the ransom that may come of it on her behalf. And she did not like the idea of a fool causing her to be controlled.
As she flew overhead the safe house; her roars increased to a cacophony, and she began to lead off homing fire to the troops not carrying anyone on the environs below. "RELEASE THEM OR I WILL BURN YOU ALL!"
Youmu was out for the count, again. This one seemed a lot more permanent, but James could probably find a way to bring her back. He looked down at the keyboard, then up again at the events. They hadn't found Youmu yet, still - and assuming the 'Lickers' were as efficient at hunting as he thought, there'd probably not be a trace of her by the time they found her cell.
Satisfied with his exit, and wondering what'd happen next in the fight with Adel and everyone else, he decided to boot up another game of League. Forty-five minutes in the current thread traffic would probably give the others enough time to create a lot of new and exciting developments. He started flexing his fingers for the battle, unaware of the strange light that had started glowing behind him...
Nowhere
James pulled himself up again, brushing some dirt off his military-green (but not surplus) jacket. He looked around - it seemed to be a black void, lit only by a strange structure nearby. Walking up to it, it looked almost like a birdbath - but with no birds, and somehow illuminating the whole area. Before he could react, he heard a feminine voice boom out:
"Welcome to the Summoner's Chamber. This is where you may watch the battle unfold, and perhaps influence it as well..." The voice stopped, and James decided to call back out to it.
"What's going on?" he asked. "Why am I here?"
"You have been chosen, Summoner 'Falcon'. The League has sent a Champion to aid you in your battles." The voice still unnerved him more than a little bit. Tentatively, he called out again.
"Summoner? I hardly know her!" he called out. Partly it was questioning - but he also wanted to try and calm himself down. What he heard next, from a less-wizened voice, only had the reverse effect.
"Was that supposed to be humourous?" another woman called out. "For it truly was not." She stepped into the light, allowing James - or rather, in this world, Falcon - to get a better look at her. She seemed familiar, and he tilted his head a bit--then understanding struck him like a lightning bolt. Summoner, calling me Falcon, now this woman--it's all related. But how the hell is this real?
The woman--Irelia, James reminded himself, was her name--was looking him up and down as well, and seemed to latch onto his jacket more than anything else. "Do all summoners dress as...strangely as you?"
James was already intrigued. "You mean you haven't seen any summoners before? Well, this is a new experience for both of us, then..." Irelia didn't answer. She merely looked down into the pool, and he eventually followed her. "Do you see anything there?" he asked. No response, again. So that means there's either nothing there, like I thought or she's seeing a lot more than I am... He noticed her leaving, and decided upon the former.
Irelia turned back to him. "I heard that you were known as Falcon. I am Irelia, called the Will of the Blades. It is an honour to serve under you." With that, she left him to even more unanswered questions. She's serving under me? What does that even mean? The pool suddenly started changing colour, and he was drawn back to it. He saw a large facility, and several trucks outside it under attack from a dragon. Through experimentation he found he could change his view by waving his hands across the pool. But it still didn't explain what Irelia had meant by 'serving under him'...
Well, it would probably be explained soon enough.
Seeing as I've been playing a bit of League of Legends recently, I've found at least one character interesting enough to bring into this fold. Because of the way the game works, I've also managed another part. Introducing: Irelia, Will of the Blades. (And the summoner that summoned her: James, the Falcon.)
The sword flourishes, as though painting with blood.
~Taken from a Noxian Field Report
The Ionians have developed some of the most breathtaking and deadly martial arts on all of Runeterra ? just one manifestation of their pursuit of enlightenment. The most remarkable blade style to emerge, however, was the unusual byproduct of foreign intervention. Master Lito was a swordsman whose teachings were sought by ruling classes from nearly every city-state. His art was a highly-guarded secret, but it was said that swords would breathe in his grasp. He withered unexpectedly from a mysterious disease which baffled the brightest of Runeterran physicians. When he died, he left behind Zelos and Irelia, his son and daughter, and a truly unique weapon. Zelos became a Sergeant in the Ionian military and left to seek assistance from Demacia immediately prior to Noxus' invasion of Ionia. Irelia, charged with the protection of their home until Zelos returned, was alone when Noxian forces struck.
The Ionians fought admirably, but soon Ionian blood stained the land beneath the prints of foreign boots. At the Great Stand of the Placidium, Ionians prepared for surrender, but were inspired to maintain their resistance when the young Irelia hoisted her father?s enormous blade and pledged to hold until her brother returned. In the chaos of the ensuing fight, Irelia was cursed with dark Noxian necromancy. As her life ebbed, Soraka, the Starchild, made a final attempt to anchor Irelia?s fading soul. Unwilling to relinquish her home, Irelia rose at the brink of death, and her father?s sword lifted in the air alongside her. Irelia rushed back to the fore, unfazed by the blade's sudden animation. The weapon danced around her effortlessly, cutting down Noxians as they gaped in horror. The decimated invaders were forced to retreat from the Placidium. Irelia was appointed Ionia's Captain of the Guard, and when the defense of her homeland moved to the Fields of Justice, so did she.
A backstory for Falcon isn't necessary - that's me, being known as 'NerfedFalcon' on LoL.
Powers/Weaknesses:
In case it wasn't immediately obvious, Irelia has telekinetic control over the blade, which can be used to attack without having to get too close herself. While hostile minions are less of a threat to her, the more strong enemies are nearby, the faster she seems to shake off negative effects (Ionian Fervor). She has a number of active abilities, but being recently summoned, almost all of them are currently disabled (with the exception of Bladesurge), and none are yet at full potency - neither is her strength or endurance.
Falcon's inexperience may also lead her into situations beyond even her own ability to survive, and he currently has nowhere to revive her - his conservatism and, as mentioned, inexperience could be used against him, and by proxy, her. The two spells he has equipped are Exhaust, slowing and weakening an enemy for a few seconds, and Heal, which also heals those around Irelia slightly. Since he has no base to recall her to, his third Recall spell is redundant.
Personality: (A lot of this is just my interpretation of her, seeing as LoL gives very few opportunities for a character's personality to be seen.)
Irelia is often regarded as being cold-hearted and emotionless, and to some degree that's true. Having gone in and out of Summoner's Rift, sometimes on this side or the other, sometimes partners with one champion, then enemies in the very next battle, has left her with very few relationships in the League. Because of this, she doesn't know how to handle being around others - so she avoids prolonged contact and friendships if possible. When it's not, she's usually honourable and polite, though brutally honest.
Neither her nor Falcon really wants a relationship past what's necessary - he tells her what to hit and occasionally how, and she grudgingly takes his orders, despite his inexperience. They can also talk to each other, though this requires talking out loud. Since Falcon cannot be heard by anyone except Irelia, it might seem like she's arguing with herself. They don't really get along - particularly when he makes references she could never possibly understand - but both of them know how important it is to have the other around. It might stay that way, or it might develop into something else - only the gods know.
(For more information, visit this page to see the rest of her attributes, skills, etc.)
Dillon awoke, he wanted to scream and kick but the collar dis-encouraged him, though seeing Amaya nearly dead was making him hysterical.
"Amaya, please don't die, I couldn't live with myself If you died, not like this. You have to make it out of this, I need you, without you I'll be like that machine, a soulless killer who hunts for the joy of killing, I went insane for you I nearly died for you, I managed to stay alive, please do the same for me? I can't be strong like you I'm just a boy, I need you."
Dillon's tears were running down his face.
Amaya would have reached up and touched his face, but her arms were bound. "I believe we have a friend Dillon. My wounds have closed, but i am dieing. i don't know how long i have." She said sweetly to him. "You're not a boy. you're a man that i want to be with until my last breath. And don't worried, we'll be wed. And i want to teach you about my jutsu's too."
In the Depths of Space
The RIng heard the two lovers secret pleas, True love was so rare and without intervention this spark might go out, It knew what had to be done. In the Van
Dillon got a strange feeling
"Hey do you guys feel like something is coming?"
"Shut up Prison-" a guard snapped but was interrupted when a small object went through the roof and shot straight at Dillon.
The collar threatened to explode but a violet crystal encased Dillon's Body making the explosion harmless.
The Crytal remained for a few moments Dillon was hard to see through, there was something changing from within.
Suddenly a crack appeared then as abruptly as it appeared the crystal shattered though none of the shards hit Amaya.
Dillon was now standing he was wearing a black and violet Body suit, black knee pads, A Violet mask that covered his face and made his eyes look like white orbs, and finally a hooded cape, though this one was magenta.
DIllon had a violet ring on the ring finger on his right hand, he clenched it into a fist, raised it into the air and stated. For Hearts Long Lost And Full Of Fright.
For Those Alone In blackest Night.
Accept Our Ring And Join Our Fight.
Love Conquers All With Violet Light
Dillon then aimed his ring at Amaya She was encased in the same Crystal as he had been.
"Don'r fear m,y love, the crystal will protect you, and while inside your passage through time is essentially stopped." Dillon said this before the crystal covered her head.
DIllon then turned on Bisons Troops
"SO ARe you going to play Nice or am I going to have to show you the Love?"
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