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The Wild Hunt
Topic Started: Oct 31 2008, 08:17 PM (194 Views)
Son
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Not too shabby
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Marcus stood watch over the proceedings with his arms crossed and wearing his characteristic smirk. One by one, large metal containers were lifted from the docks and onto a huge cargo ship. Each twenty-by-ten steel box bore the stylized letters 'A.I.' on the side. This shipment contained a brand new prototype series that would bring Marcus and his company a fortune. Not that he was having monetary problems of any kind, but this shipment was particularly special. His glee was interrupted when the crane operator moving the containers accidentally bumped the ship with one.

"Watch it, you fool!" Marcus called angrily. His tone was overly formal and proper for this day and age, an old habit from living through the medieval times.

Aside from that small mishap, everything went smoothly. The ship was just beginning to make preparations to leave when the sound of the ocean waves slapping against the docks was drowned out by an unearthly howl. Everyone all along the docks looked around in surprise and fear, trying to find the source of the sound. Everyone but Marcus. As usual, he kept his cool, but was still looking about like the others until a movement at the mainland end of the docks caught his eye. He focused on it and he couldn't stop his eyes from widening in shock. Three large creatures bounded along the docks in an arrowhead formation, taking point for a crowd of what could only be costume wearing thugs.

Marcus glared at the intruders and motioned lazily at them as he addressed the captain of his security team, "Keep them occupied. I need to go take care of something."

"Yes, Mr. Carmichael," the captain answered then issued quick orders to the rest of the team and soon had them in position with weapons trained on the approaching mob. Marcus sauntered casually into the nearest warehouse, stopping only for a moment at the door to glance at the three oversized animals running at the head of the gangsters. They looked to be wolves, but wolves didn't get that big. As he pulled on his armor, he considered the possibility of the attackers being members of the Third Eye. It seemed most likely. Oh well. They were about to learn a harsh lesson in manners.

Marcus finally pulled his mask over his head and adjusted his goggles before grabbing his automatic rifle and heading out a side door. He swiftly scaled a ladder to the rooftop of the next warehouse. As he reached the top, his security team opened fire on the wolves. One yelped in pain and went down almost immediately, stumbling and collapsing to the ground to slide another six or seven feet before stopping. The others behind it had either been tripped up by its tumble or were forced to slow and move around it. The other two simultaneously began a zig-zag approach to the security team, somehow managing to avoid the bullets entirely.

Marcus crouched atop the roof with his rifle half raised to fire as he studied the thugs behind the wolves. He didn't even turn when he heard the shouts and screams of his men as they were ripped apart when the wolves reached them. He considered using his rifle to pick off some of them, but then decided to go with something more theatrical. He stepped into full view of the group and called out to them, "Hey!"

As they turned, he lobbed a ball of dark energy into the center of them. For a brief second, they hesitated, staring at the ball as it fell. The resulting explosion knocked them all down, disintegrating about twenty of them and severely wounding, if not killing, another twenty or so. Those who had been relatively unharmed climbed back to their feet much sooner than Marcus expected. They leapt, almost as one, onto the rooftop with Marcus in a single bound. Marcus didn't hesitate. He immediately leveled his rifle against the nearest creature and fired a four round burst into its chest. A second creature rushed him, but he managed to turn in time to put another burst into its stomach. The third and fourth creatures that attacked, however, slammed into his body at different angles, but both sent him flying into space before he slammed into the broken concrete. Marcus felt a few of his ribs snap on impact and reflexively clutch at the bodies of the creatures now trying to maul through his armor. They froze immediately in shock and pain as the black dead mark spread slowly across their bodies, but only for a moment. The two swiftly drew away with a hiss and an inhuman shriek, warning their companions not to approach.

But Marcus had drained enough of their life to heal himself sufficiently. He was still injured, but they would only slow him down now, not kill him. He struggled into a sitting position and stared at these creatures before him that were obviously not human. He chuckled briefly, having to stop because of the pain it caused him in his still damaged chest, and the red lights on his mask seemed to glow with a sadistic glee. Suddenly, two hands of darkness emerged from the ground beneath one creature, ensnaring it in their unrelenting grasp. It struggled wildly and with more strength than Marcus would have believed it could have, but it still could not escape. The hands dragged the writhing creature to him until it was close enough to touch. Gently, Marcus placed his palm on the creatures head, kept still by a third hand that appeared from nowhere, and for the next several minutes slowly killed the creature and absorbed its very life essence. When he was done, the arms vanished and the black corpse fell to the ground as limp as a doll and he stood and stared down at the creatures standing in a loose semicircle before him. Marcus twisted his head in both directions to crack his neck then motioned for the creatures to come forth. He would enjoy this.
Sometimes, it's not an angel you need, but a demon.
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daioni
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"BA BA DA DA! Super Monkey Away!" Came a voice from above, as a small form launched itself into the frey. However, one of the wolves simply turned, ready for it. "Oh shoo..." SNAP. The monkey disappeared as the wolf snapped it up in it's jaw. Turning back to face Marcus. It growled before realizing the sensation in it's mouth, before slowly its jaws opened up again as the monkey pried it open using his body. "Dude, your breath stinks, two words, mouth wash!" Said Carlos, holding his nose for emphasis, before jumping out of the wolf's mouth into the middle of the pack. "Hey who's up for a game of monkey in the middle?" he said, seconds before the wolves pounced at him, but the nimble monkey was ready now, and leaped on top of one, his lower paws grabbing onto it's pelt in an unbreakable grip, "Whoa, ride him cowboy!" he yelled as the wolf turned about trying to bite the creature on it's back. As another wolf closed in to attack, the monkey glimpsed at it, "Looks like my stop!" he said, and launched himself off as one wolf plowed into another. "Come on, you want a piece of this, huh, do yah?" he said, teaseing the pack, before they gave chase, in which he darted up a lage pile of crates. The wolves easily followed, but at the top, The monkey took hold of a rope, and gave it a tug. The entire stack shuddered, as the crane, Carlos had set up lifted the loading pallete, wolves and all into the air, turning over the water. "Two words for you," said Carlos, climbing up ti the hook of the crane, "Bath time!" and with that he unhooked the palette, sending the and the wolves tumbling into the bay.

He then leaped back to the docks. "No need to thank me." he said smugly, walking past Marcus, "I'm sure any super powered monkey would have done the same. Another growl made him stop in place, as more wolves stepped out from the shadows. "OH COME ON!" he said, "How many of you guys are there!?"
Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes.
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Son
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Ignoring the goblins and trolls that still half surrounded him, Marcus called up another arm and grabbed the monkey with a hand that engulfed nearly the entirety of the small creature, leaving only his head and tail visible, and dangled him above the wolves. Distracted easily by the quick meal, the wolves turned their fierce eyes to the trapped primate that struggled to no avail above them. Marcus took full advantage of their shifted attention and raised one hand, palm out, and blasted the nearest one's head clean off. Before the others could retaliate, Marcus lobbed the little monkey amongst them and turned his attention back to the humanoids.

Smirking evilly behind his mask, Marcus stood upright and placed his feet together at an angle, so only his heels were touching, and crossed his arms imperiously. "Die," he commanded.

Then a dozen of the same hands that he had summoned before erupted amongst the trolls, each holding a squealing creature in its hand, and began thrashing the others with their bodies. The arm he had attacked the monkey with rushed over and punched at two of the creatures attempting to flee. The huge fist slammed them into the ground and left an oversized imprint of knuckles in the concrete. The arm reached over and yanked a light pole out of the ground and used it like a golf club to bash the first creature that tried to rise far out into the ocean. The sizzle as the metal struck the goblin's skin was brief but distinct. Marcus was distracted by the sound for an instant and three goblins decided to take advantage of him. However, Marcus saw them pounce through his peripherals and the arm hurled the pole like a spear, slamming all three creatures away safely. That same sizzling sound burst into the air the instant the metal pole contacted the goblins' skin, this time accompanied by their agonized screeches.

Behind the mask, Marcus' smirk grew into a full sadistic grin. So, you do have a weakness, thought to himself as, at the same time, each arm hurtled its respective troll or goblin hard into the concrete and snatched up the nearest sizable chunk of metal. Some wrenched out more street lamps, while others tore a few of the remaining metal containers to pieces. Then, each arm proceeded to assault the creatures with various chunks of metal.
Sometimes, it's not an angel you need, but a demon.
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daioni
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Surrounded by wolves and throughly dazed by the ill treatment, Carlos shook his head to clear it, before screeching angerly. "BAD DOGGY!" he yelled as the wolves dove at him to attack, avoiding sharp fangs and claws, carlos jumped onto the face of one of the wolves, clamering over until he could grab it by the tail. Grabbing another tail sticking out of the pile, he prodeded to spin, using the wieght of the two wolves to anchor himself to make his swing effective. The two wolves yealped in surprise as Carlos used them as projectiles, bowling over the rest of the pack as they slid across the stone. The monkey darted over the bodies, and quick as a flash, scampered up Marcus's back, "CANNONBALL" he yelled, leaping off his head at the Goblins. Landing in ones face, he screeched, clawing at it's eyes as it flailed about, keeping aware of his surroundings, Carlos leapt out of the way as a chunk of metal embeded itself ino the Goblin, landing on the head of another. As more chunks of metal flew about, Carlos leapt from head to head, "Scuse me! Pardon me! Watch out people! Ouch, that had to hurt!", until he saw a chance, and leapt at a flying scrap of particularly sharp metal. "Mind it I borrow this?" he said, before pulling out of the hands grasp and leaping off into the crowd. At the feet of the individuals, he proceeded to slace at the hamstrings of the goblins, destracted as they were by what was going on above them, they did not notice the monkey below them, and many quickly fell as their leg muscles sizzled at the cut of the iron.
Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes.
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Suddenly the wolves jumped back, their ears perking at something it seemed only they could hear. They howled as one and broke from the fighting to tear off through the streets. Left without support, the goblins quickly lost interest in fighting these obviously superior beings, and took off in fear after the wolves. What they were after wasn't clear, but their destination was obviously the Park...

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