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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2017 23:33:40 GMT -6
It didn't take long for Roxy to get word about what was happening in Central and Keystone cities. She'd already been on her way to visit a friend, really the only REAL friend she had. Until of course all hell broke lose. She saw the jets flying through the sky and saw the sirens and knew things were getting serious. The fact she had yet to see a familiar red blur meant it was even worse. She quickly turned off, pulling her motorcycle into a rest area and kept going. She quickly changed to Miss Furie and augmented her motorcycle to the Furie-cycle. She quickly hopped back onto the highway and began weaving in and out of all cars before coming to a screeching halt in front of a wall of thorns. She began examining it, knowing her exploding arrows wouldn't do enough. So she had no choice, pulling a grappling arrow she fired at the top and began climbing. Luckily she had gloves and boots but it wouldn't take much for the thorns to pierce her.
'This is way above your paygrade Furie. Not to mention I have reports of humans, like you, collapsing and coughing up blood. Hold back and wait.'
'Not a chance'
She signed once she got to the top. SHe looked down and saw Trickster doing his best to cull the herd. She knew of him thanks to Adam. She also knew if Apocalypse was her he probably was too. But for now Roxy would need to focus on getting the people out. She fired a zipline arrow and quickly slid down towards Aaron. She felt glitter like powder hit her and ignored it. She could feel her muscles weakening but ignored it. As she came in behind Aaron she wrapped her legs around one Dark Rider's head and spun around, flipping him into a car, shattering the window.
'Trickster.'
She signed to him, her necklace making the voice seem to come from her. She swung the bow at an oncoming Dark Rider only to have it go right through him. She hated intangibility. She did a quick back handspring and drove her foot up, activating the magnet on her boot. The energy would disrupt them and gave her enough of a chance to drive her elbow into his jaw. He stumbled back long enough for a spin kick to crumple him to the ground.
'We need to get the people to safety. I need gasoline and I am sure you have explosives.'
She drew an incendiary arrow and nodded to the wall at the end of the street. They'd need constant burning as the vines seemed to regrow. Roxy's skin began to itch but she ignored it. She needed to get people out.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2017 2:17:23 GMT -6
The Suicide Squad was on a Quinjet heading towards Central and Keystone cities before she even knew what was going on. May was dressed in her Spidergirl uniform and was going over the intel. There wasn't much but she didn't care. She wanted revenge on this ass for stealing her students, best friend and blowing up her home.
"Other people are taking care of the civilians. We are there for one purpose and one purpose only, kill 'em all."
The got a resounding cheer from her squad and she let out a smirk. Instead of her venom filled bullets her 'spider-gun' was just filled with hollow point rounds for piercing armor.
"They claim they got some magic squad we've never heard of that's supposed to take care of Apocalypse. I say they can have what's left of him when we're done, if we say so!"
Another cheer went out. The red light began to blink indicating they were approaching the DZ. She stood up and cracked her neck as she held onto a strap by the door. But before they could one of the engines was blown and the jet began to spin.
"We're going down. Brace for impact!"
She was more annoyed than anything. She also knew she'd survive but now she'd be slowed down from getting her revenge. She didn't like that, but all she really could do was deal with it. The jet rolled a few times before coming to a stop next to what was left of a building. She kicked the door off the jet and stumbled out of the jet brushing herself off.
"Gotta admit, that one hurt a bit."
She said before trying to figure out where she was and who was still alive.
"If anyone in there is still alive, get up and shut this shit down!"
She saw Famine and some guy in a cloak heading towards a jewelry store. Shen fired a web at some wreckage of a car and spun, throwing it at them. She knew that she probably should keep them alive so they could be punished, but accidents happen, which was fine with her. Her Spidey sense went of and she spun slicing him cleanly in half. She ignored the blood that sprayed on her as the parts rolled past her.
"I am in no mood."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2017 22:49:55 GMT -6
Apocalypse ignored Death's comment about this Flash person and decided to begin assembling his newest temple. As the Horsemen began exterminating the weak ones he was beginning to move the Flash rubble into the shape of a statue of himself when he felt something tap the back of his head. He turned to see an axe had ricocheted off his head and buried itself through the windshield of a car that was now careening out of control. He then heard the challenge and let out a laugh.
"It has been some time since I made an Asgardian bleed. I did not realize how much I missed it."
With a motion of his hand the Dark Riders began to swarm the building where T'Shan was now on. With a smirk Apocalypse began to walk towards the building. With each step he began to grow until all at once the Riders began to flee the building. Apocalypse was now well over 60 feet with T'Shan's back to him. Without a word Apocalypse raised his fist, transforming it into a solid cylinder and slammed it down on top of T'Shan and through the entire building. He'd learned more since fighting Thor and now seeing his son here meant he could end the rivalry once and for all. He would see T'Shan left in a puddle of his own blood.
A helicopter opened fire on him only for him to look in its direction. His eyes began to glow and the helicopter was crushed into a ball, thrown at an incoming Hellicarrier.
"Death, Famine, secure the Hellicarrier. I do not require the crew, just the ship."
(OOC: Ok, no posting order and it is everyone for themselves. I only ask that you don't run away with it and give other people a chance to keep up. Others can still join as well.)
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2017 22:55:16 GMT -6
The helmeted head jerked forward as a bullet struck it in the back of the head. The two men the were infected with a lust began to go at each other as War turned around fully, begining to ignore them. A single bullet. Just one shot. And it was a larger caliber. The head tilted like a curious puppy as Dean stepped around from behind the car and leveled the rifle. A scream from one of the men distracted War momentarily. The winged beast turned and shoved them into cars, knocking them unconscious as bullet from the rifle hit the armor again.
War turned back to the SHIELD agent. ”So. The put you in the field this time. Paper work not as important when two cities are being brought to heel.” The visor was was a new color, a calm blue as the deep hissing voice spoke directly to Dean. War hadn’t stopped talking long when a growl was heard and a beast with a over it’s face and on it’s paws launched itself at Dean.
It was then War did something very...odd. They took a step forward and put up a hand, palm out, like one does when they want something to stop. But it wasn’t pointed at Dean or the other agents. It was pointed at the War Hound. ”MAV! NO!” The creature landed on all fours near Dean, but ha turned its head mid flight so as not to clamp down on his arm. It trotted, much like a dog, over to War and sat down. War reached up to take the helmet off, only to be shot in the exposed hand.
The soldier didn’t get another shot off as a feather buried deep in his neck. The rest of the soldier’s opened fire next, and War killed them all with the same precision but without mercy, except Dean. War turned to him and pulled the helmet off, black hair cascading down and well known green eyes looking at him.
”Will you let me explain?”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2017 0:43:26 GMT -6
T'Shan's belief that taking his eyes off APocalypse was a bad idea was confirmed when before he knew it a cylinder slammed down on him. He raised his hands to try his best to use strength to defend himself. The problem was the building was not sturdy. He was driven through each floor and eventually into the ground. He was held there as Apocalypse called out orders before managing to shove his hand off of him. That second of a distraction was all he needed. He was hurting but he also knew that he needed to defeat Apocalypse. He managed to shove his hand off of him and roll free. T'Shan was ignoring the blood coming from him and had his attention fully on Apocalpse.
'You can't handle this T'Shan, retreat!'
T'Shan lept into the air and drove his fist into Apocalypse's jaw. Apocalypse staggered back and laughed as Skugga began to fly away. APocalypse looked at him with a laugh before grabbing him with one hand and beginning to slam him into the ground. T'Shan tried his best to break out only to be thrown clear over the walls. As he was thrown he went through part of the Hellicarrier and continued on his travels. T'Shan didn't know when he lost consciousness or when he smashed through the four way intersection and the cars. Not only that, he had no idea where he was. APocalypse couldn't even see the explosion from where he was as he let out a laugh and made a comment about puny Asgardians. Skugga, seeing what had happened turned around and flew straight at Apocalypse with his talons ready to try and shred him to pieces only for Apocalypse to flick him into the ground.
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Post by Walter West on Feb 26, 2017 15:18:54 GMT -6
Walt's breath was already running ragged as he raced to meet Marty.
"I don't know what she's doing!" Walt's eyes struggled to traced the skyline, searching for any further sign of Mal, until Marty's mention of the dust made the depowered speedster's head whip towards the communicator. Dust?, he thought frantically. Around him, the pollen-like substance drifted down to reach the streets, and while he himself felt unaffected, the sights of violence and looting joined the sounds of screaming and gunshots to skyrocket Walt's heartbeat into a panic.
Of course...
"Marty!" Walt shouted into his device. "Stay away from the city! Get inside, wherever you can! I think-" Walt realized that he was speaking to static. He tried to reconfigure the communicator only to be met with a shrill buzzing, followed by silence. The device was dead in his hand, and he hurled it to the ground, roaring with fury. He redoubled his pace towards Marty, praying to reach him before whatever was affecting the people of Central City reached the Lantern.
He made it only a few steps down the street towards the last signal Marty's communicator had emitted before he felt himself hurled to the ground by some rapid force. He rolled until he struck a nearby car, groaning and grimacing in pain.
His eyes opened to meet the gaze of a man only a few years younger than himself. Instinctively, Walt pushed himself to his feet and adopted one of the stances James taught him in their sparring sessions.
The other man said nothing as he stood holding the straps of a backpack, still bearing that reserved expression of concern, curiosity, and (Walt believed) a considerable amount of fear.
His voice tinted with some hostility stemming from impatience and surprise, Walt spoke first, barking his question.
"Who are you?!"
The stranger blinked, clearly surprised by this greeting, but still refused to speak. Walt himself, remembering Marty, hesitated for a few seconds. I don't have time for this, he thought before after a brief moment, and with a final apprising look at the individual who had crashed into him, he turned to continue on his path to meet his friend.
This time he felt the impact from the front as he fell backwards, his back sliding on the ground, while the stranger knelt on Walt's chest, pinning him. With one hand outstretched in a comforting gesture, the assailant dipped one shoulder to remove his pack before digging into it with his free hand. Walt took this opportunity to attempt to shove his attacker off of him. This effort which was intercepted by the interloper, who put his hand to Walt's chest. This action coincided with the numbing sensation of pins and needles in almost every inch of Walt's nervous system. His body fell still, although his heart pounded ever more wrathfully in his chest.
What is this?! His eyes flickered back and forth like a caged animal's. The stranger, on the other hand, seemed eerily calm and dutiful. As he withdrew a container filled with what appeared to Walt to be some sort of red electricity, Walt found that while he could barely move, he could still speak.
"Wha-" he managed. "Who-?!"
The man who had him trapped twisted each end of the container holding the strange substance. Its contents shot through ports at opposite sides of the bottle, only to be absorbed into the man's palms. His breath hitched audibly as the substance seemed to rip through his body, shining crimson light through first his arms, then his torso, then his eyes. Exhaling slowly, the man clasped his hands together to form one giant, sparking club above Walt's chest.
Walt's eyes grew enormous as he made one final effort to break free. "NononononononoNO!"
The man slammed his fists into Walt's chest, eliciting a deafening scream from the latter. Walt's heart ticked like machine gun fire until it concluded with a massive expulsion of energy; a red wave radiated from Walt's body, shattering the windows of both the car beside him as well as several nearby buildings.
Walt heaved one massive breath before scrambling to his feet, twirling around in an effort to tag his assailant, but the man was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a squadron of shadowy figures appeared to be approaching along with a wave of chaos and carnage, men and women screaming and fleeing only to be struck down with glee by the Dark Riders.
"Well," Walt spoke aloud as his mind halted its consideration of the obvious questions. "First things first," he grinned as his eyes sparked red.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2017 23:21:15 GMT -6
As the rain and wind started Danny couldn't help but laugh. Yes old Danny's dust would be destroyed, but all she was doing was spreading his dust. Now it was going to enter the water cycle and likely some water tower. He didn't know what was done to him but his dust was viewed as natural so even the best filtering process wouldn't take it out. He focused on his own aerokinesis which had been upgraded to keep the wind down around him. His aerokinesis was still nothing compared to Mal or really anyone, it was designed to spread his dust. But it seemed someone was daring to challenge Pestilence and with that he let out a laugh. He grabbed his extendable titanium staff and spun it. Which was not the wisest decision he'd made as lightning hit him and he nearly crashed to the ground.
"You dare to challenge Pestilence? Well isn't that just adorable? Come, see how you fare against a Horseman little girl."
He said with a smirk. Meanwhile he began to focus on creating some sleeping dust. He was going to wait for her to get closer before hurling a large dose of it in her direction as he flew backwards. Even a partial dose would be enough for him to slit her throat and present that wand she held as a tribute to Apocalypse. He was used to just using a staff but had been given a couple knives for a more fatal work. Although a titanium staff to the skull could do just enough damage. He just needed the dust to even hit her skin, that would do the trick. Inhaling it was ideal, but it could be absorbed through the skin just as well.
"Go, have fun Missy."
He called down as his modified pet was running around the city killing anyone who seemed to be a threat. Although she had taken out a couple Dark Riders who got too close.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2017 23:25:41 GMT -6
The bullet hit dead center, but he also knew a simple bullet wouldn't end it. If it did, awesome, one Horseman down. But more than anything his goal was to take their attention off the others. But before he could order the other soldiers to stand down it was too late. As the dog charged at him he threw the gun around his back thanks to the strap and drew his KA-Bar knife and readied his shield. But he didn't have to.
"Mav? No..."
As the helmet came off and he heard the voice of the woman he loved he stared at her coldly. No way could she have betrayed him and her species like this. But it was too late, all the evidence was right there. He barely even heard her attempt at getting him to wait.
"No. You're under arrest Tessa. Get down on the ground with young wings down and hands behind your head. I can try to keep you off death row but that's about it."
He barely even paid attention as a Dark Rider rushed out at him. Anthony hit him in the chest with his shield and sliced his throat, leaving him in a heap.
"Please, don't make me have to hurt you, neither of us want that."
He said as he slowly approached her. He placed the knife back in his holster and grabbed a pair of handcuffs.
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Post by Marty Jordan on Mar 6, 2017 13:47:08 GMT -6
Marty kept an eye on Mallory Mardon. He used her as the beacon that he homed in on. Walt would find him. That was what Flashes did. His ring was still pinging error messages. He wished he had someone around to debug the damn thing or fix it. Flash's friend(?) was fighting someone who looked suspiciously like a bad guy. He'd been doing this long enough to know that they dressed with a theme. Marty came up on the police cruiser that was parked below their battle.
The officer was down, suffering from what looked like some kind of disease. Marty hoped that wasn't what managed to catch. The Lantern reached down and checked the officer's vitals. He was out and wasn't going to be any help to anyone. Marty took the man's belt and strapped it on as well as his shotgun. His father being a former Air Force officer had taken Marty shooting plenty of times, so he was versed with using guns. The belt had a .9 mm and a taser on it as well as some other odds and ends, so at least he was equipped.
As Pestilence dropped down, Marty took aim with the shotgun and fired a round at him. He pumped the gun and jacked another shell into the chamber again. He was fairly sure that since Mistral had thrown lightning at the guy and nothing happened that a shotgun was pretty useless, but he was going for distraction at this point. He might not have his ring, but at this point anything would be better and make him feel a little more useful.
"Hey, Jackass. Why don't you pick on someone your own size?"
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Post by Walter West on Mar 6, 2017 15:10:32 GMT -6
Walt wiped his shoe on the rear fender of a nearby car. The ashy residue, all that remained of the Dark Rider, came off after a moment of awkward scraping. The revitalized speedster grimaced.
"No wars without casualties..." He muttered to himself, lifting the blackened sole of his sneaker to inspect it. Then, hearing the crack of thunder, he glanced sharply up at the top of a building. After crouching for a split second, Walt skyrocketed upwards, regaining his stance atop the skyscraper almost in the same instance. Steadying himself, he smirked.
Not quite the usual tricks, but yeah. I can get used to this.
Movement suddenly caught his eye from the sky above him. He caught a bright flash of light through the sky. Mal, he thought as the sound of warfare rose to meet his eyes from the street below. And Marty. I hope to hell he wasn't stupid enough to...
A gunshot from several dozen stories below, followed shortly by the threat from a familiar voice, prompted Walt to swiftly scan the street level from his vantage point. No sooner than he spotted Marty was he on the street beside him in a red flare, his movement barely traceable even by himself.
"Mar- whoa!" Walt staggered himself as he made to embrace the Lantern. Seeing the belt, complete with mini arsenal, Walt made a series of expressions demonstrating a state of pure elation.
"I can't tell you how much I love this." Walt cackled manically. He looks like Mad Max. Make sure to make a joke about Mad Max. Instead, for the moment, the speedster held out his hand to his partner.
"Good to see you, Green." Walt's expression shifted rapidly from joy to doubt as he recalled the dramatic illness he had observed in citizens so far. He was about to open his mouth again to suggest evacuation when he noticed the approaching Horseman. Walt reviewed the enemy with a cursory glance. Pestilence, he thought.
"Sick," he summarized. He slid into a stance from which to leap at their new foe. Then, over his shoulder to Marty:
"Hey, bud, tell me: whaddyou feel when you pull that trigger?"
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Post by Mallory Mardon on Mar 11, 2017 18:31:54 GMT -6
"Little girl?"Mal damn near laughed "Can't think of anything better? Or more original or insulting? Ya washed up has been." Mal shook her head, finally recognizing him as the flying jackass pulled out his staff. Sure, make yourself an even bigger target for lighting. Just made her life easier. And she was all about making her life easier, because it hadn't been so far. Chucking a few bolts at him and his staff, she pouted that she wasn't able to drive him all the way to the ground. Though the shotgun blast was a surprise to her; it seemed she had back up. Someone had confiscated the cop's weapons and were using them to defend themselves. She hoped it was Aaron. He would absolutely be loving all the chaos going on right now. But there weren't enough explosions or a mad cackle announcing his arrival so she didn't hold her breath.
Mal floated down to land on the top of the cruiser and looked at guy with the shotgun and did a double take. "You!" she pointed at him, snapping. "You're...you're... Mort...Mart..in? Something. You've taken a serious downgrade in weapons I see. Where's-" a bright red flash filled the area just before her goggles adjusted, just in time to see Walt practically crash into his friend. Mal felt her shoulders relax a little. Rule one: don't take your eyes off your enemy. Owen's voice echoed in her head. She turned back Pestilence just in time to see more dust start to come her way. Twisting her hand around, she blew it back at him, starting a small cyclone with him at the center of it.
"Uh uh, Tinkerbell. You keep your pixie dust to yourself." She squeezed her hand closed, tightening the swirl of air around him.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2017 11:08:46 GMT -6
As horrible as it sounded, Aaron loved this. This is the exact sort of pandaemonium and environment that Aaron thrived in situations like this. Screaming people, fires everywhere, explosions, sure this was more drastic than the things he'd done himself but he felt so natural here. Even if he was basically an open target to what seemed like a horde of Dark Riders approaching him, but he wasn't going to budge. If the Rogues would try and find him, they'd look at the place with the most explosions and destruction happening. Luckily it also slowed the tide of Dark Riders heading into Keystone, at least the ones that couldn't fly, jump or other ways to get across the great Missouri river. Never was he more thankful for it.
Aaron was throwing and hitting his grenades at any Dark Rider that got close to him, and the path towards him was covered in scorch marks, burning bodies and ice sculptures. It was a beautiful sight really, he loved it. Though he didn't realise the presence of Dark Riders behind him until he heard a window shatter.
"Alright you fuckhead, you dare sneak up on m-" then he saw a female archer try and beat the shit out of a ghost. It was quite a sight to watch and Aaron couldn't help but cheer her on.
"WOOOOO! Beat his ass down!" he said as he threw a grenade blindly behind him, and it exploding with at least to Aaron was a melodic amount of screams and the explosion itself. He giggled to himself as the Archer talked to him. Of course, Aaron laughed, he was a bit on an adrenaline rush right now. He felt great! Sure he was sweating a weird amount but hell he was in a life or death situation.
"No can do sweetheart! Don't have any on me. That is a serious health hazard for me. I'm crazy but not too crazy. Second funnelling Fuel requires, time, a jerry can and a hose and unless you have a hose put in between those lovely-" Aaron caught himself before he continued. No time to be making rash comments, that would not make friends or allies. Plus she did have a deadly weapon and definitely looked like she was alright to kill. No pissing her off. At all.
"Best I can do is get a car to that side of the street or throw a shit ton of my flame grenades. Wait... why not both?" He said with a chuckle as he opened his duffle bag and got out 5 metallic red dotted orbs and began juggling them. Before he stated throwing all 5 in the direction of the oncoming vines and Dark Riders and he began counting down.
"Watch this. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. KABOOOOMMM!" As he said Kaboom the grenades exploded in a firestorm spouting fire in all directions engulfing some Dark Riders who didn't get far enough from the grenades, as well as the vines who quickly got fire. Aaron used this distraction to run towards the edge of the bridge to undo a fuel cap, sure it'd be quite a shot to make, but the superhero archers were some of the best marksmen in the world. If she failed Aaron would laugh at her. So to him, it was a win/win. He'd both get a good laugh or the vines would be burning more. Win/Win.
Aaron started running back to the archer, with a huge grin on his face. He was sweating way too much, but he just shrugged it off due to the heat wave and adrenaline with everything around him and the shivers were definitely from the high he was riding. At least that's what he told himself.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2017 12:34:49 GMT -6
Danny had the attention of others, what he always wanted. He was the kind of person who thrived being the center of attention. Now here he was people looking at him and as his Plague began to spread past the city he would be the center of attention. His dust had been made more durable so as the rain came down it was running into the Missouri river and any gust of wind caused it to go further. He had watched as people began showing symptoms. Coughing, fever, dizziness, likely all things that would be brushed off as smoke inhalation and adrenaline. As the shut gun pellets hit him he looked down at himself and over at the one with the gun. Yeah it hurt and would leave red marks but he wasn't swiss cheese, especially with the armor so he didn't care. He was about to turn his attack to Marty when more lightning began to hit him. Yes it hurt but he had been told by Apocalypse to never show weakness. He flew up a bit and tried to shake it off, but then he was caught in a cyclone of his dust. He began focusing on his own wind in order to push it out enough before flying out the top. He was now high above the city, looking down with a smirk. He knew flying straight at them would result in more shotgun pellets and more lightning. He let out a whistle and Missy came running out of nowhere. She'd been upgraded to be stronger, more durable, stronger bit and her slobber was slightly acidic. Missy rushed straight at Marty and Walt, growling and barking. She ran into a Dark Rider who'd been trying to sneak up on them, clawing him up and continuing to those two. Meanwhile Danny released more of his plague and kept it close together. That close it was shimmery and blocking, which was what he wanted, to keep attention off him. He was using it as a shield and distraction before dispersing it high into the air where it could spread to other cities. While Missy barked at the two, chomping in their direction Danny flew down further before attempting to come behind Mal, ready to swing his staff right at her head. Best case scenario for her she gets knocked out, best case for him he crushes her skull.
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Post by TNG Staff on Mar 16, 2017 22:15:09 GMT -6
Apocalypse was back and he was seizing control of two major cities. Already the reports were bad. No inside contact, people getting sick, Scion landing who knows where. They needed to fix this, but they also needed to get people out of there. He had reports of civilians acting chaotically and violently, as if they'd been enraged. Reports of the X-Man Imp going rogue would fit that well and help justify the reports. JJ had gotten Dinah to stay behind with the help of Barby and Dick. He knew Dinah had gotten close to some of the younger rogues here and he knew that meant she'd want to go, now especially. The Batplane JJ often used was nearing Central City. He could already see the reports from the satellites and was trying to figure something out. "Herald, put me on all channels."'You got it Blue.'JJ knew about how long it would take. Herald was a quick hacker. Sure he wasn't the fastest in the family but he was just as good in that role as anyone else. "Attention, this is Blue Bat of the Justice League. Our first priority needs to be getting the civilians to safety and destroying those walls before Apocalypse can re-enforce them. I will begin spreading a virus to it but it may not last."He used the computer to aim at various points of the walls near major roads and the river. He pressed a button and the plane fired rockets into the wall. The vines began to wither away, turning to dust. After that JJ ejected and landed on the top of a wall as the plane flew back to the cave. "The Rogues are friendlies, do not engage unless provoked. We need to work on getting power back up, Herald is organizing that."He watched as a cyclone began to spin in the distance and sparkled with lightning nearby. Well at least someone was putting up a fight, he hoped. All reports of potential and likely Horsemen had no weather manipulators. He used the visor in his helmet to zoom in and saw a winged Horseman engaging SHIELD soldiers. Well SHIELD was here, not doing much, but here. "We need someone to track down Scion see if he's even alive. We may need his strength. We want the Horsemen alive if possible...."He purposely trailed off, implying that he was aware that the Horsemen might need to be killed. He didn't like it but this was all out war. "Apocalypse's soldiers are already dropping in number. Most of them are children who have been brainwashed, but they were X-students, so be careful. Stay on this channel, we need to keep communicating."He fired a grapple from his wrist at a building and swung down. He landed right behind Death as he was talking to Brother Blood. He wasn't about to take Adam lightly. Based on simple scans and seeing how he behaved he knew Adam was a serious threat. He also recognized his possible General from files he had on the Academy. She was a threat too, but as for which one was the more serious threat he couldn't say. He grabbed a sleeping batarang and threw it at Adam's back. He hoped something this simple would knock him out, but he also wasn't so naive. He was prepared to fight Adam and the rest of the Horsemen.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2017 14:38:12 GMT -6
While not the best plan, it would do. A little cruder than she'd have wanted but it would get the job done. She decided to ignore the comment about where she would store a hose. She simply didn't have time to deal with that and there were far more important things going on. Namely an immortal mutant trying to lay waste to the world, especially the human world. She watched him take the gas cap off and smirked, nodding her head. She did enjoy a challenge. She drew her flaming arrow and took aim, until she heard someone coming up behind her. A Dark Rider trying to sneak up on her, likely figuring out what the two of them were doing. She spun, arrow still drawn and drove her bow into the man's jaw causing him to spin and her to drop down and sweep his feet out from under him. She continued spinning, now on one knee. She released the arrow and it hit the tank with a clicking sound.
There was a loud boom just as she heard a jet and then saw rockets hit the wall in various spots. Then she heard Blue Bat over her comm link. Finally the heroes were here and beginning to help. But what was that about Scion being missing? Wasn't he like a god or something? Did he really lose that badly? This was serious then.
'We need to get the people out of here. This door may only last so long. Unless you have some sort of epoxy to seal off the burned vines. But why would you have something useful?'
That last part was weird but she decided to ignore it and move on. She fired an arrow at a charging Dark Rider, pinning her pants leg to the ground. She ran at her and jumped into the air and delivered two kicks to her chest. She then began motioning for people to run towards the smoldering opening.
'Everyone needs to go, now. It may not stay open for long.'
She saw a winged Dark Rider zooming down towards some of the fleeing civilians. She fired a sonic arrow at him causing him to lose focus and crash into the river.
'That must be cold...'
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