Macau, China [CVU Location]

Macau, China

Macau (i/məˈkaʊ/; 澳門; 澳门; literally: "Bay Gate"), (in Portuguese, which is still widely used in the city) also spelled Macao (in English), officially the Macao Special Administrative Region of the People's Republic of China, is an autonomous territory on the western side of the Pearl River Delta in East Asia. Macau is bordered by the city of Zhuhai in China to the North and the Pearl River Estuary to the East and South. Hong Kong lies about 64 kilometres (40 mi) to its East across the Delta. With a population of 650,900 living in an area of 30.5 km2 (11.8 sq mi), it is the most densely populated region in the world.

Macau was administered by the Portuguese Empire and its inheritor states from the mid-16th century until late 1999, when it constituted the last remaining European colony in Asia. Portuguese traders first settled in Macau in the 1550s. In 1557, Macau was rented to Portugal from Ming China as a trading port. The Portuguese Empire administered the city under Chinese authority and sovereignty until 1887, when Macau, through a mutual agreement between the two countries, became a colony. Sovereignty over Macau was transferred back to China on 20 December 1999. The Joint Declaration on the Question of Macau and Macau Basic Law stipulate that Macau operate with a high degree of autonomy until at least 2049, fifty years after the transfer.

Under the policy of "one country, two systems", the State Council of the People's Republic of China is responsible for military defense and foreign affairs while Macau maintains its own legal system, public security force, monetary system, customs policy, and immigration policy. Macau participates in international organizations and events that do not require members to possess national sovereignty.

Macau is among the world's richest regions, and as of 2015 its GDP per capita by purchasing power parity is higher than that of any country in the world, according to the World Bank. It became the world's largest gambling centre in 2006, with the economy heavily dependent on gambling and tourism, as well as manufacturing. According to The World Factbook, Macau has the fourth highest life expectancy in the world. Moreover, it is one of the regions in Asia with a "very high Human Development Index", ranking 18th in the world as of 2014.

From Wikipedia

Summary

Macau is a region of China which boasts a remarkably high GDP in addition to incredible population density. The overall wealth of Macau is a notable aspect, with funds derived from gambling and tourism supporting a flourishing upper class. Macau is host to a wide variety of international travelers and businessmen, traveling to Macau for vacations or business ventures. Additionally, the nature of the city makes less-than-savory business ventures more accessible. The multitude of casinos renders Macau the Chinese equivalent of Las Vegas, with neon lights dominating the skyline and fortunes found and lost in an evening. Macau's extremely dense population also makes blending into the crowds child's play.

Macau's legendary gambling centers are hubs for unusual activity, playing host to the more unusual visitors. Hotels and tourism centers are mainstays of the city, as well as the trading ports the region was historically known for. Macau's nightclubs and bars are recurring meeting spots for luxurious spenders and international crime bosses alike, with secret societies filling the gutters as well as the high-rise apartments. Macau is a city of intrigue, built on the exchange of goods and the wonder of tourism.

The Cotai Strip is the newest addition to the gambling enterprise in Macau, farther away from the packed markets and flashing city lights.

"[Staying in Macau? Oh, you're making the big bucks, then. Or looking to. Fortune smiles on the risk-takers, nah?]"

- Waiter at the Sands Hotel

Geography, Climate, Economy, and Atmosphere

Macau exists in a humid, sub-tropical climate, sprawling across the coast of Southern China and boasting a collection of towering skyscrapers and hotels. The mixture of cultures between Portugal and China has created a unique aesthetic, blending East and West with an emphasis on luxury. The extreme population density renders the street level crowded, roads packed to the brim with cars and bikes.

Macau's criminal element is growing as vigilante activities increase in the United States. A variety of metahumans have been reported as being present in the area, particularly the technology-based ones whose capital allows them to experience the high life of Macau. The casinos are highly secure against potential extranormal cheaters, with extensive vetting and cheat-prevention systems preventing psychics and probability manipulators from rigging games. A metahuman prison is currently in development to serve independently from the normal one.

Macau's status a tax haven stems from its geographic location as well as policies towards foreigners. Corporations which set up shop in Macau have the potential to save a bundle avoiding taxation, and a corrupt government occasionally turning a blind eye makes amplifying one's wealth simple. A network of spies and saboteurs has evolved along with the city, supercorporations employing all manner of industrial agents to shoulder advantages over their competitors.

"Macau is where the rich come to get richer."

- Arthur Norfolk II, vacationing from England

Current Player-Created Residents / Businesses

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Timeline of Interactions

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OOC

• CVU rules apply. No gratuitous city destruction, no conquering Macau without an appropriate level of buildup, sell the NPCs, etc.
• In addition, there is to be no no-selling, autohitting, or godmodding in this thread, as per the standard RPG rules (which extend beyond the CVU).
• Macau is a CVU-Exclusive location.
• The thread owner / writer can be reached at the account @lichter. PM or DM over Discord for special RP planning or concerns.
• Have fun!

(OOC: After the switch I may have Warthen come here. Very nice.)

Awesome.

Fantastic; nice to see more locations outside of the U.S.

It was perhaps not the greatest of disguises ever conceived, however now with the freedom to run about the world there was no way Lizzy was going to pass this up. She used a wig and contacts typically used for things like cosplay to help mask her otherwise semi known image. She dressed a bit in a darker more punk rock style as opposed to her usual bright neon color choices. And lastly she changed her idea to say Lizzy Teel age twenty one instead of what it usually would. It wouldn't deceive intense scrutiny or any kind of test if those were a thing. However it should be enough for the eighteen year old tech enthusiast to slide under the radar.

The legal age of gambling used to be eighteen for foreigners as well, which made this really suck. She had waited so long for the experience, but then the age changed. Well f them, she was going to go anyway. She may have been a hero, but one didn't pilot unlicensed military level hardware and totally abide by the laws. So the fragile gamer who thought herself a total bad ass booked a flight over and a hotel to stay in. She had a thousand dollars set aside for converting to whatever China's currency was to use for her gambling pleasure and. So with head banging and a look that didn't scream "I drive a pink mech" Lizzy strolled down the streets probably having been in Macau for less then an hour before she began this venture.

There was far more to do and see then the slot machines and neon lights. All Lizzy wanted to do though was experience the world of luxury she'd never known in Grimm. To risk her money on chances like those rich bitches she doubted she'd ever be. There was also rumors of high tech heroes in the Chinese city of neon color. Maybe some cute laser building millionaire would take an interest in her. Of course going broke was also a possibility but Lizzy wouldn't dwell on that. Instead making it into her first extravagant casino the gamer snagged a fruity alcoholic substance and began looking for the first game to try. Quicker she could blend into the crowds the better her odds of someone not second guessing who she was or her age.

After some technically illegal gambling and some money earned thankfully Gaige returned to her room in one of the impressive hotels of China. It was a much needed outing away from her previous ventures. She'd been apart of the defense of the nGods, giving her all to aid them from the nightmarish radical approach of their many enemies. She'd spent a lot of time sleeping and getting over the massive headache her actions had brought. She'd piloted twenty four drones each doing separate tasks. Fired every gun she had on Mjolnir at different targets all while trying to navigate the chaos of the ongoing fight. Now however rested and a bit more at ease it was time to return to business.

As if to coincide with that thought a goddess stepped from the bathroom to confront Lizzy in reguards to that very same issue. A slight bummer, the engineering teen would of loved to repurpose the countless drones her bullets had trapped in slipspace. But nope it was the other slipspace that was worth spending time on. Guess it made sense given that technically Gaige was harboring and housing a disgusting amount of war criminals and refugees. Thinking on it now that might be human trafficking. "Oh shit, not sure I can talk myself out of that" she muttered.

"No kiddo I'm not sure you can" the goddess remarked understanding but also filled with concern. "You just did a lot more for the gods then any of them care to admit. However the blowback is going to likely be something fierce." Honestly Lizzy didn't know much about her companion before her, she didn't give a name of any kind. This enigma of a deity however was right, there was no denying what those aiding the nGods were to be labeled. "So what's the plan, how do we start?"

That was even more uncomfortable Lizzy was apart of something still being called the Teen Team and here an adult, a goddess speaking for several such beings was asking her what the next action would be. "Well I guess we'll need to sort out who we have. Who assisted in things in the past and who didn't. After that is the hard part however, where do they go from there. Not sure I trust any prison system the US might employ. I highly doubt an eighteen year old nerd can have a slip space prison though either." The gamer answered doing her best to begin brainstorming what was to happen next.

(Not sure what I'll be doing anything with the Chun Li looking goddess yet. Also wanted to be vague cause rp ain't over. But I wanted to get ideas and narrative rolling a bit sense I had some time to do so)

Good job on this location, Lichter. :-)

Gaige took a moment to analyze her latest series of updates, in the recent attacks on the new gods she'd taken in numerous of the drone soldiers the US had deployed. She'd spent a day removing the programing reducing it to something she could mold. It'd taken another two days to unravel the secrets of the technology. However after some time the resources had been molded into something which the gamer could use. Now was just her last minute check to insure proper integration to the machines of hers.

Mjolnir upgrade complete, Brutus Core back up battery installed and enhanced electrical systems. Essentially an infinite resource Brutus' technology was actually superior. It however would instead be a overshield provider and otherwise secondary power source other wise. The idea being that the reliance on electricity would allow more unique combat options and the ability to deceive foes. It looked and functioned as if it were standard electronics in the field. Allowing people to still think EMP still an option. Meanwhile the superior Brutus Core could focus strictly on shielding the mech. This shielding can tank city busting attacks with ease, further attacks however may exceed it however. In addition the hands of Mjolnir have become conductors able to drain or cast electricity to a point of generating a lightning bolt as an attack, or absorb the electricity of organic matter.

Drones Upgrade complete, Brutus Core and Claytronics technology. Using Brutus Cores the drones are now able to store ammunition in a Slipspace hold without problem. Each drone has now also a C4 mine deployment system in place of the original self destruct feature. The drones have a small shield each, able to endure the equivalent of a tank round before shield loss. In the case of Onix drones however the shield is greater, falling just short of Mjolnir's own shielding. Each drone is now composed of Claytronics. By using the key earth element scandium as the mechanical molecules that would frame upon itself into hundreds upon thousands of synchronizing mutated pieces. Programming the self-configuring modular nanites into reinforced metal plates then applying the protocol to decrease and increase into almost anything. Anything was possible with claytronics and later on Lizzy was thinking she might use it more, to have all purpose drones and so not. Claytronics would mold the element of scandium into warmachines without any problems due to the nature of being as dense as aluminum and the melting point of 1,540 degree Celsius.

Weapon System Upgrade: Hammers of Dawn. Using twelve small Claytronic composed drones shaped like spikes or on Mjolnir what looks to be a series of four small rotating targets as the weapon platform. Each of these holds a small Brutus Core reactor as an enegy propelent system. Set to focus on generating heat these cast a beam of energy at near light speed. And they burn akin to Eta Carinae, this sun burns at 36,000-40,000 Kelvin for comparison, 40,000 Kelvin is about 72,000 degrees F. In addition by combing the Hammers into a singular cannon, akin to the chest mounted repulsor system of others Lizzy knows she can cast a Planck temperature energy burst, essentially a beam at absolute heat. physicists posit that the highest temperature is Planck Temperature, claiming it is the highest possible temperature that matter could theoretically exist at. It is approximately 1.41679 x 10^32 Kelvin. That's roughly 100 million million million million million degrees.

Satisfied with her latest technology Lizzy but on a red variation of her suit. Her next objective was to try and learn what it was Amarthe had said that day. He'd completed the phrase but someone had muted him to try and prevent the information dump. In addition do to all the chaos of the ongoing battle almost no one person or camera would have likely seen every movement of the mouth. There was also the amount of electronic disturbance from the storm used against the US and what one God had seemed to cast just by entering the scene. And finally there was all the dust kicked up by the two giants that had been wrestling eachother. All this put together made the video feed a nightmare to look through. However from the various angles her various drones had captured Lizzy was confident she'd have enough information. With any luck people would see the current look an attire and assume her a different gear loving hero instead. She was off on a bike to the Macau Public Library, to research lip reading and the like. Sure she could have done it from her hotel room, that'd only raise suspicions however. In every moment the gear head gamer turned hero needed to be on alert. As a terrorist she needed to not appear as herself and try and blend in with the crowd of other tech lovers and oddball tourists if she wanted to remain unseen.

(I was about to post in local anon but remembered there was an Asia related thread so bump lol sorry it's so short though. Also O.O original Mjolnir update was a year ago)

@yggdmillennia:

The small jet looking space craft lands upon a hill looking over the city. Wasn't an armed craft but that still didn't mean the alien wanted to put it down around public. She was still a pirate, and with that her trust in people and authorities was largely predicated on money above anything else. As the small craft landed a pistol raised, flick of the wrist and the weapon was in hand. Eyes peered down the sights securing the area.

"Sorry. All the swagger in the world won't secure a getaway vehicle when you leave it." Holstering the gun the pirate moved to the back of the craft and undid what looked like two suitcases. A few taps along commands at the handle and it changed. Two turrets hovered in the area in case of emergencies. "High velocity munitions with Semtex charges, bullets are about the size of a nail. Tends to pierce armor well from speed. Damage comes a milosecond later, alarms are in place with a video feed. Doesn't make up for a living person but if something comes I'd know." With that the light violet skinned asssassin gestured to a trail down a hill and into the city. "I however am only the security detail though so lead the way."

@kayle_rez: Enyar silently nodded his head in agreement as he followed Kayle off the craft, when the space pirate began retrieving automated turrets to secure the vehicle he raised his index finger as if to protest but said nothing until she finished.

"Actually we don't have to go any further into the city, we're close enough for me to do this"at the edge of his armored digit a single crystal the size of a dime manifested and floated a safe distance away from Enyar before expanding and as it did its form so sharp tore a hole through space itself. "one of my meta human abilities is the ability to generate crystals with exotic properties, I've learned a technique to cut through space and shorten the distance to reach targeted areas but I'm limited to where my crystals have been and a range of three thousand kilometers"

The crystal took form in the shape of a ten meter tall and wide square with its center melted away leaving its only remains as a hairline thin outline of a square while its center was replaced with the image of what appeared to be a militaristic styled briefing room, Enyar took some steps forward and entered through the hole in space as if it was just crossing from one room to another and in a way it was "careful not to touch the edges, spatial cuts are deadly"

@yggdmillennia:

"Nice trick" the mercenary remarked as space ripped open to create a path way. It was a good way to move from point A to B without a trail to follow. "That said boss, I'd try and limit how much you use it. If they know you can do that how they address an armored mascot might change." A knight for a business Kayle could see doing well enough. in the world given how weird it could be. If that same knight was a teleporter however some might not want to help with transportation or expect to be transported. Or the ability to carve up space might just lead to fear. Humans were fearful things, to much cutting at space and you might be scene in a similar vein to a time siphon.

Ultimately though Kayle was just the hired back up not particularly someone here to critique or give advice. Pointing her finger to the ground she focused briefly. Tattoos along her arm and chest lightly flashed with turquoise light before a trio of bullets burst from the Siren's fingers. Her skin tone lightened a bit from the power use wasn't much it'd look at least a bit more human however. As opposed to the semi known violet skinned pirate, wasn't to much of a cover for her history but that and limited knowledge of her she thought would be enough. "So who we meeting up with and for what?" Kayle inquired as smoke trailed briefly off her index before she stepped through the portal that'd been made.

@kayle_rez: Enyar remained silent for some time while Kayle spoke as he was busy going about the room tidying up miniscule features like improper positioning of furniture and documents that belonged else where "We are meeting no one my dear escort, not for some time yet"Enyar finally replied as he finished and pulled out a set of keys from a drawer "this is a safe house, I will be residing here and I'd assume you could if you wished"Enyar tossed the keys to Kayle "this bunker is built underneath a rather expensive Russian hotel, up stairs leads to a hidden passage to the hotel room that I have under permanent reserve"

Enyar gestured to several closed doors "Armory,living quarters,kitchen,other"then Enyar crossed his arms "I'm not going to cage you but I'll be residing here for the most part"

@cascade_, @_reynard_, @supra-man:

It will be a cold day in Hell when I let him forget what he did.

Kaligar - colloquially known as Typhon, King of Monsters - did not exude an aura of sheer tactical incompetence. He had fought and murdered countless creatures, conquered worlds. The flesh of gods had been his to tear apart, their bones his to shatter. Yet he did possess a certain level of temper that frequently overextended his own boundaries. For example, when the Earth-Man slaughtered his people, Typhon destroyed an entire planet just to beat Reynard within an inch of his life. Of course, that was not the mistake he made.

His mistake was following Reynard back to Earth, back to his home turf.

That is when it became a numbers game.

Their battle that started in Alaska and ended in Miami had a multitude of factors, including the fact that Reynard had frequent assistance throughout - most notably from Methodius. At least, that's how Typhon remembered it. Looking from beyond the veil of broken reality, it all seemed to crack afterwards. Everything just recently put itself back together, but things changed while others remained the same. Of course that didn't matter now.

Typhon still despised the Earth-Man, and wanted him dead - that is all he cared about keeping intact.

It would come as no small surprise, then, that in order to capture the attention of Reynard he would need something for him to follow - a trail. It only seemed fair that such a road should be paved with bodies, considering that is how the Earth-Man liked to play.

It seemed like a foolhardy venture, considering how many other metahumans Typhon was inevitably going to attract. But in the end it wasn't about getting more than he bargained for. He would invariably receive that, no matter what. The protectors of this rock were legion.

He began his assault in earnest outside of Macau, where the forests dominated the rural outskirts. With a flying leap coming from the heart of the thick canopies, Typhon latched onto one of the military planes responsible for hunting him down for the desecration of some of the parks and recreational areas lingering in the vicinity. The plated glass folded in the monstrous grasp of the alien warlord, as did the pilot's skull and brain matter. The plane instantly went into a nosedive, crashing into the jungle and causing even more reckless disaster.

These were not isolated incidents meant to absorb into Typhon's lengthy line of personal victories, however. It was meant to bring the defenders of the world to him, to isolate them. He had grown stronger in the void, more resolute in his methodology and objectives. Reynard would not be the first, and would not be the last, to fear the monster he had unintentionally brought to Earth.

@warsman:

Purpose.

That was what Casca found herself missing in recent months. She fought against an attack at a truck stop. And by stupefying levels of luck it seemed her opposition had gotten away. Before then she'd fought others loosely tied to her past. Such conflict seemed to be a venture heading nowhere though just soldiers and lost figures nothing substantial. She had a desire for a vengeance that couldn't be filled. Meaning she needed another course of action and living, finding that was taxing however. Relationships, pointless. Hobbies, trivial to the side of her that she couldn't escape. Sight seeing and art had been the current attempt of a vice and still to no avail. She could here them behind her, comments and commentary that dug under Casca's skin.

So many wanted to label one thing or the other the finest piece. As if the pinnacle of achievement had been reached by others already. Which perhaps it had been, perhaps there would be no growing beyond a certain point Casca struggled to believe in such a mentality however. In a world as grandiose as the one they walked it seemed impossible to her to think there wasn't room to grow. Her eyes seemed to roll in frustration as another comment came by. A diminishing of work of countless others to sing praise of one. This wasn't filling her need for purpose, the wandering deity turns away.

Chinese food is purchased and attempted to be savored. It seems richer then it otherwise would have been elsewhere. From the people and silly traditions passed down through the family in the small shop ran by a family for generations. Better prepared and better cooked, and coming perhaps even close to perfect, she could see it however. Behind the counter the grandson taking her in she could see beyond that had ideas of how to change a recipe. He was distracted now but Casca felt she could read it off of him, strangling in a praised past. His ideas might have been good, or they could have ruined an otherwise good meal. In either case however the chance to grow was being withheld. Time goes by a crawl of monotony enjoying a meal wasn't a warrior's purpose either.

Stepping outside however she could see it off in the distance a trail of smoke and fire piercing the skyline. Chunks of iron and various parts dashing into the winds looking to rip through the air until they would tear into the forest below. The woman moves into an alley abandoning her clothing of a civilian life unfulfilling to who she was. Didn't matter what came of such fabric either. Stolen, burned, admired by a creepy old Chinese guy it wasn't substantial to her. Focus fell only on the signs that pierced the veil of a cloud line. A situation had come to her, and who would she be if she declined such a call.

A plane crashes and immediately the woman was there on it's arrival. Smoke blossomed into the air, fires raged dancing through the ravaged tree lines and splintered earth. Pieces of the plane were scattered about in a way that suggested likelihood of survivors was probably slim. Another villain racking up a body count for reasons yet unknown but likely to be soon clear. Raven hair snaked through the wind's as the fallen goddess looked on at the figure.

"If it's attention you wanted you have it." Her blade being drawn with a brief song of iron as it was set free. The very edge of the blade seeming to race with electricity in it's trail. For the edge, sharp enough to cut away electrons had a current trailing behind it's every motion.

@cascade_:

The epitome of violence Typhon had unleashed in mere seconds dulled down to a faint roar of its former cacophony, raging fire still engulfing the immediate area of the forested land. A warlord without peer, the King of Monsters traced his new arrival's features - but more importantly her weapons and armor. She seemed antiquated, for lack of a better word, but her fierce determination and demeanor betrayed the memories of many others who underestimated her based solely on technological level - memories that were now hers alone.

He rolled his neck as the skull-like visage of his mask lowered itself toward her menacingly.

"Is Reynard still alive?" a blunt inquisition; he would attack without a second thought if the impulse gave him so much as an itch.

He noticed that the military planes had stopped roaming overhead as vultures. The harrowing lack of results concerning their bombardments must have finally solidified into bleak reality for them. A suitable challenger to the King of Monsters only further added to the fact that they were not needed any longer.

With nothing left but contempt for his new guest, Typhon surged ahead without pity or remorse, his colossal grasp designed by physiology and harnessed by his quick and brutal mentality to punish her for choosing this fight. Punches meant to sunder entire worlds were thrown her way in a flash of black and grey ceremonial armor, a barrage constructed to either bring her fullest attention to this brawl - or simply end her in that moment.

@warsman:

An inquiry is the first thing to come her way from the armored figure. Looking for another hero of the world, someone dressed like a grape from what Casca could remember. She couldn't tell what the reason was he looked for such a man, or why he thought China was the place to attack for it. If she had to guess however it was like her, a fight from before demanding a rematch, demanding a payment in blood. And so far nothing had provided away to find possible comfort at breaking someone who'd done oneself another harm. Military was clearing for the fight to be carried out, and the goddess readied for things to escalate she could feel the change in her biology already.

"Never met him and didn't keep eyes on his history so couldn't say." In a way it disappointed her to have said it maybe she should have known him. Maybe when her city fell what she should have done was adapt to seeing other heroes and vigilantes for what she'd lost. Perhaps that was her purpose, to look after others when they got into situations to much for them. After all as her muscles tightened she did know her role in the fields of battle. To be an equalizer, to match speed and terrifying strength in a fight. He comes at her, close the distance and then look to strike her down.

Her shield raises to defend against the punches, earth webs and cracks under the force. Air creates a shockwave that scatters leaves and even knocks down some trees. Fires are snuffed out and blown away while other embers are blown outward to set new fires to the surroundings. Casca only slides a little from the force a inch or two line dug by her heels. "Tell me you're more then just muscle" she countered drawing her short sword down in a arch intended to cut into his knees, her blade with an edge sharp enough to carve an electron away it cared little for resistances it might find in armor or durable skin. Electricity trailed behind it's every motion by simple nature of the edge. She pushed off with her shield, A shield bash aimed for the arms that'd been hammering against it looking to toss him aside with the same amount of strength he could put behind his own fists.

Unlike most however Casca had no way of containing the side effects of her actions. She knew all to well that her movement could become enough to combust the air. That her strength could become something to make the earth tremble. Not wanting to unrepeatable harm to the earth Casca would look to move in for an uppercut looking to plant the shield below the jaw the motion also looking to throw the shield into the air with any luck the edge of her shield and monstrous strength she could use dragging the unknown killer into the skies.

@cascade_:

Though the blade held within it magnificent craftsmanship and unparalleled sharpness, so too did the flesh of Typhon weather its storm all the same. He had fought past the pain of a score of angry gods crashing down on him at once, thrashing his flesh to the core of worlds and surrendering his very life-force to the deities of death below the surface. Yet he never once truly gave up. He powered beyond these crushing heights of power, and soldiered on past the dizzying plummets into madness.

He remained resolute, and the sword-stroke slashed through his ceremonial armor and flesh down to nearly the bone. Blood pulsating out of the gaping wound with each passing second, mirroring the heartbeat in his chest. But Typhon stood taller than any mountain, and crashed upon his enemy as the raging tides.

"More than muscle? You have no idea,"

With but a glance, Typhon cauterized the unholy gash in his leg with a grotesque sizzling noise. Yet this kept him from fully countering or absorbing the shield bash, which him him square in the mandible. He kept his eyes fixated on the woman, seeing that the shield was not of this physical make. At the apex of the climb, the shield lost momentum and tumbled back to the ground. It - along with her own amazing power - had forced him a good few yards away from her. Perhaps less than she intended, but Typhon was never one for subtlety.

In a flash he was upon her again, and if her shield was to get in the way - she now knew another weapon of his in the form of the vision-based heat rays. Typhon would uphold her wish of taking this fight skyward by heaving her into the air by any means necessary, visiting upon her aerial attacks with his fists should she refuse or resist with her blade once more.

@last_man_standing:

The cut was clean and deep enough it's edges nearly kissed the bone. Blood flowed and sparks danced as the blade traveled quite free. The goddess however found a foe that didn't crumble beneath such a strike, a rare occasion where the wounds were not enough. A hiss accompanied by the crackle of cooking sinew. Cauterizing the wound swiftly and choosing to just continue the fight. That stench and aroma something that played off her spirit. The goddess was destined to die in battle, she didn't think herself as noble as heroes, and she didn't have a nation or people to protect any more. Of all the battle hardened and the bloodthirsty she didn't think to much of herself this however captured her drive.

Her strike sends him into the air, the air cracks like thunder of the speed of it. Brought on by a force that detonated into a thousand fragments. Leaping into the air to take flight against her air bound foe she collides with strikes heading her way. The sonic disturbance of the two meeting mid air creating domes of devastating concusive force. Her shield weathered the blows and during the opening of one thunderous impact and the next the goddess sought to slip through the divide. Her devine weapon in a underhand strike looked to carve upward and separate the arm from the rest of the body. The air racing with electricity a streak of lightning behind the sword swing.

This opened her up however to the additional ability. Burning like suns it escaped the figure's eyes, air grew thin as heat consumed all that it could. The scorching lances would find her immaculate jaw line, they'd travel the contours of her cheek and she had no way of knowing how effective they'd be until it was to late. However well the heat vision would have faired against the armored terror that was how they would against Casca.

@cascade_:

As Typhon seared into the woman's flesh, he discovered elements that were similar to his own biology, elements that resisted the heat vision to a degree but were ultimately futile against it. He had burned a hole straight into her jawline, flinging chunks of preposterously charred flesh before a point of relenting had been chosen. He would get nowhere with the effort, though he could feasibly burn through her it would take time - time Typhon wanted to extend not contract.

If his previous experiences with the warriors of Earth were to be any indication, reinforcements were already on their way. Perhaps Reynard was amongst them, perhaps not, but a warrior such as the King of Monsters refused to be caught off-guard again. Though, the real reason he pulled back this onslaught extended itself as the gleaming blade of heavenly vengeance made itself known once more, slicing into his cheek of equal accord and irony.

He swiped a thumb over the wound, collecting a thin shade of red. Saying nothing he turned the gesture into an enraged fist, summoning the world-shattering power that had nearly murdered Reynard twice. The cruel hand of fate always kept him away from such a prize as attaining true revenge for his lost people, and not even now it deemed him worthy of achieving that. No longer.

With a thunderous expulsion of physical energy, Typhon cracked the sky as he cast down but a single fist from his personage. Though it numbered only one, its potential for carnage had been the same as the emotions roiling within Kaligar upon the moment he sent down the executioner's strike on that doomed world so long ago. Shield or not, the goddess who charged herself with the task of defending the Earth, would feel that same metaphorical guillotine cutting through her throat.

@last_man_standing:

Rubble and bark was disturbed and thrown about the area with every strike made. A force that even in the air hovering above cliff sides and tree tops rattled the region. Heat blazed past her cheek and briefly painted the clouds of smoke with a vibrant hue. Not before it dragged away a section of her own jaw though. A small pocket of boiling blood and blackened flesh. A decent hole that easily could have become more of one.

A fist comes in, with enough physical might to shatter planets. Enough power behind it to obliterate vessels traversing space in singular hits. The kind of might that would break most anything it came in contact with. But not Casca, her body was designed to adapt to the opponents to fight on their level. Fair skin becoming durable enough to weather attacking and being attacked with such rarely rivaled force. He readied a fist, bring it back and drive it forward as the two fly toward the other to close the distance.

It meets her shield. She feels the strain rocket through her arm and to the shoulder. A slight sting to the joints as the might rattles her figure. Clouds of smoke and ash dash away the concussive force scattering it until thinned to a point of obscurity. The landscape not to far below buckling under the impact. Casca however only makes for another attack of her own.

In the time to move back for another wind up or to ready some other offensive she sought to find the opening to make a counter. Her sword, looked to thrust not unlike a scorpion lashing out with it's tail in a sudden jab. The point of the blade seeking to dig into his right eye and sink into the skull. Lightning danced along the edge and it's path of motion as it always did with a divine and fierce edge. Her whip comes undone, as her shield was drawn closer to her chest dropping the rope to reach her feet and a tap of her foot hits the end. The motion was swift, the only tell really being behind the monstrous might that had the air detonating in a theatric radius with each of their moves.

The whip of hers, radiant and golden burned with a plasma to match the lance of energy that had marked her cheek. The inferno looking to coil around his left leg and begin to burn deeply into his figure. A turn in flight and the goddess looked to rotate behind the world breaker. The whip looking to pull at his leg and hopefully drag it free as she now knew at least his body was only so durable. Granted such durability was far from most anything she'd ever fought. The rotation also came with a flick of the wrist, a rapid strike that looked to separate vertebra of the neck. With a blade casually able to carve through him so far and his own astronomical might Casca ignored the pain radiating through her jaw and looked to remove his head in a fluid motion.

@cascade_:

You're losing.

Typhon the Undefeated, Godkiller, Worldbreaker, the Scourge of Gods.

All of those are meaningless now that you have no one to boast to.

Kaligar suddenly straightened his posture. Seeing the blade soaring towards him, he almost watched it move in a sort of slow motion, the ticking fibers of its monomolecular edge dancing gracefully on its unbreakable gleam. Pellets like rain bursting from the stormcloud of the goddess's fury, it grazed ever closer to its intended target in his eye. He looked between it and his opponent, glaring at her with the same analytical passiveness as he did her weapon.

She had a deadly beauty much like those supposed deities of the concept on foreign worlds, though it had not been refined to such a polished film over actual personality. She had honesty in her eyes, and in her demeanor. She meant to kill him - and that was enough for the King of Monsters to begrudgingly admit a small smirk befitting her status as trying so hard to do so. Of course, this was no fair fight to begin with.

And she knew that.

So just stop boasting, and fight.

He aimed precisely and with mind-boggling force at the flat of the blade, the merest metallic pang of the contact shattering the tectonic plate they were hovering over, sending the forested area beneath them into a devastating upheaval. Countless tons of rock and dirt shot up in the cruel imitation of tombstones. This slight gesture was meant to snap the sword in twain, and considering the guesswork involved in measuring just how hard her shield was, Typhon stood a great chance of defying entirely the concept of 'indestructible' today.

Without skipping a beat and in concert with his foe's various counterattacks, Typhon again perceived most of this as enticing monotony, this time-lagging spectacle of her attempted beheading of the warlord. He did, however, become enraptured by the noose - just not around his throat. He purposely caught the rope around his armored gauntlet, wrapping it tightly around his wrist as to forcefully pull the goddess closer. Her advantage at range had become tiresome, as Typhon much preferred the thrill of beating an opponent to death with his bare hands. And that was precisely what he meant to do if she were to keep relying on her precious weapons.

Throwing a magnificent array of punches aimed at any conceivable weakness, Typhon had thrown out the previously accepted boundaries of 'playing fair' to his new foe and simply attacked without any notion of mercy. Each strike, regardless of hitting her flesh, armor, or weapon, would drive the stake further into the heart of the world as the crater now became a grave being dug deeper with its tectonic markers rising ever higher.

@last_man_standing:

The sword edged closer to it's desired point of contact, the eyes to meet it seemed passive to stare on with a expression that knew moments like this all to well. Defiant competition of a man who could it would seem embrace whatever competition that may come. It wasn't possible to read the expression beneath the helm he wore, she had the feeling though it was like her own. Purpose was something proving hard to find, moments like this though where the world screamed in cheers of cataclysmic combat that spark of what one was could be found. With it came the resolution she could he'd been holding back. On the one side she could feel it, her muscles were starting to understand the strength within them and with it came the knowledge of just how apocalyptic this fight could become.

Despite being airborne and some of the force intended to carry through the strike dissipated through the air it wasn't enough. Not even close, and mother earth if such an entity existed likely wept in agony of the action. The forrest became barren in a large area from the force millions of slivers of wood raced into the skies like rain in their quantity. Rocks and stone became powder just pockets of dust upon the monstrous winds. Earth collapsed below them, a crater seemingly exaggerated in size formed with cracks along it's edge seeking to weave ever further outward to expand in size as every strike looked to dig closer to the center of the earth.

Casca was able to catch this and turn her blade just enough that the strike might find it's edge instead. That his fist would find a point over the broad side. She didn't know if it made it all that far into his own person, if it'd carve through his own hand for such an action. All the same the area felt the impact of such strength meeting the weapon. The whip was caught, folding over itself to pull her closer the goddess doing the same on her end aiming to do a simple task of keeping the two in close proximity. Her weapon was blessed to not hurt herself, she knew it matched the inferno from his eyes though and as such could threaten him. Let it stay around their wrists cuffing the two together until hopefully the heat and pressure took his arm away. More strikes came her way though, forceful impacts she could track with her eyes and place her shield before but in the end a futile effort.

Her shield didn't have the kind of bite her sword did, an edge to help surpass whatever met it. And when not bound to such a unique attribute it was just against such strength a hearty shield. For once the instrument had limits, a certain level it could seemingly go to before it found it's end. More dust and atomized side effects, power behind the strikes inflicting war on the planet it seemed by simple meeting of sides. Then it came, sound of a planet snapping, of continents reduced to crumbling like glass. Thunderous in sound the very air seemed to ignite an inferno spawned to kiss the trees. The shield of hers having been destroyed, shards of gold raced through the air, spearing deep into the soil, or cutting trees and stones down in horrifyingly fast projectiles.

The deity crashes into the soil and bounces in a tumble leaving a trail of erupting earth and eventually road. A trail of fire behind her before she manages to slow herself. A scar left as she slowed herself down. Her whip for the time being was gone just a hilt at her hip. Her blade used to help decrease momentum though survived lightning dancing along it's path. No shield left to use and the whip would need time to find the energy it used to recharge. It'd likely just be a contest of strength for the most part now.

That wasn't good, she could match it if a fight called for something unfair though to win. Other unique weapons or powers the goddess was short on options. That being said she flexed her shield arm, a fracture maybe in her wrist where the shield had been over otherwise not to bad though. She could still fight she just didn't know if skill and a good sword was enough to win. She lived to die though, to fight until conflict came to a close or her body lay dead and broken. So cars leaped from the roads, and buildings trembled as Casca leaped into the air and flew to close distance and then upward. Seeking to draw the world breaker into the upper atmosphere, to spare the surroundings of astronomical destructive ability. Only that though, she was more then content to fight this man until death or other heroes came. She just didn't want it to involve the disgusting level of ruins it could lead into.

@cascade_:

The curiosity of the King of Monsters continued to plague his mind, haunting his gaze as he looked down upon his cloven skin and flesh once more in the form of his hand he had used to deflect the goddess's blade. Time and again he had fought warrior-deities of all kinds and creeds, slaying them with prejudice in the process. Although he was not deeply or necessarily surprised, finding yet another series of such creatures on this world irritated something inside of his mind. Perhaps it was a kindling of rage, or agitation. The taste of it had been mild, and he ignored it further.

It would not occur to him of the continued resistance of his foe until she returned upon him, without her shield and with the blade still at the ready for combat. Though he had watched out of the corner of his vision, the leaping gesture gave him an honest bout of mirth in the pit of his stomach. Seeing her so defiantly pursue him renewed his hope in finding someone beyond Reynard to sate the innate blood-greed he always harbored. Killing the Earth-Man was an inevitability. He had feared that he would accomplish this goal without another to give him peace of mind.

That changed when the goddess continued her assault in earnest.

Smashing into the Last Symaarian with an unforeseen fury, she stripped him of his ceremonial armor, completely obliterating it as well as its shards in the process. Only the skull-shaped helmet remained somewhat intact, grimacing in unknowable agony in the bottom of the crater they left behind. His face now revealed to her, it was one of unrelenting hatred and contempt. His eyes burned behind thick scars covering his face; the markings of his exceedingly high, yet entirely foreign, rank merged into his skin through countless millennia of service to an empire she could not understand the meaning behind. These were not trivial tattoos meant to symbolize something, but to embody the very nature of what the goddess had knocked into orbit over the planet.

She had disgraced the last remnant of societal attachment Typhon possessed to his lost people. As if seeing the desecration of not only one tombstone, but an entire graveyard, the passing irony of beating Reynard while wearing the suit faded into the obscured recesses of his mind. Only now did he begin to encompass something else entirely, that of a scalding vehemence pulsating from the boiling depths of his very being. Still grappling with the goddess, Typhon's resistance receded much like the tide before a tsunami. The storm finally broke once he glared at the world that these creatures so desired to preserve.

He had shattered one much like it, twice its size, when Reynard took everything from him. The goddess who defied him his vengeance seemed intent on this one being her own tomb.

Typhon was upon her without a conceivable length of time beyond him being there and then 'vanishing'. The best word would have been instantaneous, but his mind had been bereft of such notions once the layers of his armor peeled away. Now unbound by limit or calmness of spirit, the King of Monsters laid into the goddess with such a spiteful force that the skies below them suddenly cleared of debris for hundreds of miles in all directions, opening the land to a beautiful unencumbered blue. Hurricanes starting to roil in the heart of the African coast were neutered, and tropical storms of all varieties were suddenly erased even in the midst of their fury, cleared away in an instant as Kaligar attacked without mercy. Even the cresting waves of the deep Pacific were fully stopped for a mere moment, flattened in spite of the tectonic tremors causing them many leagues under the sea. The irony of it was lost to Typhon, as soon his rage and his fists would seek to paint it a pulpy and disjointed red.

@pyrogram:

As an agent of the DSA, Paragon gets to work all over the world. It's one of the best parts of her job because she gets to see the many beauties that Earth has to offer. But, she also gets to see everything that is ugly about it. She has seen humanity at it's best, but she's also seen humanity at it's worst. They are race that needs help and that is why she is here. To inspire, to build up hope and lead by example so that others may follow.

It is through DSA channels that Paragon becomes aware of a man with a hammer appearing in China, seemingly out of no where. The situation is a bit heated already because the authorities on the scene don't know what to make of the time traveler. Is he a threat? Is he something else? All this, and more, are questions Monica Waller wants answered. So, she sends Paragon to China to seek them and detain this man should it be necessary.

Paragon arrives just in time to see a trigger happy Cop try and shoot the time traveler. Unsure if the Time Keeper can withstand bullets, she moves in a blaze of motion as she moves in front of him, blocking the gunfire with her bracers. Paragon glares at the gun, then at the Cop who fired it. "I'll take it from here." She says in perfect Chinese. She also addresses this to all the Cops in the area, showing her DSA credentials. Although most of them seem a bit more relaxed, some are still nervous.

Then she turns to the Time Keeper, "Are you hurt? Can I help you in any way?" Her beautiful face is warm and inviting, she means this man no harm. That much is evident.

@last_man_standing:

The clouds scattered for miles tossed away by a power to rival the highest of gods. Debris cleared, and aircraft had to make adjustments for turbulence. Every once and awhile in the grand radius there was a brief puff of scarlet mist to the air. A sign of birds atomized by kinetic potency. Hurricanes ceased and tides went still under the collision of gods. Or at least beings that while falsely titled such perhaps, could rival such things.

She'd come back full force and struck hard blows shattering armor. It's remains sent like supersonic projectiles briefly ripping through the forest. Trees falling as shards pierced their bark clean, brush caught a flame in the trail it left. She met eyes of hate a face with scars from who knew how many bouts. Markings told a tale, ceremonial rank earned through the contest of wars and battles. She could also sense loss though something gone, and made more so as the armor had shattered. One of the few reminders of what he had been was ravaged like her shield speaking to who she had been.

Then it came consecutive blows to her gut, armor denting under the force. Armor meant to match her shield, to be impervious it wasn't though against him. She could feel the stress on her body it was something she could endure, these strikes were while cataclysmic to surroundings bruising only for her. A blow hit's her chest another goes for the gut and through an exhale and a brief trail of blood to run down her cheek she catches it. Her hand looking to tighten around his, though only able to go so far given her strength would only match.

"We seem born of a similar loss, just with different hate. What did Reynard do?" In the end Casca not long ago had decided she wished to be better then just a champion for some fallen forgotten false gods. That seeking out those responsible for the fall of a godly city wasn't going to get anywhere. She needed to look after earth, and fighting this alien wasn't going to save earth. A crater deeper then it was wide, a forest spotted with raging fires, this wasn't going to result in anything good. "I rather like this rock, I'd rather not break it just cause I had to fight you to the death." Bloodied lips remarked with a smile confident and briefly twirling her sword, lightning dancing along it's trail. Really she had no reason to think she'd win. Her very nature being to try and rival someone not have a clear advantage, there was still a warrior's pride to her though.

@cascade_:

Typhon had begun to slowly realize that this fight would eventually go on until possibly both of them were dead. With his confidence as the Undefeated already shattered by his loss against the combined forces of this world once, he lowered his fists. The King of Monsters nevertheless continued to exude the maddening aura of violence and anger, his wild eyes glaring coldly at the goddess from beyond a film of spilled blood and broken flesh.

"Reynard sensed the war my people brought to other worlds, the suffering we caused. The destruction we wrought. It came to a head at Karnak, the world I executed in rage. He slaughtered my people, every last man, woman, and child," he visibly twitched in complete and utter rage.

"Though we numbered only around 6,000, I only care to kill the Earth-Man in retribution. Once that moment has passed, I will go out to the dark stars to die. This I swear."

@last_man_standing:

Sure enough the story matched, a fall of all one knew for what they were or might be. A desecration of ones home because it didn't align with someone else's vision. Perhaps some deserved the judgment and ceremonious end others did not however and most not to the extremes taken. Someone sensed war but war was a common occurrence. Sensed it'd be a blight on other worlds but should they even weigh in on the crisis of such worlds? And within any such case was the cost of noncombatants worth it? Casca couldn't see an action of genocide as justifiable by any person against any creature.

Wars always had casualties granted but what'd been done to Typhon was not war, and the hate he felt was something Casca had felt denied. So instead she sheathed her blade a sigh escaping as she looked at the cataclysmic landscape from their fight. "If you're fights looks worse then this or this is done to a city we'll be at it again. Otherwise just find Reynard, it'd be wrong of me to hold you back. That said remarked from one warrior to the other she began floating back to the forrest below planning to use what power she had to try and snuff out the flames and fix the scars on the earth they'd recently made. This fight hadn't been the fatal one she longed for either, that desire to pass on in the embrace of combat still boiled her blood. It also hadn't been the fight that should kill her though she concluded, it lacked the purpose. Leaving Casca as just the nomad like goddess to return to, with any luck the Symarrian would find that peace she couldn't.