Counter the Attack above You

@ninjaboss123:

(That's god modding bro. You can't say you automatically hit someone else's character. You write how your character attacks, and then it's up to the other RPer to decide how his/her character reacts to your attack or how it affects them. Just a friendly heads up.)

@_braveheart_:

(My apologies. I'll fix that)

(I edited, I was really tired last night but that does not make up for the god modding. I just was assuming late last night that It was an exception to this post.)

@ninjaboss123:

(Nice post)

Throughout his years of experience, the Henoshan War veteran has fought some of the most intense and decisive battles, and the fight that he was now in was not much different. After having an encounter with a highly skilled archer, O'Connor was now taken by surprise by a second adversary, who appeared out of the darkness like a raging beast ready to kill, diving downward with his sword with great speed. "What?" O'Connor said as he saw the unexpected intruder diving down towards him with his deadly Katana sword stretched out. With barely any time to make a move, the Patriot was able to dodge the attack with a back flip, performing a backward somersault in the air with his arms and legs stretched out straight.

"That was a close one."

Now, standing only inches away, O'Connor gripped his right hand tight upon his Shield's handle and ran towards his target. As he got closer, with an upward motion, he swung his arm in a way that his vibranium shield was now facing the target's chest, but also placing the sharp edge of it under the enemy's chin, attempting to knock out his opponent by bludgeoning him with the shield in an upward motion.

@_braveheart_: (Thank you. I almost imagine this like hunger games of Comic Vine.)

Landing the sword goes about half way into the ground. Had the sword not been in the ground Dreamer would have rolled forward but he used the sword to steady himself. Upon the landing his suit absorbed most of the landing. He spots the patriot running at him.

Relax Ninja don't let the sword clutter up the vast possibilities of attacks that you could make. Throw It our of the way and avoid him. Dreamer thought as he grabbed the blade tossing it perfectly fifteen feet backwards into the ground. He's getting closer that shield seems very impressive and his reaction time. Turning quickly he dove and rolled backwards and to the right very quickly. Throwing a shuriken mid roll. Sticking the landing he holds a throwing knife gripping it in his right hand.

@ninjaboss123:

Normally a simple shuriken wouldn’t be much of a threat, but this time the man wielding it knew how to use it. With a great speed, rivaling that above peak human, the stranger threw the expertly crafted devise at Flynn’s person, holding nothing back. Even with a suit made of Vibrainium the impact would have been felt, and unfortunately for the one shot arrow shooter, he was not wearing one. Instead he needed to rely on skill rather than gear. Using his toned reflexes, raised to near perfection after years of training, he used his eagle eye to watch the incoming blade and timed it just right for his response. Again using his trained skilled reflexes after drawing millions and millions of arrows in his life time, he raised his empty hand just in time to grasp the incoming shuriken, second before it would slice through his exposed skin.

In retaliation Flynn threw the very same shuriknen right back at his enemy [YOU] after a quick flip in his hand providing him the edge of having the sharp edge now facing his foe. But in this case he did not throw it with a deadly intention, but instead threw it at just the right angle so that it would pierce not the enemies head or torso, but his right foot. Firmly pinning it and him to the ground. But that was only the first step. For as the enemy was preoccupied by looking down, be it for any reason, Flynn would take advantage of the fleeting second of distraction to attack. With a fresh taser arrow drawn from his quiver, he let it fly to his enemies torso with the intention of hitting him with enough electrical current to put down a full grown elephant for at least an hour.

@_braveheart_: @straightshot:(Oh how I love to fight against two badasses. Who wants to go next?)

As the taser arrow whistled through the air towards an unseen target, a violent tempest of crimson lightning arcs lit up the surreal scene. In the center of the miniature storm was a burly figure clad in yellow, his form muddled and shimmering with indescribable speed. His eyes were radiant red, glowing like that of a demon risen from a pit of fire.

He almost lazily snatched the arrow out of the air, a monstrously deepened groan escaping him as he absorbed the electrical current generated by the projectile. Hurling it aside, he raised a gloved fist, vibrating the molecules to the point where it shimmered and appeared transparent. The corners of his mouth curling into a sadistic smirk, the speedster thrust his vibrating fist towards the chest his target, seeking to impale them through the heart.

"Not the best way to go."

It was pain! Pure, unbearable, undeniable gut wrenching pain. Flynn had never felt a pain like this before in his entire life. It was even worse than the beatings his father gave him as a child. It was as if his heart was being ripped apart while still inside his chest. Whats worse was the pain came out of nowhere. But when placed in such a dire situation a fighters only choice was to retreat, recompose and retaliate. Using ever last bit of strength, he kicked off while throwing his head back. In doing so he began flipping his body backwards as to avoid the pain, followed by landing in a hand stand, then to a firm two point stance ten safe yards away from where he started. By luck his plan worked as the burning in his chest was now no more than a case of heartburn, and after a few coughs of blood he could feel himself getting better.

But that was only half the plan, for what attacked him was still out there and needed to be stop before it could do it again. Therefore as he was flipping through the air he managed to draw three of his regular arrows, ready to shoot back. At the exact moment he finished his incredible display of acrobatics, he shot from the hip launching all three arrows at the same time while traveling just a few feet apart next to each other. The reason being, the first arrow was aimed back directly at the location he was last standing, hoping it would be enough to stop his enemy [You]. As for the other two they were positioned just right so that if the enemy dodged left or right, one of the other arrow would most likely hit him!

Leonidas crept in slowly, his mortal coil both hideous and impractical, and he approached the archer to attack, but was far too slow. His body, which was oddly distinct from his regular human form, was near totally defenseless to the arrow which went straight through his skull. And down to the ground he fell. Almost as if it were too easy. And indeed it was, as not a minute later, his regular body appeared, although it seemed lacking in any sort of personality. It walked over to the body Leonidas had resided in before it met its fate by arrowhead, and stabbed the body through the heart with his spear, Siphon.

Returning the soul of Leonidas to itself, the body was now whole again. "I've always wondered how being a minion felt. It's actually quite boring, and extremely unsatisfactory. But now you face me." The Puppet spun his spear unnaturally quickly, and clouds of mana became attracted to it, imbuing it with magical energy that he would use to his dire ends. "I hope you can take it as well as you, as they say, 'dish it out'" he remarked, as he readied himself to launch his weapon. With a lunge as powerful as he could manage on short notice, his spear glowed with magic power as it soared through the air towards its target.

Sent flying from the impact, the Aging Archer was knocked from his rooftop perch. He threw an arm out and grabbed onto a fire escape, hanging on with one appendage. He judged the distance from there to the ground with the expert eye of a lifelong archer, and dropped deftly, though he groaned at the effect it had on his back and knees.

He reached back into his quiver and fired a grapnel arrow at another rooftop, and let it pull him up. He rolled onto it and drew a Scorcher arrow from the quiver. It was made by the now-missing armsmaster Daedalus, with the raw power of an atomic bomb, fueled by the fire of a long-dead beast.

It was the fight he always dreamed of, archer verses archer, skill against skill. From the few brief. seconds he saw his adversary reeling to the roof top, the mans gray hair and rough exterior, clearly showed he had the gift of aged wisdom. That meant the enemy could have an advantage in anything from strategic to tactical know how. This left Flynn with only the advantage of youth and all the speed and vitality it brought. It would definitely prove to be a challenge, but for who? Unfortunately the enemy had the high ground, and in any fight that was an advantage.

As Flynn looked upwards towards the aged archer, he saw him move with reflexes of a man half his age. In one fluid motion the enemy pulled one of his tecno-advancced arrows and launched it straight down upon him. Reacting with the same speed, Flynn used his eagle like eye to survey the incoming arrow. It was not the same tech as his own arrows, but it definitely had the makings of an explosive one, with enough power to take out a whole block. With no other choice, he used his last remaining seconds to shoot one of his normal arrows straight up at it and after a second of flight the two collided. But just as his arrow was flying upwards, he knew he would still need to escape the upcoming explosion, so with a last ditch effort he quickly used his bow to pry open a manhole cover and dived in head first. Despite landing in piles of human feces he was better off than what was about to happen above him.

As planned, his arrow hit his enemies at just the right spot setting off a chain reaction. The so called “Scorcher arrow” exploded in a huge fireball shaking the very Earth, but not before obliterating the roof top where his enemy [YOU] was residing. For now the enemy was trapped between a rock and a hard place with the very ground he was standing on falling down floor by floor, with every brick crumbling around him. Below him a huge raging fire roared on, ready to boil him alive should he fall into it. Flynn could no longer see his adversary or his actions but from the scenario he left him in it seemed to be fatal!

Stan felt himself panic as the building below crumbled, the vibrations from the explosion chain shaking his very being. This is a very good time to jump, halfway through that thought he did as such jumping from the building roof . I swear some people are too rude these days, he thought to himself as he burst through someone's window and interrupted their cooking.

"Shut.. Up, thank you." He said to the startled patron before going back to through their kitchen cabinet and returning to the window, where he threw knives and forks at the people down below. When he ran out of said tools he did not stop, going back to the kitchen, he heated spoons and went back to throw them as well.

In the few brief seconds it took Flynn to look up, the incoming attack had already began. Several stories above, from an open window, an unknown enemy was throwing assorted silverware down upon him. From the way they were thrown it was obvious the assailant had skill, as each piece flew through the air with speed and precision. To make it worse, with each second the silverware fell, they picked up more speed and more momentum along the way. By now they were falling at a speed faster than a bullet and mere inches away from slicing through his flesh.

In a last ditch effort, he pushed off with his left foot and swung his shoulder to the right. In less than a second he was leaping to his right with his full body, dodging the cutlery by a hair. As the last of his body moved into a tuck and roll, the pieces of silverware fell hard, piercing into the street just as his feet pulled away. In a dazzling display of athletics he finished his roll with a somersault and a three point stance, then back to his feet with a standard arrow drawn and laid across his bow.

By now the enemy had upped his game, and was now throwing heated spoons. Each one was a fiery ball of burning metal, that lit the night with an eerie glow. Luckily they fell in a pattern like an upside down pyramid or bowling pins, with one singular spoon leading the way. With his eyes locked on that one spoon Flynn released his arrow hitting it dead center, causing a chain effect where the shrapnel from the first arrow split off colliding with the next two and so on and so on. Soon the threat of the flaming spoons had spread out so that only two small balls of fire were falling down, safely far to the left and right side of him.

Going along with the whole fire theme, he reached into his quiver and pulled out a napalm arrow and after a quick strike against the ground set the tip a blaze. With only seconds before the arrow would explode in a huge ball a fire, he laid it across his bow and sent it flying. Like a rocket it soared skywards towards the open window where his enemy [YOU] was hiding and should it make it that far, it would enter and set the entire apartment room a blaze, with a temperature hot enough that it could melt steel in seconds.

Iowa saw the attack incoming before it even happened thanks to her early warning precog and dashses through the opposite side of the building before smashing into a wall and tumbling out, she evaded the attack moments before the building she was in was set ablaze.

Iowa let out a huff which blew a lock of her golden hair back into place, she then gave a angered gaze to her next figure a few kilometers away who seemed to be lost in a 'Ghost Town'

"Tomahawk missles go" the navy destroyer Iowa used to arrive at this particular location soon targeted the individual that was being painted by Iowa's advanced vision and unleashed a barrage of subsonic missles at him/her

The creature, recognizing the projectiles flying towards her, burrowed deep underground and allowed the bedrock to absorb the explosions. After the dust settled, she heard the footsteps of [You] walking above and decided to reach up from the ground below and grab her opponents legs.

If her grab succeeded, she would begin to drain the moisture and nutrient's from her captive's body.

T'was only through the lightning-fast reflexes of the assassin that he gracefully evaded his attacker's outstretched arms. Snatching a pristine bat-star from his belt, he hurled the razor edged projectile at the throat of his next opponent.

*dodges*

*reks*

Bats his opponent's brand of rektage aside with a smirk. His hand clasps the onyx hilt of his ninjato, whipping it out in a single, rapid slash aimed across his next opponent's torso.

Gwen awoke from her nightmare and wondered why she was dreaming of batman. After showering, brushing her teeth, and getting properly prepared for her day, she recognized [You] from the previous afternoon and decided to take revenge.

She opened her window and slowly slid a weightless oven with its gas turned on out of a window. She then returned the weight to the appliance hoping for it to either crush her opponent or inadvertently explode and shred them at some point on the way down. She then remembered the pie that she had left inside it...

@dreadstroke: (OOC: sry, i think we replied to the same one...)

@gwen_temi: (Happens, it's all good :-))

Talvaran gracefully darts to the side in an effortless evasion of the oven, unfurling his oneida kestrel curve from his white quiver with one hand. Nocking a diamond tipped arrow in a single, swift motion, his snowy cape fluttering into a rigid state that enabled him to glide, he released the string in midair, the arrow whistling through the air towards the thigh of his next opponent.

It had been a while since Flynn saw a flying opponent, especially one who was a master of the bow and arrow, but none the less there he was soaring in the sky like some dark creature of the night. Despite his respect for another archer, the moment his enemy fired an arrow in his direction, the fight became personal. In a flash, Flynn drew a standard arrow from his quiver and laid it across his bow. Then without a seconds hesitation, he let it fly upwards straight towards the enemies. But seconds after letting it fly, he noticed a gleam of light shining off his enemies arrow, exposing it to be a diamond tip threat. Naturally as the two collided the enemies tip proved to be so much stronger that it split his in half like it was nothing.

Now with little to no time to react, the enemies arrow was now upon him. Immediately by instinct, he pushed off with both feet and launched his body backwards to preform a professionally executed back flip. Then just as he was finishing his move, the diamond tip arrow came whistling down hitting the pavement just where he was last standing and cut straight through three feet of concrete to the point the feathered end was now buried deep within the street.

Immediately he drew forth another arrow only this time he choose a enhanced one, one he referred to a his “Net-Arrow!” Wasting no time he shot it forwards at his enemy [YOU] with the intention to trap his enemy rather than kill or permanently wound him. As it soared, it started like any other common arrow, a simple tip, shaft and nock, but as it continue on it broke apart forming a huge net leading forward with razor sharp hooks aligned along the outside edges. At the speed, rate and size of the arrow, it would soon engulf the enemy inside of it, trapping him inside a reinforced steel net constricting his every move.

"Nice try" Iowa replied back with a smirk as one of her miniaturized 360 mm guns opened fire on the incoming projectile, the net was utterly annihilated by the sheer power of the navy gun.

"Mister President, requesting authorization for Base Delta Zero" there was a pause as Iowa waited permission to unleash a devastating arsenal of fire power "roger that, request confirmed"

Ten's of thousands of nuclear missiles began manifesting in low earth orbit every second as they spread across the globe aiming to hit every inch of the planet for complete global Armageddon on a unprecedented scale all in an attempt to eliminate [YOU]

Gwen created a gravity pool that drew the missiles together at a single point. One of the rockets detonated, setting off a chain reaction that produced an absurd atomic explosion in that central location. By applying continuous heavy gravitational pressure at that same spot, the explosions were contained and compressed into a small orb. Gwen then directed the concentrated energy of the explosion at [You] in the form of a thin beam that seemed to disintegrate matter upon contact.

@gwen_temi:

"Ooooh, pretty lights - wait, what did it say about disintegrating matter? That sounds REAL BAD,"

The contest of extra-gravitational forces expanded in such a way that as soon as it licked his fleeing heels, Warspool was instantly caught in an agonizing vortex. Swallowed into the colossal strength of the cosmic whirlpool, the red and black-clad degenerate muscled out a cartoonish "meep" before disappearing into a fine mist of crimson particles.

Silence passed, but the Warspool had come back from worse, and indeed it was that he rematerialized within the physical plane, regenerating impossible wounds at an astonishing rate and even the boundaries of his costume. He leaned against a wall, arms crossed.

"Ain't I a stinker?"

A simple continuation of the perpetual contest was all he needed to spark, but he had grown rather fond of the people around him, so he opted to chuck a rubber turkey toy at whoever was nearest, the worst possible damage it could do being a mild annoyance concentration in the brain from the truly obnoxious noise it made.

Talvaran deflected it with his oneida kestrel, snorting as a drew a diamond tipped, 6 inch flechette from minuscule compartment on his right glove. Mustering up the three tons of strength he so inhumanely possessed, he hurled it at the throat of his next opponent.

The arrow pierced clean through the creature's throat and left a gaping hole. As the wound rapidly healed and the dryad recovered from her stagger, she dug her roots deep into the soil and drug up a large slab of rock. She hurled the stone at [You] in an arc that would result in the stone landing atop her adversary and crushing them.

(Sry, didn't mean to tag you. Bad habit)

As the shadow of the stone loomed above, he rolled into a lightning fast evasion, cringing as the boulder landed with a thunderous BOOM in the spot where he'd stood mere seconds ago. Bow in hand, he sprung off his back foot, driving his right fist forward into what might've been a superman punch... had he not been carrying his oneida kestrel in the very same hand. Instead, he sought to slam his bow into his opponent's jaw, carrying three tons of force empowered by his earlier spring off the back foot.

Mother smiled as her adversary entered melee range, her territory. She leaned back to slightly reduce the blow, but was caught under her chin be the bow.

Three tons of force was more than enough to remove the dryad's head and leave a shredded neck dripping with sweet, yellow nectar, her life blood.

Her body went limp for a moment, a feining of death to provide a false sense of security to her opponent. A moment later, a dozen vines shot out from her neck like the regeneration of the hydra itself.

With her opponent, [You], mere inches away from her, her vines lunged forward in an attempt to ensnare the adversary and drain him/her of their vital life essence.

Twin beams of red solar power issued from Dark's incandescent eyes in surgical disintegration of the looming vines, fired at superluminal speeds as to appear as a split second flash of red to the human eye. Smirking, the undead nGod pressed on, peering down as to direct these solar rays into a vertical arc that he hoped would slice his next opponent apart, the beams packing enough power to melt through most anything short of Earth's superior materials and metals.

The being dove underground, allowing the soil and the ground to absorb the impact and heat. The injuries that she received from her brief exposure to the heat were quickly repaired as she absorbed the nutrients and moisture from the ground to accelerate her healing. Choosing to stay safe underground and avoid more exposure to the extreme heat, the druid released spores from her body that would grow into wooden beasts and sprout from the ground. These beasts would attack the nearest lifeform, [You].

Springing off his back feet, Dark thrust both fists forward, scarlet cape beating against the wind as he plowed the wooden beasts to fine splinters. Swiveling around at lightning-fast speeds, he sought to pivot his backfist into his opponent's jaw, carrying force enough to send a tremor through the concrete if it connected, sending fractures through the ground.

A punch? Really? Felix almost scoffed, disappointed, ducking and rolling to his foe's blind spot, slashing at their gut with his huge blade.

He'd vanished the moment his blow had missed, his eyes burning with solar heat as he reappeared from his hypersonic evasion, hovering several yards above the fragmented concrete. Stare honing in on the corneas of his opponent, Darkevius fired off a surgical set of superluminal rays at that precise area, seeking to puncture through the eyes and set aflame his target's brain with beams powerful enough to melt through most earth based materials.

Gwen created a gravity pool with enough power to bend light to her left. The beams of energy curved away from her and off into the distant horizon, causing no damage to either her or any materials in the nearby environment.

She then redirected her influence to her next opponent, [You] and began to increase the force of gravity on her opponent's body exponentially. If her opponent did not react soon, they would be crushed under their own multiplying weight.

He stood, unfettered, cape fluttering and arms folded amid another's attempt to manipulate the force of gravity on him. The fire in his cold, searching eyes dimmed to its standard blue, fists clenched as he began to take powerful strides towards his opponent, quaking the ground with every godly step. Any human would've perished. Most superhumans would've crumpled under the force. But Dark was a god, an exemplar of self serving power, and against all odds he resisted the increased gravity the very same way he flew; manipulating his own personal field of gravitation.

A moment later and he leaped forward, fist drawn back as he neared his opponent. Then, his fist would snap forward with the power to shake trigger another earthquake, briefly shifting the flow of wind in the opposite direction as he sought to mercilessly bury his fist in the stomach of his opponent.

Proelius raised an eyebrow slightly. The approach seemed to be nothing but a half-hearted attempt at intimidation. He saw the punch almost before it happened. It was easy enough to turn aside, a gentle palm, guiding the admittedly powerful punch away from its intended target. "Not bad." The god admitted. "But you lack...technique. Allow me to demonstrate." He fixed his gaze on his foe, and charged in, snapping his leg up in a rising kick that had the force to level an average-sized mountain.

Tenjin focused on the incoming onslaught, cybernetics calculating distance and tracking velocity and various angles of the probable origin points of any incoming attack that the God could muster, the data stream refreshed by the nanosecond as Hanzo braced his mighty limbs for action. With a deep inhale through his shinobi mask, he watched his foe unleash a kick of incredible force, yet the ninja was well prepared.

Thus, as the leg of the foe neared Hanzo's presence, he summoned an ink black construct in his likeness from the abysmal Shadow Realm in his place, only to teleport to safety several meters above and witness the clone being shattered into an atomic mist; microscopic ebon dust.

With the fanciful grace of some bird of prey, he twisted down to the ground in a series of corkscrew spins as grim shadows scraped at the air in vain as his portal vanished nearly instantaneously. Landing in an uncanny posture, resembling a hawk grasping the earth in its talons, his arms outstretched behind him interpreting majestic wings. However, such theatrics were a disguise as the Virtuoso of Violence had thrown numerous incendiary bombs into the air in his descent, the spheres summoned from flat space holsters in his vambrace and detonated in unison, merely three and a half meters before hitting the earth, via neural implants causing a ten meter wide blanket of napalm to shower upon his foe who would happen to be at the very center below the scorching mass' position.

@tenjin:

For the second time that night Dark stood unfettered amid an onslaught, chest swelling with an unsung triumph as he endured the simultaneous hails of napalm upon him. Fire licked at his form and snaked up his cape, quenched with a single gust of freezing breath. When he moved to retaliate, he left a sequence of fading afterimages in his wake, their forms hunched and poised to attack in godly fashion.

Propelled to the front of his opponent, he launched a ground fracturing fist that would likely bury into their chest if not avoided or countered, but that wasn't the end of it. His attack, though certainly devastating, was meant to support his opponent as he positioned his hand before his foe's face, gathering a collection energized particles in his palm. It was as they a small, whitish blue sun had been created in the palm of his hand, power surging at his fingertips through little lightning-like wisps. At point blank range, he sought to unleash a wave of devastation upon his foe, its power ripping at the ground, overturning vehicles and objects in the near vicinity, causing windows and glass to burst and scatter across the concrete.

Kongou narrowly dodged the first blow, her internal radar and early threat detection serving her more than her eyes against this monstrous threat. She thanked the gods that her hair and loose closing were not caught by the fingers of the god on his whiff.

The second blow, though not direct, sent her flying with the cars and various debris that were upturned in the wake of his mighty fist. She rose from the ground, disoriented and with a few scratches, and decided to launch a counter-attack.

Keeping her distance, the tupla summoned three tanks and two surface-to-air missile carriers to combat the foe. With her sights locked on [You] she would start her assault by summoning a BAR (assault rifle) loaded with armor piercing ammo into her hands and fire at you with incredible aim alongside her tanks. If [You] chose to dodge by taking to the skies, her opponent will be met with a barrage of missiles waiting to intercept them.

Felix waited until the last moment to dodge, using the smoke and cacophony of the excessive attack to disappear, shedding his coat and dropping the blade. One might think that he'd been vapourised completely by the onslaught. He had, in fact, rolled neatly into the nearby building, using stealth to draw in close. His eyes caught his opponent, and he leaped from a window two floors above, quickly powering himself into a powerful spinning motion, whipping a powerful kick directly at the top of his foe's skull. The power of the spin, the force of gravity, and his now much more agile frame (made possible by shedding 45 kilos of equipment), all would help this kick which under the least of circumstances, could shatter concrete.

Anduin staggered across the concrete, reeling from the kick. He quickly shook it off, easily spared the fate of humans by his disposition as an Asgardian god. Pulling his hood over his helmet once more, he tugged his crossguard lightsaber out of his belt, the sleek device roaring with ignition as the crimson blade emerged from the crystal. It whined as he brought it into a downward arc, looking to cut his foe in half, right down the middle.

The Ardent American steadied his shield before himself as the executioner's hand swooped down to bring upon him death. Ingenious as he was, Aristotle flourished forward out of his turtle-like stance to intercept the blow. He used his shield's indestructible convex disposition to alter the blade's trajectory and slide it harmlessly along it's surface to meet the ground instead. Then he twisted his torso and put his swift feet to work, essentially doing a 360° turn in but a fraction of a moment. The attack? A hoplite shield bash seeking to very well shatter the next target's forehead.

-caught with an abrupt gesture and the telekinetic will of a Fell Acolyte. Anduin sought to pry the shield from the Ardent American's grasp with a sharp flick of his wrist, fingers gesticulating a gun as he attempted to fire the shield at the throat of his next foe. His telekinesis would propel the shield with just enough force to cleanly decapitate most humans when it reached its target.

Iowa's early warning precognition warned her of the attack before it happened and she manifested two tanks in-front of its path shortly before the attack flew, the shield ended up nearly hitting her neck by a centimeter "Dam that was a close one" she chuckle before turning her attention to the next foe as she pulled out a golden minigun with eagle shaped barrel tips.

The barrels began spinning at a rate that would fire 18,000 shots a minute, "Gee gee" Iowa stated smugly as she put on some sun glasses and sprayed radiation energy emissions towards her foe, each shot came out in a green emission with the radiation emission contained in a field of sorts that held each individual projectile together as it flew by and begin hitting everything in the environment.

To further emphasize the threat of these projectiles one would see that biological materials such as trees and grass were literally being gooped by the radiation emission that had a yield of one million rads per shot.

As the barrels on the Gatling Laser were still warming up to fire, Kongou dived behind a concrete building and kept her head low to avoid any stray shots. She summoned her favorite BAR, loaded with RetroTech stealth bullets, and waited for the terrifying machine to burn out its clip. After a minute of continuous fire, Kongou noticed the strange sounds that the machine made as it began its cooling phase.

During the brief moment's peace, Kongou leaped from cover, took aim at [You], and began to fire a precise stream of stealth bullets at her adversary. These bullets were undetectable by the naked eye and interacted with only the most extreme wavelengths of infrared and ultraviolet radiation, making them impossible to detect with conventional eyesight and extremely difficult to detect using any optic systems whatsoever. On top of their invisibility, being bullets, they moved faster than sound and could not be heard until after reaching their destination. Although astronomically difficult to detect, these bullets were designed to combat speedsters, not armored tanks, and only packed the same amount of force as the average 30-06 round.

As the sudden impacts hit Stan became extra grateful for his omega one suit. Though it didn't nullify all the damage it did prevent them from penetrating him, though the force that he did experience was enough to fracture of the bones unfortunate to be near impact areas, which after hitting became pain for his ears as they were exposed to an unfiltered boom.

After recovering from the impacts and ignoring the pain with the adrenaline and anger that flowed with him. He charged up energy in the wrists of his and let out two yellow and red beams of energy. That ricocheted all around him, bouncing off everything that was harder than normal human flesh, for it would only penetrate things as soft or softer than the organic material.

As the beams bounced off his armor Stan let off a cry of rage "GERMAN SCIENCE IS THE BEST IN THE WORLD!!!"

Talvaran nimbly evaded every luminescent beam, white cape fluttering at his heels as he darted forward. He ducked, rolled, and weaved till he'd deftly closed the distance between him and his foe. Hand tightened around his oneida kestrel, his right arm swiped at the bridge of his foe's nose with the end of his bow, a simple strike delivering three tons of force that could easily incapacitate the average man.