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A reinforced 2020 Cadillac Escalade. A proud, American made vehicle for a proud, self-made American man. Was it as opulent as his tastes usually called for? Maybe not, but Donovan Glost knew it appealed to something in the brain of most who called for "America for Americans", the same crowd who would often chant something similar when it came to the human/mutant divide. Yes, for better or worse, this was the vehicle he would be traveling in to meet the up and coming CEO of NuGenesis, Marques Nurdstrom. The same man who had invested millions into the augmentation of human capability, a technology desperately needed to combat the ever-increasing flood of superhuman, sometimes extraterrestrial threats faced by the human race.

Travelling with him was his bodyguard and confidant, Grant Diaz, a mutant of mud and gravel, wrapped in layers of latex and cosmetics that gave off the impression that he was almost human. They were a seemingly contradictory pair. One, the leader of the Humans First Foundation, an organization devoted to the interests of humanity, devoted to maintaining its safety from the very type of being that sat only a few feet away from its president, and the other, a shapeshifting metahuman murderer and terrorist, whose actions had cost hundreds of lives.

But money and politics did make for the strangest of bedfellows.

It was near sundown by the time the car was loaded with the usual supplies. Bottled water, assorted nuts, dried cranberries, veal jerky, champagne, M67 fragmentation grenades, MP7A1 Personal Defense Weapons.

Still, Grant Diaz could not help but feel that something was amiss. Some instinct called to him, though what it said, he could not decipher.

"Somethin' don't feel right, boss. Air's too smooth. Day feels too easy."

Donovan Glost barely glanced up from the manila folders he held in his hands before shaking his head and disregarding the warning.

"Something is always 'not right' with you, Diaz. You spook too easily. We're in an armored SUV with plate glass windows, a reinforced engine block, four ply, self-sealing tires, and all of those."

With an exaggerated sweep of his hand, Glost motioned to the case containing the Militia's standard array of explosives and compact firearms.

"Besides, Diaz it's just a business meeting. What are you scared of? You think mid-level management is going to charge us in a tank?"

"Ya jus' don't get it, boss. It's in the air. Shit's about ta go down."

Glost was about to answer when a mass of concrete and rebar smashed into the SUV, suspending the right side of the vehicle in midair as it teetered to the point of tipping, before the whole machine came crashing down.

"Don't. You. Dare. Say it."

"I tol' ya so, boss."

Glost glared up into the black recesses where his associates eyes should have been, a stream of blood trickling from his golden locks and down the right side of his face.

"Just get out there, and deal with it."

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STRIKE!
STRIKE!

One eye of Nurgle dilated with intensity as her thrown mass of rock and metal landed a perfect hit on her target, she had thrown the debris from her position that was by a still under construction building but also many blocks away from where the vehicle was traveling.

"I suppose it wouldn't be that easy" she commented to herself in a raspy voice as her delicate ears detected the vibrations of movement coming from the vehicle, tendrils of tentacles and bone harder than steel remained shifting behind her back. These same tendrils she used to carve up the material she tossed at the vehicle would be used again to repeat the process, this time it would be easier to land a hit now that the vehicle was not in motion and as she tossed her second mass of debris at the vehicle via the tendrils she saw something come out of it.

It appeared to be some sort of monster, maybe it was like her but regardless Nurgle doubted the occupants of the SUV could survive another blow like before even with this new comer. After she launched her ranged attack she would jump down and dash towards the individual who exited the vehicle. "Greetings!" she would comment as she seemingly from an outsiders perspective teleported a thousand feet in just under a second, in reality this was just pure speed and while her greeting was full of excitement Nurgle kept a safe distance of thirty feet from Diaz.

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Diaz stepped out, content in the knowledge that on this back road there would be no witnesses for what lie ahead. His body surged out of the rubber-latex bindings keeping him in human shape as he ripped the concrete out of the SUV's armored outer layer, crushing it between clay, adding the jagged limestone to his mass of earthen flesh.

"A'right, ya had yer fun. Now come out 'n take yer lumps. Don' make me bring 'em to ya..."

His voice emerged as gurgling growl, his plodding footsteps squelching against the earth below. The masses of mud that peeled away as he walked left thick pools of viscous mud and stone debris where he'd been standing previous, but still he pressed toward the projectile's origin. Sure enough, another mass of concrete and rebar rocketed toward the SUV. Grant grinned, surging toward the improvised weapon, allowing it strike through his gravel clay chest, exploding him outward and splattering his mass against the vehicle's tinted windows. Within seconds the mud that made his body congealed together once more, reforming into a roughly humanoid shape with the core of concrete embedded in its center.

"Yeah, hello to you too ya dirty ambushin' swamp rat." He growled out the words, undeterred by his enemy's monstrous appearance, the tendrils of flesh extending from her form. His fists drew chunks of granite to their surface, reinforcing sloppy mud and clay with stone knuckles. "Why dontcha come a lil closer, so we ken really get ta know each other?" The final words emerged in a throaty shout, his arm extending forward to bat at his newly arrived enemy. "C'MON! I wanna see whatcher made of!"

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@humansfirst: Nurgle's voice altered always different from her one true voice in order to hide her identity, before it was raspy but now it sounded disembodied and mischievous like a nymph or fairy "Hahah" Nurgle giggled before spinning flamboyantly on one foot.

"what a sweet thing of you to say" she commented before pacing backwards slowly then pacing to the left as the tendrils with blades at the end penetrated the ground. She began to keep her distance but also positioned herself towards a fire hydrant that was a few meters away from her left side, Nurgle was not going to go all on this fight despite her intention to kill what she believed to be a pro-human supremacist.

The Bio-Titan hadn't eaten much tonight so she could not risk depleting her current energy reserves by brawling with this unknown threat before her, tonight was going to be an emphasis on tactics. Nurgle's observation skills were quite good and she could tell by her opponents physical form and interception of the previous attack that impact style blows were something that he could recover from quite easily and that physical objects which had been absorbed into his body made him resistant to further similar attacks.

Therefore she used her numerous writhing appendages behind her back to mask her intentions, when her opponent extended his arm towards her she attempted to get him to hit the fire hydrant that was behind her via dodging his attack at the last possible second. Certainly if the bait was a success and her opponent's strength was as great as she assumed it to be the result would be a blast and continuous stream of water, if it was not a success she would simply slice apart the fire-hydrant herself with one swift blow from one of her many bladed tendrils.

"it's no fun to play fair" Nurgle commented as she dashed erratically around her foe with blurring speed, appearing like a deranged squirrel as she moved into position that was in striking range but then dashed away to a completely different direction. Nurgle's movements meant to disorient her foe but also mask her intentions as she moved tactically around the battlefield seeking to further use the concrete jungle environment to her advantage.

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"C'mon RAT! Hold, STILL!"

The thing was fast, and as his mud appendage reached out to smash the creature, it stepped away in a display of impossible agility. His fist met the stream of cold water, and as his arm passed through it the matter holding his together dissolved, sending an angry earthen fist flying off into the distance.

Water. Course that'd be the bitch's go to gimmick. Well, better'n you've tried, 'n they're all worm shit now.

He nodded back to the SUV, which was already beginning to return to life. When the motor began to roar once again, and the driver, stunned by the sudden attack, had begun to recover, the vehicle backed up, and began to move around the already piling debris of battle.

"Yeah, yer right, kid. Playin' fair's no fun, but neither's fightin' a coward."

He didn't bother making another swing. Instead, Diaz slinked back into the mud puddles he'd left near the SUV, and, predicting that she would follow, splayed the mud within each puddle outward in a wall of hardened clay spikes, attempting to skewer her if she came in close with a multitude of sprikes, even going so far as to use salvaged rebar from her own projectile in the deathly trap.

As he moved onto the SUV, he regained some of his lost mass from the puddles and caught onto the rails at its roof, affixing himself to its back. "Ya wanna play? Try'n keep up then!"

Diaz's demented grin resurfaced, the chipped teeth of gravel splaying out in a horrid mockery of a smile.

"Might as well warn ya, I get my hands on you 'n I'm gunna peel ya apart like string cheese, girly. Better watch out!"

His laugh gurgled through the wet earth in his throat, mocking her, trying to infuriate, to make her follow. She'd started the fight blind, and he was determined to make her regret it.

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@humansfirst: After evading the initial strike and using her erratic movements the killer known as Nurgle immeditaly froze in her tracts, her hands to her side and back straight as she remained motionless in some mock mimicry of the famous Jason Voorhees stand. She observed her prey beginning to make their escape, her vision now locked into a form of tunnel vision as she saw her chance slipping away, the tendrils on her back writhing like leaves in the wind would sink back into her body and the pores that released them would seal.

"Coward you say..."

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"I WAS GOING EASY ON YOU!"

with her shout finished the murderer entered into a berserk rage, sprinting in a super sonic dash she got with in range of the traps and yet with out even looking down at the ground she began to evade the numerous wall of hardened clay spikes in what appeared to be in another display of impossible perceptive awareness and agility, truth was her success in doing so was primarily because she was able to contort her body into angles that would break the normal human body and she had done this several times for each spike in less than a second, she weaved through the spikes with out slowing down and passed through them with only a grazing wound that scratched her shoulder.

Her sprint passed the wall of clay already put her dozens of meters passed her prey's vehicle such speed had caused her to overshoot it, yes indeed she walked into this blind but the one known as Nurgle was a daredevil and the threat of death was a fear she did not have. "HOW'S THIS FOR BEING A COWARD!?" she shouted as she clapped her hands towards the vehicle traveling to her but made sure it was before it reached an intersection so as to minimize the chance of it completely evading her incoming Seismokinetic attack.

A wide a quick shockwave would travel toward the car, it's force was enough to lift parked cars and launched them dozens of meters back while also crumpling a few from the sheer pressure. If the attack landed Nurgle would release her bladed tendrils once more and wait for her prey to respond to her action but if it had been negated or missed somehow she would open her tendrils and use her burst of speed once more to charge at the vehicle and slice off both the front wheels.

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(I wish I could just start shooting stuff)

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"Goin' easy, eh? Yer mistake, pal!"

He turned to face the car's interior, extending his hand to the rear passenger window.

"Any time, Donny-boy! We ain't got all day here!"

Glost glared from within the blackened SUV's tinted windows, but Diaz wasn't paying him any mind. He remained blissfully unaware of the daggers being shot his way, so rather than waste any more time Donovan scrambled for the MP7s tucked away in the crates, tossed one out to his associate, who caught it by letting it sink into palm of his hand, hardening the contact points with clay and concrete after the fact so as to reduce the risk of mud jamming up the works.

"'n the big stuff?"

C4 blocks and the accompanying detonator escaped the vehicle next, caught by Diaz and hidden in his body just as his foe weaved through the clay spines he'd set behind them, unscathed by the trap.

"Still chasin' lil rabbit? Ya really shoulda quit when ya had the chance!"

Diaz surged onto the top of the car and opened fire as his mummy-wrapped opponent pushed ahead of him, trying to catch her in a hail of lead even as she set herself ahead of them, hands open for a clap of some sort.

I guess she wants ta die to some applause. Heh, I can accommodate that...

And then the shock came, a wave of force travelling through the mediums of air and earth, knocking aside stray parked vehicles and tossing the SUV skyward all with the same singular motion. Glost saw the mutant in the road and wisely buckled up, but by the time Diaz registered exactly what was happening he and the armored vehicle had already left the pavement far behind

Well shit

and begun to roll. Pieces of him were smeared all along the road as the SUV tumbled and crashed, scraping along until finally it halted.

Luckily for Diaz, within him there were no internal organs to crush, no brain to concuss, and so the crash left him no less lucid than when it began, but far more annoyed. He had lost much of his mass, and the inert mud would have to be reunited with a touch of his flesh for it to revive once again.

Fortune favored him further still, the MP7, 8 bullets left within, still resided in his left hand, and the C4 still lie tucked safely away in his body, detonator still intact.

He returned to form, body taking a more humanoid shape, though leaner than before. He smashed a clay/concrete hammer into the SUV's side, leaving a sizable dent in the door, but setting it upright once again.

"Alright girly. Time ta see if those ugly shrimp skewers comin' outta yer back are just fer show. C'mon, mano a mano, winner takes the whole shebang! Or 're ya too scared ta actually fight me up close n' personal?" His right hand and forearm formed themselves into a thin ceramic blade. His voice boiled with rage, but a hollow one. He needed to lure her closer, and by the looks of it her blades implied an investment in close combat. On her approach, he would attempt to slam a C4 laden lump of sticky clay against her gut, setting it off to end the battle bloodily.

Failing that, there was always the gun if she chose to remain at a distance, but she'd fallen for his provocations before. He was hoping she would do so again, this time with a much more explosive finish.

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@humansfirst: The bullets that were fired at Banasura hit their mark as she remained still during her clap attack, they punched through her like if she was wet paper but these bullets failed to neutralize their mark in fact she hardly flinched at all as they passed completely through while tearing apart bits of flesh along the way. She stood still as bleeding holes quickly sealed up in a moments notice and all there was to suggest she was ever injured were the bandages stained with blood on her person along with a few entry torn holes in said bandages.

She began pacing towards Diaz ominously as the tendrils on her back shifted back inside her body, his provocation would succeed as she cracked her knuckles and began to pick up speed. She leaped towards him but not as fast as she had been doing earlier with all her other attacks, Diaz successfully landed a hit to her gut before she could counter attack him. C4 went off and the petite hooded figure was split in half for just a moment then the following moment she exploded into a pile of meaty giblets as a miniature rain of blood coated the street, Banasura from any bystanders perspective was utterly pasted by the attack.

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Yet even before the shower of rain had ended a female figure painted completely in blood 'pulled' herself out of a near by blood puddle in what a scene could be describe as some eldritch abomination from hell crawling out from the remains of the recently deceased, "that's a first" it murmured faintly before grafts of new skins layered over herself to form the same clothing she wore earlier appearing to have never been made out of fabric before but rather flesh in the disguise of clothing.

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Blood. Sweet blood, like mana from heaven, marked the granite golem as the victor in the battle of monsters, but as he was touching the now blood-red clay and reforming his body upon it, something stuck out to him. Tiny worms of muscle, like parasites, squirmed within the mud, coming together in a sanguine pool of flesh, reworking themselves into something usable and whole.

And then it spoke, the downtorrent of blood still washing over the pair as the SUV stuttered to life in the background, nearly forgotten by Diaz and his freshly reformed adversary.

"Shit. First time fer me too, lil lady. I ain't exactly thrilled about how it worked out neither."

The SUV began to roll away, Diaz and the thing before him both taking that moment's to take a breath, reform themselves for the fight to come.

"Well, watcha waitin' for shrimp? 'Er did that last hit knock somethin' loose? You were gunna knock some sense 'nto me, right? So let's see it."

He jabbed two melting fists of mud up into the air, coaxing her forward with runny hands as he spit blood, her blood, into an earthen mound at his feet. Within his rotten mudden form, the rock and concrete formed themselves into jagged spikes, blood steam rising from several large, gaping pores in his back as he compressed the individual pieces of rock into thin diamond spires concealed within his body, ready to bite into anything that sank beneath his earthen flesh.

From there, he simply waited, baiting her forward as the SUV began to roll away behind him, prepared to leap between her and it should she choose to bypass the battle entirely. Not that he thought she would.

C'mon kiddo. Wanna see what I'm made of? Well, I wanna see whatcher made of too, startin' with tha taste. Gonna gobble ya up whole!