Proof of power (Semi-open rp)

It was prepared now. Obviously, he couldn't just start rioting, and simply proving he could hack channels and make speeches would do nothing. Now it was time to make his first move. With the assistance of Kaija under disguise, while an android designed specifically to look, move, and act like Kaija remained elsewhere to be her alibi. And here was how it would go if all went well:

Seven squadrons of the Knights of Justice were placed at specially discovered locations around the military base. Far enough away to not be spotted, and also under radar, but close enough to be able to arrive quickly. These squadrons were well equipped, even with a tank each, and an armored vehicle to carry them to the base once it had all begun. Meanwhile, Kaija, and three of the more trustworthy and skilled Knights of Justice, would infiltrate the base held underneath a transport truck, the truck itself and driver were definitely military and legit, or this wouldn't be so easy. It's what came next that would be difficult. They had used a sort of sheet to hold them in place that made them invisible to scans, but it would only hold so long as it wasn't damaged or opened, once they were inside and Z did his job, it would no longer be required.

The whole plan was already explained, Z would enter via a route he didn't exactly explain, and when he sent them the signal via

It was prepared now. Obviously, he couldn't just start rioting, and simply proving he could hack channels and make speeches would do nothing. Now it was time to make his first move. With the assistance of Kaija, or rather presently, a Kaija android, he would go to a military base to get done what he wanted. And here was how it would go if all went well:

Seven squadrons of the Knights of Justice were placed at specially discovered locations around the military base. Far enough away to not be spotted, and also under radar, but close enough to be able to arrive quickly. These squadrons were well equipped, even with a tank each, and an armored vehicle to carry them to the base once it had all begun. Meanwhile, Kaija, and three of the more trustworthy and skilled Knights of Justice, would infiltrate the base held underneath a transport truck, the truck itself and driver were definitely military, or this wouldn't be so easy. It's what came next that would be difficult. They had used a sort of sheet to hold them in place that made them invisible to scans, but it would only hold so long as it wasn't damaged or opened, once they were in it would no longer be needed.

The whole plan was already explained, Z would enter via a route he didn't exactly explain, and when he sent them the signal via the communicators they would be free to move, carefully, and exit the underneath of the vehicle. Once in, they would sabotage the security systems and the heavier equipment such as vehicles to hinder any attack from the military. This would only work because Z would be going after the security systems himself, to take them out as well as those guarding them. When this was all done he would offer for them to surrender and help him take down the present French government system, and create a better one anew, by joining the knights. If they responded with a no, as would be expected, then he would call in the reinforcements from outside.

Since they would already be in the base, they could proceed to attack them from the inside out, while the true forces came in to deal with them more efficiently. Now it was just a matter of if everything went according to plan.

Zafir hid his sorcerers staff quite easily, he was far away from where the conflict would soon take place. Fully outfitted in his Z uniform and shifted into his appearance as the French Student that was meant to be a second misdirection as to his identity in the case he was beaten and exposed. He opened the portal, completely invisible to the naked eye, into the base, and stepped through. Also making himself utterly invisible to all known forms of radar and detection, but of course there were others, that's why he had to move quickly. He began to head towards the security room, taking care even though he should be undetectable even by more advanced sensors. (OOC: I'm going to let anyone start posting right here. Basically intro's, then I'll get the fighting started.)

@zafir_karim: @kaija@contingency

Name: Vandal King
Age: 60,000+ years old (lost count)

Empires rose, and they fell, but one man stood tall through ages. Vandal. No one would know of his existence. He was never named. He would not do excessive things. Like a parasite, immortality had crawled into his very bones. He could not die. Before this age, he had no need to make his presence felt. But recently, beings of great power had started rising in the west. If he'd not soon secured a foothold in the civilization, the sacrifice his father and mother had made to make sure he would rule all of existence would've been for naught. When a wizard, sorcerer asked for aid to take over France, he thought; why not? France so happened to be located where the old [Kingdom of Loki] stood, where he was born so many years back.

Back then, it was a barren landscape, with only the Kingdom of Loki to name, and the Kingdom of Asgard to the North. He was born to the sorcerer Shaman King and sorceress called Enchantress. He was naturally a big man, standing tall at 6'5". Vandal had become a capable warrior and a magic wielder who dominated the many skirmishes and wars that the Kingdom of Loki undertook. Alas; disaster struck, and he'd been afflicted with the curse of the werewolf. Driven mad, Vandal fled from home, disappearing under a rock for 800 long years. Coming back to his senses and with whatever little memory he possessed, Vandal returned home, but only to find the ruined Kingdom of Loki. Nothing to hold back his humanity, he'd become consumed and became a full werewolf.

20,000 years passed, Vandal had proven himself more than a werewolf through his command of shamanism, combat skills and his larger build, which as a werewolf, he stood at over 10 feet tall. Vandal had established himself as the Alpha with a territory that ranged from France all the way down to modern day Spain. This was his playground.

On a fateful day, he'd been drawn into a cataclysmic event known as [The Unexpected Journey]. This event lead him to reawaken his memories, and he eventually gained his freedom from the werewolf curse, a new body and new powers. Vandal had become a pawn in the game his father the Shaman King played, giving him limitless power with the absorption of 9 Demon Lords- which Vandal used to vanquish forever the Chaos Gods Cthulhu, Yogsothoth and their kin.

40,000 years later, on this fateful day:

Vandal waited for the sorcerer to do his part, as he lay underneath the truck being driven into the military base. Vandal surely had no need for this crude contraption to sneak past mortals and their petty technology; he could just openly walk inside and no one would bat an eye. But Vandal went along as per the plan. He needed the sorcerer to be able to take the burden of this operation upon himself. Vandal in fact, planned to kill him as he'd usurp the throne for none but himself.

It's taken some time but eventually all the matters that weighed down on the gamer had come to a close. She'd visited the widows of the two soldiers Lizzy had slain in her heroics, and though they initially wanted to shoot the gamer she'd been forgiven. She'd taken time to rest, her techno wizardry operating numerous drones and performing accurate shots having taken a lot out of her. In the aftermath of her attempts to stand up for herself she'd plundered the numerous enemy bots to boost her gear. Although it clawed at her nerves to try and sort out the victimized nGods and find them safe harbor that to had been attended to.

It wasn't just her iron will that stirred the virtual vixen to action however no she'd recieved a message from a hero who couldn't fight anymore. Arenaceus another tech savvy seeker of action had seen to reaching out to Lizzy. Telling her that "no matter the difficulties as long as you can fight do so." Compelling the drone diva to suit up once more. Subtle messaging to the more ominous and questionable hired help had gotten out in regard to something going down in France. Lizzy didn't know how Aren knew, just that Lizzy herself needed to contribute to the defense.

A Folly in France

Advancing into France was perhaps not the best idea, Lizzy knew from Aren something was going to go down. However she also knew her arriving almost in preemptive action would raise questions. She was also labeled a terrorist having assaulted American forces with excessive force, an eighteen year old nerd who arguably shouldn't have the kind of weapons she had. And who'd dared to defend the nGods who most would label enemies of the state. For all the signs telling Lizzy to stay though she also thought it reason to venture forward. To press on despite the adversity she might face.

"This is Lizzy Leet, and I have been informed that an attack on a military compound has been scheduled. Think what you want of the Gaige persona, but please don't allow atrocities for any reason to continue." This was the message the gamer sent out to the world to try and drum up a counter strike to whatever may come. It went out to news stations, random emails, various forums, authorities and any hero team willing to listen. She didn't know the enemy or their forces but she would take action regardless. No longer was the teen hero going to sit by and watch disaster fall upon others.

With a roar the neon pink mech Mjolnir zipped into the air and hovering above here the hero would simply look. Odds were whoever was coming into the borders would be well hidden and under radar. However not necessarily from sight, Lizzy wouldn't look for out of place radar signals or call signs or anything like that. Adversaries likely to good for that, no instead she looked simply for troop formations. Like when in a stealth game and you assess patrol patterns that was what Lizzy would do now. Tanks in particular stood out and so boldly diving into the inevitable fray Mjolnir raced down to land beside one of the squads and it's tank.

"Not to sound like a bitch but you look suspicious to me in a time that calls for being on high alert. Can you get the president or a commanding officer to verify what your up to?" Gaige naturally cautious given her present political status was a tad less playful in the present situation her Unreal Killzone weapons systems humming as they came to life should matters escalate. "Just a heads up if you can't, going home is an option. I wouldn't shoot at your retreating backs" a chance to end peacefully had to be pitched in any circumstance.

Aren sat in a hotel rather relaxed and comfortable all things considered. Just a retired hero off to visit the lovely sites of France. However of course once the roar of a particular engine flew by the hacker set forth on turning today into a crash course of unsavory side effects. Look out the window and snap a picture and it was done, Aren could now let the world know the location of a terrorist. Aren was here to provide a distraction and though it may not be subtle she had a few ideas of how that might be done.

First step was giving a scapegoat the known terrorist Gaige of technological innovation and human trafficking illegal behavior. Uploading the image to her computer Aren would send out a message to anyone who wanted justice who would listen. Through her near magical touch over the keyboard who knew how many would learn of the unwelcome tourist. Heroes governments most were possible under her touch. For Aren didn't just hack machines she tabbed into the force to find nearly any and all exploits. Using these fractures and mishaps to let her reach exponentially further. Naturally just drawing attention to a terrorist however wouldn't cut it. That was where Athalia came in.

Standing eight feet tall and having emerald skin the woman who just went by a code name of The Girl stood upon a roof not to far from the compound that was designated a target. Salvatore back in Bludhaven right now had been against his right hand being apart of such a venture. Set on criminal underworld exspansion the king of kings wasn't fond of the simple profit game of Aren. Athalia however was open to the idea of coming here so that had been that.

The giant waited until she was confident the invading forces had gotten to the base. Did her best to be patient and wait for them to get in, until Aren gave the order to "open fire." Tossing a small rock in her hand Athalia clutched it finally setting for a wind up. Drawing her hand back and slinging it forward the emerald goliath flung the stone with enough force for it to become akin to a rocket. The air screamed in protest as the sound barrier cracked followed by the stone striking with exsplosive force. A guard post detonating into scattered granite and organic matter from the sudden impact. Athalia with a slight smile began to go for the next improvised projectile. Set to draw people out of the compound and into a frenzy instead of being organized or able to mount an offense on those within.

@lowlaville: @_gaige_: @arenaceus_: @kaija:

Zafir snuck quickly into the room where the security camera's were placed, still using sorcery to remain hidden. He pulled a flask out that contained an invisible gaseous concoction, one designed to put people quickly into a long sleep, not deadly, and thus far with no other ill effects on its victims. Originally meant for an escape route, now used to put these guards to sleep. He pulled the plug allowing its contents to fill the air and send them into unconsciousness. And then he realized his mistake, they collapsed alright, and they made a noise when the did. A good thud. He quickly entered the room quickly welding the doors shut, it was only a temporary fix as he disabled the cameras and cancelled out security measure, then sent the message to Kaija and the others underneath the army truck in the french base to start disabling equipment. Little did he know another threat had arrived already, one he would hear about soon.

(@_gaige_: )

One of the Knights of Justice quickly came to talk, he wasn't an idiot and he knew how to act. He could act very well actually. He calmly addressed her while one of the Knights inside the tank sent one of the signals to Z to tip him off that something was happening. The other Knights also prepared their weapons, not aimed at her yet, but ready to come up if need be.

(Translated from french)

"Now now, calm down Miss. We're here for support, can't tell you the details, you can get confirmation on that. But, as I don't happen to know who you are, I think you should first explain why you're armed with...well a giant mechanical weapon." The man said eyeing her carefully.

It was then that something stirred the base into a frenzy (@arenaceus_), action was being taken to set out after her. Z got the message from his ally about the gaige disturbance, and then another about the attack made by Aren. Gaige obviously posed a problem, but Aren gave him an extra chance. He hoped the group of Knights Gaige ran into could delay her long enough, just long enough to send one of his more powerful allies out to help them. Meanwhile he would set up recording which would soon be played throughout every speaking in the building, that attack by Aren had given him just enough time perhaps.

@zafir_karim: @arenaceus_: @kaija@_gaige_@contingency

Vandal King

A little before Z instructed him to move, Vandal had become aware of some disturbance, that had mobilized the troops of the base, and occupied most of their attention. Using this situation to his advantage, Vandal slid out from underneath the truck, the instructions told him to "disable security". In reality, this was very vague as an instruction, but Vandal knew what needed to be done. The security of the military base was its personel, and the vehicles, tanks and other such equipment that could be used in aggression. The task had been extremely simple. DISABLE SECURITY. AND DISABLE SECURITY, VANDAL WOULD.

When his father alleviated him from the Werewolf curse, he had bestowed Vandal with a demon body. It was smaller than his original body, but it was also infinitely stronger. The demon had excellent command of fire, giving Vandal extremely potent fire manipulation abilities. With but his gaze as aim, and his fingers as trigger, he could make targets ignite in flames with no apparent catalyst whatsoever.

This ability was many times weaker than his other more profound abilities, but Vandal believed it was enough to fool mortal eyes, into thinking he was nothing but a tool to be used and discarded.

Tanks, Trucks & Weapons alike were going up in flames all around him.His end goal, after all, was the eventual demise of the man who had hired him, to try and take control of a country. It was up to him to try and deal with the consequences of his actions. His fire wasn't on the extremes of melting metal- but it was enough to make tanks useless and burning everything else.

Whoever provided the distraction did a splendid job. He had met almost no resistance as he made quick work of everything he could see around him.

@lowlaville: @zafir_karim:

The fact they didn't know her, that they didn't attack was actually a warning to the mech pilot. However she'd go ahead and introduce herself none the less. No secrets about it either, if she wanted the world to shake the lies away from her persona then she had to be up front. "Names Lizzy Leet, or more commonly Gaige. And the last time I tried to help people under attack I was labeled a terrorist. I don't like that but it does make me a bit more willing to cut loose." Her mech oppened a small pocket releasing a Sonic drone that'd jumped on the tank. "Keep me posted please." It was a clever move on her part, she was here to help if they took action against the drone she'd know they were an enemy. Meanwhile the drone would let her keep tabs on these suspicious soldiers. While she was doubtful of them however some others were far less hard to detect.

A pair of violent distractions Lizzy saw small stones become meteors and a man casting fire. With a thunderous roar Mjolnir flew into the air and took aim as Lizzy activated the Killzone weapon systems. Dispensing two hundred rounds a single second her slipspace ammo began to envelop the field. They could essentially teleport anything human size or smaller into a pocket dimension. It was with these rounds she looked to remove the fires being cast, she couldn't remove the flames from those burning but she could remove the rest of the fire. She also had been shooting the stones Athalia flung toward the base. This was important as those meteors being cast would become a secondary attack to the one made on the pyromancer. As Lizzy's bullets looked to assail the fire starter the idea was that he would be sucked into the pocket dimension. Once the bullets did their job the man would be subject to being hit by meteors cast by Athalia. Lizzy had looked to stop the two assailants almost as soon as they'd started.

"Here's a tip, if you all just go home you don't have to get wrekt." Granted everyone had a reason to target her given the label of terrorist. She didn't know who her enemies were or what they could do putting her perhaps at a massive disadvantage. And of course at the moment she was on her own a single person outside the military defending France. None of it mattered however, efforts to level the military or take over the government were bad things. And Lizzy being someone out to be a hero couldn't sit by and let the bad things slip her by.

The Palace

*Sir, state post Lima is reporting in with news of a skirmish from within. Suggestions?*

The autonomous assistant chimed into the President's ear from his cranial implants. The Artificial intelligence acted as a second brain and dual ally, double checking each one of Quinn’s decisions and calculations for error without indication.

I will handle this myself. These ignorant secessionists oppose my hand, but fail to realize that it will become a fist, crashing down upon their lifeless bodies leaving nothing behind.

Quinn grunted as he made his way into his armory, retreating from the entrance only moments later with an arsenal of weapons around his torso and waist. The redesigned alabaster carbonadium armor and hood gleaming in the darkness as he trekked his way to the palace’s cloaked and secured helicopter. The 6 blade rotor and highly reinforced hull was ready for war as it whirred to life. The pilot was an autonomous machine as well, and only offered a reassuring nod, signaling acknowledgment of the unspoken command that was given.

Quinn leapt in and prepared his handheld explosives and hardware. He was still analytical in his thoughts, but the anger was rising.

Post Lima

The rotor's blades had chopped through the air, hovering ominously above the military base that had been ensued in chaos beneath it. The french troops were fighting with every inch of their being to repel the invaders, their M4 carbine rifles bombarded their targets without mercy as flash bangs and fragmentation grenades peppered the fort’s barriers. Towers with armed guards and .50 caliber long shots had been blazing just as well. The hissing of the heated barrel change was rapid and seamless. Their handlers were not only experts at their craft, but masters. Many had given their lives in the moments leading up to the President’s arrival, but no one surrendered. Not now, not ever.

Cognus stretched out his hand and slammed the side door of the chopper open, dual cutlass pistols within his grasps while a rifle swung casually behind his back. His eyes burned with a thirst for blood had he had another opportunity to prove to the world why it was he, Quinn Mercier, the leader of a nation.

“At this hour

Lie at my mercy all mine enemies.”

He whispered lowly while gesturing a thumbs up to the pilot. The signal was to begin the recordings of the things that were about to transpire. A platform of sorts to further his own agenda. Comfortable with his loaded equipment, the French Assassin lept to the ground beneath him. Even though it was a deadly height to fall from, the Ivory Spectre landed flawlessly and rolled into a full sprint, assisting any of his @_gaige_ allies that needed him, but seeking the head of the snake that had snuck into his garden. @zafir_karim

@zafir_karim: @lowlaville: @_gaige_: @cognus_:

Castle Lichter

The news of the terror attack leaked by the henceforth-unrevealed Virtual Vixen was more than enough to pique the Arsenal Magus' interest, but he could spare no time to arrive in person. There was more work to be done unraveling the vast conspiracy behind the many who'd materialized from thin air to challenge the United States' efforts at defense, poking and prodding the dragon which he'd elected to cultivate into a supreme fighting power over the past two years alongside President Donn. His machinations behind the scenes had revitalized the intelligence sector, yes, but it'd seemed that reliance on Maverick Incorporated had given way to the decidedly less effective Battlecarriers of years past. It'd taken the Custodian but a gesture to rip it from the sky, something that must've been foreseen yet had not been prevented. They could always build more, he supposed.

Yet, it was Quinn Mercier's bizarre revelation to the French press that he was operating as an extra-normal agent which had convinced Klaus to intervene in French affairs. Mercier had been effectively untouchable as a head of state, for to neutralize him was simply to invite another to rise to power in his stead; however, were he to fall in battle, he had no doubt that France would move on. The purported grip of nationalistic spirit struck Lichter as somewhat illusory; the media was no longer to be trusted, and the people were likely living in fear. Mercier had eagerly mimicked the rise to power of Adolf Hitler, as well as his tendency to target the less fortunate.

Lichter had met with Mercier in a small diner, and had been duped into allowing him to escape. Somehow, impossibly, a hologram had replaced Mercier mid-way through their conversation. Lichter distinctly recalled the man drinking from a wine glass, one which had been real moments before - had magic been used to trick him? Impossible, for the Oscillator would have obviated any attempt at telekinetically raising and lowering the glass. He'd torn apart the diner to find the transmitter, yet Mercier had vanished - he was unable to take him on until he'd resurfaced to run for President. At that point, Klaus had had bigger problems to deal with. He'd made himself content with setting a bounty on the man's head - one which he would seek to double, were it not for one key fact.

He'd be playing into the man's hands, were he to kill him. No, to take down a fascist, one would have to embarrass them.

Then kill them.

And to that end, the Death Unit had been dispatched.

Above Post Lima

From the air descended one of the several auto-piloted VTOLs the Arsenal Magus had commissioned for himself. The high-speed aircraft dove from the upper atmosphere towards Post Lima, ducking 'neath security scans through the implementation of the hover feature. The camouflaged jet spun into position, automatic pilot controlled indirectly by none other than the dormant artificial intellect of Adrian Hastings himself. The computer identified a target of opportunity, locking on to the copter which had deposited Mercier at the battle. Maintaining a high altitude, the plane's starboard panels flipped away, a minigun rotating into view. A second later, the gun would roar to life, aiming to shred Mercier's recording helicopter.

Within Post Lima

Yet, within the bounds of Lima, a new threat stalked. The Schedel Death Unit were creations unlike any other, semi-sentient men of mud and dust who yearned for combat. Elite warriors who felt no pain, who could re-form from any attack, and who might track a foe until their skulls had been ground to dust. They had dropped from the bottom hatch of the VTOL as it bore down on the base, landing silently upon the ground and crouching low. With synchronized movements, they rose, eyes glowing softly in the night. The mission would take place in the dark, reducing the necessity for their protective eyewear. Like dogs they sniffed the air, slit pupils narrowing as they recognized a target.

Low to the Earth, they sprinted, weaving between French forces and the henceforth unidentified Knights of Justice. They ignored the flame-wielder, whom Lichter perceived as irrelevant to their mission; they used him only as a distraction, much as Zafir did within the base. Klaus was not concerned with capturing the instigator, as his minions were; he was after the white-clad man who'd just charged into the field of battle.

Wearing white was a poor choice; their super-sensitive eyes identified the man almost instantly. Twisting animalistically through the bursts of gunfire, they rolled behind crates and under out-of-control trucks, hissing to each other in a language none might understand. Kaiser moved into position, commanding the group with a crack of his teeth only they might pick up. Inclined through engineering to take a leadership position befitting his name, he rose into view, smoke bombs pellets from his belt containing the area Cognus approached in a cloud of white fog. He rose from the ground, in stand-off with Mercier as the sounds of battle fell away. They focused only on his heartbeat.

Salazar was next, jumping from a great height down to ground level. The soil of the military base's surface split beneath his feet, eyes trained menacingly on the white-clad Chancellor. From behind his back, he drew a serrated knife, wrist twisting around by several hundred degrees as he did so. He hissed in a language known only to the Schedels.

Gabriel rolled into position, one with the dust beneath his body. Farthest to the left, he'd aim to flank Cognus when the time came, running as far around the perimeter of the fog bank they'd established in an attempt to jab his super-strong wrist through Quinn's neck.

Finally, Sachiel slid into position, the fastest of the Schedels. He hardly broke stride, arriving last before marking every unknown entity in the field. He noticed Gaige, Vandal, and the Knights, yet they were entirely secondary to the death of the President. Sachiel's eyes narrowed, then received Kaiser's signal, causing them all to charge forward in sync. Kaiser took the direct approach, sprinting towards Quinn with the intent to tackle him to the ground. Anticipating a counter, he directed Gabriel to commence his flank, commanding him to reappear from the side with a jab into Mercier's neck. Sachiel would be next, attempting to lay down a burst of lead from his pirated Heckler and Koch MP7. Quinn's armor was undoubtedly bulletproof; it served to put him off-balance. Finally, regardless of the success or failure of the others, Salazar would bear down with his wicked knife, switching it from hand to hand before attempting to impale it through Mercier's right eye. Tetrodotoxin, the Schedel's signature, dripped from the blade, a concentrated drop enough to cause paralysis...and death.

@zafir_karim: @lichter: @cognus_: @_gaige_:

The people within the base offered more resistance than he'd have thought. Bullet's sprayed against his body by the hundreds. However, bullets were the last of his worries. He who was immortal, after all.Even supposing he wasn't immortal, a bullet would have to hit him harder than exploding stars to have any sort of impact against his figure.

Yet, the bullets and various points of fire distracted Vandal enough that he did not notice a mech (@_gaige_) firing against him. One of her bullets hit him in the shoulder, and he'd instantly been transported to a pocket dimension. Before he could react to escape the sudden predicament, meteoric impacts resounded against his body, and violent explosions took place.

Small yet powerful explosions. Vandal was somewhat shocked at this revelation. Was there someone strong enough that they'd actually BFR'd him to another dimension?

A light smile appeared on his face, as he'd gestured with his hand, creating a portal and simply walking through to arrive back in the base, oblivious to the grand schemes being played around him.

Some strange creatures, neither demons nor humans had invaded the base just the same, brought on my a mysterious force (@lichter) he did not yet now. And Vandal did not care. They left him alone, so would he. His eyes scanned the battlefield as he had tried to locate that which had displaced him to another dimension. Hovering in the air, he found something which looked like a robot. His fires were disappearing and that thing was the cause of it.

That thing which possessed neither life nor sentience, was it he who had sent Vandal to some space void of life? Vandal laughed at the revelation. Bringing both arms together, he fired a torrent of flames at the thing, to see how it would react. Those flames were not too powerful, just enough to heat metal.

(Vandal has no idea where Gaige is .. lol but at least now he knows where Mjolnir is- and unlikely he heard her talk)

@lowlaville: @zafir_karim: @lichter: @cognus_: @_gaige_:

Seated in her home in New Orleans the Void Terror leaned to the side of her throne styled chair and glanced down at a blinking red light emitting from the monitor built into a nearby table. She smirked. The light meant her ally in France was in need of assistance and soon enough information about the emerging conflict scrolled across the screen. Vael brought a glass of rich red wine to her lips and took a sip. After a few moments she set the glass down on its coaster and smiled. Vael stood up and stretched casually before she walked to the teleportation circle in the center of the house and snapped her fingers.

Ten figures emerged from the shadows of the house and joined her around the circle.

She and the figures teleported in an instant, arriving within the confines of the beleaguered base with the snap and thunder of a long range teleportation spell. Her dress was replaced in an eye blink with her combat outfit and the ten figures spread out. Each of the figures carried the latest in post military hardware, equipment designed off weapons similar to those used by Maverick...equipment designed for and given to her by the United States government for her help in the assault on Grimm City that had forced it back into the United States. They had been hungry for allies, she had asked for a great deal and they'd given it to her without batting an eye. Today would be the field test of a new military force, an elite strike team designed by Vael specifically for the President of France.

Today the world would see the first ten of his new strike force, a force that would never question his orders, that would never show fear nor back down in the face of the enemy...a cold, calculating force without care for weather, food or any of the traditional difficulties and needs of a military force. They weren't robots...they were special, a gift for her new ally that would resonate with his patriotic aspirations and views of France...because these ten figures...were French. They were not the French of today, the French of the maligned cowards...no...they were the French that stood up to the British for one hundred years. The fields of France were littered with their broken bones.

The men of France's great Medieval fighting tradition stood once more, their bones covered in the armor and trappings of modern warfare. Their weapons were of advanced designs, they made use of Metal Storm technology coupled with advanced meta materials. Each round was fired with enough kinetic force to strike like a hammer blow and their design configured to penetrate Nth Metal and any super material of lesser durability. Each squeeze of the trigger would unleash fifteen rounds at once with no aim drift up or down, a sudden, brutal onslaught with fifteen bullets that would all strike the same point if the target didn't move out of the way.

They carried with them additional equipment, including similarly designed pistols, grenades that released botulism and combat knives with a diamond edge. Vael had done a lot with the equipment and money provided to her by the United States. She smirked and pulled her bo-staff from its location on her back and spun the weapon in her hand. "Form up on the President."

The squad of undead moved out with precision and opened their assault just as Lichter's own special forces went to engage Cognus in a deadly melee. Bullets unleashed with light touches of their triggers, aimed for the joints of the other unusual squad. The Schedals would find themselves under attack, their attackers as relentless as they were. The squad of ten fired as a squad of one, aiming for joints, seeking to blow off limbs with a hail of 7.62 rounds identical in size to those fired by the ubiquitous AK-47.

Vael could only act on who she saw as obvious enemies so she chose to act cautiously. Rather than unleash any of her powerful magic, Vael simply channeled available manna into her person and waited to see what it would be needed for. As a natural sorceress her connection to manna was more...instinctive than most. She kept an alert eye on the entire battlefield, prepared to act in an instant should it be required...but holding back her power until the sides were clearly drawn. So far few had revealed themselves and the constructs attacking Cognus had come from somewhere...but where? Or who? For now she held her cards close to her chest.

@_gaige_: @cognus_: @lichter: @lowlaville: @vael:

More and more variables had been piling up as the situation escalated, Z quickly set into motion the recording that would be spread to the speakers throughout the base as he worked his way to the outside after disabling the cameras in the security room and destroying their equipment to record his action.

His voice echoed, "You are now aware you are under attack. I am Z, and the Knights of Justice wish to either take you with us as allies to defeat this tyrant known as president Quinn Mercier, or to remove your weapons and resources to make sure you do not stop us. Choose quickly, and choose wisely. For justice is swift, and if it is not swift, it is certain to come for you by our hand or another's."

Meanwhile he was working on something, with this many variables he couldn't stick with just using his sorcery in secret and only having rather average abilities. Power bestowal, more particularly, mutation. From now on the student he faked being, as well as the rebel leader Z, was a mutant with the ability to use mystical powers. In other words, nothing had really changed for Zafir. However this would explain it if Z used any powers no normal human had. He didn't have time however to start doing so, he had to strategize with the information he had. Cognus had arrived and was now being assaulted by an outside entity, which meant he became less of a variable. Another few variables arrived as well, a sorceress and armed soldiers who seemed to side with the president.

And so he sent out his orders. The squad of the Knights of Justice that gaige had spoken to recieved recognition as they found out who gaige was, and right after that Z wanted them not to attack yet. However the other six squadrons that she didn't directly contact did need to go into action, and so they did, in their tanks and armored vehicles they started to approach and prepared to fire at any clear target that shot at them first or was about to. They couldn't fire full rounds from the tank since they had allies inside, but they did have other weapons more precise that could let them hit the people they needed to.

The next message was sent to Kaija @kaija, telling her to disarm as many of the base's military forces as possible. And, if she saw the chance, to attack any of the larger variables such as Gaige, Cognus, or the woman who brought the new elite forces who were protecting the president.

Soon he would take action as well, personally, walking out into the battle field he activated his Personal Carry energy barrier and pulled out his Civilian Grade Stun Gun and began to start working on the soldiers who continued to fight by stunning them and then quickly but securely tying them up just in case they awoke before the battle was over, if he came across any who surrender or wanted to join (the few, if any) he would send them unarmed to his Knights to get them away from the battle. He scanned the battle and noted the sorceress Vael. He would come for her soon, but first he would see how much he could do before he did that. See if maybe these outside allies, or at least outsiders with mutual enemies, would be able to take her down.

@cognus_: @lichter: @lowlaville: @vael: @zafir_karim:

From beneath an unsuspecting truck, Kaija received Zafir's message. His voice was difficult to hear through the cacophony of war that had surrounded her, but she knew what her role was in this mission. It wasn't the explosions, the fire, the bullets nor the screams that made it hard to hear, it was her own thoughts, her own heartbeat. Despite all that she had been through, the various warzones and colossal demons that she had slain, this particular mission was her most horrifying. She didn't fear the soldier who would assuredly assault her, nor did she fear whatever defenses that may have been in place. She feared their eyes. She had a home, a job in which she was successful, a small group of friends, and some semblance of a normal life. Here, in this moment, she risked all of it to protect not her present, but her future as a metahuman.

Zafir had promised her a future in which metahumans wouldn't have to fear the government, and he had taken measures to ensure that her identity was protected as she fought at his side for the rights of every soul who, like her, didn't feel very human when they looked into a mirror. All that he had asked her for was her might and her loyalty, and after hearing his command, she fulfilled her part of the deal.

In her usual manner, the titan appeared out of nowhere. She cast a shadow over all who were currently at the base, and would hopefully draw their attention while Zafir completed his task. She was not the same titan that the world had become familiar with; a new face, new equipment, an an alliance with terrorism would separate this gothic criminal from the white and lavender clad soldier whom had protected the world from astronomical threats on a daily basis. After taking a moment to observe her surroundings, Eclipse began her assault.

She began by utilizing the truck that she had hidden underneath only a moment ago. She'd hurl the vehicle towards the mech at supersonic speeds, potentially providing her fiery comrade with some support while also doing some damage. Then, she'd turn to the armies below. Any soldiers who were actively shooting at her by this point would come to meet the sole of her enormous boots as she would stomp upon the armies in a manner that one would expect of a giant. She would make as much noise and controlled destruction as possible to cover Zafir. After all, her job was to fight and to leave the rest to him.

@cognus_: @lichter: @lowlaville: @vael: @zafir_karim: @kaija:

The other tanks had mobilized that appeared to be apart of the same unit as the one Lizzy's drone was watching. They'd his well and looked apart of the patrol once they'd attacked however Lizzy knew what side they were on. And while she had heard the President of France wasn't particularly a great guy executing political leaders wasn't good practice. From what Lizzy knew he was against mutants, a shame but a stance Venezeula held against humans. There was no reason to do what they did and so to the gamer she could label the enemy just that, unlike in Nebraska she didn't have to hold back and she was comfortable with what came next. "Really wish you'd of just walked away" she sighed before switching on the Mega Busters weapon systems.

Three to four FAE, or fuel air explosives, were sent rocketing toward the tank units in the area that'd began attacking and the one her drone watched. Each rocket first would burst overhead dispensing a cloud of gas the gas would flow around and into structures. Looking to fill openings through hatches Windows lungs and so on. Then briefly after came a second exsplosion ignighting the fuel generating a massive explosion. Such a care package had enough yield to bring down even reinforced infrastructure and it was this volatile ordanance which looked to surround the tanks and soldiers before they could even truely begin.

Another party entered the scene looking to combat the president, out for blood as soon as they touched the ground. They were quick, quicker then Gaige could stop before their melee attacks. However Lizzy would look to make sure they never got a second chance turning her Killzone weapon system towards them and opening fire. Whatever those horrors were Gaige wanted them off the game board. Slipspace ammo still in play all it would take was a single round to do the job. One bullet to remove a human sized person and place them inside a pearlescent empty void. But she didn't fire one round, she could set free two hundred bullets in a second, averaging thousands in a minute. Each bullet covering over three thousand feet per second with any luck those strange soldiers would be dispensed of then and there.

However clearly the enemy had some resources better then expected. The pyromancer she had captured, stepped from Slipspace. To which Lizzy just blinked in confusion. It was a pocket dimension she wasn't sure if even teleporter should escape. Caught a bit off guard the fire hit her mech, and it's new over shields flared in protest. Not harmful but a direct hit "what do" Lizzy laughed shaking away the disbelief and trying to figure out how to retaliate. "Hammer of Dawn it is" she remarked a small turret on her mech opening and taking aim. Except no shot came, Lizzy receiving warning of something behind her, and the large shadow that made everything just a bit darker confirmed it. Turning the meka saw a truck coming her way. And in quick retort her new weapon system flared up with a loud zap of a sound.

Blazing at forty thousand Kelvin the laser shot the truck its beam of energy cleaving cleanly from one end to the next. Heat beyond that of the sun had the machine becoming melted slag mid flight, the energy weapon striking even faster then the projectile moved. By the time it hit the mech it was just bubbling bits that danced along the shields. Though just the bits alone had worn the shields out a bit, it'd still be best to avoid and dodge over taking hits. "Do you really think more chaos is going to help the population ditch its fear and racism?" Lizzy inquired to the giant, she was new to the scene. And for every sudden arival as a hero the weaponize X nerd believed she owed a chance to change sides or retreat. If the answer was to continue to fight however then the Hammer of Dawn would flare up again looking to deliver at light speed a lance of super heated energy at the eye of the colossus before her. In addition four FAE rockets would be set loose in an attack that had worked on another giant in a bout before. Neuromind had even nerfed some of the effect of those rockets as well thanks to his shield. There was no such interference this time however and with any luck the giant would be choked out before she could crush soldiers like ants as intended.

@_gaige_: @kaija: @zafir_karim:

With the distraction provided by the Giant, Vandal darted forward, fist clenched. Applying just a bit of his world breaking strength, only enough to decimate a sky scraper with a hit, he launched a fist against the cockpit of the mech, where he could see a girl sitting inside. He had to be especially careful of those bullets this robot was capable of firing. It would be annoying if he had to constantly move back and forth between dimensions because of them.

Quinn grunted in displeasure as a mist of white vapor enveloped his ivory clad physique. The blend of camouflage would do well to conceal his body as he snaked his way through the ranks of his enemies, but something was off. Never had a direct route ever been offered to him when it came to close quarter combat with the foe. The violet vindicator, Reynard, had taught him a painful lesson in the matter, and it was learned well.

The French politician froze instinctually, letting the sensation of battle meditation mesmerize his mind. Lost in serenity, the sixth sense washed over him and enhanced his basic receptors into inhuman like levels. The cranial plating augmentation probing the battlefield around him with subsonic waves of mental power, pinging off of rapidly moving assailants.

They were moving swiftly at an astonishing rate. He broke the trance and holstered his left cutlass pistol and retrieving his vibranium laced combat knife in a reverse grip technique with the blade facing outwards. It was an expensive toy, but it had saved his life on multiple occasions. He held it securely, but lightly while his right hand remained ready within the trigger weld of his pistol.

He exhaled slowly from within the fog, tensing every muscle fiber and slowing his heart rate. Multiple footsteps tapping against the ground reverberated into his ear canals, but they were so light and intentionally misleading, it was impossible to tell how many people were targeting him or from what direction. His meditation had been cut short and only offered him a basic idea of what to prepare him for. It was unnerving.

They moved as one fighting unit, striking where their ally had left open, and distracting in the complete opposite direction as their comrade had truly intended to hit. Highly trained, these monstrosities emanated a feeling of ‘combat breed’. The first and slid forward with blinding speed and threw his body full force forward, aiming to bring down the alabaster specter. Quinn knew that this was a ploy. Such a move was too bold and brawny for the masters of war and a underhanded trick was clearly in play. hopefully against their expectations, The President took the brunt of the drive and rolled with the force and onto his back to the ground. He twisted his way from the lower guard position and attempted to maneuver the soldier’s arms under his own, rendering his ghastly arms ineffective for the time being.

The quarrel was far from over, however. A blunt jab came flying down upon his throat, cutting the air like a honed samurai sword as it did so. Refusing to sacrifice the hold he had upon the last foe’s limbs, Mercier attempted to roll away and into a full mount, hopefully gaining the upper hand in a more dominant position with the arms still within his clinch. It failed to happen as quickly as he desired. The punch came as a keen flash and chopped along the side of Quinn’s throat, bashing one of his carotid arteries as it did so. The carbonadium did well to protect against the brunt of the attack, but Quinn could feel the blowing of blood vessels and sanguine pooling from under the dermis of his skin and above the muscular tissue.

These men were far too orchestrated to the foot soldiers he had ever faced before, and commended himself for taking them on cautiously.

The third and final one made his move seamlessly once seeing his opportunity and taking it as soon as it was presented. The transition was so flawless and fluid, it’s almost as if these battle hardened conscripts came standard with premonition, or have simply trained that well together as a well oiled machine. Against his desires, but in line with his better judgement, Cognus finally released the arms of the first intruder and vaulted backwards and into a low lunge, but once again, the third soldier was their.

“Putain de merde…”

Cognus cursed at himself, simply amazed. The blade came streaking down towards his face, right eye to be specific. Bringing up his own blade, he blocked the initial strike and smiled, but the defensive maneuver was short lived as the third soldier refused to let him. The strength behind his arm was pushing more and more, slowly, but surely breaking the lock that Cognus had temporarily succeeded in creating. The edge came closer and closer towards his eye and eventually scraping against the sense, cracking the glass of it.

Rotten fish

The nearly detectable aroma of decaying fish wafted subtly into Quinn’s nostrils, sending a death warning to his brain. The smell wouldn’t have been noticed if he hadn’t utilized his battle meditation technique earlier, likely a fatal mistake that would now cost him not only an eye but his life as well. He had studied nerve agents when researching compounds to neutralize mutants and came across Pseudomonas, a bacteria that was the source for the potent toxin, tetrodotoxin.

The cards were stacked against him at this point, but he gave his flirtatious associate the benefit of the doubt and could only hope that her very own task force of french relics, who had already been attempting at quell the death squad, would take aim at the one now threatening his life. Quinn needed to hold out and keep the blade at bay, away from his body as much as possible. Time was of the essence.

@vael: @cognus_: @kaija: @lowlaville: @_gaige_:

Z saw the attack that Gaige was making first, he could practically see it's effects before they even occurred. Had he not already decided he would give Z powers this action would have made things even more complicated then they were about to be anyway. He knew he wouldn't be able to save all of the Knights of Justice who gaige had sent her explosives at, but he could save some of them. Pulling out his staff now disguised as a sword, and thus with reduced power, he waved his hands dispersing some of the mist before it had a chance to reach them. Then the ignition hit the rest of it and he was forced to redirect that as well. Despite his action he lost two of the tanks completely, slightly damaged one, seven dead and two more injured beyond fighting capability. It was fortunate that Kaija and Vandal quickly went after the mech that was now one of his main targets in this particular scheme.

He contacted his Knights outside of the base itself that were still able to fight, "Focus your attacks on the west side of the base, do not hold back on that location we won't have anyone there."

Then he contacted the few Knights who were still quietly destroying some of the military equipment as well as Vandal and Kaija, "Keep to the east side as much as possible. The west will be the focus of our other forces. To my powered allies (@kaija) (@lowlaville) Focus on Gaige, the mech that is."

There were far more variables here then anticipated. But if I can still turn this into a victory of some sort it shall work well enough to keep up moral and possibly gain more allies even if we don't obtain the original primary objective.

He looked at the sorceress (@vael) who had brought in outside forces who he didn't know of, and then at the other forces who were also a mystery. (@lichter) They mostly countered each other out at the moment. He wasn't sure what would happen if he turned the tide a little bit, but he intended to find out. Since it was too late to avoid someone knowing Z had powers, he decided to take further action. He called upon the "Eyes of the all seeing serpent" to start off, allowing him a vision which suddenly made much more sense for what creatures the woman had summoned, she was a sorceress of some sort. More power then many from Agrabah. And these soldiers with her...he could sense what they were now as well, dead, and yet not. He had seen this used before it was a common tactic where he was from in fact. The question would then be, could he beat her.

I should have done this earlier. He thought as his sword turned into a Trishula, a spear like weapon that he was incredibly skilled at. Time to threaten my enemies. Come shadows. Come mist. Come uncertainty, disturbance, and ice. Hide me and my actions, aid me in this fight.

He tapped the Trishula against the ground drawing up water from the earth and lifting it into the air around his enemies causing it to hide much of the light and increase difficulty of their senses. He only had to apply this once and it would stay naturally for some time, the only unnatural part about it was that he had forcefully drawn it up from the ground and into the air.

He may have been 72 years old, but he moved like a cat at this moment. Slipping through his new hiding and watching with the eyes of the serpent as he stated directly at his target but kept a lookout for any possible disruptions, he kept low as he attempted to spear her from behind getting the center prong through her spine and the two outside prongs underneath her shoulder blades. If it worked he would sever her spine and rip through both her lungs. Since the Trishula was actually his sorceror's staff, as durable as titanium when in normal hands or on its own, but practically unbreakable and far sharper when in his own, it would hopefully pierce through almost any armor it came across. But even if it didn't pierce this attack had another purpose, as long as he managed to hit her in these places the amount of force and positioning made it very likely he could still damage her spine or lungs and throw her off her feet. Should he miss he would attempt to vanish back into the mist and examine the situation further before another attack would take place. No reason to waste time in close combat unless he had to.

@kaija: @zafir_karim: @lowlaville: @_gaige_: @cognus_:

Salazar's eyes flared, glazed green irises staring deep into Quinn's own behind his white mask. Unblinking, they narrowed, the resistance to the Schedel's powerful downward stab unforeseen. The others' preparatory attacks had been equally efficient, Kaiser retreating to give Salazar room to strike. The elusive French president had slipped from one's grasp directly into the others', but even now, he resisted. In simulation, they'd never met with resistance, though it made sense. They knew little of Lichter's theories on sociology, or little of Lichter at all, but were they to read his ghostwritten book, they'd know that every superhuman who became the head of a state was a force to be reckoned with. It indicated guile, something the purportedly more dangerous ones lacked.

A moment before the knife could be driven into Mercier's head, a bullet tore through Salazar's hand, fired from one of the barrels of the French undead. Salazar pulled back, stone-like skin reforming instantly as the bullet hole closed. His knife, however, had been lost, as had his grip on the French president. The Schedel felt no pain, for it had no nerves, but the force of the bullet ripped away its weapon. The others, too, shook as unexpected shots tore through them; they remained intact, however, golems which could not be conventionally harmed. They turned towards the source of the gunfire, eyes locking onto the barrels in the fog.

Another second passed, and by that time, they'd caught up to the angles of fire. Rather than simply enduring the hail of metal, they weaved, bodies contorting impossibly so as to dodge the shots. The bullets whizzed by their heads and through their arms, inches from touching them. They tracked the barrels, anticipating and instinctively mapping the paths of every shot. They somersaulted backwards, vanishing into the mist, unwilling to re-engage.

Cognus had unanticipated allies, ones which had to be tracked and evaluated before a further assassination attempt might be planned. Kaiser, Sachiel, and Gabriel retreated, running low to the ground at a speed which would put cheetahs to shame. Salazar was not so lucky; one of Gaige's slipspace munitions ripped a hole in his abdomen, sucking away part of his presence. The others had cleared out before Gaige delivered her shots, keyed in to danger by Vael's arrival. Salazar whined in protest, falling over backwards as the tiny hole in his chest sucked away more sand-like essence. He twitched, driving a fist into the ground, gathering more raw material with which to sustain himself. He swiveled around unnaturally, legs contorting impossibly to bring him to standing position. It regarded Cognus, then leaped away, moving to regroup with the other Schedels. Before he did, however, he dropped two small spheres, rolling them towards the President. Simple grenades, bought off the black market. A conventional weapon for an unconventional being.

It backflipped away, carried through the air with an unnatural momentum that did not seem to fit its body or pose. Salazar meant to regroup, dashing away from the active combat zone under the cover of mist. He was but a blur, invisible to infrared scans, and capable of running faster than a train might accelerate. Rapidly vaulting over a piece of debris, he twitched as he ran, body re-orienting itself as it disappeared into the shadows.

@zafir_karim: @cognus_: @kaija: @lowlaville: @_gaige_: @lichter

Once the President was free the Legio Gallia moved to flank him and set up a defensive perimeter that was fluid and would move with his actions. They said nothing, for their ability was in fighting and not in speech, but their intellect was intact and tactics not beyond their grasp. They seemed to understand his greater design as they formed up around him and prepared to engage the other enemies present.

As fog fell across the battlefield Vael felt the pulse of manna of an opposing caster tapping into the world's arcane energies. "Eso-casada-ventru!" Using her words as a focal point and tapping into the ancient language of her own home The Void Queen channeled energy through her body in sudden counter to the spell that had just been cast. Manna clashed against manna in an invisible war and her focus intensified until suddenly the fog of war was lifted and the enemy's spell canceled. At the last moment a shift in the flow of manna alerted her to the danger behind her.

Vael spun around with less than a second to spare. A Bo-Staff could be used to slash, jab or block and it was this third option that Vael used almost automatically. She held the staff out in front of her across her body with one hand on each extreme end of the weapon. The pronged weapon of Zafir thus failed to strike her body but instead struck the staff. The bo staff Vael used was constructed of Cold Vibranium and thus held firm against the absurdly sharp weapon that struck against it. The staff wedged itself between the prongs of Zafir's weapon and Vael acted without a second of hesitation. She twisted her staff around without warning and pivoted on her foot to twist her body around as well, transferring her weight and momentum through the weapon in a quick twist that would seek to rip the trident like weapon from her opponent's hands by forcing his arms and hands to twist unnaturally with the interlocked weapons.

Regardless of the success of her maneuver she used her momentum to flip around to his side and drew the bo-staff away only to send it lashing out for his spine with enough speed to flex the bo staff. The flexing action of the weapon, combined with her speed would ensure the bo staff wouldn't just strike his back if he failed to avoid her attack but actually crack against it like a towel, dramatically increasing the kinetic force that would transfer into the old man's back and spine.

Never one to rely entirely upon physical attacks when fighting a magical opponent, Vael cast a swift spell of her own. Twin bolts of lighting shot down from the sky, threatening to crash into Zafir. Direct lighting strikes could cause internal burns, destroy blood vessels and burst organs and bone as well as damage the nervous system via direct damage to cell tissue rather than external burning. If Zafir avoided the direct impact he could still be thrown violently by the shockwave and deafened by the thunder that would explode between the two with a level of audio violence that was simply unnatural in simple melee combat.

To add to the threat, the lightning strikes at such close range, even if directly avoided, would release a large (if short ranged) EMP burst that was powerful enough to throw the heart out of rythm and/or cause nervous system convulsions. In similar instances of natural lightning strikes against or near people, victims often suffer from cardiac arrest or crippling seizures. If he was unfortunate enough to be directly impacted by the lightning and the staff was still in contact with his skin (or his own weapon still in his hand) the lightning would channel through the metal and cause intense burning and internal damage in those areas as well. Vael herself was unconcerned, she was immune to the negative influences of her own spells, even those caused by the summoning of lightning.

Moments after the lighting came down from the sky a twin Ka-THOOM rocked the battlefield.

@_gaige_: @lowlaville: "Miss Kayaamat now can I go please?" Contingency requested more urgently as the royal woman looked at her with a bemused face "were you not told to be under my care until other wise notified?" her question came out rhetorically as she was sitting down and savoring a glass a wine. "Yes but the battles been raging on for a few minutes already, I promise to come back later I'll be quick just please let me go" Contingency asked while giving kitten eyes to the woman with red eyes before she responded back to Contingency "Very well then, I give you permission you can go"

Finally! Contingency let out a relieved sigh "thank you" with that said she didn't waste another second and checked her phone for a live ally drone feed so she can teleport to the base, she teleported on site and took a moment to examine the surroundings

A few buildings were on fire so instinctively the girl with pink hair manifested her Juggernaut shield while looking for some one to take on and that's where she saw a certain pink mecha about to get assaulted by another meta.

Charging a mecha bare fisted? Yep he has super strength or is a dummy better block it just in case though.

A moment later Contingency manifested in-between the attack and defender with her shield raised in front of the incoming attack, she planted her feet firmly and braced against the shield not concerned at it breaking but getting knocked back from the sheer force "Hey, I got this guy" she states out aloud unaware if the mecha was piloted by a human or A.I

@_gaige_: @cognus_: @contingency: @lichter: @kaija: @lowlaville:

@vael:

The twist in an attempt to pull it from his grasp would fail quite badly as it required a mere turning of his wrists and smooth movement with it to maintain a hold. The following move was a bit better in effectiveness. Even though the attack was relatively normal as far as predictability went it was well carried out and even as he attempted to swipe it away it still managed to crack against his side, the energy barrier he had still managed to protect him mostly but that was a massive amount of force and weakened it while forcing him to separate from her where he would have had an edge if he could have continued.

Do not trifle with her. She may be considerably less experienced but she is no weakling either. But she also isn't the main target. She's thwarted my assassination attempt against her and...wait, I've seen her before. This shall be interesting. So, what's next M'dear.

His thoughts didn't have long to wait, as it turned out she employed an offensive technique not unlike the one she used last time he had seen her. Though this time she was targeting a man who was an expert when it came to the elements, in both meanings. Instead of it completely striking him he caught it in his Trishula absorbing it and sending it back at her, unfortunately it would turn out to be utterly futile as her magic apparently had no negative effects on her.

He had to take action and he had to take it before she did, first he sent a silent message to his allies:

I require an alteration for my powered allies. Focus on the president for six seconds then switch your focus to the mech to incapacitate or kill her. You will receive further orders afterwards.

He then spoke to the sorceress Vael, "I do not know why you're doing this, but we will win in the end despite it. Because we must win to protect ourselves and to protect the mutants and metas who are threatened by this man."

He slid the Trishula across the ground, as he did so the ground began to crumble beneath them. He had begun moving it about essentially causing a miniature earthquake beneath them simultaneously transforming some of it into an oversized magnet which already started to pull in metal and even trucks, and hopefully would also grab hold of the woman's bo-staff and possibly armor, along with nearby bullets, guns, and other weaponry. After doing so he would raise the Trishula into the air and began turning the air around them into a thick smog using alchemy and changing it to its core instead of mere spells. His helmet would protect him from its effects, the Knights were all either on the complete opposite side of the base or far enough away to not be around it anyway. And with the Eyes of the Serpent he could see everything no matter how much light was around.

She may just try and be rid of it again. I have to examine her to fight her. Truth of the matter is we're outnumbered here. We have sabotaged much of their major equipment so they won't be able to get a good hit on us with heavy artillery but the sorceress and Gaige will pose threats. The president is in a bit of a problem however and may or may not be a leading factor. I may be able to predict her movements if I watch her close enough, her powers seem to primarily delve into the elemental and physical side which means she has a much less variety of probable choices to make which will be effective, then again so will I. I need to test her out first to understand what moves to make. For now we are at a standoff. Her elemental attacks will be easy enough to redirect but she has shown to be quick which will make my own attacks a bit more difficult without using total power.

@lowlaville: @vael: @zafir_karim: @contingency:

Often times there was a respected one versus one towards combat even in the largest of conflicts. A product of tunnel vision and honor that certainly demanded respect, however Lizzy told herself to look beyond such. She wanted to be a hero, not a respected duelist but someone who tried to keep the constant wars to a minimum. Killing didn't feel good, and the less bloodshed as far as she was concerned the better. Thus her retaliation to the various events was a particularly heavy wide spread one.

Springing from her back exiting pocket dimensions was a surplus of drones. A strange mix of insect and remote control car the Sonic units began to run about, their radars and cameras recording and updating the constant data of the battlefield. Onix units kept close but traveled the map still, their design being to help defend the soldiers of France with their advanced shielding. She could pull them to her should she herself need additional shields for now though they'd focus on covering for the military. The same passive aproach could not be said for the Hammers of Dawn an Kratos units at her disposal. They would focus in on the militia in play, the mastermind of the conflict had defended them from the FAE use but how much more coverage could be provide. Especially as the number of targets grew smaller.

More of those fuel air explosives were sent toward the tanks, Lizzy could only dispense two per tank do to another target still the rockets would be sent. They were a cover, an oxygen consuming exspansive inferno but a cover none the less. For each of the Kratos units would begin to fly by casting an improvised version of a minefield alongside a carpet bomb as the drones piloted by Lizzy began to drop C4 charges. Ideally they'd fall on one of the tanks or one of the APC units before she set them off. Though they had a good few yards of blast radius to use should the passing drones miss. Gaige was still working on fleshing out her technology and how to use it. This was only her third conflict and yet here she was showcasing better form and use then before. She had confidence the arrival of new forces under command of Vael would be enough alongside the traditional units but there was a few people that demanded the engineer's focus.

One used a staff, the other a fist, one had tried to backstab the woman who'd come to assist the president, and one tried to punch Lizzy. The punch was a misfire, although the pink mech Mjolnir had retreated to almost ground level come the thrown truck of the giant goth, Lizzy was quick to return to a higher altitude. She wasn't in some sock em up robot she was ranged focused and had no intention to change that. Especially when anyone confident enough to run right at her mech probably had the muscle power to break it. Thankfully in addition to this the latest arrival to the scene had also jumped in to tank the fist in her place. The punch absorbed and knock back coming into play it was time for Lizzy to respond.

Retaliation was quick, the fuel air exsplosives were swiftly sent towards the charging foe. Intended to engulf him in a high pressure oxygen consuming blaze, each rocket meant to demolish tanks and reinforced infrastructure she had hopes that it would put a dent in the man. Meanwhile for the staff wielding backstabber Lizzy would make use of the Unreal BFG, a Maverick issue Hellical Cannon. A electromagnetic propelled weapon system weighing a hundred twenty five pounds and hitting with a high megajouls energy class it was hard to believe it was a portable piece. Maverick was brilliant at bringing some of the finest arms into usable force. Combining the best of the railgun and the coilgun this weapon is could be sending heavy rounds down range at Mach fifteen after a moment's charge. This multi-Megajoule class railgun would hit with thousands of tons of force in energy likely to pierce the hide of even some of the highest of durable metahumans. In addition with it's flechetted nanocrystalline tungsten Carbide munition, upon impact it'd likely rip apart even some of the finest of opposition. Despite all the damage this alone theoretically promised though and all that she'd already been doing she wasn't done.

Lizzy was fragile before she dawned the title of Gaige, so when it came time to be the hero she took pride in firing on all cylinders. Going all in at every moment the Hammers of Dawn would cut loose in addition to all her other actions. It wouldn't be hard as she was focusing on just two targets with them. Eight small spike shaped drones flew slightly away from Mjolnir, where four hovered around the unstealthey pink mech collaborating with the four on the mech itself. Meaning that both Z and Vandal were on the receiving end of an attack from eight seperate points. It wasn't the widest spread as each hammer was a focused laser but the damage just one could do was absurd. Four times hotter then the surface of the sun these lasers burned at forty thousand kelvin each laser melted the asphalt and concrete like candle wax for daring to be within proximity. Though it wasn't to far in range, Lizzy confident she could even safely shoot at Z without endangering Vael, being hit by such a laser would likely incinerate most living organisms. And Lizzy fired eight, and finally came the speed of such. As a laser based purely energy weapon system the speed of each searing lance was almost light speed they were just suddenly there a javelin of star fire. Already though, after seeing the strange soldiers that attacked the president, and the ability of Vandal to exit portals she was already planning her next attack. Her bullet that hit the soldier was a rare misfired round, each bullet was intended to be a nonlethal portal to Slipspace. As a misfire though it was more like a black hole, which gave Lizzy some new attack ideas. As if a cannon, rockets, mines and lasers weren't enough.

"Best solution to the extremists is to go extremist on them as well solid plan. Here I was trying to be Atlas when apparently Jormungand was the winning strategy." Gaige taking a moment to speak of mythology for a change as opposed to just gamer speak. Holding up the world was what she looked to do, to rise above simple destruction as an answer. France was flawed but gunning down the president was hardly a solution, it was the same plan in a lot of ways as Neuromind had for the states. But who was to replace said leader, what was the follow up? What laws and systems would they try to implement and how would they enforce them? How did they plan to win the people over after such actions? And above all else why should any group of people follow someone who'd killed the men and women who tried to protect their country? Far as Lizzy was concerned all their ideas were just made a disgrace by the execution of it all.

@lowlaville: @cognus_: @lichter: @vael: @contingency: @zafir_karim: @_gaige_: (Gaige, I may edit, but for the sake of plot, I'm gonna say that Kaija can't see your face through the cockpit window. I'll edit if you want though, lol.)

A tremor shook the estate as the giant's heel came down upon one of the six skeletal warriors that were attacking, reducing it's body to nothing more than dust that sullied the equipment that it once wore. After lifting her boot, Kaija took a moment to observe the corpse before her next attack. The equipment was impressive, but that wasn't what had captured her attention most. Much to her surprise, there was no blood, no gore, nothing but a white chalk that escaped on the passing wind. She couldn't tell whether her opponents were extraterrestrials, mechanical, or something more unsavory, but she decided no to worry about their nature and take comfort in the fact that she had the ability to kill them. Without delay, she continued her assault.

Unlike the first soldier, the rest were now aware of Kaija's presence and intent. The next boot was narrowly evaded by the second soldier that she attacked, as was the third. Before Kaija could launch her fourth attack, she received a message from a pilot in a familiar mech:

"Do you really think more chaos is going to help the population ditch its fear and racism?"

Kaija almost laughed at the sight of the machine. It wasn't humor that triggered this response, but a potent irony that she simply couldn't swallow with ease. A few weeks ago, the machine was a terrorist whom had attacked her to save a populace of violent nGods, and her boss. Now they had switched roles, and it was Kaija... or rather, Eclipse, who was opposing the government directly. It seemed as though this machine would always stand in defense of whomever deserved to be punished. Or at the very least, she would always stand in Kaija's way. Still, for an individual to repeatedly risk their lives to defend those under assault, and continue to protect government officials despite being a branded terrorist, Kaija developed a bit of respect for the woman hidden within the steel armor. She pointed at the machine and offered her reply before continuing.

"Revolutions bring about more change than civil politics ever have, or will. You speak with an air of superiority and yet you hide your face behind the mask of a machine. I bet you're just a normal human; a spoiled brat who can't even understand the experience of persecution. What are you fighting for anyways? To protect a man who stands for segregation and intolerance? And what happens if standing aside results in people like me losing everything they have to unjust law? Would I be wrong for fighting for the rights that I had yesterday? Stay out of this, this conflict doesn't involve you..." Kaija replied, lowering her hand and lifting her foot to stomp upon another soldier.

Before she could launch her next attack, a laser was fired into her left eye and four FAE rockets were fired into her skull. Kaija stumbled backwards, tears ran from her eye as she coughed and violently gasped for air, her throat irritated by the flames and her let eye sore and watering. She took a moment to regain her composure and glared at the young heroine in the mech.

"Gonna have to watch for that laser. And pay attention to my breathing as well. Sh*t, this b*tch is annoying. Fine, don't want to have to fight you, but If I don't get this mech out of here it's gonna be trouble for everyone. I'd rather keep you around to protect me on a my worst day, so let's see if I can break this mech without hurting the pilot inside too badly." Kaija thought to herself.

Kaija approached the mech at a brisk pace, keeping an eye out for any incoming attacks that she may need to block and doing her best to give no telling physical signs of her next attack. She would launch two consecutive attacks on the mech, her primary objective being to ground the machine and disable it without killing the pilot. She would begin with an expected attack that would hope to daze the pilot and cause her machine to lose flight stability. She would simply keep her arms at her sides until it was in range of her reach. She would then, without delay, attempt to smash the machine between her two open palms like one would a fly. Although she gave little warning for her attack, the pilot's reaction to the truck thrown at her earlier served to show just how quick the little pilot was. That speed, however, would be tested by Kaija's own movement speed that was boosted by the Constant Rate Speed Effect. The sheer speed of her strike, coupled with the surface area of her gargantuan hands would serve to make the two sided attack difficult to evade. Landing this hit, however, was not the intent of the attack.

The collision of Kaija's two hands, given the amount of force with which they were propelled and their surface area, would serve to produce an enormous sound and, more importantly, displace an absurd amount of air at high velocity near the point of collision. Kaija had expected the pilot to avoid her strike, but she was intent more on removing the pilot's control of her vessel as it would be met with sounds of ear-splitting volume and winds many times stronger than those in a hurricane, but this was only her opening attack. Regardless of the success of this initial assault, Kaija would keep her eye on the pilot and take advantage of the time during which the pilot lost control if her initial move succeeded. Her second attack was far more simple. A backhand intended to knock the machine out of the air and damage it enough to ground it. Regardless of whether or not the machine would dodge upwards, downwards, or somehow escape to the sides, she would immediately launch her follow-up strike, hoping to catch the machine while it was "dazed" and knock it out of the sky.

@lichter: @vael: @contingency: @zafir_karim: @_gaige_: @kaija: @cognus_:

Well. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to charge the mecha. Vandal admitted to himself. It all happened too fast. The mecha didn't stay distracted for too long. It was almost like it could see. It could see a lot of everything. It flew. Vandal turned his gaze up, as he came to a momentary halt, noticing also a new entry to the scene, a girl that wanted to square with him.

""Hey, I got this guy" She said.

Vandal was left undecided as to a course of action he deemed to take. Two potential adversaries, one in the air, the other but a couple of hundred feet from him, almost a tiny blur across the paved ground as she stood there. Who would've thought that in that moment of Vandal's indecisiveness, the mecha would strike.

Vandal only heard a click, as the rocket slammed against his left shoulder, and then it went KABOOM! Vandal shrugged off the rocket. It didn't hit him hard enough to do anything. But the resulting explosion was a spectacle. Each one was a hit, each exploded with a mighty roar, lighting up the area around vandal for tens of feet around him.

Anyone else would've turned to dust from the impact and the bang alone. To add, there came fire and heat. Fire that could melt reinforced steel within seconds. Fire that liquified asphalt. Fire that consumed everything in the vicinity, tanks, trucks, vehicles.

Vandal laughed. His hair burned. His clothes had long ago turned to dust, leaving him with nothing. His skin had turned jet black, burnt like a charcoal. His body felt as lifeless as a rock. Fire lit on his palms, and fumes rose out of his open jaws, as though he was a furnace. His feet had sunk a few feet into the ground. Vandal's first reaction was to try and get out of this predicament.

However before he was able to move, the mecha's second attack had arrived. This one shot right through his skull, resulting in his head exploding to bits. His body had all but disintegrated into dust. Vandal had never felt punishment of this caliber since that war of long past. A chronicle of man was capable of reducing him to ashes.

"I'm done holding back!" Vandal thought, in his death.

My name is Vandal King. And I am immortal. The fire that had been the result of his supposed death, concentrated into forming the figure of a boy. He slowly took form- and revealed himself to be in one piece. "Vandal King is not dead mortals. But of you shall be!" He had absorbed all the fire that had surrounded him into himself.

The giant had begun to move, and was attacking the mecha. Vandal focused on his pink haired adversary. This had taken a while to describe, but in reality it took no more than 2 minutes to transpire, and Vandal re-emerged and continued to charge towards the girl in front of him. A few feet from her, he disappeared, momentarily appearing behind her- and launched one of his Earth shattering blows against her, extra careful to aim the trajectory of the strike upwards. So a blow to her head, which, in the unlikely event that she survived it, would still send her flying up and a good way towards the sun.

Of course Vandal did not know how strong the new adversary was. The most likely scenario he envisioned was a bloodbath which would cover the entire base with the blood of his foe.

@kaija: @lowlaville: Contingency's focus darted between Eclipse the giant and Vandal, if it weren't for her ally she would attempt to engage with both enemies at the same time but didn't want to risk friendly fire or getting in the way of Lizzy's attacks which would ruin the flow of combat they had so she didn't interfere with the giants attack for now Okay it's a two vee two Contingency however unaware of Vandal's abilities could still see his danger lines and they were the brightest and sharpest out of everyone in the battlefield she could currently see.

"Mhmm" she mumbled out while trying to think of a way to communicate between the pink mech and herself No time for that now,I'll just have to improvise when I get the advantage she saw Vandal charge forward and she countered erroneously by bracing herself against her shield once again but at the corner of her eye saw the danger lines shift suddenly. He can teleport! Contingency hesitated not expecting to fight someone who could teleport and instead of counter teleporting took the blow, there was a sonic boom and the sheer force of the blow ripped everything ahead of Contingency within several street block distances off into the horizon. Surprisingly to Contingency the blow didn't hurt at all as she found herself quickly escalating away from the country she was not to long ago in, she began shifting her balance before smashing through a French satellite in Low Earth Orbit like a pane of glass but finally her momentum slowed down and she could teleport back with out risk of smashing through multiple buildings.

Contingency instantly transmitted back to French base feeling symptoms as if she just got off a roller coaster ride, she said nothing to her foe but gave a disapproving head shake Its a demon, lethal force authorized she thought in relief before using her abilities of force field generation to try to manifest several internally and then expand them outwards of Vandal's body basically in an attempt to explode him from the inside yet she would do this remote attempt with no give away signs such as hand gestures only by gazing at her foe would she perform this action.

@kaija: @zafir_karim: @_gaige_: @cognus_:

Edge of the Hot Zone

The Schedels had done their job well enough. Individual assassination would be virtually impossible, as Quinn had now been surrounded by his allies. Testing the waters was an acceptable enough conclusion for the Death Unit, making their evocative title something of a misnomer; Gabriel's chest would was proof enough of that. They'd slipped from sight as easily, the raucous battle hiding the sound of their chittering. They communicated as bugs did, clicking their mandibles as they sprinted machine-like from the war site. They slid to a halt, stopping in tandem; their backs straightened as orders were received. Eyes aglow, they darted forward, processing the information. The jet approached overhead.

Orders confirmed.

They twitched, then jumped into the sky, their mission in France declared sufficiently complete.

@cognus_: @vael: @zafir_karim:

It ripped into her throat with ease, digging through the base of the jaw line and into her tongue. A vicious tear and it'd opened her throat. Crimson pooled from the wound casting a puddle onto the floor thick and expansive instead of lights fading away however Rayne watched the river flow from her body. Wasn't long before it had dissipated into nothing however as the wound closed in seconds. With it Rayne got out of the chair, she hadn't been bound, she'd let the soldier do this to her. Now however with the noise outside it was evident she couldn't sit about any longer "did you get it out of your system" she asked washing away the gore. Sometimes the living weapon would let them get their racist hostility out on her. She'd tank the pain so that the more radical soldiers wouldn't do anything that might go to far otherwise. They hated her, and she them but despite that their was a morbid camaraderie that had been forged. Anouncing that he had indeed gotten his desired fix he admitted to him being an awful person for it. a habit she'd been drilling into them. To understand that they were at best a argued necessary evil, but none the less flawed. To which she then replied "but I'm worse."

Stepping from the interrogation room she'd let become a torture chamber she set eyes on the battle taking place. In the distance was explosions and gunfire of soldiers, she doubted the enemies would last long. They were under heavy fire and the opposition that was the France army had more at their disposal. In the air a pink mech was being swatted at by a gothic themed giant. Rayne could kind of get behind the fashion sense, and tried to consider how she might fight a giant herself. Meanwhile a pink haired shield maiden was fighting what looked to be a naked guy recovering from severe burns. However it was clear what the real focus should be on. The president and those around him.

An attacking force was quick to retreat, curious given the forces Vael had brought. It could have been a fair match up probably but who ever commanded them wasn't apart of the bigger mash up it would seam and decided to leave. Making wounded president defended by Vael's soldiers, her own opponent not able to focus on Cognus thanks to the magics in play. "Get off your ass or take cover" she remarked as she ran by the president toward the man Vael was fighting. She was grateful for him freeing her from prison, the world had good reason to try and have her locked up for eternity. However Rayne was only here to see change, always set toward revolution she just chose a side and fought on it. Agendas meant nothing, and how much damage she might take for someone else was decided more by actions of a man then blind loyalty. It was all rather written in stone, she'd help him escape if expected of her. But what Razor wanted and what would mean far more is if he fought despite what the vanishing squad may have done.

She didn't speak she didn't growl and her breathing was a controlled whisper virtually undetectable under the cacophony of war. Her steps even while running were silent and swift she was entirely predatory in the moment as she closed the gap. She immediately looked to dig her unbreakable metalic claws into his back. To decimate ribcage and lungs and to tear apart his spine with a stab that'd look to plant her claws on either side of the column and with a twist split the spine in two. And finally with a savage veracity she looked to bash her head into the back of his. For everything on her was sharp her skin and hair as capable of cutting as any weapon. It wasn't equal to her claws but none the less it'd look to rip apart flesh and fracture bone. No introductions, no approaching sounds she simply looked to pounce and then kill as quick as her entirely weaponized body could manage.

The moment manna shifted again and Vael felt the tug of a strong magnetic attraction on her bo-staff she acted, channeling manna away from his spell and gripping her weapon firmly with both hands to prevent from losing control of it. As the Earth shook she nearly lost her stability but managed to drive the staff into the ground and use it as something to hold herself up with. She resumed her channeling and countered his spell a few heartbeats into its impact. Even with the spell canceled there were major metalic items flying through the air, not the least of which was a truck.

Vael pulled her staff from the ground and dropped prone, just barely avoiding the truck crashing into her as its tires slammed into the ground a few feet away and it began to catapult through the air side over side, rolling through the air just a foot or two above her body. Breathing a sigh of relief once the truck had passed Vael stood again, her focus returning to Zafir.

Vael smiled a little and spun her staff. She noticed a new arrival on scene charging up behind him but made no indication that she had seen the person and instead sought to keep his focus on her so he'd be less likely to defend himself against the new assailant. Hm...the spells available to me aren't good, not with so much potential for collateral damage. I think perhaps today calls for a different approach. Enough spells for today. "Void et'tesuma tromata ekt ko'ooma eemos tavi kresu ama Vael!" She shouted in the old language of her own world. The sky suddenly darkened, as if the sun had vanished from space entirely, a collapse of total darkness and a chill wind that blew through the base and felt as if it had come from the depths of some ancient place, a wind that sent its chill through cloth and skin and fur as if it weren't there and sent a deep shiver through the soul itself. The Void Terror had cast back her cloak. This was no spell, though it would seem like one, it was merely Vael tapping into her true self, the abilities given to her when she had been cast through the Void Between Worlds, the nothingness that existed between universes.

Vael's spell casting abilities fell by the wayside for now in favor of much darker powers. Her eyes glowed brilliant gold and when she spoke again her voice echoed, as if two individuals were speaking slightly out of sync with one another. "You shouldn't have come here old man." Vael's form became semi-translucent, like a shadow as the fabric of reality opened itself to her eyes...but she held off an attack for now.

@_gaige_ said:

@lowlaville: @vael: @zafir_karim: @contingency:

Often times there was a respected one versus one towards combat even in the largest of conflicts. A product of tunnel vision and honor that certainly demanded respect, however Lizzy told herself to look beyond such. She wanted to be a hero, not a respected duelist but someone who tried to keep the constant wars to a minimum. Killing didn't feel good, and the less bloodshed as far as she was concerned the better. Thus her retaliation to the various events was a particularly heavy wide spread one.

Springing from her back exiting pocket dimensions was a surplus of drones. A strange mix of insect and remote control car the Sonic units began to run about, their radars and cameras recording and updating the constant data of the battlefield. Onix units kept close but traveled the map still, their design being to help defend the soldiers of France with their advanced shielding. She could pull them to her should she herself need additional shields for now though they'd focus on covering for the military. The same passive aproach could not be said for the Hammers of Dawn an Kratos units at her disposal. They would focus in on the militia in play, the mastermind of the conflict had defended them from the FAE use but how much more coverage could be provide. Especially as the number of targets grew smaller.

More of those fuel air explosives were sent toward the tanks, Lizzy could only dispense two per tank do to another target still the rockets would be sent. They were a cover, an oxygen consuming exspansive inferno but a cover none the less. For each of the Kratos units would begin to fly by casting an improvised version of a minefield alongside a carpet bomb as the drones piloted by Lizzy began to drop C4 charges. Ideally they'd fall on one of the tanks or one of the APC units before she set them off. Though they had a good few yards of blast radius to use should the passing drones miss. Gaige was still working on fleshing out her technology and how to use it. This was only her third conflict and yet here she was showcasing better form and use then before. She had confidence the arrival of new forces under command of Vael would be enough alongside the traditional units but there was a few people that demanded the engineer's focus.

One used a staff, the other a fist, one had tried to backstab the woman who'd come to assist the president, and one tried to punch Lizzy. The punch was a misfire, although the pink mech Mjolnir had retreated to almost ground level come the thrown truck of the giant goth, Lizzy was quick to return to a higher altitude. She wasn't in some sock em up robot she was ranged focused and had no intention to change that. Especially when anyone confident enough to run right at her mech probably had the muscle power to break it. Thankfully in addition to this the latest arrival to the scene had also jumped in to tank the fist in her place. The punch absorbed and knock back coming into play it was time for Lizzy to respond.

Retaliation was quick, the fuel air exsplosives were swiftly sent towards the charging foe. Intended to engulf him in a high pressure oxygen consuming blaze, each rocket meant to demolish tanks and reinforced infrastructure she had hopes that it would put a dent in the man. Meanwhile for the staff wielding backstabber Lizzy would make use of the Unreal BFG, a Maverick issue Hellical Cannon. A electromagnetic propelled weapon system weighing a hundred twenty five pounds and hitting with a high megajouls energy class it was hard to believe it was a portable piece. Maverick was brilliant at bringing some of the finest arms into usable force. Combining the best of the railgun and the coilgun this weapon is could be sending heavy rounds down range at Mach fifteen after a moment's charge. This multi-Megajoule class railgun would hit with thousands of tons of force in energy likely to pierce the hide of even some of the highest of durable metahumans. In addition with it's flechetted nanocrystalline tungsten Carbide munition, upon impact it'd likely rip apart even some of the finest of opposition. Despite all the damage this alone theoretically promised though and all that she'd already been doing she wasn't done.

Lizzy was fragile before she dawned the title of Gaige, so when it came time to be the hero she took pride in firing on all cylinders. Going all in at every moment the Hammers of Dawn would cut loose in addition to all her other actions. It wouldn't be hard as she was focusing on just two targets with them. Eight small spike shaped drones flew slightly away from Mjolnir, where four hovered around the unstealthey pink mech collaborating with the four on the mech itself. Meaning that both Z and Vandal were on the receiving end of an attack from eight seperate points. It wasn't the widest spread as each hammer was a focused laser but the damage just one could do was absurd. Four times hotter then the surface of the sun these lasers burned at forty thousand kelvin each laser melted the asphalt and concrete like candle wax for daring to be within proximity. Though it wasn't to far in range, Lizzy confident she could even safely shoot at Z without endangering Vael, being hit by such a laser would likely incinerate most living organisms. And Lizzy fired eight, and finally came the speed of such. As a laser based purely energy weapon system the speed of each searing lance was almost light speed they were just suddenly there a javelin of star fire. Already though, after seeing the strange soldiers that attacked the president, and the ability of Vandal to exit portals she was already planning her next attack. Her bullet that hit the soldier was a rare misfired round, each bullet was intended to be a nonlethal portal to Slipspace. As a misfire though it was more like a black hole, which gave Lizzy some new attack ideas. As if a cannon, rockets, mines and lasers weren't enough.

"Best solution to the extremists is to go extremist on them as well solid plan. Here I was trying to be Atlas when apparently Jormungand was the winning strategy." Gaige taking a moment to speak of mythology for a change as opposed to just gamer speak. Holding up the world was what she looked to do, to rise above simple destruction as an answer. France was flawed but gunning down the president was hardly a solution, it was the same plan in a lot of ways as Neuromind had for the states. But who was to replace said leader, what was the follow up? What laws and systems would they try to implement and how would they enforce them? How did they plan to win the people over after such actions? And above all else why should any group of people follow someone who'd killed the men and women who tried to protect their country? Far as Lizzy was concerned all their ideas were just made a disgrace by the execution of it all.

If he hadn't already determined she was a threat to his forces they would have once again experienced major casualties from the mechanical machine that housed the gamer. As it was he had made sure he wouldn't lose track of her and had again rearranged the air to decrease the damage of her fuel air explosives sending most of it away again from his men, this time with a little more efficiency as it only reached several of the men on foot who were too far away for him for protection without risking his attentiveness.

It was for this reason he survived at all the attack she then made on him, the lasers. He had only seen it in time and wasn't sure of what it was but knew it was an attack, which was why he preformed a sudden burst of sorcery that formed a telekinetic shield. It was somewhat weak compared to his others but it was enough to alter the flow of anything heading for him turning it aside. It worked just in time as the lasers zipped towards him, the shield did its work but even so he felt a burning sensation in one arm as one of the lasers passed a bit to close leaving burns on his left side. Due to the high speed of lasers he decided to put himself into contact with everything around him, essentially giving life to the air and the earth with only a purpose of telling him everything that went on instantly and allowing him to react to such high speed assaults even though he couldn't physically move at such speeds normally.

@_razor_ said:

@cognus_: @vael: @zafir_karim:

It ripped into her throat with ease, digging through the base of the jaw line and into her tongue. A vicious tear and it'd opened her throat. Crimson pooled from the wound casting a puddle onto the floor thick and expansive instead of lights fading away however Rayne watched the river flow from her body. Wasn't long before it had dissipated into nothing however as the wound closed in seconds. With it Rayne got out of the chair, she hadn't been bound, she'd let the soldier do this to her. Now however with the noise outside it was evident she couldn't sit about any longer "did you get it out of your system" she asked washing away the gore. Sometimes the living weapon would let them get their racist hostility out on her. She'd tank the pain so that the more radical soldiers wouldn't do anything that might go to far otherwise. They hated her, and she them but despite that their was a morbid camaraderie that had been forged. Anouncing that he had indeed gotten his desired fix he admitted to him being an awful person for it. a habit she'd been drilling into them. To understand that they were at best a argued necessary evil, but none the less flawed. To which she then replied "but I'm worse."

Stepping from the interrogation room she'd let become a torture chamber she set eyes on the battle taking place. In the distance was explosions and gunfire of soldiers, she doubted the enemies would last long. They were under heavy fire and the opposition that was the France army had more at their disposal. In the air a pink mech was being swatted at by a gothic themed giant. Rayne could kind of get behind the fashion sense, and tried to consider how she might fight a giant herself. Meanwhile a pink haired shield maiden was fighting what looked to be a naked guy recovering from severe burns. However it was clear what the real focus should be on. The president and those around him.

An attacking force was quick to retreat, curious given the forces Vael had brought. It could have been a fair match up probably but who ever commanded them wasn't apart of the bigger mash up it would seam and decided to leave. Making wounded president defended by Vael's soldiers, her own opponent not able to focus on Cognus thanks to the magics in play. "Get off your ass or take cover" she remarked as she ran by the president toward the man Vael was fighting. She was grateful for him freeing her from prison, the world had good reason to try and have her locked up for eternity. However Rayne was only here to see change, always set toward revolution she just chose a side and fought on it. Agendas meant nothing, and how much damage she might take for someone else was decided more by actions of a man then blind loyalty. It was all rather written in stone, she'd help him escape if expected of her. But what Razor wanted and what would mean far more is if he fought despite what the vanishing squad may have done.

She didn't speak she didn't growl and her breathing was a controlled whisper virtually undetectable under the cacophony of war. Her steps even while running were silent and swift she was entirely predatory in the moment as she closed the gap. She immediately looked to dig her unbreakable metalic claws into his back. To decimate ribcage and lungs and to tear apart his spine with a stab that'd look to plant her claws on either side of the column and with a twist split the spine in two. And finally with a savage veracity she looked to bash her head into the back of his. For everything on her was sharp her skin and hair as capable of cutting as any weapon. It wasn't equal to her claws but none the less it'd look to rip apart flesh and fracture bone. No introductions, no approaching sounds she simply looked to pounce and then kill as quick as her entirely weaponized body could manage.

It was his previous action that saved him from falling prey to the assault from the razor bladed woman that was his additional opponent. Allowing him to sense her with or without any sound of movement. He turned his Trishula twirling into action even as a bit of his back experienced a few cuts before he had moved. He deflected most of the attacks, at least in time to prevent his own death or demise at present, when the head butt came his helmet took all the force but showed a rather large dent into it.

Much more of this and I'll have to use some more drastic measures. Too many assaults at once from too many powered and dangerous people. He thought. Instead of retaliating directly against her he simply increased the magnetic capacity that was beneath Vael which would hopefully drag the entire woman against the ground. Even if she possessed superstrength, which was probable considering the conditions, the ground itself wouldn't hold up to her trying to resist the magnetic pull, meaning she'd practically be trying to pull her way through space against the will of gravity. Ad he did that he used the ground beneath him and created the equivalent of a spring out of it sending him across the field to be opposite the side the woman was even if the metal she had was not pulled by magnetism.

(OOC: Physically he is actually a college student, if you checked Z's bio. Also he's wearing a mask and full body uniform essentially. So "old man" isn't exactly a probable thing to say.)

It was fortunate for him that he had already been using the Eyes of the serpent, meaning the change of light had done nothing to him but give him more information on her. The chill however he felt. A disturbing sensation, not one he was entirely unfamiliar with, but it brought back memories of things he wasn't pleased with. For this reason he removed his ability to feel fear and pain like a normal person, there was just too many things that those memories could cause. The names of powerful and dreadful demons, the memory of their actions, the knowledge that he was still being followed by them every moment of his life.

"No, witch, I have to come here, because as a Knight for justice it is my duty." He said lifting up his Trishula into the air, She didn't attack. That was a mistake. What she did was give me time. My sorcery may be impressive, but it is my alchemy and elemental manipulation that makes me so dangerous when it comes to terms of power and mystic skills.

He only had to stand there for but a few seconds as he released and changed the chemicals within the Knights of Justice, increasing their ability to survive and their will to fight. Restoring their wounds to normal and putting the recently dead into a state from which they could potentially be returned from death by scientific means. But that was not his only action, since he had been given this moment to strengthen his forces he took it as well to preform an attack as well. But not only at Vael

He released a massive surge of lightning from his Trishula, multiple bolts shot across the field towards the woman he was fighting, to the French soldiers and their equipment, towards the president @cognus_, towards Gaige @gaige, towards the woman fighting Vandal @contingency, and also towards the razorbladed one who had attacked him but a moment ago @_razor_.

This is not going as planned. Although we can easily defeat the french base at this point due to it's loss of much of its equipment, there are also too many who chose to defend him. This was an improbable scenario but still one I should have prepared for. The next attack will be better preformed and planned. I shouldn't have to use my power to win this, it puts a target on my back for the sorcerer's of agrabah and I don't want that. I need to do all this faster. Even if this fails we can still take down the presidents power bit by bit. And as that happens the power of Z will grow. But first this must be completed. Another attack from Gaige will be expected, the sorceress is most likely to attack my mind or destroy or redirect my attacks based off of her current state, however a high powered offensive is not out of the question either. Theme is probably darkness, chaos, destruction, and necromancy. We will see.

@cognus_: @kaija: @lowlaville: @contingency: @zafir_karim: @vael:

"Yeah and giants stepping on soldiers is why people are afraid of giant mutants. Call me naive but I have to believe theres a difference from revolution and spreading fear. But I'm not fighting for his ideals or yours." Referring of course to the president who was amongst the conflict. "I'm here to keep France from being the victim. I don't expect you to stand aside, I wan't you to try and find a better method then fighting fire with fire." She remarked in retort before the various rounds of combat would take place. Her first action was to have a drone fire a shot at Razor who was magnetically pulled into a chasm that split the earth. Metallic skeleton of the mutant had her the victim of the attack, but the telportational bullets of hers surpassed that. The selected slipspace was set to be the one for drones stored within the mech. So that seconds later Razor sat on the back of the pink mech. Her finger tips ever so slightly sinking into Mjolnir so as to hold on for what would come next. Though even as this was being considered Lizzy also attended to her drones.

Switching them to Slipspace fire the drones would begin shooting at the soldiers that drew near to the base. Disgustingly the magician had brought back even the dead, Lizzy didn't mind the critically injured being returned in a way. Sure it would mean more targets but at the least it meant less guilt on her end. However the dead returning was a perversion only further solidifying that this side was also wrong. Maybe the leader of France was bad but the leader becoming a necromancer was far from a positive one. More rockets fell a cover mostly as they'd been proven harmless by now. If he had to focus on the FAE however then that should let the drones be able to fire more frequently with magazines where one bullet was a conclusive shot. In addition to this in the pryer actions of her drones they'd been dispersing C4 based land mines. Meaning by now those factions should be boxed in with the risk of explosives beneath them any way they went besides perhaps retreat. Of course that wasn't to say it'd work just that thanks to the cover of FAE's the bombs had been planted.

Now however it came down to business as the giant before her performed a thunderous clap the mech couldn't help but be dropped to a lower altitude. Spiraling a bit Lizzy had to calibrate and recalculate as her flight systems struggled from the thunderous noise. The kind that briefly set fire to the air and shook her machine it's shields glittering as it struggled from the force. Amidst this fall though an attack was made towards the strange demon and the magician. Again the Killzone weapon system would open fire, over a hundred rounds had been fired each of their ways but this time they were not set to teleport a target into a pocket dimension. No for the next series of attacks with her guns taking inspiration from the misfire against the mysterious soldiers who'd came and left, she'd cut the slipspace rounds off from their intended use. Forging essentially bullet sized temporary black holes, essentially they didn't pierce but instead sucked away things trying to pull it apart on atomic level. It was a bullet that should burrow through almost any resource but the finest metals. It was around this time that lightning came for Lizzy and Razor who clung to the mech. As Lizzy readied to make a counter Rayne leapt for one of the small laser firing drones in the air.

A futile attack lightning was honestly as the machine had been programed to absorb electricity Mjolnir was able to tank the sudden jolt intended for her and Razor. This however did provide the giant back hand to land. Shields flashed and then vanished under the monstrous force. If Lizzy hadn't had made the recent updates that would have likely been the end of the machine right then and there. Instead of being flung back however Lizzy had an idea and struggled to keep in place so that her mech could touch the giant. "Sorry about this" she remarked as she began to attempt to absorb electricity in the body like she had the lightning strikes before. As one hand looked to do this the other sought to fire it towards the chest of the giant. Of course it was a vast understatement to call it lightning Lizzy had to guess. To operate with the fluidity this giant had the electrons and signals of the body had to be huge in comparison. Realistically most giants would probably have terrible reaction times, to not they probably had enough electricity in them to power cities. If this could work the lightning bolt should be a monstrous storm but not trusting it to be enough to stun the giant let alone put it down of course Lizzy wasn't done.

Two more lasers for the demon who fought the shield maiden, fast as light and hot as the sun, same for the necromancer battling France's magician. One for Razor's plan. That left eleven to use against the titan before her in the coming move. Using the slipspace ammunition as more black hole styled rounds, the dual miniguns dubbed Killzones would look to pepper the giant, particularly around the throat and heart. Odds were none of her rounds would have done a damn besides this however with the distinct form of the current bullets the hope was that they would in fact draw blood, that was where the laser systems the Hammers of Dawn came in. Washing over the giant's wounds was their intended action, the giant had taken a shot to the eye and still stood she didn't think the lasers would do much either. However they burned like suns, it was heat that would boil damn near anything and so in theory it might evaporate the rivers of blood that she suspected pumped through the titan. Hopefully resulting in a unconsciousness from blood loss that remove the biggest player on the field.

Razor however had a more simple attack to make placing herself before a Hammer of Dawn aimed at the necromancer she let it hit her. And thanks to her unique bones it'd push her instead of pass clean through. Though it did that to. Blood and guts as a comet trail alongside the visible laser as Rayne was thrown toward the magical threat. Not long after the laser tried to join the others in taking him down the taloned mutant would look to spear into him with the force of an oversized comet. As an object with mass she was not at light speed, by the time she reached the magician it'd likely only be above the speeds of reentry. However she came with a cloud of scorching plasma behind her and enough impact force to probably drive them a mile under ground if a fully successful hit. And yet evesn though her clothes were a ravaged charred on mess afterwards with innards showing and blood pooling still she'd be able to stand and continue.

@_gaige_: @cognus_: @lowlaville: @contingency: @zafir_karim: @vael:

Sorry about this

Kaija raised a single eyebrow as the pilot apologized for… having her shields broken? She finally caught a glimpse of the young pilot's face as she gave her preemptive apology. A normal, teenage-looking, Korean brunette...

A single thought, accompanied by waves of disappointment, ran through Kaija's mind as a normal human tried to tell her how to live her life as a horned freak, "Yeah, that's what I thought..."

Gigawatts of electricity burst forth from the little pink machine, flowing from Kaija’s hand to her entire body and tensing her muscles. She clenched her teeth and kept her sights on the machine, taking advantage of its proximity as it remained in place. She focused on her manipulating her hand, the small amount of motion that she could muster was enough to latch onto the machine, it’s entire form caged within massive fingers. The pilot maintained her resolve and continued attacking despite the giant’s grasp.

From within Kaija's right hand, the pilot began to fire at her. The instant that her rounds made contact with Kaija's skin, she could tell that these were not ordinary rounds being fired at her. Conventional firearms had been shown to produce little to no effect past a certain size, and Kaija, at the moment, was well beyond concerning herself with the operation of even .50 caliber rounds. These attacks, however, produced a sensation not unlike the daggers of frostbite, likely due to the similar effect that they were having on Kaija’s skin. When a person succumbs to frostbite, much like the current situation, the fluid inside of their tissues expands and causes cells to burst due to internal forces. Unlike frostbite, it wasn’t the expansion of ice crystals or cold temperatures within her tissues that caused damage, but rather, the movement of fluids within and around her tissues. Blood within capillaries, lymph fluid, intracellular fluid, it all began to race towards the gravitational pools at the points of contact and destroy cells along the way.

Kaija covered her throat and face almost reflexively as the machine began to fire upon her, her tearing, sore eye standing as a testimate to the fact that she needed to take caution when combating this clever foe. Still, given the colossal thickness and strength of every aspect of Kaija’s titanic form, the damage was progressive and it would take a great deal of time to whittle through her skin and connective tissues in order to begin to damage her blood vessels. Kaija was not going to stand in one place waiting to be shot to death by the strange “icy” bullets that her opponent was assaulting her with. Before she could react, the pilot began to bombard her once more with lasers. She managed to block the beams directed at her throat, but felt a searing pain as the beam fired at her chest began to enhance the effects of the gravity rounds. Kaija had had enough.

A quick survey of the area revealed that the machine in her hands had been the cause of the majority of the damage done to Zafir’s troops. Eclipse or, more importantly, Kaija knew of the terrifying power that government experiment wielded, but as long as the devil that stood by her side managed to occupy Alexis, then she could keep her focus on the wiry, pink death-machine. What this machine had lacked in raw power, it made up for in speed, range, and it’s ability to combat multiple opponents at once. Not exactly a weapon designed to battle Kaiju like those that Kaija was familiar with, but something far more advanced than she had never seen. Despite her respect for the young, female pilot, Kaija knew that this machine had to go if Zafir’s men had any chance of lasting. With her right hand holding the machine in place, she moved her left closer and closer to the source of the bullet-storm, her palm acting as more and more of an effective shield as it drew closer to the mech. She placed it in front of the machine in a manner that obstructed any direct view that the pilot or her weapons might have had of Eclipse, absorbing any projectiles that it may continue to fire at her. The pain of her assault barely noticeable in her combat-worn hands that were all but numb from her years of training.

“Stand down. I know you think me a monster, but I’ve seen you now. You’re just a normal human. You know nothing of what it’s like. If you want to protect France, then come back and fight me when I start attacking actual innocents. I’m here to right a wrong that no one’s bothered to address, not to take vengeance on anyone.” she paused for a moment then spoke once more before she began her own attack, “Sorry about this.”

Kaija slowly began to squeeze the machine from within her palm, gradually applying more pressure in an attempt to damage it beyond function. Her goal was not to harm or kill the pilot within, and unless the pilot was able to escape her titanic vice grip, she would continue to come down on the machine with more and more force until it was unable to function, yet leaving the pilot alive and unharmed inside. She wanted to prove that she wasn't a monster in her own way.

@kaija:

Being contained within the titanic grip placed a limit on how much damage her gunfire could do now. She could no longer shoot at anyone but the giant and the size and weathered hands implied results would be marginal so she focused fire. Two hundred rounds a minute would look to burrow into the palm and wrist looking to use the black hole like ammunition to sink further into the arm. The shields were coming back of hers but already struggling under titanic might. Odds were Lizzy wouldn't have long in Mjolnir at this rate, so it was time to try and maximize the results. As the grip tightened though a rib broke, and short yelp of pain escaped the young girl within the vice. Looking up she continued to talk, letting the slightly cracked windshield of Mjolnir reflect the monitor telling damage done. "I don't think your a monster, and I don't think you do see me. This suit is to help what otherwise are glass like bones. Until recently I hesitated to go outside, because the littlest things could break me. We all got problems, but fear isn't repelled by acts that spawn more of it. Your not wrong, I just think the way your going about it today is."

With that the Hammer of Dawn drones returned toward Mjolnir for a final salvo before the mecha would give out. They'd look to fire through the smallest of openings where the sunlight was let in. It was here they would collide with the lances of energy that Mjolnir would cast, each laser colliding to form a single spear of absolute though brief heat. Planck Temperature,pressumably 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. It dwarfed supernovas in its temperature. Its light was blinding to look at and traces of the light from it would actually linger after it'd been fired. It would look as if stars were in the horizon where the lance past. The sheer temperature of it all should in theory punch clean through anything even the most durable of metals including melting adamantium. It didn't last long, generating that energy burned out the Brutus cores for some time the laser casting drones would retreat and as soon as the grip let up Mjolnir would race off to Portal the airial transport drone. That one attack however aimed at the hole of previous Slipspace bullets Lizzy was confident would punch clean through wrist to elbow crippling the hand from combat use and carving a whole through the torso of the giant if the hold was positioned as Lizzy expected.

Now without Mjolnir this fight seemed impossibly one sided. But it changed nothing she still had her drones, a bit of time and the Hammer of Dawn systems could return standing on just a finger what hope could she really have of keeping up the fight. Still it didn't get to her "Just go home, please. Target the enemy and the enemy alone. Don't burry soldiers and level bases to prove the point. The great thing about those of us with power to change things, is we can evolve past the war tactics of before. Make change through ripples not tidal waves."

@kaija: @_gaige_:

And with this, I call check. The sorcerer disguised as revolutionary thought smiling behind his helmet. He released a wirlwind of mystic powers around the Knights of Justice to minimize incoming attacks and super speed their own bullets, as well as lift up and throw away bombs. It wasn't perfect, and he couldn't do it to all his soldiers. Thus far the certain losses of the knights was around two dozen dead, permanently, and another dozen still injured. But the losses of the base were more, they had significantly more men put out of combat and so much of their equipment had already been damaged before the fight actually started that they couldn't even move them all at full capacity.

The laser's that came towards him this time were less effective, being caught and absorbed into his Trishula and firing back at the drones. He didn't have to move at such speeds to utilize his abilities, his sorcery and alchemy was more something of the mind, and with his ability to sense things instantly now his abilities were significantly more capable.

...curse these beings that delay my safety! If they could only comprehend my predicament! I am doomed to Hell you creatures of feebleness! He thought angrily as he sensed the female weapon of razor's fall towards him, May a curse be upon you!

He couldn't move at that speed, and utilizing shapeshifting on her would be virtually useless at that speed. Which left only two options, shielding and teleportation. Due to the possibility of still ending up dead by teleportation he went with a shield. A barrier of pure energy pushing around him in a spherical form as his body was turned to face her holding his trishula out defensively to increase the power of the barrier. He clenched his jaw as she hit the barrier driving them down and shaking and creating destruction through the military base as they plunged to depths of dirt and stone burning the earth around them to a magma as they descended. In truth, that action had done more damage to the military base itself and to many of its inhabitants then some of his own attacks. The barrier finally broke as they finally hit the mile mark and Z's feet hit the molten stone beneath him burning them. Had he not already removed his feeling of pain a great shout of it would have left his throat, as it was he used alchemy to freeze the earth around them and push himself to a standing position but leaning on his Trishula.

"Don't you understand? How can you not see what this president intends to do? You are a fool! He hates your kind, wants them eliminated! No matter what he appears to say or do to keep people on his side, he will try to destroy us all!" Z shouted taking a deep breath as Trishula sprang into action striking against the wall of the hole she'd dug for them and causing it to began collapsing on them, "So be it, bury yourself like your trying to do to us who are in fear of him."

He slipped through the walls as he became intangible and began propelling himself upwards forcing his communications to work.

"We must take the base! Keep fighting! Don't give up! This victory shall decide the fate of our revolution to make France fair to it's people, to give justice to those who deserve it and kindness to those who need it!"

@_gaige_: @cognus_: @kaija: @contingency: @zafir_karim: @vael:

THIS. HAS. TO. STOP.

Vandal thought to himself. He could feel the forcefields manifest inside his body. "No..." He muttured, as a formless energy spread out of his body, instantly covering the area around the base. Contingency's forefields withered away until none of it remained. Vandal had one aim in doing this. The space around the base now belonged to him. Even though the barrier was practically invisible, its effects would be not. He had used his divine ability to warp the reality around the base. The space had become his. It would restrict teleportation, and other space-time effects like the mecha's bullets would become ineffective.

"Now....my minions; it is time." Vandal opened, summoning demon fodders to fight the battle, to overwhelm his enemies. They weren't strong, only about as strong as the human beings, but Vandal quickly directed them towards Vael, Cognus and Gaige.

He returned his focus to Contingency, teleporting once again, when he knew precisely now she cannot, and activated his second ability Corrosion. No matter how strong or durable she was, could she resist her very soul being burnt until nothing remained? This, Vandal had to see as he got behind Contingency, trying to put her within a headlock.

@zafir_karim: @_gaige_: @kaija: @lowlaville:

Contingency was focusing on her demonic looking foe when the corner of her eye caught a glimpse of the would be danger lines of Zafir's surging bolts of arriving lightning but they failed to come into contact with Contingency as she teleported away moments before they could come into contact and instead they burnt the ground she was previously standing upon, glancing towards the human out of the pink mech her brows furrowed with concern Dam, I'm the only heavy hitter here now I have to follow combat guide lines to see this through.

In the time span of a moment she dashed forwards towards the enemy giant not really caring at the moment of what Eclipse planned to do as all Alexis wanted to do at the moment is inflict a blow powerful enough to stun the giant for a while, so she traveled several times faster than the speed of sound and shoulder charged towards the giants ankle while putting several thousand tons worth of pressure behind the blow in an attempt to strike the giants ankle and damage it yet hopefully not enough to cause lethal damage but enough to hinder mobility, after this attempted attack she glanced towards Gaige and performed a casual hand gesture that would cloak not only the fellow brunette but also her drones from the naked eye thus giving a much need assist boost.

Contingency then saw her forcefields dissipate and transcendental cognizance became momentarily haywire as her vision adjusted to the sudden and significant increase in danger all around, still Contingency had not let up her actions and once again shoulder charged towards incoming demons that were originally aiming at Giage's last position and inflicted the same amount of damage she attempted on Eclipse towards Vandal's minions Okay, lets try that internal attack again Contingency attempted to manifest force fields but they failed, she attempted to manifest her Berserker armor but that too failed

Dam he's cast a debuff on this area, have to switch to E-Class tactics. With super human speed Contingency began to zig zag in an apparently erratic manner but this was subjective to perspective as she began to take evasive maneuvers to danger she saw which were moments from transpiring in her original positions, she saw an incoming attack so bright and sharp very clear signs of something that would be capable of harming her so she launched herself backwards with a mighty kick to the ground and twirled several hundred feet away one tenth of a second before the attack was able to hit her and there she watched as Vandal's Corrosion corroded away materials near his position. It was close a one but Contingency's superbly quick mind was already working out multiple potential solutions to this complicated predicament as she analyzed everything that has happened so far Regen,Teleportation,Debuff,Enhanced Physicals,FireManipulation, her mind wandered back to the counter attacks Spectral taught her in situations like this

"Learn how to prioritize your enemies abilities to the ones they depend on the most, then find out their limits and exploit it" Spectral states to Alexis as she's reading through a manual of different types of metas "So what if you come across a person who can manipulate the environment?" Spectrals ask her

"Beat him down faster than he can respond?"

Spectral chuckles "No, you take them out of their element"

Alexis stood her ground as she stared at Vandal calmly and raised her arms in a defensive stance, I can't get close to him but those shockwaves that giant performed earlier are the perfect thing for this Contingency made note to keep a distance of Corrosion's ranged limitations and began to use her invisibility to try to confuse Vandal as she moved so it would be difficult to tell whether she was teleporting or actually turning invisible and visible really quickly in conjunction with her super speed, after a few seconds of doing this she began to launch thunder claps these shockwaves would be incredibly powerful so she took great care in her attempts as she aimed them upwards so they wouldn't hit by standers or cause any more damage to the environment. Thousands of shockwaves escalated towards her foe in less than a moment each single one with enough force to vaporize multiple buildings but more importantly was the knock back effect, Contingency couldn't negate Vandal's reality warping field but perhaps she could knock him far away from it after all it seemed that all her foes capabilities had a limited effective range.

@zafir_karim: @_gaige_: @kaija: @lowlaville: @cognus_

Now tapping into the powers that had given her the name Void Terror Vael reached out with one hand. As the lightning bolt sent her way struck it, it was instantly transmogrified by her reality manipulating ability from the raw power of a bolt of lightning into a metal rod six feet in length that she grabbed by the haft. She spun the new weapon around and in the midst of spinning it the opposing tip morphed into a pointed end. The Void Terror's eyes glowed brilliant gold as power coalesced around the newly shaped six foot spear and the molecules in contact with it began to morph and bend to her will. Vael's ample study since arriving on Earth had taught her a great many bits of useful information, not the least of which was physics. With an ample understanding of the concepts of gravity she used her ability to manipulate reality's very fabric through the molecules in direct contact with the spear. She tapped into the connecting gravitons and turned the former lightning bolt turned spear into something else entirely, a hyper accelerated projectile.

She spun and flipped around and as she landed she flicked her wrist and released the new weapon. The spear shot out at C, or in more pedestrian terms, the speed of light. To anyone without the ability to both perceive and process information at the speed of light, there would be nothing to see, nothing to react to because the difference in time between the speed at which the spear traveled and the speed at which the mind processed information may as well have been centuries. After the fact there would be a blurry after image of...something...traveling so fast as to create a blur of silvery light. This would be followed by a thunderous THOOOM! as air rushed to fill the vacuum created by the passing of a solid object at the speed of light. Well aware of the affects friction would have on the object it wasn't composed of just any metal, with a touch the lighting bolt had been transfigured into Adamantium.

So it was that traveling at imperceptible speeds the spear was heated to temperatures that would instantly vaporize anything in direct contact with it, so hot was its wake that it destroyed the air it passed through and the air in front of it was just as hot its passing creating a building wave of heat, a corona of death followed shortly by a blazing hot metal tip and it was aimed straight for the upper rib cage of the towering @kaija where she hoped it would travel straight through her body, aimed at an upward projection that would likely take the projectile into space where it could do no further harm. The void caused by its passing could potentially suck out organs and bones, pulping or super heating (or both) whatever it touched. Vael wasn't certain the move would take the giant woman down, but it would at the very least (hopefully) cause enough damage to force her out of the fight or significantly inconvenience her.

The Void Terror wasn't done, though it was her only attack on Kaija. Gripping her bo-staff in her hands Vael vanished from sight, phasing between planes of reality, she materialized among the troops Zafir had brought with him. She became a whirlwind of annihilation, her bo-staff moving at bone shattering speeds as she used her lifetime of training, experience and agility to launch attack after ruthless, potentially crippling attack at Zafir's soldiers. She never stopped to see the damage, whirling through them like a tornado, vanishing and re-appearing a rapid succession of pattern-less assaults intent to make countering her with weapons virtually impossible.

Every attack was aimed to cripple, striking at knees, elbows, shoulders and even backs...every strike more about speed than raw physical strength but backed by a level of strength built up by years of careful work outs and training to hone her body into a lightning quick, agile fighting machine with the striking power to break bones, all led by her cold-vibranium bo-staff. Vael was no more kind to the Demons sent after her. Her furious movement sent strike after crippling strike into their bodies, crushing bones and damaging deep tissue. In her dance like maneuvers through the demons she followed bo-staff strikes with simple touches that reached beyond the mortal realm, gripped the soul and dragged it free of the body to be consumed by Vael's own body, broken down by the Void Stuff that was laced through her every cell. When the wave of enemies directed at her was cleared and a wake of soldiers assaulted she strode forward towards both Zafir and Vandal.

"Peasants and demons? You attack me with peasants and demons?" Her voice echoed as she spoke, as if she were speaking from multiple locations of existence at the same moment, the echo lagged just slightly behind her normal voice. "I thought you wanted to win?"

@kaija: @lowlaville: @contingency: @vael: @zafir_karim:

"Enough of the side lines" Athalia had decided, she was done with this particular faction and she would let her anger show in the moments to come. When she had started she was in complete agreement that France was in need of change. She'd been waiting for what her and Aren considered the right time to strike. However it was clear now that the leader of the attacking revolutionary side was hardly any better. They had just cast demons to help fight France, Athalia wasn't the most noble of women. She wasn't virtuous but there had to be a line. And any side that summoned demons she was confident to say had crossed it. So time stopped for the glass cannon of a mutant, and it was there she saw what Vael had done. A spear heading for Eclipse, the only likeable person on Athalia's side from what the emerald giant could tell. Granted at only eight feet tall she was nothing compared to the actual colossus that was her Gothic themed team member.

Leaping into the air Athalia passed the numerous incinerated roof tops between where she'd been in the spear in the tiniest fractions of a second. Passing the destructive war zone that had been a base to reach the spear that had been thrown. At the speed of her sudden jump the entire building Athalia had been on collapsed. Blown asunder by what looked to be monstrous might but in truth was just the physics breaking properties of her motion. She gripped the spear, and spun, the action was so swift it ravaged the sound barrier afterward as plasma lingered in the ionized air and the elements screamed in protest of what Athalia had done. However it was successful and suddenly the adamantium javelin was racing toward Zafir.

It moved fast as light, it was almost impossible for all but time manipulators and speedsters to watch. It wasn't fast it was simply there and gone before most would ever register. AIr was explosive in its wake rushing to fill the gap the very tail of energy behind it was as destructive as countless atomic bombs. What was worse though was the spear being sent the magician's way. Behind that adamantium tip, that raced toward his heart though aim hardly mattered was monstrous piercing power. It wouldn't last long, matter was not intended to go that speed. However for a brief moment that bladed point would strike with infinite mass. It wasn't like being hit by the towering Kaija, or by say Thee Champion or so on. Though perhaps they could hit as hard Athalia didn't really know, she was honestly just a boxing mercenary. No rather the physical force alone behind the spear was enough to rip a person apart on an atomic level, a strength that might even break the spear amongst impact. It was monstrous horrific, and really Athalia knew she was likely in over her head and going to die today.

When she fell to a scorched roof top beside Kaija and Gaige she sighed. Her left hand was a mangled mess, anyone could tell. Every bone was shattered within it, her arm was a charred black and hung like a wet noodle more then a limb. She wasn't actually strong and the cost of the redirected attack was crippling. Better Z however then the giant or nerd Athalia had decided. "I'm making a heel turn. The president is shit, I'd rather him then someone who sides with a devil however. I also just don't want to fight any of the ladies here god damn." Athalia remarked with a laugh to try and combat the pain. The giant, the mage, Razor the nerd and shield maiden it was quite a roster. However as things were far from over once more the emerald boxer leapt crossing the distance to try and close in on the naked devil upon the field. Directly after the barrage of Contingency Athalia would come.

Using her abilities to alter the effects of her attacks Athalia's punches would cast a ever deepening crater instead of massive levels of damage. Constricting the barrage that otherwise would befall her assault. However within that radius however was dozens of punches akin to that of the spear before. Athalia didn't want to pummel the devil into submission. She wanted to obliterate him in a blitz of echoing haymakers meant to leave nothing left. She would do her best to go until her right arm was as ravaged as her next. Having decided that the possibility of being crippled or even dead was better then a rule under Z. She wasn't a good person and she was nothing like the others invested in the fight, but by now none of that mattered.

@kaija: @lowlaville: @contingency: @vael: @zafir_karim:

"Shame it had to come to this." Aren remarked looking out at the noisy light show of a battle taking place. It had been quite the spectacle, tanks and soldiers galore all behind fabulous desplays from the unconventional. Air strikes of blazing infernos that eventually became little more then clouds of fire above the factions involved. Drones flew about shooting and dropping bombs all of which was being directed away. A pink haired girl fights a demon, her moves graceful and wondrous very little could touch her though. That wasn't to say the devil was without merit, shit he had come back from having his head blown in. The death from above pink mech was a marvel of engineering, the teenager inside a master of multitasking. However for all that engineer could dispatch the giant who crushed tanks like insects endured phenomenally. Meanwhile the clashing magic casters had showcased abilities that begged further analysis. All those two could do, it was quite the marvel. And then of course there was Razor who could be seen clawing her way up to the battle now despite her body bringing a new meaning to mangled mess.

It was beautiful, but it had shown some true colors in Aren's eyes. The soldiers of Zafir Aren had decided were unworthy. All their survivability came from Z, and while she could respect his efforts to keep his pawns alive. She felt they were bad pawns. They didn't deserve his attention, though she barely found him better. He attacked the mage instead of the president he wasnt properly focused on the objective. And while his troops and magic had laid rest pretty thoroughly to the army base what about preparation for the follow up. It lacked an attention to detail the hacker wanted to see. It also showed dishoner to her, the call of demons the ways of defense. Today had respectful enemies, but they seemed to be to her treated like the same peasents as the soldiers. He was treating bishops and knights of the enemies as if they were just pawns. This alliance, it was done.

Bringing up her laptop the hacker did her best to tap into the technology of the Knights of Justice. She would do everything she could think of. From shutting off radios to trying to armor lock power armor if they had it. She'd do her best to dismantle any heads up displays or turn off any guns that used electronics. To power down tanks and APCs, and jam their weapon systems. To make the doors lock and refuse to be open proper. Anything she could do to halt the soldiers from functioning proper. She did this through a unique vision that saw weak points in the world around her. Rewriting and breaking codes and systems with a supernatural fluidity. Her hands dancing along the keyboard as if she were casting a complex spell. Then confident for better or worse she had done what she could she readied to rush into the of combat.

With a flip she dropped from the window of her hotel room to fall to the street below. Using the force to soften what should have been a fall that shattered her legs. Dashing forward she entered the military compound, leaping over some fences and diving through the holes of others. A sequence of parkour using movemnts to go from point A to B in no time. The air was disgustingly hot as she closed in on the magician looking like she was coming to the assist. Though it was likely he knew better by then. After the previous actions made however her own strike would come, it'd look like nothing. What could a hacker's fist do in comparison to lasers, black hole like bullets, monstrous spears and all the other colorful assortment of attacks that had come? Well that was simple, with every punch and palm strike made Aren looked through the force to identify weak points. The technique of Shatter point was her gift, and amongst her many strikes that looked to shatter bones and organs she already had a glaring weak point to mix into her flurry of strikes. Previously Razor had dented the helmet upon Zafir's brow. Every once in awhile Aren would strike for there, where a successful blow she believed would shatter the helmet and pop the cranium like a gore based frag grenade. "You bring so much aid, but never let your men prove themselves from what I can see."

@kaija: @lowlaville: @contingency: @vael: @zafir_karim:

It was agonizing as the world fell in on her already ravaged body. Her organs were coated in frost, the smell of her blood boiled to a vermillion mist clung to the air as she briefly lay there. It was horrendous what she had endured all to no real avail. As her skeleton glistened wet with ichor from being burned away and muscles were torn like tissue paper. Then came the stone and dirt, spilling into wounds and stinging like salt. The heavy rocks crushed her doing their best to flatten her slender figure. She didn't talk or resist, her body to dedicated to repair to keep fighting or for her to speak. Eventually though it stopped.

In the distance feint whispers of the ongoing battle could be heard. And she laid there as her body just stitched itself together. It took some time, the various conditions constantly getting in the way of recovery. In time though she was back and began to dig her way back up. The cave in giving Rayne what she needed to climb to the surface. It wasn't easy it tore at her muscles and her body still ached from all it had endured. Eventually though she had done it. Her bloodied claws, her gore and earth stained body rising to the surface.

She coughs up a cloud of dirt and takes a moment to catch her breath. "You don't know me very well. I know his intentions. I've taken on suffering to help the extremists get it out of their system. I'm a weapon and I'm pretty sure I know the suffering of our kind more then the brilliant magician ever will. I'm an instrument death, you want to impress me? Don't give me your lecture like you f---ing know struggle. Just fight me like a man or like a mutant instead of hiding behind magic. Cause so far you disgust more then Cognus ever could." Her feral smile caked in blood like well just about everything else of her image.

@_razor_: @lowlaville: @contingency: @vael: @the_girl:

Demons!! No. They've come. Not again. They're always after me. It won't end. This time they're here to thwart my plans. It was so impossibly well crafted how could it be anything else? They join a side, make them feel like they are winning, then they destroy them. Why Vandal? You fool! You have summoned forces of darkness you don't seem to understand! Zafir thought angrily as he examined his present situation. He could sense the actions of everyone above him as he rose, he could sense the sorceress preparing a projectile of power, and instinctively prepared his Trishula to turn whatever it was into a gas which would be dispersed if it neared him. And while it wasn't targeted for him, it did indeed end up heading his way, redirected by the green giant the projectile rocketed towards him. And as predesigned became merely a gas and began dispersing. But anything moving at such a speed had other effects, once again, like with the lasers from Gaige, even though it did not directly hit him it still created an effect, sending him forwards as the gas suddenly moved out of place and sucked him forwards with a loud clap like thunder. He was not truly injured aside from a now ringing in his ears as he still managed to decrease the damage. But things continued to get worse.

He then saw the green giant attack Vandal, I cannot help a demon summoner. No matter if he was a trump card for me, all he'll do in the end is destroy me. Kill him whoever you are, rip him apart and leave nothing to grow back!

Despite his anger about the situation he did not lose his attention to everything else occurring, and it was good thing as well. For soon someone attempted to hack into his mens equipment. And while very little of it relied on technology aside from the communications it would still limit their coordination now, which meant they would have to continue with the orders they'd been given.

And then she came in to try and hit him, he danced backwards as the first strike begin to hit his Trishula coming into play to deflect and defend as he launched himself across the battlefield sending a barrage of ice into the base's soldiers below, and the demons with them, though he didn't know if it would harm these ones. Even as the force sensitive came to fight him so did the razorbladed woman from earlier, "No. I was born different, Cognus is not the one who I fear, I fear those creatures summoned by that monster that they manipulated to end up on my side. Demons. Because I was born to sorcery I could summon them easily if I chose to, and for that same reason they haunt me every night and day. But I have to protect mutants who do fear a person, and that person is Cognus. Not everyone regenerates like you woman of blades, not everyone can survive under him. He is planning things that will destroy us. So I try to make sure that those who actually care about the future of mutants like I do get that chance to stop him."

He kept his distance from the force sensitive and Razor with carefully produced blasts against the ground, knowing full well that while his skills with the Trishula were exemplary he had his limitations and needed to use his abilities for other matters. He held the Trishula carefully, and sat down concentrating on the energy inside of it creature a surge of electromagnetic energy with a specific route. This route avoided his own mens tanks and communicators but spread out for several miles in every direction seeking out camera's and vehicles and anything with a battery that wasn't protected. It also sought to burn at the force sensitive and the mutant.

Things were just looking up. Now I have demons interfering and two more people likely who intend to defeat me. I could order a retreat soon enough but I have to make sure it is done well. If I can't take the sorceress out of play then a retreat would be pointless. And with these two both trying to kill me that makes this a very difficult situation. Of course any attempts at killing the president were lost the moment the sorceress showed up, she created a sort of variable that would eliminate assaults on him. And then these two showed up just when she went off against the Knights of Justice again making killing him incredibly difficult. The demons have surely worked against me today.

@_gaige_: @cognus_: @contingency: @zafir_karim: @vael: @lowlaville: (I had alot to respond to, lol)

Kaija could feel the machine's structure give way as she slowly rendered it inoperable. The bullets that the pilot continued to fire at the giant's palm were little more effective then they had been on her chest, and far less of a hindrance. Drones flew in and fused into a cannon behind Kaija's palm and out of her view as the pilot began her counter-attack. The sound of a weapon preparing to fire concerned her a bit, and she moved her palm closer to the machine. And then it fired. Pain shot through Kaija's hand as the ungodly weapon let loose its fury, burrowing through the tissues in the giant's hand. She altered the position at which she held the machine and tightened her grip slightly... and then the pain spiked.

A narrow beam of light tore through the back of Kaija's hand and shot into the sky, covering the base in a midday corona and baking the air around them. The area filled with blinding light and the rooftops of nearby buildings were set ablaze. Kaija's eyes were forced shut and she released her grip from the machine, it's final attempt at freedom succeeding as it dropped from the giant's palm and began to fall towards the earth, broken and out of power. Kaija stumbled backwards into some nearby buildings, stunned more by the bright light assaulting her retina than anything else. As her eyesight slowly returned, she heard the voice of the young pilot below her, as proud and bold as it had been while she was still hiding behind the frame of her nimble, pink machine.

Just go home, please. Target the enemy and the enemy alone. Don't bury soldiers and level bases to prove the point. The great thing about those of us with power to change things, is we can evolve past the war tactics of before. Make change through ripples not tidal waves.

"You are absolutely insane, you know that? Although I guess you did rush into a battle of gods nGods with nothing but a tiny pink robot." Kaija thought to herself, smirking a bit, "Try not to die then."

She met eyes with the grounded pilot for a moment, her tiny form reflecting back down upon her in the deep, red eyes of the giant who stood baffled by the young girl. If she wanted to she could murder the girl. She could do all sorts of violent things in this moment. But, much to Kaija's own surprise, she didn't want to. There was no point in attacking the enemy if it no longer posed a threat. To Kaija, it would be a disgrace to end a hero that she knew would be right there to defend the UNKD if it were ever under siege. Kaija would turn her attention elsewhere. She would continue her assault on the other forces opposing her current leader. And she wouldn't become the kind of monster that the young brunette spoke of.

As Kaija began to proceed forward, a sensation overcame her. The wave of energy coming from the king of demons had an unusual effect on her. She could feel it like a thick smoke. It called to her. It eased her. And for a moment, she lost herself. A moment of derealization where she felt like she was... something else. And exactly where she needed to be. Her eyes trailed over to the monster, she couldn't stop herself from being enraptured. Her thoughts began to become more and more malevolent as she thought about the situation around her. Her eyes began to glow a brighter read and a sadistic smile grew between her lips. And before she could answer the call, an ally freed her from her trance.

A line of small, bright explosions trailed from the witch on the ground to the sky near Kaija and then towards Zafir's current position. A thud directed Kaija's attention towards the young girl who had accompanied them into the base. She lay sprawled out atop a nearby rooftop, a mangled arm and a deranged smile on her face as she seemed to laugh the vigor and health back into her own body. And then she spoke to the giant:

I'm making a heel turn. The president is sh*t, but I'd rather him then someone who sides with a devil however.

"A Devil." Kaija thought, gazing over towards the man who could hold his own against Contingency.

Kaija couldn't deny that the creature was a horrible abomination. Or at least, that he was supposed to be. Something about him was... comforting. His aura, and the legions of hell that scurried below her like vicious rats looking to swarm helpless prey... they were... nice. They were good. Kaija's heart and her mind held two very different opinions of the supposed horrors surrounding her. It was this conflict, this... division that bothered her in this moment. The fact that she could look upon hell and feel comfort, the fact that she was drawn to a devil, the fact that she felt at home surrounded by the maelstrom of Hades that terrified her.

"What is happening to me?" Kaija thought to herself as she found peace in the perdition around her, "Oh god, Alexis is fighting a..."

A familiar streak of purple zipped past the giant, knocking one leg up into the air and tripping her. As the demons and soldiers around her scattered to avoid the impact of the falling titan, Kaija found comfort that her oldest friend had managed to survive in such a hostile situation. Although she wanted to take the base, Kaija never expected for the US' weapon against planetary threats and beyond to bother with tasks such as defending a base. Even stranger was the fact that anyone from Wolf Company was involving themselves with French matters. She shrugged and rolled onto her feet and rose to observe the situation and plan out her next attack while her focus was still her own. Unfortunately, she wouldn't be able to properly assist Zafir or his associates at the moment given the scene.

There's a reason why Kaija wasn't a first response soldier. For all of her power and physical control, she was as much of a liability to an army as an asset. Although she could rise to tackle the largest of threats or reduce herself to an undetectable spec to creep about in shadow, Kaija's powers were more destructive than anything when it came to engaging in conventional warfare. Legions of demons and undead soldiers littered the ground, engaging opponents all throughout the base, and any attempts that she could make at attacking her foes would only result in her killing more allies in the process. Given the massive army that had recently collected, as well as the lack of current danger for her to concern herself with, she decided to hold her position until she was again given instruction and was certain that she would be more of an asset than a liability. Even Zafir himself was engaging threats that, at the moment, she wouldn't be able to properly assault without endangering her boss in the process.

She took a seat and noticed the sound of buzzing drones nearby, then thought of Contingency and one of the abilities that she held in her vast plethora of powers. She laughed for a second, then spoke to the young pilot who was hidden in the field of demons and ghouls. Perhaps she could sort out the madness that had recently overcame her.

"Hey, Brunette Korean girl. I know you're there, so don't pretend like you aren't. And chill out, if I was gonna do something I would've already covered up all that sound with my foot. Why didn't you leave with your mech? That seems like it would've been the better choice, no?" Eclipse crossed her arms as she spoke to the small girl, "Better question. I saw you on the news when the sh*tstorm went down in Nebraska. Why join a war with gods flying around, are you insane or what? What do you get from all of it?"

@vael: @the_girl: @arenaceus_: @zafir_karim: @kaija: @contingency:

Vandal had an aim coming to this base. He wanted to betray Zafir, use him to take over France. However, Vandal did not want to or even think he would ever need to use all his powers. However, first there was a machine, a machine he didn't think was very powerful, but it destroyed his body. Next came a girl, a girl that tried to kill him. Any semblance of holding back disappeared with that.

One of the first things Vandal did was use his reality warping to hijack the space around the base. Everything in it was supposed to be under his control. Everything. Gravity, Sound, Air, Space & Time. He'd specifically locked the space and time due to her foes who had abilities along the lines. Gaige had unloaded bullets that could teleport him to an other dimension, while Contingency could teleport and apparently make force-fields inside of him. These were effects Vandal knew he had to eliminate.

As his second move, Vandal summoned his demons. They were there for one reason, and that was to help Zafir and his men take control of the base. As his divine energy spread out and started opening portals everywhere around the base, his divine sense came into contact with the Giant's. She'd done a marvelous job thus far. She had singlehandedly eliminated perhaps the biggest threat in the base. By comparison, he was being a mere annoyance. But it was more than just the GIant's menacing figure, and her display of strength when she apparantly let loose with hellish winds that impressed Vandal. It was at the realization of what she was. Or at least, a part of her heritage was.

Vandal was the current serving Demon King. He could feel, sense and talk to demons. What this giant girl was, was something he now knew full well. His aura almost drove her over the edge. "A powerful demon, I have to find the time to talk to her afterwards." Vandal told himself. The girl seemed to be doing pretty well.

He returned his attention to Contingency, who seemed to have swiftly avoided him, and, teleporting? No. Can't be. Most likely a bluff. Still, Vandal was far too slow to keep up with her. He could fix that. While they were within his Reality Warping Field, he could. Vandal just gave it a thought, buffing his body with new found speed and durability. He gazed at the Giant girl, momentarily reinforcing her physical structure and giving her a speed boost, and reverted damage done to her by the mechanical marvel. She was still crawling around somewhere, was she not?

Vandal reacted just as powerful shockwaves sought him out. They had enough force to sweep away the entire base if let go unhindered. Enough force to throw him across country if he were to permit such a monstrosity to exist. But was he willing to let it exist? This was clear as day when Vandal simply raised his fingers to his lips, as if asking Contingency to hush. As he did so, the previously violent space ripples seemed to have met black-holes as they started spiraling out of existence. No threats existed for one such as Vandal where he did not permit it, where he would not permit it to exist.

Just as Vandal was about done dispelling Contingency's attack, the sorceress Vael made a move. She had launched a seemingly vicious attack to end the Giant's life. Vandal wasn't going to permit such an atrocity. However before he could begin to do anything, a Green human being, about 6'5" tall made an appearance out of nowhere. She had deflected the spear, from the giant, but redirected towards another one of his allies? What was this? The green human charged directly towards him, her fists whizzing with multiple blows, the deadliness of which Vandal was not sure about. However, Vandal couldn't afford to be distracted with a threat such as the pink haired maiden he had to face. He simply waved his hand, and a powerful shockwave would emerge right in front of the Green Giant, seeking to blow her away.

Too many distractions. Too Many foes. This was Vandal's dilemma. His supposed partner began attacking him in the end. Vandal wasn't surprised, nor particularly angry at this prospect. After all, he too was planning to do something similar to Zafir. Like a madman, Zafir began to attack his demons. He spoke of practical heresy. With only a thought, Vandal would make spikes of 20" thick Iron spring out from underneath Zafir for 50 meters, this was aimed to kill him.

Vandal moved, raising a hand towards Contingency, "Freeze!" He ordered, whereby the area around his nemesis would practically stop, grinding time to a halt. This was a spontaneous effect, one which was invisible, and one his opponent couldn't possibly evade. Still, there was a chance that the girl would avoid it or escape nonetheless. It appeared that she could sense where he was coming from and when he was going to attack her. This hinted towards a precognitive ability. Such abilities were of a certain degree of convenience in the grand scheme of things. Vandal once more teleported to behind Contingency, who if he had succeeded in pulling off the previous move, would be frozen in time, thus allowing him to catch her within his divine ability: corrosion. It would thus slowly eat her away until nothing would remain.

@lowlaville: @zafir_karim:

"You're the biggest joke I think I've ever met." The mutant remarked walking through the continuous chaos that had befallen the base. Demons attacked her and of course many by numbers had managed to strike blows. They tore at her flesh and she tore back, the issue coming from the latter. For they were a lesser breed of devil and where her body stitched itself back up, the demons found themselves with limbs tossed aside and ripped away. The trail of gore was nightmarish and altogether hard to tell who's blood fell where. The mutant's vermillion ichor constantly clashing with that of the vermin casted from hell. Then came spikes from the cracked and burnt earth and it to did it's part. Piercing the mutant impaling her dozen times over.

She merely pulled free and hacked away letting herself continue as she began cutting away the earthy blades that dared get in her way. Like a machete in the rain forest she made her way toward the leader of the attack. "I don't think you heard me." She remarked with a cold stare and shaking her glistening blades of the thick coat of gore that had been upon them. Then came an attack of lightning and who knew if it would even hit the rest of the combatants given the unshielded Rayne. Along her bones was metal and as such she a natural conductor for the electric currents. It burned and steam and smoke rose from her body. Muscles blackened under her pale flesh as they were cooked by the shock. Stubborn however didn't even begin to describe Razor as she continued.

"You're soldiers wouldn't of made it this far without your intervention. They are not fit to be the army of this nation. You align with a demon and worse, you don't even know the monsters on your side it would seem." Cognus knew the monster of blades he'd enlisted, she knew the extremist she had chosen to side with. "You say "us" and yet you proceed to fight with magic. You don't fight like a mutant you fight like a mage. But more importantly you continue to talk like I don't know the side I'm on. I fight for change, not the outcome. Im an instrument. So shut up. And fight me like a man, or like a mutant. Because all I see is a coward behind casted spells not fit to lead my kind." An emphasis having been placed on the word my. As if to say that Zafir was an outcast of the very thing he claimed to be. Her movements for awhile sluggish as she'd repaired only now able to really make much of an attack. And even then it hurt with a remarkable agony her body not wanting to move.

With that however she did attempt to strike, the blade of her foot hacked through the air as a sudden kick looked to drive the blade deep into the skull of the magician. The follow up of a sudden thrust looking to drive her fist clean through the mutant magician's shoulder. And to be fair though they had the upper tiers of cutting force it was nothing like the numerous attacks the man had insultingly tanked. He had overcome so much, all of which though seemed through the arcane though and was meaningless to the mutant. Even if her attacks continued to be a failure as so many were it did drive home the point to her. That the enemy was unfit to rule.

@kaija: @lowlaville: @_razor_:

Zafir increased his brain and nervous systems capabilities to an extreme, and then created a sort of sub dimensional flux with his brain allowing him to think and sense partly outside of time, which meant he could also use his abilities at a more rapid pace.

The iron spikes he could sense forming, there were only two present who would be trying that, Vandal, and Vael. Shame for you, since alchemy is my greatest power, iron is an easy material to alter. As they began to form and come out of the ground and he came into contact with them he turned them into liquid water spilling onto the ground. He then reactivated his communications with his people, but making sure they didn't reach Vandal, "Vandal has employed the help of monsters. We are not terrorists, we are not simple criminals. We are here for justice, and then he brings in monsters from Hell, demons. I cannot condone this behavior! We should not condone it! He is no longer one of us, he has become a threat to our very cause for justice. Do not attack him however, but be careful for he is dangerous."

He then sent another message to Kaija: "You need to take out the mutant with blades. She is not extremely dangerous to me but she is definitely a threat if I don't keep my head, and even more so if she goes after the Knights. She has an extreme healing rate so damage won't do. So if you can throw her to far away to be a threat for this anymore that would be of great assistance. Next target the president if possible."

He turned to Razor as she tried to reach she spoke, he'd heard worse insults, or rather, he'd heard curses. "I did not employ demons, this Vandal did. He was a fool for doing so. I shall never knowingly side with men like that. And to be truthful, the only reason I even had to use my powers is because of the sorceress and Gaige, which means the soldiers of this military base did worse then it's citizens ultimately, all we had to do was outsmart them. I use sorcery, alchemy, and elemental manipulation. Just because the only mutations you can understand are physical just means you lack intelligence. " He spoke in a calm manner but kept his senses open for any deception. And as he spoke he prepared to activate a trap, then she attempted a kick, he only barely got his arms up in time with the trishula in the way. It possessed much force and threw him to the side with a grunt as the leg hit his helmet causing a second dent to form and a crack in between the two dents. He responded quickly sweeping the Trishula to deflect the next attack which then only cut into his arm slightly allowing a stain of blood to show. I've grown tired. But I refuse to end this. The trap is now set.

Zafir had just used elemental manipulation and alchemy in the air and ground, forming underneath it a vast assortment of tunnels doomed to collapse the base when he chose, and a second one, generating a chemical into the air designed to explode when high speeds were reached so any time a soldier of the base fired BOOM right in front of them, he had just to make sure Kaija didn't run into this. He had also signalled the stealth team who had already caused massive amounts of damage to the equipment of the base's defenses and weapons, telling them to leave.

The military of the Knights were focused on one side of the base, the stealth team had greatly disabled the functions of their equipment, Z was still inside, Kaija would soon be coming to take out the mutant who had been a nuisance to him directly for some time by now and then to the president the cause of much hate against mutants and metahumans.

All of this was draining him, mentally and physically. A score of demons had been summoned and he hated them more then anything else. They always were against him because he was secretly against them in Agrabah. They were here to torment him as they had in the past.

The Olympus

"Let me guess. " Heels clack, as she strolls over, leaning forward, hovering over the top of his chair.

"Yet another metahuman terrorist group has launched yet another terrorist attack in yet another attempt at dethroning yet another nation for it's anti-metahuman ideals. And the U.N. is calling us on behalf of france to combat this threat that conventional and unconventional militaries alike have found difficulty in combating." Sarcasm radiated off her every motion.

"...The U.N. hasn't-"

*RING RING*

*RING RING*

Moya smile and reaches over for the phone, picking it up and walking off. "Maverick Incorporated. Yes....yes. Of course. Well...you see..." SHer palms hover in front of her head, her eyes checking her manicure.

Five minutes later.

"Well, if you insist. We'll be there in 20 minutes."

*CHING*

Incoming Transmission:

The Olympus traveled at the same exact speed as the international space station. 17,150 miles per hour. Meaning that, in 90 minutes, Maverick could reach any place on earth.

Eric Bradshaw saw in the orbital drop pod, a platoon of men all around him, all waiting in silent anticipation of the threat before them. A mission like this hadn't come in a while, and against a threat lesser known. The footage played, tanks exploding. A thing eating missiles like mites.

Same shit different day.

The pod drops, and elsewhere, a jet roars through earth's upper orbit in from the skies of Algeria, about to reach air space of France in that specified time time of twenty minutes.

(Bradshaw) Alright Nemaz, you're recon. We need to know what we're up against.

The plane shakes a bit as it penetrates deeper and deeper into the earth's atmosphere, fins expanding and jets to the fornt of the vehicle angling for it to be able make the drop. Once in and at a reasonable speed, the Pilot release the pod. The aerodynamic, man sized pod goes down like a sabot, opening up in the air and then shooting out to release the man within. Freefalling, the Umbran operator peers fearless through the sky, the base below and approaching rapidly. The air rushes, and his wingsuit expands out between his legs and from his arms to the back of his heals. He spins and dives like an eagle, his keen predatory eyes intent on landing on the base undetectable by radar and visual means due to his small size and advanced armored camoflauge. His terminal velocity lowers, and his skill and physique is such that he knows he'll land without needing so much as a Parashoot. A target eminant, be brace for landing, his hand drawing his kurkri instantly.

The he drops in from the sky a blur, swooping down like an eagle as he takes the man's head with a single slash and an ample grab. The men turn as the headless man sprays wildly in all directions, dropping his gun as he hits the ground. Some fifty feet away, a man gets up from his landing, turning slowly, a gun in one hand and their comrad's head in the other.

Gunfire. accompanies the noise of blades going through flesh.

Elsewhere.

Bradshaw was alone, in a way. There wasn't anyone around him in his immediate vicinity. This was always his role, the survivor. The one who drew out of the enemy and let him expose what he could do long enough.

(Nemaz) The air contains something remiscient of a fuel air explosive. gunshots seems to be triggering small contained explosions.

His gun was put away, as he simply drew his HF Knife.

@zafir_karim@_gaige_@lowlaville@kaija

The Explosive's shaped charge blew a hole big enough to fit a bus through, blowing chunks of concrete and dust at speeds to make them as lethal as an explosion. Dust flew up. All over the base, bullets manifested through the walls as Snipers. Friendly forces were given time to recuperate as Maverick revealed themselves, pulling the soldiers back and giving them opportunity to recover from staggering losses of personal and equipment. Retreat with personal and equipment to another base where they could get more support. At this point there was little left was simple. Destroy the enemy,

Soldiers smiled at hearing the area responded to fast speeds of gunfire and speedsters even. Distraught they couldn't use their guns? Hardly. It was an interesting challenge to maneuver around, but Bradshaw instructed his men to take advantage of the opportunity. Plain Ol' Pneumatic grenade launchers chucked nanostructed thermobaric grenades indoors. The supersonic explosions met with the air and cause massively augmented and spectacular displays of flames and catastrophic shockwaves, to the point of sustained assualt proving to be able to any small buildings down on top of their heads. Their aim being to take them down by the squad.

@_razor_

From the dust and debris, a whir moved demons falling all around it. Another explosion, and a horde of demons ripped apart by shrapnel and ensuing hypersonic blast waves his explosives produced. More dust. More death. His path was cleared in seconds.

Razor might see him, Eric Bradshaw that is. A bat out of hell standing behind the terrorist leader he identified and reached through smoke and debris in a couple of seconds from 20 feet away. Lunging at the man from behind with his molecularity edged HF Knife in hand at Zafnir, threatening to gut him with the blade. It would literally send vibrations through his body, specially tuned to turn his internal organs into a sac of boiling gore if it landed.

@contingency: @vael: @kaija: @lowlaville: @maverick_6: @zafir_karim:

Scorched roof tops, the metal beams of which glowed white hot. It looked as if glitter was stuck in the air the light of the attack burned into place and lasting long after the attack itself. The likes of which had made the air hot and dry and to think that was a controlled burst. It was delightfully empowering, a destructive genius that brightened up the mood of the spirited engineer. Wasn't long however before demons were looking to close the gap and swarm her. The fight was still furious and a cachophony of monstrous sounds. Thankfully there was some support that came the engineer's way. As the shield maiden cloaked Lizzy in invisibility "hax" she remarked with a smile before diving into the fray that raced toward her.

Small thrusters in the boots of the blue flight suit allowed for some improvised air based theatrics essentially double jumping about the warzone to prolong an air combo. She wasn't e a trained athlete or anything it was far from the most graceful of styles. A love of over the top action films, various combo heavy video games an in the moment inspiration chained something together. As the cloaked nerd jumped around occasionally landing on the heads of demons in face melting collisions. While her aim assisted by elevated senses intended for mech piloting allowed her accuracy to be true. Her pistol, the Omnitool spat bolts of plasma that burned like stars as they collided with skulls of the lesser demons. And to be fair many of the abominations did get close using gunfire to find her and numbers to close the gap. However being without her mech every drone, cloaked by Contingency, was about the nerd laying fire support and casting shields over the gamer.

A small sonic drone crawled along the blackened wall of a building, to cast a hologram before the giant of the combating pilot. "I was there because not all NGods deserved such treatment. I'm here before France because these people don't need to burn for politics. I'm not the best hero. I get xp points, but it isn't about me. While I respect you and even that other giant that beat up my ex boss though. The countless heroes and soldiers, it's not about you them or me though. But the regular people, what most of us once were. That said I should head home soon, new DLC is coming out and while I totally got this covered this nerd also needs some down time." She did her best to answer the giant as she combatted the devilish horde.

Then came an attempted EMP and electric shock, having used Brutus cores as a new power source the drones and her unique Zero suit were not yet bested. It was only do to recent innovation however, growing in technical preparations the engineer endured what might of done her in a few weeks ago. Meanwhile the shock danced along the shields flickering electric blue and tangerine neon lights as they clashed compromising ones stealth. Things were also looking worse given the latest reality distorting effects of the demon. It tampered with Lizzy's electronics and imediately the multi tasking gear head began trying to resolve such an issue. Altering the logarithms of the Slipspace round to try and compensate for the change in laws of the universe.

She could use the current situation however she knew. Her trademark Slipspace rounds were intended to spam a one shot containment. Hit with one round and the bullet swallowed the mark placing them in a pearlescent void. The latest use however was by cutting the slipspace element short causing each bullet to instead be a black hole of a round. An atom splitting bore rounded that theoretically would pierce almost anything. It was an ammunition type that had dug against the flesh of Eclipse even, a giant who's layers upon layers of durable flesh could endure horrendous force. What these bullets could do to a average person was abysmal, and Lizzy had plenty of bullets left to make use of. While her Hammer of Dawn system was recharging and getting Slipspace effects back would take a bit of time the Kratos units were still fully operational. The Onix units ready to shield Lizzy and the Kratos systems from coming fire.

Moving in they looked to assail Zafir from all sides amongst all his fighting at the moment they'd look to capitalize on downed or lessened defenses. Each drone cloaked by Contingency and ten in total would open fire with the black hole styled ammunition. The Kratos units were a lesser firing system to be fair, dispensing only ten rounds a second that easily totaled a hundred though do to sheer volumes of drones at Lizzy's disposal. The spray a rounds looking to strike from ten diverse points. Each carefully aimed to avoid cross fire of other attackers, it wasn't the be all end all of moves she knew. It should provide her time however to prepare for her next idea of an attack. It wasn't the volume or potency of Lizzy's tech in the end that made her a standout but rather the ingenuity by which it was used.

Her attacks didn't go far and odds were more magic was in place behind the scenes, but that didn't matter. The whole purpose was to scatter his attention, to continue dialogue, fight and plan. It was an exhausting feat for most add to that all the sides the man had to defend from through this fight. It was opening opportunity to land hits for hopefully herself and others.

"God your voice is annoying. I get it, very well. You've many ways to fight like so many do it isn't special. The flaw is you keep talking like your a mutant but fight like a mage. You're not like us, you will never be like Apex, Satar, Ivana, Amarthe, Xenon and so many others. You turn on your comrade for his demonic roots now that you know. Worse still though, is that till now you didn't seem to know of it. Worse though despite your distain for his kind, you don't have the balls to fight back." The disgust the mutant had was palatable, venom from the tongue as she continued to attack her claws seaking flesh with her every word.

It wasn't to complex in attacks, a series of punches and slashing motions which he'd shown more then capable of blocking. With each of her strikes though was also a series of foot work of kicks and graceful steps making use of the taloned blades upon her feet. These sought to split open the knees thigh and ankles but more importantly to keep him moving and unfocused. For within her cuts her metallic bones looked to shed small slivers into any open wounds her cuts might cause. An action that would carry out into the next move.

With a blood curdling battle cry the blade enthusiast seemed to explode like a frag grenade in the point blank melee range they had been in. A surplus of bloody slivers of metal bursting from her body looking to turn Z into a pin cushion. The blows soaked and ravaged Razor however wasn't done there however that was just part one of the attack. Through her ability to manipulate her marrow the living weapon would look to take control of her scattered bones hopefully piercing the magician's flesh. And drive each remarkably sharp point to lacerate clean through muscle and bone. In a macabre fusion of surgical precision and savage mutalation.