The Presidents Speech Will Be Spectacular! (CVnU Semi-Open IC)

Ascendancy

A reqiuem for all to remember. Gradually building up its sonata towards the morass he craved for, the maestro of deceit started to walk towards the podium. The momentous triumph was amenable, easily taken as if it were waiting for him in a nest, chirping for their savior. They were fat and sluggish cattle just waiting to be saved from the butchers of villainy. Seeing himself as their prophet, their righteous leader, Brutus happily obliged. With the grit of his teeth and the roar of his voice he tore their feeble minds with absolute preeminence. Like a Shepard to a herd the purveyor had guided them on the malleable path that Brutus influenced. Towards the new era that would introduce his victory, Age Of Ares.

A theatrical entrance. His dear old friend (Mr Kinsley) stood in behind the podium, evidence of Brutus's genius as his spokesman, introducing their new champion. "It is my honor and distinct privileged to introduce to you the president-elect of the United States of America, Brutus Dagaal-Ares" Forthwith, an applause graduated the success of their new leader. The hall of the hosting hotel celebrated with joyous music and cheers. Fronds of american flags waved behind him like the palm leafs that once hailed Jesus. Welcoming their king in the nations patriotic hues, brushing the canvas of his armor in the spirit of the united society.

Cameras followed the stark inspired suit, but it had improved on its most important aspect, the appearance. Freedom incarnate as its symbolism, he became their last guardian. Following the podium, he were to reign that he was thee championthat they have been waiting for. Removing the locks of his helmet that unveiled his blithe, smiling with his heart and soul. The president-elect clapped along with them, it wasn't just his victory, but the entire country. It was the era of cleanse, and he made them realize their ignorance of false peace. With his authority he would be the keeper of light. A paladin that will crusade for the dying light of the country. To reignite it with the passion he had. He were to be their light house that eviscerated the darkness of night and guide the murky drowning cattle towards his Utopia.

“I Summon Him!” A challenge, a man against a god. “If I become your next president, at my next presentation I call Reynard to meet me face to face like a man.I will convince him of his wrongs and make him willingly go to rehabilitation and join the Ares Law Enforcement!” This dare was streamed across the world, making the pink outfitted hero look like a villain contrast to Brutus himself. If the hero ever wanted to redeem himself, he would accept or be a pariah forever.

Keeping his word.

The music ended and only his voice was heard. The stoic and stern breath fell under the microphone that had cast out the presidents summoning.

With both arms outwards gesturing an embracive welcome. "Where is our good friend Reynard?"

@purveyor:

"Take the shot." El Cids voice came over the speaker to the sniper looking through the window at the President elect.

The man smiled and pulled the trigger. He was one of the few El Cid could find who was actually a trained sniper. Most of his men were just pretty good with weapons and fighting. He could have done it, but he wanted to be right there.

The moment El Cid saw the window shatter he would activate the Venom and his muscles would grow as he took off his hat to reveal the wrestlers mask beneath. As he did around twelve others in the crowd pulled out rifles and began firing at any security, and Brutus if he survived the sniper shot. El Cid himself ran towards Brutus, alive or not, to grab him and rip him out of the suit. He was a professional when it came to close combat, his favorite form of combat. And he fully intended to not let that skill go to waste.

I can’t emphasize more how much of a joke this election has been. The candidates behaved like they were part of a Comedy Central Roast, rather than actual political figures, and they had the credibility of Jeff Ross. It’s no surprise someone like Brutus won. People are afraid of what they can’t control. When someone tells them that they’ll be protected from the bad men in masks, they’ll run towards that like children hide hide behind their parents.

Brutus called Reynard to meet him “face to face like a man” after insulting him. After he called him a threat and said that Reynard would turn against all of them. Despite all of this big talk, he knows Reynard won’t attack him, because he’s a superhero from the old days. Back when Reynard was in his prime, superheroes didn’t pick fights with other superheroes. Least of with superheroes who happened to be Presidents.

Everyone showed up expecting Reynard to do just the opposite. They weren’t here for the President or to see a diplomatic talk. They wanted first row for the fight of the week, their feud hungry brains couldn’t predict what would happen next.

-Excerpt from Atticus Pendragon’s weekly column.

Reynard descended from the sky, camera flashes would have turned him blind and caused him to crash into the ground, but his eyes adapted and saw through all the light. Soon he would have to adapt to the light too. Most of the time, he had kept to Metro city when he was active and only when outside his city when the situation really required it.

Those days were over for him, everything had become too political. They seemed to be living in a post-supervillain world, where the villains had taken over the Earth through legal means or were now deemed international terrorists. Supervillains now didn’t have giant lasers that would rob the planet of water, they wore suit and ties and tore the economy a new asshole. The superheroes didn’t evolve correctly so they couldn’t stop the villains. They’re either set on their old ways or they figured that the correct course of action was to go around killing and call it a day, while completely ignoring the real issue. Which was that the bad guys had gotten too intelligent and throwing them in jail or killing them wasn’t going to be effective as it was before.

Reynard really did want to throw the President-Elect in behind bars. Before this celebrity show, he had found a message hidden deep beneath Dandy’s code. In fact, back then he would have just flown in and dropped a truck on top of Brutus’s face. Now, he had to be smarter than them and play their game better than they played it.

It would have been so easy to just let the bullet hit him and watch as that bag of genetically engineered roids tried to kill him. Instead Reynard landed in between the trajectory of the bullet and caught it with his hand crushing it into a small pebble with the pressure in his palm like it was tinfoil. Then, he did it with the other rifle bullets that were fired from the crowd. His hands moved so quickly that only an afterimage was left behind as the crushed bullets fell on the ground. He still wasn’t finished. The hulk of a man ran towards the President, Atticus just smiled and created a telekinetic pull to lift up El Cid and throw him towards the building the sniper had fired from. The whole world had just seen what Brutus had called a threat to their way of life save his life.

"Thank you for meeting with me, Mr. President. But next time we should try to secure the meeting so we can avoid a situation like this." Reynard said cheerfully, hiding his true cynical intents.

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Heck no! El Cid thought as he flew through the air. He steadied himself and slammed into the building. Instantly he leaped back off. Reynard had wasted several seconds of his time that were very valuable, the entrance. That may well have ruined the entire operation. But it wasn't over. And just as he was about to head back in someone came down firing off, "Anthony Stark? Nooo wayyy." He said to himself watching as the machine leaped away. He smiled, "Well thank you stark then."

El Cid charged back in sending ground breaking beneath his feet as he ran.

@purveyor: @_reynard_: @pre-mortem: @we_must_evolve:

"FEAR NOT CITIZENS OF EARTH. NEUROMIND IS HERE"

The voice boomed across the area, the waves of sound reverberating through the air and into the ears of those who were no doubt afraid. Then like angels from above they descended, from the clouds a group of twenty black suits in a V Formation tore through the skies. As they came closer, their matte obsidian plating became visible to all who saw them. Green eyes glowed lifeless as they broke off around the President Elect. Powerful metal boots touching down on the ground with a mighty CLANG a defensive perimeter was formed by a group of Neuromind's strongest suits, the Sonic Nightmares. Their primary function was set to protection and elimination of hostile threats through non-lethal force. They would engage El-Cid's mindless thugs and based on their appearance they wouldn't be much of a challenge. No doubt they would try to hit or tear their way through the machines but, they were designed to handle fighters like earth's Satar so even if their bodies didn't break on impact their echo plating would. The impacts would be turned into high pitched sonic frequencies much like what happens when you hit a bell really hard. These would attack the vestibular system with a lot more then minor discomfort

Behind the perimeter Neuromind himself would descend onto the fields of battle. Donning his own Sonic Nightmare his feet brought him next to Reynard, the same hero he saw in France. The purple outfit really called out to the heroes of old that Neuromind had based his persona on. Even giving him a look over it was prevalent that power just radiated off of him, his stance, his body language, his general aura just screamed strength. The president on the other hand appeared to take a page out of Starks book as well. Mech suits must be all the rage on Earth.

The mask around his head began to disassemble and retract allowing his long red hair and thick beard to show.

"Mr.President, I'm here to help. I feel priority number one should be getting you out of here. As for you Reynard, consider me on your side. Maybe you can stay and chat once this is over unlike that time in France."

(THE ROBOTS AREN"T NPCS)

@_reynard_

The cutthroats were neophytes. Pathetic.

Brutus was a dilettante, he sought perfect execution in their performance. A grand entrance to his true speech, but it fell flat with a eerie noise of crushed metal. Rushed with no artistry, no passion or thought of what was truly important. The dull sonata of the first wave of assaults were rewarded with the drudgery of the supreme being. Merely treating the charging culprit as if he were a gnat. It was the purple rogue. Reynard answered his alarum, as expected he was no equal man. Annoyed eyes, looking down as if the president was of no proper value. As if he were a villain.

But Brutus saw worse.

Looking at the scene, he dealt with the crooks with relative ease, something that would of taken any other caped hero an astounding amount of effort just to achieve the same feat. He saw what no man should ever be, yet Reynard had achieved it. Born with something that angered Brutus. Gifted with unimaginable amount of power, he saw the end. Looking at the anti-Christ that floated above him in glory, overshadowing him in God like power. He saw the end of potential. The end of our achievements. The end of our dreams. A nightmare. A world that was loosely fed and fattened, people like him were their caretaker and miracle workers. Their Everything. Taking heroes for granted, the world stopped evolving with the existence of these feeble minded gods that were ignorant of change. Keeping them in their own crops of feats that distracted them, society stopped caring about what was out there. Stuck in an awe struck state, the world refused the move forward.

Civilians became numb, blinded, ignoring the fact of constant danger was upon them. families stopped caring about seat belts, traffic lights, they stopped caring about accidents and safety. Because people like him were always there to help them. The world was evolving backwards and Brutus was here to stop that. A necessary evil, he needed equal power to challenge those around him and make them see that the purveyor of security was their prophet. And that power he sought for was looking down at him as if he were a nuisance. Just a man to a God. A worm to a bird, however he was a parasite. Wanting to feed on the vile wickedness that the hero possessed.

The insatiable will to power was in his grasp. Right in front of him would be the elixir to all his success. A single strain of blood, a tear of sorrow, tattle of saliva, even a skin flake is all it would take.

The civilians started to evacuate in screams as the strife began but the cameras kept rolling. Even the guards and security began to leave without the urgency of regarding the presidents safety.

Standing still with a calm demeanor, crossing his arms. He had to show them how it was done. Reynard was reckless. "That is a admirable suggestion at the least-" Speaking to Reynard as he saw the same assassin charge back in. His suits right arm structure instantly changed into a machine of magnetism. "-but don't leave your trash on the road, it's littering." With one pulse of his palm it discharged an invisible magnetic net in an attempt to corral the oaf, (@we_must_evolve) charging back in without even a change of tactic. Why would he ever think the situation would play out differently, Brutus pitied the brainsick brute. No satisfaction came out of his performance.

Then the martians came to intervene with Earths conflicts. Another obstacle for the hired assassins, but another companion that would be seen as the live news kept broadcasting. Even Mars was on his side.

"Mr.President, I'm here to help. I feel priority number one should be getting you out of here."

He gave a last smirk at the remark. Metal plating of his helmet quickly reconstructed around his head, giving the Martian a silent answer that the notion had been denied. "Unless that was all of it, I believe I still have an inauguration speech to give." (@neuromind)

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An evil grin crossed El Cids face as the martians landed. He pulled out a glass cannisted, flipped a switch, and out came the target locking acid set for metal. Throwing it at the machines with his superhuman strength and speed along with several more with similair settings. These kind of acid could eat through adamantium at a yard per second with just one ounce. It should make quick work of not only the sonic nightmares but any other mettal in the vicinity.

That's why after sending several of these El Cid kept his distance. It was probably people would have assumed he hadn't changed plans, until he'd thrown those cannisters that is, so it was unlikely anyone would have predicted it. And even if they had, there wasn't much they could do about it. Unlike other acids it had no present fix for it as that required knowledge of how the acid was made in the first place. And the sheer speed of it meant even if there was one it would have been almost impossible to apply until it was too late. As he stepped well out of reach of the metal eating mist he held anothe cannister set for everythin it touch for the next five seconds, that would be extremely dangerous. Dangerous enough to open up an escape route. But he wouldnt use it, not yet.

@_reynard_: @neuromind: @purveyor:

Nick Statler stood among the crowd of people anticipating the President's speech, absentmindedly fingering a quarter in his pocket. He chewed his lip, eyeing the plethora of security drones flying overhead. They'd marked him as a superhuman the moment he'd set foot in the city, a policy in place since Newcastle Administration. To them, he was Lorentz, famed ex-supercriminal. To the general public, he was just another observer, bleary eyes scanning the air for the approach of the real man he was here to watch.

Now this I've gotta see, he'd thought, watching the television the night before. News of the President's challenge to Reynard had spread far and wide, necessitating a trip from New York to finally see the fight go down firsthand.

Nick would've been able to fly to DC, but he couldn't risk losing the steady stream of paychecks from Disney. The rights to his identity had been taken away; Lorentz now belonged to Mickey Mouse. No use of costume. No use of powers. No use of alias. It made his soul burn, but the deal had kept him fed and out of prison. He'd had to use public transportation to reach DC, then go through the lengthy entrance process. Granted access to the city, it was relatively simple to secure a spot for the speech. They let him go where he wanted, provided he maintained his good behavior.

The guards didn't recognize him, though they had thought it was odd he was carrying twenty dollars' worth of quarters on his person. Stowed in pockets and up sleeves, they glowed where they touched his skin. One quarter he rolled between his knuckles, an audience to President Dagaal-Ares' speech. No speech came.

He watched the Alpha Telekinetic descend gracefully, only to stop a bullet meant for the President with one hand. Combat already, yet little panic in the crowd. Superheroes had become mainstream, after all. Safety was assured. He contemplated sending a coin out towards his old foe. It would be so simple, to raise a finger at the Purple Protector...the disc, shining, would shoot forward, propelled by the Buzzing Bandit's internal powers, with enough force to blow away a building...

But then the Martians came down, ready to pacify the masses. What authority they had, he didn't know. He stood still in the crowd as it dispersed around him, dressed as a normal civilian, eyes locked on Reynard as he dealt with El Cid. One second was all it would take, to blow away the man who'd stolen everything from him. He inhaled, then flipped the coin. When it came back down, he didn't catch it...at least, not physically.

It hovered in front of his extended pointer finger, lightning spiraling from the tip of the digit to the ridged side of the metal. He closed an eye, aiming down the sights at Reynard. He made the finger-gun gesture, his hand going from "thumbs-up" to just pointing forwards. In that moment, the circuit was complete, magnetic energies on both sides of the coin propelling it forward with the force of a freight train.

I've ruined everything, he thought. Nothing left to do but play this out.

"Remember me, Mister Good Guy?" he said, lightning cracking from his eyelids.

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Ten minutes ago

Kane sat down on the couch at home, watching the news. Currently, he was watching the President’s live speech, which concerned Reynard, one of the most famous heroes. The President, Brutus, accused Reynard being an ‘out-of-control. Not even a minute after the President started talking, the President was attacked by a huge man. Reynard protected Brutus from the attack. Then, someone who claimed to be Anthony Stark, started to blast people to bits. Then, a hero whom Kane didn’t recognise at first, but stated his name to be Neuromind.

What the heck is going on? Why are they all attacking Brutus? I’ll find out later, but I have to help. Good thing Anna is at the stores.

After leaving a message for Anna telling her that he would go out and have some fun, and would be back before curfew, Kane called Keira, and asked if she could help him get to where the terrible event was taking place.

Now

Falling out of Keira's jet as it passed over, Silver Spider dived for a few hundred feet before landing on his feet. He felt slight pain. He usually doesn’t try to land after jumping from a relatively high location, but he made an exception for this one time. Besides, he was pretty sure he wouldn’t die from the fall. Kiera had given him a jet to arrive at this battle, since he couldn’t just sit around and do nothing.

Thank you, Keira.

Rising up from the ground, he saw robots, Reynard, Neuromind, and some huge muscled brute, who was currently throwing acid.

I’ll deal with him later. I gotta help the civilians.

Jumping a few hundred feet forward, he shot webs at multiple people in the crowd who were trying to escape from the chaos. Shooting web-lines and with enhanced strength and speed, he pulled multiple towards him. Waving the police over, he needed their help. Several officers came up to him.

“Listen up, I need you guys to evacuate everyone. I’ll try to draw the assassins away from the civilians. GO!”

Leaping up into the air, Silver found his first target: the brute. He landed several yards away.

“So, what’s your name? Steroid-Addict?” Silver joked, grinning under his mask.

Firing off several webs at his body, then at his face, these webs were several times stronger than steel cables. If he could rip through that, the Silver would have a problem. Silver was sure he was more of a brute, and that it would be unlikely that he would dodge his webs.

Looking about with his enhanced senses, his danger sense detected someone new. Looking around, he saw that someone was using some type of electric powers at Reynard.

What? What is that guy doing? Forget it, Kane, focus. Reynard will handle it.

Running, Silver was going to take out the regular thugs quickly. Firing off several bio-electric blasts at them all, they would render the crooks unconscious if they were human, and paralyze their muscles, while leaving their organs alone, if the blasts didn’t render them unconscious. They could try to dodge them, but the bolts moved pretty fast.

Silver stood and looked to Reynard, Neuromind, and Brutus. He would stay back, and let the big shots protect the President, he would be on the attack.

Why isn’t he out of here? There obviously after him. He needs to get out of here.

He crouched low, his instincts of a spider kicking in. He could do this. He could help. He was ready to fight.

@silver_spider_: @_reynard_: @neuromind: @we_must_evolve: @statler: @purveyor:

Sense nineteen forty five the world had feared the atom bomb, that terrifying weapon that was among the scariest of weapons. Sense the world knew of mutants they feared them, dreaded the latent powers and what common people might do with such power. On this day Azrael the radioactive reaper had hoped to unite that fear. An explosive extremist there was no shaking her of her current belief. One made only more potent by the quivering xenophobes who'd been rising to power. Revolts hadn't changed things and peace was a fabricated lie. Sure there were places just for mutants, but that just implied second class citizenship. No Azra had been exiled from the Shogunate because her destructive ways couldn't be the image of a people at large and it was time the world knew anywhere should be the home of a mutant. The jaded view of those emerald eyes saw that exile meant the thermal nuclear terrorist needed to act on her own for the better of many.

She'd reduced a portion of Gothic to a ground zero now she'd look to level the stage once again. She'd meditated on it, gathered energy to prepare for the act and then asked another radical mutant to help her. Teleportation was no rare power and after Azra had delivered various mutant and homeless refugees from Gothic to the sanitary of the Shogunate some were willing to help her. Clad in black, hair as red as the blood she hoped to spill the cancerous agent of chaos was brought to the latest gathering of important people and ego stroking. People looked on at alien support, heroes of old and a patriotic knight of a president. And to the vermillion tempest they were as much a joke as the words from the new aged spider themed hero.

Stepping forward and trying to get close would be foolish, there was no way she'd make it. She was known for having tried to bomb the White House and for having bombed apart of Gothic. The world knew the woman was once a Venezeula Elite and had been a soldier for mutants of high regard up untill the new Shogun and Alex Ashworth had sent her away. A rogue agent was standing before the president but her intention was to obvious people would pay for his death and her main tactic was a documented one. In her palm hovered a small star a blazing orb of nuclear promise. She'd give them a moment to take action or cowardly retreat. To proudful to think a proper counter would come her way and to set upon her course to consider what the fall out might be. Of course bombs would soon be heading her way, drones had probably taken off already. Maverick personnel on security duty would empty entire magazines on her in an instant thankfully she to only needed an instant.

Such were her words before her fingers snapped and that star hovering in her hand went supernova. Hot as the core of the sun that brief explosion burned with an intensity that'd vaporize nearly anything. The enormous shock wave would reach speeds of hundreds of kilometers per hour ripping structures apart as if they were but tissue paper. It was the radioactive reaper's desire to turn an inauguration speech into a mass grave. Heroes. villains none of the names meant a thing to Azrael revolutionary chaos the only thing she desired. Even the money for the action was just a superficial bonus, and of course they might stop her first attempt. It had happened before given the world they were in but generating the energy out put for such a move wasn't particularly difficult she wouldn't mind a game of stamina.

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Annapolis

A screen lit up in a super aircraft carriers hangar as a briefing to a company of soldiers was being conducted, General ***** began briefing them on an attack 30 miles back "Reports are coming in that the president has just been attacked, national guard are arriving on scene to clear civilians out and secure a perimeter for us to move in and neutralize the threat. UAV feeds reveal possible metahuman interference in addition to armed gunmen, our intelligence suggests that this is only an initial wave of aggressors and we are expecting more"

Iowa was standing next to Kongou in her neat uniform as she listened to the superior that's briefed them both on so many missions before, "You will be deploying in CH-47F Chinook's and arrive at your destination in roughly ten minutes, American Tulpa Iowa is tasked with defending the president while Japanese Tulpa will provide assistance against other metahumans"

The screen changed revealing equipment created by the Tulpa's "You've all been briefed on the usage of the Retro-tech rounds our Japanese allies have been so kindly to lend to us for this occasion as well as our own Tulpa's addition of concentrated nuclear explosives, switch to this equipment if regular munitions are not cutting it. That's about it, head out and neutralize the threat Wolf Company" General ***** finished his last words and the screen turned off

"Alright Kongou, you heard the boss. Protect our the wolves while I'll protect the president" Iowa stated as everyone began to rapidly mobilize onto Chinook helicopters

Ten Chinooks would take off into the air each carrying twelve men thus splitting up the one hundred and twenty strong company into twelve squads, their pilots spread them out in groups of three choppers towards the area of hostility.

Wolfpack soldiers trained for combat against metahuman threats began adjusting their equipment and mentally preparing themselves for the upcoming battles, a few looked up towards their Tulpa allies as paragons of combat while they flew into the battlefield since they very well knew that these two women had the very fate of their lives at hand.

"Remember we're doing this for our families" one Wolfpack soldier stated out-load to his squadmates as he riled them up "same ones that got killed by those meta bastards, lets show them that they're not the only ones capable of fighting back"

Iowa remained silent as she heard this, I guess it was true that the members of Wolfpack consisted of soldiers who lost their families to meta human threats "National Guard up ahead" Iowa commented quickly as the chopper pilots were communicating with the chain of command after a notice of an unfamiliar jet entering restricted air space for a few seconds to drop off someone.

The choppers not too soon afterwards settled down as they deployed half a kilometer away from the fighting, "Squads two through twelve" Iowa ordered as she made commanding gestures with her hands "stay close but behind Kongou, squad one follow me" the squad leader of squad one nodded as he and his eleven men began rapidly approaching the President's location which Iowa locked onto via a Predator drone she commanded through the air.

"Civilians up ahead, Squad one escort them back out" Iowa manifested a couple of armored personnel carriers to aid them in their secondary objective "regroup on my position when you're done"

The corner of his mouth slowly crawled upwards. A smirk now graced his bearded face, a smirk that told the president he was more than on board with the decision for him to stay. Hell had he know the U.S. President was capable of taking care of himself these metal hands would be knocking some skulls. His fingers wove together and his arms stretched forwards, a Terrain gesture called cracking your knuckles that would signify a readiness for combat.

“Then if you'll excuse me Mr.President I believe my services are needed”

His mask reconstructed around his head, locking into place with a CLICK. Thrusts lurched his body upwards, the powerful flames propelling him over the defensive perimeter. As his feet touched down he raised his hands at all who had come. All five of his fingers gesturing for them to come. Of course the hulking brute would be the first to accept. In his massive hands he held two canisters, almost smoke bomb esq glass cylinders. With the flip of a switch a thick green mist poured out and Neuromind was filled with a sense of… guilt.

Once he saw how the gas worked and how the ignorant brute misused something so powerful and logic defying, he felt like he was about to beat up on a stray dog begging for any scraps of food it could get. The green mist didn’t stream out normally, instead it rushed out of the canister(like compressed aerosols do) and moved through the crowd. It rushed towards people’s hands, necks, pockets, bolts on tubes, anything metal around the canisters became target number one. Human flesh and clothes went unscathed but, rings, necklaces, screws, bolts, containers of serum, anything metal near them was dissolved almost instantly. Even with the speed at which he threw them, The Martian Hero already had some grasp of what they did. Eating away at metal that fast, even if the brute stepped out it should chase him the way it chased after the civilian phones and jewelry.

“Evasive Maneuvers”

The suits moved in unison, flames forcing them high into the air. Thrust generating to lift them high above the ground and away from the oncoming acid attack. Around this same point, a combination of the panic from the sniper shot and the science defying acid had managed to scatter the civilians well enough. Of the few that remained it became quite clear what side they belonged to. Two more villains arrived, followed by the military and a hero in a spider costume. Seemed those were a big thing on Earth, almost as much as dressing like nocturnal mammals.

Of the two villains, Neuromind’s focus drifted towards the one who could cause the most damage. She held a floating ball of energy that oscillated a few inches above her hand. It’s size was deceiving the amount of sheer power it held. His Ocular devices screamed at him to flee, to run, the readings compared it to a Star. Now he was faced with a choice and not enough time to make a good decision on which one to use. His own Onyx black suit and a suit operating on drone mode flew in a parallel formation.

“Computer, I need you to open the suit in exactly 5 seconds, close it one second after. Exactly .001 seconds after the suit is closed get it the hell out of here.”

The computer obliged, black plating shifted up and down. It slid left and right, locks disengaged and Neuromind’s body was let into free fall. Beneath him the other suit underwent the same process, plates opened up and his torso fell, rather painfully, into the second Sonic Nightmare.

“Pilot mode engage”

The suit’s display stuttered for only a moment before allowing him complete control of it’s systems. Now came the important and most dangerous part, mistiming or misjudging this by even the slightest second would lead to the death of everyone here. The plan was simple, take advantage of her villainous monologue. The open torso of the suit would fly in the direct path of the explosive blast, once it was in the proper position every plate would close. Thrusts would shift position and in the few moments he had the now explosive suit would hurtle itself as far into Earth’s upper atmosphere as it could go before detonating.

The only issue was making sure that this woman didn’t stop him and from the looks of it she was charging up another one. So Neuromind did something stupid.

“FOR PRYA”

A battle cry among his people Neuromind shouted the name of their god to the heavens as he took both metal hands and slammed them against his mechanical torso. A loud CLANNNNNNNNGGGGGGG rang out through the air, it filled the whole area, and at this frequency it would even affect him through his sound dampening. He would make use of his sonic impact plates to generate a powerful frequency that would hopefully screw her Vestibular system to the max. Eardrum bursting, balance shifting, vomit inducing sound was sent in all directions from the suit.

@silver_spider_: @614azrael: @miss_america_: @neuromind:

El Cid leaned back and put up his arms trying to protect his face if he didn't dodge in time. Turned out those webs were not only fast enough to hit his arms but were incredibly tough as they linked his arms together in front of him, but fortunately hadn't gotten his face.

"El Cid. And you amigo? Another arachnid themed hero?" He asked taking an enormous leap backwards and upwards until he landed on the roof of a building. He pushed his hands against each thread with immense force, and surprisingly enough, struggle. These were tough, but they would eventually break, especially if he did them one by one instead of all at once, like tearing pages out of a book instead of the whole thing.

"These won't hold me spider boy." He said chuckling as they began to break and he kept leaping backwards or to the side to keep well out of the way. Then it hit him, Neuromind had set out an extremely loud clang and El Cid struggled to stay standing eventually dropping down squinting to try and get out of the webs while he had time.

@purveyor: @statler: @614azrael: @miss_america_: @_reynard_: @we_must_evolve: @neuromind:

Whoa, Danger Sense is goin’ crazy!!!

Silver looked around and saw some lady with fire red hair, holding a ball of pure energy. He knew for a fact that the ball of energy held enough destructive potential to wipe out everyone. Kane almost had a headache from all the buzzing in his head.

HOLY SON OF A---!!!! THERE’S NOTHING I CAN DO!!!

Panicking, but deciding to focus on the matter at hand, he turned to face the brute, who announced his name was El Cid. Seeing him leap into a building, Silver knew he might be out of his league, but held fast and wouldn’t stand down. It was his responsibility to stop these criminals.

“Another? Huh, I wonder where the other ones are?” Silver Spider replied. He had never seen or met another spider-themed hero, and wondered where they were, “Name’s Silver Spider. Also, who are calling spider-boy, El Cid the Science Kid? You look like you should be in a therapy session. What drugs are you on? Didn't your mom tell you to stay away from her prescriptions?"

All credit goes to PBS. That was terrible. Must be the stress. Oh, and the possibility of dying.

Seeing that El Cid was breaking his webs, his eyes widened with surprise.

I didn’t know it could break. This is gonna be a problem. Whoa, danger sense.

Just as he received a buzz on the back of his neck, Silver was ready to attack El Cid, but was then hit by a high-pitch sound. It was deafened by his mask, and he covered his ears, trying to block out the noise. He had enhanced hearing,and tried to dial it down, but it still hurt like someone was poking a needle around in his ear.

He tried to stand straight but his balance was off, and he felt like he was going to puke his guts, heck, his whole body out. He fell, using his arms to stop his head from crashing into the cement. He was lucky he didn’t eat anything. He lied down, groaning to the pain, and how he currently felt.

WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?!!

@miss_america_: @silver_spider_: @statler: @purveyor: @_reynard_: @we_must_evolve: (Sry if I leave anyone out, lol. 'tis a long list.)

On her journey to the speech that proved to be far more eventful than most would imagine, Kongou heard nothing more than her own thoughts. As a being that could debatably be seen as both a meta-human and a human, she couldn't decide how she felt about the issue at hand, and almost wished to have no part in its intervention. She detested Brutus and his ways, but she did not trust the one known as Reynard either. She held the voices of both of these grand figures in her head, despite having little direct connection to the land over which they fought. The connection that she did have, Iowa, was more than enough to bring her here. The unfortunate truth of it all was that the end result of this conflict could have a grand effect of the one that she considered spending the rest of her life with.

Kongou intended to come out of the gate with lethal force, despite the regulations set in place by the current president of the united states, but after witnessing Reynard protect the president from a bullet that may have proven fatal, she was moved.

At this moment, the embodiment of Japan was walking forward, followed by a group of men that she had ordered to fire upon the terrorists with lethal force. Before any of those men take action, she speaks. Her thoughts had taken up until that point to culminate to a solution, and she decided to maintain her civility after all.

"Reload," she ordered the men following her, "The tranquilizer rounds that I have provided you, use them. Save your lethal munitions for when we find an opponent that I know is worthy of being killed. I wanna see flashbangs in use, no live grenades! This is Sleepytime boys, the executioner can come later."

She took a second to reload her weapon as well, reluctant to avoid hypocritical behavior. Unlike the others, she was sporting an older model weapon that she favored dearly. An old gift from her beloved, the M1918 Browning Assault Rifle.

"Squads 2-7, focus on taking down the normal soldiers. Stay in formation and keep your wits about you. Keep an eye out for those mechs and switch to EMP-rounds if they turn hostile on you. Squads 8-12, on me. We're putting these metas to sleep." Kongou ordered, scanning the area and the citizens there to identify who she wanted to engage first. She spotted El Cid, the warrior who seemed to have the most violent behavior out of anyone there.

She whistled to squads 8-12 and gave her first order of attack, "Focus big nasty over there, he seems to be the most upset out of anyone here. Good thing we've got just the right medicine to calm him down. We can deal with his agile little friend afterwards, but lets take advantage of his help to put this one down first!"

Kongou ordered her men to take lead and began setting up her own plans of attack. As the soldiers fired upon their designated targets, she began to spawn drones loaded with tranquilizer rounds to scour the area and incapacitate anyone that they could. The would not attack El Cid, but instead would fire the non-lethal rounds at anyone behaving violently, offering a great deal of support to squads 2-7 as well. She herself would take position behind her men and fire upon El Cid alongside squads 8-12.

She acknowledged the presence of both Brutus and Reynard, but given Reyard's peaceful actions, she chose to ignore his presence until he gave her a reason not to.

@miss_america_: @614azrael: @purveyor: @neuromind: @silver_spider_: @miss_japan:

El Cid finally tore through the webs only to be bombarded by bullets. He looked in their direction shielding his eyes, with Venom running through his body he could take a round from a tank without noticeable damage. Armor piercing bullets, sniper rounds, they were just a billion annoyances. Admittedly they did slow down progress, his body had the natural reaction of flinching if they hit him in the face unless he could somehow prevent it from doing so.

"Heh, I wouldn't suggest that." He said holding up a hand as they hit into him until he caught one and held it out in the open. Suddenly he charged in an erratic zig zag pattern at the soldiers in an attempt to crash right through them grabbing a gun on the way and sending well placed shots at their heads or throats. He was faster than human, although clearly extremely superhuman when it came to strength and durability. He knew they might have something that could harm him, but most things that could would also harm civilians and each other. But if they did have something that wouldn't cause casualties he wanted to take them out before they could use it.

@miss_japan: @purveyor: @statler: @614azrael: @miss_america_: @_reynard_: @we_must_evolve: @neuromind:

“Ugh,” Silver Spider groaned, his hands over his ears still. He was recovering from the pain with his pain resistance, and was feeling better with his enhanced healing. He heard a woman’s voice talking, and recognized it. His hearing was coming back.

Wait, that voice belongs to….her! She’s gonna deal with me next, and all the other metas? Good or bad? No way.

He saw the same lady he had seen at Metro City, who wore those strange clothes. Looking about around her, he saw soldiers in military gear trying to take on....El Cid! Silver immediately tried to get up as soon as he could. He saw that none of their bullets were working.

I don’t know if I’m up for this. I don’t know if this will work any differently than the bullets.

Firing two web-lines to form a slingshot, he pulled himself back, and released his feet from the ground. Flying straight at El Cid and trying to intercept him before he could reach the soldiers, he attempted to punch him in in the head with a lot more strength than he typically uses. He held back a lot of strength still, but, if he used all of his strength, he was worried he would possibly kill the man. He could lift cars and trucks easily, and it scared him to hurt someone, anyone, badly just because of it. Kane needed to end this and quick. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to deal with El Cid, but he might as well try.

“Hey, Ugly! I mean, that is why you wear the mask right?” Silver insulted the brute. He then directed his words to the soldiers, and the lady with the robes.

“Oh, and, soldier boys and robe girl, leave the big guy to me. Take out the lady with the freakin’ Dragon Ball Z energy ball!”

@purveyor

So much for being a diplomat, he’s going to try to blame it on me . Reynard looked past the President’s armor and looked at his vitals. Steady heartbeat. No sign of sweat. Sodium levels were standard. Eye movement unfazed. Just stress-less. For someone who just attacked he didn’t seem to have a care in the world, not even the stress of being elected President of the United States was present in him.

All his assessing was stopped by the unknown variable present.

@statler

A single coin bounced against his chest emblem of a lilac fox, with a lighting bolt propelling it from the hands of his attacker. At one point, Statler had been one of dozens of villains he fought back in the day. He escaped time in the klink through some bullshit legal loophole that was found by the expensive lawyers employed by Mickey Mouse, the corporate equivalent of Lucifer himself. Though he doubted that Statler would manage to get away with it now, after all he did just use his powers in the middle of a Presidential speech.

A moment of carelessness had sent the Modern Day Marxist through four walls in a office building. Fortunately, he hadn’t hit any of the bases that held the building together. He didn’t need to justify Brutus’s extreme policies against powered individuals any more thanks to bringing a building down. Dust from the destroyed mortar covered his helmet, he wiped it clean with his hands.

“Hmm...” Atticus looked through the wall with his inhuman vision. He began assessing the situation and environment around him. Putting the targets in order of most dangerous to least dangerous, his mind strategized how he should go about taking them all down.

1. The redhead is the most immediate danger at the moment. If I combine my efforts with the android, then we can take her out without much of an issue.

2. Statler can become one of the most dangerous people, I’ll play to his pride and overpower him physically in close quarters.

3. The Brahma Bull ripoff with the luchador mask is kindergarten. Brutes never did well against me.

Immediately, the rest of the dust and shattered bricks that stained his uniform were left behind as he broke through the sonic barrier and returned to the middle of the discord. Atticus looked at the woman, he didn’t recognize her ,and he didn’t entirely care about her life story or why she believed it was appropriate to create an energy ball in Washington DC.

@614azrael

He extended his palm and fired a telekinetic pin small enough to fit through her eyelids and attack her motor cortex. Specifically, he was aiming to hit the primary motor cortex located in the dorsal portion of the frontal lobe. As the name implies the primary motor cortex was one of the most important parts of the brain that played into motor skills. It sends out neural impulses that generate the execution of movement. Atticus simply wanted to paralyze her abilities to create any more energy bombs, at least to make an opening for the robot to deliver the defeating blow.

“Sorry, you’re going to have to remind me of your name….” Atticus moved again at overwhelming speeds, closing the distance between Statler and himself. He shot his jab outwards with his lead hand (left) in a straight line heading towards Statler’s face, slightly rotating his hips and legs, and pulling back the force of his punch before impact to avoid tearing his head off. Not that it was too difficult to be careful with jab, since it was the weakest strike with force and one of the most tactically useful. This first movement in his combo would serve two purposes, which were to probe the distance between them and the second was to distract him from the real strike.

“....You’re all statistics to me at this point.” In quick succession, he followed with a cross, stretching his right arm towards the Buzzing Bandit’s chin from his guard position. Atticus didn’t need to rotate his hips counter clockwise to maximize his power, the only thing that he was afraid of in constantly changing his technique to not kill anybody was that he would not be able to properly perform when he actually needed it. He retracted his lead hand and covered in case of counter attack from his opponent and took a quick step back.

@we_must_evolve

Atticus opened his fist and closed it again as he stared at the acid tanks that the Brutal Body Builder carried. In this simple twitching of fingers, he attempted to crush the all of the acid canisters he was carrying, therefore causing them to splash over his skin and burn him away. Even if he did fail, Atticus figured that it would at least disarm El Cid from one of his most valuable weapons.

His eyes stared back his again with his fists raised. Atticus tried to redirect their attention back to him with his classical thunder stealing attitude.

“Statistically, I know I’m going to kick all your asses based on my track record, and on the fact that you're all a bunch of C-listers.”

@_reynard_:

Aw, shit, he thought, steam rising from his fingertip. The attack had been successful alright, sending his old enemy through a collection of buildings. It was impressive to look at, sure, but it wouldn't have gained him any ground. His plan was to watch Reynard get publicly embarrassed, not fight him; this would only serve to annoy him. Hopefully, with other threats around, the purple-clad superhero would focus less on settling old scores and more on helping civilians.

Wait, they've got robots doing that? God dammi-

Instinct took over the moment Reynard returned, nearly a dozen coins shooting from the pockets of his coat to cluster around his upper body. A web of sparks jumped between them, a field of electromagnetic energy powerful enough to repulse physical matter. A scientist's wet dream, and Nick Statler's inherent gift. The formation of the metal cloud was instinctual, brought about simply out of anticipation of Reynard's return. Through luminous eyes, he barely saw his target approach.

The first strike devastated the impromptu shield, which rippled at the force of the blow. The subsequent one carried all the way through, the fist connecting dramatically with his jaw and sending him spiraling back. Stumbling, dazed, he windmilled his arms, falling hard to the ground. Blood from a busted lip dripped down his shirt, tears welling in his eyes. They turned to steam.

"Fgath-uff," he retorted through a thick coatsleeve, soaking up the blood. "I giff, I giff," he continued, looking around at the chaos. He spat.

"Don't know what made me do it. Sorry. Now ain't the time," he sputtered, a few coins weakly surrounding his outstretched hand. They vibrated with dangerous power, but they were purely defensive. Even holding back, Reynard's blow was enough to make his head spin. He couldn't fight around civilians, and not with a mysterious lack of metal...

"Less-just...let's just deal with the terrorists or whatever. I'm not with them, just wanted a shot at you. Wrong time, my bad," he finished, getting to his feet shakily. For a gesture of peace, he raised his hands slightly, coins falling to waist level.

F**k this guy. F**k me for being an idiot.

@purveyor: @_reynard_: @miss_japan: Iowa arrived finally on scene to see a purple outfitted 'vigilante' (Iowa assumed) engage the aggressors but he didn't seem to be attacking the president so she disregarded everything else in favor of focusing on the president as she then manifested a small square formation of APC's around the president while dashing across the street to squeeze in-between a small gap.

She rested her back against an APC as she let out a huff of air Had to use sleight of hands this time, after taking a short moment to catch her breath she quickly saluted "Commander Iowa, government official security detail Mister President sir" Iowa reached to touch the ear piece in her ear as she received a progress report from Squad One "Roger that, clear the building three blocks from my position then secure the rooftop" Iowa commanded before turning her attention back to the president "since you haven't moved already I'm assuming you're not wanting to relocate to a more secure area?" Iowa asked her commander in chief while manifesting five more predator drones in the air and a dozen tanks a block ahead of the APC's.

Rome

"Lord Brother." The statement was icy cold, low, and the hate and jealousy thinly veiled. Proelius looked up from his trance, deep in thought and saw his tall, gaunt brother, whose face was twisted into a permanent scowl.

"Brother Deimos." Proelius replied politely, straightening up, treating his brother to a smile. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" His brother scowled slightly deeper, and approached, before a pair of men blocked his way with their spears. For a long moment, Proelius' dark brown eyes met his brother's fiery red orbs, before he raised a hand. His guards looked at him for a moment, and he gave a dismissive wave. "He may approach." They grimaced a little, but slowly pulled their spears apart. Deimos strode past them, climbing the steps until he was within five paces of the large stone throne Proelius sat on, before he dropped to one knee, bowing his head in a display of respect.

"Brother Phobos and I have located something that may be of particular interest to you." Deimos tried to grin, but his facial structure didn't allow anything other than his scowl. The corners of his mouth twitched, and his eyes looked perhaps less hard for just a second. "May I approach?" Proelius stared at Deimos. Clearly the God of Terror had not come here to fight. He'd never challenge his brother on his own. He'd bring Phobos, at the very least. Most likely some kind of army as well. Proelius beckoned him to come closer. Deimos bowed slightly deeper, then stood, taking long strides until he was at Proelius' side. "In the mortal land of America, a large battle has broken out over their elected ruler." Proelius nodded a little.

"Nothing new there. Mortals are always fighting." He waved a dismissive hand, but focused his mind some on Deimos' statement. He nodded a little, looking into Deimos' curious eyes. From this seated position, the god of Terror towered over him, even in his semi-crouched state. "Hmm. I see why you'd bring this to me. Thank you, dear brother." The gods stood in unison, and it was clear that Deimos was far taller than any normal man. Proelius stood at a proud six foot, eight inches, and the god of terror was at least two full feet taller than he. Proelius pulled his brother into a bone-crushing hug, and it became painfully clear that as tall as Deimos was, Proelius' neck was as thick around as Deimos' entire body. After a long moment, the dark haired god released his brother, and the taller figure bowed his head, evaporating into the shadows, and the god of war stretched his entire body, several joints clicking as if he'd been sitting in the same position for hours. He strolled casually towards the front of the temple, passing his guards.

"Lord War?" Stammered one. "W-where are you going?" Proelius flashed a grin over his shoulder, not even slowing as his eyes seemed to sparkle with excitement.

"Just out. I need some exercise." He said. This wasn't exactly an explanation, but nobody would question it, or attempt to stop him. He stepped out of the cool, dark temple interior, and stared up at the glaring sun. It seemed to batter him with heat and light, trying to blind and burn him. "Apollo, take it easy." He growled, and if one had been there, one would have sworn the Sun eased off a bit. Proelius stretched again, and shook his legs. His winged sandals flapped lazily as they woke up, and he managed to go from casual stroll to flat-out sprint in six steps. After a moment, he began to strobe out, just a little, and a dark blur streaked out of the city, a sonic boom sounding as it exited Rome, lifting from the ground as he streaked through the sky.

Washington, D.C.

He was observing the skirmish for miles before he landed. Some would no doubt call his entrance a crash. He landed firmly, cracking the street below him, then straightened up, his armour clinking slightly. He straightened his helmet and smiled. "Well, this looks fun! Room for one more?" He let out a long, loud laugh. He wasn't going to manifest any weapons yet, although the Lingua Belli whispered in his ear. Spearswordshieldbow. It insisted, he smirked, willing the weapon into submission. Soon. He calmed it, cracking his knuckles. "Come to war!" He called in a booming, thunderous voice. "Come to death!" The shrieking of panicked civilians didn't abate his bloodlust. His mind was focused purely on the battle, and his open challenge would no doubt garner some attention, his deep brown eyes keen like a hawk's, watching for any kind of attack. He was already feeding from the skirmish, the violence giving him more power. And the more it escalated, the stronger he'd become.

@purveyor: @neuromind: @we_must_evolve: @miss_japan: @silver_spider_: @_reynard_: @statler: @miss_america_: @the_roman:

She wasn't one for the monologue for the supervillain speach of self imposed grandeur. Honestly despite doing this under an ideology she wasn't going to go out of her way to explain why she did things. However a window to intercept her initial bombing action was provided by the words and actions of the hero of yesteryear. Or maybe it was of today, honestly while a small fraction of the world ran around shooting lasers and dawning spandex it was still a wide array of characters. She didn't know Reynard or care an enemy was simply that.

Moving to try and evade the attack of the hero allowed the robotic suit to fly in and seize the sphere of energy. Rocketing skyward the exsplosion would likely only bring harm to the machine by the time it'd detonated. More troublesome though was the speed at which the machine had to move knocking the nuclear activist from initial path she didn't avoid the needle as well as she'd intended. Not wanting to walk around naked Azrael had focused most her telekinesis on defense training. However of the Venezeula Elites Azra was not the most impresive in the psionic game, and her foe was in the upper tier of such.

The needle though halted before digging into her skull did in fact puncture the barrier. Thin metal broke apart on contact but so to did the barrier and the high velocity slivers sank into the socket and tore apart the retina of the left eye. Crimson ran from her alluring features her jade eye a horrific mess. Then came the sonic attack from the armored legion, with the barrier briefly fractured the radioactive revolutionary found herself on hand and knees ears ringing without end. A migraine like no other and her brow feeling like it was on fire from her ravaged eye all the destructive devil could do was laugh.

"Sorry can't hear your witty banter. Nice shot though." Moving her head to let scarlet hair mask her ravaged features Azrael grinned as her palm against the sidewalk glowed. Letting another exsplosive ball look to enter the world and violently trigger her intention a point blank shot to the ground instead of a singular mark. If they could stop the detonation it'd be great for the cast of heroes and assassins present.

Though the more likely outcome was that the expsplosion would carry through and from there a variety of side effects. Launching the destructive force into the ground was intended to send granite shards skyward like a perpetual rainstorm of bullet like stones. Seeking to turn costumes soldiers and civilians all to Swiss cheese from debris. From the process of thermonuclear ordanance came an EMP with any luck such an electro magnetic pulse would shut down things like computers tanks drones and perhaps even the legion from Mars.

Naturally though once again the worst part of being at perpetual ground zero however was the radiation cancerous burning and destructive. The incredible heat that'd disentigrate almost anything within the area. An amount of exsplosive air pressure that could reduce buildings easily to scattered remains. They'd stopped one bomb and they had taken her eye but as an instrument of death it was likely she'd go until someone had reached the finite end.

Kill The President!

Even the smallest of conflicts can ripple into destructive ocean waves.

Not many know about the day the FBI introduced themselves to Prime Enterprises. It was a small event, a crumb compared to the scheme of things, but without the garner of the anomalous emeralds that excelled at what it did, it wouldn't have caught the consideration of lingering eyes. The potential of these small gems were like planetary meteorites that created tsunamis for the future. Drowning and flooding the future in its overwhelming power, but that future Is Now. Falling into the hands of the mastermind that played everyone into his game, like pawns on a chess board. This was merely just the start of everything before stronger pieces were applicable into his strategy.

One hundred strong and counting more.

Explosions breached the assembly. Using it to their advantage, thanking the red haired mutant, in return her reward were the pawns arrival. Dust from the ghastly detonation insulted the ground into the sky. Using the debris as visual cover they came in numbers that surrounded the perimeter of the destruction. Glimpses of yellow hues within the thick volcanic fog would reveal themselves as they rushed in. Armored hazmat suits nullified the aggressive waves of radiation and thermonuclear heat, perfectly designed to resist the nuclear mutants terraforming verdict. It was the third generation of S.I.N duplicates, arriving on queue. Aiming down their cannons and machines, they were the armaments designed to morbidly weaken the one thing the heroes used the most, their super powers.

Bathed by the electromagnetic pulse, but just like their suits resistances, the metal they hauled were radiation hardened, unaffected by the EMP. With their technology still in a successful state they would sew their wrath into the sinews of the battlefield. A blitzkrieg of jaded hellfire came from the barrels of laser rifles and flamethrowers, each exuding the radiation of Mutanite. Turning the structured building into a rickety mass of concrete slowly being timbered by their green weaponry, but most importantly drenching the entire place in green emission that the emerald fuel produced. . a bare sniff and presence of the Mutanite poison would be enough to know that they meant to dominate and conquer this contest of power. @silver_spider_@_reynard_@neuromind

Broadcasting the battle, four individual surveillance cameras streamed the assassination attempts on national television.

A flurry of gunfire called fourth the instincts and arrival of heroism. Instructing their will to become meat shields for the President who idly stood his ground. It was symbolism that he wasn't a man that would be easily defeated. Standing for the new era of change, he would not move. It was a stand against the evil-doers that dared go against his will to protect those in need and the nation saw that as the heroes, purple, martian, patriotic and spider-like all put aside their differences and unified to combat the greater evil that was represented.

It showed the world that the diablolical enormities were afraid of him. Finally the criminal world was scared, and they showed it in their desperation to kill the president. A single mans rule would jeoportize their plans of villainy, because deep in their souls they knew he was driven and motivated to do the unspeakable, unlike the leaders that once reigned, he wasn't soft and nice. No. He told them the truth of their weakness and that's what finally drew the last straw. The devils knew he was stronger than all of them, Knowing he was a man of change. It was now or never, the conquering president took away the cowardice of man and replaced it with swords and shields. It was time to finally fight back against the hordes of demons.

The broadcast was a visual call, that Brutus was doing more good than harm. That his beliefs were worthy of following. When was the last time the villains were actually scared of the heroes? Never. But now he had changed that and he intended to keep it that way.

Then the feed stopped to black. Rumbling and volanic fissures of the ground below released a screaming rupture and destroyed the cameras. The world was now blind and the president would reveal a small amount of his power for the live audience to sample.

The explosion swirled fire and tickled, the chaos of earth scattering across the presidents magnetic shield that didn't even crack, it simply was unphased by the gnats of ceramic projectiles and the kinetic wave doused his invisible shields but its force was like a child trying to tackle a full grown man. It was nothing to him. He was the knight of durability and protection, entirely confident in himself. Brutus didn't even sweat when the nuclear star was released. He had contingencies for everything, but he would rather let these.. mediocre heroes solve the problems his inventions would of solved ten times faster.

"Since you haven't moved already I'm assuming you're not wanting to relocate to a more secure area?"

"Relocate? Why? This is a front row seat" He was waiting for the right time, and the yellow suits came just on time in their theatrical entrance through the fog of war. His shields completely undamaged by the sudden barrage of green projectiles, it was time to show these heroes and villains how useless they were compared to him.

Using the Zeta beam technology of the Cerberus Satellite. His right arm changed from one utensil into another. Metamorphosing the claytronic program in his suit to change into a particle transposer. Like a god, he simply waved his hand across the ashen fields and from his palm, a light had smited the ground in his power. Traveling his might like a tornado of light that effortless emanated from his view. What would look like instant vaporization was really Zeta Beams transferring the particles their of bodies into stasis chambers. Instantly containing over twenty of the yellow suits in his sepulcher with a flick of his hand.

All it took was a simple touch and they would be gone in a blink of an eye. Like a lighthouse he would shine his light brightly now gaining the attention of those who truly threatened him.

"Who wants to go first? It doesn't matter though, you all have the same fate" The purveyors voice boomed as he levitated himself to the sky. Speaking down to those that dared go against him.

@silver_spider_: @_reynard_: @d-o-m-o-d: @purveyor: @614azrael: El Cid only saw it coming when it was too late. This kid was fast! El Cid was superhuman already, but this Silver Spider had proven his speed an excellent match. He held up on arm but the attack but was literally thrown to the side and off his feet no less, with actual pain! That was even more uncommon than actually getting hit by a person if he didn't let them.

"You're a good opponent kid." El Cid said cracking his neck and knuckles. His Target Locking Acid canisters suddenly shattered, the telekinetic doing. He shrugged. They hadn't had a setting yet so they were essentially harmless. It was unfortunate however, he had lost a valuable weapon.

He heard Reynard's words, "Careful. One day you may meet your match. You never know when someone is going to be there, waiting to kill you." He said in his deep voice and chuckled getting back to the matter at hand.

"I hate to tell you this amigo. But this is a wrestling mask. I've beaten people like you before in and out of the ring, and I'll do so again." He shrugged, "Just the way it is."

He leaped into the air well above some of the buildings and started coming back down. At first it may have seemed he was trying to create some sort of seismic event, had he not turned into a swan dive position when he was five yards from the ground. He intended on literally breaking into the ground and throwing it up. It would essentially screw with anyone within several yards of him directly and send rocks all over the place, especially towards the Silver Spider. Because once he did that he intended to run, underground, breaking through the earth and cracking it apart above him as he ran underneath where the Silver Spider and the military were.

@_reynard_: @statler: @614azrael: @d-o-m-o-d: @purveyor: @we_must_evolve:

The next 30 seconds went from minor incident to major catastrophe, his metallic torso lay solid on the ground. Arms placed down, reaching for a solid surface to push off of however, his equilibrium was still reeling from the sonic assault. Unluckily for him, it didn't provide enough force to disable his primary target. Her fire red hair cascaded down her face, her hands resting against the ground.

Off to the right a series of rippling explosions tore through the area, hordes of yellow suited soldiers stormed the battlefield. Tinted glass obscured their features but, from their weapons and body language it was obvious what their intention was.

Back to his left the ground lit up with a blinding purple hue, the mechanical suit was first struck by the impact. Sending it hurtling through the air and skidding across the ground, red alerts rang across his displays warning him that his drones were under heavy powered assault. Another wave of energy followed suit, an electromagnetic pulse. Energy slamming against not only his drones but his suit he was currently wearing. The threat of an EMP was always present in the galaxy so as a contingency Ronald Larson installed a dummy circuit in all of his suits. When the pulse hit his suit, the circuit was deployed routing all excess energy towards a solid piece of metal grounding it.

The flames rippled around him, his systems urged him on what action to take, chaos raged all around him, he couldn't think, couldn't focus, couldn't….couldn't….could.

“Computer switch all drones to neurocontrol. Time to show them why I’m called Neuromind.”

He rose to his feet, his mind now split across all the drones. His brain focusing on all nineteen different suits operating on the battlefield. From all of their speakers his voice would be broadcast, across all of the battlefield his words would be heard. The anger in his voice, the hatred for all who had caused this.

“ENOUGH, THIS ENDS NOW”

The first to go was Statler, thrusts hurtled the fist of drone 19 towards his already bloody face. Onyx colored bolts lined onyx colored knuckles that sought to make contact with a human colored face. It held more than enough force to send his brain hurtling against his skull and his skull hurtling against the ground. It’s mechanical voice repeated the same message over and over from Drone 19’s vocal speakers.

“YOU WILL BE DETAINED.”

While Drone 19 hunted Statler Drone 18, 17, and 16 hunted the red haired mutant. Their metal graves slammed into the ground, dirt kicked up into the air. Their green eyes all stared down at her, lifeless but full of anger. Lacking compassion and holding only a single goal, to detain her by any means. Drone 18’s metal boot raised high into the air, the solid tread drove through the air towards her already ravaged face. At an exact 180 degree angle, drone 17 sent it’s fist forward on the other side of her head to sandwich it between the boot. Drone 16 shot it’s fist downwards to collide with the back of her head and slam it against the dirt she destroyed in an attempt to knock her unconscious. As they attacked, all three repeated the same message through their vocal speakers.

“YOU WILL BE DETAINED”

Last but not least was the roided out jock with the walnut brain. That one he would take on himself, had he not been the genius to fire the first shot this all wouldn't have happened. Once he jumped into the air it was the perfect time, flames burst from his feet, his body hurtled into the air. His fists clenched as he moved faster then any person that big in the air would be able to react. His path was calculated with utmost accuracy to perfectly intercept his flight path. His hand exploded forwards right in his decent path, fingers seeking to wrap around his neck and drive him into the ground by himself. There was no escape, it was so pitifully obvious that this idiot wasn't strong enough to hurt his suits. He was no Satar, just a pathetic rip off. If that hand grabbed that tree trunk of a neck it would squeeze, drive his hulking body into the ground and pummel his skull until he was asleep. 60 tons of force per punch, once he stopped moving it would be over. Neuromind wanted to keep him alive but, if he wound up dead it wouldn't bother him that much.

“YOU WILL BE DETAINED”

I forgot to reference the sonic impact plating but if he hits you or you hit the suits it would activate. My bad guys.

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Silver Spider leapt back after he punched El Cid, wanting to be out of the reach of his arms in case he wanted to attack him. He then heard how El Cid said he was a good opponent.

“Aw shucks,” Silver Spider said, still acting all cocky and the jokester that was his persona, “You’re making me blush.”

Getting himself ready to take on El Cid, he got into another stance. His legs were spread ashe lowered himself, and his arms a good few feet from his body. His hands were enclosed into fists. He didn’t know how he did this, it was just instinct. A spider’s instinct.

Wrestling mask? Wrestler? Could be useful information. Also, the fact that worries me is that he has faced others with powers. I could be out of my league here. Oh, well, no turning back now.

“Yeah, well, it’s a first time for everything,” Silver Spider retorted, as he readied himself for his next attack. Suddenly, El Cid leapt into the air, and Silver’s danger sense went ballistic. It told him to move, as El Cid dug into the ground.

As El Cid ripped through the ground and sent rocks and debris at him, Kane was already ahead of most of his rock and dirt. Still, it wasn’t enough, and Silver got trapped under some of the dirt.

Ugh. Gotta move.

Silver moved some of the dirt off of him, and sensed that El Cid was underground, burrowing under him. Trying to get to him. Adrenaline started pumping through his system as he removed the rest dirt and debris, and wiped some dirt off of his lenses.

My lenses! I forgot. I use them to see what his powers are and what he’s capable of.

Activating his communicators, he told his computer A.I, Orb, to use his lenses onboard camera’s to see if there was any information on this ‘El Cid’ on the internet. There were huge fan bases and websites full of information on superpowered individuals, like Wikipedia. Someone must have seen someone like him, and seen what he can do. (OOC: I know how Jason and the whole League are secretive and stuff so I know that maybe there won’t be any information on his identity or equipment, but maybe something on his powers.)

Readying himself, he was ready to fight against El Cid, but wasn’t sure what his next attack was. Also, how could fight against someone underground? He could get a general sense of him, thanks to his danger sense, but wasn't sure what to do.

This might be a problem.

Then, suddenly, Silver’s Danger Sense went ballistic again, and he turned seeing the redhead creating another energy ball,

Oh, you gotta be freakin’ kidding me!

Then, his danger sense kicked in again, there was a different danger. His flash precognition was kicking in, and he saw several men in yellow suits firing lasers, flames, and some kind of green gas. The gas seemed to be the real danger, since his danger sense was going crazy about that.

Gotta move. NOW!!

Jumping up several hundred feet into the air and firing one of his webs, he got better look at what was going on. Several of those robots were attacking, an energy bomb was about to go off, those two strange woman with the soldiers were here, and some new guy who seemed to have the whole Roman god thing going on. He landed on the nearest building he could find, and was away from the gas.

Oh, geez, what can I do?! WHAT CAN I DO?!!!! Okay, wait focus on a problem at a time. Just stay away from the gas, and try to web ‘em up for now.

Firing several webs at all of the men in the hazmat suits, the redhead, the dude with roman armor, and, even, the guy with the electrical powers. He hoped he could slow them down, or, at least, distract them until one of the big shots could handle them.

@neuromind: @silver_spider_:

A typical move by a typical suit wearer. They always followed the same darn patterns and claimed to be genius. But El Cid was a wrestler, and when it came to close combat he was a master of it. Before the metal hand gripped his throat his own hand was already in between it preventing it from squeezing. Hitting the ground was a piece of cake, he took hits from tank weaponry and survived, that was nothing. Then the genius behind the suit tried pummeling him with the robotic fists. They hurt the first few times, and his vision warped as his equilibrium was screwed with, he had to force himself not to vomit, even though El Cid made sure they hit his forehead not his actual face it was still very difficult to maintain that. But his healing would be enough to survive it at least. Now it was time to return the favor.

El Cids legs flipped around the arm near his neck and would prevent the next punch from getting near his head, they simultaneously would grab onto the robotic head and begin putting pressure between it and the rest of the suit threatening to break it off. But even if that didn't work he intended to do something more volotile, he was actually stronger than this machine he noted. While the robot hit with sixty tons of force, he could throw a tank through a train, and a tank could weigh up to 132 tons (K Wagen) Which meant now came time for his first legitimate attack against this fellow. He would grab hand around his neck, and since one hand was already in the way pulling it off would be reletively easy, and then he would flip and throw it sending it through several buildings before it stopped. However if the equilibrium blasts were too bad he might go in almost any direction making it a little less effective than if he had sent him horizontally. That is if the attack worked. Considering he had a lot of experience in this, and he presently had superhuman speed, it would be carried out with incredible efficiency, swiftness, and even grace. Although a bit less grace than normal thanks to a wacky sense of balance now. If it worked El Cid would be left standing but nearly tumble into a building as the equilibrium decided to give him one last wack.

"Two against one eh? Maybe some help is needed." He commented before pulling out a walkie talkie and whispering something into it as he forced a hand into the wall to hold himself up so he would fall over again.

Danng, this thing is messing with my balance. I'll have to fix that in the future. A new version of this Venom will have to be coming out I suppose. I can't really fight to well if I'm vomiting and falling all over the place like a drunk monkey.

The Silver Spider would discover that El Cid was a former WWE, MMA, and lucha libre champion and had proven to be easily peak human during his fights while strategizing how to win as well. He was a sort of celebrity. However then it was discovered he had worked up a crew that allowed him to smuggle and carry out paid jobs, a mercenary. And a good one. There wasn't many sightings of him after that because they kept to jobs they could do fast and get out fast, or kept to smuggling highly expensive goods, drugs, or weapons. He also had a notable moment where he suddenly became extremely strong. The details were uncertain but most speculated he had taken some sort of drug or become a mutant or meta human. A few believed he obtained this from an early version of the Blue Blood drug used by Red Masks men, although his strength levels were considerably higher.

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As Kongou continued her assault on El Cid, she was suddenly surprised by the arrival of a red god whom had fallen from the skies above. The fall that he had survived alone would attest to his durability, and his countenance to his purpose. After assessing the situation, she decided upon a plan of action. Each warrior that had arrived had paired up with an adversary and began fighting for their own reasons. The intentions behind this particular god that had just arrived at the scene worried her, and with everyone doing their part already, Kongou decided to tackle this new challenger. A few of her men had been thrown about and dazed by El Cid's charge, but very few of them were seriously injured.

"You want a war? I'm an army. I should be able to satiate just fine on my own." Kongou replied to the god's challenge, reloading her guns with the magna-rounds that she had previously chosen to not use. She decided that if this creature could survive a fall like that, he was worth using quality rounds on.

She looked back at the silver spider who had decided not to fire webs at her and shouted, "Hey, you seem to know a potential ally when you see one. How about I let you borrow my soldiers while I deal with this red guy? They won't follow your orders, but if you can hold the muscle-head down for long enough, they should be able to pump him full of enough tranqs to down him. They already started to take an effect from the few that hit him, so if you can help them land more shots, he should go down. They won't use lethal force until it's necessary, so you have no reason to complain, kid. I'm going after big red over here, so you may want to keep your distance. Good luck, kid!"

Kongou then spawned three drones, one above her and two at her sides. She took aim at the god with both the iron-sights on her BAR, and the eyes of the drones. Then she began her assault, She had the drones focus their fire at his face, or more specifically, his eyes. The rounds fired from those machines were ordinary, but 50 cal rounds. From her BAR she fired magna-rounds, bullets that shot out due to magnetic pulses that would launch in the God's direction with the force and speed of a railgun, and the frequency of the average BAR. The elite design of the RetroTech ammunition nearly nullified the kickback of her gun despite the power of its projectiles, and she would utilize the lack of recoil to keep the shots from her handheld weapon centered in on the god's chest as she fired. She was attempting to blind the red figure with her drones, and severely wound him with her weapon. She had no intention of killing him, however, and merely recognized his strength through his dramatic entrance.

She would watch the god's actions carefully and would respond to whatever counterattack that he would launch if he survived the initial assault. She was ready for whatever may come.

@neuromind: @silver_spider_: @we_must_evolve: @miss_japan:

It would only be a few minutes between when El Cid made the call and bullets starting raining down on the Silver Spider from several blocks away. If he could see that far, the Silver Spider would see the face of Hush.

The face of a serial killer with a sniper rifle who was determined to cause the evolution of humanity by forcing it upon them.

Equipped head to foot with weaponry. But most importantly was his secret weapon, the pain projector. He had yet to use it and figured this might be the first time.

Hit or miss until Hush saw the Silver Spiders open skull or chest those sniper rounds would not stop their deadly assault. Almost inhuman speed and accuracy accompanied every pull of the trigger as he sent one after another at the probably destination of the Silver Spiders head and chest, and occasionally arms, legs, or stomach. He came by a stolen car, and intended to leave by it. It was fast, but disposable, and hopefully that was enough to get him out if need be. In the mean time, it was time to fight.

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Allies were the best and worst of things the radioactive reaper thought to herself. As a series of hazmat wearing soldiers entered the fray peppering the air with weapons fire it was clear Azra had back up which was good. However it also meant she needed to reign her attacks in so as to not assault companions in the ongoing conflict. Granted it also meant the armored legion wasn't entirely focused on her, it was a mixed bag. Diving into the complexities of the ordeal however was a time consumer that she couldn't bother with. Support was here so tactics had to change. No prolonged spiel of plans or strategy the destructive force would almost symbiotically flow into a different form of combat. Years of experience and military drills put to use. Barreling down on her a trio of mechs looking to get into point blank range with an atomic bomb. Meanwhile the spider was in the air in the middle of a classic move of his kind. Her tactic was a simple one.

A controlled explosion traveling in a lateral fashion before bursting in the air. She didn't want to level everything like her previous moves but in a way this was better. A more inventive attack more befitting of admirable foes around her, first motion of the explosive action was to drop the scarlet savage down into a sudden crater. Resulting in the convergence of melee attacks to pass her by. If they had hit her equilibrium would of been completely shot and her alluring features battered and broken. Instead let them strike air or maybe even each other. Within this downward dodge was also the counter. A geyser of an explosion that looked to encompass melee opposition in the furious inferno of nuclear fision. Core of a nuclear explosion in controlled form Azrael sought to bathe attackers in a hundred million degrees Fahrenheit. Within the peak of the blast would come a far more radial detonation. Intended to not only burn out the webbing sent her way but hopefully the webbing sent towards the hazmat suit waring faction. Being air born the bombastic beauty also believed she might be so lucky as to catch the spider in the blast.

Rising to feet a bit hazy and unbalanced but far from unyielding the revolutionary looked to the anointed president. "Yeah, but it feels good going on my own terms. Let me go first."

Shooting forward like a rocket vermilion hair danced behind her like a commet tail as a fist looked to strike the dome of the president. At the last moment before probable block, hit or dodge her hand opened as if to go for a palm strike. Trailing behind the motion of each finger though was a marble sized globe. Each sphere of energy was controlled enough to have a radius no larger then a conventional frag grenade. Behind each bomb however the city leveling destructive force Azrael tossed about with casual ease. She didn't care if she died because moments like this showed that mutants could have the power of the greatest weapons by simple genetics. A superior breed was what she was apart of. Consecutive atomic warheads the self destructive sirens way of trying to paint such a picture.

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Danger sense is-!

"Whoa! Son of a-" Silver Spider said as he ran across the building at speeds that were faster than any Olympic athlete. He was trying to get away from some kind of energy blast that was directed towards his webs and him. Luckily, he was already on a building, and booked it across.

Then, the bullets came.

Sensing the bullets from an unknown location, Silver Spider's flash precognition activated. He saw into a few minutes of the future where the attacker with the sniper rifle was attacking him, and where he planned on shooting. Dodging the bullets with his danger sense, agility, reflexes, and speed, he kept running across the building trying to avoid the bullets while staying ahead of the vaporizing energy. Finally, he leaped off the building and landed on the ground. Looking behind him, he saw that the energy was no longer a threat, but had damaged the building.

Dodging several more bullets, Kane knew that whoever was shooting at him was good. Too good. No one could nearly hit him several times, and all that was keeping him ahead was his danger sense.

That's it. Time to get serious.

Sensing where the bullets were coming from, Silver fired a web line, and pulled himself into the air, and fired another line. He started swinging towards the building where this mystery sniper was coming from. As he swung towards there, he fired some webbing at the window to try to block the sniper's view by firing the wbbing at where he judged to be where his face was. With his enhanced marksmanship and sight, he was pretty sure it would hit his target. Then, when Kane was close enough, he would launch himself through the window, and attempted to kick this sniper.

Please work. Please work. Please work.

Underneath the mask Jason grinned as the webbing came in, he fired off one more shot, this time at the next web that the Silver Spider would use to try and make him fall. When the webbing obstructed his view he would drop a small remote explosive where he had been with the trigger in his left hand as he ran towards the stairs and aimed his rifle at the window. When the spider came through he would pull both the trigger of the gun and the explosive. It was a small enough detonation to not get to him as he would be a few yards away but powerful enough to give a mighty shock to anyone within six feet of it. The idea was that he would try to dodge the bullet and then find himself thrown across the room.

Of course there was the issue of the Silver Spiders speed. If he did manage to continue swinging despite the shot for the webbing and increased his speed more than when he had earlier before he broke through the bomb wouldn't be much use because he'd have already crossed the room. The problem with explosives was if you can't use them if you're to close, so it had to be weaker. And that meant less chance the Spider would get hit. It all depended on his speed.

@miss_japan:

Proelius cackled as the drones peppered him with concentrated fire, to which he didn't budge an inch, the bullets failing to penetrate his divine flesh. "Yes! More!" He ordered in that booming voice, starting to approach the woman, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "More! Give me more!" One would be forgiven for thinking that he was angry. He, in fact, wasn't. Just trying to goad as many people as possible into combat. If he did get angry, it would start to tug at the consciousness of those around him, amplifying all their negative emotions. Anger, rage, hate, lust. Everything that they were told was bad and evil and wrong. Fortunately for them, that was not happening. He could use the Winged Sandals of Mercury and finish this one with a sudden burst of speed, but the god of war wanted to enjoy this. Oddly, he felt no violence from the hovering craft, and although they weren't having an effect on him, even with their concentrated fire, he wanted to know why. He raised a hand and what looked like smoke began to seep from his pores, forming a shape, then solidifying into a long, metal spear. The Tongue of War provides, he thought to himself. His own personal weapon that could form any shape he desired. And each had the strength of Vulcan's forge. He'd never encountered a mortal craft that had armour which could withstand divine blades. He hefted the seven-foot long weapon, tested its balance, and heaved it at the nearest drone with enough force to split a small moon in two, wondering how its pilot was so emotionless. Even as the first spear streaked through the air, another materialised in his hand.

He started to take aim at another of the aircraft and--his aim was suddenly thrown off, the spear sailing up through the air, quickly disappearing from sight. Some would swear that it'd sailed clean into space. In truth, it disappeared shortly after Proelius ceased maintaining its shape. The Lingua Bella obeyed him, and as much as he could make it form weapons, those weapons too, could be dispersed just as easily. He looked at the woman, as she now, opened fire. Another of her projectiles slammed into his chest, and he was forced back a half-step. "Well...well...well." He grinned, continuing his advance, slower now, almost as if he were wading through her assault. "Good, girl! But if this is all you have, War is unimp-!" One of her bullets slammed clean into his forehead, cutting his sentence short, knocking his head back like in some cartoon. His eyes had rolled back in their sockets from the sheer impact, and he stopped for a moment, looking as if he had been stopped for good. After a long few seconds, his head slumped back forwards, his eyes dizzy and unfocused for a moment as he tried to recapture the last few instances of time. An angry mark graced his forehead, no doubt it would be a vicious bruise in a matter of hours. He found his target, locking gazes with her for just a moment, his expression impossible to read, before he bellowed with joyful laughter. "Girl! You entertain me so! I, Proelius, would know your name, that I might tell my children of this day!" He cracked his knuckles again, not resuming his advance, waiting for her answer.

@the_roman:

Kongou was initially left speechless as the spear tore through one of her drones and the sound barrier exploded near her. She again had no words to spare when she found the god standing before her... laughing heartily. While his laughter filled the area, Kongou's eyes narrowed as she tried to determine what exactly it was that caused such a reaction. Her gun drifted downwards as she was flooded with momentary confusion. She noticed that the being had stopped his advance and decided to comply with him for the moment.

"...Uh, you can call me Miss Japan. That's what most people know me as. Right..." Kongou answered the god, still a bit confused by the situation.

Considering that her opponent had survived a barrage of magna-rounds with little damage, she decided to roll with the given situation and keep him busy. She had plenty of tricks to spare, and her job was to protect the president from all threats... including those of a divine nature.

"I'll tell you what? There's a bit of a dance going on behind me, and I'm sure you want to see more, right? Let's go somewhere where we can party just you and me." Kongou offered.

She snapped her fingers and each of the drones floating above her fired two rockets, one at a time, at the god's feet. They were strong enough to bust bunkers, but in this situation they were intended to blind and stun the being momentarily. After firing the rockets, Kongou darted to the god's right with her superhuman speed and fired a few more magna-rounds directly at his head. She then nodded at him and took off around the corner, hoping to lure him away from the violence.

"Well, good thing he's in a good mood I suppose..." Kongou thought to herself as she turned a corner.

It was on this very day that the world was destined to change forever. Even in the moment, everyone knew it. The signs were written in the air along with all of the gunfire, experimental technology and flying bodies.

And of course mass media documented every second of this great display of valor versus deception, so that Idle minds could ponder the events of the President's speech for several days to come. But there was one moment no one seemed to want to talk about out loud.

It was too unnerving. Bittersweet to the point of ominous celebration amongst a few families.

"Breaking news on the scene of president-elect Dagaal Ares continues to emerge as the fighting ensues-- Get this, the bodies of bystanders caught in the crossfires have been reanimating from their untimely deaths. At the moment we cannot discern whether or not this is our new President's doing or perhaps the miracle of some other individual out on the scene, but rest assured grieving families, if your loved ones have not made it home yet--"

Was it black magic? New Stark tech? People wanted to know, but were too sick with blind gratitude to investigate until it was weeks too late.

"Um-- but one second... New reports are coming in from the scene and as you can see from the footage, the reanimated citizens are crawling out of the rubble, bushing off their blemishes, and just standing there. They're chanting in masses, they're saying--"

It came from beyond their lungs. Something guttural, primal, and practically inhuman. Several modern people suddenly took on the likeness of old prophets and screamed amongst all of the fighting

"--Quiet... Quiet.... That's all they're saying while they stand there seeming unaffected by the battle breaking out all around them. I don't know what to say about this... It's--"

The chanting lasted for thirty seconds straight, and just as suddenly as it started, the unified demands stopped. The several reanimated citizens seemed to have been released from their trance and evaded the scene promptly.

Amongst all the havoc, most families were just happy to see that no one amongst the innocent died that day. And it wasn't until weeks later when those same reanimated citizens were all reported to have committed mass homicides that detectives thought to link all of their events back to this single moment.

Reports from the reanimated crowd's writings, conversations and blogs before their eventual crimes would reveal many things about changes in their psyche after being revived, but most importantly, in one fashion or another, each person who momentarily died that day recalled seeing the same thing before being brought bach into the world of the living. The same person. They called him The Quiet Man. They said he looked like life and death.

They Said He Ran Away From The Prophecy

As of writing this, I haven't been able to find very many public records to confirm whether or not The Quiet Man actually-- physically-- entered the fray of the battle, but Josh Nagel a cameraman from VNN news, swore by what he saw. He also admitted to showing up for work high that day, but his sobering eyes caught what the camera did not.

Nagel claimed the Quiet Man spontaneously appeared like a glitch in reality. He pointed a filthy blade at the fox (@_reynard_), the spider (@silver_spider_) and finally the mutant (@614azrael). Then, he disappeared in waves of gold amongst all of the chaos.

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I’m nearly there.

Then, suddenly, his webbing snapped. He knew that the sniper must have shot his web.

“Aw, crap,” Silver Spider said, then he fired off another web-line and pulled himself back up into the air, before becoming a splat on the ground.

“Spidey: 1, Ground: 0,” Silver said to himself, as he swung and crashed through the window of the building. He landed in the room, and wasn’t too far from the bomb, but was far enough that it would have less of an effect than Hush would want.

Suddenly, his danger sense went on the fritz, and tried to dodge the bullet. Luckily, he rolled to the side of the room, avoiding the bullet, but then the bomb detonated. It sent him flying into the wall, and it’s shockwave dealt less damage than Hush would probably have wanted but left Silver in a daze.

“C’mon, get up,” Kane was starting to get his bearings, and was lifting himself from the floor. He wasn’t sure if Hush was still here or not, but didn’t care. Silver had a new buzz, a buzz that was different, like he was sensing something. Something new, something powerful, something….evil. Then, his precognition kicked in. Why? He did not know, but felt some buzzing, buzzing that meant someone wanted to harm him. Silver Spider saw a man, man in red, and was pointing a sword in his general direction direction, then Reynard, then the redhead.

WHAT THE HECK??!!!!!! First, nuclear-bomb-energy redhead, then hazmat guys with toxic gas, then a drugged-up wrestler and a sniper, Reynard, Brutus, Neuromind beating the crap out of people, and now this? A guy with a red mask and sword who might want to kill me? This day keeps getting better. I feel so special. Me and my spider-powers. What was I thinking? I could swoop in a save the day? Yeah, I think I was thinking along those lines, cowboy.

Getting his bearings together, he looked up, and tried to find the sniper. If he left, Silver would try to search for him, but would give up if he could not find him. If not, he would try to shoot some web-lines at him to capture him.

@silver_spider_:

With the spider temporarily immobilized it was time to take action. He started down the stairs running along the wall to move down them faster as he slipped another bomb under the steps to go off the moment it sensed movement. This one was a bit more powerful than the first and he hoped that if the spider even took the stairs he would be blown to pieces.

Work or not he would enter the basement of the building hiding behind a few boxes near the entrance with another bomb with a remote switch that he would set off at the spider if he somehow managed to come down here without dying from the first blast. If it failed it would be time to change weaponry, instead of the sniper rifle which he quickly took apart and packed away he would use a 100 pound compound bow. He could fire it repeatedly far faster than even an expert person since he didn't actually have to register the sensation of movement to continue. Using the poisoned arrows at his left side, explosive arrows on the right which detonated when they came to a stop, and regular hunting arrows across his back, he was not an easy prey.

If he heard anyone getting nearby he would pull out the explosive arrow and activate it. Ready to blow up the explosive near the entrance with the remote followed instantly by the arrow should someone he considered a threat enter. He hoped he could simply cause the spider trouble until it was over, maybe even kill him. But he wasn't sure it would work. This person seemed to be unbelievably lucky and was good at surviving. He would require studying.

@we_must_evolve:

He just wouldn't stay down, he wouldn’t give up, he wouldn’t accept his punishment the easy way. His fist pummeled against the forehead of a brutish buffoon, the onyx bolts only adding to the damage. Each blow backed by an unfiltered rage to end this conflict, he was losing his composure, his hero mentality. The artificial personality he crafted to help mend his sins was slowly melting away in the fires of the battle and of his crucial mistake. He had come underprepared and under armed to face the adversities of Earth. His time spent studying the biology of their people hadn’t produced enough information and now he was staring down the barrel of a loaded gun.

He didn’t let up, the fires blinding him from his movements, anger and rage at himself overpowering the anger he felt towards others. His blows became predictable and repetitive enough for his hand to be caught. The meaty fingers of flesh wrapped around the bloodstained knuckles of metal. Almost on reaction he made use of the movement, the retractable knife crafted from Mars’s own super material Fochalt sprung forward. A material that could produce edges so sharp they cut at a molecular level, no material was strong enough to resist their cutting power. A point blank stab towards the palm of the hand looking to draw blood before the blade was retracted.

Tree trunk like legs shot up wrapping around his suits trapped arm and a free hand wrapped around the back of his head looking to put pressure on the neck of his helmet. However, there were two things wrong with this “professional wrestler”, his knowledge of grappling was lacking. In this situation he would consider himself in a position of power however, it couldn’t be farther from the truth. He wrapped his arms and placed them against the neck as if he was going for an Armbar, the most common counter to an armbar from the ground was to stack the person's weight on their neck. Study of Terran martial arts forms had given the Tenth Generation Larson an understanding of such maneuvers. It was made even easier when he started pulling down on the neck, what El’Cid thought was putting pressure was actually just lending his strength towards the stack. A position that put the body in such an uncomfortable position it became incredibly difficult to keep the submission.

Before he could break the hold the wrestler gave it up and instead opted for a hand on the neck, a loud ringing erupted from Neuromind’s suit as contact was made. Kinetic energy converted into a sonic pulse, his suit was thrown through the air. The brick wall of a building tried to stop his movement but all it did was slow it down. Metal slid against tile as his body skidded to a halt.

His knuckles dug into the ground, pushing his body up into the air. He watched from the eyes of all his drones, his mind splitting it’s focus across all their visual receptors. All he saw was red, feed after feed cut out. More and more of his brain power given back to him as drone after drone was overtaken by a powerful nuclear blast.

His eyes flashed red, he had lost 20 suits today, month's work thrown down the drain by a mutant and an ape. He dug deep, floor tiles cracking beneath his suits strength. A sound that wasn't human erupting from his throat, from the wrist mechanism a knife like blade of pure blue swung outwards.

“YOU WILL NOT LEAVE HERE”

Flames exploded from behind the bottoms of his greaves, the heat igniting the room he was just in. Powerful trails of smoke moving behind him, the first to go would be the brute. His free hand constantly pounding against his chest, Vestibular System Obliterating, heavy vomit inducing pulses shooting outwards. He swooped downwards, blade extended, a single slash aimed at slitting the throat followed by a second thrown towards the sternum in a downwards cutting motion. A powerful front kick aimed straight towards the kneecap to bring this man to his knees and the final blow, a forward thrust towards the brain. Should the blade penetrate he would stop in the frontal lobe and lobotomize the brute.

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Silver Spider got up, and used his enhanced senses to hear if this sniper was still near. He heard this person’s footsteps, and proceeded to jump off the stairs when his danger sense went off. Instantly, his danger sense and instinct kicking in, he jumped up a few hundred feet. Kane landed on the very ceiling above the stairs, as the detonation rocked before him.

That was close.

Silver watched as all of the debris from the stairs fell down to the bottom, the waited a few moments before firing two web lines and lowered himself down.

“Hey, sniper dude, you sure know how to play hide-and-seek hardcore,” The Silver Spider joked.

He looked around, and couldn’t find him. Kane decided to rely on his hearing once more.

Never did this before.

Silver tried to listen for the man’s heartbeat, and he wasn’t sure if he could. Then, he heard it.

“Thump Tha Thump Tha Thump.”

Gotcha.

Silver walked up to the entrance and was nearing the door, but halted, for he sensed that danger was here, near the door exactly. His danger sense then went on the fritz, and he leapt up into the air away from another explosion. Luckily, he was fine,a nd all of the shrapnel from the door, and bomb were simply stopped by his upgraded suit. He then leap back into the room with the sniper, and, with enhanced speed and marksmanship, fired several webs to ensnare the sniper.

“Geez, who are you? Bomb-man?” Kane asked, bewildered by this new enemy.

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A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing.

Some might say that he went too far. Anthony Griffin had invested over 32 million into this hit, nearly a year's worth of earnings. He spent it on weapons, information, services, and bribes. In every kill he had, Anthony never took action prior to being appropriately prepared. The hit ordered on the candidates was requested a tad too late for his taste, but it was an offer he had to accept. 100 million dollars. Double that, if his plan worked out.

The killer known only as Alkaid walked quietly amidst the panicked crowd, which pushed its way around him in order to escape. He absent-mindedly typed on his old-fashioned flip phone. It didn't have the pleasantries of modern devices, but he liked it. It was safe, cheap, inconspicuous.

Send.

He put the phone back into his pocket, and as the message was delivered, his attack system engaged. Gatling guns of his own design, hooked to stolen state-of-the-art technology, turned on. originally, the tech utilized a live feed from nearby cameras and satellite mapping in order to allow police snipers to make impossible shots. Despite it being considered too expensive and too unpractical for use in combat, Anthony thought differently. He adapted it to work fast and accurately, programmed it on how to operate depending on his targets and goals. This was his first attempt at using it on the field.

It wasn't long before 13mm rounds would start flying in from different directions and striking his designated targets. Rounds capable of piercing a through a tank, originating from around a kilometer away. They would focus on the violet vigilante, but they would also shoot at other targets.

Should the president elect, Brutus, stay still enough, a high-powered round would strike him at the shoulder. Perhaps it would pierce his armor and injure him. It would be odd if Mr. Dagaal-Ares was unharmed, while Reynard was either hurt or dead. It was a favor. The killer turned right on the avenue and smiled.

I'm too nice.

It would be quite nice if things ended here, but he had more to do. A lot more to do. He had traps to set, people to talk to, and possibly a confrontation ahead. As of now, Griffin needed to gear up.

Alkaid had rented a small apartment in an alley nearby. Two suitcases lay on low-hanging balcony right above him. The bags, which had been placed there prior to the speech, held his personal weaponry as well as a few other gadgets. Leaping up, Anthony grabbed the railing and pulled himself up. He took the two cases and walked into his room. He took out his weapons, both bladed and ranged, and readied up.

The moment Hush saw him the arrow was on its way and he was trying his best to try and move out of the predicted field of where the webbing would head towards narrowly dodging it as it zipped right next to him.

Cracker jacks! He's fast. I'll have to predict his actions if I want to be of any good here.

At the same time he thought it he would make sure to analyze every action, every word, and every subtle movement that Silver Spider made in order to predict the ones next, and possibly mimic them even. He was an acrobat as a child and the Silver Spider seemed one by nature, Jason might even learn something new.

Of course there was on unfortunate drawback to not having inhuman speed, even if you see it coming, you can't always dodge. One of the last webbings caught hold of his foot latching to the brick wall. He was fortunate he could break brick but not so fortunate now because he was only about ten yards away from a super human. He pulled out a knife and a gun sending a volley of bullets at the Silver spider with one hand while jabbing at the brick with the other to try and break himself loose.

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Ha! I got him cornered. Oh,-!

Silver Spider's danger sense alerted him again ahead of time that he was in danger. His precognition kicked in, showing him second to minutes in the future of who was going to attack him and what they were going to attack him with. Seeing the gun in the precognition, he got ready to dodge the bullets.

Leaping to the left and right, it would seem he had remarkable speed that could out-speed bullets, but, in reality, he just knew where this sniper was shooting with his enhanced speed, reflexes, and danger sense. He could sense where the danger was coming at him, and his instinct told him where and how to move. It was hard to describe, but it was like he was in a zone. A zone where nothing could touch or hurt him.

Moving with lightning speed, he jumped and rolled over to the side of the room, and proceeded to fire another web. This one was to jam his gun, while also leaving a web-line so that Silver could try to pull the gun out of his hands, which he attempted. Meanwhile, he fired another web-line towards his knife, so to stop him from escaping from his webs by doing the same trick of pulling the weapon out of his hand.

"Wow. You sure are putting up a fight. I noticed that El Cid used his radio to call someone. That someone must be you," Kane stated, his perceptive mind catching on to what El Cid did earlier, "Heh. You should have got the stuff he was on. You might have had a chance, but you're just another regular assassin. You're wasting my time."

What Silver Spider said was true. This man was wasting his time. Silver could be out stopping the superhuman threats, and what? He was taking of a guy who didn't have anything except regular weapons, and a few fancy skills.

This is going to be a piece of cake. No sweat.

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I've got your pattern now. He saw the web coming into the gun but instead let go just as the web reached it so he wouldn't bother with it, no doubt the Silver Spider was stronger. As he did he tossed up a rock into the next one to prevent it catching his knife before slamming his free hand into the knife to use it like a pick as it shattered the brick like glass and freed him.

As he did he held the knife with his left hand another pistol with his right, he said nothing. The glint in his eyes said it for him. He was waiting for the Silver Spider to make a move so he could return the favor.

His eyes scanned

his every minor action to predict Spiders next one. Two could play at the game of future telling, and with near eidetic memory it meant he might also be able to judge the spiders identity in the future if he ever came across him.

Cocky outgoing attitude. Superhuman conditions. Prediction or precognition. Highly strong web-like substance, can be fired from wrists. Extreme agility. Typical spider themed hero.

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"Okay. You're not much of a talker, are you a hugger, plastic-face?" Silver Spider said as he examined the white mask the was on his face. The man was tall, lean but probably muscular from those moves from earlier.

Hmm...He's just standing there. Interesting. Oh, well. I always went first in chess.

Silver Spider unleashed a volley of attacks. This time, he was going to be physical. Kane first tried to punch him in the head so that he would be rendered unconscious. He applied enough strength to render him unconscious, but could not really hurt him if the mask acted as protection for his head. Next, if his previous attack didn't work, with his other hand, he would try to punch him in the gut. After that, for the finishing touch, he would get onto the ground as try to use his leg to knock his feet out from underneath him. Silver only knew basic fighting moves, and these were moves from the movies, but luckily with his instinct, the instinct of a predator, of a spider, his attacks had a better form than those who would try fighting for the first time in their life.

Ha! You're going down.

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@silver_spider_:

Jason leaned back from the first strike at the head sending a slash with a knife at Silvers wrists as it came over, kid was fast, but Jason was skilled and could move without having to see where he was going which made him considerably faster than a normal human.

The gut hit made enough contact even with Hush's attempt to dodge it to probably cause minor internal damage, not enough to die though, and since he didn't react to pain it wouldn't change much for the fight unless he tore something. As Silver Spider went for the ground he figured what would come next, either a swipe at the legs or an upwards attack meant to have a lot of force. It turned out to be the former. Jason was to slow to dodge it as he was better prepared for the latter but as he fell he decided to use his agility from acrobatic to his advantage. As he dropped he put his hands out sending himself into a backwards handspring preformed with utmost perfection considering he had been kicked over.

He'd had to be careful not to cut himself as he fell though due to the fact he had his weapons still in hand so it wasn't truly perfect, but it was a spectacular move. He touched the knife hand to his stomach trying to tell if any damage was done, if it had he might not really feel it since he was in constant intense pain so he had to check. Satisfied for the half a second check he brought up his gun sending three more shots before the cartridge was emptied. He flicked the magazine release and brought up another into it with perfect synchrony as he took two more steps back from the spider eyes still gazing at the Silver Spider. He wasn't sure how well he would be in a fight like this for longer, but he had a trick up his sleeve if things went to far bad. The pain projector wouldn't be so easy to take down if he was forced into using it.

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Silver Spider was happy that his two latter attacks worked, but was disappointed when they didn't have the effect he wanted. Not only that, but he wasn't fast enough to get his hand from getting cut up by the knife.

Dang it. Son of a-. Wait.

He had sustained no cuts, and his suit wasn’t even damaged.

What? How? OH, YEAH!

Earlier, a while before this whole event happened, he met Paragon a.k.a. Keira Hawke, who helped him heal up, and repaired and upgraded his tech after he was wounded by a super-villain. She gave him a new suit, which would act as extra armor, even though he had enhanced durability and could resist and even stop some types of damage,this new suit would give me an extra layer of protection.

Thanks again, Keira.

His danger sense bringing him back into reality, he bended himself backward and lowered himself by bending his knees, a difficult feat from some, but, with his enhanced agility and strength, it was more than possible. The bullets soared over him, and he raised himself back to full height. Then, he decided that this was no time to be fancy, and decided that desperate times called for desperate measures, especially since he had several other 'baddies' to worry about.

Firing his webs, he gave it everything he got. Kane was firing a huge blast of webs that would cover most of the width and length of the room where the sniper was. A huge blast of webs would try to ensnare him, and anything else on the side of the room. Silver was going to end this, and end it quick. He might not know how much webs are stored in his body, but didn't care at the moment. If he ran out of webs, then oh well.

No way he can escape these many webs. They'll cover that whole side of the room.

El Cid danced backwards to avoid the attacks but a sudden blast was just too much and threw him through the air unable to keep his balance as the Vestibular system was thrown completely out of whack. While Neurominds blade missed his throat it hit something that was essentially worse, the cable that connected him to his Venom. He dropped and rolled but struggled to move again as his muscle mass began depleting rapidly and heavy breaths came through him. Then next came the other hits, his kneecap snapped backwards and a gasp escaped him as a kick from Neuromind slammed into it. Then came the ending blow of the battle, a blade that slipped its way through skull into the front of his brain.

El Cid slipped off the blade lying on the ground eyes wide from the newly found wounds as his leg remained broken in a reversed position of what it should be, and as blood sought its way across his face onto the ground below from the hole on his forehead. His healing might allow him to live but only if medical attention was administered. Without the Venom coursing in his veins he wouldn't heal quite fast enough to fix it on his own, merely fast enough to allow him to survive it.

But what is it that would happen. The end of the fight came too quickly, he simply wasn't prepared for the kinetic to sonic material that was utilized by Neuromind to incapacitate. Had it been another material he might have done better, but it wasn't. So that's how it turned out.