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

@silver_spider_:

Dang, guess it's time then. With nowhere to run with his current gear he had only one weapon left that would halt this attack, the Pain Projector.

Forming a front facing pain construct shield that protects him from everything in a 200 degree view from the front of his head by putting up a Pain Construct shield. This shield essentially destroys anything that comes at it from bullets to things that can penetrate diamonds, stopping only short of lightning, building destruction, and certain forms of explosive attacks. While it may not destroy something like adamantium it would halt its approach considerably although Jason might be unable to move forwards.

It was on the lower levels and only appeared for long enough to rapid fire and burn the webbing as it closed in, or at the very least halt its approach. Pain constructs are highly destructive and leave results not dissimilar to burns or minor explosions, however they are simply pain taken destructive form.

This would leave him ready to prepare for a following attack that might come if the Silver Spiders wits and speed allowed him to preform an immediate followup for a response to his previous attack. Since the Pain Projector was linked to his nervous system and undetectable through scans most would probably assume he was using summoning or had an invisible ally with this capability.

I don't want to over use it. Even if it means I get caught. If I break it then who knows the damage it will cause or price to rebuild it. Yes it's possible but it would mean wasting precious time and leave me vulnerable. I have to fight like normal if I can, and only use it when it's absolutely necessary. He thought.

@silver_spider_: @jason_ford:

Anthony mechanically equipped an assortment of guns, blades, and a few surprises. He fiddled with the unopened dark blue suitcase, a little present that he had brought along. Griffin then pressed a button on a small metal box and put it in his back pocket. It was a sturdy tracking device, so that his extraction team could find his location and get him out through the city's underground network of sewers, tracks, and tunnels.

The hitman pulled on his gloves on like a surgeon would prior to a surgery. He pulled out his revolvers and lept onto the now deserted street. Walking alone with a smile on his lips, he loaded them with their unusually heavy bullets. Like a bat in the night, he used his ears, searching for signs of fighting. The explosions and rubble easily revealed the location of the two.

"Found you~"

Raising his left revolver like a grim reaper would his scythe, he pulled the trigger. The bullet rippled through the cold city air, flying at the arachnid's head with marksmanship fitting of the highest calibre of mercenaries.

@anthony_griffin: @jason_ford:

When Silver saw that his webbing was incinerated, even though it was several times stronger than steel cable, he was in shock. Whatever he had, it was like some kind invisible force that incinerated his webs. A force-field of some kind?

How did he-?! DANGER SENSE!!

Sensing the the blasts of invisible energy, Kane knew where to go and how to dodge. He leaped over to his left of the room, and out the entrance of the room.

That was close.

Then, suddenly, his flash precognition and danger sense were activated, and he saw an unknown man who held a revolver, and was going to shoot him.

With only minutes, Silver jumped up and clung to the ceiling as the bullet flew below him. Now, it was his turn. First, he would handle the man with the revolver, then take care of the other man. Throwing a spider-tracker at sniper, he would throw another one at the new man with the revolver. They were small, and hard to see, and with his enhanced strength and marksmanship, they should reach their targets and cling onto their clothes.

"Seriously, a team-up? Geez, I have superpowers, and it takes tow of you to take me on? Who are you guys?"

Firing webs at the man with the revolver, Silver planned to ensnare the new opponent, then handle the sniper next afterwards. The trackers were just insurance in case they got away.

@anthony_griffin: @silver_spider_:

Hush was internally pleased to see that someone had arrived. Then he saw Silver dodge another bullet and throw something, however it was far to small and fast to see. He tried to hit it aside with the end of his gun by guessing its speed and trajectory but wasn't sure if it worked or not (I'll just let you choose.) In any case he planned on scanning himself later for it. Although he figured he could dispose of his present clothes fairly easily, they weren't incredibly special so it wouldn't cost much.

He would nod a sort of acknowledgement to the marksman who just arrived and proceed to send an explosive arrow at the place where the Silver spider was as he switched weapons once again. As he did so he would race underneath the webbing to attempt to grab up his pistol which Silver had taken from earlier and decide what to to do after that.

No doubt stronger forces will come soon. If it comes to it I can use the pain projector on a higher level but if possible I intend on leaving now, however for security measures I'll leave them a little present behind when I go. That way if they intend on following me I'll have something to bargain with. He thought.

@statler@614azrael@ran

“Try this again and I won’t forget all about this little slip up of yours, Lorentz.” Atticus threatened. Fist raised like an older sibling, who was coercing the youngest into doing his bidding. “You wouldn’t want to stop getting those royalty checks.” He continued, his throat sounded as sour as the rotting corpses that would be caused for what would happen next. Statler was one of the many reasons he had grown bitter towards the system. Criminals got to walk around doing whatever they pleased, but if he decided to protest a borderline authoritarian government, he got crucified by everyone from Vatican city to Washington DC.

Disregarding one of the last remaining members of his rogue gallery, Atticus turned his body towards the woman who had attempted to destroy the nation’s capital. As she released the her attack like a bee ready to sacrifice her own spine in order to sting the United States, he watched as the neutron struck the isotopes of energy she was creating from her hand, splitting the nucleus into pieces and releasing a devastating amount of energy were seemingly stuck in time for him. The neutrons produced by the split atoms had frozen in the fabric of reality, as they struck the nearby nuclei. The chain reaction occurred at the speed of molasses as trillions of atoms turned into tiny suns before his eyes.

The crowds had realized that this wasn’t safe anymore too late, the expressions in their faces frozen in his brain as their pupils reflected their personal Armageddon. They would all be dead, had he not created protective layers made from telekinetic energy like the one he had around himself. They begun being lifted into the air almost like it was a TV invasion from another planet. The civilians would be carried away to the nearest block as the people below kept on fighting.

Some had unfortunately been caught in the middle of the attacks or so it appeared, yet managed to somehow come back into the land of the brain dead. Another combatant had entered the arena, pointing his weapon at the Flying Fox and then left. Surely he would prove to be a problem for another day. Now, he had to focus on the walking-talking nuclear warhead with the personality of a AK-47.

“Okay, I’m getting tired of this.” Reynard came down in a swoop, making the windows shatter in his movements. Ripples in the street shifted like an Earthquake was about to happen, but it never came. Instead, his two palms had attempted to grab the Mutant Terrorist by the neck and propel himself into the stratosphere, away from Washington DC and everyone else. Her kind of power would inevitably lead towards the destruction of everything in sight. In the air, he would keep pressing his world shattering palms into her throat to further expedite the process of making her unconscious.

@silver_spider_: @jason_ford:

After seeing something being thrown his way, Anthony instinctively jumped to the right, attempting to dodge whatever was thrown his way (you may decide whether it hit me or not). As the arachnid fired webs at him in rapid succession, the killer had to think fast. Preferring not to reveal the capabilities of his gloves, he took off his overcoat with no time to spare. He held out his piece of clothing to intercept the spider's webbing, but this did not mean, however, that he did not feel the brunt of the attack. Gladly he had not been ensnared, but he felt as if he was struck by a moving car. Griffin grunted.

"Ok..."

Alkaid took out a series of poisoned throwing spikes. He tossed them expertly, as if he had done this a thousand times. The assassin leapt towards the two, grabbing a railing and launching himself up.

He intended on finishing the hero in hand-to-hand combat.

@anthony_griffin: @jason_ford: (OOC: Sorry for making you guys wait, been really busy with life.)

Silver sensed both attacks, the arrow and the ninja spikes. Easily, he pushed himself off the wall, and away from the explosive arrow and the spike. Both hit where he was seconds ago, and the arrow exploded, taking the spike with it.

Seeing the new guy coming at him to face him, and attack him, Kane knew he needed more space. AS quickly as he could, he leaped through an opening in the wall created by the earlier used explosives, where he could be out in the open.

Meanwhile, both tracers were small, and could be easily thrown at phenomenal speeds, and could reach there targets unless they had enhanced strength and speed. The trackers would be somewhere on their bodies, probably their chests. If they paid attention to its speed and trajectory, they could possibly find it and remove it, but they were small and hard to notice, causing a bit of a search.

Now, with Silver out in the open and out of the building he was ready. He fired more webs at the new intruder, focusing on him since he was the closest around him. Then, sensing energy in his arms, he had now built up enough bio-electricity to use.

Firing it, it would travel quickly at the speed of, well, electricity. If it reached him and hit him, it would render him unconscious or, at least, unconscious.

"Seriously? First you try bullets, now you're going all ninja on me? If the bullets didn't work, then do you really think the spikes will? Or arrows? Yeah, I'm talking about you, the guy with the white mask. Seriously you guys are LOSERS. IDIOTS. I mean, you guys can't touch me, and, even if you did, you couldn't hurt me," Silver Spider said cockily, trying to insult them both, and, possibly, get a reaction.

@anthony_griffin: @silver_spider_:

Hush stepped out into the open, not before dropping behind him a heavy bomb under some of the rubble with the switch in his pocket, and then he hung his bow across his back and drawing a large knife as he cocked his head at the Silver Spider. He made sure that if he did end up shooting he wouldn't hit the newcomer to this fight, he also had already studied the Silver Spiders movements and algorithms allowing him to predict his moves if he tried, or mimic them.

Jason glanced at Anthony Griffin making sure to examine his patterns as well as things moved on. He made no quick movements, instead he just started walking towards the Silver Spider. Casually. Of course in his head he was already working out where the Spider would attack next and how to make sure to dodge or defend against it.

Suits of yellow instantly vanished from the slashing cyclone of light that he painted against the battlefield.

As stated before, Brutus was a dilettante and as an artist he would remove every imperfection from the canvas of the battle with his opening. Instant wrath from his palm would be described as a split-second slaughter, a boot to an ant colony. Yellow hues of such disastrous villainy met their indefensible fates through his dominating angelic machinery, there were no last words, just penance and pity that he executed. Brutus hated these worthless cut throats, but just like a noble gentleman he also wanted to help them succeed in the greater image. His image. With these teleportation beams that was bestowed upon them, he would grant them immediate rehabilitation and inner peace from the distinct lives they hoped and dreamed for, removing their greed and turning it into loyalty. Some may think of it as brainwashing, others will see it as slavery. Though in the perfect world that he will construct, all we be equally minded and nullified. It will be safe, it will be peace. That was his prophecy, his purpose, his divine decree to bring justice to the tainted world.

Like lifting a torch in the darkness of the night, he petrified the evil that dwelled the land.

Within just seconds the entire banneret of mutanite inferno has ceased, all it took was a sway of his hand that casted out his transposing flash. An attempt to cage them like the corrupted bandits they were.

But of course like the paltry mind of a cursed life, they continue on forward their useless crusade.

Bandits like these were just poor and unfaithful men, warriors with no cause, no direction. It was an opportunity to make those savages see that they have more purpose in life than just the primal instincts of greed and selfishness. Through the future of demonstrated power, he will stand amongst the uneducated and lead them like a herd. Brutus was the one and only man that could stand against the blight of criminals and swallow its bittersweet taste without any signs of change, because he was already as dark as any man could be.

Aggressively ripping away the enemies forces with his majestic palm, @anthony_griffinbut they continued to retaliate against the exterior of the nations champion. Trying to smite down their own power against his. It was an effort that composed of Gatling rounds, landing against his protective dome, but what is a gnat to a man? Brutus was far superior and they knew that, was it an attempt to annoy him? or an actual plan to hurt him? Nonetheless the knight stood still in the light diabolic spit. The saliva of ballistic projectiles tried to humiliate him, It may have looked like a hurricane of shrapnel, though to him it wasn't even a visible nuisance worthy of bringing his attention towards, just a mere tickle against fair flesh. Instead it only polished him more as the reflective light of the floating prophet showed the second coming of a new champion. Being basked in the skies holy light is very old testament, Brutus was a new arrival, instead of happy light his true introduction was the bright antipathy of raining hellfire. Shining his armor in the burnished of sluggish efforts, using the imagery of a stand-still man unharmed by the volley of demonic projectiles that screamed its embers at him.

This was the brink of power that he represented, to save mankind from itself and he the chosen one to discipline them of their ways. As a savior, as a victim, as a father to the country he would remove his tightened new leather belt from his waist and whip it until the creases of his justice has indoctrinated into the hides of this nation. The awaiting future is scratched into a masterful display as the knight walked through the hordes of fruitless desires. Brutus showed them, by using his wits and intellect alone, without any unfair advantage, he, a mere bare human can be indestructible. It almost made him laugh out of pity when the red haired mutant attempted to besiege him.

@614azrael"All this power, and this is all you can amount to?" The presidents mechanical glowing eyes matched those of an angel that simply looked down at the girl as if she was broken and dirty. Glowing holy light as the suits structure met against the fiendish hand of the mutant extremist. Its walls would release the light into the streets of the obsidian battleground. Giving crimson rays to the faces of the butchered buildings and debris. The executioner laying its hand upon the president with nuclear hazard, yet it just earned her a simple smirk underneath the knights emotionless face plate. She gave him exactly what he wanted. Something that he thirsted for greatly, not due to the greed of a simple man, but as a holy man that wished to battle against the spawn of evil.

As if his structure was of skulls and jaws repeatedly bashed by age and fist. The presidents suit stretched and twisted as it adapted to the excessive besiege. Creases of exposure spread out revealing the suits power absorption was reaching its nuclear capacity. It was fabulous he thought. Such power to help the world and yet she keeps it to herself instead of pushing humanities evolution forward. Each crack of the power siphoning armor gave him an archive of ideas. Her embodiment of a nuclear arsenal was wondrous. If he could just let a vial taste a bit of her burning blood, Brutus could finish the technological arms race for good. Even his latest designs of thermonuclear reactors would be completely obsolete if he had her powers. There would be no more cold wars, there will be a defense against the martians, there will be order.

IT WILL BE MINE.

As quick as she touched him, it would simultaneously funnel her energy right back out of his chests uni-core giving her a taste of her own medicine. If not? Redirecting the damage straight into the fields of sky preventing any further damage towards the city.

@_reynard_: @purveyor:

Her fist draws close a reaper's hand looking to grasp at one's soul and drag it away. What originally looks like neon nail polish becomes a series of bombs luminous and packing as much punch as some of the world's deadliest weaponry. Sharp words come her way, and the fact is they are justified. She was objectively speaking dirty, she came from the mess of Venezuela and was a mutant with horrific powers. She was broken, her eye was a mangled mess, potentially even gone, and she had no home a terrorist to most nations and a liability to others. However this was not all she could amount to. Precision was something she knew, and she acted with a motive. A radioactive revolutionary she didnt need the president to see the strugle of mutants. Rather just that her people knew the oppression didn't have to be stood for. When one person could be an army what was the armed forces nations waved around. People held more power then politicians.

Impresive armor took in every blast, absorbed all the volatile energy dumped out of the vermilion vixen who distributed nuclear violence. From that armor in its patronizing colors came a dispersal of light redirecting the volatile barage toward the radioactive revolutionary. Which she to took in, some of her clothes burned as her telkenetic defenses were softened by her planned counter. Azrael though retained her defiant image, tanking the nuclear energy for it was the very kind of thing that she could be born again from. A counter however demanded timing and so her backlash was not instantaneous. Someone else was coming in to combo off the president's attack and she wanted him here for it. Earth rattled and glass shattered as the purple outfitted hero came at her. Hands would grip around her throat squeezing against her telkenetic defenses with their own mental force.

Fists around her throat energy shot back into her figure the explosive extremist channels it into amplifying a retaliation. With allies gone from the scene do to previous action it turned out she didn't need to hold back at all. However her chocking adversary had better telekinesis and she knew he likely would counter her actions on some level. So her attack was a layered one. It started with the explosion, using stacked up energy from previous moves to amplify the destructive force of her latest move. Doubling the inferno of the nuclear blast Azrael sought to engulf the city in two hundred million degrees Celsius. Roughly six kilometers were within essentially a vaporize zone. Azra didn't expect herself to obliterate the city however, none of her antics had worked even if the opposition had been a bit tired out she didn't have much hope in the amplified warhead. That was where the telekinetic use came in, hopefully defending against this blast would mitigate most other counters. Especially sense the thermonuclear energy she didn't plan to let dissipate till she was unconscious. Throat being squeezed it was going to happen she was simply capitalizing on the seconds before then.

Her body generated enough destructive force to almost rip her apart, clothes burning, blood boiling in the wake of her atomic antics. Asphalt bubbled and oxygen was gone as energy enough to rival a star looked to engulf anyone it could. As it did this however mentally the rebellious reaper tried to grip at the armored region that had opened to launch a beam at her seconds before. She tried to pry those circuits wires and plating apart. To make the president in his Stark knock off endure the wrath of a sun. Like most of the previous Elite force of Venezeula her telekinetic abilities were advanced however she was cautious. That was why she had made a large play in the nuclear display and telekinetic tearing. So that a smaller ploy could be made, looking with her mind to grip where the president's heart was. She sought to take hold of that space and crush it, turning vital organ into a fruit squeezed until nothing more. However almost instantly after that resilience to last until the attack was made, Azrael would collapse. Unconscious and ultimately at the disposal of whoever was left alive.

The mechanical arm whirred as the long blue blade's edge retreated from the grey matter of the brutish terrorist. A mixture of blood and tiny bits of brain had now stained the edge of the crystal knife's molecular edge. Heavy breaths seeped from the open mouth of the Andromedan delegate, the job was done. Lying before him beaten and broken was the one known as El'Cid. His body was shattered, his mind was damaged, maybe he could heal but he would never be the same. Neither of them would, the level of brutality that had just spawned from him wasn't his it was someone else's; it was something else's. His feet retreated only three steps before he fell to his knees. His helmet began to disassemble allowing his face to view the blackened skies, soot and ash cascaded into them but, something lurked just beyond that darkness. Only he could see it, only he would see the horror that waited for him but, that evil still lurked. The image flashed, those large wings, that swirling vortex of power, it was a nightmare of what was to come. Why was he seeing them still, why...Octavian was gone they should have followed the prince but yet, the visions we're the same.

His helmet pieced itself back together, his arms took hold of the terrorists body and he flew. He had inflicted these wounds and now he had to ensure they we're treated properly. Black metal boots touching down outside of the nearest hospital, people moved through the doors like ants. Some missing arms, some with black and charred skin, all of this was a result of the conflict. It was something often overlooked, the people that got caught in the crossfire. He set the body of El'Cid down in front of the nearest nurse and in a situation where most would have lost their cool she simply thanked him and went to work. Despite the countless amount of people who needed help and the fact that most of them wouldn't live another thirty minutes; this one woman kept her cool and did her best to save everyone she could. This was what a real hero looked like, these people we're the ones who deserved the medals.

Onyx colored greaves sent his body into the sky once more, not to fight but, to help. To rescue, to do what a hero was supposed to do and save the people.

@jason_ford: @silver_spider_: (Sorry for taking so long.)

Anthony stared coldly at his superhuman opponent. It was easy to tell that the arachnid was unprepared for this fight. His spikes were easily dodged, but that was to be expected. As the Silver Spider lept over him, firing webs, Alkaid knew that this would be more advantageous for him.

Too slow.

Kicking off the wall, he brought his hands forward as if to strike the webbing with his palms. A deep noise emerged from the dark gloves the assassin wore, but of course, it would only reach the ears of his opponent after the shockwave.

The webs came closer, but for a hundredth of a second, right before striking the killer, it was as if they had collided with some barrier, sheltering him.

Far too slow.

The fibers rippled and tore as the invisible force pushed against it. The shredded mesh of webs was pushed back at the powered assailant, followed by an unseeable shockwave capable of wrecking an armored truck. This was not all, however. The spider was in midair, with his own webbed projectiles going towards him, making it hard to maneuver against whatever was thrown at him. Noticing this opportunity, the assassin followed his initial attack with a flurry of blasts, which would reach the unexperienced spider at speeds greater than that of a bullet.

@anthony_griffin: @jason_ford:

(It’s fine.)

What the-! Oh, son of a-!!!

Silver had nearly reached the ground when suddenly, his danger sense and precognition kicked in, again. Seeing he would be hit with multiple shockwaves, he needed to reach the ground.

Come on! COME ON!

Too late. He was bombarded by the first blow, which hit him, hard. Luckily, he was wearing his new nanite suit, which also acted as armor. This with his enhanced durability, allowed him to survive from the attack.

“Ugh. Don’t feel so good,” Silver groaned, more to himself that anybody.

His danger sense and precognition still active, showing him that several more attacks were inbound. With only seconds to a minute left before he activated his hi-tech gauntlet, the adrenaline kicked in, and with all of his strength and speed, he jumped. He flew up like a blur, while the volley of blasts erupted underneath him.

While in the air, he shot a web and flew up, and landed on another building. Then, jumped off of that building and onto the ground. Away, and out of sight of his opponents, he needed to think.

I need a new strategy. I can’t deal with either of them if one of them can fire super-fast shock waves. Ugh. Maybe stealth? But how can I sneak up on them if I’m dressed like this?

Then, the strangest thing happened, while he thought of stealth, something strange happened. He…..faded? His hand to be more precise, it faded.

What the heck? What is this fading stuff?

Then, it happened again, the fading.

Wait, I remember. Some spiders can camouflage, does this mean......?

Trying again, he thought of stealth, being sneaky, unseen. He kept fading, but couldn’t quite be camouflaged.

Work. Geez, okay. Concentrate.

Then, it happened, he was camouflaged, borderline invisibility. He didn’t see his own hands, nothing yet he felt every limb. He walked seeing if he could do what he could normally do while camouflaged. Jumping, firing webs, everything was working, his instincts kicking in.

Then, he returned to normal suddenly.

It’s like a feeling. Just gotta focus on it.

Focusing on the feeling, concentrating before his opponents would find him if they followed him. He was now once more camouflaged, maintaining concentrating.

Time to bring it.

Running at inhuman speed, and leaping off walls, Silver landed on the wall of the building, right above Hush and Anthony, and jumped from it. As he descended, he aimed his legs at Hush’s back, and would try to land on him. If this succeeded, he would send him crashing face first into the ground, possibly breaking several bones, and rendering him unconscious. Next, while still camouflaged, he leapt away from the body. Stealthily, he moved and leaped about, trying to make the assailant to lose Kane. Then, Kane would get up to eight feet away from him and fire two web lines at an incredible speed, both traveling at speeds slower than a bullet, but fast enough that few humans could dodge his webs. Aiming his web lines at the two gauntlets, he would use all of his superhuman speed and strength to rip those things from his hands and into Silver’s.

@silver_spider_: @anthony_griffin:

Unfortunately for the spider, everywhere he stepped left a certain mark, and the wind moved as he did. Most wouldn't see it, but Jason was far more attentive than most.

He noticed most importantly the spider coming over them, Invisibility. he thought, his predictive movement kicked in. A technique developed since childhood allowing him to act without actually seeing at all. It worked not unlike precognition only he had a visual idea of where things were without actually using his eyes. He leapt backwards sending several bullets in the general direction of the Silver Spider and one of the feet slipped across his should forcing him to drop down as it fractured his collar bone somewhat. But it was something he could live with and fight with still. The moment he hit the grounds he sent himself back on his feet sending bullets at the areas where Silver Spider should be based on the footprints, wind movement, and memorized patterns.

She tried.

Remarkable, the star blistered and burned with all her might. Showing the inscrutable limits of her hollowed efforts. A God challenging a single man in her false light, like a crown made of thorns, it only promised to hurt. The girls crowned intentions thought itself as a mighty conquest, righteous as its thorns of heat scaled the city. Bestowing herself a final miracle that all warriors tried to create, a noble defeat to bring them into Valhalla. But all he saw was a typical villain with too much power, more than they could handle.. more than they deserved. He denied her the self-righteous imagery. The knight would cover her repulsive arrogance, shielding the eyes and ears of the city as one does to an innocent child witnessing something that they would cringe at. Protecting them, not from cruelty, but from the sight of a pitiful whine. What she tried to do was barbaric, weak and the common nature of corrupted meta's that would rather scatter an empire of dirt instead of squeezing out its potential.

Turning coal into diamonds. To crush and punish the filth from the worlds structure until it shined brightly, that was the gist of the presidents ambition, but her kind would rather watch the world burn.

It was a dream that the mutant extremist tried to cease as her pathetic use of her powers tried to burn the figurative coal, an attempt to erase its potential and perish it into worthless embers. He would have none of that. Brutus croaked out his kinetic shield as her ravage began. Like a moon to a sun, his shields eclipsed her harmful ray as it shot down from the sky. Emanating directly from his core that supplied the nuclear resistant dome that would rile anybody in its extreme superiority, however in the length of time the desperate miracle had found its way into reality. The telekinetic grasp tunneled its way through his suits only weakness, like blindly shooting out a projectile as thin as hair into the iris of his labyrinth structure. It wasn't luck. An attack against his heart.. an attempt remove the humanity. An attempt to remove the soul and life, to remove and squeeze his flesh. It was the path he chose to take once he declare his presidency.

Brutus had traded his own heart for the protection of the city and his people.

She sought to take hold of that space and crush it, turning the vital organ into a fruit squeezed until nothing more.

To sacrifice his own flesh and blood, so he could make one more step towards the master-peace he wanted. It was worth it, his own body was telling him that this was a good thing. That a single powerless person could make their fear resort to such abhorrence. It reminded him that he was still human as his brain triggered a tolerance for pain in the moment of sudden adrenaline. It was something that would only happen at a persons final moments of life, a length of time to accept the inevitable but Brutus took it as an opportunity to repair instead. Opposing the brutality of the fevered grasp that latched onto his heart. He came down to one knee, it wasn't the posture of a tortured victim, more so a statute of deep thought. The claytronic nanomachines had no designs of an artificial heart, so he had to build one straight out of his mind and into a new program. Using his bare knowledge alone, with no mistake nor hesitation he replicated one of the most complex instruments that mother nature had to offer. Within time, the kneeling knights heavy breathing became more mechanical as the vibrations of his recycled chest resembled something more of a terminator than a man.

"That's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt."

"I disagree"

The fight was over. He didn't have the blood of Reynard, but the substitute of the Nuclear Terrorist that poured her blood was sufficient enough to proceed his plans.