NightBreaker

@charlemagne:

Not my best work, but I hope you enjoy!

With the fury of all his strength, Marcus came crashing down upon his victim. His hands clasped together as one. Although a rudimentary attack, it was still one with merit and should his fist collide, the damage would be immeasurable. Already on top of him, Marcus kept his eyes locked on his prey, never looking away no matter what the distraction, for the simple reason, he wanted to see his enemies spine break upon collision. It was a rather odd obsession of his, but one that suited him well. With only seconds away from collision, Marcus flexed his muscles for extra impact as he gripped his fist tighter. In his world, all that was left was the inevitable. To his surprise, his prey did not whimper in fear, or show any sign of defeat, instead he raised his left arm upwards in an attempt to block. But what was odd, was that his enemy raised his hand ‘Knuckles Out!” Immediately, Marcus was perplexed, as the move was not associated with a block or counter strike, but more a direct attack against him. But as he had the higher ground, as well as hopefully superior strength, clearly he had the advantage. Curious but unflinching, Marcus stuck to his plan, and with cold precision, continued his strike.

Suddenly the street echoed with a *snikt* sound as three metallic claws extended from his enemies fist. Each one beyond razor sharp, and with a trickle of blood, they shined in the light while still looking a deadly threat. Immediately, Marcus needed to rethink his plan, as the claws were a new variable, mixed with the confidence of his prey. Together they meant a threat, one that might possibly mean a weapon strong enough to pierce his near impervious skin. Although unlikely, it was wiser to avoid the claws all together, and use his enemies exposed hand to his advantage, rather than take a chance of being skewered, like a stuck pig! Unable to avoid his downward spiral, in a glorious display of athleticism, he put a new plan into action. If possible, Marcus would use his last remaining seconds to reach out and try to grab his enemies exposed wrist. After releasing his two clasped hands, he would now try to use them both to wrap around his enemies, and use the extra momentum from his decline into enough force as to knock it away or even take his foe to the ground, where he would proceed to apply strike after strike until subdued.

Unfortunately, in the heat of battle, things do not always go as according to plan, and although he managed to avoid his enemies first attack, he was wide open for his second. Again with a *snikt* his enemy attacked, but this time with his right hand, that he jabbed at Marcus’ abdomen with an overly impressive speed. In defense, Marcus spun his left arm down in a counter clockwise motion, in an attempt to parry the attack, unfortunately this time he was not fast enough. By luck he blocked the frontal assault by a hair, but as his arm continued to spin, his enemies claws scratched away on his side. Immediately, and by impulse alone, Marcus pulled back, finding three deep scratches along his hide. But just as the blood dripped from his wounds, it was the emotional scar Marcus had to deal with. Although mere scratches, Marcus had to deal with the fact his near impervious skin had been cut. But unlike most men who might fear an obvious weakness, much like his foe, Marcus did not show signs of fear, but a passion to prove his superiority against a superior enemy. In the end both men stood unwavered, confident in their skills and their ability to read each other.

But once again his enemy struck, this time with an animal savagery, as he swung strong and wild at his neck. With his wounds already healed over, Marcus countered with a side block, by striking the lower part of his arm against the wrist of his enemy, all in an attempt to knock it away and out of harms way. At the same time Marcus looked for any telltale sign of weakness in his opponent, while considering his best moment to strike. But in such close quarters, the jugular vein always sufficed. Moving at an impressive speed, Marcus reached into his utility belt and with the flick of a wrist, pulled forth a six inch shuriken, that he proceeded to stab in to the exposed side part of {Your} neck. It was not a pretty move, nor done with flair, it was simply a means to an end. But just as he brought the tip of the blade to {Your} neck, he choose to make one of those quips or comments usually given at a moment like this, but because of his upbringing, all he was moved to say was, “You may have been worthy!”

@zhang_: Sorry, :(

Marcus stood along side the Asian, staring down the members of the gang, even from behind his trademark mask. The fact they were outnumbered never crossed his mind, instead he took a fighting stance while systematically looking for weak spots in the gang’s defense. But before anyone could say a word, surprisingly enough it was the Asian that made an inquiry, as he subtly asked Marcus, “I am most gracious by your participation, but I have to ask, what did you see that caused your introduction?” Naturally it came as a surprise to him, even distracting him for a second, as his eyes turned from the crowd and up to the strangers. But despite the ill timing of such a question, there was a good chance Marcus would have asked the stranger the same question, if the roles had been reversed. But as he made the foolish mistake of taking his eyes off the enemy, it just so happen that Pop Rocks choose that moment to strike. With a snap of his fingers he commanded two of his men to toss a Molotov cocktail into the air and burn his enemies to the ground!

Immediately, Marcus moved to react, when he suddenly received a gesture from the stranger, letting him know that he was more than capable of handling the threat on his own. Judging that the threat was minimal at best, Marcus graciously stepped aside. After all it would be a perfect opportunity to observe the stranger in a combat situation. Already stepping aside, Marcus was more than impressed with the man’s speed, as well as his pin point accuracy when kicking up his discarded shuriken, Then with a equally impressive skill watched him kick the weapon towards the bottle necks, severing the flame from the fuel.

Unfortunately by now the gang had retreated off into the night, leaving behind nothing but blood on the ground and the smell of cheap liquor. Marcus was already placing a freeze pellet back in his utility belt, should the stranger fail, as well as raise an eye brow under his mask. But as everything was getting back to normal, once again the stranger asked him, “what did you see that caused your actions into this battle?” along with other, rudimentary questions. Surprisingly, Marcus responded with a scoff, followed by a, “Oh that again..” he then proceeds to reach into his utility belt. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll answer your question, if you answer one of mine!” He then turns to face the stranger, somewhat off settled at the sight of a man bigger than himself. “The reason I intervened was simple. I saw a moment to strike and I took it. My prey was weak and unaware, giving me the clear advantage in my objective. I needed this!”

Slowly he pulls out the mysterious red ring from his belt and holds it up to the light, “I could give you some story about how I was concerned for your health, but we both know that’s not entirely true!” By now his full attention was on the ring and the mystery surrounding it, as he gazes deeply into it from all sides. It’s size, weight, material, nothing was over looked, not even to the smallest degree. In the end he turns back to engage the stranger, raising the ring to his eye level, then respectfully inquires. “So here is my question for you. When you first engaged the MzTaK game, you implied that you knew more about this ring then you let on!” He then clasps the ring tightly into a fist, simply as a sign of force, “So indulge my curiosity and tell me everything you know about it!”

Pissed off, I don't get HBO Max.

Name five good things about the Green Lantern (2011) movie?

@zhang_:

Marcus held back, though never taking his eyes off the alley. For him it was a waiting game, specifically waiting for when to strike. As for now the animosity had calmed down, as the dealers went back to dealing, the prostitutes went back to hooking, and the MzTaK’s gang went back to rabble-rousing among themselves. Pop Rocks was one of the worst of them, actually breaking beer bottles over friends heads, or pricking them with the tip of a switchblade. As Marcus he began working out the cricks in his overly thick neck, followed by cracking his knuckles, then took his first step forward. Suddenly a gust of wind whisked by and before he knew it, a seven foot tall Asian was on the scene, facing the outnumbering gang by himself. Immediately, the gang members taunted him, using ethic slurs like, “Take a look at Yao Ming over there.” and “ There ain’t no General Tsao's chicken on this block.” but surprising the stranger stood composed, as well as, completely in charge. By this point, Marcus could not help but think ‘big mistake kids, your poking a bear’ as he read the strangers body language and quickly deduced there was more to him than appeared.

But before Marcus was ready to come reign down upon them, the gang member's regretfully made the first move. Despite the fact the Asian made his intentions clear, boasted with his intimidating size, three of the gang members choose to attack. From his side, a member began twirling a steel chain over his head, building up its momentum before bringing it down on the strangers skull. Another was less subtle as he swung a lead pipe towards the midsection, hoping to crack a few ribs in the process. The third was sneaky, attacking from behind, flicking open his switch blade in the hopes of shiving the stranger in the back. It was because of this less than admiral attack, Marcus choose to intervene and as a wise man once said, ‘The enemy of my enemy is my friend,’ it was clear who he needed to help! With a quick reach into his utility belt he pulled out a shuriken and threw it. In the blink of an eye it hit the hand of the punk with the knife, hitting his right hand on his ring finger, severing it from the hand and falling to the ground with a trail of blood. At the same time Marcus ran into the alley ready to fight, the punk was screaming in agony holding his bloody hand and crying like a little girl.

Immediately, Marcus stood side by side next to the seven foot tall mystery man, but first made it a point to pick up the severed finger. Holding it away from him, he surgically removed the ruby ring and placed it in his utility belt for safe keeping. By now the seven foot tall Asian had either dealt with the, two gang members attacking him, or they had retreated, either way the rest of them were ready to attack again. With the arrival of Night Breaker on the scene, Pop Rock’s immediately shouted “AweHell No! You two freaks aren’t working together, are you?” He then snaps his fingers over his head twice, “Joey, Jack Rabbit, Burn them!” Immediately, two members of the gang reached into their pocket and pulled out a half empty bottle of hooch, so strong that Marcus could smell it from a distance. Before anyone knew it, they then rammed a piece of cloth down the bottle neck, set it on fire, and while screaming “Hell YA!” they let them fly. At the same time Pop Rocks ordered his men to retreat, laughing at the do gooders, even mocking, “Stay warm Amigos, I’ll see you in Hell!” after which he flipped them the bird and raced away with his men. But by now the two molotov cocktails were in flight, soon to come crashing down on the two giants, and upon contact could set a blaze of fire that could burn through the night and into the morning!

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@zhang_:

Even from a distance Marcus could see more in the alley than a man standing there. The street was littered with more dead bodies than alive, but still the repetitive nature of the criminals continued. Even before the leaders body was cold, another eager, rambunctious punk stepped up to take his place. Still wet behind his ears, the kid went by the name ‘Pop Rocks’ as the only remaining member of the MzTaKs with a gun, there were few objection. Already Marcus was planning his demise, picturing that sweet moment when the kid’s spine would break in two, though it did not register on an emotional level. Pop Rock’s death would be nothing more than a means to an end and nothing more. To him the kid was not even human and therefore deserved none of the rights and privileges that went with it. The kid was deemed as a criminal and therefore to Marcus he must be stopped, and the city cleansed! But just as he clinched his fist tight against the wall, chipping the brick with little ease, Pop Rock began boasting, “As the new leader I deserve the leaders jacket!” and with that said he reached down to remove the ex-leader’s jacket to claim as his own. But just as he reached down, one of the younger members, spoke up almost fearful to say, ‘Wait, you know the rules..” he then looks up and down the alley “..they will be coming first!”

Suddenly a cold chill swept the streets, as every member of the gang gasped. Around each member's ring finger a red ring began glowing brighter and brighter but without any glow, almost as if it was intentionally trying to hide from the light. At the same time the gang members froze in an almost trance like state, more afraid to move than limited too. Marcus, however, felt nothing but frustrated as he failed to notice the rings when fighting them, leaving him to verbally scold his mistake, “Amateurish Marcus, very amateurish. Not worthy of a Champion. You must do better in the future!” Just then, as the gang members froze in fear, three luminous figures dressed head to toe in red, stepped from out of the shadows without making a sound other than a eerie echoing howl. Almost levitating above the ground, the three figures stood over the deceased looking down upon them through red tented masks. Then with but a wave of their hands another reddish glow enveloped the dead, flickering around them like a mystic funeral pyre. In the end the bodies vanished from sight just as the light grew dimmer until all that was left were the member's jackets.

Once again, Marcus looked on, focusing his full attention on the events, putting his photographic memory to the test. As every detail could be important, he observed the figures in red actions, from the way they moved to the way they stood. Nothing was to insignificant to learn. But through it all, the one thing that was clearly obvious to all, was that the figures in red moved as if guided by tradition over anything else. But just as the dead disappeared from sight, the figures in red crept back into the shadows from where they came, leaving as silent as when they came in. Immediately, the remaining member’s rings stopped glowing, as they all took in a deep gasp of air, quickly trying to regain their composure. Then while everyone else was shaken, Pop Rocks took it upon himself to speak up again shouting, “Then its decided, I’m the new leader!” after which he snatched up the jacket from the ground and dawned it as his own. Once again Marcus looked on, this time eager to investigate. Already he was hypothesizing on the events, even adding the aspect of ‘Magic’ to the equation. But as any good philosopher would say ‘Proof is more important than theory’ he knew he needed to get his hands on one of those rings, before anything else.