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Post by Frank Castle on Nov 30, 2010 16:32:04 GMT
( OOC: As of now the internet is fairly stable so I should be posting regular, thanks fella's.)
Streets are getting crowded. Police reinforcements will be here in around another eight minutes. Need to wrap this up.
The blow sent the goblin creature to the ground who seemed to just laugh it off. Tough little creep. A more extreme soloution was required. Guns weren't an option as the only one he could locate was malfuncitioning. Frank glanced to one of the less damaged cars. Perhaps somthing along those lines? Then again the risk of injurying an innocent outweighed the possibility of killing the creep.
Just then the cities favorite silly-garbed hero dropped from the skys onto a taxi, quipping lines in that irritating cheery tone. Frank shot him a glance as he posed like a peacock. No wonder that kid at the Bugle got so many shots of this guy. He wasn't exactly hard to find once he made himself known. Frank was about to turn his attentions away from the conversing pair when movement caught his eye. Betty decided he was enough of a threat to subdue him.
Misguided, but she hasn't done anything wrong. She gets to live. Just have to dent her a little.
Frank's reaction was natural, fluid. His movements were not particuarly quick but confident, certian in his ability to disarm the situation and the opponent. He stepped in close and attempted to arrest the descent of her arm, stopping the blow while at the same time turning into her, using his hip as leverage to throw her over it and onto her back. She was much stronger than he antcipated but strength ddn't really factor into the technique too much. If he did manage to throw her he would follow it up by using the forearm of his knife-clutching hand to try and lever her elbow inward, forcing her stun baton towards her own collar bone. Of course... This could go terribly wrong and leave Castle with a shocking experince ( sorry) that he would no doubt he unwilling to repeat.
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Post by Norman Osborn on Nov 30, 2010 21:58:26 GMT
Norman was on the verge of exploding. Some freaky-freaker whom he recognized from the paper, Spiderman was his name, supposedly, decided to join in the brawl. Luckily, however, he seemed vastly confused on exactly who to go after, with a hand pointed at each of the perpetrators as he commented on the Goblin's choice of clothing. Norman completely stood straight, favoring the right side of his body, and glared at Spiderman. Ha, what, is there a giant sign that points to this area somewhere?! Where do all you people come from?!"
It was then that he noticed bat-man (Frank) tussling with someone, a woman with some kind of stick by the looks of things. Not his problem. At least he only had to deal with Spiderman now. Or maybe not. Before addressing anything, he turned his head to the side slightly to get a better look at where he had left Stromm. The man had made significant progress stumbling away, and Norman couldn't let him succeed. So, he loosed several razor bats in the direction of Stromm, before calling his glider to him.
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Post by Butterfly Kai on Nov 30, 2010 23:29:37 GMT
Kai dove behind a different car, determined not to allow any sticky white goo to wrap around her. She would have to get out and fast, if she wanted to keep her low profile. She sighed, disappointed at losing such a potentially great score. This spider-freak was too much for her. It was fine when no one noticed her, but now that he was here, about to encase her in webbing, she was skipping out. Kai peaked around the car, seeing that everyone seemed occupied enough, and then looked up. "No way, horrible flying conditions. Too many people would see me. And then there's this spider guy. He'd shoot me down in a second. I really need to work on my manuverability...." Kai considered. She looked around, sighing again as she heard the agitating whine of emergency vehicles. "Damn it...." Kai yanked the car door open and slid inside, laying low on the floor.
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Post by Betty Brant on Dec 2, 2010 13:18:26 GMT
OOC: Ahem, Parker you're up XP If you're busy just post skippy I guess and poor Stromm is dead as all heck. Lulz. Btw, Gobby, is Stromm meant to die now or is this just an attempt on his life?
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Post by Norman Osborn on Dec 2, 2010 14:59:44 GMT
[OOC: Well, I was just gonna let whatever happen. If he doesn't die now, just know that Norman's gonna keep going after him until he is dead.]
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Post by Danny Rand on Dec 4, 2010 10:08:08 GMT
(OOC: Skip. Just NPC Spidey.)
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Post by Peter Parker on Dec 4, 2010 14:24:41 GMT
(OOC: OOC COMMENTS FTW! Anywho, anyone mind if I leap in?)
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Post by Peter Parker on Dec 4, 2010 17:21:37 GMT
As his webs shot forward, hitting nothing but cold, hard pavement, Parker wasn't too unduly worried; he still hadn't really gotten the hang of the whole web shooting thing. Still, when dealing with a crackpot thinking it's Halloween who gets a kick out of unneccessary combustion, being able to hit the target one's aiming at usually helps!
Appearing to grow tired of the scene, the Goblin, for that is what he looked like, turned and threw a set of his bladed tools toward Stromm and that just couldn't happen. Growing desperate, Spidey decided to try something new, something inventive that he'd applied the finishing touches to right before swinging onto the scene. Grabbing at his web shooter, he gave it a sharp twist and it let out a small click as it moved. Taking aim on Stromm, he put the rest of his strength and power into a prayer, one simple prayer that this would work.
As his ring and middle finger closed down on the shooter's trigger, he felt the immensure pressure build up, felt the webbing start to gather and even felt relief as the pressure left the device from his wrist, sending forth a ball of webbing the size of a softball that sped forward, faster than even Gobby's razor bats and colliding with Stromm's back, knocking him to the ground and to safety.
Still, there was no time to celebrate for the Goblin was still in action; leaving the girl and the guy to their scuffle, he exploded off his feet, carrying himself even closer to the green pyro. Again, he raised his web shooter and pressed down on the trigger, the familiar pressure built up and then was released, sending another super speedy ball of web at the back of the figure's head.
As it shout out, Parker found he couldn't resist shouting, "Heads down, ugly!"
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Post by Betty Brant on Dec 5, 2010 0:27:41 GMT
At first, it seemed as though the baton would hit its intended target, which happened to be Frank at this moment, and would successfully incapacitate the man. However, as with life and other things, unexpected stuff occurs. Confident in her attack, she had indeed expected a block or a counter of sorts, perhaps a forearm block to the baton; since her opponent was not usually expecting the thing to be charged with several thousand volts of electricity, usually they were in for a nasty surprise.
This man, though appearing a bit unstabile, was no novice to fighting and whether he KNEW the baton had stunning capabilities or if he simply figured he had more control at her wrist, Betty would never really know as she found herself being hurled through the air by a simple, but effective hip toss.
If she had been any slower, her back would have slammed into the ground, robbing her of breath and making her easy prey, but, luckily for her, the body she had reacted accordingly. Emitting a soft squeak, her feet hit, landing her in a back bend of sorts, but neutralizing any real damage the hip throw might have achieved.
Yet, it seemed as though the girl had leapt from the frying pan right into the fire as she felt the inexplicable force of her own stuning weapon being brought towards her; already she could feel that fighting against this man would be fruitless, though she was strong for a woman, it was very, very, very apparent that this was a man and a capable one at that.
Instinct again saved her and her finger slid off the trigger, cutting off the flow of electricity and saving her from the bulk of the damage; still, a baton to the collarbone stings.
Betty had to admit, she was in a rather krappy position, but all was not lost. Frank's move had been smart, had been efficient, but it still had cost him dearly; it took two hands to create the leverage for his move to function correctly, which meant he had nothing to block the weapon in her left hand from swinging up with a vicious force in a blind attempt to either stun him so he would release her (moreso a surprised sort of stun rather than a dazing one). If she got lucky, Betty might even get him in the eye.
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Post by Frank Castle on Dec 5, 2010 0:46:19 GMT
She's stronger than some men. Need to keep my eye on those batons. Don't need another blow to the skull.
Frank allowed himself just a single moment's satisfaction as he felt her weight leave her feet, the hip throw was a very simple but effective technique for gaining the advantage and he felt confident enough to glance in the direction of the spider and see where his attentions were. He felt the descent of his opponent hault long before it was supposed too and he turned his head to see she had managed to use her feet and maintain a strong support position.
Have to admit, that's never happened before.
She was a strong woman but having the advantage in size, weight and leverage was enough to drive home the baton. The electric buzz died a second before it struck her collar bone for painful effect but minimal damage. Frank was forced to discard his ballistic knife in an effort to keep his advantage, transferring his hand to her weapon in hopes of prying it from her grip. If he had use of both eyes he might have seen the blow coming in, but with one eye swelled shut it passed by completely unseen.
The tip of the baton connected to the swollen purple flesh above his eye, illicting a sharp cry of pain from Frank as he released her. White hot pain exploded in his head and he saw stars as he was forced back, dropping to one knee as the headache made itself a thousand times worse. Frank had stumbled back yes, but nowhere near far enough to avoid a follow-up.
Need to put her down fast. She'll just keep swinging for the fence with those batons. Having a hard enough time focusing on them as it is. Need to even the playing field.
With arms lowering tight to the body Frank regained his focus, concentrating on her as best he could. A swift step closed the distance between them as Frank lashed his hand forward, his fingers extended intent on catching her right eye with a sharp jab that would hopefully blind her long enough to put her down and out of harms way.
Original plan was to calm this bozo down, give her that 'same side' talk, but that was before she used my head for batting practise. Got to me a little bit when she did that.
While Spiderman was stuck with his own conflict Frank felt his chance to put that murdering lunatic down for good slipping away. He had to resolve this quickly, worse with the police coming in fast this situation was spinning out of control.
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Post by Norman Osborn on Dec 6, 2010 1:01:24 GMT
Norman growled angrily at his botched attempt to take out Stromm. This Spiderman was going to be a problem, perhaps he should just try to take him out. Either way, he wasn't going to get anything done standing around. He could greatly increase his hold on the entire situation if he could get to his glider. Take out the spider, take out the scientist, and call it a day. However...
"Heads down, ugly!"
"Eh?" Norman muttered, turning his head toward Spiderman, whom he had glanced away from to spot his glider angling toward him from a dozen meters away. Some white ball or something was headed straight at his face and he did not have the time to dodge it. The projectile knocked him back a few steps and pissed him off. "HAHAHA, that's hilarious! Of course, I am being sarcastic." He whipped a gas bomb in the shape of a cartoonish ghost toward the hero and began to run toward his glider. The weaponry with which it is equipped will greatly aid his efforts, he was starting to run low on bats and pumpkins.
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Post by Butterfly Kai on Dec 6, 2010 1:23:42 GMT
This was taking way too long. But with cops fast aproaching, there was nowhere to go. And with fires still raging around her, Kai was starting to get overheated in her hiding place. At least it had seemed like everyone had forgotten about her. Kai sighed, this was really boring. The black clad chick and the big guy were having it out. "Tch," Kai muttered. "It takes a special kind of class to hit a lady. Even I know that." She rolled her eyes sarcastically. Then there was the ridiculous costume show going on with Spider-Man fighting the Goblin. Personally. Kai thought the Goblin was better than the webhead. But that was only because he had more toys. Toys that could be sold. "I hope they get this over with soon," Kai muttered to Aki, her rabbit. He twitched his nose in acknowledgement.
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Post by Betty Brant on Dec 11, 2010 1:31:08 GMT
Betty had known what she was in for when she decided to take up this vigilante business; she had been prepared to get shot at, swiped at by knives and, inevitably, struck, but being jabbed in the eye hadn't really been high on that list of inevitables. Stuck on all fours, for she had just flipped over from her bridging position, her opponent caught her halfway up and his fingers drove home with startling reality to them.
An indiscriminate shout jumping forth from her mouth, she managed to keep a grip on her weapons as her hands shot up to cover her hurt eye, feet already backpedaling to remove her from danger, or so she hoped. Unfortunately, Gobby's playtime had involved the blowing up of several vehicles and the like, making the street a minefield of debris, not something you want to be running backwards through blindly. Her heel struck something metal and, disoriented by the pain, she quickly and ungraciously fell backwards, smacking her head on the pavement... real graceful.
A moan escaping from her lips, she quickly rolled to her stomach, her knees sliding up to her chest as she shut her eyes tight, praying for the pain to recede quickly; she couldn't stay down long with the bat swinging pyscho only steps away and, relatively, unhurt.
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Post by Peter Parker on Dec 11, 2010 1:43:57 GMT
"HAHAHA, that's hilarious! Of course, I am being sarcastic."
This comment, swiftly followed by a thrown projectile (surprise, surprise) that no doubt had some sort of ability to explode came shooting out towards Spidey, but even without his ever-alert Spider Sense, he knew it was coming...this guy didn't seem to have too much variety.
Choosing to take the safe route, regardless of what came out of the weapon, he shot his web high and swung high over the danger (which turned out to be just some distracting gas of sorts) his maneuver shot him through the air in a steep parabolic motion. Tucking into a slick front flipping motion during the end moments of his arch, he landed nimbly and with exact precision on his feet right in front of the Green Goblin.
His right fist was already winding back as his words shot forward, "Sorry to break it to you, Gobby, but I got over my fear of ghosts a long time ago!" Before the last words had even escaped from his mouth, a tightly packed fist rocketed forward to meet the baddie's chin, already Parker was pre-planning a sick little salvo of punches if his first one landed...the next three would be love taps to the chest, just to give him a bit of space to follow up with a sharp, aggressive back leg snap kick (round kick) that would, hopefully, send his opponent into a nice trip to "la-la" land.
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Post by Frank Castle on Dec 11, 2010 3:06:14 GMT
The eye-gouge was not a pretty technique, but what it lacked in grace of finesse if made up for with it's brutal effectiveness. The eye was a sensitive organ and a digit prodding it was sure to irritate the tear ducts and produce a very unique pain. His opponent back-peddled, guarding her face from further blows. Frank followed her csteps closely and even tried to grab her wrist when she struck her heel and fell, however with those dangerous batons still gripped in her hands one wrong move would put him to sleep. Hit her head pretty hard on the way down, Hope she's still here enough to listen. With a quick glance to the battle of the freaks happening a few yards away and a secondery glance to the creeping critter hiding amoung the car wreckage Frank padded over to the womman, stopping to lift what looked like part of someone's exaust. An explosion had splintered the metal, making it sharp on one end. Frank took a knee beside Betty, the weapon in the makeshift weapon in the hand closest to her. Up close he could see her odd get-up. Kevlar by the look of it, she must have had a good supplier. He'd have to look them up, Shut them down if need be. " Time for a sustained and brutal beating." Frank said softly. His voice was tomb deep and gruff, his every word contained a trace of what could only be described as depression. His features were still a hard scowl with very little hint of much in those dark eyes. " Unless I'm not the bad guy, and we're on the same side." Leaning over her slightly Frank gave her head a brief look over, checking for any bleeding around the ears or any split in the scalp. " You took a bang on the way down. You'll have a headache for the next hour, It'll hurt to blink but you'll be fine. Stay here untill the police arrive." For just a moment Frank pondered over why a woman would become a viglante. Was she just hungry for violence?A reject from the police force or was there somthing else? Some...internal torment and an urge to see justice done? Was there perhaps an emotional turmoil? Emotional turmoil after all, is somthing Frank knows a little about. I can't deal with the goblin and escape police custody. I'll consider him a loose end. Dropping the piece of pipe Frank propped up his coats collar, put his handsi nto his pockets and simply strolled down an alleyway and vanished in the maze that were the streets of New York City. (Exit Frank, Thanks for the game guys! )
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