Writers Note: Want to get better at writing action, so I figured a big random fight would help in that regard.
"It's been three days since things went nuts. Three days since the dome went up, and we've been fighting. Kate and I have managed to survive so far; but honestly, I don't know how long that will last. If anyone on the outside can hear me.. please, help us."-Clint Barton.
"Clint! watch your a$$!" Kate Bishop shouted at her mentor. She reached for an arrow as she did so. Placing it on the string of her compound, she then expertly lined her shot and let it rip. The well fired projectile flying over the head of Clint Barton as he rolled under it's path.
The arrowhead eventually found it's intended target. Center-mass of a charging male Velociraptor. The sharp, soaring dagger broke skin and tore muscle; yet it only served in further angering the beast!
"Oh, crap! I think you pissed it off Kate!" Shouted Clint. He ducked a wild tail swing and reenacted the same set of movements his protege had earlier utilized. Pull. Aim. Fire. However, Clint went with the bigger shot. Three well placed arrows soon became embedded in the raptor. From the animals gut, groin, and throat. However, The great lizard still continued to fight on.
"Seriously?!" Exclaimed both archers in union.
Half a block away a young Predator watches stealthily. He for the last three days, has found himself trapped under an impenetrable dome. One, that has essentially placed the young hunter in paradise! Perhaps not to this specific species: but to the Yautja; combat was God.
Because to them there was only one truth. That only the strong were fit to survive. The two humans were certainly formidable. If they managed to slay the beast, only then could he deem them worthy prey for his hunt.
"Scanners detect living organism. Initialize protocol and directive.....
scanning.............
directive found.......
destroy all life!"
The young Predator turned to the sound of the robotic drawl; and found himself all but five steps away from some form of red-eyed kill-bot. The hunter then quickly unsheathed his wrist mounted blades, blitzed forward and swung, slashing the Terminator across the chest. Right to left and then in reverse. Sparks flew as steel met steel. The young Predators lust for combat controlling his every act. Without warning, the Terminator shoots it's open palm upward; casually stopping the Predators arm in mid-swing. The hunter caught by surprise with the speed possessed by the machine.
"Unacceptable. Resistance is futile. You cannot stop Judgment Day." With that, the Terminator crushed the young aliens right hand.
The bones being turned to splinters was a sick sound. Throwing his head back, the Yautja's roar filled the night. Sending chills down the spine of lesser beings.
With new found adrenaline, the Predator grabbed the Terminator by it's metallic neck, and tossed it into a nearby alley. The T-800 slammed into a dumpster so hard that it partiality caved it in.
Taking advantage the Predator decides to fight the way that he was trained.
The right way.
The young Predator hit the Terminator soon after with a direct shot from his plasma caster. The destructive power of an explosion came next.
Then almost immediately after, the Terminator simply pulled itself to it"s feet. "Resistance is futile."
On another side of town.....
"Weeee! It's like Christmas!" Sang Beetle gleefully. Ever since the dome went up, things have been awesome. Weird, but awesome. No capes! Sure, they're probably out there, but so far the six have only had to deal with regular cops.
They didn't even know if they were even in New York City anymore. Things are different. The streets, the stores, the cop cars. Seriously what the hell is Detroit P.D. doing in the big apple? Didn't really matter. Whatever happened and wherever the hell they were, it would soon belong to the Sinister Six.
"Yeah. Feels good to win sometimes right?" Asked Speed Demon. Keeping his speeds at a manageable pace. Almost as a reply Demon was tagged by the prongs of a long distance taser. Jolts of concentrated electricity bringing the speedster to his knees.
Then before the rest of the group can effectively respond, a high tech patrol car, also sporting the Detroit tag; swerved out in front of them. It's door's opening like the wings of a prehistoric bird.
"I've done this a thousand times. I know your type. Sociopaths with a flair for the theatrical. I'm going to make this very short. Easy or hard. There is no in-between.."
"......Dead or alive you're coming with me."
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