I like how he has a bat but diving-faceplants himself into the floor instead lol.
Paradigm Shift [Open RPG]
Cassius smiled under his mask at his apperent allies "celebrity" comment, the two of them still standing as ordered at an apperently strategic location. "Thanks, might as well do something." Cassius responce to his hastily laid flash grenade traps. "So why are we just standing here?, why is this location so important?" No sooner had the words left his mouth than his earpiece started to bark deeply into his ear. "Commincation between agents isnt needed outside of combat zone. Follow your orders overwatch on your partner and await incoming threats." Rasing his hand towards the sword weilding woman known only to him as Ivana gesturing her to wait for a second.
"I hear something you hear it ?" walking over towards the wall and placing his encased head onit firmly. A loud but muffled sound audiable to him even through the armoured face plate. "Screw this, standing around waiting is worse than being in the cell." Cutting his traps and retrieving his two flash grenades before pocketing them and producing one of there much more lethal siblings.
"You may want to stand back" the Last words the Knightfall uttered as his flinged his projectile and moved into cover. A few seconds passing before the air begain to ring and dust filled the corridor. "Lets go find a fight, i'am tired of waiting"
"You with the microphone, Shadow Squad on the move. You want to stop me you know what to do"
Its kind of filler, i had no idea what to do as nobody was attackin gand most are already fighting
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There was a congestive layer of claustrophobic silence carried across the unorthodox battlefield by the hundreds of mouth covered onlookers. They were terrified and confused, angered and saddened, but not even their shared visual distress could match that off the astonished Garrison Grail. Consumed by grief, engulfed by shock and unable to move, he momentarily stood above the crippled paladen as his barely functioning arm strained upwards amidst the blood bubbled gasps for breath. Collapsed to his knees by the weight of Retrofire's surveyed condition, the Rated R Superstar cradled his adversary's head. The brash and arrogant hothead had been seduced by the Golden Age Icon's unwavering presence, fortified with steel and unbreakable moral summation, but the truth of the matter was that in-spite of his Vibranium like constitution, Retrofire's physical condition was simply unable to remain along the same elevated parallels as his altruistic believes.
"Why....why'd you make me do this? I....I didnt want this...."X-Ray vision crudely examined the broken heroes internal suffering. The unmitigated damage of which caused him to lower his head in shame. He had held nothing back, never stopping for a moment to even contemplate the idea that the hero was simply doing what he had always done regardless of his diminished physical projection. It had taken the Superior Sapien twenty plus years to foolish deceive himself into believing he was a hero. It had taken Retrofire sixty seconds to show him that he wasn't even close.
"Hang on old timer, hang on..."Garrison clutched the dying paragon in his arms before hoisting him up in a basket carry. He could hear the rumblings from the awestruck assemblage,"LOOK WHAT YOU DID! LOOK WHAT ALL OF YOU DID! YOU'RE NO HERO, YOU'RE A MURDERER!!"But there was no time for any of that now, Garrison had a solitary focus that would not be detoured by the chastising public.
Seconds later:
An assortment of vital motoring devices and respiratory tubes snaked out of the mouth and arms of the unconscious war veteran as the exemplary medical staff at Oregon's Maine Medical Center rushed in an attempt to save his life. Hooded up, the Holy Grail sat outside in the waiting room scrolling through the social media sh!t-storm that had taken over the World wide web and major network news channels. Congress had called a special summit to discuss the future ramifications and eventual fate of those involved. As well as special amendments for all superhero activity, including speculation of a fully reconstituted Registration Act. NIKE had issued several statements, as forcing several of its leading executives into unceremonious resignations. Needless to say, Garrison's endorsement deals had been severed, contracts voided, and bank accounts frozen pending an investigation into tax evasion. Apparently the Executive Liaison had been siphoning millions from the former athlete for years. The darkest day in Garrison Grail's life was about to get darker still.
Sobbing, held upright by the physical and mental strength of her apparent son, a woman, who's fashion sense alluded to her generational allotment, confronted the defeated MVP celebrity."Look at me son."She demanded, prompting Garrison to stand and face her. A cold yet deserving slap stung the Rated R Superstar's cheek. It was a welcomed pain, though in all likely hood the physical assault had properly done more damage to the elderly woman's hand then the fallen hero's face. But then the unexpected happened."Jesus forgives you, god forgives you."Wrapping her feeble arms around his broad shoulders before breaking down and crying uncontrollably. "And I forgive you too......"
Moments later outside on the media covered steps, Garrison emerged. Covering his eyes from the endless siege of flashing cameras, he readied himself.....
"I accept full responsibility for my actions today. There are no words nor actions that will ever undue what I have done. I dont ask for forgiveness or sympathy. Which is why I'm turning myself in and will submit to the American judicial system, even if it costs me my freedom. I failed you all, I failed myself, and for that I apologize. A great man once told me that I tore down everything he and his generation worked so hard to fight for, the tust of the people and the self-sacrificing preservation of individual freedoms. Only now do I understand what he meant."
A solitary tear strolled down the speedster's face as he presented his wrists to the nearest law enforcement officer.
Within moments the entire corridor was teaming with various members of the offensive minded MVP's. The Gothic Guardian and Ashlend Archer launched simultaneous assaults that were the epitome of synchronization. Picking up as if time and ardently different paths had not separated the two for a prolonged period of time. Which it had, but to look at the coupled heroics, one would have never known. Even the Playboy Panther had managed to intervene, if only verbally. Along with the former Keijijo Grandmaster, Milo, who's desultory ideals continued to be a source of unpredictable lethality. Intercepting Abby's arrow based barrage before it could influence the machinations of the mutant hating madman, Charlemagne LeBeau. But Kurt's esoteric surge of energy had not been accounted for and violently blasted the Ultra-Sapien several feet backwards. Yet the acrobatic supremacist would not go so easily, wrestling control of his airborne body, the Lethal LeBeau contorted the manifested momentum to his own advantage. Spinning and twirling into a crouched position behind the adorably psychotic Sophia. Consciously using her as a telekinetic shield while theatrically display the detonation device still safely clutched in his hand.
Antagonistically waving his free finger around with a wickedly curved smile, Charlemagne teased, "Strange, I thought you two were suppose to be better shots."His finger firmly pressing the button. Causing the entire building to spontaneously erupt.
Meanwhile, outside.
"This is Amanda Hugginkiss coming to you live from our Channel 5 news chopper high above the Field, legendary home of the embattled MVP's. Ladies and gentlement the scene here is simply devastating as heroes battle heroes. We've been hearing from our sources that there has been at least one casualty, maybe more. Hold on, something's happening. It looks like...." The cameras caught what the infamous reporter was not fast enough to verbalize as the entire chopper was swallowed up in a red and orange cloud of explosive chaos. The only visual remains of the Field, was a steady stream of black mushroom forming smoke as it rolled up towards the heavens. Who, if anyone, had survived, the World would have to wait and see.....
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