Sniff-out RPG

Near Seattle, Washington

Seattle, Washington

Annihilation soon found himself surrounded by helicopters, soldiers, tanks, as well as the usual police force. Despite his attempt at escape, he had still been discovered. He decided making a stand was his only choice. The tanks fired their large shells, while machine gun fire buffeted him from the helicopters. The soldiers pitched in, but their weapons only felt ticklish to him. The shells and machine gun rounds weren't so funny. Although not extremely painful, each shell felt like a weak punch from a boxer. He immediately jumped into action, grabbing a blue car with his hand. The force he exerted created a dent in the vehicle for him to lift it, and without much thought Annihilation threw it towards one of the helicopters. Unable to evade, the car collided with its rotor-blade, causing the aerial vehicle to spiral towards its death. 
 
The helicopter collided with one of the tanks, completely flattening it. The ensuing chaos deafened him. Or was that the adrenaline pumping through his enlarged veins? Annihilation didn't wait, soon throwing cars in all directions. Most of the tanks fell quickly, and the helicopters were forced to land on the edge of buildings, focusing their guns solely on him. Even as the bullets hit him, the Red Beast continued his work, rolling through tanks and swiping off soldiers. This is all the military can afford? he asked himself, pulling a light pole from the ground and ramming it through the center of a tank. I must of been all they had.
  
Then that weird sound started. At first he assumed it was just a siren, or some other odd sound warning civilians to move away from the area. Then it got louder.
 
And louder.
 
He looked around, and saw nothing.
 
Then the hit came.
 
 It was much harder than any of the shells or bullets that had rained on him. It was as if he had suffered a concussion or something, and his body reeled in shock at the unknown attack. Then, in quick succession, a figure landed on him. Annihilation was forced down, through the concrete, and into the slimy wet waters that he had been in hours previously. In a feeble attempt to stand, he slid in the water. On all fours, he quickly looked around through blurred vision and his eyes fall upon a figure a few feet away from him.
 
 "Surkit to Shadow, the dog's under the house, sir. Bring the heat"
 
The figure didn't seem to know he was close, nor realize he had gotten up, and Annihilation inched forward, his eyes trained on his target. His eyes start clearing just as the so-called "Surkit" turned to face him. Instinctively, Annihilation reached forward, hoping to grab at Surkit and crush him. Just as the tip of his middle finger was about to reach him, Annihilation found his hand pierced by an arrow. The small weapon only distracted him, with its quick beeping. Confused, he stared blankly at the arrow, watching as the speed of the beeping hastened. Almost immediately after the sound flat-lined, the arrow exploded, enveloping his hand in a cold substance. The substance quickly cooled the air around it, and then the area affected transformed into a dense ice. "Huh?" Annihilation muttered. 
 
He looked up at the hole in the street and saw a figure jumping down from the hole, two swords in his hands. Annihilation quickly swung, hitting the man in mid-air and causing him to fly down the sewer. As the man disappeared farther in the tunnel, the hulking beast pulled his hand out of the ice and focused his attention on Surkit. "Your Shadow's gone!" he roared menacingly, punching towards Surkit with his right hand. 
 
Clarence looked around after the punch, realizing he had no chance in fighting the two in a small space. He was still on his knees, and the fight was going to be very one-sided if he couldn't stand. Without waiting to see if he had damaged Surkit, Annihilation crawled out of the hole and back onto the street, standing outside the crevice and waiting for his opponents to exit as well. Most of the soldiers and remaining tanks and helicopters had ceased fire, awaiting what would happen in this final confrontation between the two sides.

The suprise in his face quickly turns to focus, as Surkit looks up at his enemy, unable to react, barely even registering the giant hand shooting towards him. He closes his eyes and braces for impact, only the blow never connected. opening his one to see the lummox staring at his hand as it beeps with a stick in it. Instantaneously his hand and wrist are covered with ice. The battery of a man looks up at his entry way to see Mark standing proudly over his target "Gotta love trick arrows,". A gift from on high he quips to himself, feeling that their victory was assured now that it was two on one.

Then he randomly remembered something his brother told him, one of the last things before he died. "Believe half of what you see...and none of what you hear"

As the code named shadow takes a leap into the trenches, close combat weapons in hand, Surkit knew immediately he was over confident and took this opponent as a fool as he had at first, forgetting that any man the government took into its labs, usually went in a warrior and came out a machine. The beast was waiting for his next strike, bluffing ignorance. With speed unnatural for something of it's stature, he swings backwards with incredible force. Had he not been constricted in the tunnels, shadow surely would have been halved.

Breaking the ice off of his hand on a wall, he turns with a menacing smile on his face "your shadow's gone!" Surkit was ready this time, adding density to his mass before taking the attacks energy for himself. expecting to be thrown a few inches back, Surkit is as shocked as mike tyson if he were knocked out by a little girl, as he is flown down the tunnel, both Fox company members now an even distance in both directions from Annihilation. Surkit, now obviously thicker in size and oozing energy, realizes the action worked all too well for this to just be a coincidence. "So" He says with his head slowly rising out of the sewer water, "Your not as dumb as you look." By the time he looks back down the tunnel the last thing he sees in his peripherals is a size 45 foot leaping back into the city.

Getting up Bishop shakily walks over to the hole, Mark standing in front of him one weapon short. Words were unnecessary as Bishop simply points upward with a frustrated grimace on his stony face. The skilled and seemingly unscathed associate lends a few words of encouragement before surprisingly taking a single leap back onto the street level. that old dogs got more tricks than he does arrows he says with new hope, kicking himself up and out, only to find his words were most appropriate, as the first image he lay eyes on is exact replicants in the dozens of his allys' self circling Annihilation.

"Which one's the real me?" All the Mark's asked in unison.

Surkit runs with the sound of pistons slamming dirt towards the enclosed beast, now confused on how to handle a one man army. Bishop replies to mark, "...Better hope it ain't this one!" He yells mid-pace as he grabs one of the clones by the ankle and somersaults forward, ejecting it at the Brick wall like beast, who seems to have grown in stature since a few moments ago. The body screams uncharacteristically for mark, his faux scimitar aimed at it's heart, as any trained fighter would.

The attacks by the man had been decisive. Clarence was disturbed at how his fighting flowed. It wasn't choppy, it was like music in action. And his partner, that "Surkit" character, was so raw and brash--it was uncharacteristic. The two were unlike anything he had ever crossed. The Red Beast braced himself, fending of the attacks by the Shadow. As the fight had progressed, Annihilation had realized that the man had started to display more and more of his powers. It was weird, and Clarence couldn't tell if the powers would ever stop. Then, just as he was charging him, the Shadow was now displaying a terrible shrieking. And it was terrible.
 
All that can come from a guy? he asked himself, fighting the torrent of sound waves. It felt like a gale-force wind was colliding with his chest, slowing down his progress. But, Clarence was determined, and with the body of Annihilation, he was more than capable of dealing with some sound waves.  Clarence, although reduced to the speed of a tortoise, was able to reach his opponent. The man wasn't able to run and scream at the same time, and that was his downfall. Trying to end the incessant screaming, he pushed out his hand and grabbed his opponent's head. The shrieking stopped, but his ears still tingled. "So you're the screaming type?" Clarence asked, raising his arm in the air. Viciously he brings his arm down, letting go, and causing his opponent to slam into the ground. A small crater formed in the concrete on impact. "I hate screamers!"
 
Annihilation grabbed his victim by his leg and then launched him into a nearby wall. The Shadow collided into the wall, sliding down in pain. Clarence stalked over, and knowing his other opponent was probably close behind him, yanked the Shadow off the ground and launches him towards Surkit. As the body flies through the air, Annihilation began his charge. His heavy steps, foreboding and loud, fill the silent air. The military and police watch horrified--if supers can do it, they can't.
 
 
 The Red Beast quickly vaulted into the air, and like a jackhammer, came down with the intent to crush Surkit. And then tear him to pieces. 

Surkit steps back after launching the impostor body at his foe. He watches as the clones all listen to what could only be mark-prime. The sound of one voice played a thousand times at once fills the street as they charge at the enemy with the kind of unity that would make the Navy S.E.A.L s feel humbled. Surkit couldn't get a clear shot without possibly putting a hole through his affiliate. He opts to attempting an attack from behind while the thing was out flanked from the front, running out of view and picking his spot to attack from.

The assault was worthless in the end, as the red menace swats, stomps and pummels them all until it came down to two, who quickly perform a maneuver attempting to incapacitate him. Of course the military wanted him back alive if possible. It proves ineffective. It seemed his ally was running low on energy as well as tricks. He performs one last hail Mary, taking a deep breath and billowing a sonic scream that shattered glass on every squad car and window in the area.

in a hail of sound, that commanded enough force which could rip the skin off of a man and send him well into the next block, It pushes forward. Through tremendous will and anger, it pushes on, until clasping Mark into his grip, and slamming down with force some would assume was only allowed to the gods, cratering the Shadow. The brute continues his rampage, throwing his incapacitated body into a brick wall. Without thought Surkit forces himself head long into the battle as Annhiliation grabs shadow by the ankle and tosses him directly at Surkit, as though he had heightened senses.

His eyes open wide, then his brow furrows, determined to grab shadow before he hit the ground, not knowing what the damage would do if taken unaware by him. He grabs him just in time setting him down on the street quickly but gently so as to not have any bones pierce organs. He is ducked down low when he hears his opponent barreling towards him. His gut reaction through years of training comes into play, as he swings backwards with his left fist in an upward spiral, following up with his right, sending Clarence flying off his original course sliding jaw first on the stone tiled ground.

He gives him no quarter, dashing forward with his fists engulfed with energy, shooting intensely heated plasma out of his finger tips with his arms flung forward as he charged at the rising Annihilation, not realizing that the creature was feeding off of his power...

As he came down, with all his momentum, Clarence thought it would be a sure-fire hit. He had deduced that his weight, plus his speed, would completely take Surkit off-guard and allow him the chance to pummel the smaller super-human. However, in an impossible twist of fate, Surkit had somehow turned his momentum against him. It was a quick change, decisively done. That change was vital, and now the Red Beast found himself sliding across the concrete, his face down, gravel filling his mouth and covering his tongue. Annihilation struggled to get up, still surprised at how everything had turned out. The Gargantuan slapped his arms on the ground and raised himself, just as the first blast collided with him. He saw it before it came, and instinctively raised an arm. 
 
But the blast of heated plasma did the exact opposite of what it was supposed to do. Instead of feeling pain, or being pushed back onto the floor, his body welcomed the plasma. It absorbed it. Along with absorbing it, Annihilation felt a surge of power. His muscles enlarged, and he felt himself growing. His eyes started to give off a golden radiation, and he smiled. More plasma hit him. Clarence stood, this time his body was taller. It was larger. It was wider. Everything about him had grown. Including an insatiable thirst for defeating his enemy, who was ironically fueling it all. 
 
"Ha," he scoffed. "You'll regret this!"
 
His eyes now 'leaked' a pure gold colored energy. When another blast hit him, Annihilation absorbed it in his right hand. The force of plasma shot up his right hand, and then his back contorted. Clarence rose his other hand, which discharged the same energy. But this energy was slightly stronger, having taken some of the energy he had already absorbed. Quickly after shooting off the energy, Annihilation took long steps and attempted to kick his opponent. Then he took his two enlarged fists and tried to slam them into Surkit. A nearby car became enticing to his eyes, and Clarence grabbed it and launched it towards his only remaining enemy.  
 
Clarence didn't seem to notice that the street had become deadly quiet. Not a single person stirred, not even Mark who still lay unconscious. Everyone was watching. They were watching him, and they were watching Surkit. Who would come out on top?

The power he exhausted from his fingers was minimum but rapid, his intention only to wear down the red colossus. As he charges forward, eyes locked with intensity on his opponent, Bishop can't help but wonder, "How the hell is he getting closer without moving?" Then he quickly stops, folding in his fingers to his palms, Having realised the error of his attack all too late. This monster of a man, this master of deception. clearly he represented the devil in spirit as well as flesh. The beast grew immensely as he took in the last of his attackers blue and black plasma like a sponge, the energy seeping into every pore of his body.

"Ha," he exclaims. "You'll regret this!" His voice now thicker, heavier, and deeper.

A glow of intense pure yellow fills his eyes, each one dripping with it like a pair of melting suns. Annhilation raises his palm, now the size of a small dog, supping up the blast and convulsing in a wave like form. The Blast completely catches Bishop by surprise as he the last image in his eyes was blinding yellow reddish light followed by a forceful thrust backwards and on his back. "GAH!" The energy singes his near invulnerable chest, instill fear into the mix of his already stunned and angry pool of emotion. Annihilation, with Surkit's help, may have the power to destroy him. As he goes to rise, turning to all fours, a foot the size of a canoe collides point blank with his mid-section, sending Bishops' body skipping across the street like a stone on still waters.

He slides into, after his rag doll hop, a brick wall. The force of it leaving a visible imprint of his body on the building. he doesn't get more than a moment after falling out of the wall, as two gigantic fists run him into the ground. The air grows still once more, as the hero lays motionless on the gravel. He hears a sound above him as he turns on one hand , a raspy "heh" as it grabs an SUV, hurling the vehicle like a baseball out of its massive grip. As the shadow grows over top of Surkit feels his anxiety lift, and his confidence and resolve harden, as well as his skin.

The hero for hire stands in his now tattered jacket. The soles of his feet melting from the energy, He ejects from the hole with renewed strength pushed near his limitation of capacity, literally near bursting with power. The raging soldier failed to realize early on that Surkits’ power had to come from somewhere. He blasts forward so hard his cheeks flap back form the g-force. As the car flies in his path, Bishop shoves his arms into both doors on the left side and pulling in opposite directions. He runs unencumbered by the it, now armed with two steel fists. “Now-". Not two feet from his face he jumps into the air, his legs just out of the now seemingly 12 foot monsters’ reach, "-we’re gonna see who regrets what!” He proclaims, as he attempts to bring the steel hammer of a fist down on his opponent with tremendous force. He then aims to take the legs from his enemy, sending blows at its knees.

He switches up making his moves seem random and chaotic, the way only a true street fighter could. he goes for a blow to the throat in attempt to stun and choke him. The metal breaks down sending pieces and chunks flying in the air, falling in the distant crowd and on the wrecked warzone where Mark lay.

Everything proceeded as planned. Annihilation's opponent had faced his blast and lost his balance. His foot slid precisely into the mid-section of Surkit, tossing him like a rag doll across the hard, concrete ground. The car already flying towards him. "He'll be finished," Clarence muttered under his breath. Then, all of a sudden, Surkit stopped the car. It didn't crush him like Annihilation had planned, now it was just another weapon. Another tool for Surkit to use against the Red Giant. Clarence could see the raging power within Surkit, and knew immediately that he had lost his advantage in the fight. He gets stronger too...interesting. Annihilation had little time to observe his opponent before Surkit was barreling toward him, the car separated into two parts. Surkit was holding them like gloves. 
 
Annihilation braced himself for an oncoming attack, only to see Surkit fly into the air. The move immediately caused Clarence to smile. He side-stepped, causing Surkit to smash his deadly fists directly into the ground. However, before the Red Giant could make his move, his opponent continued his assault. Clarence immediately felt a sharp pain in his knee, where Surkit had smashed him with the car glove. The initial pain brought him immediately to one knee and another well-placed attack brought him onto both. Clarence was stunned. Such a little man had been quick, and strong, enough to bring him down. The Red Giant wondered why this one wouldn't go as easily as the unconscious opponent who laid a way's away. 
 
The Hulking Beast quickly responded, protecting himself from the rabid punches that Surkit laid on him. Pieces of metal flew around him as the man smashed the car harder and harder into him. Guarding himself, Annihilation quickly stood back up, avoiding a well-placed blow for his throat which landed on his chest instead. Clarence stumbled back, taking the tough blow by giving it the least amount of friction he could offer. The Red Beast quickly responded, throwing a jab towards Surkit's face. He followed this up by an uppercut towards his chest, before using his large leg to swipe at Surkit's legs and trip him.
 
The Giant continued, using straight-forward punches in an attempt to weaken Surkit and take advantage of his smaller size. Still, Clarence was disturbed by how the little man was a tank--how incredibly strong he was. "It's almost over!" He tried to assure himself, continuing his assault with a backhand attempted for Surkit's ribs.