The_Assassin Vs Pyrogram - RP

Thoughtfully standing atop of an abandoned building in the middle of a rundown district within Gothic, The Emerald Knight idly overlooked the darkened city lost deep in ruminating thought regarding life and how things had turned so bad so fast. Noah Addams, supposedly, his best friend had recently attempted to assassinate him, with the false belief that Kurt had betrayed him and tried to have him arrested, being so unceremoniously defeated by the Goliath known as Brahma Bull, and the even more heart wrenching way he was unable to defend Antonia from POW, and what made things worse....Being saved by POW during his hour of need, his worst enemy, had spared his life.

Yet for all of his anguish, a single flame burned within his heart, slowly dwindling, his love for Abigail had been so softly rejected, sending him into a personal abyss of depression on top of everything else. Kurt had nobody, felt alone, his best friends sought to kill him, the love of his life nowhere in sight. The only mildly positive intrusion into his life was a recent visit by one of the Arcani Strigidae, gifting him with one of their most prized suits for his services to the Mutant Kind and his heroic efforts within Gothic. He thought it fitting, for his current dilemmas coupled with the darkness of the city, a black suit was appropriate. Currently equipt with a dangerous assortment of external weaponry, coupled with his internal abilities, Kurt was deadlier than ever. His willingness to kill had been piqued since the Brahma Bull encounter, or rather, his inner desire for solace would be accomplished by violently purging his emotional turmoil by the beating of criminals.....Or, so he hoped. A heavy sigh escaped the pained Paragons lungs, his arms absently clasped behind of his dark back simply awaiting something, anything, hoping destiny (in the shape of battle) would find him. Dismally looking downwards towards the rotting city, the normally energetic and optimistic archer had a very jaded, depressed look in his eyes.

Gothic City, Industrial District. 11 PM Local Time

The shipping yard was filled with shipping containers, some empty, other filled awaiting transportation to their predetermined destination. The loan security guard patrolled the maze like lot, stifling a yawn and tucking a gloved hand into his pocket in hopes of providing some relief from the November cold's bite. 'They don't pay me enough for this sh*t...' As he scanned the end of a long passageway crated by the staked containers for intruders. Behind him, the sound of metal striking metal resonated from somewhere within the labyrinth of containers. 'F*ckin' A' he groaned as he took off at a slow run in the general direction. He never made it there... one second he was running, the next thing he knew everything went black and he was sitting tied up in a chair in the small security shack just inside the lot. Trying to discern was going on he glanced around the cluttered room. 'What... what happened?'

Around him stepped a towering armored figure, their face hidden by a cold expressionless mask. "You tripped."

The guard frantically yelled and looked for his gun, noticing that his duty belt had been removed he looked back to the masked figure. 'Wh... Why are you doing this?'

"Oh don't worry, this has nothing to do with you or anything in those containers for that matter."

'Then... what is it you want?' He tried his best to stay calm but he helpless and strapped to a chair with some lunatic standing over him. He watched as the armored figure reached behind his back and removed a long bladed Tanto knife from it's sheath. 'NO NO NO NO! PLEASE! I HAVE A FAMILY! I-' Moving so quickly the lowly security guard had barely noticed in his frightened panic, the masked man has cut the duct tape binding his left hand. Nearly at the point of tears he whimpered. 'What's going on...?'

"I want you to do something for me..." Before the guard could respond he reached over to the desk and picked up the guard cell phone and tossed it in his lap. "Call 911."

'That... that's it...?'

"That's all I want. I only tied you up so you wouldn't go and do something we'd both regret." Holding up the pistol the guard had carried, calmly ejecting the magazine, clearing the chamber and removing each individual round from the magazine with his gloved thumb.

"Tell them whatever you want. I'll be waiting out there..." nodding over his shoulder to the shipping yard before turning and walking out without another word.

@the_assassin_:

Absently wandering the desolate rooftops his armored arms folded across his protected chest, Kurt was all but lost. Simply awaiting something to pique his attention, anything. Gothic was uncharacteristically quiet this night, nothing major transpiring which the federal agents and the Police could not handle. His mind wondering everywhere needing something to avert his depressive attention. All of a sudden, his internal radio chimed through talking about a possible terrorist, or super criminal disturbance clad and garbed in mask and armor.

The authorities usually dealt with such illicit encounters however more recently knowing these "Super villains" or masked villains were considerably more potent than the standard criminal - S.W.A.T had been alerted to the disturbance which had triggered Kurt's internal alarm regarding more serious threats within Gothic, feeding into the police radio network he quickly located the location of the 911 call. Removing two dark trenchant combat knives from their respective resting places within his suit, holding them in an inverted position downwards like an Assassin, Kurt broke off into an almighty sprint bounding across the rooftops as if he were majestic eagle flying through the air.

Promptly arriving before the police themselves, Kurt surveyed the area from an elevated position knowing the police would arrive in under 10 minutes prior to containing the area. Tapping into the police feeds once more learning of the armored figured roaming the outside shipyard. Quietly dropping downwards onto the concrete ground virtually making no noise, he slowly crept towards the armored figure wanting to obtain a better view, hiding behind a red shipment container prior to removing a single flash grenade from his utility belt, peering over once more, Kurt simply flung the flash grenade in the armored figures direction, satisfied once he heard the distracting bang of such grenade Kurt swiftly broke free from his cover, pocketed the knives and manifested himself his emerald bow intuitively drawing back without a seconds notice, an arrow fixed in place aiming towards Mike, "Put your hands on your head, and this'll be over quickly" The Emerald Archer instructed.

@pyrogram:

A devilish smirk arose behind his mask as he heard the flash grenade land near him in the snow. He'd only had to wait a few minutes before one of Gothic's ever alert vigilantes had made an appearance. His mask automatically negated the flash grenades effects by polarizing it's lenses to momentarily shut out the light before reverting to normal. In a slow, intentionally drawn out movement, the master assassin turned to face his next opponent. "Ah... A new face... I don't believe we've met." Carefully studying the black armored archer from behind his mask. "Now don't be naive robin hood, you and I both know I didn't put on this armor and come all the way to Gothic City to give my self up the second some kid points an arrow at my chest." Holding his hands at his sides, palms facing the opposing archer as he started slowly making his way towards the black clad archer.

"Now let's see... are you nothing but talk... or are you a man of action?"

Police sirens were growing louder in the background, but the two were in the center of the massive yard, and GCPD SWAT would meticulously check every nook and cranny before they reached their location.

@the_assassin_: Continually aiming towards Mike with a steady aim, subtly stepping backwards disallowing for the intimidating menace to close the distance just yet,"The real question is, can you last 10 minutes against me before the cops arrive?" Gesturing his head backwards towards the unmistakable sound of sirens growing ever louder. Without delay Kurt dematerialized his emerald bow and darted forwards, simultaneously manifesting himself two verdantly glowing trenchant combat knives attempting to slash towards the Assassins exposed palms, quickly performing a swivel spin trying to come behind the Assassin, and wrap his blade around the mans neck, kick the back of his right knee, and perform a choke hold, with his knife.

@pyrogram:

The knife strikes were quickly parried by the assassins armored forearm guards, followed by Caldwell combat rolling to the right to avoid having the dagger wielding vigilante to his back, coming to his feet with practiced ease Caldwell instantly went on the offensive, drawing the Wakizashi magnetically attached to the back of his armor and lunging for the archer. "I think the police will be a little preoccupied." As a handful of explosions erupted throughout the shipping yard, far away from their current position rumbled through the yard. Inverting the Wakizashi in his hand, the assassin sent a slash towards Kurt, aimed at his forearms, intended to inflict enough damage so that his opponent would loose his grip on his weapons and effectively be disarmed, followed in rapid by a series on brutal kicks intended for the black clad archers knees and abdomen, accompanied by a series of near miss slashes with the Wakizashi to keep him off guard.

@the_assassin_: (Sorry for taking so long >___<)

Kurt's casual knife strikes were swiftly parried away by the Assassins armored forearm guards, quickly followed by Cardwell's skillfully enacted combat roll completely avoiding Kurt's secondary attack now leaving the Emerald Knight at a tactical disadvantage due to the maneuver performed. The Wakizashi wielding mercenary easily disarmed Kurt who painfully dropped his blade onto the concrete ground prior to Kurt angrily swiveling back around, wanting to face his masked marauder before falling prey to the assassins brutally rapid kicks to his knees and abdomen, fortunately, his armor combined with his personal forcefield refuted any serious damage only sustaining a few minor bruises.

Stumbling backwards Kurt avoiding the near misses not realizing they were simply meant to catch him off guard as they had intended, the Knight desperately lunged out a single clenched fist, from nowhere, a single verdant arrow was shot forth from his fist, at virtually point blank range, aiming for his opponents right thigh, hoping to impale and impair.

Regardless of the circumstances Kurt dashed forwards hoping his arrow had performed the required injury, following up his arrowed attack by manifesting himself another small knife, attempting to viciously slash towards Mike's chest areas followed up by a final assault targeting his left arms elbow trying to impair him further.

@pyrogram: If not for the last second shifting of his right leg in preparation for another attack, the emerald archers manifested arrow would likely have sliced right through his right thigh, potentially severing the artery, luck would have it that the arrow instead, if only by centimeters, slicing through his leg. Gritting his teeth to stop himself from yelling out in pain, the assassin reacted like a wounded beast as time seemed to slow down and adrenaline kicked in. Tossing his sword to the side as his right arm came up in hopes of catching the his opponents swinging arm in his powerful grip.

Whether or not he succeeded in catching Kurt's arm, the archer drew a small poison tipped flechette from it's mount on his left leg, using it like a dagger, he thrusted it towards Kurt's mid-section where he seemed most likely to find a weak spot in his opponent's armor. The poison wouldn't kill him, it might make him a bit light headed at first, but the toxin's true purpose was to severely dampen any mutant traits his foe might possess for a short period of time. The toxin itself was a hold over from his days as a Meta-Human affairs operative.

As his body adjusted to the sudden adrenal increase, time seemed to revert to normal. To buy himself time, he dropped a smoke bomb between the two and waited for the device to detonate.