The Ultimatum: Three Way Battle RPG

Train: Waybery 7150: Due West to Las Vegas from San Antonio

Mark was hidden away in a small, box-like air vent in the front of the Waybery train. Hidden from view by a parked frozen dinner cart, Mark was simply chilling. As a triple jointed person, Mark could bend his body in different, almost experimental ways without feeling pain. Mark didn't plan on the passengers eating, because that meant he hadn't acted and had simply waited to long letting the passengers go without the trauma that they should have gone through. As an instrumental assassin, even one of the best, the trauma was going to come to everyone but him. Mark wasn't on the train to simply be a cheap mother fucker and avoid a train ticket, instead he was on the train to do a job, the job he had been 'purchased' to do.
 
This job was against a man nicknamed Slight. He wasn't a normal man though; instead he was a bender of the element of water. Slight could simply manipulate the water any which way he wanted, and with almost no physical limits, he could very well freeze you in a place and then kill you. In a desert though with very little water and that water only in cactus's and the trains fountain drinks, Slight wasn't as dangerous as he would be around a beach. In fact, in a summer dry heat drought, Slight was going to be hurting in a fight.

This was what Mark had waited for actually. Months he had waited just for Slight to jump on a train into the middle of the desert with barely any water to back him up in a fight. Mark was ready, and he was ready to absolutely destroy Slight. The fountain drinks and the cactus wouldn't nearly as hurt Mark as oceanic waters, so Mark, hiding his enjoyment, was in a somber mood. Trained to never reveal a facial expression if you don't have too, Mark was using that training at this moment. Barely a breath could be heard from him, all so that he wouldn't be found out by some stewardesses.

Time is now. Three hours into the trip, desert surrounding us. Only the oil refineries miles away could provide enough liquids for the man to use against me.

Mark took his opportunity. Opening the thin, metal plate covering the vent. Mark pushed away the food cart and pulled himself out of the tight spot. With both his knees on the plate which had slits, Mark felt pretty cold. The vent had been working like it was supposed to, and so Mark's blood and body temperature were colder than normal. Taking a few deep breaths, Mark pushed both his hands back into the air vent and pulled out his two, Adimantium swords. They were his children, his signatures.

So, placing them on his back in an "l" on both his shoulders, Mark handled them carefully. Instead of the stereotypical "X" shape, Mark adapted to his situation. An "X" would be a pain to have walking through small door spaces, while an "l" would be easier to maneuver with. Before Mark could enjoy the bliss of battle though, he needed to deal with the Engineer and Co-Engineer driving the train. Pulling out a blow gun with his left hand, Mark pulled out two poison darts and loaded one in. Opening the door to their 'cockpit' of sorts, Mark fired one dart towards the Engineer's neck, and quickly reloaded to do the same to the Co-Engineer.

Both didn't know what hit them, and both succumbed to the same hysteria before falling unconscious. Mark had made his own, homemade poison darts. A low dose would knock a person unconscious, however they would succumb hysteria hallucinations, and other things. A high dose would kill a person in ten minutes unless the person was simply put, cured of the poison. But, since Mark had done his homemade one, there was no serious antidote known to the public. Mark made it, he knew the solution to it and that was that Mark had ten of each, but with this had put twelve low doses, two of which had been used already on the Engineers.  

"Go time."

Mark smirked as he closed the sliding door concealing  the cockpit. The train would stop moving in a minute with no one driving it. So, putting the blow gun away, Mark emerged into the first section of seats. With everything but his eyes covered, people were surprised to see him. A few children screamed, an old woman fainted. Yet, ignoring them, Mark walked on. Heads turned to see him go as Mark walked through to the second section. He wasn't ignoring everyone, he was scanning each room. No one was in the second section that resembled Slight.

The third section yielded better results. Sitting in the back, near a window was someone that vaguely looked like Slight from where Mark was standing. Seeing Mark, the man stood with a cold face. Mark reacted with expert speed, pulling out the blow gun again along with a high dose of poison. Bringing the gun to his mouth, Mark inserted the dart and simply blew strongly, and fast. With the blow dart flying away, everyone in the section ducked with the whole third sections children screaming with a few chiming women and men.

Pulling the blow gun away, Mark started a Krav Maga position. With the battle on, he eyed towards a other man, who seemed to be getting ready to respond too. Stepping back a little so that both men were in front of him, Mark smiled underneath the Vibranium ninja-like cloth covering his mouth. Interesting.Then the train came to a halt, stopping exactly as Mark had suspected it would. That simply brought a wide, almost unnormal smile to his face.

As his once good ol' buddy Walter Simmons used to say, nothing good ever lasts forever, and that was something Enigma had learned this morning. After a few funny sounds and a small hop, his jetpack's engine blew up and left a big black stain on the wall, as well as on Enigma's white jumpsuit. Fortunately he had two others, yet, one was ripped and burnt, as well as dirty. He threw one on and went for some coffee, unfortunately though, he dropped his coffe on him. Yep, this wouldn't be a good day, not if it kept going as it was going already.

Now Enigma sat rocking an old school style inside a train, yes, a train. Who knows where he had dug up a train ticket from, but now he was on a train going towards the Entertainment Capital of The World, Las Vegas. No, Enigma also wished he was on a vacation, but no. This time he was searching for a lost Captain Bam, who had been missing for three days afer he announced he would be coming back to Furboll City's neighbor city, Wormhole City. Yet, nothing had happened and Captain Bam wasn't back from his small vacation in Las Vegas. The small state of Mongoose needed heroes, and Captain Bam was one of the few and best in the state, besides Enigma.

Without a jumpsuit on, Enigma sat wearing a black coat, shirt, and hat. On his neck, a white and black checkered tie hung, and in the seat beside him a black suitcase. Yeah, maybe his day wouldn't be so bad, not while wearing a checkered tie. He took a sip at his coffee and looked out the window, watching as the white clouds passed by. The small bushes that survived in the hard dry land moved gently with the wind. The sun was high in the sky. Good thing inside the train it was cold. The air smelled somewhat like medicine, maybe that was due to a pair of old ladies a few seats up.

Suddenly, a man completely covered in clothing burst through his section's door. Terrorists? No, couldn't be, the chances of terrorists attacking a train were very small. Enigma took off his hat and put it on his seat. Before being able to take off his coat, a man a few seats behind stood up, and leaped in front of the enemy. This was something personal between these two. That wasn't good. The man who had just stood up seemed a bit familiar, but now wasn't the time to have a conversation

It looked like the day needed a hero, Enigma stood up and stepped up beside his enemy's apparent target. He looked over at the enemy, and then at the man beside him, "Alright, I know that traveling in a train can make someone cranky, trust me, I was traveling in Jetpack yesterday, but can we--" Suddenly the train came to a violent halt. The covered man took out a blow gun and shot away. Enigma took a grip of a seat beside him. "Seems like you guys won't care about these people, and that's just too bad!" Enigma yelled as he swiftly slid under the man's openned legs, and stood up behind him. He took a kick going for his enemy's head.

Ultimatum

It was a hot day in . But that was the usual, anyone who had lived here was used to it. However, Slight was just visiting, and he was miserable. The sun’s heat seemed to be concentrated on this one spot, and it happened to be exactly where he was standing. It was the end of his trip, and he was waiting for the train to come. The tracks seemed were distorted from the heat waves the rolled over them.

As low rumble could be heard in the distance. It was the train. “Finally” he thought. The time had come for him to escape the harsh weather. The luggage carriers took his bags to the cargo hold, and he showed the ticket checker his ticket, and boarded. He was assigned to the second to last car. He took his seat, and began to enjoy the steady current of air conditioning. As he watched the other passengers board, a man came on. He had pale skin, and wore a black and white checkered tie, and carried a black suitcase.

Slight has seen crazier things, and knew that judging anyone by their looks was wrong, although sometimes it was very hard. The man had a wacky look on his face, really unnatural it seemed. But, deciding to enjoy his ride, instead of constantly staring, he turned his head to the window. At least he would be able to enjoy the scenery.

The train pulled off. Slowly it gained speed, and images of the city slowly crept away. It was almost hypnotizing, watching the city leave, and dry hot desert take its place. Snapped out of the trance by a couple of shaky bumps, Slight turned to look at the weird guy, who still had that weird look on his face. Rolling his eyes away, somehow kind of annoyed at the guy.

Five minutes passed, and Slight could here screams coming from the carts ahead of his. Sitting strait up in his seat, he prepared himself. There was something coming, and he undoubtedly would have to stop it. The images from outside the window were gaining shape, this meant only one thing, the train was stopping, or slowing down. The train stopped and the door from the front of the car opened. A man, walked in. Immediately he recognized him. Quality, and that he was. An assassin that could kill a hundred men in minutes. Why he was here, was another question entirely.

Reaching in his back pocket, he pulled out a metal tube. Quickly he loaded the tube with a dart thing, and blew on it, and sent it flying right in Slight’s direction. If it had not been for him getting ready for an attack, it would have hit him. But, he was able to put up a telekinetic grasp on the dart. Applying crushing pressure to it, just in time for the guy in the black and white checkered tie to jump up. Slight’s head tumbled backward; he was frustrated because now the he would have to protect this man, who had presented himself as a threat. At least that’s what he thought. The man jumped into action. He slid under Quality’s legs, and started a kick to the head. “Okay so he’s a hero, good”

Assassins didn’t really care what happened as long as there were no signs of them. There could be debris as far as the eye could see, and if there were no witnesses then they were successful.

Now it was time for him to make his move. Slight ran strait for Quality, and jump kicked at him, but his leg, being in the close quarters he was, got caught on the seat. Using his superior agility, granted to him by Hydrokinesis, he clung to the seat beside him, suspending his body in an awkward position. He placed his foot on the brown floor, giving him leverage to stand. On his feet now, he sent out a telekinetic blast, this was not aimed at anyone in particular, but it was set to unbolt the seat, so he could clear them out.

Lifting them all out of the car, and crashing them all out of the window. Now he could fight with finesse. Again, he ran at Quality, but this time he performed a roundhouse kick.

Enigma threw his kick towards the head with such speed and strength, it would have been hard for anyone to stop, yet, not for this new found enemy. He seemed familar, such like the man he had made an alliance with. Maybe he had met them before his accident  that caused him to lose all of his memories. But this wasn't the time to think about that, this was the time to protect these innocent people, and get away with victory. His enemy stopped his kick with his forearm and pushed him away. All with such quickness it made Enigma sweat a bit at the thought of defeat. Enigma swung backwards in an attempt to get away from a counterattack, but it was too late. His opponent swiftly sent an attack towards the back of his leg, a critical point of pain... for an average person, that is.

Enigma's dead body and his dead nerves allowed him to not feel as much pain, and the blow hadn't caused much of a problem. Though, the strength of the attack had made Enigma fall to the ground on his knee, with a wounded leg. He didn't worry, by the time his ally made an attack and his enemy made his, he would be healed. He looked up at his enemy, who's mocking face made Enigma turn a big smile. It was people like this, they thought they had control over everything. That victory would easily come against small time heroes like Enigma. Thinking that Enigma had been around for only a short time, even though Enigma had lived for so long, traveling through Earth, Time, and Space. Yet, now he had made his comeback to a brave new world where many things had changed, mostly for worst. But that's why heroes were needed, and that's why he had come back.

" Does that hurt well enough Enigma?" His enemy mocked, thinking he knew the answer. But pain is never a problem to a living zombie with all his mind in place.

He slid on his bottom to the back of the cart's wall, watching as Slight threw a flying kick at... Slight? Was that his name. How had he known? Well, at least that was down. He watched as Slight threw a flying kick at his enemy, yet failing, and getting stuck on a seat. Enigma wasn't much of an acrobat, or a martial artist, but he got things done. His wound was almost completely gone, and he stood up, openned his skin and rib cage and looked inside for a weapon that would fit this battle. As Enigma searched behind a seat, Slight picked them all up with his mind and threw them out the window. These two had amazing powers and skills, too bad Enigma was stuck with the ability ro resurrect corpses, commit suicide and resurrect, go around without feeling much pain, too bad, huh?

Enigma's searching was cut short by a seat that hit his head with such strength he fell back unconcious... he woke up, looked around, and noticed he was heavier. Enigma turned his head down and looked at his lap, where a C-4 Package was sitting. What had happened? How much time had passed? He got up holding the package and noticed Slight had one too. The enemy held the controller. C-4 explosives, now that was something Enigma'd body couldn't withstand, something no one could withstand.

"You see this? This button, once pressed will blow those C-4 Packages. You're gonna let me walk out of here or risk killing all these people by which you are bound to protect. Either the citizens die, or I walk free... choose." In his sleep, he had heard the name of his enemy, Quality. A demented murdering piece of human, he must have been. A skilled and smart one though. But the lives of hundreds was worth more than the death of one who didn't deserve to die in the hands of a noble man. He openned the way through, just as Slight did. He watched as Quality leaped out, and ran away from the train. Suddenly, his worst nightmare became true...

"I lied about leaving. I'm not afraid of you two, I'm The Living Death Warrent. You should be afraid, 'cause--" Enigma didn't wait for him to finish. He reached over to his wrist and teleported into the other carts, taking away people into Dimmension HR15, a dimension discovered by The Masked Cape and known only by Captain Bam, The Masked Cape and Enigma himself. They would be safe until he went back for them. Most of the people were safe, he went back for the final trip, nanoseconds passed before Enigma teleported the last group of people... and then the explosion happened. He had gotten rid of his package, it had been one of the first things he had done. He thought he had saved most of the people... yet, apparently, he had forgotten about the Engineers... and he had failed to save the innocent as he heard the panicing screams from half a mile away.

Half a mile away behind Quality, that was. But the death of those innocent would be avenged. Avenged by them as well. He raised his arm into the sky. The sun shined specially bright this day. The heat would be getting to his head soon. He had to hurry. Yet, Quality didn't suspect his survival and an element of surprise would be helpful. The ground began to shake. His fingers began to shake. A series of steps Enigma had come to be familiar with. A radiating green energy began to escape from the his fingertips and into the hard ground. His tie began to dance in the wind. The green energy that his fingertips sent into the ground became stronger with every second. His nose began to bleed. His face began to sweat. As a final bolt of energy blasted into the ground, he fell on his knees.

Suddenly, from the flaming train carts, out leaped two horribly burnt figures. They stood up looking at Quality. Green energy pulsated out of there eyes. They wished revenge. From under Quality, hands bursted out of the ground. Moans and cries could be heard. Enigma lifted his head and looked at his creations arise from the dead. More and more corpses bursted out. Out of the train cart another figure leaped out, apparently, the two engineers hadn't been the only tow that he had failed to save. Finally, dozens of zombies were out. They stood tall, without moving. Green energy raditaing from there eyes and green mist coming out of there mouths. Enigma stood up and teleported ten feet in front of Quality.

"You were a fool to ever mess with the innocent. You should have taken your little battle away from here. I don't care if what's left of humanity inside of you people is killed while in senseless battle. But if there is something you don't do in my presence, is to kill for no reason..." Enigma wiped the blood off his nose. In a swift movement he teleported behind Quality. Got on the floor and sent a kick going for the back of his legs. As he made his attack, his creations leaped into the air going for there master's enemy.

The extra strength and time Enigma had put into these creations were worth it. Now they were granted with extra agility and strength. It was almost as if they had a mind of there own.

His roundhouse kick hit Quality’s arm. It was the best that could be expected, he was a trained killer, and fighter. It wasn’t even five seconds after this did he make an attempt to grab onto his shirt. His hand clasped onto his collar, and he pulled Slight forward, bringing him into his knee. Loosing his breath, and watching as Precision Percussionist formed his two fingers, obviously to block his circulation. He’d seen such attacks in his day. Simply put, Slight was scared, and the mixture of his loss of breath, and fear, caused him to liquefy. It was just his luck too. Who knows except for Quality, what that attack would have done.  Another attack was sent from Enigma, who was proving himself to Slight. (Not that he needed to, just proving his worth by doing what he could, didn’t want that to be misconstrued.) Slight was ready to sent out another blow, but instead he received a package of C4.  

Quality spoke, but in his franticness, Slight could only catch the basis of what he said. It was that “Either he walks away, or everyone dies.” Choosing the latter, he was forced to let the assassin leave. Slight allowed him to walk away, and threw the package out of the window. The telekinetically sent it as far as could see in the desert. The Enigma somehow teleported passengers that were in danger away, he could not see where, only he knew that they were safe. After all, it would have been pointless to teleport them to some hellish place. The package that Slight had sent out, blew up, and for a moment it looked like hell had broken through the curst of the Earth. Fire spewed from the small afea, creating a plume of smoke. Even now, he could feel the shockwaves, and feel the extra heat that emmited from the blast. A fiery death was met for all new it.

It was too good to be true. Quality returned and said, monologue like "I lied about leaving. I'm not afraid of you two, I'm The Living Death Warrent. You should be afraid, 'cause both your contracts are up. Along with those citizens you planned on attempting to save." That was it. He should have know better than to believe the word of killer. Now was the time for a plan, but as usual he had none. Slight was the kind to just do things on a whim, never really thinking them out. And this time was no different.

Changing pace, Slight formed a telekinetic fist, increasing the size of his own. Quality would never be able to withstand such extra pressure. Just as he did this, Enigma turned green. After doing this, he fell to his knees. Not to shortly after, the door to the other cart opened. For the first time in his life, he’s seen zombies. They wore pilot like suits so Slight assumed that they were the engineer drivers. Their eyes and mouth resonated with the same eerie glow that once held Enigma so. They leaped up and were as agile as any truly living person, and attacked Quality.

Knowing this would not be enough, even more of the zombies came to the fray. Thinking to himself, “I can’t believe what I’m seeing, and I’ve seen some pretty weird things” In and effort to get his head back in the game, Slight unleashed the power he held within his hand. Sending it strait towards the kneecap of Quality, without a knee to stand on the battle would be quickly won.

 "You were a fool to ever mess with the innocent. You should have taken your little battle away from here. I don't care if what's left of humanity inside of you people is killed while in senseless battle. But if there is something you don't do in my presence, is to kill for no reason..."

Doomsday. Some people would refer Doomsday as a vile, indecent villain. A villain to the well known, however dead in CVerse superhero, Superman. Here and now, with the dead rising with green, pulsating gas from their bodies, doomsday meant the end of the whole world. An apocalypse in its own right, most would be in utter confusion and fear of the dead coming back to haunt them because of their malicious, ominous misdeeds against that certain 'dead' person or thing. On that note, that was what someone would expect when they started seeing dead, withered away bodies emanating green liquids and gas from their mouth and other opening areas. That person would think of either A) The Doomsday of our worlds or B) The Apocalypse of the whole universe. Their eyes, displaced by the fire that had burned them to death, were replaced with a green, glowing gas that pooled out like a fire, flickering as the wind blew by them with intense fury and unwanted dust.

When things began to pile out of a thing, say an exploded death trap of a train, the normal person would be freaking out as those 'things' piling out were dead people maimed to death by fire. Screaming, painful screeching, fear and anxiety. With people's hands emerging from the ground to grab you, your eyes would come into a wide-oval shape that would show your frightened, surprised side. All of those were emotions that would be bundled up together to make an explosive amount of hysteria inside a person's soul. Quality however, was taught young that fear is just a joke. A malicious joke used by master manipulators to weaken their enemies, in this case, inevitable foes. Mark wasn't just another enemy or foe though, he was the enemy.

In this case, instead of freaking out, Mark had pulled out his two, twin bladed Flamberge swords. Diamond and gold encrusted hilts, along with sheaths made them shine in the desert sun. They were almost blinding if you looked directly at them, but for Mark, pulling out his swords was one quick, precise movement that was really a few separate forms packed into one. The swords' blades were made of Adimantium. Adimantium, not a Earthen mineral, is a mineral suspected of coming from Mars by the many, but few scientists who have laid their hands on less than a pupil' worth of it for scientific work. It can cut through anything human-made, or even Earth-made, and is the diamond to the world. Currently though, it's become increasingly easier to have Adimantium, and so Mark's valuable weapons were becoming less valuable almost every month.

Instead of waiting to see what was going to happen, Mark began to slice at the hands grabbing at his feet, however his assassin-like movements were bothered, he heard a swish as mass appeared behind him. Immediate on instinct, he attempted to jump backwards, but a kick landing on his lower back had him performing a back flip before landing face first into a pile of sand. When he looked up, a few zombies had pounced on where he had last been, and some had even come close enough to damaging Enigma but he couldn't see if they had. The creator of all these un-living beasts had become a target of his mindless animals. Standing up, Quality began performing attacks never seen on the planet, however noticeable as they were linked to various martial arts around the world. Merging Tai Kwon Do, Kung Fu, Krav Maga, and Bushido all in compact movements, The Living Death Warrant was proving why he had earned the moniker.

The first two zombies who had approached him after that were immediately sliced in half at the torso, almost at the same, synchronized time. Thinking them dead, The Silent Killer began to move towards a few more zombies still crawling about the floor. Maiming them easily, Mark began stripping their legs before slicing their heads clean off. Peace.. Peace in war was what The Precision Percussionist was great at. That was until cold, grimy hands grabbed at his feet from behind. He turned only to see the half bodies of the two zombies he had killed before. Then Quality saw Slight coming at him. Quickly, he cut the two zombies heads off before jumping backwards to avoid the blow of Slight's hand. Instead a telekinetic blast flew towards him, and because of the wind and other natural causes, the energy shifted. Instead of hitting the kneecap, it hit Mark's abdomen causing him to fly backwards into more sand- his body sliding a few feet backwards as he did this.

"Fuck this."

Getting up in pain, Mark held his abdomen with his left hand, now free since the Flamberge was back in it's sheath. Using his right, Quality began cutting towards the mass amount of zombies trying to overrun him. Drawing back upon a hill, Mark was enticed to do something other than sword fight. Putting away the sword, he exchanged it for three, six-sided shurikins. Made of the mineral Vibranium, they were equally as strong as Adimantium but not as quite able to cut through anything. Rotten flesh however, would be easily cut through by Vibranium. Immediately, precisely, and without much consideration, Mark through the three shurikins. Boomerang like; they were circling around, cutting through multiple zombies’ heads and other limbs. Continuing the onslaught, Mark pulled out three more, by which he threw the same way he had the others.

With those shurikins, flying around, slicing through zombies, Mark began his own assault onto Enigma. With his stomach feeling a bit better, he gripped onto one sting grenade in each of his two hands. Grabbing the safety handles, he pulled out the safety pin and threw the pull rings simultaneously out of the grenades vicinity. Immediately after, Mark threw both of the grenades at Enigma. In a few seconds, a conclusive explosion would launch out a form of shrapnel that would knock unconscious or leave the victim immobile. Either way, the grenades are equally as deadly as a 'frag' or fragmentation grenade.

Watching as the two grenades blew up in mid-air, Mark knew that the rubber balls held within them would automatically knock Enigma unconscious or at least leave him winded. Without delay, Mark easily continued on to deal with Slight- his main target. Jumping over disembodied hands and bodies, The Living Death Warrant was automatically on his way to the man. In a form of trickery, Mark pulled out unprocessed Cassava. It was a long shot, but the water inside, surrounding the Cassava had to be contaminated by the poisonous plant when not processed. Mark, knowing enough about his opponent, was doing a fly-by and in a thought decided that maybe if Slight was using poisonous water it would affect him in some way and maybe cancel out his healing effect while using water. Instead of holding the one bottle, he opened the lid, and tossed it behind him, the contents of it streaming out into the sand.

The one thing Mark did know, Slight was afraid of blood. Or at least, that was what most people had concluded on the Internet and on News Channels which studied Superhumans and then told the world about what 'they had come up with.' Thank god for the internet, Mark thought. Pulling out one Sais, Mark cut his left arm, the blood pour profusely out of it. Mark stopped, waited for Slight to see the blood, and then continued on, putting away the Sais as he approached the man quickly. Without hesitation, Mark pulled out a Concussion Grenade, and after 'making it live' he threw it at Slight before jumping out of the way to avoid the remaining zombies trailing behind him. Proceeding up a sand dune, Mark looked at the chaos that had unfolded.

" This is hell.”

Enigma's face grinned with delight under the hot summer sun as his attack connected. Watching as his oponnent fell back failing to make the best out a landing. His children quickly took there attack. Beasts they seemed to be, but they had more smarts than they appeared. They were good soldiers, they didn't always come out victorious, but they never failed to give Enigma an advantage. As Quality tried to get away from the hands of Enigma's creations, a few came upon Enigma himself. there hands began to come over his body, Enigma turned his head and looked at them in the eyes, they recognized him, and continued there attack on the enemy. Enigma knew that this time, his creations wouldn't prevail, for this foe was stronger than the average villain found in Furboll City, yet, Enigma had his trust that they would do some damage. Besides, with all the energy and time he had spent into them, it would only take a bit more to revive them. Green mist pouring out there mouths and energy pulsating with rage and a hunger for revenge and human flesh from their once living eyes, they were at there strongest.

Enigma quickly slid down the sand hill behind him. He needed to regain some energy before continuing the battle. And for that, silence and concentration was needed. His zombies would be enough to help Slight for a while. They would keep Quality entertained and Slight was a hero of his own, he could defend himself, he had proven it before. Enigma got on his knees. This time, he planned to launch an attack he had never before attempted. Yet, even more energy than the one he had used to revive the dead would be needed. He heard the sound of metal clinging and slicing. That wasn't good. Yet, he had to concentrate as far as possible. Blood drops slid down his nose as his head began to shake. So did his hands as he pushed them against his forehead. His eyes were closed, yet, slowly they began to open, as if by need. Green mist began to pour out, more and more as they openned wider. The energy he had at the moment was good, yet he needed more, and it seemed like he still had more time to charge. The earth beneath him began to shake with power. A soft wind began to blow from underneath him, a small twirl that began to make a form swirling around him. The sand danced around his energy pulsating body.

Enigma stood up as his body looked like it wasnswimming inside a pool of green energy that floated around him. The energy was pouring out of his eyes and nostrils. He looked back at the battle scene behind him. It was complete chaos as he noticed most of his children were dead and mutilated in the ground. It was time for them to go back to sleep. Enigma lifted his arm and with a simple gesture they went back to there original state and looked over at there master. He made them know they had done a good job. They turned down and begant to dig themselves back into the ground or leap back into the fire. As they did, the remaining green energy came back in a rush towards Enigma. A little more couldn't hurt, Enigma thought as he glanced around, searching for his enemy and his new found ally. He turned his head behind him to catch a view of Quality throwing two grenades into the sky, directed towards him. Enigma had little time to react, and he failed to protect himself. The first explosion sent him flying into a hill of sand, yet his energy helped him withstand most of the explosion. He fell back a bit hurt, forgetting about the second grenade. It fell only inches away from him, as it blew up it sent Enigma deeper into the sand. He wouldn't have survived the attack if it hadn't been for his recharging his energy.

He dug himself out, feeling the hot sting of the sand against his arms. His tie was beginning to get in his way. He reached for it and pulled away hard. His prefered white Jumpsuit would have come in handy in this ocasion. He had so much energy around him, he felt the need to use it now. But how? How could he channel it besides reviving the dead? Maybe, maybe if he channeled it into one of his blasters he could make a blaster with his energy, after all, it was pretty strong. That was it. He swung out his Pepsionic Mento Beam from his insides and thre it into the sky, he raised his arm and sent a bolt of energy into it. It had got the job done. He grabbed it as it fell and pointed at Quality, yet he stopped at the sight he came upon. He had sliced his own arm off. Blood poured out, and Slight's face was worth millions. Enigma looked away, keeping his gun in target. He holded it with both arms. He felt lighter now, knowing he had channeled his energy into his blaster.

Quality was getting away, he needed to shoot now. Suddenly his enemy through a grenade at Slight, this needed to stop now before it was too late. He pointed for Qualit's head, and shot twice. Enigma wasn't sure what his blasts would cause. But the most probable thing was that they would hit him with force and maybe stun him. Either way, it would give Enigma time to prepare the attack he had in mind.

Yes...Quality was a formidable foe even for the two heroes he battled now. It was almost like they were on the same playing feild. ALMOST. Quality, unleashed two grenades from his side pockets and launched them into the air. As they burst open revealing the complete power they held, tiny little rubber or metal balls showered down like an evil rain. Fortunatley for him, Slight was able to create a telekinetic dome around himself. The pitter patter or the pellets could be heard from inside the dome, almost like rain on a thin peice of metal. That attack had given Quality just enough time to do something wicked.

Taking out a sai, one of Slight's favorite weapons he drove it into his arm and drug it down. Letting the blood run down like it was nothing. His pupals closed to thier smallest diameter, and he fell to the ground. The telekinetic dome blinked on and off for a couple of seconds before it was actually gone. One of his biggest fears, the sight of blood. Not a regular fear, but because of an accident in his childhood, he had been burdened with it. 

When he was seven years old, he was running outside with his sister, now deceased, because of Darchild. As they ran, and played, they both didn't stop to think about what they were running on. Like most children, they loved to play without shoes. And that was the mistake. As they raced in the feilds, Slight, dropped to the ground in pain. It was a sharp agonizing one. At the moment he didn't realize what had happened, for he thought it was just a twisted ankle. Looking down, in his dismay, he saw his foot with a peice of glass stuck clean through it. Ther was a pool of blood forming on the ground. Like now, he blanked out and fell to the ground. After that, he found himself in the hospital.

Down, but not completely out, dibilitated, but not stopped, Slight regained his composure. Grabbing at the loose sand he got up to his knees. Not seeing anyone yet, because his eyes were still blurry. As he regained full composure, he saw something coming his way. It was a thing unlike he's seen before. He caught what was thrown by Quality, and he immediatley felt the water that resided within. Breaking the object over his knee, he desicated the root. Feeling his element, and playing with it. The King of the Sea, was no fool. This water was not pure, it had certian properties, poisonous properties. This would come in handy.

Just then, Slight saw Enigma. He cut his arm off. "REALLY?" he said in frustration again. As he went down, again, he saw two blasts of green energy shoot at Quality, who was running up a sand dune.

The next thing he knew was that he was awake again, and there was no sight of anyone.  Slight raised himself up to his feet and took to the air. "There" In this next attemped attack, he gathered the water he stored, and formed it into a pod. If this worked, the pod would hit, with precision, and seep into the wound Quality gave himself.

The dune was steep and immensely tall while holding a challenge to even an assassin trained to not fall under fatigue or pain. Mark had thought it was an easy task, but with the sun and the white sand in the shape of a tall caved-in building it seemed as if the dune was a pyramid with broken stairs.  The Silent Killer found himself using his hands and feet to literally dig into the sand and pull himself up. In some places, the sand would cave below his feet and he'd simply slid down a few feet. To beat that problem, which was very time consuming. He found that instead of staying in the same place and attempting to find places where the sand was denser, he needed to jump to another place and then proceed. Sometimes he simply just used the potential electric particles in the hot, formidable sand and burst a few feet up. What took minutes seemed like hours for The Precision Percussionist as the sun beat down on him and the damage, even though it didn't hurt, slowed him down a bit.

When he reached a large, flat rock placed on the dune, he perched himself on top of it in a sitting position. From a sash, hidden away within his gi's left arm, Mark produced a simple syringe. It looked like many of the poisonous serums within syringes that he had, however, this one wasn't meant to kill. Instead of the regular colors of red, purple, or even dark green, this one was pure ice blue. Instead, it was meant to heal internal wounds, bruises, and broken bones for a few hours that way he could continue his mission. A rare element called Liosophosphate was mixed in with other types of medical ailments in order to create the 'heal-quick' serums. Liosophosphate was also used in The Living Death Warrants training, and he utilized the equipment with his life, because it's something that keeps him alive. Taking off the cap, which made sure that it wouldn't accidently stab him on purpose and without use, Mark stabbed it into his left leg directly in the middle of the thigh.

There was no pain as he pushed down the small plunger. The small pain receptors in The Silent Killer's body had been 'turned off' through various training sessions. As of that, a bullet or a stab wound wouldn't hurt to the point that he would scream. When the plunger had pushed out all of the content within in the syringe, Mark pulled it out of his thigh and threw it to his left. It had only taken him thirty seconds to do that before he was pulling himself to the top of the dune which was now only a boulder away from him. The wound he had put upon himself was now healing quickly, the tissues forming together and slowly circling around the center. The syringe he had thrown had rolled down the white slope to the ground, empty as small bundles of sand sand began to cover it from the light winds that were slowly blowing in from the East. Amazingly enough, the winds were blowing out the fires, easing the souls that had been trapped within the carts because the C-list hero and his water element using ally could not save. The wind breezed in Mark's gi as he reached the top. It circulated the sweaty, hot air with a cold and reliving utopia.

Before The Precision Percussionist could acknowledge his sense of peace, he heard two erratic blasts from a weapon. It wasn't a normal weapon, it didn't even seem normal. It sounded like a boomerang slicing through the air. Jumping into the air, Mark was hit by something that was strange. It spun him around, and with his acute senses, he could see a green, energy-like pulse flowing towards him. That bolt of green hit him in his left arm, which had been flying out from the velocity of the bolt. At least five feet in the air, Mark's face could see the white sand as he spiraled around, slowly lowering with gravity. A few moments later he was in the sand, his face littered with sand as he rolled down the dune. Before he hit the bottom, a rock sticking out of the sand hit him in the ribs, stopping him in place. Wiping the sand away from his face, Mark peered over towards Slight who had seemed to leave the situation. With a piece of luck, The Living Death Warrant watched the man fire a pod towards him.

" This shit is over... I am done playing games.... So much for dat 'skill before power' thing I was going on. I'm gonna mix them up and then break out my inner Super-Man."

To Mark it looked like hydrogen content mixed with something else. Still on the ground, and injured he decided to act while the serum pulsed through the rest of his body healing the wounds slowly and efficiently. Blood was still coming out of the cut he had given himself, but it was finally beginning to heal. Concentrating hard on the object flying towards him, Mark used gravitational potential energy to make the hydrogen denser. Therefore the pod was heavier, the water becoming dense or heavy as if it was holding four times more water than it truly was. Instead of hitting it's mark near Mark's body, it fell six yards away, the water splashing as close as an inch to The Silent Killer's left foot. Coming from some guy ...that was great precision. If I hadn't of blocked it... my body would literally be poisoned now with that seeping through my blood cell veins, but with this wound healing, it won't matter. Getting up from his laying position, Mark could feel his broken rib from hitting the rock melding together a little.

" You guys are good..."He muttered the words to himself with admiration to himself, and to his opponent's who were proving to be a powerful duo.

Instead of dealing with the flying Slight, Mark took a burst of speed. Using the faint electric field in the air, The Living Death Warrant tapped into it and immediately moved like a bullet thirty yards away. Mark did it again, and this time he was near Enigma, only ten yards away. Playing the role of someone wronged, Mark began his sleuth of believable lies. These lies would tear at the C-list hero’s heart and maybe, ultimately bring him to The Silent Killer's aid instead of Slight's.

" Do you honestly believe I would blow up a whole train for one guy? That I would waste hundreds, if not a thousand, lives just so I can 'get a target?' If you honestly do..... then you have problems."

Just in case, Mark used the faint electric energy field to move to another location equally ten yards away, however it would appear nearer just because of the quick jolt of speed. If Mark didn't show it, which he wasn't, you wouldn't tell he was getting tired, however he continued on. Taking a deep breath again and again between every pause, he began again.

“I’m telling you the truth. I am an assassin. My name is Maaka...... That man, the one you’re helping....he's a murderer. Cold and hard, after you kill me... he'll kill you. That's how it'll work. I've seen his work second hand, watching videos of him 'freezing' Afghanistan’s.... To be exact, the children walking home from school. He's even gone as far as to level a house through using telekinesis just to prove he's the best...."

A deep pause eloped.

"No regard to life..... I'll ask you once, right now. Make a choice, let you kill me for many lives I will pray for and torture myself at night for, or wait until he kills you and then proceeds to kill everyone else in the area for no 'loose ends'. I know you've built this wall against me...but I'm not the enemy....he is."

Instead of staying around during the three minutes it had taken to relay that to Enigma and avoid Slight hearing any of it, Mark used the electric energy field to push himself farther away from Enigma, leaving the man untouched and think about his words. This left a small hole within Mark's defense as he appeared a sixty feet away from Enigma and directly around Slight's position. From shaking both his arms, a few sashes opened, and then he produced three small, spherical discs within each hand. These discs are called Diagon (Small spherical discs that can be loaded with explosive materials, usually TNT mixed with different grenade powder, by which upon impact will explode. Some however are used as throwing balls in which upon impact, a nylon wire will surround a opponent and trap them.(Usually thrown at feet) and are special made. The three in Mark's left hand are the throwing balls while the other three, in his right hand, are TNT mixed in with smoke grenade powder.

Mark looked Slight straight in the eyes as he threw the six discs into the air. He put a look of resent on his face to sell himself to Enigma if the man was watching. The smoke powdered Diagons would hit each other as they were rigged. Two of the throwing ball Diagon's would hit each other, and hopefully become a lethal weapon with four spiraling balls while the third was meant to precisely hit Slight in the left leg. If it did hit, than it would wrap around Slight's feet tightly in an almost tapped way. Now, all The Silent Killer could do was wait.

Enigma's mouth was filled with a bittersweet taste as he noticed his attack had conected. Partly because he knew he had not tried his best for an attack, and had merely cooked up a quick one. He watched as Quality fell hard against the harsh ground, rolling down the hill farther and farther until he was out of his sight. He had made conection, victory was victory, and now he had time to cook up an actual plan for an actual victory. He was loaded with energy, and yet, he was out of moves. He had revived the dead, thrown a few kicks and had channeled his energy, and now, all that he had left was his Boom Bubbles and His Pepsionic Mento Beam, but a few minor explosions and a rush of pepsi drink shot at the eyes wouldn't do much against this enemy.

Now that he thought of it, he hadn't had a battle this hard since he fought against Mister Wire back in Furboll City. He looked fown at his body, his black shirt was ripped and some buttons were missing. His black pants were also ripped and a bit burnt. His tie was about twenty feet from him, and his shoes were still there, still clean and shiny, for some odd reason. A jumpsuit would have been much more comftorable, and his trusty boots and gloves never failed him to be able to throw more punches than the white gloves and black shoes he wore.

Enigma lifted his head back to the battle, Quality as still out of his sight, and Slight was a bit farther, looking bit tired and worried. Enigma rushed to the top of the hill, and looked down at  his enemy, his eyes widened with joy as he noticed he had hit against a rock, maybe broken his ribs. Maybe this could be a legit victory over all. He looked over at Slight. He looked like a hero, a powerful one, maybe even a team leader, who knew? Well maybe Quality was skilled and smart, yet he knew that if he and Slight worked together they could bring him down. He began towards Slight, hoping they had enough time to plan something, and then he heard some words.

" Do you honestly believe I would blow up a whole train for one guy? That I would waste hundreds, if not a thousand, lives just so I can 'get a target?' If you honestly do..... then you have problems."

Enigma turned his head, his hand turned into a fist in half a second. He should have seen this coming, Quality was smart, he should have known he would try to mess with his head. And yet, he had his attention. Enigma turned around completely. With both hands in fists and looking straight at Quality's eyes. His oponnent didn't seem tired, even though he had just taken two hits and probably had broken ribs.

“I’m telling you the truth. I am an assassin. My name is Maaka...... That man, the one you’re helping....he's a murderer. Cold and hard, after you kill me... he'll kill you. That's how it'll work. I've seen his work second hand, watching videos of him 'freezing' Afghanistan’s.... To be exact, the children walking home from school. He's even gone as far as to level a house through using telekinesis just to prove he's the best...."

Quality continued. Enigma's thoughts had been re-arranged. All he wanted was to protect the innocent, and to avenge those who had died. And now, he realized he was as confused as possible. He could care less how these two solved their problems.

"No regard to life..... I'll ask you once, right now. Make a choice, let you kill me for many lives I will pray for and torture myself at night for, or wait until he kills you and then proceeds to kill everyone else in the area for no 'loose ends'. I know you've built this wall against me...but I'm not the enemy....he is."

Enigma realized this wasn't his battle, yet he couldn't leave, even if what Quality said wasn't true, Slight couldn't take him on by himself. And when this was all over Quality would come for him. Enigma knew he could take him, or at least that's what he thought. But Quality's words made some sense, and Enigma couldn't take any chances. He would have to join Quality and then, if Quality turned on him, he would have to take him out as well. He lifted his head to announce his decision, but Quality had left. He fell to his knees, his fists openned and fell to his lap, he looked down at the ground. He was as confused as possible.

Enigma lifted his arm and pushed his brown hair backwards, away from his forehead. He touched down on the floor and lifted himself up. It was time to end this. He leaped into the sky, unbuttoned his shirt, leaving his burnt and deformed skin uncovered for a moment, and unzipped his skin. He reahced inside looking for his bottle of boom bubbles, which might have been the wackiest weapon the crime fighting genius Masked Cape had ever created. He flipped it open and blew threw it sending the bubbles going for Slight, who looked like he was about to get an attack from Quality's part as well.

His Boom Bubbles were wacky, and maybe weren't enough to take out Quality, but maybe they were enough against Slight. The small explosions would cause second degrees on the skin if they made contact. Enigma landed on the ground, looking down at the motionless sand. His hair fell over his forehead. He didn't even attempt to push it backwards. He fell to his knees. Had he done the right thing?

Looking down upon his foe, and his ally, there was not much to do at the moment. his poisonous attack had failed, and only because Quality was fast. Faster than Slight had thought anyway. He'd kept this little abilty hidden until it was the perfect timing. "Just like an assassin, bastard" Just then did the weasely killer dart out of sight. Reappearing only seconds later in front of Enigma. Slight's trained eye could not keep track of each movement made, but he could hear whispers. And it could have only been coming from one person, Quality.

He rushed out of sight again. Only then did E. do something so unexpected that it almost made Slight fall from his suspended postiion. Doing something unlike anything he'd seen before, Enigma opened his chest cavity with a zipper, and pulled out a container. He opened it as he jumped up. Thinking to himself, "I had no idea he could jump so high." E. blew on the concoction held within the vile. Bubbles blew his way. "Oh, come now, what is this? How is this going to help us out.?" As the bubbles reached within Slight's vicinty, they burst releasing explosive energy. Then did he only realize that he was being attacked. "Oh, so it is a mutiny we have. Damn, I used that word incorrectly. What is the word? What am I doing, I can't worry about this right now."

As he thought to himself, the bubbles kept coming and kept bursting, heating up the surrounding area, even more so. Slight put up a telekinetic sheild to protect himself. and wondered why he had been attacked by the person who he thought was supposed to be helping him. "Enigma, STOP blowing your bubbles, and listen." Realizing that within his TK sheild no one would be able to hear him. Making the decision to drop the shield, he did so. Plumeting into the sand below, he watched around to see if Quality was anywhere near. He wasn't in sight so, Slight took his chance.

Repeating himself. "Enigma, Why are you doing this? What did that rat bastard say to you that made you think I was the enemy?" No response, he would have to get closer. Knowing the only way he was going to be able to talk some sence into the hero, he released a TK bomb of sorts. Forming a ball of energy that glowed blue, he sent it flying towards E. on contact it would blow up. Even if it didn't hit, it would blow esentially bringing the attention to him, which is what he needed at the moment.

For an instance, he had forgotten about the Precision Precussionist. "What to do with that one, he's quick, he smart, and he's deadly." His eyes darted from side to side. Up and down, round and round trying to see if he was anywhere near. He wasn't in sight, so Slight continued his plan of regaining Enigma as an ally.

OOC: Okay..you guys...the computer I am using is being retarded so, I will do the following... I will post a short post, acknowledging Quality's attack, and then You can go from there... I hope this is alright..cause I would have done it correctly if it were not for the dumb computer...Also, for some reason it wouldn't let me reply, or quote, or copy....Darn Glitches...

In an instant, Quality reavealed his prowess in battle. For a moment Slight thought that he was going to be done for, but then he realized that, where there is a will there is a way. And he had will. The will of telekinesis. Quality had released six discuss objects into the air, directly in front of the hovering Slight. Still in the air, and more agile while there, he used his telekinesis to block the discs. It was only too late that he realized that they werent' meant for direct hits.

Two of the discs smashed together and exploded. Thinking as quickly as his mind would allow, Slight telekinetically took grasp of the discs, and sent them flying back at Quality, who, he only too lately realized had gone from the scene.The discs flung to the ground and exploded, sending plumes of sand into the air. The coarse dust settled back to the shify earth. "Where are you, you sneaky little rat?"

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