Wars and Egan vs Hawk and Paladin

The location/time/weather:

Grand Canyon/5:32 am/foggy, could turn into light rain

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The bleak night would turn into day at any second, but the time hardly mattered. The killing machines Egan the Vile and Warsman had made an alliance to break their code of rivalry and, just as the sun was rising from beyond the horizon, a new star of violence had shone bright in the darkness of organized crime. But, with all villainy, there were heroes to stop it.

Seemingly just as the duo was formed and the climax to their career was realized, two others met them in hopes of destroying not only the partnership, but the partners as a whole. It was all quite humorous to Warsman. He wanted to feel the absolute zenith of pain and the only way to see to that goal was to aggravate those of powerful origin. He simply thought that with a criminal equal, the number of opponents (along with the amount of pain) would just increase. His heart leaped when the challenge was made, when the oath of retribution was taken.

He looked around him, at the rocks, the walls, all of it seemed so perfect. He studied where and how he would attack one of the arriving heroes, plotting out every last detail like a mad architect. But his face was silent as his eyes flickered with these sadistic thoughts. Egan was nowhere to be found, and a question arose among the dark thoughts inside Warsman's metal cranium:

"Where is everybody?"

As the one man army flew towards the Grand Canyon where he was to meet his former student, turned enemy, turned ally many thoughts coursed through the killing machine's mind, but the one that popped up the most was if he was quickly flying into a trap. The two members of LAS had both made their share of enemies, one another being among them at a time, but Warsman was not the being Egan had feared was setting a trap, his communications had been jammed so Egan could only hope, and pray he was not too late to warn Warsman that there communication had been intercepted, and an enemy would likely beat him to there meeting place at the bottom of the canyon....

Other day broke through the blinds and tourtured Hawk as he lay in bed. It was only a few hours ago that he was fighting for his life. There was never enough sleep to be had these days. He had just return from another world and another place. He ruled there with an iron fist and a blade that through all enemies. Though he was Lord's Angel to all who defided him, one man saw through the blood and saw the man underneth it all. This man was calling on the phone.

"Hello? Do you know what time it is......" His husky voice spoke with frustration. "Yes I know what time it is....time for you to get up." A booming voice replied back over the phone. "Do you really have to use the Thunder God voice all the time....I'll be there shortly."  He moved his wife's hair back off her face and bent to kiss it. It had been a long time since he could look her in the eye. A quick shower and he was out the door. LP had told him was to bring his usual gear. That meant he was going to have to kill someone today.

The air was cold and crisp as it passed over his wings.  He had spent a lot of time in the Grand Canyon as a kid. He would fly there to think as he hung his feet over the ledge. As he entered the northern ridge he gained speed diving and turning through the valleys and walls of the canyon. As he approached the meeting place he could feel the animals calling out to him about the unnatrual being that were in their home. He landed by the edge of the mighty river dipping his hand in it and running some water through his long hair. He squatted on the soar drinking from the river watching as a pack of wolves walked up behind him to drink. He sat petting a large gray male and waited for Paladin.

"Strange..." Warsman muttered. "Egan's late. I guess this will have to start without him."

It was 5:45 in the morning on the dime. Punctuality was crucial. Floating into the air, Warsman surveyed what he could, regardless of the risk he was putting himself in. His organic and mechanical eye fluctuated without rest, peering into crevasses and through the rivets of the canyon walls. Nothing seemed to move except for a pack of wolves. They were drawn to something hidden behind the rocks. This became an interest to the cyborg and he descended, lest something else fly down and intercept him. Moving quietly, he measured the exact point where the wolves were gathering towards and motioned his fist to the sky. The Qwardian Power Ring refracted some sunlight as an immense hammer sprouted into the morning air. With a downward swing, he doubted the weapon could hit his target, especially in motion. That was fine. All he wanted was an entrance.

With a wave of the hand the wolves ran down the river. Hawk stood and slowly walked down the path, he held his hands out palms up to the sky. Taking a glance up, lightening struck all around him exploding the ground blasting rocks and water into the air. Paladin was here. As he walked towards the battlefield he pulled out his mace ready to strike. The thunder god and death from above, always moved in unison as the fought pacing themselves back and forth with each others. If these men had studied them like Hawk thought they did, him walking into battle would be more than a surpise.

Walking into the fight a smile crossed his face. He called out for his opponents, Come to me. Face death! Come and die! Lightening filled up the sky again. He knew that Paladin didn't like when Hawk got going like this. He would have to keep him from killing everyone in his path. Once Hawk got the smell of blood he was like a wolf on the hunt. Hawk called out to them again. Death is calling you! With his wings spread out wide he took to the air looking for blood.

A crackle of electricity flows through the air giving way to a lightningstrike like crash as Egan The Vile-1 teleported in behind Warsman.
"Sorry I'm late, traffic was a nightmare."
Egan's energy swords ignited with a brilliant green glow, the light they emitted danced off the machine's metal body, Egan stood silently for a moment, then offered a "one finger salute" to the incoming heroes. Egan was always cocky, but for good reason, he was one of the most powerfull cyborgs in existance, and Warsman was also at the top of the list. Together they could take on any challenge, defeat any opponent, and Egan knew this to be true, the one man army opened a port on his shoulder and launched 3 heat seeking missiles at the incoming hero, Paladin.

"So how bout you take wolf boy and I clip the birds wings, Wars my boy?"

Egan grinned and jetted up into the air moving to intercept Paladin mid-air....

Paladin watched his friend Hawk as he started to walk.  He was still in the clouds so he decided to let Hawk know the God of Thunder had arrived,  Huge lightening strikes hit the ground and thunder boomed across the sky.  Paladin knew Hawk would know by this his partner now had his back.

As Hawk walked out in the open, Paladin began to think, Oh no, he's not going to do that again.  Paladin just shook his head and watched to see what would develop.

Suddenly there were two individuals standing together instead of only one.  Paladin knew the other one must be eganthevile, since Wars had already arrived.  As the God of Thunder watched he saw a flash of light, then another and still another.  Three heat seeking missiles were streaking upward and Paladin knew it was he they were after.  Quickly the thunder God used his Godly control of the weather to create powerful tornados directly in front of the missiles.  The force of the tornados would consume the missiles and eliminate their threat.

Since Hawk had taken to the sky Paladin decided to give the duo on the ground a taste of what they were up against.  Again using his Godly powers he commanded the earth to shake and rock.  A powerful earthquake began right under the attackers.  Rocks began to fall from the clifts above.  The surface of the earth shook violently and a huge crack began to run right toward Wars and his partner.

As Egan flew into the sky he saw a cyclone throw his seekers into chaos and with his mind triggered them to explode so they would not become a liability to he or his friend Warsman.

A meteoroligist on steroids ehhh

Egan thought to himself as he moved closer to his target, but as he drew closer to Paladin the storm grew even fiercer and the One Man Army himself had trouble breaking through the wall of the storm, the ground below shook, for a second Egan was concerned for Warsman and considered turning back, but since the two had fought to a stalemate in the past Egan knew the old man could take it with ease.

As Egan hovered near the wall of storm in front of him he knew what needed to be done, at the calm of the storm he would find his opponent, within the eye of this furious example of natures rage was his quarry, Paladin.

Egan chose not to teleport but rather charge his thrusters so he could move in one mach speed burst at his foe, and charged his palm mounted laser blaster, and with a right fist glowing a crimson red jetted into the storm at the faint shadow of the storm god attacking the pair, upon breaking through the gail force winds and making visual contact with Paladin Egan set loose a bolt of light speed energy from the palm of his hand aimed at Paladin's left shoulder....

"So how bout you take wolf boy and I clip the birds wings, Wars my boy?"

The question was about as interesting as a sack of potatoes and Warsman jeered unconsciously, the roar of laughter his only answer. Whatever Egan did next was of fiction to Warsman and the smaller cyborg tilted his gaze at Hawk. He seemed less sane than the files had made him out to be, but with more personalities came more chances to break someone in half. Warsman would have charged at the opposing maniac if not for one serious problem: Paladin had smashed the ground into an enormous fissure that swallowed anything in its path. Warsman could have jumped and evaded it, but that seemed too obvious and obviousness was one thing Warsman kept out of his mind. The beast would've leaped into the surmounting danger and it was on the tip of his tongue to yell before doing so, but as it closed in the voice of Personal Safety rang inside that metal shell of his cranium and he ducked to the left with great speed, his eyes blazing with a vicious blast of heat aimed for Hawk's general direction. For some reason, there was part of Warsman that wanted to see this man he had never met before run out of steam and be broken down bit by bit into a gory heap.

Ah I see the one called eganthevile has courage enough to come to me, that is good.  Paladin began to swing his hammer in a circle as he watched his opponent coming toward him.  As he watched a blast of energy was released and was coming right at him.  The Thunder God held his magical hammer still and with his Godly power he absorbed the energy into the hammer.  Once the energy had been absorbed Paladin released the energy down to the ground. 

Then Paladin used his own power of energy and created small balls made out of his invisible force field.  He sent hundreds of balls of energy flying toward eganthevile.  Then the Thunder God pulled his magic sword and used it to bring coldness and ice from the coldest regions of the earth.  Huge chunks of ice appeared in the sky and Paladin used his power over the elements to send the ice flying right behind the force field balls.  

Paladin was careful not to put Hawk in danger with his controlled attack.  The attack was aimed directly at eganthevile and would quickly surround him.  Even as his created weapons were racing toward their target he knew Hawk was close, and would strike with a sudden fury.  Hopefully Hawk would not kill them before the battle had a chance to really begin.