@Mark_XV: You're not Stryke so shut up! Me and him have something to do against the Hunter in the Gears rpg o.o
and I wanted to pm you because I need Clarice to do something in the Gears rpg besides Closure and the GWE situation...I'll add you into the pm I got going. It's a minor idea i'll be expanding on later this week
No I'm not that Stryke in the RPG...I'm the one without all the underscores because I named my character first.
Yeah, just meet up with me and Mercy's character to save Kurrent :) or kill him...
The Lycan was far superior in reflexes then Mark has suspected before. William's body moved quickly, snatching his arrow out of the air with what seemed to be relative ease. The bewildered Assassin could only watch as his opponent spun the arrow around and tossed it back at him. Mark soon was the victim of his own arrow, now forced to try to avoid the streaking blur that William had so viciously thrown. Mark, who was quick--but not as quick as a Lycan-- was able to raise his hand to block the arrow. It penetrated his flesh immediately. The arrow sliced through his tendons and broke through the bones in several parts of his hand, protruding out the other end a mere hair's length from his forehead. William's aim was to die for.
Mark's hand throbbed as he returned his attention to the Hunter. Although a serious wound, Death's Angel had a healing factor that kept away most of the pain. Even now, his wound was healing, all he needed to do was pull the arrow out. A painful process, but needed. The Phantom didn't have an opportunity to do this however, William was already upon him. The Lycan, who moved with incredibly inhuman speed, jumped up from all fours toward him. Mark realized too late that William had produced deadly blades. His bow was sliced in half immediately. It splintered into several pieces and Mark was forced to relinquish his grip on the make-shift stake and discard it.
The Avenger staggered back in surprise of William's aggressive action. This small bit of--what was supposed to be--misfortune turned to luck as the blade with which the Hunter was trying to sever his knee missed its ideal point. Instead, the cold metal sliced his knee cap, causing blood to ooze out. Mark grimaced in pain at the initial shock of pain that jolted his body. In response however, his body began to repair the wound. It literally began to sow shut, leaving just blood on his leg where a massive gash should have stood.
The Assassin pulled out a dagger from his hip quickly enough to deflect the Hunter's next strike. The blade cleanly sliced through his dagger. What kind of weapon is that? Mark thought in surprise. His deflection had been just enough to avoid a serious wound, and instead the blade slammed into his shoulder. Mark could feel his collar bone severed, the bone sliced cleanly by William's strength. Mark's vision blackened out for a moment as the pain receptors rushed to his head. His focus returned to the battle as the bone began to mend. Now it's my turn!
The Phantom used the hand with the arrow still lodged into it to attempt to slap the Lycan in the face. Mark spun quickly to deliver a roundhouse kick with the hope of knocking the well-muscled man onto the ground. At the same time he yanked the arrow out of his hand. He yelled out as it cut through newly healed skin, which briskly healed once more. The Slayer immediately used this weapon in an attempt to stab the Lycan in the abdomen, releasing his grip on it and pulling out his other remaining dagger.
Then Mark went to work, he tried to slash the Lycan across the chest before rolling sideways and attempting to stab it into his rib-cage. In mid-roll he pulled out a tranquilizer dart, one of his strongest concoctions to date. Mark tried to penetrate the Hunter's skin with this, hoping to lull the man into a delirious state. Then Mark somersaulted away from his opponent, using his forearm as stability, to create space. The deadly Assassin instantly produced three throwing knives and sent them flying towards the Hunter's chest--the biggest target available.
"I underestimated him," Mark muttered under his breath, panting as a small bead of sweat furrowing on his brow. "It's time to show him what I'm really made of."