Everything went by so fast. He wasn't sure how long he'd been fighting, he wasn't sure how he could still throw a punch, the fatigue hurt, but he never gave. He watched as Sha flew off, advising him to follow. There was little chance that they would have fought through this legion of monsters with each other at their backs, but without it he stood none, so he had no choice but to follow. A grappling line was shot and it caught the ledge of a nearby building, pressing a button on the gun the line was shot from, he reeled himself into the air. Their fingers dug past his armor, clinging tightly as he soared high above Rio, hanging off of him as he swung. He kicked one off, elbowed the one on his back in the ribs--
It was then that he realized the sound of chopper blades quickly approaching underneath the roar of the air passing his ears--
On the skids was a man with an assault rifle who opened fire on the caped crusader--
Clue cut his line and went into free fall, spinning and hurling a second grappling hook that caught the skid on the opposite side--
"Where'd he go?" The possessed man asked, his pale eyes scanning the streets and rooftops below. A rush of air and the sound of a cloak on the air caught his attention, whipping his head around he found himself peering deep into the blank eyes of the bat. Using his momentum, he swung around the rear of the helicopter which placed him approximately upon his attacker's back. He was made of everything movie-goers would say could never happen in an action movie. He wrapped an arm around the man's neck, and with one fluid movement he snapped his neck before proceeding onto the helicopter itself.
"You find 'im?!" The pilot asked, steering the chopper in a circle over the chaos that blanketed the streets below.
"You sound American." Clue said, emerging from the rear of the chopper. "You lot of wankers and your guns..." He spoke in a rasp voice, the panicked pilot went for his sidearm but Clue was much quicker, even in this tired state. Grasping the man's arm, he pulled him from the seat, sending the chopper into a frenzied spin. The pilot's nose shattered as his face met the passenger's window, the pistol on his hip was snatched from it's holster by Clue, who promptly put a bullet in the back of his leg, causing the struggling pilot to go limp. Taking a seat in the cockpit, Clue regained control of the craft, it's tail had smashed through a building which damaged it, but it was still afloat, and that was all that mattered.
"Lost her." He muttered under his breath, searching the skies for Sha while pulling up and soaring over the plateau where they waged their battle. Setting the helicopter down atop of a building, he dragged the pilot to the back, where he kicked him from the door before disappearing in the back of the helicopter. In the privacy, he removed his mask and rummaged through the emergency kit, applying gauze to his head. The wound wasn't that bad, it wasn't as if he needed to stitch it shut, but the gauze would at least slow the bleeding and restore some of his awareness. Stepping from the chopper, he hog tied the man to one of the skids as he wept over his leg wound, the way he groveled and sniffled sickened Clue, but not enough to leave the man stranded. Just enough to tie him up outside the helicopter. Reaching into one of the pouches on his utility belt, he neared the ledge of the building, looking over the carnage with a scowl. In the pouch was a phone that he put to his ear.
"What is it?" He bluntly asked.
"World's going to hell again, was just checking up to see how things were on your end." Blackman said.
"Aren't you supposed to be mobilizing the Royal Army right about now?"
"And not check up on my favorite pet project-slash-butler-slash-gay lover? Don't be mad, man."
"Rio's going to hell, too. You probably already know that, though." Clue spoke in a low grumble, feeling around his rib cage for the tender areas.
"I do. I don't know why but--"
"Mandrake." Clue said, silencing Blackman on the other end of the phone.
"How do you already have a name?"
"Space Pirate. Ninjeta bollocks. Looking for some bloody crown of some sort." He growled through his clenched teeth as he pressed down on a painful bruised area. "I'll phone you back once I've fixed Rio and shot the arsehole in his face. May take time out to shoot that Julius fellow, as well."
"Basquait? I'm rather fond of his movies."
Clue hung up, tucked the smartphone in his pouch and headed back to the chopper. All he had left on his person was a stolen pistol, a couple of smoke grenades and a chopper. Somehow he had to make it all work, somehow these had to be the tools that he saved everyone with. (Continued in Clue #1)
Charles fought alongside men and women from another land, possibly another age who wielded swords that looked like pieces of art. He unskillfully swung his broadsword with one arm, pointed the alien weaponry that he confiscated and blasted as many of his enemies away as he could. A booming voice caused his heart to jump into his throat, he looked on as gods took the field, they fought with lights that lit the sky and blotted out the stars. They moved at speeds that his mind couldn't begin to understand, they were manipulators of space and time and for all he knew, they were bringers of doomsday. A queen who valiantly battled a monstrous monolith of a man, she cried for help and no matter what aid she was provided, they were batted away with seeming ease. Two men closed in on him and smashed him between two walls, Charleston's eyes widened, watching the Queen hold off the blast and Mandrake thrust the men from his bulky frame.
"Perish." Mandrake uttered, his pupils flickering red, his blast intensifying and wearing away at the Queen's shield.
Time seemed to pass much slower, the battle seemed like it was a losing one, a smirk curled across Mandrake's stone-like features when suddenly he froze with a disturbing exclamation. He inhaled sharply, then looked down at his chest where there was a hole the size of a child's fist in his left breast that went straight through. The confused titan touched the wound, his humbled eyes landed upon Charleston, a child, not covered in head to toe with armor but in a ripped tunic which was covered with the blood of his brethren and a sword that was almost as tall as he was. He stood there holding the smoking gun in hand, staring into the empty eyes of a god who could probably shatter him with no effort at all, fearlessly staring at the pirate's granite face with a snarl of his own.
The mighty Mandrake, felled by a mortal child?
This couldn't have been the reality.
He sharply inhaled again and was gone along with any trace that he'd ever come.
Charleston looked around the field, to Kotaku and Tenji, to the Ninjan Queen. The pattern of three had been set.
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