Heroes: Eve of Destiny

[Comrade Tortoise]

Avatar's midn was cycling into more and more animalistic states. Angrier, more afraid ina vicious cycle spurned on by the mind-bender's talents. As he landed on the building he looked at niner and hissed, he reared to strike with his bone crushing jaws. But then he convulsed. He started elongating and hunching over. His legs became shorter and he lost his ability to move his thumb in an opposed manner.

He was shifting into his full crocodilian form and in seconds he was sprawled out in the sunlight, a black monstrosity of an alligator. But the stress that his hybrid form could tolerate in the form of lactic acid was beyond the capabilities of his full crocodilian form to tolerate. He convulsed, his entire body twitching, and he fell into a deep unconciousness.

[B4UTRUST]

As shots rang out and attacks were made the clones disappeared one by one in puffs of smoke as they were injured. As soon as one went down, however, another manifested to take its place. Doppelganger began to speed up the process, clones appearing left and right. As soon as they formed they took off to attack the closest target they could be it human or meta.

Jump, staying quite to back of the battle, did his thing. He concentrated on the clones and began to teleport them randomly to more advantageous positions, dropping them from in the air or moving them behind their target. Soon they would be everywhere.

Dynamo broke off his attack on the barrier, seeing it was going nowhere and changed tactics. With Ember down for the count he needed a new plan. Instead of a direct assault he tried instead for a area effect. He raised his fist up to the heavens and a bolt of lightning struck down near him. A second hit close to the first followed by a third and a forth. As more lightning strikes started raining down he unleashed the wave towards the Ultima team. The chain lightning strikes danced a spiraling path across the park towards the team.

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On a rooftop nearby:

Hazard adjusted his scope, zooming in on Doppelganger before panning over to watch Dynamo. He looked across the rooftops towards the now unconcious werecroc. He talked into his walkie-talkie, doing a bad immitation of Steve Irwin.
"Crickey, 'e's a beaut! I'd bet 'e'd make a great pah o' boots. That's a 'uge croc mates!"

He moved his sight up a little, zeroing in on niner, eying the mutant.
"...the hell is that?"
"Is it a meta?" came Demise's voice.
"Hell if I know! It aint thats for sure."
"If its with Ultima take it out. Tranq it so we can collect them later. He wants them alive."
"Right."

Hazard chambered a tranq round into the sniper rifle. He lined up a shot to the neck, hoping that the physiology of whatever the hell that thing was was close enough to human for this to work. He pulled the trigger, firing the tranq round.

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Down below:

Demise and Abaddon watched the proceedings from down below. From their vantage point they had a pretty clear shot of the park and could watch the fight as it progressed. Demise slipped off his sunglasses and slid them into his jacket pocket, squinting in the sun.

Abaddon methodically cracked his knuckles and neck, waiting and watching.

[SirNitram]

Gravitas quickly realized that Dynamo had changed targets. Well, fair enough. He wasn't going to hold the barrier up much longer without straining something. He quickly focused his attention on the Meta, and ramped up local gravity.

It was like several men had leapt onto Dynamo's shoulders. The increasing weight mimiced the effects of sudden G-forces; nothing lethal, but ramping into the territory where even veterans can black out. The Nova had every intent of bringing this nutter in alive, even if things were spiralling out of control.

After all, he wasn't Ultima or some self-styled hero. He had ways of making people talk.

[Agent Fisher]

Niner was ready to strike Avatar as he fell to the roof and started twitching. He reared back, What the fuck?.

He felt a pain in his neck. He reached up and pulled off a tranq dart. He looked to his right, from where the dart came from. He didn't see anyone.

He started feeling light headed. Shit, its starting.

He spoke into his radio. "This is Niner, I got hit with a tranq dart, and lots of pretty lights, floating like little butterfl-" Niner dropped to the roof, asleep, his mouth starting to drool.

[Shark Bait]

Seven watched as more and more copies appeared and were then whisked away he marked each of them in a database in his head. There were a few that were not moving too much he threw two more knives the second one he hit in the arm suddenly grabbed his arm and yelled in pain. Seven leveled the gun he had in his other hand and took careful aim and fired two shots into the man’s knee, he went down hard screaming and clutching his knee. With any luck that should limit the number of copies that could be produced, or if nothing else the bloodied knees would reveal them as fakes.

"This is Niner, I got hit with a tranq dart, and lots of pretty lights, floating like little butterfl-" Niner dropped to the roof, asleep, his mouth starting to drool.

"Aw christ in a corn field" seven said to himself and ran back into the alley and began litterally leaping up the fire escape.

[Charon]

Legacies continued destroying the clones almost as quickly as they appeared, dozens of whips flew around Legacies body, striking each doppleganger as they appeared. Then he saw one of the beings go down and saw blood. There he was, a whip lashed out and formed a hammer it's intent to slam into the man's gut and then as he was bent over the hammer would quickly circled around and hit him in the back of the head knocking the meta out cold.

Being behind the enemy formation it didn't take him too long to spot the teleporter, and that those lightning blasts were getting very close. One of the whip-like tendrils that were extruding from the flailing form of Legacies turned it's furry towards the teleporter, a full dozen ball-bearing shaped objects flew from the tip of the whip at incredible speeds towards the man known as Jump, intent on knocking him out of combat.

When Niner called in Mark swore and turned on his comlink. "There's a sniper in the field, be on your guard. Anyone not in combat focus on finding him, we need to get this asshole out of combat now. And someone get Niner out of here!"

[B4UTRUST]

Doppelganger fell down, moaning in pain. Two gunshot wounds to the knee did that to a person. Blood gushed from the broken limb.

As Legacies moved to attack him a group of clones jumped in the way, using their own mass to block the blow. The clones puffed out of existance.

Desperate to get out of this situation Doppelganger looked around frantically. He created a small army of clones tightly grouped around him to block him till he could get away. The clones all appeared as he did, knees bloody and arm bleeding, though they did not actually bleed but rather gave the impression of it. Two picked Doppelganger up to try to steady him.

Jump watched the symbiote turn towards him. He smiled. As the balls neared him he reached out and shifted them. They disappeared and reappeared streaking towards the back of Legacies head. As soon as he did it he shifted over to where Doppelganger was and grabbed him before shifting out again leaving the clones behind.

The clone army turned as one and charged Legacies. He could take out a large portion of them, but could he take them all out?

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Hazard watched the mutant go down. At least it could be stopped, which was a huge plus in his opinion.

He rolled away from the edge of the building and moved to the fire escape. He ran down a flight of stairs before looking at the fire escape on the next. He shouldered his rifle, climbed up on the railing and jumped. He landed on the railing across the alley with some luck and dropped down before climbing up the stairs to the next roof. Once there he crouched and moved towards the edge. He set back up his rifle and looked around for his next target.

[Shark Bait]

Seven took off across the roof tops trying to reach Niner as quickly as possible he jumped over several alleys with little trouble, and ducked between air conditioning units and other objects offering cover when he could. Finally he reached Niner who was lying next to what seemed to be a large sleeping crocodilian of some sort, “damn it is that you avatar?â€Â

[Charon]

Mark swore as the clones continued to get in the way of him and his target, he didn't even notice the pieces of his suit that were rocketing back towards him. Luckily he didn't have to. Legacies reached out and caught the ball bearings reintigrating them into the suit, the momentum shifted effortlessly through the suit and launched the ball bearings out the front of Legacies 'head' as if they hadn't been stopped. Each one was aimed at the head of a clone, with any luck he'd take out more than just the ten or so.

Legacies stopped for a moment as he noticed all the clones turn towards him. The feral grin widened as foot long spikes suddenly extruded from all the parts of his body and gigantic sythes grew from each of his fingers. If this was the best that cloner could do Dynamo had to get better lackies. Legacies went to work cleaning out the clone army, trying as hard as he could to also keep half an eye on Dynamo and half an eye on any incoming projectiles. He yelled into his communicator as his sythes tore through half a dozen clones and they disappeared into puffs of air. "Someone find that damn sniper, this is hard enough without having to look over my back!"

[SirNitram]

"This just isn't fun anymore." Gravitas grunted as he dodged through the clones, Ultima peacekeepers, and other crazies. Dynamo had been slowed by his attack, but not enough to incapacitate totally.

Lightning ripped free from the Meta, and passed through Gravitas as it chained into others. The Nova gritted his teeth, ignored the pain, and definately ignored the smell of his hair on fire. As Dynamo finally went down under the lack of ability to circulate blood effectively enough, the Nova scooped him up and took the skies.

It wasn't the speed-demon flight he had managed earlier; he was hurting, and exhausted. He lacked the power to make orbit, not if he wanted to properly interrogate this guy. Besides, he'd probably die. Weak little thing. He took off in a seemingly random direction with his captive, intent on finding ou everything he could on what the hell was going on.

[Cynical Cat]

Blackheart flew above the scene, quickly analyzing the battle. His people were deep in the shit all over th place. Time to shift the odds.

Blue-white beams flashed from his eyes and reduced two of Doppleganger's clones to ash.

[frigidmagi]

Blast was finially out of the damn helicoptor, even better he had been sturck by lightning. It as if he was being given a gift. His spine tingled and sparks crackled from his fingertips, Dynamo... He was the perfect target and besides there was something poetic about blasting him with his own fireworks. Blast pointed and fired, trying to keep the energy a little less than a full scale killing attack. Bright as the sun and unleashing a smell of ozone upon the battle field the streak of energy slammed into the target in a awesome display.

"Yo! Big Man! Let's trade shots!" Blast called out at the top of his lungs.

[LadyTevar]

Blast was finially out of the damn helicoptor, even better he had been sturck by lightning. It as if he was being given a gift. His spine tingled and sparks crackled from his fingertips, Dynamo... He was the perfect target and besides there was something poetic about blasting him with his own fireworks. Blast pointed and fired, trying to keep the energy a little less than a full scale killing attack. Bright as the sun and unleashing a smell of ozone upon the battle field the streak of energy slammed into the target in a awesome display.

"Yo! Big Man! Let's trade shots!" Blast called out at the top of his lungs.

Behind him a low, feminine voice chuckled. "Let's not..." Barely allowing him the chance to turn around to see the speaker, a shadowy wing seemed to hit him as she telekinetically tossed him dozens of feet straight into a pile of clones. Those that survived his landing would be happy to beat on him for a while, Argent thought to herself.

She viewed the chaotic battle, picking her targets carefully as she shielded herself from stray attacks with her dragon's inky wings. Ember had pulled her into this job, Argent did not know or care about the rest of them. She would deal with her last target, then leave.

[Dark Silver]

He was done, he had offloaded the last group of civilians which couldn't move on thier own accord, and was streaking back to the park.

Just intime to see Gravitas take off with Dynamo, and Blast get knocked into the air.

A blue energy bubble formed around Blast, and using the momentum of the already blast, Saibot swung his arm, and energy ball, right into the clones, like a bowling ball.

Clones scattered with the impact, disappearing in droves, before Blast was set back on terra firma.

The one who threw him, Saibot set his sights upon. he drew his sword, and set upon the ground, the curved blade resting on his shoulder. Clones surronded him, and beneath the helmet, Saibot smirked.

His movements where a blur, as he streaked through the clones, the spiked pommel of his sword leaving a glowing X on thier chest with the passing. He stopped in his original position, and held up the power ring.

"Your begining to bore me..." he said lowly, just before each clone was consumed in blue energy and reduced to nothing.

[Rukia]

Camie was at her breaking point. She had never done well in small confined spaces, and add in a blubbering grown man past his prime and it was enough to try the patience of a saint, and Cam was far from a saint. She rubbed her temples as Sherman told her all of his mistakes for the thousandth time. She had really had enough. She looked up and started at the old man and slowly worked his way into his mind. Camie wasn't exactly sure what she was doing here, he'd most certainly told her everything she had never wanted to know. Then she thought of something... She took snippets of one story and put them in others, in essence scrambling his brain a bit. After she was done she listen to the man tell his story again, only this time it was much funnier. From that point on, every time she got bored she'd rearrange another set of memories. The senator's mind had become Camie's playground....

[Charon]

Legacies finished the last of the clones that had been charging him when it threw itself onto his spiked exterior. Another three dozen or so looked to be on their way, but that was good, these clones died too easily. Legacies took a quick look around him. Dynamo and Gravitas were gone now, Saibot was finally in the fight after having played the hero, which was amusing all in itself, and Blast had just been tossed into a dozen more clones. Damn, how many of these things were there? Enough to have gotten everyones attention it seemed.

Legacies started scanning the buildings, he had to find that damn sniper as Mark turned on his communicator again. "Stay focused people, these copies aren't anything but a distraction." The three dozen were almost to him now, a tendril whipped out and sliced down almost half a dozen with one blow, the tendril continued to writh within the clone ranks, taking out the clones quickly. Mark continued on the communicator. "It looks like most of the hostiles are gone, remember that we want information." Mark went back into the fray against the clones to thin their numbers and let his teammates get back to their fight.

[Dark Silver]

"We can get information if we manage to bring one of these in, looks like they have a teleporter with them" Saibot responded, a second sword appearing in his hand, composed of solidified blue energy.

He floated just off the ground, as flew forward, dust rising in his wake, as he slashed the dragon saber and the energy sword through the clones, making his way towards the woman in the shadow dragon form.

"I'm going after the dragon lady..."

[LadyTevar]

He was done, he had offloaded the last group of civilians which couldn't move on thier own accord, and was streaking back to the park.

Just intime to see Gravitas take off with Dynamo, and Blast get knocked into the air.

A blue energy bubble formed around Blast, and using the momentum of the already blast, Saibot swung his arm, and energy ball, right into the clones, like a bowling ball.

Clones scattered with the impact, disappearing in droves, before Blast was set back on terra firma.

The one who threw him, Saibot set his sights upon. he drew his sword, and set upon the ground, the curved blade resting on his shoulder. Clones surronded him, and beneath the helmet, Saibot smirked.

His movements where a blur, as he streaked through the clones, the spiked pommel of his sword leaving a glowing X on thier chest with the passing. He stopped in his original position, and held up the power ring.

"Your begining to bore me..." he said lowly, just before each clone was consumed in blue energy and reduced to nothing.
(SNIP)
He floated just off the ground, as flew forward, dust rising in his wake, as he slashed the dragon saber and the energy sword through the clones, making his way towards the woman in the shadow dragon form.

"I'm going after the dragon lady..."

"Are you talking to me?" Argent asked, as she quickly catergorized his powers thus far. Flight, speed, weapon... forget head-on, she'd get creamed. Time for another tactic, as she smiled teasingly at him, "Maybe I can make things more .. exciting?"

She ran her hands up over her athletic body tantalizingly, striking a pose familiar to any purveyor of Playboy or Maxim as her hands lift and tangle into her long black hair ... and hits Saibot square in the lower primate brain with a waves of sheer lustful desire. It's the ultimate Mind over Body, as part of his brain starts firing up with the primative biological instuctions of *Woooman... me Waaaaant!*

[Dark Silver]

"Sure am toots...", another clone was decapitated and disappeared as he swung the energy sword. He was closing in, when she struck the pose, and it hit him.

He felt the flash of heat in his body, and the urge strike him, before he could get a wall up...without expecting it, her first onslaught nearly overwhelmed his will, and his body reacted.

He groaned, as the energy sword flickered, the began to fade, from the tip to the pommel. He tried to reasset control over his body. He sweated beneath the helmet, as he landed again, and began to walk towards her, his sword flashing out at any clone who got between her and him.

It was a test of wills now, as he drew closer, one he was fighting uphill, and losing ground.

He grunted, coming closer to her, his senses feeling overloaded, his vision clouding in a red haze of lust..and his life support field flickered from exsistence...leaving him vulnerable.

His sword clattered to the ground, and he reached wildly for her.

He had lost to lust...

[LadyTevar]

It was a test of wills now, as he drew closer, one he was fighting uphill, and losing ground.

He grunted, coming closer to her, his senses feeling overloaded, his vision clouding in a red haze of lust..and his life support field flickered from exsistence...leaving him vulnerable.

His sword clattered to the ground, and he reached wildly for her.

He had lost to lust...

It was almost too easy. The only time that trick hadn't worked the cop she'd targeted started humping his male partner. This hero was rather cute, so she let him get close enough and gave him a very enthusiastic kiss before warping into her shadowdragon form and teleporting away with him. ...

.... Reappearing beside Demise and Abaddon, depositing the lustful metas at their feet as the dragon hovered before them. "One metas captured. I'm done, my payment please, as promised," Argent said from the darkness, remaining half-solid to prevent Saibot from removing any more of her clothing.

[B4UTRUST]

Abaddon glanced over the top of his shades before pushing them back up his nose.
"Capture does not imply simply dropping them at our feet. This is...most unsatisfactory."

Abaddon glanced up towards the roof where Avatar and niner were unconcious.
"Tell you what. Grab the croc up there and take him to the safe house and we'll call it good. You'll get your payment from the boss. As for this waste of flesh..."

Abaddon reared back and kicked Saibot in the chest hard enough to crack ribs. The sound of crunching bones was audible even through the suit he wore.

Abaddon keyed his radio. "She's pulling out. Move."
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Up on the roof Hazard chambered another tranq round, lining up on Legacies. He exhaled and squeezed the trigger.

[Dark Silver]

Without his sword, and his will broken by Argent fueling his lust, Saibot was defenseless. First held down, kept away from the object of his desire, then having his ribs broken by the kick to his chest, Saibot howled in rage and pain.

He felt blood well into his mouth, and beneath the helmet, trickled from the corner of his mouth.

He layed there, impotent as Argent teleported away...

[LadyTevar]

Abaddon glanced over the top of his shades before pushing them back up his nose. "Capture does not imply simply dropping them at our feet. This is...most unsatisfactory."

Abaddon glanced up towards the roof where Avatar and niner were unconcious. "Tell you what. Grab the croc up there and take him to the safe house and we'll call it good. You'll get your payment from the boss. As for this waste of flesh..."

Abaddon reared back and kicked Saibot in the chest hard enough to crack ribs. The sound of crunching bones was audible even through the suit he wore.

Abaddon keyed his radio. "She's pulling out. Move."

Without his sword, and his will broken by Argent fueling his lust, Saibot was defenseless. First held down, kept away from the object of his desire, then having his ribs broken by the kick to his chest, Saibot howled in rage and pain.

He felt blood well into his mouth, and beneath the helmet, trickled from the corner of his mouth.

He layed there, impotent as Argent teleported away...

"If you insist...," Argent replied deferentially to Abaddon. This was one man she never wanted to annoy. She winced a little at the kick he gave Saibot before she again assumed her dragon form and faded back into the ground, leaving Saibot with one question: Was the tinge of regret Saibot felt his, or had she unintentionally let it cross over before she let go of his mind?

Reforming over Avatar's body, she snorted at the unconscious crocodile. "No... no pity for you, -hero-. You deserve everything that they'll do to you." Her dragonform fell over the body and then they were gone.

[Shark Bait]

Reforming over Avatar's body, she snorted at the unconscious crocodile. "No... no pity for you, -hero-. You deserve everything that they'll do to you." Her dragonform fell over the body and then they were gone.

Seven saw the huge black dragon form up from nowhere, as it decended over Avatar he lunged towards it plunging a fist deep into it's form. He thought he connected with something for a second before the shadow dissapeared with the giant croc.

"Fuck" Seven said as he dropped to one knee next to Niner, "well this makes me more mobile." he then shut off his active cammoflauge and picked up the limp form then stood up and ran for the next roof over. he leapt over another alley and looked arround. he had to find that sniper some how and had heard a shot come from this dirrection. Then out of the corner of his vision John saw something, he dropped to one knee and put down Niner. Looking across the roofs of building he saw the sniper finally, Seven drew his gun, aimed carefully and fired twice.

[Charon]

Mark was not paying attention to the sniper anymore, having been surrounded once more by clones. Luckily, he didn't have to. Legacies saw the projectile incoming and caught the dart in his suit. The poison began to seep through the suit and acting quickly Legacies detached that part of the suit and it and the majority of the tranquilizer fell harmlessly to the ground. He'd be a bit sluggish, but it could have been much much worse.

The old hero immediately shifted into camoflauge and slipped inbetween the clones to hide himself from the sniper until he could get a fix. Now he knew the general direction he was in, only a matter of spotting him now.