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Post by Kuma on Apr 18, 2016 3:00:18 GMT
Garo jumped up the Snowmobile and revved it up. From the purr of the engine he knew these vehicles were much more powerful than the ones he had back at his home. Maybe Hou got them from the same guy who made his bodyguard, or a similarly gifted Hidden Scientist, as the consoles had some gadgets not usually seen in regular models. A radar and an array of sensors, similar to JHWAB issue, to detect HW activity. Yet with such climate their effectively could be limited or even nullified. That was one of the reasons he used to be such an asset for the JHWAB, since he was experienced in tracking prey through snow. The Old Archer gave the accelerator a couple of twists to check it out and the vehicle advanced swiftly over the snow, with a low buzzing sound below it, maybe some sort of electro-magnetic hover device to improve the mobility in the snow.
Garo nodded to himself and then glanced at Alexander. –Stevenson-dono, the two screens beside the key are HW radars and sensors, the switch besides it allows you to change wavelengths. - He pointed the switch up, locking on Ki signatures. The storm and the cloudy weather only allowed a very short radius. –Up is Ki, down is Magic, right is Divine and left is for Aliens, but is the least used of all at least in the JHWAB, since this equipment is very similar.- Garo explained with utmost respect, not looking down on Alex, but talking to him as a respected equal. The Old Archer really considered the Grotesque Hunter one of the best men in this line of work.
-Yes sweetcheeks? What can I do for you?- Falken’s bad mood vanished into nothingness as he smiled to her with his usual charming smirk, trying to play it cool and flirty.
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Post by HungryHunter on Apr 18, 2016 22:18:35 GMT
"If you make any more trouble on this mission, I'm going to come to the conclusion that your brain is the least important part of you and ask Alex to remove it. Got it?" Eve gave him a sweet smile and walked back to Garo, sitting behind him on the snowmobile. "I'm ready when you are. We should scan for Divine on the way." Eve put a hand on his shoulder. "And I know Falken is an asshole, but could you try not to pick a fight?"
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Post by waybig1010101 on May 29, 2016 5:41:57 GMT
Paying close attention to Garo's words, the ugliest of the group nods his head. He comprehended everything the wise veteran has said to him. He respects the old man's knowledge and skills. Truly one of the greasiest assets that he has every been able to use during a mission has been the old fox's experience. He already knew that it wasn't just simple luck that has allowed him to survive this long. Had his old hunting team been around today, he would be more than glad to try to get to join them. Sadly, he is all that remains, yet even by himself he will continue the good fight by himself if need be. Yet, he couldn't help but be a little glad to be able to work with a familiar group of people again. In many ways, these people remind him of his previous team, especially Garo. If there was every a man he wish Garo to meet, it would have to have been Taylor Woods. The two of them were so similar, that the chemistry between them might have been enough to sway the old archer to join them.
Just before he could experience a little flashback, a powerful roar echoes across the land, with enough force to momentarily stop snow from falling. The roar was incredible loud, yet there appears to be nothing in eyesight coming from the distance of where the roar arrives from, besides a few mountains that formulate the boarder between Russia and China. After a few seconds, the echoes of the roar die down and the snow continues to fall again. Most men would probably tremble upon the sound that was heard a moment ago, but for Alex, he couldn't prevent a smile spreading across his face at the thought of meeting whatever made that noise. "We should get going." Upon finishing his sentence, he presses hard on the accelerator. Without much delay, the snowmobile jerks forward and quickly picks up speed as he charges towards the mountain range in the distance. For the first time in a very long time, Alex decides to jump forward without waiting for his team. Letting nothing but his excitement guide him to next prey.
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Post by Kuma on May 31, 2016 4:05:20 GMT
Garo followed Alexander, driving the snowbikes with the ease of an expert. –I’m not trying to pick a fight. - The Old Archer explained. –You might want to look the other way most of the time but I can’t. - Garo’s gruff voice was being swallowed by the sound of the bikes zooming over the snow, making it impossible to be heard by Alex and Falken. –Degiraz is a real monster, I know his handiwork, he has killed children, men and women all across the globe and he did it with a smile on his face. - The Veteran Hunter kept talking with the same tone, bursting with anger and ill intent. – I wouldn’t win in a fight against him…- He closed his eyes for a second before he kept talking. – But he knows I can and will kill him, trying to do it every time I can is the only way I have to put a limit on the horrors he can unleash.-
-You might think I’m exaggerating, but let me ask you something. - He turned half of his face around, his steely eye filled with sadness. –Have you ever heard of Quduuska? - The Archer didn’t wait for her to reply. –Quduuska used to be a small village in Somalia, not particularly large. - Garo gulped, wincing in pain as he remembered this. – It was a peaceful village, at least until the civil unrest started and Quduuska was exactly in the frontier between the territories of two tribes.- The Old Archer’s knuckles were white, as his hands clutched the handlebars with ever increasing force. –One of the warlords of the region wanted the water supplies of Quduuska, but they refused… That’s when he called Degiraz. - Garo stopped talking, it was clear this was extremely painful. He gathered his resolver and continued.
-I was in the area doing a small favor to a private organization who was studying the Hidden Fauna of Africa and during my expedition into the wilderness I stumbled with Quduuska. - Garo looked away and exhaled. –Their hospitality was warmer than the savannas I had been threading those days, they welcomed me in, feed me and didn’t accept my money. I left two days after arriving. - The Old Archer felt a knot on his throat, he wanted to blame the cold for the trouble he had to breathe, but he couldn’t do it. He had seen a lot of messed up things on his life, but what he saw then was too much. –When I was a day away, camping in the middle of nowhere I saw the lights and heard the screams carried by the wind, all coming from Quduuska. - Garo massaged his temples.
-I rushed back, keeping my distance and there he was… Degiraz, murdering the whole village, a big grin on his face and a demented light on his eyes. - The Old Archer sniffed. –Until this day I can still smell the stench of burnt flesh and remember the sound of the villagers screams. - He turned to face Eve. –I allowed Degiraz being part in our previous hunting trips because they had no true consequence, but this time around I feel like I need to keep the reins even tighter.- There was something on the Archer’s eyes, something he never showed before. There was a glimmer of fear. Garo was afraid of Falken. –The only reason he behaves is because he is trying to play the “cool guy”, I need to remind him to stay put, because if he doesn’t, this time around our death would be the least of the World’s problems, considering the kind of war that could break out.-
-So I’m ready to kill Falken at any moment, whenever he is about to cross a line.- The faint glimmer of fear disappeared, replaced by hatred and determination. –Because Falken shouldn’t be a Hunter…. He is the kind of monster that we should be hunting.-
-So Freddy, how’s life treating you? - Falken asked, standing on the snowmobile behind Alex, with the Kazuraba Triumphant Shotgun on hand, ready to aim at anything that moved to fill it with shrapnel.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jun 7, 2016 5:01:02 GMT
Eve's body stiffened and her eyes widened as Garo told his story, the only indication it was effecting her. The instant his words stopped, she relaxed. "You should have told me earlier." Her voice hid a steel edge, a rage boiling just below her impenetrable cheer. "Honestly, I don't really trust Falken or Alex, but you yourself told me we can't feed ourselves with morals. They can still keep us from the jaws of monsters, and by extension, anybody we really want to protect." She patted his shoulder.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Jun 9, 2016 6:22:34 GMT
As the hunters ride their snowmobiles, they are soon to approach a few hills on their right. On their left is a massive forest area that spreads out as far as the eyes could see. On top of these hills is a man lying down on the snow. He wears a full body white camouflage suit and is using a pair of binoculars with one hand, and the other hand holds a bulky walkie talkie. As he spots the hunters on their snowmobiles, he starts to issue commands into his walkie talkie. Soon enough a wave of activity emerges all around. Suddenly, a squadron of vehicles escape from the forest. Each snowmobile has two people, a drive and a rider. In front of each driver is a reinforce bullet proof windshield protecting them. As for the riders, they are equipped with military grade rifles and as soon as they left the forest, they begin to open fire. Soon enough, the hunters will have to deal with hundreds of bullets heading their direction
Meanwhile, on top of the hills, an elite group of sharp shooters prepare to take aim. As their allies on the ground attack from one side, they plan to use their barrage as a distraction for the snipers. Each sniper readies to kill the drivers, Alex and Garo, first. Soon enough, a few snipers rifle take aim at their heads and shot. Before the sound of the snipers' fired could be heard by their targets, the bullets will have already hit them if they don't react in time. The sniper rounds are fast enough to travel at Mach two. The affects of these rounds hitting a normal human body would be similar to if someone has been dropped off the top of the empire state building and landed on a giant spike, which also happens to explode once something touches it. As the barrage begins, the man holding the walkie talkie speaks Russian into his communication device, "We now engage in glorious combat."
"No Surrender." replied a woman holding a similar walkie talkie in the middle of the forest. She dressed in a rather old fashion and formal blue military outfit. On top of outfit, she wears a rather large black coat with a grayish white fur covering the upper areas. She is also armed with a golden sword, which is attach to her left hip. As she walks forward, her long blond hair sways over her back as her icy cold eyes searches the area. Her body language announces her position as a leader. Yet, there also appears to be a strange affect around this woman. Any wildlife within a hundred meters of her would collapse. As they fall, their bodies quickly shut down. By the time they hit the ground, they are already died. Even the trees begin to bend away from her direction until they snap in half. The snow from above seems to become alive and run away from her general area as well. However, she was not alone. Following behind her are three individuals who not seem to be bothered by her presence.
"Commander Veronica, we are close to the epicenter of that last quake." said a cheerful woman holding a rather tiny animal on her head. The animal appears to be a super small baby ram. "You shouldn't have brought your pet Diana." commented a large bald man with shades. Diana pets her adorable animal companion and begins talking to it, "Don't pay attention to Andrey my precious baby. He is just jelly because he wishes he could have hair on his head." The small creature blinks it little bitty black eyes a few times. "Don't blame me if something bad happens to it." responded Andrey with indifference to the small animal's survival. The little critter begins to shake nervously. "Don't worry my little guy. I'll protect you." she declared while flexing her arm. Afterwards, she turns her attention to the last member and says, "Hey Ivan, mind not getting so close. You could give Max a cold." Ivan, who appears to be Ice Man on steroids, doesn't make a sound, but slowly backs away from the tiny ram. "Thanks!" she yelled with a smug smile. The four of them continue to walk towards the mountains.
Returning to the battle...
Before Alex could answer Falken, a dozen or so snowmobiles begin to head towards them along with plenty of bullets. As he maneuvers the snowmobile to avoid the bulk of the fire, he attempts to free the use of one of his hands in order to defend himself with his wire threads. But before he could properly take a hand off the handle to use, a sniper round gazes his forehead. Luckily for him, the sniper missed his mark by a few inches. Though if it weren't for the heavy blizzard, his head would have suffer much more than a simple cut. The failed kill shot did make him aware of the enemies on the other side of them. Turning his head, he could see the other initial sniper rounds coming at him. With a few careful head bops, the he manages to avoid death. "Better." replied Alex. As the ghoulish man operates the snowmobile, he starts to work on creating a wire thread construct to protect himself. He plans on letting Falken do what he does best.
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Post by Kuma on Jun 12, 2016 1:41:23 GMT
-I would have told you earlier but I wasn’t sur…- Garo stopped mid-sentence as his inhumanly sharp senses, product of years of experience, caught notice of the incoming attackers. –Story time is over Harper-san, we have company.- The Old Archer started to maneuver to avoid incoming fire, dodging bullets left and right. –I don’t appreciate being shot at Harper-san, could you do something about it?- Garo asked with a half-smile as his seasoned reflexes guided him through the hail of ammunition. The Veteran Hunter didn’t like being relegated to a driver, incapable of returning fire, but he trusted on Eve’s aim to be good enough, even with the increased difficulty of his evasive driving and the climate. Hopefully his trust wouldn't be misplaced on her.
-YES! SANTA GOT MY LETTER!- Falken exclaimed with sinister child-like glee, his red eye shining and his hands pumping his shotgun. –I always wanted to kill a bunch of Russians in snowmobiles!- He stood up, magnetizing his soles with his nanites to cling to the vehicle driven by Alex. –Every one of you is already dead, you bloody communist scum!- Falken, clearly in dire need of some history lessons, starts shooting at the closest snowmobiles with his shotgun, as he hums the 007 theme song, surely reminiscing of any of James Bond’s many movies. –Yo Quasimodo!- He shouted over the sound of his weapon. –Try to take a jump, I want to look as cool as I can will I murder the world.- And with that said he released the Kadoya Surveillance drones, not to do recon, but to record his rampage over the snow.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jun 12, 2016 5:56:45 GMT
Eve startled at the first bullet piercing the snow, sound following not far behind. The shooter couldn't be far off. "We need to get into the forest. The hills must be where the snipers are. Keep me between you and the snipers. I can take bullets better than you." She unzipped her larger snow coat and unbuttoned her normal pirate jacket.
Her chest split open, revealing her steel skeleton, a breastplate with a large hole. Out of it came a yellow grenade, instantly hurtled among the approaching snowmobiles. It went off with a sonorous crash and brilliant light, enough to knock superhumans unconscious and outright kill any nearby humans. "If that makes a hole, aim for it. If not, I will." She cracked open her arm and revealed her cannon, ready to blow a hole in any especially irritating snowmobile.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Jun 12, 2016 8:00:54 GMT
The Russian forces on the snowmobiles are surprise at the return fire from their targets. The force of Falken's shotgun jerks the snowmobiles violently, creating some heavy cracks on the windshields, yet they manage to maintain formation and continue to fire. At least before Eve's flashy grenade hits them. The nearby special force members only saw the flash before being blown off their vehicle. Landing in the snow as chunks of meat, meanwhile four snowmobiles flip over and slam into the snow. Upon seeing the brutal deaths of their comrades, the remaining Russian snowmobiles forces are determine to get revenge for their fallen brothers. They spread out and begins to attempt to flank them, as the enemies starting coming from behind, they continue to unleash an impressive onslaught of bullets. Littering the snow with numerous bullet shells as they attempt to take vengeance. However, they are not the only ones focus on the hunters.
In the forest is still an even more massive legion of troops. The one currently engaging the hunters is incredibly small compare to the entire squads waiting in the woods. After all, the ones they face are basic pawns use to gauge how strong their opponents are. Considering that they knew ahead of time that they would be dealing with hidden world members, they knew that the first wave is most likely not going to be enough to finish them. And now that the commanding officer on the hill just wittiness a taste of their fighting capabilities, he begins to issue a few more orders into his walkie talkie. As he issuing commands, the sniper on the hill continue to shot their bullets at the drives. Even with the current weather conditions, most of these snipers could tell that the older driver with the metal woman most have some insane reflexes in order to avoid so many shots. Meanwhile, the other one seems to be making a unique barrier that is stopping their bullets. Without any orders, the snipers rely on their years of experience to guide their actions in unison to focus most of their fire on the old man.
A rotating spherical shield made out of incredibly sharp and quick wire threads surround his body's immediate area, which slices and swats away the sniper rounds. With this in place, the sniper rounds no longer are capable of hitting his body, yet he notices that the sharpshooters have change priorities. Focusing on trying to kill Garo now. Still, a few snipers remaining firing at him. Mostly likely to prevent him from being able to use both hands fully to operate his snowmobile, thus lowering his handling capabilities to perform any complex maneuvers. Alex couldn't afford to drop his shield until the snipers are taken care of. As he tries to come up with a plan to go over the annoying men above them, he hires a loud booms from the forest. Turning his attention back to the left, he spots dozens of min missiles flying up towards the sky and coming arching downwards towards them.
Earlier the officer as issue his troops to fire at the hunters with their own specially customized javelin. If someone thought the FGM-148 Javelins from Call Of Duty were impressive, the current missiles heading their way was not only twice as fast as the FGM-148 Javelin's missiles, but several times as powerful as well. There is currently enough firepower coming down on them to destroy a small cul-de-sac.
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Post by Kuma on Jun 14, 2016 3:31:15 GMT
Garo followed Eve’s instruction, taking the snowmobile into a hard right turn, directly into the forest, keeping the incoming fire from the snipers on his back, using his boss as a bullet shield, maybe the fantasy of many salarymen across the World. The Veteran Archer, as he avoided a tree, felt a chill on the back of his head, the kind of cold sensation one feels when the winds blow over the Sanzu river, bringing the frigid hands of Death close to your neck. Following the kind of sixth sense one develops after a lifetime of peril Garo swayed his head to the left and heard the whizzing of a bullet followed by the cracking noise of the windshield. The Veteran Hunter, quite vexed by the near death situation, shouted. –C’mon Harper-san! I want to reach old age with my skull intact!-
The bullets flying around him, and with the knowledge that Eve was more firepower than accuracy he took an executive decision. Without a second of hesitation the Old Archer stood up, placing one of his feet on the handlebar to keep driving while he rapid fire 4 arrows directly at the snipers location. Hopefully they would at least land nearby them so they would be forced to change location, giving him enough time to extend the distance between them and the snowmobile. Without stopping to see if the arrows reached their mark Garo turned around, sitting back at the controls. –DAMMIT! - He shouted as he barely avoided an incoming tree.
The evasive action was so violent he almost crashed with another tree, but he covered his leg with Ki and kicked against it to avoid the crash. Hopefully they would get enough distance to avoid the snipers, with the help of the snow covered foliage of course.
-DIE MOTHERFUCKERS!!- Falken roared, enjoying the recoil of his weapon as he showered the Russian soldiers with burning fragments, spewing them out from the barrel like fiery knives that cut deep through the trunks, keeping their momentum, as if they were passing through paper. –I WILL SEE YOU IN HELL!- He shot a couple more of blasts. –AND YOU WILL WISH BEING BACK ALIVE!- Three shots fired after that shout. –BECAUSE I WILL BE TORTURING YOU FOR ALL ETERNITY BLOODY WANKERS!- All of this was of course shouted in Russian, to get the message across, while bullets whistled around the Shotgun Wielding Mercenary.
Falken sensors noticed the incoming threat and he shouted. –Quasimodo! Punch it! The bastards are launching missiles at us!- The Dual Wielding Angel of death threw his Shotgun back into his rented pocket dimension and took out the Nogami Chain Railgun. His enhanced array of artificial senses and the alternate vision modes of his bionic eye allowed him to follow the Javelin Missiles and when they were at his range the Infamous Mercenary started to shower them with the Momo Bullets, thermite loaded piercing rounds designed to eradicate anything upon contact. –FUCK YOUR BLOODY MISSILES CUNTS!- He proclaimed while flipping the finger towards the Russians and shooting a hail of fire towards the incoming artillery.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jun 16, 2016 1:08:52 GMT
Eve too startled at the bullet nearly striking Garo. These guys knew what they were doing. The team was totally outmaneuvered. It was almost hard to believe that professionals like this wouldn't have the woods covered. She stared into the darkened cover with eyes that could pick out individual needles on the branches. Her eyes widened when she saw more assailants waiting there. "Garo! Alex! Turn right! Keep the trees between us and the snipers, but don't go too deep into the woods!" Eve turned back, searching the hill now.
She picked out snipers, well hidden by human standards but plain as day to her, and then, more openly, a soldier handling a rocket launcher. She couldn't allow that to strike them before they were more sheltered in the trees. Her cannon arm made its shot at the same instant as the rocket. Her aim was to strike the rocket in the air before it was active as an explosive, her cannonball then carrying on to smash the rocket launcher into smithereens. The resulting force would of course rip the man holding it in two, but that was his problem.
Not stopping to see the results of her work, she swiveled to deposit two new grenades in her lap, resting against Garo's back until she scooped one up. In contrast to the one before, these grenades were blue. She threw one at the trees between them and the massed troops in the the forests. It went up in a flash, blinding a bold, fading to reveal blue flames nearly as bright, greedily devouring the trees and undergrowth. The heat was flesh searing even from a distance, making it impassable. She hurtled the other for one of the snowmobiles behind them. She intended to burst it, hopefully adding its gas to the flame to make an even bigger impediment to following them.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Aug 1, 2016 6:04:50 GMT
The commander watch as the missiles are stopped by Falken's Momo Bullets. He curses underneath his breath as he realizes that an enemy's weapon contains thermite. He prepares to order his men to launch even more rockets, but he soon notices the large lady on the rear of one of the snowmobiles crushing some of his men with cannonballs and grenades. "They are rather resourceful prey," he said to one of his men. "But how will they handle this." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small detonator. He clicks the button and turns on the numerous trap mines underneath the snow throughout the battlefield. However, the commander already had experience when dealing with hidden world members, and they tend to be rather fortunate and skilled at avoiding simple trap mines. So, at the same time he activated the trap mines, he yelled a command to his snipers, "SWITCH!" Without hesitation, a certain number of snipers quickly place their current rifle to the left side and reach to grab their alternative rifle on their right side. Within a few seconds, a dozen snipers are ready to fire their weapon. Unlike the previous sniper rifle, this one did not fire bullets, but rather highly dense and powerful magnets. As this occurs, the troops on the ground floor begin to slowly separate space between themselves and the four hunters.
"FIRE!"
The snipers take aim and fire rounds of magnets, yet rather than aim for the people on the snowmobiles, their shots are aiming at the general area around the vehicles themselves. As the magnets approach close to the vehicles, the magnetic pull affects the trap mines all around the hunters, and before long dozens of trap mines emerge from the ground and head straight towards them at insane speeds and from all directions. And as soon as the trap mines were within a couple of meters from their targets, the other snipers fired right at the trap mines and upon impacted, erupt into massive explosions surrounding the hunters. The position and force of the first wave of explosions completely launch one of the snowmobiles through the air. Yet, before Falken and Alex's vehicle could flip over, Alex manages to wrap his wire threads around the snowmobile, and adjust it so that the caterpillar tracks will land on the snow instead of their heads.
Yet, while he could secure their landing, he had to rely on Falken to secure their safety, as more trap mines head their way before they could even touch the ground. As for Garo and Eve, the trap mines explode right in front of them, creating a massive wall of fire, while broken trees rain down on them. And as they have to deal with the obstacles in their path, a combination of bullets and magnets are fired their way. The bullets aim mostly for the old archer, while the magnets target the large metal lady, which attract even more trap mines.
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Post by Kuma on Aug 2, 2016 5:13:26 GMT
-Understood.- Garo agreed to Eve’s plan, doing a sharp turn to the right, trying to keep the snipers guessing. Yet that wasn’t good enough as the snipers changed ammunition, covering the snow-bikes with powerful magnets which attracted the mines all around them. The Old Archer didn’t hesitate and placed several “Iron” Charms on the bike itself to reinforce it before the onslaught of explosions hit the back of it. Garo wasn’t proud of it, but his body positioned in such way he would use the much more durable Eve as a human shield, it was just a survival reflexes. The snow-bike flew upwards, propelled by the detonations, but Garo managed to somewhat maintain the course and land but the mines were still coming behind them.
Yet Falken had a plan. His senses didn’t work like any human’s. They didn’t pick everything at once and passed it like that, the Infamous Mercenary could pick and choose what he could hear and even if he didn’t hear it himself the display on his eye would tell him what was happening. Most of his death defying stunts were extremely calculated moves, with charts and graphs on his display. This time around he could notice the electrical buzzing of the magnets, hearing the power-source for them. – Bloody relax people, I’ve got this! - He said while he sent back, with a sad smile, his favorite mini-gun to the rented dimension arsenal and took out another weapon.
A pair of high tech gauntlets manifested from thin air, surrounded by the accustomed green square particles, and covered his hands. The Jo Anti Karasu Weapon was designed to deal with a pesky Gunslinger that destroyed his original Arsenal. Their main functionality was absorbing and redirecting electricity. –I’m going to drink up their bloody batteries.- He placed his right hand over the magnets on his bike and sucked the electricity from them, while he shoot it from his left hand towards the incoming mines. He started to repeat the process in Garo & Eve’s snowbike as he shouted. –YOU SHOULD HAVE USED BLOODY DURACELL MATES!- To the mercenaries.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 5, 2016 22:57:37 GMT
Eve found a sudden headache coming on when the magnets struck the snowmobile and her in turn. "Oh, fuck." She hated magnets. Stupid clingy fucks messing with the electronics in her head. Distracted by the queasy feeling caused by the magnets, she took the explosions mostly without complaint. Even with a good deal of her lower back and ass shredded by shrapnel, she was fully functional. "Don't worry about me Garo. I can take the hits." Eve mostly focused on keeping Garo safe, finding it difficult to do much else with the magnets making her head fuzzy. The only retaliation she could manage was throwing another of her concussive grenades ahead, where it would explode in the hopes of annihilating any buried mines.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Aug 15, 2016 1:16:49 GMT
The commander keeps his eyes on Falken. The other targets seem to be able to handling his trap as well as he expected, but that one individual appears to be prepared for any circumstance. He didn't know how he is able to bring out these strange weapons, but he has noticed that he has returned one thing in order to gain another to use. So long as he is limited to one unique weapon as a time, the squad leader begins to feel confident about dealing with the hunters, and even though it his job to kill the man, he couldn't help but respect his tenacity. He is also grateful for providing him and his men a challenge. He lifts his walkie-talkie to his mouth and orders his men, "Continue the previous assault." As the hunters deal with the exploding trap mines from all directions, the obstacles of the forest, and the sniper fire; they will now soon face a rain of javelin fires from above their heads once more. Alex, hearing the noise of the incoming javelin rockets, decides to use some of the enemies weapons against them. Yet, before he could use some wire threads to fling a few trap mines into the air, a snipe round almost hits him in the head. Thankfully, he manages to adjust his wire threads from a counterattack strategy back into a defensive one a split second before the sniper shot could take off his head. -Too bad I doubt have a Eve shield-
Regardless of the success of the Javelin fire, the commander gives the signal for them to call in aerial support. Unfortunately for the hunters, he is the type of man that didn't understand the concept of an Overkill.
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Post by Kuma on Aug 15, 2016 23:37:00 GMT
-Wait a bloody minute… Why the fuck are we running away again?- Falken realized that as the bullets flew and decided to take the fight to them. -I’ll be right back, surely covered in their blood.- He said that and without a hint of hesitation he jumped off the snowmobile during a jump, losing the Jo Anti-Karasu device and summoning forth the Tsubasa Flight Harness. A series of straps covering his body with multiple engines and jets that allowed him aerial tactical superiority through vertiginous speed and extreme maneuverability thanks to the many exhausts on his harness, all of them connected to his mainframe, making Falken a very difficult target to hit as his processing unit inside his bionic brain allowed him to calculate and alter his trajectory faster than any human pilot.
The Infamous Mercenary blasted through the trees avoiding the incoming Missiles while going directly towards the snipers nest, moving in a spiraling random pattern to avoid getting picked off. Any regular human would die from the sheer G’s Falken was getting hit with, but his Cybernetic Body could easily withstand even more. He twisted and turned in the air with a bloodthirsty grin and a sinister glow on his red eye. Back on ground level Garo shook his head in disappointment and frustration. –I hate working with Degiraz… I really do…- He whispered as he skillfully bounced over a downed trunk to avoid getting shot, the explosion behind him destroying the tree and shooting splinters around.
Maybe Garo was pissed about it, but he couldn’t deny that escaping from the attacks maybe wasn’t the best course of action.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 16, 2016 0:50:44 GMT
"Well, he's dead... wait, crap! Falken! The magnets!" She looked at the closing in mines and grabbed the back of Garo's coat. "Alex, jump!" She sprang from the back of the snowmobile, pulling Garo with her. The snowmobile would hopefully drag those accursed mines away with her. She rolled with Garo to protect him from the impact and retreated back. "Alex! I want a wire web around us. At least 50 feet square. No holes wide enough for those missiles to get through." She backed into the middle of her expected dome. The woods would make it hard on the snipers, and if Alex consistently patched holes, the missiles that did make it through weren't going to be an issue. "Remember that we're thoroughly outnumbered here. Retreat won't be an option for now, so we're going to have to drive them off or kill them all. I don't want a siege. That's something we won't survive. If they back off, we're making a break for it, Falken or not."
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Post by waybig1010101 on Aug 18, 2016 3:14:46 GMT
Alex leaps off his snowmobile and immediately sets out to create his fortress of wire threads around his fellow hunters. As he finishes the threads, the missions from the javelin fire rain down of his wire threads, causing massive damage to his wire thread, yet he skillful reconstructs the the whole fortress within fractions of a second in order to deal with the second wave, and repeats this process over and over again for the following bombardments. Yet, he couldn't continue holding against this continuous barrage, especially at this insane rate. There almost wasn't even a pause between one missile or another, but Alex's could measure the slight timeframe between each new strike. It was meager, but he noticed that every hundredth of a second required his attention to some part of his wire thread cage from a missile crashing into the threads. He couldn't even afford to look at his comrades as he eagerly asks them with his classic creepy smile, "How should we kill them?"
On the hill, the commander quickly order his man to focus the magnet fire on the incoming flying Falken. The snipers aim with the magnet rifles begin to unload their magnetic rounds at the flying man with incredible precision. Soon enough the magnets begin to fly towards him, but due to his velocity and shifting trajectory, he was able to avoid making any direct contact with them. Yet, the commander and his soldiers were not panicking. They were all prepare to die for their mission, and they continue to assault their airborne target for as long as possible in order to keep him distracted from their own aerial support.
Behind the snipers, almost a mile away, is a small group of Russian special forces guarding a dozen or so metallic containers. These rectangular metal boxes were massive in size, each one being nearly 10 feet tall and40x20 feet in length. As soon as they received the command to deploy aerial support, they started to enter a few codes on the keypads on the sides of the containers. Having finishing inputing some code, the top of the each container opens up and a soft buzzing sound can be hear, which slowly progresses to get louder and louder until it the area sounded as if it contain billions of bees. However, it was not bees that swarm out of the boxes, but instead thousands upon thousands of tiny white drones. The white color allows the drones to camouflage with the falling snow, making them almost perfectly. Each one is the size and shape of a baseball with a few tiny looking needle sticking out, but what looked like needles in reality are a bunch of barrels. After all the ball shape drones leave the containers, the buzzing sound of begins to die down as their all enter sheath mode. Becoming undetectable to even the greatest military equipment. A few seconds occur before all the drones separate themselves from each other and enter into a proper assault formation before they all take off at subsonic speeds.
Estimation time of arrival: 5 seconds
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Post by Kuma on Aug 19, 2016 3:35:34 GMT
Falken dodged a weaved around the incoming bullets, becoming a jet-powered blur of motion with a single shining red light in the middle, his eye burning with killing intent. The Infamous Mercenary was avoiding the special ammunition with such effectivity that he barely lost any forward momentum as he “barrel-rolled” over the wind currents, aiming directly towards the snipers. As he grew closer two very important questions surged on his brain.
1. What weapon should I use to kill them all? 2. What kind of music should I play as I kill them?
He smiled, not that the sniper would able to see that bone-chilling smirk, as he found the answers for both questions. As he was about to reach the sniper rest above the hills he dived down, vanishing from their line of sight going in an angle directly towards the cliff wall under them. As he did “Seven Nation Army” by the White Stripes started playing, not just out of him, but also in their commlinks (Not exactly a hack, just piggy-backing on their broadcasting abilities) and Falken added a second weapon (His limit at the same time) the Tomari Acceleration Device, a set of high powered, high tech rollerblades, that affected the floor they threaded.
-Die a bloody death bastards.- Falken’s shout was also broadcasted, as using the new weapon in tandem with his already equipped Tsubasa Flight Harness he dashed sideways, wallriding the cliff while using the “Spike” setting on the Tomari Acceleration Device. The wheels sent high frequency waves that altered the ground, causing a veritable forest of sharp stone spikes to surge from under the snipers feet, like a craglike porcupine. Normally the spikes wouldn’t surge as fast, but the boosted speed of the combination made the waves propagate faster through the ground and accelerate their effects.
Meanwhile back at ground level, Garo’s eyes scanned the surroundings as the wires closed around them. The Old Archer could feel the forest on his skin, the kiss of the wind on his bones, the chill of the winter on his veins, each breath he took was more information his acute instincts analyzed as he glanced with utmost focus around them, trying to look for an advantage or a possible escape route. Yet this situation was disadvantageous to Garo, he wasn’t accustomed to be the prey, he was accustomed to be the Hunter. He stopped looking around like a cornered animal and raises his head. –That’s it.- He muttered as he rushed towards the still tightening wires, aiming to jump through a hole that was still closing.
As he landed Garo rushed towards a tree to take cover from the snipers while he turned on his comm. –Harper-san, as much as I’m going to hate saying this Degiraz was kind of right.- He took an arrow from his quiver, loading it to his bow. –If we keep running away they will end up cornering us between a rock and a hard place.- Garo exhaled as his focused his senses to perceive any shifts in the wind, feeling the rumbling on the ground as Falken shifted the rocks far above them. –We can’t be prey Harper-san, we’re hunters…- The Old Archer ran out of cover, his footsteps inaudible, his clothing slowly making him disappear in the woods.
-Let’s hunt.-
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 19, 2016 3:50:15 GMT
"Garo! Wait!" Eve ran to the edge of the wire cage and stared past. She followed his back with worry in her eyes as he vanished. She turned away and back to the wires, realizing just how much this was a trap for them. Unless she got very creative. "Alex, help me out. I need to break all these trunks without the net collapsing. Make it happen." Eve walked to each trunk the wires entangled and smashed her fist through them with ease. It was up to Alex to make sure each one stayed upright. "Alright... now tie me into the net. I need it to be able to move with me. Get me something stiffer than the wires so I can get it all to move. It's not going to be pretty but it doesn't have to be." Her eyes changed from fear for Garo's situation to the light of mad genius.
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