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Post by Colt of Personality on May 28, 2018 1:57:32 GMT
The Jounrey Inward
Somewhere in Mexico
Within the near barren desert of Mexico, was a cave where those who used the mythical energy generated by the earth and its elements known as Natural Energy went to refocus themselves and prepare their body and minds for a treacherous journey. This labyrinth of tunnels and various openings with small pools of running water spanned perhaps miles underground and had many entrances and exits. Many speculated that unique design of the twisting tunnels caused a unique Natural Energy phenomenon. The cave was a black hole on the NE radar/spectrum it isolated itself and anything or one within its depth from the outside world and those connected to NE. This is why the scholars and NE energy users who knew of this cave existence referred to it as the Hollow Caverns.
This is where the Last Gunslinger, Crow Cementerio was located and has been for at least a week or two. Wandering, resting, mediating and trying to focus within these endless tunnels. Crow’s own connection to NE had gone out of flux recently ever since awakening the dangerous powers of the Red Storm. The Supercharged Cowboy’s ability to use his Lightning NE would come and go like the fleeting winds. It affected him so greatly that he was beginning to question his very drive to be a bounty hunter let alone a force of good in the Hidden World. Eventually the Gunslinger just walked away from it all, seeking escape at first. He did not say a word to a single one of his friends or allies before leaving and before dropping off the grid completely. However despite wanting to break from his old life the Gunslinger could not fight the urge, desire, and destiny to continue to be who he was. A Hero, A Bounty Hunter, a Storm of Justice striking down evil. The cowboy’s journey of isolation turned to one of self-reflection and that’s when he ran into a small tribe that also worshiped the very deity he got his powers from.
Crow had hoped the tribe known as Wandering Feathers would help him with gaining control over his powers once again. Instead they revealed that in order to reconnect himself properly to the powers of NE and his connection to Huya Icanma. Crow would need the help a powerful NE master and even before that a journey laid before him. He would need to travel south of the border to Mexico, find the Hollow Caverns, enter them and wait for said Master to appear. While in the caverns he was not to eat any food or drink any water and mediate for 2 hours while channeling his Lighting NE into a special totem they have given him. That was……he didn’t even know how long ago. Time had lost all meaning once he enter the Caverns. He didn’t know how long it had been but he was tired, hungry, becoming delusional, frustrated, and now he was missing his friends. The cowboy was sitting on a small platform in one of the larger areas of the Caverns trying to mediate, small arcs of blue and red Lighting NE were forming around him going towards the totem the Wandering Feathers have given him. It was shaped like the Storm Deity Huya Icanma. But as Crow mind began to wander his focus faded and suddenly an explosion of the Crimson lighting from the Red Storm shook the walls of the cavern, “DAMN IT!!!!”
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Post by HungryHunter on May 28, 2018 5:51:33 GMT
Traitor. Murderer. That was the sort of man Wilson hunted today. It wasn't much different from his usual sort of target, but for the first time, it was personal. He found the feeling a difficult one to explain. He supposed it was like if somebody hurt Jun. He would be very upset at that too. He had a lot of time to think of that walking the open roads between towns and villages, hitching a ride only in the most desperate of times he was caught in the dreaded desert daylight. He had picked up the trail weeks ago, and now it was right under his nose.
A little sniffing had unearthed plenty of information about Cementario. He was a Gunslinger, the last one apparently. Wendigo knew what it was like to be unique. It made you very easy to find. It didn't take long for him to discover more. Where the Gunslingers used to live was important, but more important than that, he found where the Wandering Feathers lived. He learned that they apparently still knew the Natural Energy techniques they taught the Gunslingers long ago from other Bounty Hunters who used the power source.
Why was this important? Cementario had been reported to be losing control of his powers. He got that from a seamstress, Haruko Miyata. Told her Cementario's significant other had hired him to find the missing bounty hunter. He was no good as a liar, but over a phone it wasn't a problem. It was just believable enough for a worried friend. Before the phone froze he heard about the red lightning. Apparently it had caused him plenty of trouble. A reason for his actions? Perhaps. That much didn't matter. What did matter was that he would certainly seek a solution, and the Wandering Feathers were an obvious one.
From there, it only took another quick search to learn about the sacred grounds of the Feathers, cut off from them by the US/Mexico border. He felt a pang of sympathy for them over that even as he printed out his map in a public library. On some distant level they were his people. Thoughts of holy lands occupied his thoughts much of the time he spent traveling.
At long last, he walked through the desert night, enjoying the chill that rolled off the sands when the sun wasn’t beating down on them. Physical signs of his target finally started appearing. Cementario was good at covering his tracks, but he would have to be much better before Wilson couldn’t find him. He found biodegradable paper used to roll herbal cigarettes buried alongside animal bones not far from telltale signs of campfires, wood burnt far too thoroughly for a wildfire. The next night he came upon the cave. He was here for certain.
Wilson stopped on the periphery of the caverns. In one step, he would cut himself off from the stars. He looked up at them, those little points shining like fragments of ice. “I’ll be back.” He promised before taking that step. It was dark in here, but Crow was a human. He’d provide his own light. It took a while for this to be confirmed. Wilson crawled through total darkness for what felt like an eternity before he saw the red flash of Crow’s lightning. He lowered his head and peered into the cavern where Crow meditated.
Alone, Crow sat with a simple totem before him. Wilson immediately recognized him from the picture provided in the original announcement of his treachery. He found him. “You are returning to the BHA with me. Don’t make it hard.” He stepped fully into the room, tagging a swig from his ice-cold thermos. His eyes didn’t leave Cementario’s.
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Post by Colt of Personality on May 28, 2018 20:43:32 GMT
Hunter to Hunter
“Damn it! I can’t stay focus for more than five minutes at a time!” The Gunslinger slammed his fist into the ground as the arcs of Lightning NE faded around him. His stomach growled at him having been deprived of food for some time. He stood up and began gathering his things as he looked around. “How much longer am I supposed to be here? Better question is how long have I been here?” The gunslinger spoke out loud to himself. Hearing his own voice echoing off the walls was his only form of communication and was the thing that kept him barely sane. He missed the companionship of his friends like Haruko, Dan, or the other Bounty Hunters. Not that any of those friends would recognize him nowadays his hair had grown out a bit and he was beginning to grow a beard. “Which way do I even go now?” The Wandering Feathers tribe didn’t give him any instructions about when this master would reveal himself, so he just kept wandering the Hollow Caverns.
The Last Gunslinger wore a sleeveless denim vest/jacket over a black button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a pair of grey jeans and his signature cowboy hat. He carried a leather sack that contain a few supplies which he hoped would last until this master would arrive. He also had his holster and signature revolver, unfortunately though he didn’t have a surplus of ammo.
Crow wandered through the tunnels of the Hollow Caverns “Why can’t I focus? Why can’t I mediate in these stupid tunnels? How long do I need to keep wandering these tunnels?” It felt like hours before he found the next opening which contained a small pool of pure NE enriched water. But what may have been hours could have been minutes or seconds. Time had seemed to lose all meaning. He took a sit near the pool and placed the totem down. He began to mediate for a bit in front of the wooden Storm Bird totem. However this time as he tried to focus his anger and frustration with the current situation distracted him. The red Lighting of NE grew more and more going towards the totem only for Crow to once again lose focus. “DAMN IT! F*CK! DAMN IT!” Crow wiped his face trying to calm down. “Damn these caverns! I’m tired, hungry, and can’t focus! Where is this master? I’m going to lose my mind in this place!” The sound of quiet movement echoing in the Hollow Caverns, the Last Gunslinger shifted hoping it would be the lost awaited master only to hear the voice of Wendigo Wilson.
A chilling breeze drifted through the air, as the voice spoke. Crow had heard of a bounty hunter with an ability similar to this and as the source of the voice came a bit closer Crow recognized the Storm Soul. The two bounty hunters met eye to eye locked on each other. The cowboy’s revolver was a few feet to the side. “You are Wendigo Wilson, correct? I heard rumors about you. Your inhuman tracking ability seems to be more than hear say if you were able to find me. I’m guess you came alone….right? I don’t know what the BHA has told you about me but I’m not coming back anywhere. So I suggest you leave these Caverns and forget you saw me. I don’t want to spill any more Bounty Hunter blood.”
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Post by HungryHunter on May 29, 2018 3:27:29 GMT
"More? Is that a confession?" The room grew colder, mist puffing from Wilson's mouth. He stood with his head cocked as he thought. "Oh well. SURRENDER!" Wilson's voice was lost in the blast of wind that filled the cavern, a hurricane-force gale that could throw a human around like an ant before an industrial fan and coated the walls in nearly an inch of frost. Before the wind even died down entirely, he strode forward. He reached for Crow's jacked, seeking to grab it and use it as a handle to beat Crow into the iced-over walls. His free hand reached for Quicksilver at Crow's hip to snatch it away. His eyes were infinitely cold grey clouds as he sought to systematically dismantle Crow.
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Post by Colt of Personality on May 30, 2018 3:55:21 GMT
Hunter vs Hunter
The Last Gunslinger took notice of the chilling mist that pour from Wilson’s mouth as he spoke. Unfortunately because of the Storm’s Soul reclusive and secretly behavior information about him was scarce, it came in the form of rumors and here say. However one thing Crow had heard, which he assumed was myth, was that the winds of winter poured from the Silver Star Hunter’s mouth. The Rail-gun was about to discover this first hand as Wendigo shouted releasing a gale force blast of icy wind. The Gunslinger attempted to dodge but the wind merely blow him around and crashing into the ground. Crow could fill his body freezing to the very bone as the gale force hit him. Some patches of ice formed on his clothes, they broke easily as he moved around. As Crow stood up the White Devil was already upon him but Crow was ready or so he thought. “Sorry partner, but you will find getting in close to me can be quite dangerous! Corriente!” Crow thrust his hand forward towards Wendigo’s chest in an attempt to hit him with a shocking palm strike. However similar to when he was mediating earlier the energy short circuited before even coming into contact with Wendigo. NO! Not now not here!
Wendigo grabbed onto Crow’s jacket, but the gunslinger manage to shift his weight to keep him from grabbing his revolver. The cowboy began trying to block Wilson’s punches but they were strong and heavy if he didn’t act fast he would be pummeled unconscious. The Last Gunslinger gritted his teeth and began to tap into the NE he drew his powers from while reaching for Quicksilver’s handle. “I warned you Wendigo. This isn’t going to go in your favor and the only thing that will from it will be more Hunter getting caught in my cross fire! Wing.” The Last Gunslinger drew his signature revolver with lighting speed swinging upward. Fortunately this time he was able to maintain his connection to the Lightning NE and released a blade like slash from the barrel of the revolver that followed its movement. The slash like Wing attack would violently shock Wendigo if he didn’t move. Crow wasn’t done yet though, he would use the attack as a potential chance to spin himself around and out of the Storm’s Soul grip. If not create more space between them then fire off two shots at the Silver Star Hunter. “Whatever the Association told you about me is only what they choice to believe. But I think you know that Wendigo, and I think you know something else about me. I’m not just another bounty on their little board. I’m the most dangerous bounty. I’ll gun down you and any other bounty hunter who thinks they got the stones to come after my head.”
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Post by HungryHunter on May 30, 2018 5:15:15 GMT
Crow's fizzled palm struck Wilson's stomach, forceful enough to sting but not to move him. Wilson's feet had moved into a stance made to ground him by apparent instinct, remaining that way when Crow grabbed his gun before Wilson could steal it away. Crow's drove through him, leaving a smoking spot on his shirt and making him twitch, but he remained standing. He recovered in time to go rolling to the side when Crow started firing, coming to a stop behind a few convenient stalagmites that guarded him from further fire. He had avoided one shot, but the other pierced him just below his rib cage.
When he stood, the undershirt he wore was soaking through, not with blood but with water. He looked down at the wound and casually blinked, looking back at his enemy. "I know enough about you to know one thing." Wilson licked his lips. "You talk too much." He rushed in serpentine pattern to avoid gunfire, trying to tackle Crow and shove him into one of the more confined passageways of the caverns, where guns would be more a liability than a help. He raised his knee, trying to hit Crow's gun hand and knock the weapon away.
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Post by Colt of Personality on May 31, 2018 3:09:08 GMT
Storm Clash: Part I
Crow was a bit shocked to see that the White Devil barely flinch when not only hit with his lightning attack but also when shot. The Gunslinger just gritted his teeth not responding to the Wilson commenting about talking too much. What is with this guy? Does he even feel pain at all? If that is the case I’m going to have to hit him with something even stronger if I want to take him out. Before Crow could even think a plan of attack The Storm Soul was already rushing in. The Rail-gun fired 4 shots but Wendigo’s swiftness and the serpentine pattern he was running easily allowed him to dodge the shots. The cowboy went to reload Quicksilver with the Trick but the Silver Star Hunter slammed into him before he had a chance. The Rail-gun grunted in pain but kept himself from falling down but not sliding back. The icy breath attack Wendigo used earlier had made the floor slick causing Crow to start sliding back towards the icy caverns. As Crow tried to push back against Wilson he wasn’t prepared for a knee strike to come up sending Quicksilver to the ground several feet away. “Smart move. But just because I’m without a gun doesn’t mean you should take me lightly.” The Gunslinger decided to attempt a knee strike of his own aiming for Wendigo’s jaw. He would follow that up with a cowboy boot to the chest to try and shove the White Hunter back. With some breathing room Crow began to throw Lightning NE charged kicks and punches. Each one that would connect would deliver a powerful shock.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jun 1, 2018 4:18:00 GMT
Wilson’s jaw was knocked by Crow’s knee strike, making his eyes cross for a second. Crow’s followup sent him a few steps back and he quickly checked his mouth for broken teeth before Crow came rushing in again. He narrowly dodged a fist glowing with electricity, crossing right in front of his eyes like a shooting star. He backed up more and more to avoid the strikes, trying to get the distance to ground himself, but Crow didn’t give him the time. Blows started landing, sending lightning coursing through him.
Each strike was a flash and a bang and a release of smoke from where he was hit. Wilson stumbled back, something beginning to swell in his chest. He felt admiration for few in his life. Only Jun, his sole friend, and the werewolf chieftan Aria had managed to draw the feeling from him. But Crow had deftly turned the tables. He was now pressing the advantage, where Wilson had him on the ropes just moments prior. Wilson wasn’t given time to draw breath like he needed to blow his enemy across the room or take a sip of water. To turn it back around, he needed to be fiercer, bolder. He held up a hand and caught Crow’s fist. Electricity jolted through him, causing more damage inside but more importantly tightening his fist. When Crow would be least able to wiggle free he threw a weighty punch for his nose, then another just below his ribcage.
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Post by Colt of Personality on Jun 3, 2018 0:31:56 GMT
Storm Clash: Part II
Crow continued to land super charged strike after strike on the Storm Soul, it seemed like Crow was gaining an upper hand in this fight. While normally this would bring a smirk to Crow’s face he knew better. Wendigo was a Silver Star Bounty Hunter that was still something to take seriously. One of the other few rumors that existed about Wilson was that he rarely failed to collect on a bounty. The Gunslinger’s goal was to wear the White Devil down long enough for him to retrieve his revolver and finish this fight quickly. However the Storm Soul was about to prove that is easier said than done. The Gunslinger throw a strong electrically charged Haymaker to knock the other Hunter down but was shocked (no pun intended) when Wendigo caught his fist.
Wendigo seemed unfazed by the Lightning NE shock that would run through his body from catching Crow’s strike. Wendigo instead countered with his own strike, hitting Crow right in the nose sending his head back from the heavy blow. The Silver Star Hunter’s assault was far from over, a heavy fist strike Crow just below his rib cage. “Arrrggghhhhh!” The Gunslinger dropped to his knees, if he had anything in his stomach he would have threw it up. He hoped to pull away only to realize, that Wendigo had tighten his grip on Crow’s fist and wasn’t letting go. The cowboy throw an angry defiant glare at Wendigo, blood dripping from his nose (not broken quite yet). “Is that the best you got Wendigo! I told you before I have no intention of going in!” In a moment of defiant fury Crow stood up and throw a heavy right hand charged with Lightning NE at Wendigo’s face. However unbeknownst to the Gunslinger his connection to the Natural Energy that gave him his powers were starting to flux. What he thought was a fully charged punched would be the equivalent of a light buzz to Wendigo.
If one were paying attention the NE Crow was putting out and the totem the Wandering Feathers had given him. They would notice that the totem seemed to absorbing the Lightning NE very, very slowly.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jun 3, 2018 5:22:01 GMT
Wilson lowered his head when the gunslinger’s fist came for his skull, making the blow glance off his scalp rather than crushing his nose. Crow’s knuckle still cut a gash in his scalp, spilling ice-cold water down his forehead. One eye blinked rapidly as water began splashing into it. Wilson gave Crow a one-eyed stare of annoyance and hopped back out of range. He kept his unobstructed eye on Crow while he grabbed his thermos and put it to his lips. He chugged the water within, watching Crow for movement. He was aware he was vulnerable, but he was losing a lot of water from his bullet wound and constant electrical shocks, and he couldn’t leave Crow alone or he’d get his gun back. It was an awkward compromise.
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Post by Colt of Personality on Jun 5, 2018 3:08:00 GMT
A Calm Before…
The Gunslinger was grateful that while his punch may have not connected completely, it was enough for Wendigo to back away to seemingly rehydrate himself. It was at this point that Crow notice the lack of Wendigo’s blood and it’s “replacement” the clear chilling water that poured from Wilson’s wounds. The Last Gunslinger slowly got to his feet careful not to puke again from the gut punch Wendigo delivered earlier. “What in the hell are you? I guess you are not one to tell me though and it wouldn’t matter either way. I will say though Wilson you are just are fearsome as the rumors about you say.” Crow was trying to start a dialogue as a way of distracting himself from his waning Lighting NE. It seemed that in these caves his connection was a bit stronger than it was outside however he still was having issues. He could fill the frustration and anger was growing in him. I can’t show any signs of weakness. I can’t be captured this easily just because I’m weak!
As the two hunters’ maintained eye contact Crow was glancing back at Quicksilver. The Gunslinger was sure if he went for the gun right now Wendigo wouldn’t waste the attack of opportunity. I guess I got no choice if I want to make it out of these caverns the kid gloves need to come off. I need to maintain focus I need to stay in control. Crow began to refocus himself and his connection to the NE around him. It was strange inside the Hollow Caverns, the rocks and small pools of water that ran through the caverns were enriched with NE. The fungi, insects, and any small critters that lived down here was small beacons of Natural Energy. However he could not sense a single thing outside of the caverns and he assumed it was the same the other way around. The cowboy gave the Silver Star Hunter a final glance before he brought his hand back seemingly about to launch an attack. However Crow changed it up at the last second and hit his hand into the ground. This released a burst of Lightning NE around him (if one were paying attention they would see in the sparks of blue there were some flickers of Red Lighting) obstructing himself with dust, rocks, and lightning. The Last Gunslinger made an electrically enhanced dash to Quicksilver. The moment he got the gun in his hand he reloaded it with the Trick and started shooting at the stalagmites above Wilson to knock them down on him.
Meanwhile somewhere outside of the Caverns, a bold boisterous voice spoke a large grin forming on his face as he stood up lifting his hand from the ground. “It seems like there is quite the commotion going on beneath the soil.”
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Post by HungryHunter on Jun 6, 2018 5:01:55 GMT
Wilson kept his eyes on Crow as he lowered his thermos. “It’s in the name.” He slowly returned the drink to a holster at his hip, watching Crow. He slid into his grounded stance when Crow drew back his arm, ready to power through another electrical attack, but the diversion surprised him. Wilson darted to the edge of the cloud but hesitated at the current crackling through it. He heard gunshots and pressed himself to the wall, but quickly realized the shots weren’t for him. He looked up to see falling rocks an inch away and his lungs automatically acted to defend him. “AWAY!” He roared.
The wave of wind pummeled the rocks to dust and dropped the temperature below zero again. He lowered his head to attack again, but a distant rumble met his ears. He hadn’t been abusing his shout for a simple reason. In these tight quarters it would be very easy to cause a cave in. Cracks began appearing overhead and pebbles began falling. Wilson turned to run, but the tunnel began collapsing right on his side, blocking off his exit. He spun on a dime and took off past Crow, running until his foot found empty air. He dropped about 20 feet into shallow water, landing on all fours. He looked up, finding himself in a circular room, about 50 feet square. The entire room had a couple inches of water, merely ankle-deep, with more running down the walls, leaving calcified columns.
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Post by Colt of Personality on Jun 20, 2018 3:11:37 GMT
A Crashing Moment as the Storm Begins to Rise!
The Gunslinger was in the middle of transitioning his movement into a roll when Wendigo released a powerful blast using his voice that shattered the stalagmites. As Crow’s momentum came to a stop he realized what was going on from Wendigo’s powerful voice. Their fight was causing a small cave in and the floor beneath them to crack and give way. Both hunters to fell to the level below them in the Hollow Caverns. (Along with the wood totem Crow was using to mediate) The agile Gunslinger was able to maneuver himself in air so he didn’t land face first. Instead Crow landed in a crouching position from a roll taking minimum fall damage. The cowboy took a minute to asset his surroundings. There seemed to be a single tunnel to the right and behind where Wendigo landed that seemed to lead deeper into the Caverns. The few inches of (properly highly NE enriched) water was an interesting element. Both of us could use the water here to our advantage. Wendigo could be able to freeze it and I could amplify my Lighting attacks. But if we are both standing in it we may take damage from our own attacks.
This fight was beginning to drag on and Crow was becoming increasing frustrated with this situation and with the Silver Star Hunter. I wanted to break away from the Bounty Hunter Association once I started to notice things within the organization turning against me. Then my connection to Natural Energy began to break. I didn’t mean for anyone to die as I left the group! But I had no choice I had to fight back against them! Now here I am dealing with Wendigo! Damn them! Damn Him! Damn Everyone! The normal blue/white of Crow’s lightning NE was beginning to change to a bright red. Small arcs of it were beginning to be absorbed by the totem. “It seems we are at the bottom level of the caverns. How about we stop pulling punches?” OVERCHARGE.”
A mysterious figure, who seemed to be a very large and muscular man stood outside the Hollow Caverns, a wide smirk/grin on his face as he took a deep breath. His voice carried a weight and presence to it. “Hmmm that smell. It seems like a storm is coming soon. I better hurry up and get what I need then head back before it starts.” The man entered the Hollow Caverns were currently the two bounty hunters were fighting
Crow’s body was covered in an aura of lighting NE, arcs of blue electricity were begin to peel off of him however while normally his eyes would have a light glow to them now there were glowing an angry red color. Also it appeared mix within the blue/white Lighting NE there was a growing amount of Red Lightning as well. It seemed that Crow was once again tapping into the energy of the anger, hate, and violence driven Red Storm!
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Post by HungryHunter on Jun 20, 2018 4:51:49 GMT
Wilson didn't speak when Crow roared the name of his powers. He just nodded and started to breath in. He didn't stop when any ordinary lungs would hit their limits. He began to swell in all directions, growing taller and broader in equal measures. By the end he stood 20 feet tall, icy whisps of mist escaping his lips. Blue and red reflected in his eyes. All he could think of seeing those lights were the emergency vehicles that came to arrest and hospitalize him when he first gained this body. Funny how memory worked. Those thoughts were confusing and painful. He lashed out his foot to snuff the lights.
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Post by Colt of Personality on Jul 2, 2018 1:41:19 GMT
(Violent) Storm Clash: Part III
Before Crow could even make a move in his Overcharged state, Wendigo who now stood over 20 feet tall and emitting freezing mist from his mouth, lashed out with a foot. Under normal circumstances Crow should have been punted into the wall however with the Red Storm influencing his Overcharged state he had caught Wilson’s foot much to Gunslinger’s determent. Internally the kick had did some damage; including crack if not break a rib or four, bruise his internal organs, and knock his head around. However the Red Storm was creating a static like charge in him that dampen his nerves causing all pain to be significantly reduced. The Gunslinger smirked, blood dripping from his mouth his eyes now a glowing crimson. As he spoke there was a distortion to his voice. “Come on White Devil is that all you got!!!!”
The Last Gunslinger gripped tighter on the White Devil’s leg as he began to conduct a dangerously high amount of Red Lighting NE through himself into the Storm Soul. If Wendigo didn’t want to suffer a violent shock he would need to free his leg. The electrical current he was generating was so powerful, arcs of it was peeling off and striking the walls and floor reducing them to chunks of rubble. The destruction was just getting started. The Rail-gun leapt back a bit as he drew his revolver and began to fire bullets of red lighting NE. “Lighting Draw.” The normally deadly precise Gunslinger was shooting wildly the lighting bullets destroying everything around them. The static charge running from him would not only his arm to stay still long enough for a precise shot. Within his mind the influence of the Red Storm grow stronger the clouding his mind with the static electricity. Meanwhile the wood totem Crow had been given before he entered the Hollow Caverns was glowing as it absorbed the ambient NE of the Red Storm.
Somewhere within the depths of the Caverns, the mysterious individual frowned slightly. “Hmm I understand what is going on now. It’s unfortunate that he didn’t seek help sooner but that is the mistake of youth. Then again whoever is influencing his connection to the Natural Energy around him is incredibly powerful. Even within the depths of the Hollow Caverns, where he is supposed to be cut off. It’s forcing him to rely on the more destructive abilities of his powers. At least the totem should be helping but just to be on the safe side. I’ll break the connection and influence myself!” The mysterious individual in wearing a crimson leather vest adorned in Native American symbols, leather gloves and braces, and khaki pants took a deep breath as the air between his hands vibrated slightly. “Grand Whirlwind.” The man strike the ground and the walls of the Hollow Caverns and then smirked. “That should do it. Now to find him before he is consumed by the Red Storm.” While it may have seemed like the stranger did nothing but cause a light breeze to past through the tunnels. The outside of the Hollow Caverns were surrounded by a nearly invisible whirlwind like storm with wind speeds of over 100mphs. This mighty use of NE had created an unbreakable seal where no outside could get into the Caverns whether they be physical or energy based.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 2, 2018 3:36:13 GMT
Wilson listened as best he could with the hunger gnawing at his whirlwind soul. He heard ribs snap with his kick. Four maybe five. He tried to draw his foot back, but Crow held tight. His cold eyes narrowed when Crow crackled and let loose his power. The lightning coursed right through Wilson, scorching him inside and out. He writhed and twitched, steam billowing from his torso and mouth as the lightning sublimated his heart. For the first time this fight, death was near. The only thing that could kill Wilson was the destruction of his heart, and lightning coursing through it was a good way to do it. He let out tiny gasps, each shrinking him just a touch.
He thrashed his foot, but Crow clung tight. His fading mind spat out an idea in desperation. He hated to do it in such an enclosed space, but he had little choice. He opened his mouth and shouted. "STORM GIANT!" Like before, it brought a rush of ice cold wind, but vaster by far in scale. Wilson's body shrank rapidly as the air left it, but more than that, it shot backwards, propelled by the stream of air. If Crow kept his grip, he would fly with Wilson. Wilson whipped his foot back so that Crow would be between him and the stone ceiling. His own body slammed hard into the wall as well, Crow or no Crow. His heart cracked further under the impact, causing him to gurgle in pain as he dropped to the floor below. Instead of a thin cushion of water, it was now just hard ice. His head spun, not just with pain but with hunter now. Lungs pierced by fragments of ice refused to draw a proper breath. His hands reached out to push him to his feet and slipped.
His hand reached out again and gripped the ground, pushing with his fingers until they smashed deep into the ice. He ripped out a chunk and stuffed it in his mouth. He greedily sucked the icy cold water that melted out, letting it sooth his cracked heart. His hand reached to his own canteen to supplement it, but his instantly knew something was wrong when he felt it. It was too wet. He grabbed it and held it in front of his eyes. A hole was punched straight through the canteen, all the water leaking out to create its slippery surface. He stared at the canteen for a long moment before his hand involuntarily squeezed shut and crushed it. He shot to his feet and spun to wherever Crow stood or lay. The ruined canteen fell to his feet. Wilson hunched over, dripping with water and wrath. "I'll kill you." He promised.
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Post by Colt of Personality on Jul 31, 2018 3:55:29 GMT
7 Great Wings Wendigo’s shrinking in size and the gale force like icy winds that he created by shouting was enough to force the Gunslinger to let go and be blown across the opening in the caverns. The freezing burst of wind created slick sheets of ice all over the caverns walls and turned stalagmites to jagged bits of rubble that would tear and slice at flesh. Crow’s body was send crashing through one stalagmite. Then he bounced off the ground a few times before it began to roll and slide on the cavern floor coming to a stop. The injuries piled up drastically as Crow was now covered in cuts and bruises. Yet somehow the red lighting still crackle and snapped off his body. Blood dripped from a nasty cut on his forehead into his right eye painting half his vision crimson. The Last Gunslinger could see Wendigo trying to heal his own wounds. Despite being in pain and severely injured the violent and destructive nature of the Red Storm forces Crow to slowly stand. He drew his gun on the weaken Silver Star Hunter just before Wendigo would realize his canteen is damaged. A demented smirk formed on his face as he began to charge Quicksilver with Red Lightning NE for Rail-Gun his signature attack. The Gunslinger smirked as he was about to pull the trigger but just as he was about to….. ”AAAARRRRRRGGGHHHHHHHH!”
The Gunslinger suffered an extremely violent and powerful short circuit like discharge of blue his normal blue and now crimson Storm NE. Meanwhile the wooden totem was also pulsing with the same combination of the two storm NE. Crow stumbled backwards dropping Quicksilver on the ground before he feel weaken before the ruthless Storm Soul now at his mercy. Crow grimaced in agony his one eye glowing blue while the other faded between the crimson of the Red Storm and its normal color with no NE. The Last Gunslinger attempted to reach for his gun but every time a bolt of electrical Storm NE would lash out at his hand. It was as it the revolver itself was rejecting him. Damn it! Not now! I can’t move my body! This is it! Wilson either going to kill me or capture me and take me into the BHA…… WHHHHOOOOOSSSHHHHHHH!
The sound of wind bellowed through the Hollow Caverns follow soon by gusts of wind so strong it would blow away normal men, dust and ice particles swirled in the air forcing Crow and maybe Wendigo to shut their eyes. Whenever they would open they would be greeted by the sight a new comer to the caverns. A tall dark skin man standing near 7ft tall with long dirty blonde hair and a bold smile stood there. Crow could see on the back of the man’s vest was a native tribal symbol of 7 large wings entwined. “Now, now gentleman I think this contest has come to a conclusion clearly the Gunslinger here is defeated. You Mr. Hunter surely you aren’t one to strike a man when he is down. Hmm I’m surely please let me introduce myself I am Jackson Cheveyo, the Great Sage of the West, the Great Desert Storm of *7 Winds of the Desert Hawk*” *Translates to*
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 31, 2018 7:19:38 GMT
Wilson shielded his eyes from the shower of sparks cast off by Crow's failure to use the rail gun. The opportunity was clear. He marched across the cavern and stopped before Crow. Dead or alive, the bounty said. Preferred alive. And so he would live. Wilson reached down to break Crow's gun arm. He would survive that. His fingers were inches away when the wind came blowing through. He shut his eyes against the storm, standing again to face the entrance. His eyes cracked to look and saw the massive man standing there. "I will strike as necessary." He looked specifically at the sage, not leaving Crow's side. "Do not interfere. This is BHA business. This man is a killer and he broke my thermos." He flashed his BHA card at the massive man, hoping it would be enough to drive him away. He couldn't keep fighting... but he would if he had to.
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Post by Colt of Personality on Oct 2, 2018 1:27:29 GMT
A Cold Wind Blows Conclusion: The Might of the 7 Great Wings
Jackson Cheveyo, the Great Sage of the Desert Wind, stood before the two bounty hunters who moments ago were locked in fierce combat. Jackson addressed the situation calmly looking from Wendigo, to Crow, to the broken thermos, to the BHA badge, and back to Wendigo. “I see so the Gunslinger broke your thermos. It must be special to you in some way. That is very unfortunate.” In a blur of movement so fast that not even Crow’s eyes could track Jackson went picked up the thermos then moved so he was standing between Wendigo and Crow. He held the thermos out to the Silver Star hunter. “I’m sure the Gunslinger here is very sorry for destroying this. As for these accusations of murder I can’t speak to this matter. But I believe one is innocent until proven guilty is he not.” The Supercharged Cowboy began to stir and move behind the Great Sage slowly getting to his feet. “Come on Wendigo. I told you I wasn’t going down without a fight”. The Last Gunslinger stood to continue the fight despite his injuries; unfortunately for him Jackson was having none of it. His confident cheerful smile turned to a frown quickly as he tones shifted to annoyance and frustration. “Excuse me a minute Sir Wilson, it seems as the Gunslinger here isn’t quite finished. Such a persistent child! Flapping of the Great Wings.” The Great Sage calmly wave him hand backwards at Crow who began to speak up. “Who are you calling a….” Without warning the Rail-gun’s voice is quickly drowned out by the powerful sound of a gale force like wind blowing in this one area. Because Wendigo was on the other side he would only feel a light breeze brushing past him for Crow however. The Gunslinger’s face, clothes, and body began to ripple as the tornado like wind began to hit him. In a split-second Crow was blown off his feet and sent backwards slamming into the wall with such force his body created a crater in it from the impact. And even after hitting the wall Crow continue to take the full force of the attack for several seconds so that he was completely unable to move. Once the wind stopped Crow was completely knocked out and Jackson turned back to Wendigo, this all took a few short seconds.
“Now Sir Wilson, back to our conversation. As for this being BHA business, well unfortunately for you they know better to mettle in my affairs. The Artemis Branch especially learned their lesson a long time ago. So, Sir Wilson I will ask this politely of you one time can you please walk away from this bounty here. You won this fight, I’m sure there is a way the Gunslinger here can repay you for your troubles. Besides wouldn’t it be more satisfying later on to defeat him when he is at his best. That way you have the satisfaction of defeating and capturing your bounty without a shadow of doubt.” Jackson waited for Wilson response unfortunately he did not seem like he like the Storm Soul would give up. “I see unfortunately if there is no other way to dissuade you. I will make this quick. I’m sorry for this Sir Wilson. Great Rising Cyclone.” Jackson suddenly swung his arms out in a wide circle and within seconds the second of rushing wind began to fill the Hollow Caverns until it the small area they were in was filled with the gale force like wind currents. Dust, stone, and ice particles were kicked up and blown around making it difficult for one to see anything. Whatever attack the Storm Soul may conjure would be lost in the gale force like winds and it would be soon to stay conscious let alone breathe as the attack would instantly take away one breath. Depending on Wilson’s resolve would determine how long he would remain conscious but, in the end, he would most likely pass out at which the winds of Jackson’s attack would come to a stop. The Great Sage of the Desert Winds looked around a bit and let out a sigh, “Hmmm so these are the type of Bounty Hunters you are nurturing Merrick Ajax, I don’t know whether I should be anxious or excited about the future of the BHA.” With that said Jackson calmly walked over and picked up the unconscious Gunslinger and hefted him over his shoulder. “So, you are to be my pupil. The Wandering Feathers contacted me to find a lost bird within the Hollow Caverns. Of course, you have to be Gunslinger.” Jackson then walked over and picked up the wooden totem that was originally given to Crow. The small eagle shaped totem was not glowing and giving off small arcs of blue and crimson Lightning NE. “I see your Natural Energy was corrupted at one point and it was tainting the rest of it. I guess it’s a good thing you seek helped when you did. If things would have continued you would lost complete control.” After gathering up the last of Crow’s things Jackson left the Hollow Caverns taking the Gunslinger with him.
Whenever the Storm Soul would wake up he would a note from the Great Sage attached to his thermos which was repaired as best as Jackson could manage. The message read as such: Dear Sir Wilson, I again apologize for how this how to end. I tried my best to repair your thermos that the Gunslinger destroyed in your early confrontation. Unfortunately, the Gunslinger is needed in the times that are coming to head so I couldn’t get let you take him this time. However, I hope that the Great Winds push you and the Gunslinger into each other again so that you two can have a proper conclusion. Your wounds are pretty severe I suggest you take some time and rest in the Hollow Caverns, the pools of water you will find are reach in potent Natural Energy and may speed up your healing process as well as relish and reinvigorate your body.
P.S. If you happen to speak to Merrick Ajax, tell him the former leader of the Artemis Branch says hi….and to stay out of my affairs regarding the Gunslinger.
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Post by HungryHunter on Oct 2, 2018 6:58:17 GMT
Wilson looked on with an expression that grew increasingly weary as he watched Crow get easily destroyed. This wasn’t a fight he could win, but it wasn’t a fight he could avoid. I’m sorry Jun. I never called to say where I was going. She’d never find him in this in this middle of nowhere cave, never know where he went. “You do not know me. I do not crave money or combat. All I want is my prey!” With that shout, he lunged, but he didn’t make it more than a step. The Rising Cyclone blinded him, pinning him in one spot without sight. For a moment, he thought it a smokescreen to attack him without repercussion.
Instead, it began to draw the air from his lungs. He gasped as the source of his power was stolen. His hands grasped in the flying water droplets and pebbles for his foes, but he was nowhere to be found. Wilson was on his knees, but he couldn’t remember falling. His last thoughts as he fell face down in the water were about how he would die gladly, but not alone in a cave. The ice on the cave’s ceiling twinkled like stars, but it only made him crave the actual night sky all the more. His eyes shut on them and all was dark.
Unexpectedly, Wilson felt himself moving again. Jun had told him about lives after death, but he was never sure he believed her. Now it seemed like it was true. He stumbled in the pitch black, finding his way around through touch alone. The feel of this place was not especially supernatural. In fact, it was just like the cave he had just been in. Relief dawned, but did not fully set in until he emerged into the desert once more, stars smiling down on him. He took deep breaths of cold air and threw off his wet clothes to lay on the desert’s stones. He would dry them by sunlight tomorrow, resting in the cave and replenishing himself with the cold waters of the deep pond. He lifted one thing from his pants and tapped some buttons. Most cellphones likely wouldn’t work here, but his was hardly normal.
“Hello? Wilson? What’s going on?” Jun’s voice came over as clear as the night sky. “My thermos was broken in a hunt.” Wilson fell into a seated position on the hard rock, staring wistfully at the punctured bottle. “That’s it? Wilson, I bought that at Walmart.” Jun hesitated a second after saying that. “I’m sorry. Where are you? I’ll come take you to Vorpal’s. We’ll get you a really nice thermos that cools liquids you put in it.” She finished and Wilson closed his eyes. “My clothes are wet. I need 8 hours the for sun to come up and dry them.” He calculated in his head, not sure how reasonable that was.
“That’ll be midnight here. Look, I’m grabbing my teleport scrolls and coming to you. Get ready with your coordinates and I’ll be right over.” She hung up, leaving him in silence. He sighed and walked back over to his clothes, stiffly stuffing them back on. He sat on the stone again and watched the stars, ready to be picked up. He needed to get dry and get a new thermos. Maybe whet his appetite on other hunts. But this was not the end. Crow would be his soon enough. He watched where Orion would soon occupy the sky. He was the scorpion who chased endlessly. I will sting your heel. He promised.
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