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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2018 15:09:50 GMT -7
As the guards pursued Spiderman, attempting to close the distance to ensure a better shot of the blue and red blur, Iron Fist got the drop on the lot of them. He implemented pressure point techniques, precision strikes that paralyzed arms, legs, or left some in writhing pain. While Fist agreed with the zero causality rule, he wasn’t onboard with being a human target. When people shot at him, he hit back… he engaged… it was just the way he worked. He was ‘karma-esque’ like that.
“Y’know, I’m kinda thinking of changing my name to ‘Dragon of Distraction’, kinda has a nice ring to it.” Daniel quipped to the dodging Spiderman after throwing one guard into an approaching two with a supernaturally forceful palm strike.
“You’re wasting your time here. Go and do what you’re best at, I got this.” he assured the wall-crawler. Iron Fist could handle what remained of the guards, it’s what HE did. It wasn’t glamorous, but then Fist had gotten used to taking a back seat to the likes of the esoteric ‘cool-kid’ clubs like the Avengers and Defenders (of which he was a 'sometimes' member).
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Post by razor on May 18, 2018 19:35:03 GMT -7
I told you When you hired me These things... -------------------- Jessica Jones was not a woman to mess with when she was tired, angry, or motivated. Unfortunately for everyone involved, she was all three of those things... Jess missed the feeling of weaving and dodging, ultimately getting to her target and punching them into next week. Made her feel like a superhero. Now she just felt like shit. It was just like dealing with Danielle all night. The gunfire didn't hurt Cage, but she was not a fan of it. So she had to dodge a lot more than Cage did, giving her less targets. "I thought this would bring me more sleep..." She said dryly, obviously annoyed.
As much as she was having fun before, the reason they were here was still threatening. Not just to her, but a lot of people. After that thought, she focused a lot more, dispatching a bunch more guards.
After they were all gone, she would look to Cage. She wondered where there would be some kind of power source... They had gone down, but that seemed to just take them into another weird lobby area... It had nice furnishing though, she couldn't deny that... Though most of the pieces had bullet holes through them and the nice, calm, neon blue lights were shattered, it looked like it could once be a nice place to sit and wait for... Whatever the hell you'd be at this place for. She picked up a couch that didn't get demolished by the bullets, and launched it across the room. "And that's just because I want to..."
-------------------- These things rarely end well
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Post by webdevil on Oct 22, 2020 1:04:26 GMT -7
Daredevil hung on with all his might, but could not stop the four-hundred and sixty pounds of muscle from tugging him forward and into Porcupine. Luckily the armored vigilante was right there to catch him and the two became entangled. But Fisk was not mad enough yet. He was still talking. This was good for the moment, but he needed Wilson to stall until Spider-Man and the others arrived. He sensed Jessica and Luke down below and prayed they made it to the secondary generator soon. Daredevil felt a sharp pain up his side; his stitches had reopened. And he was getting tired. At his peak, he could have mauled the Fat Man into mince meat. But this was not normal. This was a war. He fleetingly thought to the time he stormed Fisk's office one Christmas. After Fisk took everything from him. He gritted his teeth. Daredevil got back to his feet, sensing Porcupine do the same, bracing himself for the next attack. He needed only to say one thing in this fight to drive the mighty Kingpin into a raging bull. He felt a frame clink underneath his heel. Good timing. He smiled wickedly and kicked it forward with his foot. "I'm sure she's quite happy what you've done to "your" city after just getting out of prison. Isn't she, Willy?" he said. He knew Wilson Fisk was not sentimental. Save for one thing. Or, rather, one person. Vanessa. Cracked but frozen in glass. Just like his soul. Jaymi Rift razor OOC: LOOK WHAT THREAD IS BACK!
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Post by Jaymi on Oct 22, 2020 10:27:44 GMT -7
When you've been fighting for it all your life. You've been struggling to make things right. That's how a superhero learns to swing.
Spider-Man and Iron Fist rarely did much of the team-up work together, but they were in theory part of the same team. Plus, the bright colors of the wall-crawler made him a perfect target a lot of the time, and his speed and agility meant he could make himself plenty of a nuisance. The rest of the Defenders needed that sort of distraction and the pair used it as best they could with Peter drawing the attention, and guns, of the men below, leading them often into a group so Iron Fist could knock them down like the proverbial bowling ball.
Landing near Danny, who had just sent some of the pins to night-night land, the web-slinger took a quick, short break. They were in the middle of one of the biggest wars any of them had ever fought, so getting a breather when he could was essential to avoid getting shot.
"Think Cage and Jess are at the generator yet?" he asked hopefully before giving a small shake of his head. It didn't really matter. They would play at this game as long as they needed, keeping the other four as clear of the dregs of the army they were facing as much as possible. "Alright, round six-thousand and twenty-three. Hope you had your veggies today, Fist."
With that he was off and swinging again, thwipping his way through the area to find their next batch.
Every day, every hour Turn that pain into power.
Blood is spilled while holding keys to the throne. Born again but it's too late to atone. Hail to the King!
Wilson Fisk took the chance to take a few steps back from the costumed clods that stood against him, giving himself a bit of breathing room. The pair were worn down, exhausted. Of course, that often just made them more dangerous. He had been through this dance for years, he knew what made the vigilantes of New York City tick just as much as they knew him.
He glanced at the cane, discarded now, but not out of play yet, before Daredevil's words brought the large man's attention back to them and then the floor where a picture of Vanessa -- His Vanessa -- sat broken. A snarl left his lips, rage seething beneath the surface. It was exactly the reaction the blind man wanted, but perhaps it would be more than he bargained for. Instead of charging the pair like the dull Rhino, he spun about.
The Kingpin's massive paws grasped upon the solid oak desk of his station and, with a prodigious heave, sent the thing skipping across the office. It covered the distance between him and his costumed foes quickly, its size alone making it difficult to dodge as he moved behind it, ready to strike out as the pair attempted to do just that.
...Hail to the one...
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Post by razor on Dec 9, 2020 21:52:48 GMT -7
Jessica Jones "Have you ever been kicked in the nuts by a superhero?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ After what seemed to be ages, Jess and Cage made it to the room where the generator was. Ironically, this happened right when Spider-Man asking aloud if they had made it to the generator yet. Was that fate aligning the moments? Jess didn't know and Jess didn't even care. Hell, Jess wasn't even aware of the question asked. "Well, I can see why the two people with dull senses would want the lights off, but I dunno how we're going to manage. Meh, we don't need all of us though... One fatso in a suit isn't going to stop Spidey and Daredevil."All that said, Jessica would be careful to not underestimate Fisk. The last thing she needed was for this to get out of hand over some sort of miscalculation. Jess would knock on the ground a few times, just enough to the two people with sensitive hearing to know what was happening. Then, with a three count, the lights turned off. Other Information:AppTrackerVoice Example
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Post by webdevil on Dec 10, 2020 1:35:08 GMT -7
The benefit of enhances senses even without sight is the ability to not be distracted when it counts. It also allows you to pay attention to the minute details. The downside is having to dodge a heavy laden table when it is inhumanly tossed at you by an inhumanly large man and the only thing between you and escape is a man in a razor sharp suit of battle armor whom you narrowly avoided being cut to pieces on not seconds before. Telegraphing a move before it's made doesn't always save you from what comes. Daredevil barely got out of the way in time, but doing so put extreme strain on his knees and lumbar as he bridged, the edge of the wood skimming his nose and horned cowl. The table itself careened right into the Porcupine, whom despite being almost the same size in terms of height and weight as the Kingpin in that battlesuit, clearly didn't have the strength of the big man and as such took the full force of the table which drove him right into the wall next to the window, putting a massive dent into it and pinning him down for a moment. Porcupine was cursing unintelligibly as he desperately tried to break himself free from his newfound prison while the Man Without Fear got his enraged nemesis unfocused. So much so that he wasn't paying attention to the fact he just tossed the table that had all his security cameras and equipment that was keeping an eye on his team as they scurried about down below. Fisk's last mistake. CHOOM.
A distant rumble several floors below that only Daredevil could hear or feel clicked underneath his feet. Seconds after that, he heard a sharp clap above, indicating the lights had gone out. A few heartbeats later, another violent rumble could be felt, indicating the Cages had done their job and were on their way up. Which meant Spider-Man and Iron Fist would be too. And the world had become dark from up on high. The Devil smiled, gave a sharp twist til the faint pop of his back was heard, and led in with his billy clubs, unleashing a violent flurry of kneecapping strikes and as many blows as his body could muster to Fisk's joints and pressure points, hoping to take the big man off his feet. RiftJaymirazor
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Post by Rift on Dec 26, 2021 1:38:12 GMT -7
Time seemed to crawl to a snail's pace. Spider-Man had landed, said something, and was off again but Danny hadn't heard whatever quips his friend had made. Instead he was what other may have called "in the zone" but to him it was something more. He was aware of everything at once. The sound of a magazine slammed into a weapon as it was reloaded, the faint click of trigger's being pulled, the smell and sound of sweat as it rolled from the brow of those firing at them. He moved with the grace of a dancer, maneuvering through Kingpin's men with ease. A snapped elbow here, a dislocated knee there, a chop that sliced weapons in two every now and then. He was like the wind flowing over the battlefield leaving broken bones, pinched nerves, and contusions as he fought on. To onlookers it would have been quite the sight, a scene from a Hong Kong action flick come to life. To Danny it was simply breathing. He was aware of all and of nothing all at once, his movements similar to the katas Time seemed to crawl to a snail's pace. Spider-Man had landed, said something, and was off again but Danny hadn't heard whatever quips his friend had made. Instead he was what other may have called "in the zone" but to him it was something more. He was aware of everything at once. The sound of a magazine slammed into a weapon as it was reloaded, the faint click of trigger's being pulled, the smell and sound of sweat as it rolled from the brow of those firing at them. He moved with the grace of a dancer, maneuvering through Kingpin's men with ease. A snapped elbow here, a dislocated knee there, a chop that sliced weapons in two every now and then. He was like the wind flowing over the battlefield leaving broken bones, pinched nerves, and contusions as he fought on. To onlookers it would have been quite the sight, a scene from a Hong Kong action flick come to life. To Danny it was simply breathing. He was aware of all and of nothing all at once, his movements similar to the katas he practiced day in and day out. Half meditation, half combat he was gathering his mental, physical, and spiritual strength all while fending off attackers with relative ease. With his eyes closed anyone who could have seen him would not be faulted for thinking he was asleep, but when he felt and heard the explosion from above he knew that Luke and Jessica had completed their mission and his eye opened wide. A final attacker approached him from behind only to fall victim to a devastating kick known as the Unseen Venom Strike Second variation, the enemy's head snapping backwards as he experienced whiplash from the blow. Turning around he glanced at the now still battlefield and simply asked, "Next?"Receiving no answer he smiled. With piles of enemies laying around him Danny stepped over a foe Spider-Man had webbed and approached headed up to join the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. webdevil Jaymi razor
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