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Post by bio858 on Jun 11, 2020 18:16:46 GMT -7
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While the Devils planned their video, the mobsters would wait within the lobby as their friend was being operated on. Several paced in place, angry that their friend was hurt on the scene. They believed that Daredevil was the one responsible, and needed to get payback as soon as possible. One of the mobsters, particularly Mosalev, would call one of his higher ups on the details of what happened to one of their men.
[<"Hello. Sir, we'll need men for a manhunt. Kolznak has been hurt bad by that Devil, and he took the others with him. We can't stand for this any longer!">]
He would speak more on his outrage, prepared to go out himself in need be to avenge his fellow brother in arms. The Daredevil must not be allowed to go on living after these transgressions.
[<"Please let us know when you find the bastard. I'll gladly go and cut the horns off his decapitated head myself!">]
And so, Mosalev and his fellow mobsters would wait until their allies would find the Daredevil. It wouldn't take them long to locate hopefully, unless Jigsaw calls them in first. Either way, the gun fight should pull their attention soon, and possibly provide another thorn at the vigilante's side.
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Post by webdevil on Jun 17, 2020 2:00:55 GMT -7
Daredevil sensed the cache of hidden emergency weapons Jigsaw had throughout his body but he was barely fast enough to react to them. The smoke didn't do much to a blind man with a Radar Sense, but that bought Jigsaw a chance to scramble like a wild brawler would - or a desperate thug trying to get away - by tossing a few garbage cans. That was easily evaded by Daredevil backing away. Unfortunately that bought Jigsaw time to get to the hidden weapons cache beneath them. And a taser. Daredevil decided to live up to his moniker and chuckled a hoarse laugh that frightened even the likes of Ghost Rider. He knew it must've sounded like a sick madman when even the guy with the flaming skull flinched. He heard the taser whine and the prongs fire, hitting him directly into the twin Ds that looked as if they were pushing out of his chest like bloody scars. And lazily sparked off the crimson costume like a battery that just got wet. Daredevil almost wanted to burst into hysterics while telling him the suit was shock proof and that a common taser was useless. But he didn't. Instead, he headbutted the incoming fist with his reinforced horned cowl, his teeth gritting and casually sidestepping the second garbage can. "You're right, Jigsaw. You're not a threat. You're a joke. One so sad no wonder Frank takes pity on you and hasn't just finished you like he does a common jaywalker. Think about that, Russo: You're worth less than a jaywalker." barked the Devil cruelly. This was when Jigsaw spoke again. Jigsaw had extracted a knife and entered a military stance and went on the offensive. It was cautious compared to his previous botched attempts to escape Daredevil. Daredevil in turn matched it by breaking off his billy club into escrima sticks and exchanging a quick sequence of blows to bat aside the knife strikes. Daredevil quickly used the momentum to try and push Jigsaw into the wall. He wanted answers. "Yeah. Me. And you're gonna talk. WHY WERE YOU AT THAT FIRE, TONIGHT!? HOW DOES THIS TIE TO THE MOBSTERS!?" he snarled savagely. Daredevil was quite done playing games. The sirens got louder. The cop car was outside the alley. He could feel the lights of the sirens warmth press his skin even in this weather. He turned his head, distracted. Stupid! Not now!
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Post by kingrico on Jun 30, 2020 18:17:59 GMT -7
Introduce a little anarchy. Upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos. I’m an agent of chaos… ----------------------------------------- Billy chuckled at the remarks about a Jaywalker his words did little too but him, “ Hahaha… Jaywalkers mean nothing in grand schemes of things. Let me…” before he could finish his sentence Jigsaw would see himself being rushed into the wall. The daredevil tone was aggressive and firm sure to break the will of some given time, but time was not on his side today. “ You know I always liked you Devil boy… So... so much character and hurt. Abused much while little? Perhaps you want to cover up a hurt… Hahahahaha” Billy would say before he noticed Daredevil distracted kicking him in the gut and blaming him into the wall, he proceeded to run down the alley jumping on a fire escape ladder climbing up into a door. “ Little prick will learn sooner or later” he chuckled as he walked through a restaurant kitchen waving his pistol. He would pull out his phone calling his Russian friends, ” Glad to hear from you I need you at the Gotham Plaza the job is done, I have a present for you the Daredevil is here. Let's just say he will be looking for me, perhaps you will like to finish him” Billy would say before chuckling hanging the phone up. He continued his walk right out the building and across the street into an empty building, he had several weapons in here stored for emergencies. He knew sooner or later Daredevil will come, the question is will he be prepared to die. [/font]
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Post by bio858 on Aug 6, 2020 14:28:17 GMT -7
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Mosalev would wait until he got the call back from Jigsaw. It seemed he was with the defectors that the Russians identified as the Ukranians. That meant it was time for them to move.
<"Time to move my friends. I'll send the message to the rest of our allies, but it seems the Devil is with the rest of the traitors. We will dispatch all of these bitches at once. Now let's go! Ivan will be here when we get back!">
The rest of his allies would get up out of their seats and walk out with Mosalev. Their aim was to get to the location before the rest of their allies. As Mosalev sent the message to the rest of his allies, they'd all walk out in preparation for the fight ahead of them. They just needed to get to their vehicles for the rest of their arsenal. As of right now, they were all only equipped with a few handguns hidden on their person. Though, as they exited the building, they may find themselves with a bit of a lethal surprise.
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Post by Ysmir on Aug 6, 2020 21:04:10 GMT -7
Disclaimer: This is Punisher, it's gonna get violent. TL;DR if that bothers you -- he kills a bunch of Russian mobsters. Last line is PG."I send them to hell. I sleep just fine." Forty-four. Forty-three. Forty-two. Forty-one.Frank counted in his head as he sat in the driver's seat of his van. The engine was idling, making little noise. The van was positioned across the street from the hospital that the thugs had hauled their buddy to. Frank felt the broken banger had earned his brief bit of respite; his friends hadn't earned that yet. Frank knew their type; had seen them around once or twice, sure, but more importantly, they were in league with the sickest f**k of them all. He didn't need to know much else to know that the streets wouldn't weep for them. Twenty-two. Twenty-one. Twenty. Nineteen.He hoisted up his tool of the evening; H&K G36K chambered in 5.56 NATO hollow point, with an underslung bayonet, sidebar compensator, muzzle brake, and integrated holographic sight. Maximum efficiency, maximum stopping power, zero tricks or gimmicks. Their liberal use of cell phones would be their undoing; he knew that they were after Red. What he didn't know was why. He wanted to find out. He watched from a distance as his countdown finished. Right on queue, the mobsters exited from the hospital and moved with purpose. They seemed especially eager to get their hands on the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. They wouldn't get the chance. "Da, da, <of course, it is right here. Just need to open the doors, friend.>" One of the mobsters -- taller guy, dumb beard and oily hair -- reached for the back doors of their vehicle to retrieve their weapons. Click."See, friend? Easy as--" KRAKOOOOOOMThe wire charge was triggered the moment he pulled the latch to open the back doors, causing the deposit of approximately three hundred grams of ammonium nitrate into the fuel tank of their vehicles. The following reaction sent the SUV skyrocketing into the air while engulfed in flames, showering the immediate area in shrapnel and debris. The two by the back door had been blown across the pavement and were out of the fight already. One of the thugs closer to the car was currently dragging himself along the hospital parking lot, a shard of metal sticking out of his thigh and leaving a trail of crimson behind him. He swore in Russian. The four by the other vehicle looked over in horror. <"Ambush! AMBUSH!--">, one yelled as he reached for his belt. But he never got the words out. POOM POOMTwo well-placed hollow points to the back blew out most of his chest cavity and killed him instantly, with the other three left standing looking on in horror. They spun around with weapons drawn to find the one responsible. POOMAnother dropped, this time from a shot to the temple that splayed his skull open. The last two went back to back. Smart. But it wouldn't save them. <"Brother! Brother, do you see!? Do you see anything!?>", one asked in a panic. "No! <No, it's like a ghost! Shit!>", the other replied. He had a few minutes before the cops showed up here, too. Had to finish this. Ca-clinkBoth men looked down at the source of the metallic sound, guns drawn. A grenade. Pin pulled. Their eyes widened. One managed to dive away in time, but the other was frozen by anxiety. The fragmentation device exploded and sent hundreds of shards of shrapnel into the thug's unprotected torso, and the force of the shockwave blew him off of his feet. The last survivor watched in anguish as his ally coughed and sputtered his final breaths. Scrambling to his feet, the lone mobster turned to run. SCHINKHe looked down at the hand that held a KA-BAR combat knife, driven directly into his stomach. Frank Castle stood opposite to him wearing cold detachment in his eyes. He let the man live just long enough to see the skull painted on his chest -- and then ripped the knife out and dragged it across his neck. Frank dropped the choking mobster to the ground to expire and turned, walking to the actual last survivor who still writhed in pain a few yards away. A broken fender had found its way into his thigh. Frank rooted about in the mobster's pocket, who was too blinded by his agony to even notice. Frank removed his phone. "Thanks," he said tersely. Castle turned away; the fender had pierced the man's femoral. He had about five minutes to live, seven tops. No need to waste a bullet. Frank started his van and took off into the city, putting his on-board computer systems to work triangulating the cellular devices of the squad headed toward Daredevil. He aimed to get there first.
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Post by webdevil on Aug 9, 2020 0:52:24 GMT -7
Jigsaw's quick shot and knuckle duster combo caught the Man Without Fear off guard, so much so, the momentum of the blow rocked him on his back. That hurt. Good going, Murdock. He wondered for a brief second - for what seemed like a nearly nightly ritual - what it must've been like to see stars. "Daredevil!" called the officer, lowering his weapon and running to assist. The officer turned to his partner. "Radio backup! That building's a dead end! No where to go!" "Richards! That's Daredevil!"
"No $#!^, sherlock! Now do as I ask! I'll check on him!"Daredevil recognized the voice. Officer Richards. He began to pull himself up as the uniform got to him. "It was Jigsaw." he said curtly. "Yeah, I saw. Didn't have a clean shot." said Richards, holstering his gun and trying to help Daredevil up to his feet. "And what's my excuse?" said Daredevil darkly. "I remember Hellzone, Hornhead. You got nothing to worry about here." Daredevil exhaled a low grunt in acknowledgement, stretching himself out. "You gonna be ok?" said Richards. "Just my ego's been bruised." the Man Without Fear replied dryly. "Ok. Get home - wherever you hole up - and get some sleep. SWAT'll be here soon and they're not Kitchen unis. They will try to take you as well." said Richards but Daredevil held a hand up and began preparing himself for his next move. "And if you send SWAT in there, they're going to get themselves killed." replied Daredevil, rolling out his neck and shoulders and picking up his billy clubs and snapping them together. "The place is holed up with only one entrance or exit. He's trapped." Little did Richards know, Daredevil had been scanning the building that Russo went into the entire time they had been speaking. At least right after he got back to his feet. "He's also loaded it with more weapons than Fort Ryan. But by all means - -" he said as he fired his club towards the top of the fire escape just to his right. "What do you mean?" asked Richards but before he could answer, the cable whined and Daredevil launched himself towards the rooftops. Russo wouldn't admit it - scum like him always needed a sense of control - but he didn't fool him one bit. Jigsaw was terrified. But a terrified animal was wild. And dangerous. That was when he heard gunshots. Wild, erratic, but growing closer. ping
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He could feel the heat surround his heels as he rolled for cover. Dammit! Now what!? Finding a rooftop island, he ducked behind it, getting a ricocheting bullet to follow as it bounced off the brick by the side of his head. After a few more seconds of bullets, he recognized Russian. Jigsaw's "backup" was early. "Не усложняй это, дьявол. Вы знали, что это произойдет."He didn't recognize what they said, only that there was about six of them. They must've gotten ahead of Jigsaw's latest call, which only meant more were coming. But this crew got ahead of them. Probably when I was chasing him thru the plaza, he thought as he began to think of a plan. He closed his dead eyes. God help him.
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Post by kingrico on Aug 15, 2020 10:43:08 GMT -7
Introduce a little anarchy. Upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos. I’m an agent of chaos… ----------------------------------------- Jigsaw very much had the building rigged as it was one of Skinless man buildings, Jigsaw always had things planned for the most part to keep things under his control. From his position on the 5th floor, he would put a speaker by the vent playing Laughing, the song could be heard throughout the building as the masked villain grabbed his gun bag running off. Some more Russian mobsters came through the secret Tunnel in the basement to give him assistance, though he would notice that some were missing which wasn’t a good sign. “ Must...Must I do everything” Jigsaw would say looking at the Russians. He would lick his lips taking a deep breath before grabbing the lead mobster throat, “ Where the f**k is the rest of you!” He would yell, pulling out his knife rubbing it across the man's face. “ Crazed freak Punisher got em!” The man said trying to keep his cool even though deep down he was scared, Jigsaw would let him go, throwing him back. Things were actually coming together nicely in his eyes, Chaos would be made, rules would be broken, and anarchy will soon follow after. “ Go set up in the building men, I'll handle the officers… It’s time to have some fun” Jigsaw would say laughing as he rushed to the second floor, he would run to the furthest window in the back pulling out his AEK-999 machine gun. He would load it up with armor-piercing bullets before cocking it back, looking at the time he would wait to allow the officers to set up “ And...here...we...go…” the psycho would say before bullets started ripping away at the vehicles. Several of the bullets would miss the officer Daredevil had just recently talked to and instead hit his partner, the partner would be an almost unrecognizable disfigured body. The sight would make Jigsaw laugh even more as he continued firing away, killing two more officers before leaving the spot, he would tell one of the Russian mobsters to man the gun and continue firing. He knew he had to keep moving to throw off his location, he wasn't too worried about the incoming swat team he could take them out himself if he wanted to. He would grab a microphone going up to the third floor before turning up to as loud as possible, he wanted everyone to hear and understand what was happening. “ Introduce a little anarchy. Upset the established order, and people began to fear what they don’t understand. You see I am that fear you know of, tonight is the start of a little anarchy” he would say laughing before throwing a Molotov cocktail out the window and down below.
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Post by bio858 on Aug 19, 2020 16:58:51 GMT -7
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Mr. D spoke had just finished his speech in front of the camera, as the other masked Devils lit the poor man on fire. The job was done, and he'd soon have the footage put up online for all to see. With them all exiting the building to drive to another hideout, they'd allow the flames to envelop the cross, fully burning the injured Russian. They wouldn't care if the abandoned building burnt over. The entire group had already made their escape after all. However, they had another issue to deal with. One that involved intense gunfire on the streets. Something they could all hear from their next hideout. The woman with the caramel colored skin would start to speak. She'd place a hand upon her tied up frizzy hair, showing obvious frustrations upon her face despite the makeshift Daredevil mask upon her face. She was the one identified as Mrs. B. "Those bastards are still shooting their damn guns like they own the place! Goddamn it!"Another man wearing a full-body Daredevil costume would start to speak up next. His costume wasn't an exact replica of the original, but it was custom made from a special site on the dark web. One that allowed for some light armored areas within the costume for protection. He would be called Mr. A. "They'll just keep getting more and more people killed on the street! No matter our message, they'll never be afraid. They'll just get angrier and angrier. Who are we fooling? This'll just get us killed in the end."Mr. D would then interject, aiming to reinstate why everyone decided to do this in the first place. He would be wearing a suit and tie, with a simple Daredevil mask upon his head as well. What everyone didn't know was that his suit was custom made to be bulletproof and knife-resistant, similar to Mr. A's costume. "Perhaps, but we never planned to make it through this mission of ours alive. We did this to keep our friends and our families safe. If we give up now, then we may as well give up on them. Now, how about we go out there and reclaim our city?"Everyone would go out there and give out a silent nod. "Alright, then suit up. They'll be armed and dangerous. So we'll need to go in with our vests. The rest of our specialized suits will come in eventually. Until then, remember to let me and Mr. A go in first. Everyone else follow in line. Mr. C, make sure to cover us, but don't go for lethal shots. Aim for the limbs if you can, but if someone is in danger, then go for the kill. I'm not risking any of our lives."Mr. C would nod, preparing his sniper rifle. The rest of the 9 "Devils" would pick up their own respective melee weapon, and put on their own kevlar vests. All of them seemed ready for war. The New, Not Dead RussiansOther than the ones that were with Jigsaw, holed up in a building and opening fire and the several police officers parked down below, more reinforcements decided to come in. The only problem was that there were a few police vehicles parked around the building that blocked off the Russian's path. That was an issue, especially as Daredevil started to grapple up to the roof of the building where the rest of their comrades were stuck in. At least they saw Jigsaw having fun, firing down upon the officers below upon his perch from a second story window. With about 7 vehicles on the North-side of the street, and about 5 vehicles on the South-side, they had the police and their cruisers sandwiched by two large groups of Russian mobsters. They knew more cops would be on the scene eventually, but they needed to take advantage and take out the Devil now. So, a few tried to fire at an upwards angle towards the Vigilante grappling upwards, while taking cover behind their own respective vehicles. The rest of the Russians at both sides of the street were then attempting to pin down the cops, firing upon them and their vehicles. Someone needed to come in fast, before all the officers got torn to shreds.
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Post by Ysmir on Aug 19, 2020 21:46:09 GMT -7
"I send them to hell. I sleep just fine." "Bros' d'yavol!", a Russian mobster on the rooftop called out. He fired from the hip at the rooftop island that Matt Murdock hid behind, spraying the ground in front of him with sparks from the grazing bullets. The other five thugs accompanying the man laughed. Another stepped up, pumping a 12 gauge Remington and firing a shell off at the island. BOOF. "Da! Zdes' ty umresh', d'yavol!", he taunted. "Come, friend. Do not be making this hard on us, da? You die here."The six armed thugs stood across, waiting for any sign of Daredevil's movement. When they saw he wasn't one for taking the easy way out, the lead of the pack sighed and stepped forward. "Fine. We kill you slo--"Fthip.The back of the thug's head exploded, showering his friends behind him with blood and bits of skull and brain matter. They blinked in disbelief, as if not registering what they were seeing. No shot had been heard, no muzzle flash seen. But the Devil could hear the most subtle of firearm discharges, coming from well over a block away and approximately a hundred feet elevated. With the lightshow going on at the ground level, the Punisher's suppressed battle rifle was like a whisper in the wind. As his corpse crumpled to the ground, another thug's head recoiled backward. His eyes rolled back and a line of crimson trickled down the front of his face as he fell to the ground. Fthip. Fthip.Another two bodies dropped cold. Only two were left standing. "The f**k? The f**k!? D'yavol! D'yavol!", one of the remaining two yelled as he turned and attempted to run. Disheartened and disoriented, they'd be at the Devil's mercy. At the ground level, the firefight went on in earnest. A squadron of New York's finest, awaiting their SWAT backup with bated breath, were barely holding out against the onslaught of Jigsaw's suppressive fire and the wild gunshots coming from both sides of the street they found themselves pinned on. A lone officer cowered for dear life behind his cruiser, hellfire raining down on all sides as he lifted a radio to his mouth. "We're getting eaten alive out here! We need backup, now! Send every god-fuckin'-damn unit if you gotta!", he said, and a stray bullet nearly took his hat off. He cursed and ducked down. The officer went to return fire, but something in the night sky above the scene of battle caught his eye. A projectile with a trail of flame erupting from behind shot across the air. Directly into the middle of the seven mob cars on the east end of the street. BAH-BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMThe AT-4 unguided missile struck true with Frank's careful aim, erupting directly in the center of the idiotic Russian thugs who decided to group themselves together. Three of their vehicles were caught in the fireball, the fuel lines igniting and causing a brilliant plume of flame and smoke to shoot up into the sky, so high that even those on the nearby rooftops could see it. Frank Castle had entered the fray, and nobody besides Daredevil and Russo knew it yet. "Holy--!... Return fiyah, return fiyah, now!", the lone officer commanded, and the reinvigorated police began fighting back against their oppressors.
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Post by webdevil on Aug 19, 2020 22:17:22 GMT -7
Not exactly what I had in mind...Daredevil could hear any gunshot fired from any direction. Even amidst a wicked firefight with Molotov cocktails and more Russians at the ground level opening fire - more spraying and praying than trying to hit an actual target (aside from himself) - enhanced senses were useful when one was using a warzone to commit an assassination. He recognized the type of gun fired. Even when it was muzzled. Military grade. And not many had access to that particular brand. He followed the wind the bullet cut across to a steady and heavy heartbeat. A thunderclap amidst his creaking kevlar. Frank.The phrase "speak of the Devil" became even more ironic than ever... Unless he was tracking Jigsaw, in which case... He just led a lunatic to his own execution. An RPG - Frank's no less - fired and, his aim being as sharp as ever, dropped right in the middle of the cars below, creating a cascade of fire that Daredevil felt even behind the brick and mortar of the rooftop. And more bodies. With the Russians picked off (only two were left standing and they were busy scrambling away from Frank's line of fire), that left Officer Richards, who was barely hanging on behind the cover of his cruiser's reinforced door. And Jigsaw winding up from behind his windows. Little did Russo realize was that this building was a Hellzone survivor. When Tony Stark and Damage Control came in for the restoration process of the Kitchen, buildings that managed to walk away relatively intact only received token patchwork. Which left the majority of the exterior - and the walls within - their original structural integrity. Weakened. And Daredevil needed no eyes to see his target. He fired his cable club and let the winch do the rest of the work and hurled him forward like a crimson lawndart. He would hit the most vulnerable part of the weakened wall and feel it crumble from the razor sharp impact. With Jigsaw behind it. Though not before Jigsaw was able to get off another Molotov aimed right for Officer Richards. Daredevil twisted into a corkscrew, pumping both legs to propel himself a few more inches than he would have without doing so. Aiming his legs, he drove his feet together. CRANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG!Move, Murdock, Move!If his blow hit like intended, Jigsaw would be out cold. And hopefully unconscious enough that Frank won't think to go looking in there. Better in lockup than in the morgue. But he couldn't think about that. He extended his feet and began to coil on the exterior portions of the wall. He sprung again. Down.
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FOOOOM!The flames erupted just seconds before he could get there. Officer Richards howled in fright as the fire began to travel along the concrete towards his car. He flipped over the door. He landed. Don't think. Do. He grabbed Richards. Cable Club clicked. Fwwiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiipp
CLINK* "HANG ON!" Daredevil bellowed and grabbed Richards around the waist, allowing the winch to take over. WHIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. WHUMP.The sudden impact of his ribs hitting the fire escape opposite of the rooftop he leapt from seconds before roared right through his body. PULL!He raised his arm and Richards regained enough of his senses to scramble over the railing and deposit himself on his rear end. Daredevil held on and began to pull himself over. "NO! YOU HANG ON, DEE! I GOTCHU!" screamed Richards as he tried pulling the Man Without Fear's near two-hundred pound frame over the edge to safety.
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Post by kingrico on Aug 28, 2020 11:18:19 GMT -7
Introduce a little anarchy. Upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos. I’m an agent of chaos… ----------------------------------------- Jigsaw would let off another laugh as he watched the police get torn to pieces, it would be short lived as Daredevil came bussing through the wall towards Jigsaw. Out of pure Military instinct, he would leap sideways just enough to miss the full force of his hit, as Daredevil would catch his right side barley he would still go flying but would not be knocked out. He wasn’t dum though he would lay there slowing his breathing and acting like he was dazing into darkness, luckily the Punisher's actions would distract Daredevil enough to leave and save his pig friend. “ Weakness is the downfall of all men big and little, everyone has a weakness… everyone has fear!” Jigsaw would say to himself as he stood up coughing. His right side was slightly in pain but it was nothing he couldn’t shake off in a few minutes, “ The pen is truly mightier than the sword!” Billy would say walking down the stairs passing some Russian mobsters taking one of their guns, " Kill them. KILL THEM ALL" he would say as he continued walking to the first floor. Unfortunately, Billy had yet to realize the Punisher was also here not that he would care a bit, oh how much more exciting was his night about to get in just a few minutes. As he headed towards the front a foolish uniformed officer grunts would blast through storming the dark first floor, in the darkness waited Jigsaw quietly… Patiently. The room fell silent; it was an eerie feeling for the team, “ Something is not right…”an officer would say before Jigsaw would launch out grabbing one of their guns snatching it away. Shots would let loose as he would demonstrate why he is such a deadly opponent, he would break the officers arm before turning him moving sideways allowing his body to get tore up. He would swiftly move around to the side grabbing another soldier up punching him in his throat, before kicking him into the concrete. The noise would catch his partner's attention who would fire in the direction, as he turned his flashlight on he would notice he shot his partner in the head. His distraction would be his downfall as Bill knocked his helmet off before grabbing his head and smashing it repeatedly into the concrete, the side of his face completely open with pieces of his brain on the floor. ” Now comes the part where I relieve you, the little people, of the burden of your failed and useless lives.” Jigsaw would say as he picked up a gun firing it at their legs watching the remaining six officers buckle, as he walked out into the open of the officers would say something out loud. “ You're going to get what you deserve Scum!” Jigsaw would pull his mask off smiling before bending down to the officer laughing evilly, “ I’ll tell you what you get! You get what you f**k**g deserve!” without further hesitation he would shoot the remaining officers in the face before, closing the door and walking to the basement.
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Post by bio858 on Sept 15, 2020 16:18:03 GMT -7
DevilsA miracle, if you could call something like this that, seemed to occur as a One Man Army arrived to take out one of the groups of Russians that was hitting the southern flank of the few remaining cops left. Not questioning the help, the cops would take the opportunity to fire upon the northern forces of the Russian mobsters, with some of the officers rushing inside the building to try and arrest Russo and the rest of the mobsters that were hidden inside. Yet, another miracle would still occur despite that. Five masked individuals wearing Daredevil masks would get behind the mobsters at the northern end of the street. Through acrobatics and fighting technique, these vigilantes would use their various weapons like bats, hockey sticks, batons, tasers, and the like to batter down and defeat the rest of the mobsters at the Northern flank. With the thugs out of the way, that freed the streets up for the officers to all rush in, with some still staying behind cover to wait for back up. Things were looking up as the Devils rushed to one of the alleys to climb up the building, away from the sight of the officers. "Did we just get saved by the Punisher...and a gang of...Daredevils?"Another officer would reply, "Don't question it Phil. We got a job to do."Returning to the Devils, one of the masked individuals would speak through her radio, telling their leader she was all clear. "We took care of our end Mr. D!""Then it's our turn. Let's go eveyrone!"The other four Devils would jump from rooftop to rooftop, deciding to ignore the commotion on the roof. He imagined the real Daredevil and the Punisher had that covered. They needed to address the source of all this mayhem in the first place. And that meant taking down Jigsaw. Hence, they would scale down the rooftop to jump through a second story window. With these 4 Devils with him, they'd take out any altercations in their way. Mr. D would utilize his own batons to smash in one of the knees of a mobster with a powerful swing with his right arm. He'd quickly follow up with a another swing to the downed mobster's face with the other baton with his left hand. Utilizing the right wall, he'd quickly descend down the staircase and jump off the wall to deliver a flying roundhouse to the jaw of another Russian thug. As for the other Devils behind him, they'd be cleaning house with whatever other mobsters were in their wake. Mr. D on the otherhand, needed to address Russo as quickly as he could. They'd see that Russo had murdered a few more officers that rushed into the building, as he decided to foolishly walk outside to try and shoot down the rest. Thankfully, the officers took cover behind their cars as Russo tried to shoot them down with his machine gun. With only a few getting hit at the arm here and there, he'd decide to try and retreat back down towards the basement. Mr. D and the other 3 Devils followed quickly behind, with Mr. D jumping off the wall to provide him extra momentum for his forward thrust towards Russo's back as the Villain got to the door. If this maneuver succeeded, Billy would be knocked down a few stairs until he lands on the floor of the basement. This would allow the other 3 Devils to rush in themselves to take Russo on. Mr. D would would make sure to dash towards Billy's right flank, as 2 other Devil's aimed to tackle Billy to keep him pinned on the ground. The last Devil would hopefully use his bat to repeatedly bash Billy's head in if the other 2 Devils succeed at pinning Billy to the ground.
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Post by Ysmir on Sept 25, 2020 18:32:31 GMT -7
"I send them to hell. I sleep just fine."
The moment he fired that missile, Frank knew his position was compromised. But that was all according to plan -- the Devil had his back against the wall in all of this mess. As much as the horned vigilante pissed him off to no end, Frank didn't think he deserved to die. He discarded the AT-4 and hoisted up his rifle, leaping from the balcony of the burnt out apartment building he set up in. He dropped about ten feet down and six feet across an open alley and landed in a crouching roll on a rooftop just across, bouncing back to his feet. It hurt his knees a bit, but he'd survive. His sights set on the escalating conflict, Frank began his mad dash across the rooftops masked by the dead of night to try and reach Red in time. Halfway to his destination, something peculiar caught Frank's eyes; on the streets below, he saw a swath of red charge from the opposite end of the street behind the last group of armed thugs. He slowed his jog across the rooftop to move to the edge of the roof, looking down to the sight. Devils -- but none of them were his Devil. His hand clenched into a fist as he witnessed the group of copycat vigilantes start to take down the remaining mobsters. It seemed they had training, but it wouldn't matter to Frank; that mask wasn't theirs to wear. Ignoring that for now, Frank turned his eyes back forward and resumed moving silently and unseen across the rooftops. The Punisher moved with haste, seemingly not slowed by the gear he wore, trench coat flapping in the wind as he leapt over gaps and slid across air conditioning and electrical units. His quarry was in sight. Don't get answers if he dies. Not his time yet.The officer tried with all his might to pull, and it seemed like each agonizingly slow second was one second closer to his grip slipping on Daredevil's wrist. He struggled, held on, breathed deep, strained, but it seemed like it would be all for naught. Until a hulking figure appeared seemingly from the shadows behind Officer Richards and leaned over the railing of the fire escape. Frank Castle took hold of Daredevil, hooking his hands beneath the crimefighter's arms and hoisting his entire frame up with a somewhat strained grunt, though admittedly made it look easy. He dropped the Devil on the grating of the fire escape. Before Officer Richards could even begin to react with shock at the Punisher's presence, the notorious vigilante had an M1911 pointed directly at the policeman's face without even looking. "Looks like you owe me one, Red."Then, Frank swept his gaze from Daredevil's slumped form over to Richards. "You know I won't kill you, officer -- but don't call this in. Or you'll regret it. Understand?"If Richards hopefully acquiesced to Castle's command, Frank turned back to Daredevil. "You wanna explain to me why this street is so lively tonight? And why more people want you dead than usual?"
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Post by webdevil on Sept 27, 2020 22:41:18 GMT -7
Frank training his hand cannon on Officer Richards slapped the blind vigilante back to his immediate surroundings as he clutched his ribs to get to his feet, club in-hand and calculating the trajectory of Frank's arm the moment he even began to think about pulling the trigger. "Put it down, Fran- -" Daredevil began to snarl through his teeth, but Officer Richards once again looked at DD, hands in the air. "It's ok, Hornhead. It ain't gonna help. I'll be fine." he said. At this moment, Frank turned to face Daredevil again. Daredevil's dead eyes narrowed into a vicious scowl towards the Punisher. He clenched his teeth as if to conceal a vicious roar in his chest at Frank's actions. He had no choice here. He hated it. He exhaled heavily and sheathed his billy club in its holster. He then turned towards the source of the action that was happening in the streets below. "I don't know." he began. He now began to focus on the fire in his chest and the pain. Deep breaths hurt. Ignore the pain. He could feel the exact bruising each bone had. No breaks. Good sign. Daredevil's Radar now began to expand beyond his own pain and outward. The voices were not so distant any longer. Now they were given shape. He imagined every word he began to hear in his mind's eye, almost as if the shapes of each character formed the world around his body, giving silhouette to the multiple horns. His own costume reflected back at him only austere. Twisted. False. And now surrounding Jigsaw inside the apartment's stairwell. "... But I think they might."
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Post by kingrico on Oct 15, 2020 15:48:53 GMT -7
Introduce a little anarchy. Upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos. I’m an agent of chaos… ----------------------------------------- Jigsaw would be shocked by the kick as he went flying down the stairs from the kick as Mr. D came following behind him. “ Who the f**k are you, idiots, do you have a death wish?” He would say as he quickly got up getting in defensive mode, he would kick one of the devils trying to tackle him before jumping back from Mr.D attack. He would then pull out a knife-throwing it precisely at the Devil with the bat arm, “ Holy f**k the Devil has a fangirl club, bunch of f**k**g little girls doing his bidding… I’ve fought avengers I literally just took out an entire police group ALONE” he would go on saying as he squared up with one of the other Devils trying to attack him. He was pretty positive they wanted to die for what he wasn’t sure it wasn’t their fight why to risk their own lives for him, had he already finished his mission but he still had the Ghost Rider in the back of his mind. Images hunting him it was unpleasant and it was starting to throw his fighting off. As the hellish memories started to take effect on Jigsaw greater conscious the Devils would gain the upper hand needed, as he would swing at one he would miss before being punched back and then kicked. “ Get out of my mind!! ” he would yell before taking several more punches followed by a hit to the back with the bat. “ I surrender! ” he would squirm as he continued to see flames and the riders face.
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