The Metal

[Buse]

It took a while, but her money was starting to run out. Turns out no matter how succesful a bank robbery was, you couldn't get infinite money in it. Which only meant Irkalla would have to get some more... which wasn't a problem with someone with her skills. Not only that, but today, she wanted to send a message... she wanted to remind the world she existed. Those last few days had been too easy, almost boring. It was about time to make a mess.

She stood atop a building, watching the traffic, looking for a specific vehicle. She wore black sneakers, dark jeans and a dark purple hoodie with black details, nothing too exceptional or particularly recognizable. More intriguing perhaps is the fact she brought no weapons with her, instead choosing to do this job unarmed. Another part of the message she wanted to send. Recognizing the vehicle, the horned girl leaped down, landing right in front of the armored truck, aiming to stop it with a punch. The driver, however, was fast, and managed to swerve around her, being struck in the side of the vehicle, but still maintaining enough control to continue down his path, speeding down the street... and being slightly terrified as he saw the alien approaching quickly from the windshield, leaping on top of the vehicle and opening a hole in the ceiling...

...And promptly being shot a few times in the chest, probably earning the guard inside two, maybe three seconds of relief before he realized the bullets barely affected the girl. Irkalla grinned, pulling the guy out of the truck by the collar and throwing him out on the sidewalk. One down, two more to go, she thought as she slowly moved towards the driver and passenger's cabin.


@gaon, Avi

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To keep his cardio up, he had taken up parkour.  The city was his obstacle course.  A living, vibrant obstacle course.  Sweat dripping off of his brow as he leaped from building to building.  The sounds of the city beneath him.  The smell of the pacific ocean in the air.  Landing on the ledge of a building, he overlooked the city.  It started to feel like his city.

But, the moment was spoiled by the sound of automatic gunfire.  It signified danger.  And, he was the only one who could answer the call.  Red flames danced across his hand as he flew towards the sound of the weapon.  Green eyes landed on the source, an armored transport with a giant hole in the roof.  This wasn't a job the police would be able to handle.  This was the job for a Titan.

Seeing the guard thrown out of the hole, he shot down to the streets, catching the man before setting him down in the sidewalk.  Launching forward, he shot after the armored vehicle.  Dropping ahead of it, he heard the driver slam on the brakes.  Turning around, he looked at the driver, motioning with his head for the pair to exit the vehicle.  Nodding, they opened the door, running out onto the street.

Cracking his neck, he prepared for whatever threat was inside of the vehicle.

[Buse]

Few moments after she entered the back, the truck broke to a halt. She could hear the driver and passenger opening the doors and running out of the vehicle. As expected, once again the big fish started showing up. It happened faster this time, though. Maybe they were getting wise. Either way, last time, she had to deal with a pair of kids with powers that didn't make them too exceptional combatants on their own, but maybe this time would be different. A foe that can seriously hurt you is usually more interesting than one that focuses on restraining... but to each his own. She waited patiently for a hero's entrance, attack, or merely door-opening... but only a dense silence stood in the air.

Which was why she decided to make the first move. Jumping out of the hole she had made in the ceiling, she spun around, quickly assessing her surroundings and finding the most likely person to have stopped the car. Finding a large, muscle-built blond man with a prepared posture, she landed handsfirst on the truck, flipping back and sending the truck flying in his direction with a dual-legged kick. She spun in mid-air again, and as soon as she landed, she dashed towards the man. If, by the time she reached him, he had gotten the truck out of the way somehow(or at least made a hole in it), she'd leap at him, throwing a full-force punch at his face, intending to send him flying back. If he hadn't, she'd merely shoulder-tackle the truck, adding a lot more push to it, striking/squashing him again through it.

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Green eyes fell on a shadow as it leaped out of the hole in the top of the truck.  Before he could even say anything, the truck was launched towards him with a mere kick.  Indeed, this was something that the police couldn't handle on their own.  In fact, there were only a handful of Titans that would be able to handle strength of this caliber.  Red Star was one of those Titans.

Red flames dancing on his fists, he jumped to the side, running along the side of the truck as it shot towards him.  He kicked off of the armored vehicle, landing on his feet.  Green eyes flashed red as the shadow moved towards him.  He took a deep breath, spreading his legs and bending at his knees, just like Batgirl had showed him.  A fist was headed towards his face, so he braced himself, and threw a right to connect to the approaching fist.

As the two attacks collided together, a gigantic shockwave erupted between the pair.  Windows in nearby buildings exploded out.  The asphalt of the street cracked.  Red eyes glared at his opponent as a shower of glass began to fall all around them, and on top of them.  As the scene unfolded around them, he brought his left fist forward in an attempt to punch the alien in the gut.  He would often go for the body.

If his opponent couldn't breathe, they couldn't properly fight.

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Wrathstrom's harley roared in the streets of Jump City as he raced ever faster, mile after mile, never braking, always running in the wrong side of the tracks, dodging cars, leaping above trucks, causing car crashes with his erratic driving, but always speeding off in the distance. He did it all with a insane grin and a roaring laughter that terrified any listener. The only sound louder than his mad cackle was the sound system of his harley, loudly playing a Metal song at full blast  hoping to (literally) crash into something that would awaken his blood thirst. 

But fate has a way of amusing Wrathstrom, and he conducted his neverending race of disaster, a sonic wave echoed through the skies, shattering windows, turning stone to rubble, something that would rank position two, just below Heavy Metal, in Wrathstrom's list of most beautiful sounds: The sound of chaos, the symphony of destruction. In awe he briefly lost control of his harley and drifted brutally, harshly in the asphalt, creating a cloud of smoke, emerging from his tire and covering him in fumes. His ears detected the source of the sound: Just behind the building in front of him. Some smiles show happiness, others show teeth, but some show only sheer lunacy. Wrathstrom's toothy, sadistic grin fell in the latter category. 

Cackling he revved up his harley as a a new song began to play. He drove off directly towards the building, with a whip of his chain his Harley simply attached itself to the building and so he started driving upwards in a vertical climb, floor after floor all the way to the top of the skyscrapper with no sign of stopping or slowing down. His bike rode past the top, flying high in the sky like a shooting star. But everything that goes up, must come down: His bike stopped ascending, and started descending towards the ground in a meteoric fall, picking up speed and more speed as the distance between him and the ground lessened by the second.

He crash-landed directly upon Red Star, shattering his Harley and delivering the full blow of a ten thousand feet drop's momentum upon the body of the Hero of the People. As he stood after the crash, he looked into the eyes of the young alien and bared his teeth in what could be described as either a smile or a display of animalistic nature. With a snap of his fingers the armored truck exploded in a hundred metal shards which flew towards Irkalla in a blaze of sharp, searing death.


As the battle began to take shape, and now without his Harley's sound system, Wrathstrom sang in a deep, foreboding growl yet another Metal song "Murder I am, you know it was me, I was the one that you didn't see..." He said amidst cackles of joy. 

[Buse]

The blond human was skilled, that much was obvious. He effectively avoided the truck, using it as support to get to safe ground again... or to unsafe ground, since Irkalla's assault hadn't stopped just yet. She threw a punch at him, probably expecting him to react in many ways, but not... like that. She grinned as the shockwave took place, completely ignoring the rain of glass as she threw a low right punch to counter his gut punch. Two could play at this game, after all, and another shockwave took form, albeit a bit smaller than the first. She pulled back her left hand balled in a fist, ready to throw a third punch, when both the shockwave hit and the loud music and sound of revving engines brought her attention to the air above them. A large bike, and an even larger biker, fell quickly towards the duo, announcing its arrival with an intense guitar riff and mad laughter.

Irkalla leaped back, avoiding the crash and shock of the bike, sliding back a bit upon landing. Her eyes met with the Smiling Jack's as both stood, and as sudden as his arrival, the armored truck she had invaded exploded, shards of metal flew towards the horned girl. She leaped to the side, avoiding most of the attack, save for a larger spike that found its way into her right shoulder. Figuring offense would be her best defense, she dashed towards Wrathstrom, nonchalantly removing the metal from her shoulder and tossing it aside as she leaped towards him, throwing a strong left punch towards his face, followed by a right elbow, and then a kick to the back of his head, hopefully landing behind him.

That day was getting crazier by the second, and she was loving every bit of it.

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Much like he blocked her initial attack, she blocked his counter in much the same mannerism.  A second shockwave emerged, throwing the raining glass away from them.  She brought her fist back, but the sound of a revving engine and metal music soon began to overtake the scene.  Leonid knew both of these sounds.  He was an avid fan of motorcycles, and Harley Davidson made sure that they produced a unique pitch out of their tailpipes.  And, who could mistaken the sounds of Motorhead?

However, before the young hero could even acknowledge these sounds, the bike (and occupant) came crashing down on him with tremendous force.  He smacked hard onto the asphalt, his body taking full brunt of the momentum.  Even with his altered DNA and superior physiology, it was still a painful endeavor.  To make matters worse, a portion of the bike scraped along his scalp, just above his left ear, creating a rather large gash.  Oil and gasoline mixed in with the cut, sending rivers of pain through him with each beat of his quickening pulse.

Slowly, he stood, feeling the warm trickle of blood go down the left side of his face.  Green eyes began to glow red as he looked down to the ground.  He focused on the shattered remains of his T-Comm.  No way he could call for back up.  He'd have to go this alone.  He'd have to be strong enough to handle both of these monsters.  Even if it seemed they were now focused on taking each other out.  Red flames began to dance around his body as he brought his hands together, sending two massive beams of red star energy towards Wrathstrom's back.

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Now that Wrathstrom had made his grand entrance, Irkalla's next action was of no surprise. A massive leaping attack, Wrathstrom's favorite tactic! He appreciated Irkalla's movement with a boastful laughter as she leaped to his direction. But, business is business and war is war, and so Wrathstrom whipped his chain like a snake and grabbed Irkalla's waist, stopping her mid-air and spun her around. At this precise moment, his ear picked up the moanings of pain of Red Star, right behind him. Wrathstrom was momentarily surprised he was alive, but his surprise soon gave place to admiration. He was liking these people the more and more he beat the snot out of them.

Quickly turning around he launched Irkalla towards Red Star, hitting two birds with one stone (or, more accurately, one bird with another bird). And, accidentally, sending Irkalla towards the beams Red Star had fired. Regardless of what happened next, Wrathstrom would whip his thick metal chains again, attempting to crush Red Star and Irkalla both to dust under the pressure of several, continuous chain-whippings everywhere. As he executed his whipping, he began to form a rhythim with the chain sounding, the rhythim of a certain song


"YOU BETTER, WATCH THE DAMNED!" He sang in a maddened, cackling frenzy, hoping to God Irkalla and/or Red Star would shout "GOD BLESS YA" along with him, hoping for a sing-along "THEY GONNA BREAK THEIR CHAINS (HEY)! NO, YOOOU CAN'T STOP THEM (GOD BLESS YA!)!, THEYRE COMING TO GET YOU AND THEN..." Wrathstrom smashed them with both chains at the same time, "YOU'LL GET YOUR BALLS TO THE WAAAALL, MAAAN" Amidst the whipping massacre and the singing, the battle continued. Wrathstrom frankly hoped it would continue for some time, presumably with more people joining in his singing. Kind of boring to sing alone.