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Post by DornKoon on Sept 19, 2024 11:46:05 GMT
Weld furrowed his brow slightly as he watched Caitlin; he glanced at Supergirl for a moment and made a shrug before following Frost in the direction of the warehouse. He had no trouble keeping even steps with her; the cold air around her did not bother his metal body. "I did not get any reply from Bats," he said to Caitlin once they had some distance from Michael. "I mean, sure, she's a loner, but I have a bad feeling."
 "And here I aimed to take off your head," Said Deathstroke, the one visible eyes gleaming inside his mask. "Not bad." However, he was not done and quickly followed the initial attack by pulling the sword back and assaulting Batgirl with a combo of slashes. "A bat all alone, classic. Not trusting your little hero friends and the super cousin?" He said, aiming to keep her off balance, put her on the defensive, and give little room for retaliation. "Good, I'd keep it that way." Slade knew well how to get under the skin of others; he'd been watching her for a while now and had a pretty good understanding of the looners Batman seemed keen on collecting. Still, he was not one to underestimate the bat brats; if the big man had trained her, she would hopefully provide at least some entertainment. |
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Post by BijuuGuy on Sept 19, 2024 19:06:45 GMT
She hit a nerve. Many years ago, Kara would've likened his frustration to something unique to humans. But she knew how that felt all too well know. Still, she found his reaction to be bad form. Suspicion was natural, particularly in their line of work. Granted, the man must've been exhausted from not being able to solve this. Kara took a moment to listen to his heartbeat. Underneath all that protective anger, Michael was anxious. She wasn't a full expert in reading such things, but Clark had taught her enough. "The fact that you haven't thought of that possibility worries me. But you're under a lot of stress, so I will ignore your lashing out. Again."Her gaze left him, looking for Frank. Nowhere to be seen. There were a lot of outfits at the scene, even her X-Ray vision couldn't pinpoint him immediately. Just before he left, she did pick up those few words from his earpiece. "Not leaving" and "understood" were what sounded relatively clear. Damn it. He knew something. Kara offered an affirming nod to Weld, the latter having already followed Caitlin. With this Frank being a clear suspect, Kara took a step closer to Michael, speaking to him in hushed tones. "Your guy was saying something on his comms. He was talking to someone else, someone not here, from what I could gather. Find him, quietly. Something's not right."At this point, Kara didn't care if Michael would protest. Her tone was authoritative enough that he would probably listen to her. Maybe. If not, then he'd prove himself to be even more combative than she already thought. Having said her peace, Kara moved past him, releasing herself from the ground. She rose above everyone, scanning for both anomalies and Batgirl. Moments later, her eyes widened, spotting two figures a ways away from her, on one of the upper levels. Kara had heard what Weld had said, prompting her next order to be heard by both Weld and Frost. "I found Batgirl, she's with someone. I'll handle it. You two keep looking around and keep an eye on Michael and his men, one of them isn't who he says he is."With her orders relayed, Kara rose further up and in what seemed to be a brief gust of wind and the blink of an eye, she was behind Slade, eyes glowing, ready to strike. She wanted to avoid a direct scuffle, but was more than aware it wouldn't be an option. Still, if she could stall him enough for the others to find the suspected mole, that would be ideal. "You weren't invited, Wilson. Leave." |
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Post by Bixir on Oct 8, 2024 5:40:03 GMT
Deathstroke. The name itself dredged up memories. Faint corners of her mind, from the world that she had been born into. Had she crossed paths with him there? Perhaps. That this was at all possible was concerning enough. She had learned yet more of the man under Him and His. Being in Deathstroke's presence was a different experience entirely. This too had always been possible, daunting. Here, she was in the most danger. Batgirl moved her arm back nearly as quickly as Deathstroke withdrew his weapon. Using the same spacing and reflexes, she thrust her wrists out in rapid succession, each time hooking his sword within a groove for the duration of the attack. This was an extremely dangerous technique. The Batman had implemented it against Deathstroke upon their second encounter. Making a single mistake meant a severe laceration, or worse. For most, Deathstroke only needed to land a blow once to make it fatal. Unfortunately for him, Batgirl's execution was perfect. She ignored his barbs, remaining focused on protecting herself. There was no room to think about anything else, not even- Supergirl?!Then, Supergirl was here. For a moment, Batgirl hesitated. There was no time for her to attempt a deflection in this gap. Her body spun at an angle, narrow enough that the sword met air instead of her body, if barely. The force behind his arm blew hot through Batgirl's cowl. She continued to back away. Even for Supergirl's sudden appearance, she did not expect him to completely stop attacking. "GO!" The word left her lips before she had control of it. It came out as a visceral, angry yell. What was she thinking?! Wasn't she supposed to be the team leader? Several subsequent booms echoed from the main promenade.
Michael blinked, watching Supergirl leave in a blur. He shook his head, grumbling illegibly under his breath. He was getting sick to death of this bullshit. None of these people were taking this seriously. Not even his men were around anymore. Where the hell were they now? With Supergirl?! Michael resigned himself to following after Frost and Weld... then, stopped. His face twitched once, then twice. He cocked his head to the side, then faced forward again. Slowly at first, then quickly, he raised his right arm. Beginning with his arm, something insde him started to churn and twist. Metal and light cracked from within his flesh, splitting it open to allow an internal exoskeleton to spew forth. Within a matter of seconds, the arm had transformed into a grisly energy cannon. It took very little time to charge before blasting at Frost from behind.  If they looked behind them, they would see a much different, larger Michael Collins in front of them. Whatever he was, he clearly wasn't human, as whatever thing had apparently been inside him had fully manifested himself. To call him a cyborg would be doing a disservice to how painful and unsettling it appeared, not to mention sophisticated. Though he continued to act, this thing groaned with every step. This new experience was undoubtedly painful. Whoever - whatever - he was, he followed up his attack by firing a salvo of rockets from... somewhere on his body. They twisted through the air, before finding targets on Weld and Frost. He let out a bloodcurdling cry:  "COBRAAAAAAAAA!!"
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Post by DornKoon on Oct 8, 2024 14:37:28 GMT
Slade could tell she was good, and the bat had trained her; her movement was flawless, beautiful. He thought he would enjoy this when... he heard her arrive, followed by the voice and the faint red glow from her eyes. So much for that... "Well, that's unfortunate." He said, not trying to hide the disappointment. "The super cousin, how bothersome." Slade did not put his weapon away but lowered it slightly. "Oh, But I was invited; honestly, I was just asked to keep people from getting off track or distract them if they did, and look here, I just got the biggest fish to come right at me."
The sound of explosions rocked the building, shaking some dust, and Slade... smiled. "Sounds like the show just started; you'd be wise to listen to the Bat. I doubt your young friends outside will be able to face Michael Collins alone." Deathstroke paused, clearing his throat slightly theatric. " Or what's left of him."
After a few steps, Weld stopped, glanced over his shoulder, and froze. His eyes widened as he watched metal and light make their way out of his flesh, like something from a horror movie. "What is--" He saw the cannon, and it charged... "Frost!" Weld cried out, acting on instinct; he positioned himself between "Michael" and Frost, getting there before the energy beam was fired. The shot hit him and instantly ruined a large chunk of his shirt, almost pushing him right into Caitlin. A quick check told Weld that the attack had caused a few cracks to appear on his metal body, but it was nothing he could not mend with a little effort. He raised his hand, "Come in! Michael... he just turned into a monster, or... something." He tried to reach whoever in the team was listening, whether Batgirl or Supergirl.
Then came the rockets. Weld gritted his teeth, preparing himself for the bombardment, and aimed his words at Frost: "You recall when I talked about you earlier? We could use some of that North Pole right about now."
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Post by azureentity on Oct 17, 2024 15:35:21 GMT
Caitlin's eyes widened when she heard Weld cry out to her. She turned just in time to see him take a laser blast meant for her. "Weld!" It was then that she noticed that Michael had turned into some grotesque cyborg, something that looked like it belonged to a that movie Virus from 1999. "What the..." As the man's body opened up and fired missiles aimed at Weld and herself, her hands clenched as her eyes burned with a eerie blue light. Everything in the air in a cone above Weld suddenly dropped to far below freezing, Frost was sucking every bit of heat out it. Even the exhaust flares of the missile's exhaust nozzles as the cold crept into the inner workings and eventually into the fuel lines and tank itself. If they were heat seeking models, they would see nothing in front of them but cold and be forced to veer off, preferably one of the robots around them which were hotter than anything else in the area.
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Post by BijuuGuy on Oct 22, 2024 20:43:50 GMT
Kara's element of surprise was short-lived. Someone like Slade Wilson was seasoned in every way imaginable. He also wasn't at the scene due coincidence. His following words made that exceedingly clear. Why would something like this require his services? Kara had very little time to think about it before her keen hearing picked up what was going down at the scene she just left.
Damn it.
She screwed up. Leaving Weld and Caitlin like that... not to mention trusting Michael, despite everything. No doubt Robot would have opinions on that choice of hers. He always did, for some reason. They'd never really gotten along. Whether it was Kara's government affiliations or not, she frankly found his distrust unfair. But musing on that could wait. Listening to Slade, Kara's eyes widened. His words and her reaction matching the booms coming from the prior scene.
"What are you---"
A moment later, Weld chimed in on comms. Michael transformed into... something? What the hell was happening?
Simultaneously, Batgirl's singular word echoed over the area. Supergirl made a noise that almost sounded like a growl. Her eyes didn't stop glowing, but they glanced over at both Batgirl and Slade before Kara took her leave towards the main attraction.
A couple of moments later, Kara was back near where she left first. Despite Weld's call for assistance, it seemed that Frost had a countermeasure in place for Michael's rockets. In fact, it was the first moment Kara got a good look at their fresh "friend." He had transformed, become something akin to a cyborg. She wasn't unfamiliar with those types. Especially when it came to the ones that actively tried to kill you. Michael suddenly seemed to be among those for whatever reason. Her immediate instinct? He was in on all of this. Yet, he mentioned "Cobra" which told Kara nothing.
Regardless of what he was really donning this metal form for, it was still clearly aimed at harming her teammates. So along with Frost's cold aiming to displace the missiles, Kara made a split-second decision to fly towards Michael just above Frost's cone of cold. Her fists already clenched, aiming her right one at Michael as she was on a direct collision course with him. Before a hopeful impact which would halt his surprise assault, Kara still wanted to get a few words in.
"Michael, what the hell?!"
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Post by Bixir on Nov 2, 2024 0:48:51 GMT
Batgirl continued to hold her ground, if only for a moment. She wasn't sure who would act first, and what they might do. Was Supergirl going to stay here and fight? Was she going to leave her for the rest of the team? For a second, Cassandra didn't know which she wanted more, and which would hurt her feelings. Then, just as quickly, Supergirl was gone, leaving Batgirl's billowing in its wake. Her attention returned to Deathstroke once more.
For another rare moment, Batgirl stopped to assess. She had been following his movements before, but now that she had time to stop and think, she realized that she had not been following him at all. All of her actions had been on instinct, nothing to do with her reading. Now that she tried to, there was... not nothing, but not something, either. Somethings. It didn't make sense at all. She moved back, barely- only someone like Deathstroke could sense that waver. She could not read him at all. How was this possible? She dared not ask- she had to ask. Her words came through shallow breaths.
"You- David, Cain?"
Whatever had been in that energy blast that the cyborg had fired that Weld took the hit for, it was dangerous for a young man made of mysterious alloys. It probably would have completely torn through flesh and bone, at the very least. Frost's quick thinking had an equally quick effect on the missiles that had been launched at them. A few of them petered out entirely, dropping to the ground like they were duds. Most of them, however, veered for other targets in the area, including a couple of factory personnel working on one of those humanoid drones. The people ran for cover in a screaming panic. The drone took the brunt of those explosions - scrap metal was scattered in dozens of directions, hundreds of shrapnel bits that covered the factory floor. No one seemed to be hurt... and thankfully, no one had been in that Mandroid.
"Michael" was charging his arm cannon when Kara came onto the scene. When her fist slammed into his face, the cannon fired haphazardly, shooting up into the ceiling. It tore clear through the tiling, which caused several large pieces of construction debris to rain down on the area. If one wasn't careful, they could get a concussion. The cyborg was knocked back several feet by the punch. Metal screamed as he skidded against the floor, drawing sparks and burn marks to the fore. There was evident damage to Michael's face... but it didn't look much worse than it had already become. He pointed his arm cannon at Kara. It had already finished charging another shot. Again, he screamed, in anguish. "KaraaAAaAaAGH!" He fired.
Nearby, many of the mercenary personnel from before rushed onto the scene. They looked between Supergirl fighting the cyborg, and Frost and Weld standing on the side. All of them - six in total - pointed their rifles at the latter. "Take 'em out! No witnesses! They started firing a volley of high-caliber lead at them. Behind them were a few of those cutting-edge Mandroids. They ignored the mercenaries, hovering into position to engage the heroes.
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Post by DornKoon on Nov 2, 2024 22:45:19 GMT
Weld was very thankful he could block that initial attack; it would have been bad if it had hit Frost... at least he could mend himself using his powers, and the cracks quickly closed. His eyes narrowed, and he was prepared to block another blast. Thankfully, the timely arrival of Supergirl tilted the odds in their favour.
" He said something about cobra..." Weld called out to Kara, " after he turned into... whatever the hell that is. Don't think he's home at the moment..." The shift in character made Weld feel that whatever happened to Michael fucked up his mind too.
Leaving Michael, too, Kara seemed the intelligent thing to do. Weld would not be taken by surprise again, so he was more than prepared for the personnel to turn on them when they did. He quickly reshaped part of his arm into a shield, making it large enough to protect himself and Frost as much as possible from the barrage of bullets. "Keep dreaming, guys! I'm not so easily taken out!" He glanced at the Mandroids; those could be a problem. "Frost, you think those are remotely controlled? Could we do something about them?"
Deathstroke waited, silently watching Supergirl... what would she do? He smirked slightly as the Kryptonian left and turned his focus onto Batgirl. "Now, where were we before being rudely interrupted?" He said, calmly shifting the grip on his sword. She did not lack skill; she was good, and even if there were signs of the bat there, that was not everything... thankfully he did not have to do much because she decided to speak and reveal what he needed to know with just three words.
David Cain...
Of course, now he knew who she was... what a surprise, she was one of the bat brats now? The world sure worked in mysterious ways. Now... how to best use this? She was wavering... sloppy. "Well, this is a surprise," he said, "Hello, Cassandra." He was not letting her regain balance and immediately continued to attack her with a combo of attacks, using a combination of sword strikes and martial moves.
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