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Re: A Close Call (Flint and Hawkeye)
« Reply #30 on: February 09, 2019, 01:27:15 AM »
Hawkeye silently aided Aria as she begun her mining attempt.  However, his silence wasn't forever as she begun a tangent about his oath.  He wasn't exactly in the right frame of mind to be accepting of critique of his actions, or lack thereof, so Aria's confrontation here was less than favourable.
"Aria, if you took a moment to assess the situation in full," he begins while giving her more room, "you'd be aware of who initiated the firefight."  He wasn't wanting to point blame at Flint, but truth be told, Hawkeye hadn't done anything.  Be it the worst thing, or the best thing for his defense, the doctor hadn't moved a muscle.
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't begin assuming when you haven't gathered all the facts; isn't that something we learn in medical school?" he hated himself for reminding her, "sorry, that was harsh..."

He rubbed his face as Flint asked about his well-being. What could he say- the truth? That he was tired beyond belief. That he was scared? That he was blaming himself for Flint's position right now?
No, he couldn't pile that onto Flint.  Hawkeye instead flashed the most convincing smile he could conjure, "you worry about you.  Let's get that bullet out eh?"  Though Aria was saying there was no bullet-?!
"What-?" Hawkeye glanced to Aria in alarm before conjuring a pair of tweezers himself, "that's impossible-" though, that man had conjured, was it possible to conjure ammunition? Hawkeye hadn't ventured into knowledge of firearms to know for certain.  Though Aria confirmed his fears. Crap...
"He's a conjurer; why hadn't I realised!?" The doctor mentally kicked himself as he complied to Aria's instructions, "I never laid a finger on that man, Aria.  All we did was stand in a hall.  He was the one to fire a gun."
though is his words stuck, he didn't know.  He was busy looking for the device to then take back to Ms Kane.






Ximena’s voice rang through the air toward him again, grating on his nerves like a serrated chisel; sharp, jagged, and dragging agonisingly slowly.  Just the sound of her mockery triggered nasty, painful, buried memories to rise back to the surface, causing Rico to grimace and then growl lividley as she mentions his face.  His face that she banana'd up.  The soldier was in the right mind to carve Ximena’s cheeks in the same fashion, and possibly severe her throat in the process.  Just the thought of having her blood wash out on the pavement, watching her choke on her words, and rejoicing as her eyes lose their focus was addicting.  But he couldn’t do it now, not in his current state, and not somewhere so public.

Her footfalls drew closer, her voice smugly taking the lead, and the tapping scrape of a blade gave away her position.
Rico pushed away from the wall with a wince; the gun loaded and levelled toward the mouth of the alcove, poised to fire at the first sign of her. Though his palms were clammy, he was unpleasant excrementting bricks with every moment she drew nearer.  He knew what she was capable of, but the extent of her demented technique went beyond his comprehension… what else could she do to him- what were the consequences this time?  Rico was honestly scared.  More so than having any Necromancer on his tail; Ximena trumped all else. Fates worse than death were taunting him from around the corner...
His plans were crumbling as fast as he’d compiled them while he realised what the hell that woman was insinuating.  And then her dialect switched-
     ”¿Por--”
No, NO!
She wasn’t going to win. He wasn’t going to become a mindless puppet, not again!
In a moment of sheer panic, Rico’s adrenaline aided him in recoiling his shotgun to hold right beside his ear.  There, he pulled the right trigger; one shell blasting out, and the sound at close proximity completely burst his eardrum. The pain had him cave in on himself as he tried to hold his head together.  He couldn’t hear anything, it was as if he’d instead dunked himself into a drum full of thick, sound proof gunk.  His knuckles slipped down his cheek as he regained his stance, as if he really had been for a dive in his imaginary drum.  But no, upon inspection, he realised it was blood.
unpleasant excrement.
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Re: A Close Call (Flint and Hawkeye)
« Reply #31 on: February 09, 2019, 04:43:54 AM »
Ximena jumped backwards as the bass report of a shotgun went off just a few feet from her, knife raised. But the wall didn’t disintegrate, and neither did her face, as far as the vampire could tell at least. No... this was something else entirely. Had Classified gone and blown his brains out? Would she walk around the corner to see her oh so useful weapon with half a head?
”De ninguna manera...” She said to herself in astonishment, quickly regaining her composure as she came around the corner to see Rico with his entire head, but bleeding profusely from his ear. ”Santa mierda!” She exclaimed, Rico had blown out his fishing eardrum with that shotgun blast to stop himself from hearing the trigger phrase, and was now leveling a shotgun directly at her.
Son of a dog of female orientation.
Ximena wasted no time, as much fun as a little bit of foreplay could add to such a sweet reunion, she wasn’t planning on being blown in half by her own assassin, not today. She dove to the right of him, knife flashing towards the vulnerable tendon and nerve in the crook of Rico’s elbow.

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Re: A Close Call (Flint and Hawkeye)
« Reply #32 on: February 12, 2019, 07:11:52 PM »
By the time Athena rounded the corner, the blast of a shotgun rang through the alleyways, and another woman was pouncing on her target. Athena raised a brow as she watched them tussle for a moment. She was no Sanctuary agent, Athena could tell. She knew her Cleavers, and she knew her colleagues who worked under Prime Detective Daunt. This woman was something else.
The Cleaver General retreated once more, moving to one of the men she'd beaten and taking his handgun before quickly returning to the fight that was going on behind her. Gritting her teeth tight, the Greek fired two shots in the air, cursing herself for forgetting earplugs.  A dull hum in her ears, she looked at Ximena and Rico sternly, wondering how they'd react. Either she'd avoid a three way fight that could get her injured, or she could chase the duo into the clutches of her Cleavers. Either way, Onyx wasn't ready to let either of them go without some answers

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Re: A Close Call (Flint and Hawkeye)
« Reply #33 on: February 12, 2019, 09:24:54 PM »
A message obnoxiously flashed in his peripheral vision, threatening to sabotage his frantic concentration. Though the soldier had no sense of direction, he was bewildered to say the least, only until his brain caught up on what the hell was happening.
Rico managed to register that his right ear was completely banana'd.  It was numb, and he could hear absolutely nothing. His left ear was no better as it screamed like an alarm, rendering him completely deaf.
This was bad, he needed his hearing as much as he needed his sight. However, on the plus side, he hadn’t heard his trigger. But now he couldn’t hear anything.

Conclusion, he was banana'd.

The message was from Aria;
      Robocop: This is a mess, Rico. What the hell is going on? Are you safe? It's absolute bedlam here...
It blared on the edge of his sight, though he had more dire things to be worried about. Such as the vampire that rounded the corner as he raised his attention toward her. He noticed Ximena caught wind of his shotgun, and adjusted her trajectory before Rico had a chance to register her movements.
Without his hearing he hadn’t heard her coming, however his sight was still impeccable. The gun was immediately fired during Ximena’s moment of assessment. It’d been aimed perfectly at the vitals in her chest, however her speed, with Rico’s disorientation, the short-range shell blasted off course.

In the next breath, the soldier caught sight of the Cleaver general rounding the corner. In her hand was a gun pointed upward, but he hadn’t heard the shots.  That fact alone terrified him.
Before he could assess Ximena, or finish her off, Rico instead took this as his chance to retreat.
Though his exit wasn’t graceful. He stumbled backward, narrowly missing the knife honed in on the crook of his arm, jarring his ribs once more, and shuffled to the wall again. His snub-nose shotgun disappeared and in its place he conjured another flash grenade.  Pain flared in all sorts of places, and it was seriously setting him back.  He wouldn’t be able to take much more of this, not with his injuries.  Any other day he’d continue to fight, but he knew when he’d had his fill.
Rico was pressed up against the wall as he caught his pained breath, and calculated the measures he’d need to take in order to get across this next street.  If anyone dared to come near him, the grenade would be thrown; no doubt about it.  It wouldn’t only disorientate the women hotwired to attack him, but also create a distraction for Rico to reach Dean’s Yard just across the small street.  It was an open area, though it was Rico’s best chance.
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Re: A Close Call (Flint and Hawkeye)
« Reply #34 on: February 18, 2019, 04:44:29 PM »
There are only a few rules to combat, and most of them only exist to stop you from dying at the hands of an attacker or the person you are attacking.
Ximena had forgotten rule number one. Never bring a knife to a gunfight.
At only a few feet away the buckshot blast was smaller than a baseball, 1,500 ft. pounds of force slammed into Ximena’s shoulder and went right through the other side. She felt muscles tear, her collarbone was half gone, the blast turned her scapula into powder, pulverized the joint in her shoulder, cracked at least 3 ribs, and sent Ximena sprawling to the ground as more gunshots went off behind her. In less than the blink of an eye Ximena had lost her arm, perhaps it was still attached to her body, but it would inevitably be amputated, there was no saving this degree of damage, if anyone knew broken bones and shredded muscles, it was Ximena Ortez.
The knife clattered to the ground, the pain was beyond fishing measure. Black blood that hadn’t been oxygenated for decades splattered onto the ground, leaking from where the Vampire had once had a shoulder, her ears were ringing, the shotgun blast was bad enough that close up, but the follow up pistol shots didn’t help things one bit.
All in all, not the best course of events. She laid there for a second, not that any amount of time with this kind of pain would help collect her thoughts much. Ximena would relish making Rico pay for this, maybe she’d crack his shoulder blade, collarbone, and a few ribs for good measure. Maybe even a humerus if she was feeling particularly funny. She pushed off her left arm to roll over, thick, oozing blood leaked onto her now tattered jacket. Ximena avoided looking at whatever remained of her shoulder.
And on top of it all, she was now face to face with the Necromancer that her amazingly incompetent Vibora had completely failed to deal with. Of course, this wasn’t just any Necromancer. If the shadows curling just that little bit towards her black-booted feet were any indication, this was Athena Onyx, the British Cleaver General.
’Suerte la mía.’* She thought to herself.
The Cleaver General was wearing a scowl that Ximena found quite distasteful, she looked like a mother who had caught her children being naughty. Ximena hated this woman already.

”Are you going to stand there looking tough, gringa?” Ximena hissed, despite being in no position to act in control of the situation. Especially with her dominant arm dangling off of her body. She grimaced as she sat up and felt it drop in her sleeve. She saw Classified running out of her peripherals, she needed to get after him, but with this degree of damage she didn’t think she could subdue Classified and not be brought in by the Necromancer. She spat at Athena’s feet.
”Vete a la mierde.”**

*Lucky me.
**llama you.
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Re: A Close Call (Flint and Hawkeye)
« Reply #35 on: February 20, 2019, 11:56:43 AM »
Athena responded to the next shot with a little twitch. She hadn’t expected the man to fire off again so suddenly, but she did suppose his situation was a desparate one. The vampire fell to the floor, her shoulder in bits, hissing with the pain. Onyx looked at the black blood pooling at her feet with distaste; she had never been fond of the undead, of any kind. While many could control their monstrous, often carnivorous, urges, she felt those who refused to die at first usually lived on to bring about more death.
The man stumbled off, wounded by the vampire. In his hand was some form of grenade, though it appeared to have appeared from thin air. Strange. Still, she reckoned he wasn’t getting very far very quickly, so the Cleaver General bided her time. There was also the vampire, a vicious-looking woman. Athena had a hunch that this woman was a bigger threat than the man she’d initially been set on. The vampire looked at her now, as she egged the General on to make a move. Athena set a pair of disinterested eyes n the mangled monster. She was rather unpleasant.
“I’ve got a downed vampire, alley just off Dean’s Yard. The target is fleeing towards that area. Pursue him, please”. She pocketed her phone, though reckoned the Grand Mage had already read the situation through their minds and sent a squad her way. Her gun raised towards Ximena, Athena spoke calmly, and sternly.
“I’d suggest staying put, if I were you. I’d hate to make that hole in your shoulder any uglier”

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Re: A Close Call (Flint and Hawkeye)
« Reply #36 on: March 08, 2019, 11:36:19 AM »
Time passed, and Rico was beginning to get anxious. Without his hearing, he didn’t pick up on his impending fate, and that was still causing him grief.  But a sixth sense told him that he needed to get out of there.

The flash grenade grew heavy in his hand, it wasn’t about to cut it. The soldier felt something more was going to ride on his arse, so the grenade disappeared before his hand connected with the stone wall behind him. Using the building as a stabiliser, Rico regained his footing and made a mad dash toward the green yard across the street. If anyone were to try and slow him down, he wouldn’t hesitate in tossing an unforgiving tin of tear gas in his wake.
The sprint last for a few paces until his ribs reduced him to a winced jog, though he had a car in sight so his on foot retreat wouldn’t last much longer.
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Re: A Close Call (Flint and Hawkeye)
« Reply #37 on: June 30, 2019, 08:11:18 PM »
The familiar clunking of Cleaver boots put Athena at ease as two of her men trudged past her, moving for the Vampire at a steady pace. The General moved with them, her gun trained on the criminal as she advanced. "You're being placed under arrest", she declared. "For assault and obstruction of Sanctuary operations. Resistance will be met with force, don't let it come to that".

Elsewhere, another squad of Cleavers were scouring the surrounding streets in search of Classified. The merc had managed to avoid their sight thusfar, but it would only be a matter of minutes before they regained his trail and gave chase again.

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Re: A Close Call (Flint and Hawkeye)
« Reply #38 on: July 10, 2019, 04:02:52 AM »
In the wake of her attack on the Cleaver General, Ximena Ortez is taken into custody by the British Sanctuary to be tried as a terrorist.
Rico Classified escapes to Brazil for a time.
Flint is happy that the fishing slag didn’t shoot him in the ass like we planned on doing originally.

Fin.