OOC: Does anyone want to make and play some CoTC NPC’s? It would make things much more interesting. Especially since I get bored of having my own characters fight NPCs I control.
IC: NPC CoTC (Las Vegas)
One of the assassins turned to Nero who was currently dodging beam blasts. He grinned as he unleashed a small concussive force blast at the wheel-chair bound mutant followed up by two shots from his pistol.
“I don’t have a problem killing he handicapped, wheels.”
The flying assassin dodged to the left, flapping his great crimson wings. One of the bullets tore into his shoulder. The mutant grunted in pain before unleashing several more blasts at the mech.
The posted sniper Children aimed their sights on the mech. There were about six of them total now, on three separate buildings, in pairs of two. “Aim for the chest of each of the mech’s,” their squad leader said over the com. They nodded and took a deep breath before adjusting their trajectory according to the wind resistance and the distance. These were the best of the best snipers that were currently fighting alongside Harbinger. Then they all pulled their triggers simultaneously, unleashing sniper rounds towards the chest of each of the mech’s levitating in the air. The rounds were relatively small, but still if they continued to hit they would do damage.
IC: NPC Novocain (Las Vegas)
As Novocain was lifted into the air he glared at Nathan, “Wait is this a trick question?” he smirked. His flesh arm flew forward as he unleashed a chain of lighting towards Nathan’s chest, followed by a blast from his cannon-arm. Novocain knew very well that these attacks may distract Nathan which would end up with him falling.
IC: [color=#4b0082;]Harbinger[/color] (Las Vegas)
[color=#4b0082;]“And you are utterly ****ed,” I grinned. As soon as my bullets and blade had been stopped by some invisible force I’d been ready for a counter assault. I rolled to the left the invisible object passing by me. I couldn’t see it; nor its shape but I knew it was there. In fact I could feel the wind of it as it passed by me. Invisible force of some kind, adjusting combat style… I thought.[/color]
[color=#4b0082;]I stabbed my blade into the ground before I unleashed several more shots at Alex, knowing that he would deflect them. At the same time I grabbed one of my grenades with the other hand primed it and hurled it at Alex, the grenade flew low, heading towards his feet.[/color]
[color=#4b0082;]I then grabbed my sword and grinned, waiting to see what happened. If he deflected the grenade then he’d be open to the bullets, or vice versa. If he survived the explosion it would still distract him, I began to run forward, blade in hand as I prepared to charge around in an arc and slash at him.[/color]
IC: [color=#006400;]Songbird[/color] (Las Vegas)
[color=#006400;]“Are you crazy?” Ashlynn said as she clutched her bleeding body. Her hands began to glow bright green as the bullets were pushed out and the wounds slowly healed. She got to her feet, Ash was p***** now.[/color]
[color=#006400;]She turned to the assassin who had shot her yanking the gun out of her hand with her telekinesis before she then smashed it into the assassin’s temple violently until she was down. Ashlynn walked over to her and unleashed a swift kick to her head; she didn’t need the assassin shooting her again.[/color]
IC: [color=#daa520;]Triblade[/color] (Las Vegas)
[color=#daa520;]Matt looked up at the massive mech’s who were bombarding the area with energy blasts. They were not being indiscrete at all. Whole buildings were being blasted away by their power, and they could easily harm the X-Men as well.[/color]
[color=#daa520;]“**** Enforcers,” Matt said. He had to stop them somehow. He aimed his chest at the Jibraaiyl before he unleashed a massive plasma blast from his chest. The column of red plasma burst from Matt’s chest and cut through the air, making it hum with heat as it surged towards the Jibraaiyl at surprising speed.[/color]
[color=#daa520;]“There are good people down here!” he yelled, knowing they wouldn’t be able to hear him.[/color]
IC:[color=#00ff00;] Mimic[/color] (Las Vegas)
[color=#00ff00;]Christine had found that not all of the hostages were assassins. Using her teleportation powers she was able to teleport behind the remaining assassins attacking her; taking them out with swift kicks to the head and blows to the temple with her fists. She then pulled two of the hostages into her arms before she vanished. She appeared on a hotel she’d seen a ways away from the battle. She placed the hostages down and then vanished again.[/color]
IC:[color=#4b0082;] Darkfang[/color] (Las Vegas)
[color=#4b0082;]Jeremy teleported above the assassin attacking him as he placed his hand on his shoulder. BAMF. They vanished. They appeared a second later miles above the battle as they began to fall through the air. The assassin screamed.[/color]
[color=#4b0082;]“Tonight I will be your elevator to heII sinner.” Jeremy said. He then let go of the man before teleporting to the ground. The man hit the ground a moment later, splattering across the pavement with the sound of shattering bones.[/color]
IC: [color=#008080;]Feral [/color](Las Vegas)
[color=#008080;]Every time I pop my claws I feel pain. Every time my adamantium claws are cutting through my flesh. The pain bothered me as kid, but over the years it became as accustomed to me as blinking. But through that pain I help people. I save innocent lives. But at the same time I cause others intense pain. Who feels the pain if I don’t pop my claws? If I decide not to kill for innocent lives. It’s their blood on my hands then, not my own.[/color]
[color=#008080;]John’s mind wondered as he pulled his claws out of a dead assassin in time to see another swing a blade and decapitate an innocent female officer caught in the crossfire. John felt his animalistic rage fill him; urging him to avenger her death.[/color]
[color=#008080;]“You monster!” he roared as charged towards the assassin, slashing wildly at him. The assassin deflected each slash with one of his six arms, each holding a blade. The assassin sneered at John; he was bald and covered with tattoos.[/color]
[color=#008080;]“If I’m an monster then what are you?” he said as he stabbed two of his blades into John’s chest. John cringed as the blades sunk into his flesh, blood welling down from the wounds. He was right. John was a monster. What made him better then these men? John was as much a killer as them.[/color]
[color=#008080;]“I’m not a monster, I’m an animal.” John growled. He then drove his knee into the man’s chest doubling him over, the assassin letting go of the blades stabbed into John’s chest. John’s claws surged upwards as they cut through the man’s arms like butter. Blood spurted in all directions; severed arms flew into the air as if they were reaching for something they’d never grasp.[/color]
[color=#008080;]John saw fear in the assassin’s face. Now armless his severed stubs twitched as he backed away, “Please, spare me.” He groaned.[/color]
[color=#008080;]“Like you spared that woman?” John said as he pulled the two blades out of his chest and held one in each hand, his own blood running down them. He then crossed the blades and placed them at the man’s neck. He then sliced outwards with them, decapitating the assassin. John let the blades drop to the ground as the gaping wounds in his chest began to close. Beads of blood dripped down from his chest like tears falling from his eye.[/color]