In A New York Minute: Blackhawk Down

In A New York Minute: Blackhawk Down
Date of Scene:	08 December 2012
Location:	Manhattan
Synopsis:	Angantyr is hired to attack the military base of Manhattan, but there are people who wish to stop...or cause chaos.
Cast of Characters:	Daniil Petrov, Adelbert Steiner, Deelel, Relm Arrowny, Cirra Constantine, Angantyr Vespar, Cheshire Cat, CHIEF
Tinyplot:	In A New York Minute

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Angantyr Vespar has posed:
Some time ago...

A man in a standing in front of a camp Angantyr has made for himself. Angantyr looks up, raising an eyebrow at the man in the suit. "What's up LEXUS?"

Days later...

Angantyr signs up as a mercenary for Xanatos. This was going to be an easy job, and getting paid twice. Not a bad gig, Angantyr thinks, so the Shadow Lords want something here, and he just needs to keep the military distracted. People will get mad at him, but whatever, it's a large World of Ruin.

Right now...

An mace tears through organized military forces, suddenly coming out of nowhere. The mace smashes down, smashing through a armored vehicle, as he kicks it away. Already, the Heartless are making life difficult for the trained military men, hit and run tactics...but these aren't his heartless. He can not summon them...

However, he can benefit from them still. He turns, leaping into a group focused on a large group of Heartless. He comes down, viciously slamming the mace into them, aiming to rip through the man. The men scatter, they were trained military men, and gave up their ground to try and get better advantage...

Except that Heartless were already there. Angantyr can't probably take all of them, but he can do considerable damage to the base before they have time to regroup. With their numbers already spread thin, and the heartless continuously growing and number.

It is going to be a long night.

CHIEF has posed:

CHIEF (Central Handler Intelligence for Extreme Firepower) was a program that got out of the Grid into the wonder (*coughcough*) world of users, however getting back has been problematic as SOMEONE ran off with the key device to do this very thing.

However, CHIEF prevails and has learned a few "social" things about the world. Like that men are easy to make cry and when chaos breaks out, people run around like little ants! This makes sometimes getting devices you need to maybe make an impression very important!

After all, everyone loves a big impression!

So while Heartless start to flood the Military base, a man wearing a black duster, with red glasses, is seen freeing a tank from some hinges and then jumping into the hatch, before shutting behind him. One could swear there was a giddy laugh before an echo, "Excellent~"

Soon the tank starts. However, who is going to pay attention to a tank within a hanger, right?

Well, perhaps that wouldn't be the case when suddenly that very hanger door blows off with a loud explosion and a tank comes rolling out. Playing loudly, "Who Made Who" by AC/DC. One could swear someone was within singing as well.

Adelbert Steiner has posed:
CLANK. CLANK. CLANK.

The sound of a sword drawing from its sheath.

Metal creaking against metal.

A determined gaze glaring through the City at the Heartless.

CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANKCLANKCLANK!!! The rattling, rusty, clanking sounds of stomping armor rushing through the city! A dozen of the smaller heartless see the looming opposition and dive upon the armored figure to pile upon it.

And with a yell and a sword swing, the armored figure just plows through a cluster of Heartless, and sending them exploding away from it!

CLANK. "Halt, villain!" Armored hands grip the hilt of the sword, and the warrior says, "The forces of darkness will not claim another inch today!"

Captain Adelbert Steiner has arrived.

And then suddenly a smaller heartless leaps out of nowhere and clings onto his face, causing the captain to yelp and Flail, "GETITOFF!!! GETTITOFF!!!"

Relm Arrowny has posed:
Relm Arrowny has actually been in New York, off and on, a few times. On her own business, mostly - this isn't a place where the Returners spend a lot of time as a group.

One of those times is today. She can't say she /intended/ to get caught up in a massive assault on the entire world. But she also can't say she was going to ignore it. Seriously, would you expect her to just leave?

There are Heartless everywhere. Attacking, charging, rampaging, doing what they do. Relm has never managed to figure out /why/ they act the way they do, but where you get this many of them, someone's probably herding them around.

Seeing as it's already chaotic as anything inside, Relm's entrance into the base's grounds would probably go unnoticed if it wasn't accompanied by a rainbow line; she is standing on what appears to be a multicoloured stripe in the air so that she is actually tall enough to see over things (and she is out of easy reach of the grounded Heartless). There's soldiers under siege! Relm may not be a huge fan of soldiers, but she's even less of a fan of Heartless.

"Hey!" she yells at the closest group of soldiers, paintbrush out. "I'm here to help you!" Relm saw what made them give up the ground in the first place. A man with a mace. Angantyr almost certainly sees the diminuitive mage running at him, holding a paintbrush. It /looks/ harmless. "What the heck are you doing? You're aiming all the wrong way, jerk!" She looks upset.

Cirra Constantine has posed:
Angantyr comes barreling down at the military men, aiming to scatter them to the winds like dust.

The Heartless close in, the mace strikes down. Feet pound the pavement, silver and dark armor moving through the crowd of heartless as they discorporate one by one. A dark wickedly curved blade swings up and intercepts the mace with a resounding clang before Argantyr can strike down hte military men. "Hnn!"

At the other end of the scythe's haft is the artistically carved Judge armor of Cirra Constantine. "A Sell Sword is it?" she hurmphs and steps back from the impact, spinning around to follow through and bring the scyth across Angantyr's mid section and pulls the wicked scyth backwards to try and pulls him off balance before quickly jabbign the spear point on the end of the haft at the mercinary as fast as she can.

Deelel has posed:
Deelel had become aware of the Heartless moving on the city. She'd managed to wipe out a scouting party but it was just one feeler of the massive horder that come. DEELEL had been on full alert since then. She'd enconted more heartless and there's the sound of an engine a type Chief would know very well. It's the sound of a light cycle. It's ramping off one of the building it's a light blue in colour and it's clearly someone from the grid. She'll be passing right by the hanger where Chief would clearly see her, but she doesn't realise he's not one of the soliders here trying to fight the heartless at least not yet.

Cheshire Cat has posed:
The Cheshire Cat appears in his usual enigmatic manner, one moment he's not there, then he walks from behind a lamp post and grins, "A bit of a situation?" He asks no-one in particular, "Good luck." He smirks, looking especially towards Steiner, Relm and Cirra. "I'll be over here." And he steps away, increasing his distance from the heartless, even if only just so slightly.

Daniil Petrov has posed:
When the fighting was just the heartless, Daniil had chosen to stay out of it - the soldiers were mostly doing fine on their own. Mostly. He was far more interested in interacting with more of the people who took the heartless's side.

So he notices when a bunch of soldiers are forced back, and starts heading in that direction, his dark suit quite inconspicious in the dark night, of course that's when the hangar he'd been standing beside explodes and shards of wrecked door fly past him.

He feels rather exposed standing right in front of this tank, so he summons oily shadows from his materia and envelops himself in it, partially hiding himself amongst an unnatural black cloud.

Angantyr Vespar has posed:
A flash...

Steiner is the first that catches his attention. The man smirks as he makes his declaration, and even laughs a bit. Even as he comically kicks the heartless from his shoes. Angantyr laughs again...

"Huh. Forces of Darkness huh? Yeah, sorry, I a-" he pauses at Cirra, as she swings her blade, and he moves, to match her weapon with his own. Her weapon digs into him, cutting a line across his armor, but she is met by the mace, which tears flesh and armor as if they were nothing. "You see? She has it..." he pauses.

"I see Arcadia is here to defend Manhattan? Looking to expand your territory? Looking to perhaps pray on the weak, after they hail you as their savior? If you think I am so foolish than to see through your game, Judge, then you have another thing coming." he says, swinging the weapon around again.

He spits something nearby, not making it quite out, but knowing it was probably unfriendly. It was a hunch..

"Well, time to stop playing around. Restrictions released..." he says, starting to radiate darkness. He is not channeling it...not like a normal Dark Knight does...he is EXUDING it, like a battery of dark energy. "COME JUDGE! MAKE THIS AT LEAST SEEM MEANINGFUL!"

Angantyr moves, swinging once, the darkness trails behind each strike, even if it doesn't directly hit, the darkness adds to the blade's length as he aims to swing it upwards towards Cirra. His right hand glows, his left wielding the massive mace one-handed as he clenches that free hand...

And black fire explodes all around him, aiming to cover everything in it's dark cold flame. Then, without warning the mace comes back down, aiming to crush the ground beneath them all, aiming to literally steal the terrain from them as well.

CHIEF has posed:

"Heartless, Heartless everyone and not a drop to drink." CHIEF muses to himself as he swaps to the next song which happens to be 'Thunderstruck'. He then notes as others come in giving the Heartless hell, he almost debates on testing how well his toy he stole can fire upon them until a 'nicer' target catches his eye.

"What is this?" He cants his head to the side with a raised eye brow. "Well then! Seems a gaming program decided to show off their little ride to the rest of the world." CHIEF then cracks his knuckles before he starts to hit a ton of switches; one could swear some switches and buttons were acting without being touched. "Lets see how 'quick' it is in this world as well."

As the tank continues to roll, the turret turns around to aim onto the light cycle. However CHIEF stared out, gold eyes almost glowing behind the red shades. "..Bang baby." A cold smile crosses his face, as he pulls the trigger.

A loud explosion rocks the air as a tank shell launches from the tank.

However such a fun ride comes to an end as he notices some crazy 'user' standing in front of the tank after the launch of the shell; which actually causes the shell to miss and slam into a building off into a distance throwing materials onto some heartless a bit to close and some Heartless into the air with the greatest of ease!

Though he could have simply ran over the person, he really didn't want to get their blood over the metal. So instead the Tank slams into a concrete wall barrier and gets stuck. CHIEF glaring over at it with some anger. "... Piece of trashing glitch!" He grumbles as he tries to get it off, though with little prevail to do so. He then moves to go open the hatch once more, at least to get a peek if he hit the random racer only to see a building caught by the shell. Then he turns to glare at Daniil about then before hissing out at him. "User! I will crush you with my bare hands!" Sadly he seems little interested in it raining heartless in the background from the explosion. One of them may be holding a sign say: 'Help me'. Or maybe that was part of a sign from the building?

Who knows!

Cheshire Cat has posed:
It seems things are starting to get serious, and the man known as Felix Cheshire... sort of joins that urge, he picks up his head and gives it a solid kick, trying to send it flying towards Angantyr. He stares at Angantyr as he approaches, and the grin certainly isn't going to leave that face either. It is an unusual tactic to be sure. The body is slowly following behind the head, ready to pick it up after it's bounced off, whether from Angantyr or something else.

Relm Arrowny has posed:
The cluster of black fire explodes, surrounding Relm in shadow.

More or less. Thinking quickly, she bent over just before he pounded the ground and drew a quick square around her in the multicoloured paint; it leaves her standing on a block of something instead of a block of nothing.

"Fine," Relm replies to the Cheshire Cat, "but you won't mind if I sketch you then!" And then she turns to Angantyr, who's just tried to explode the ground under her and is leaking dark energy like whoa.

She /definitely/ looks angry now.

Relm jabs her paintbrush in Angantyr's direction. "So you're someone like that, huh? Well, I'm going to show you what we think of people like you, helping the Heartless! Prepare... /to face art/!"

Winding up the paintbrush, Relm quite literally paints the Cheshire Cat in midair. The painting takes about five seconds to finish, no more, and it looks entirely lifelike when it throws itself at Angantyr, claws flashing... before, eventually, fading away exactly like the real one might, leaving only a lingering slick of enchanted paint on whatever it touched.

Relm herself now has her hands on her hips, as if she expects Angantyr to stop doing whatever he's doing under the face of her power.

Adelbert Steiner has posed:
Steiner manages to rip the mini-Heartless off of his face and goes wide eyed as the flames are unleashed upon everyone in the area, and he raises up his arms to guard his face, but otherside feels the dark burns accross his side. The ground disappearing beneath his feet, he steadies his ground and plants himself on a part of the ground that isn't shattering beneath everyone, and stands his ground.
Because he's a boss like that.

The Captain then points his sword at Angantyr and replies, "If you aren't allied with the Heartless, then take your leave from this city. If you are, then no quarter will be spared!"

He shifts his stance, and focuses on analyzing every weak point in the black armored man's defenses, before charging in and running past with a slash targetting at Ang's side, and then moving away in order to reset his stance. A hit and run attack.

Cirra Constantine has posed:
Cirra's eyes dart over Angantyr from behind her helmet as he starts releasing dark power like that. "You..." her eyes narrow. "I have no other purpose here." The mace come down, and Cirra jumps sideways the head of the mace tearing armor off her body like it was paper. Blood splatters across the ground, but Cirra ignores it for a moment as she takes a step back from the other Dark Knight.

She thought she as the only one willing to sacrifice her body. A tingle runs down her spine as she gets a unique perspective on just how dangerous Angantyr probably is. She starts chanting under her breath. Concentric hexagonal shapes layer up infront of her, solidifying into a shield. She steps sideways, spinning the scythe in both hands as she watches the man carefully.

Deelel has posed:
Deelel has got the tank's attention, it's clearly not one of the User what was the term? Soliders she thinks it was. The tank took a shot at her she's forced to skid out of harms way cause really? Tank shell + Light cycle = Bad day for Light Cycle and pilot. She is pulling around about to Derezze the buike when she hears the pilot of the tank screaming about User. She stops starting the warble in the voice that was lacking in Users here and the term he used, also the hate.

"Wait another Basic here?! PROGRAM IDENIFTY YOURSELF! STATE YOUR FUNCTION AND ALIGNANCE!" Danill might be in for a suprise t the woman's words as the cycle vanishes burst of light only remaining as a baton in Deelel's hand. The circuit tattos she has glow much like a normal programs lines on the grid. She's staring the tank down now.

Daniil Petrov has posed:
It's pretty unnerving to have tank shells firing over your head, and Daniil looks over to see what the tank was firing at - a light-bike - with a vaguely familiar form on it. Did he see a dosier on that person somewhere? He'd have to check his files.

Then the man in the tank starts yelling at him, okay - definitely a bad guy. The suited man holds out an arm and a glowing point in the air builds up into a flickering ball of fire. He hurls it at the front of the tank, sending it roiling along the metal surface on a path up the sloped surface towards the turret and the driver's head.

"Come on out and give it your best shot." he taunts.

Angantyr Vespar has posed:
Angantyr moves, his fist leads the way as he dives for Relm first, his fist aiming to punch the kid across the face, aiming to break any enchantments on her...of course, this means that he leaves himself wide open for another Felix to rain pain on him...but he keeps coming.

The Real Felix unleashes concentrated madness in the form of his own head!? Angantyr's eyes widen a bit, not sure how to even deal with that, as it bounces off his arm, and he punches the thing's head right back at him. "Spooky," he speaks, oddly.

Steiner comes next, and he moves to also punch him, taking the wound from his weapon across the chest. "I am a mercenary, you idiot. I was paid to be here, if you can't figure out who by now...well, that's your problem. I don't have time for a Q and A." he says, and notices Cirra starting to play defensively.

"Fine. I'm pretty much done here. I'll make this quick!" he says, and looks towards Relm, "Look young lady, pout all you want, I'm getting paid. What's the worst that can even happen? So what, the Shadow Lords run the city, big whoop, can't be any worse than Arcadia here. I mean, one set of tyrants is just like any other."

Then without warning he swings the mace down, sending out a dark wave of energy towards the entire group, aiming to completely drain their bodies, before sending the energy back into him.

CHIEF has posed:

The shot goes over CHIEF's head, though he doesn't flinch, he only grins a deadly grin. He then reaches into the pocket of the coat, pulling out a cigar, before lighting it. Something was very odd about that cigar. However he took a few puffs from it. "My, my User, you are so serious to be destroyed so quickly? I am surprised, but who would I be to not turn down the request!"

He hops up on top of the Tank, hands exposed. It was about then the black body suit he wore under the jacket had green lines that flickered across the surface. Those gold eyes almost seeming to be glowing from behind the red lens as the smiled remained. He slowly glanced over to the one who was demanding his 'function', before he tilts his head to the side. He raises a smile eye brow before he just grins even wider. "Why don't you say please first and I may be so inclined to answer, but if you desire to share his fate. I will be very so glad to incline! But first~~"

CHIEF then leaps into the air, reaching past his Duster he pulls out an odd looking rifle. "Lets dance!" He then flicks his cigar at Daniil, rolls onto the ground and then blasts a shot at him. For now, the other program goes ignored.

CHIEF has posed:

The shot blast CHIEF in the face almost knocking him back into the tank. Though such an action only brings a deadly grin to his face. He then reaches into the pocket of the coat, pulling out a cigar, before lighting it on the small fire on his jacket, before putting out the fire.. Something was very odd about that cigar. However he took a few puffs from it. "My, my User, you are so serious to be destroyed so quickly? I am surprised, but who would I be to not turn down the request!"

He hops up on top of the Tank, hands exposed. It was about then the black body suit he wore under the jacket had green lines that flickered across the surface. Those gold eyes almost seeming to be glowing from behind the red lens as the smiled remained. He slowly glanced over to the one who was demanding his 'function', before he tilts his head to the side. He raises a smile eye brow before he just grins even wider. "Why don't you say please first and I may be so inclined to answer, but if you desire to share his fate. I will be very so glad to incline! But first~~"

CHIEF then leaps into the air, reaching past his Duster he pulls out an odd looking rifle. "Lets dance!" He then flicks his cigar at Daniil, rolls onto the ground and then blasts a shot at him. For now, the other program goes ignored.

Adelbert Steiner has posed:
Massive wave of Dark energy incoming on EVERYONE, leaving a path of distruction on everyone that stands in its way. This much damage might seriously hurt everyone here. It was gonna be troublesome taking Angantyr down already, if they all went down, they might not stand a chance against the man.

Then a single figure in rusty armor runs into the path of the blast, and throws his blade out, pointing at the blast and splitting it upon the point of his sword. Steiner is gritting his teeth, as he takes the blast head on, one meant for everyone else as well.

The force pushes him back, but he stands his ground.

The flames sear his body, but he stands his ground.

The darkness is terrifying, but he stands his ground.

Even enveloped in the dark blast, one can almost see a light eminating from the knight, as through his armor changed from the rusty bucket into a magestic paladin's platemail.

And then the blast ends, and Steiner still stands, gritting his teeth and scorched all over. He breathes heavily for a few moments more, before saying painfully, "Not an inch more...."

Before his eyes close and the knight of Pluto falls forward, knocked unconscious from enduring it all.

Relm Arrowny has posed:
Relm Arrowny takes the punch. On the plus side, there were no enchantments on her, so nothing gets broken.

On the minus side, she just got punched in the face and Relm is not actually particularly sturdy. She recoils backwards, eyes watering until she gets it under control, and now she has what is going to be a brand new bruise right on her forehead.

"Oh that is /it/!" Relm jabs with the paintbrush again. "I don't care if you're getting paid! There's just some things you don't - "

Incensed, Relm didn't even see the windup for the attack. Fortunately, Steiner did. Steiner, who just ran aaaall the way in front of her. Relm is blown back from the force of the attack, but she lands on her feet, more or less unharmed. Welp.

"You see what you did?" Relm pulls something else out from her other hip. It is a dirk, less an artistic tool and more an actual weapon. Cracking her knuckles, she starts to paint.

It's easy. Just a line, but the line resolves into another dirk - and she keeps doing this, knife after knife, sending a veritable machine gun of sharp objects flying toward Angantyr in threes and fours, speeding up until it ends with a cluster that must contain like thirty knives. "INCOMING!"

Cheshire Cat has posed:
With all the darkness going towards Steiner, Felix Cheshire is free to stay to the side. He does see some of the others are in a bit of a pickle, and so he picks his head back up and with a soundless motion puts it back on, the man starts to dance on the battlefield, as though there was none, and just says a single phrase, "Don't lose your head." Didn't he just do that?

Deelel has posed:
Deelel is just a multi media program who was forced by Sark to surive in the pits. She did something strange she adapted past what she was created for and learned to fight and surived. She's not a Guardian but she knows she's the only protection the Grid has in this world from those who used her to escape. Chief does not seem to be viral, what is his deal? She puts the light rod on her hip where it attaches to her clothing. The disk on her back is taken in hand as her green eyes narrow looking the other basic over for a moment. Out of the corner of her eye she witnesses one of the most selfessless things she's ever seen as a user clad in plate armour intercept s powerful attack protecting many of the other defects at the cost of his own well being There's nothing she can do for him she has this mysterious program to handle now. It seems she's fated to fight every last of her own kind to exit the grid into user space. It's her fault she has to mend the problem and defence both her home and her creators.

"I see very well program. I am Deelel, I am a multi media program. I will not let you through if you intend to make things worse. It's nothing personal."

She breaks into a run at Cheif and her disk is in the air in short order, she's making use of the terraina s the thing bonces off and about too try and strike Chief several times. She calls out to the turk. "Don't sit still he's a military program."

What was one doing here and he had issues with Users clearly.

Cirra Constantine has posed:
Cirra braces herself against the incoming wave of darkness, hunkering herself down and crossing her arms over her head to protect against the attack that...never comes. Cirra looks up from behind her arms and watches Adelbert stand his ground against the entire wave. She stands up slowly as she just...watches the man take the attack meant for everyone else. "What..." then the man falls, not dead, but battered and unconcious.

Cirra doesn't usually display the hole range of emotions. Something she learned to keep the Darkness Between All Things in check. But now, as her fist clenches at herside, shaking in barely concotrolled anger.

Well, Fury is something she understands pretty well.

"Leave me BE trickster!" her hand cuts through the air as if to cut of Chesire's approach. She wants to be left alone. Left alone with all that overpowering anger, to let it all flow out in to the only target suitable at this time: Angantyr.

Cirra taks proper hold of her scythe again, and dashes forward, the weapon is spun around overhead and cuts in behind the other Dark Knight, threatening to cut off his head from behind as she tries to pull him face first to the ground.

Cirra isn't all brute power though. She maintains a speed and grace thats difficult to follow as she spins around and kicks one legs out, sliding in behind Ang's guard to kick her foot up, pullign his leg as she uses the full momentuem to her advantadge.

Completing the spinning move she jumps skywards, spinning the scythe in her hand and holds it downward, pike point first and lets herself drop on Ang's body at terminal speed.

Then as stars wink out on by one, something in the back of her mind registers it.

It registers it by going very very cold.

Daniil Petrov has posed:
Daniil bats the lit cigar out of the air with a gloved hand, the embedded materia in his palm glowing with recent use. Then the tank's driver fires at him and he's forced to duck and roll out of the way, backwards but straight back to his feet a few steps from where the gunblast landed. "Two against one, I think it's you who's in trouble, malfunctioning program."

The Turk creates and hurls what looks like a small white-hot burning coal at Chief, which breaks up in flight into a scattered blast of burning embers, and then from in his coat, he hurls a trio of knives at the program's legs hidden in the wake of the fire magic.

On the advice of his new ally, he doesn't wait for a return fire and starts dashing towards the protection of the side of the hangar, in a few seconds he'll have some cover to fight behind.

Angantyr Vespar has posed:
Angantyr watches the resolve of the Knight of Pluto. Angantyr for a moment, watches the man challenge his attack, made to take out the entire group...throwing himself selflessly into it and protecting the rest of them. He pauses, for a moment the resolve of the Dark Knight drops.

However, the weapon moves up, as Relm's storm of knives fly at him. He swings, a wave of darkness aiming to catch her, but he fails to knock the knives away, taking the wrath of a thousand cuts. Blood starts to drip from the various wounds. His eyes narrow, as then a glimmer of metal is detected.

Angantyr swings up, Cirra's weapon seen at the last possible second. He moves, using his mace to parry, as the two swing at each other for a brief second, dark strength against dark strength, before Angantyr steps forward aiming to swing the mace in again, using those spikes to cause more damage.

Then, Angantyr raises the mace upwards. Darkness starts channeling through his body, focusing into the mace, as a dark red aura starts building up through the entire body of the dark knight. The Darkness releases from his body, wrapping around him and transforming the chain mail into dark plate. His entire body covered by the dark plate...

Looking into the armor directly was like looking into the abyss, as tendrils of darkness snaked from it, and something almost seemed to be lurking below the dark armor. However, the red hue continues to glow brighter and brighter...

Act now, heroes, or all is lost!

CHIEF has posed:

Deelel rushes toward CHIEF while he has his back turned away from her. He can only chuckle mildly at her personality. "I never said 'see', I said say please. Young programs have such lacking in manners. Must be from all those games you play sound scores too."

Then as she leaps in to get him, he jumps into the air to meet her, using his pulse rifle to knock her away with a few quick shots. "But yes, I am a military program, as you so kindly put it. However you have nothing to /fear/. I make death /very/ entertaining! Hahahaha!"

However the 'user' is causing some trouble, as Daniil makes his comment and follows it up with several magical flaming knives. Which slice through CHIEF's leg and cuts up the backside of the Duster, catching bits of it on fire for a moment. However for Daniil's brave act, he is returned with an explosion blast from the pulse rifle which acts to attempt to knock Daniil into the sky.

CHIEF lands ontop of the roof of one of the warehouses, almost falling flat over and rolling a bit before he slowly pushes himself back up. Gritting his teeth, before he only laughs softly. "Nicely done user! However, Malfunctioning I am not!" He then stands up, resting the pulse rifle on his shoulder, removing the glasses to pocket them. "I am only doing what I was created to do by your kind."

Those gold eyes stare right at Daniil, "..Be an instrument of destruction! He says with a dark smile, before he runs off the building before blasting another exploding shot at them both, then dividing the rifle somehow in half, and then shooting off a strange laser life that attempts to bounce back to him. Then for the final which he spins around, he blasts off several shots at them both in quick, rapid bolts.

CHIEF has posed:

Deelel rushes toward CHIEF while he has his back turned away from her. He can only chuckle mildly at her personality. "I never said 'see', I said say please. Young programs have such lacking in manners. Must be from all those games you play sound scores too."

Then as she leaps in to get him, he jumps into the air to meet her, using his pulse rifle to knock her away with a few quick shots. "But yes, I am a military program, as you so kindly put it. However you have nothing to /fear/. I make death /very/ entertaining! Hahahaha!"

However the 'user' is causing some trouble, as Daniil makes his comment and follows it up with several magical flaming knives. Which slice through CHIEF's leg and cuts up the backside of the Duster, catching bits of it on fire for a moment. However for Daniil's brave act, he is returned with an explosion blast from the pulse rifle which acts to attempt to knock Daniil into the sky.

CHIEF lands ontop of the roof of one of the warehouses, almost falling flat over and rolling a bit before he slowly pushes himself back up. Gritting his teeth, before he only laughs softly. "Nicely done user! However, Malfunctioning I am not!" He then stands up, resting the pulse rifle on his shoulder, removing the glasses to pocket them. "I am only doing what I was created to do by your kind."

Those gold eyes stare right at Daniil, "..Be an instrument of destruction!" He says with a dark smile, before he runs off the building before blasting another exploding shot at them both, then dividing the rifle somehow in half, and then shooting off a strange laser life that attempts to bounce back to him. Then for the final which he spins around, he blasts off several shots at them both in quick, rapid bolts.

Relm Arrowny has posed:
Relm Arrowny shoots another glance at Adelbert. Well... not much she can do for Steiner.

Instead Relm looks up, at the gathering storm, and across, to her allies ('allies', perhaps; she's not sure what the cat is doing, though the grin did revitalize her a little bit so there's that). "Your magic," she says, instead, "is creepy." He's charging up? She has a solution for that.

Relm draws. She doesn't even paint anything physical - she paints the storm instead, a blobby cloud in front of her, arcing with electricity. It erupts all at once, a howling rising windstorm, a mirror to what's above; she leaps into the storm, riding her painted weather upwards and trying to follow where it's blowing Angantyr.

He might be a little surprised, moments later, when Relm flies up and at him, wielding the paintbrush like it was a sword or a knife. Angantyr might be /more/ surprised when she starts drawing rainbow lines across his armour, peeling it open and leaving him wreathed in a multicoloured halo.

Cheshire Cat has posed:
The cat is creepy, that's true, but he doesn't seem to care, he just looks towards his opponent for tonight with that same grin, "Everyone is mad." He insists, keeping up the grin, Picking his head back up from his nack and then kicking it towards Angantyr at high velocity, very high velocity. It moves erratically and should fly past Angantyr, then sail back and hit him from behind.

Deelel has posed:
Deelel is still engaging the military program. "I am not going to die here. I surived Sark's pits." She was behind a chunk of the grid going up in smoke when she escape. She'd caused a lot of chaos if Chief had been away then she'd vanished it seemed she'd found her way out here. She says "If that's your choice then. you have at least chosen your own function."

She's clipped by the attack pretty hard but it could be a heck of a lot worse for her all things considered she's hurt but she's still in the fight.

"Why do you hate users? What did your creator do to you?!"

She launches her disk but clearlys is preparing for something else...

Daniil Petrov has posed:
Daniil is thrown backwards and upwards by the blast, though he was moving fast enough that he only caught the edge of the blast. Thusly thrown into the air, he found to his dismay that he as a normal-ish human was unable to fly, and came crashing back to the ground, rolling to a halt and pushing himself back to his feet as the manic program moves away to the nearby rooftop.

Daniil breaks into a run towards the building the program is on, and while on the way restores his fading defensive magics. He leaps up the edge of the building, getting high enough to land a step on the metal sheet wall and then grab the edge of the roof to pull himself up to his knees at the edge of the roof. "So then, if you were created - by whom? Which, I think..., is what my friend just said but not in tech-speak." and then with a slightly sarcastic smirk, he adds, "Ple~ase."

Cirra Constantine has posed:
Cirra misses her flurry of attacks, but the cold realisation that Something Is Wrong only seems to keep right on driving her. The counter attack from Angantyr only grazes the Dark Kngiht Judge's head as she leans way back, letting the mace pass over head, the head of the weapon scraping up hte mouth guard of the helemet and clipping on the nose just so. Enough that the helemet is shoved up, off Cirra's head and causing her long silver hair to spill out.

Red eyes narrow as she steps back one foot to regain her balance. She remebers the feeling of being helpless when she saw her home... "Not this time..."

The Judge puts her foot forward and rests the shaft of her scythe in the crook of her elbow as she steps forward, spinning on her heel to slice the weapon through the air, and Angantyr as hard as possible, try to cleave him in half.

She quickly jumps up, and swings the scythe to jam hte pile point into the other Dark Knight as hard as possible, and hten uses that to vault even higher into hte air.

Sumemrsaulting overhead, Cirra comes backdown on he other side of Angantyr with her weapon held tightly in both hands, the wickedly curved blade of the scythe attempting to bisect him right from top to bottome.

Angantyr Vespar has posed:
The Dark Knight's aura continues to grow...he does not move to attack, or defend. He can not, channeling this attack was a sacrifice on his part, but he also could turn the pain of their attacks into fuel for his own. The humming of the aura becomes fierce, easily overpowering words the closer you were to him.

The storm is drawn, the dark viral nature and the darkness seeks to consume the Dark Knight. He doesn't scream, not that it would be easy to hear it anyway with the power being generated. It burs him, searing the dark plate that now adorns his body.

But he persists.

The Cheshire's head bounces off of the Dark Knight's head, causing him only to look up. The Visor turns to him only for a moment, before it turns to look at Cirra who is already moving towards him. However, despite the insanity of the attack.

He still stands.

Cirra comes in, taking full advantage of his stationary stance, the attack continues to rumble ominously. The very ground itself starting to shake. The scythe strikes true, slicing through the dark armor and causing blood to swell up from the blow. Even as she spins...

She brings the scythe down, tearing through more of the armor, more blood and a line of red form. He coughs, blood escaping his lips, and looks battered...

But he still attacks.

"NOT ENOUGH!" he shouts finally. "LET DARKNESS CONSUME YOU!" he booms, before the Mace swings in a massive overwhelming arch into the ground, aiming to completely shatter the ground. The wave of darkness hits the ground, becoming a singular point aiming to consume everything around him...

Then a blood red explosion bursts out, a wave of sanguine power lashes out like water, aiming to consume the rest.

CHIEF has posed:

CHIEF gets impacts by the disk, knocking him back a few times; cutting his jacket, and bits of his 'skin'. He returns the favor by using the pulse rifle in a strange way. He recombines it, before firing it at Deelel and on impact it turns almost into a sphere around her in order to attempt to slam her into the roof top everyone is gathering on.

CHIEF then glances at them both before he twirls his pulse rifle in his hands. He then points to Daniil as he looks to Deelel, "At least the user has better manners the you do, mp3 player." He says before doing a 'tsk tsk' motion with his index finger.

He then looks to Daniil, still smiling, even with the damage he has suffered noticeable over him. The cuts, burns, and probably some other nasty wounds these two have unleashed thus far on the program that refuses to bow down. "Who mad me? Simple. The military. As for what branch I do not know nor do I care." He then laughs a little before his eyes narrow. "After all, to many times of repurposing can do strange things to ones head!"

He then points the pulse rifle at Daniil, "However as to why I do what I do, it is for the /sheer/ entertainment of it. I do as I wish, how I wish. I take no orders from anyone. CHIEF, does as he wishes." The program then smiles only slightly. "..just like you users."

"After all, what is good for the goose!" He then starts to charge up his pulse rifle, "..Is good for the gander.." His voice almost dropping in tone with suddenly a minor hint of seriousness. Then firing off several shots, he attempts to beam back the energy to himself once more, before sliding down low and with it then fires off a blast from the pulse rifle at them both as well.

Relm Arrowny has posed:
Not enough. And now he's attacking. Relm knows she is /nowhere/ near tough enough to take a blow like that. Her eyes widen as she sees what he's doing and how much raw power he's releasing; she lands, painting something else in front of her. Something she can see.

It is a brick wall.

Relm's impromptu shield explodes into shrapnel when the wave hits it - and behind it she has put another wall, and then a third, which is the one she is actually crouching behind. The second one doesn't survive either; the third one cracks, but holds long enough for the blast to fade.

Relm steps out an instant before it collapses down on her head; it actually vanishes, leaving paint stains on the ground. Her hat is disarrayed. She looks stressed... but, thanks to Mickey, at least somewhat inspired.

"Hey, man!" she calls to Angantyr, her voice mocking and strained all at once. "Paint your portrait?"

Relm paints a sketchy figure that resolves into Angantyr - the Angantyr she sees now, in front of her. There is no way she can channel the same amount of power through it that he did, so she doesn't try; the image slams its mace down, releasing not a gigantic wave of power but a concentrated line, aimed right back at Angantyr!

Cheshire Cat has posed:
This is going nowhere good, and even with his intense stare as he just accepted the onslaught, Felix Cheshire didn't take him down. So now it's time to kick things up a notch. Just a little notch, "Aren't you insane?" Goes the head as it's picked up, kicked into the air byh is body and then with a wide kick send straight for Angantyr at high velocity. It's perhaps not the most powerful attack possible, but Felix tries. This is bad.

Deelel has posed:
Deelel says "What can I say I'm just recently compiled I been told that I'm a fool and trouble. Danniil? Your kind the users made us both and every other basic that exists. We are your kind's creation." She totally is an MP3 player and she loves Napster! She hears the term repurposing and there's a look of sympathy on her face as the snark fades away. She's heard about what it does to a program. They forget most of who they are. It seems Chief has had such happen to him but something ramaind the anger at being changed it seems. She's not about to stay stille. Rifle like weapons were rare on the grid they tended to belong to high end scurity programs or military ones. You didn't want to mess with the LOL or any of it's kin. She flips out of the way her disk launching as she's mid flup right for something behind Chief it bounced of f a building and is coming right back at him from behind.

Daniil Petrov has posed:
The Turk bends down and presses his gloved hand onto the cold metal surface of the roof the three of them were standing on, and the metal warps with sudden heat, a red path of melting steel creeps towards Chief with increasing speed.

"I believe you have a Game called lightbikes, where if you touch the line you die. This is like that, but the line is chasing you."

The path of warping metal ignites into a wall of flame as the spell rushes towards the program and splits, rushing around and trying to encircle him in flames many times taller than the people present. Then, as some of the metal roofing begins to give way, Daniil hurls a ball of flame at Chief which explodes as it gets close, sending hunks of burnt, bent, flaming metal spraying in all directions.

Cirra Constantine has posed:
The Darkness.

It washes out over Cirra like a wave from Angantyr. Cirra's teeth grind tightly as she doubles over from he wave of Darkness. It distorts and warps, it gives dark impressions to new and old memories. It tries to crush and destroy her, but...

Cirra has long been familier with this darkness.

She gave up everything, /everything/ after all she had was taken away from her. She let go of a promising career, a future, just to learn the same arts that destroyed her home.

Eyes open in a flash and one black leather gloved hand punches out through the wave and reaches out, grasping hte other Dark Knight by the collar. The silver haired woman steps out from the darkness, eyes glowing golden like a black Mage as she stares at Angantyr with a cold gaze.

Cirra spins about, lifting up one foot as silver hair splays out inh te wind and she plants it right in the man's stomach with enough force to crack concrete.

She hefts, somehow heaving the much larger man up over her shoulder and throws himdown at the ground, letting him bounce once before leaping up and bringing down both feet at his chest to slam him into hte ground, cracking the pavement below him. And then she leans down, one hand over his face to pull him up towards hers so she can whisper.

"Not enough."

Cirra rolls forward, carrying the man after her, tossing him upwards like he was a doll and then steps forward, both hands on her scythe to swing the sweapon upwards, intercepting hte Dark Knight as he obeys the rule of the darkness between all things.

What goes up, must come down.

Angantyr Vespar has posed:
The ground, split by the power of darkness seeps magic for a bit. The armor, shattered by the massive array of power, looking towards Cirra who still manages to persist. The man who was also a cat, still alive. The brick wall shattered, but still managing to protect Relm.

"Heh." he says, this was getting desperate, for everyone. The show from King Mickey inspires these heroes, and might distract Cirra, to fight harder. The mace comes back to his side, both hands gripping it now. He was fighting seriously, and he wasn't about to go down so easily.

Then he saw himself, a mockery of his own attack moving towards him...but he was an initiate of the dark. The mace moves, swinging down to shatter the line, breaking it like a boulder in a river. The cat that was a man capitalizes on this, his head once more flying towards him...

Agantyr takes a shot to the stomach, but he is focused on Cirra who is coming at him with abandon. The blows of the two dark knights are traded. However, Angantyr was fighting defensively, trying to keep those blows at bay as he considers his next move. Each strike, trying to put him into a better position. Even as she spins, aiming to bisect him...

Then he moves, running right at her as he swings the mace upwards in a massive arch. A wave of putrid darkness flies out, aiming to consume Cirra, before he swings again, another wave aiming to consume both Felix and Relm. The ground cracking and melting as the darkness rolls across the ground.

CHIEF has posed:

CHIEF attempts to get out of the way of Deele's attack, however the disc comes in and cuts him across the thigh, which causes him to impact roughly on the ground. He actually laughs a little bit. "Nicely done, MP3 program. Next time aim a little higher up." He points at his own neck before he gives her a wink.

However Daniil gets his attention as he starts to heat up the area around him, also speaking of the games. CHIEF cants his head to one side, then slowly to the other. "..I actually know very little of these Games you speak of, after all, do I look like the type to submit myself to that oversized mainframe-wanna-be?"

When the blast comes though, CHIEF quickly gets the message, "However, I am getting tired of your fire tricks, user." He then leaps out of the way. His jacket getting caught quickly in the fire, and part of his backside in turn, which causes him to grit his teeth momentary, and toss off the leathery jacket that just happen to still be on flames. He glares at it offensively, huffing a bit in annoyance. Then having to dance back a bit from the falling parts of metal that come crashing down till he nearly stands on the edge of the roof.

That could have been bad.

"Nice try though User, but next time, try something a little more..." CHIEF then separates his pulse rifle once more, spinning it now in both hands. "Flashy and less, hmm.." He then stops spinning the weapons before tapping the barrel to his chin. "..well.. I guess you can't get more flashier than that, can you?" CHIEF then chuckles, as he lowers the weapons. They starts to glow gently in his hands as the barrel tips become brighter.

"Now, I like to tell you both this. In all honest, I hate taking things seriously. Takes the fun out of life after all, however you," He looks directly at Daniil. "Are leaving me choice, so with that said." He then smiles an almost insane smile. "You gotta do what you gotta do!!"

"My turn for the flashy!" That was the only warning the two got before his rifle barrel tips glow bright. Then aiming at them both, his gold eyes almost glowing; like a computer calculating. Then with a laugh, he blasts a massive stream of firepower from the rifles that are not only enough to threaten to tear away the very roof that was just ignite onto fire, but flash right through them like hot fire, pulling back any energy right back into CHIEF like some massive siphon.

Relm Arrowny has posed:
Relm Arrowny's image is shattered by Angantyr.

This is okay. They never last very long anyway. But it is still enough to irritate Relm, who is not accustomed to have her Sketches destroyed by angry dark knights.

"Philistine!" she yells after him. "Uncultured jerk! I'll paint a mustache on your face! I'll tie-dye your armour! I'll - crap - " Relm attempts to evade this stray blast, too - but doesn't get to.

The explosion of darkness rolling across the ground catches Relm and throws her. She hits the ground with a thump and doesn't seem like she's going to get up for a moment... but eventually she manages it, picking herself up. "Ow ow ow..."

Relm doesn't /precisely/ charge. But she does advance, brandishing the paintbrush again; she uses it like a melee weapon, darting in and leaving red lines on the armour, if she's lucky. Red lines that explode into flame and molten metal moments after she picks up the paintbrush, like superheated streaks.

She also tries very hard to get a mustache on his face. It is a black fu manchu and it lasts about twenty seconds before vanishing.

Deelel has posed:
Deelel never wanted to fight in the first place, she'd never wanted to Derezze anything once but she's had no choice to stay alive but here she she's being pressed. This something that could likely fight LEXUS on even footing and she knows one hit and she's done.

"I got game what can I say."

Daniil is pressing the old poreogram hard but he's still not stopped. As for Deelel she honestly wonders about the the more powerful program has said.

She fought in the pits for a long time, then it was a random rogue program who liberated her, Cel and the others. She went through a dying part of the grid to escape only to realise both MCP and LEXUS had used her to get out and now there's a Military program a powerful one at that. She now does something as the attacks come in she flips, and seems to dance through the shots that come her way she's charging at Chief and Sarks words echo in her mind after all this time.

"FINISH THE GAME!"

She strikes with one powerful throw of her disk at Chief.

Daniil Petrov has posed:
As the gun is levelled at him and the barrels warm up, Daniil makes the rather odd manouver of running towards the program, perhaps that's what gives him the edge he needs that when the lance of destructive energy blasts towards him, he leaps up and over it, drawing the sword from its shoulder sheath as he arcs over the deadly beam.

It occurs to him in a moment of clarity that he'd better make himself scarse when the battle was done, someone was getting a massive bill for collateral damage here.

Then he pulls his sword back to lunge, lands beside Chief, dropping down to one knee and makes a few quick slashes to push the program back while Deelel moves in for the killing shot.

Cirra Constantine has posed:
Cirra trades repeated blows with Angantyr, the scythe and mace boucing off each other in sprays of dark sparks and lightening. She leans into a weapon lock, pressing her physical strength against Angantyr's.

The putrid wave of darkness launches from the mace, Cirra's golden eyes narrow as she completes her spin. The scythe in her hands swings around, and the pike point slams down into the ground, bracing it against the wave that smashes over the weapon.

Cirra pants, but her head turns to track the other Dark Knight again.

Launching herself into continuing the attack, but she's running out of breath, out of ability to channel the power. But she's not done yet. She spins the weapon around and jabs the blunt end into Angantyr's stomache, then twists around her center of gravity as she spins the scyth overhead, bringign the curved blade sweeping down, then up for the dark knight's legs.

CHIEF has posed:

CHIEF almost gets caught up by the Media gaming program as she comes in quickly. The disk slams into his arm as he attempts to block it, and Daniil is able to whip that sword of his around but for a cost. CHIEF reaches out and blasts a strange charge at Daniil, before he falls off the roof of the building.

The military program lands hard onto the ground, rolling across the roadway, before moving back up to his feet in a crouch. He inhales deeply, before he stares at them both for a moment. "Nice try from you both. I must admit, you two are quiet the pair. I guess that is so many programs like to bow down to their users. They need them to be strong."

Wait, was that a vocal slap to Deele?

CHIEF then combines the rifle once more before he smiles softly, almost laughing a little. "Now what am I going to do now with you both? We are doing a great job at destroying this beautiful facility, which I must thank you both for!" He then flips the rifle in the air before he catches it. "Oh I know!" There was a flicker of light in his eyes as he chuckles softly. "I know what we are going to do.."

"Lets fly!" Then CHIEF leaps into the air, before he blasts what is left of the structure of them to stand on sending them up into the air, before turning around and trying to rapid fire them in the sky itself.

Angantyr Vespar has posed:
Relm mustache him a question.

But he was shaving it for later.

Things get heated, the dark knight's battle continues to make a rain of sparks and darkness spray from their continued attacks. Relm moves in to take advantage of this, and a mark goes across his face.

The sweep strikes the legs of Angantyr, cutting through the armor and blood seeping through the wounds. He continues to stand, weakening, but still fighting. Slowly, he steps forward, the mace glowing with the color of blood as he swings it.

The wide arch aiming to smash both Relm and Cirra, aiming to coat itself into their wounds, and then draw that power back to Angantyr. The darkness does not fade from hi, it is diminished, but it does not leave him. The power continues to flow, like a stream.

"You're pretty good." he admits to Cirra.

Relm Arrowny has posed:
Relm Arrowny flicks her paintbrush towards Angantyr when he swings at her, and a shard of multicoloured... something flicks off. It isn't really a blade so much as a bit of paint that decided to be pointy.

It also covers her fast step backwards. Relm is light on her feet, but she finally lands for real, touching down. This is taking /way/ too long, she thinks to herself. Why can't Locke or someone be here? She's pretty sure it would have been handled by now.

"Hey, ugly. Are you hitting on her? Because this is totally not the time /or/ the place," Relm says, keeping up her chatter. She looks around at the status of others. There's still some soldiers around - and a tank! Perfect.

Relm scribbles out a tank with her paintbrush. It's not very big, not as big as the real thing, but the cannon shells it launches are real enough and explode in comedically large and smoky explosions. Relm doesn't know a lot about tanks. It shows. "Incoming!"

Cirra Constantine has posed:
Cirra tries another intercept, but this time her swing is too slow. The power washes over her, anthen away. It makes her sick to her stomach, even though she knows exactly what it is. Really that just makes it worse. "Hnng! I don't take compliments from the enemy!"

Cirra regathers herself and swings the scythe aroudn her hips, bringing it back around to her front with a spin between her fingers, letting the spinning weapon swing up at Angantyr's chin to knock his head back.

"Nor do I give any!"

Cirra steps in to the attack, the pike point onht e Scythe hammers up at Angantyr's midsection to try and lift him off the ground with the force of the blow.

Cirra quickly steps in again and holds the haft of her weapon with both hands as she spins around, aiming to catch the air born Angantyr with the inner curve of the scythe blade. "Begone!"

Daniil Petrov has posed:
Reacting a litle late to the barrage of fire, Daniil takes a shot in the hip that burns into him, and he groans through gritted teeth as he moves towards the edge of the building to get off before it falls apart any further while further fire rains down on them both. He leaps over the edge and makes a mental effort to shake off his wound.

He holds out his hand and a glowing point forms into a small ball of fire, then splits into two, a look of intense concentration shows on his face as they start to spiral - he thrusts his hand in a sweeping arc towards the flying Chief - the orbs of flame spiral towards him, leaving twin smoky contrails in the air.

Angantyr Vespar has posed:
Relm wanted to TANK Angantyr for his service.

Angantyr, however, was a jerk, he didn't accept the tanks of Relm, instead, of being shot, he swings, smashing the attack away from him, aiming to send it crashing into something near by. That building wasn't important, was it?

Cirra was back in his face, he swings, aiming to smash her away again, but his chin snaps back from her strike, staggering from the blow. The fight comes down to a single attack...

Because the next shot tears through him, finally, after everything, forcing the Dark Knight to a knee...

"Tch. That was not a compliment, that was a statement of fact. But whatever." he says, coughing even as wounds try to close. No...there wasn't enough here to fight...

"The day is yours, Arcadian puppet...and lady who likes to draw." he says, with a chuckle. Then a dark portal erupts around him, absorbing him into the places between the stars.

Deelel has posed:
Deelel totally gets slapped verbally and she doesn't seem to show any signs of it. "I'm not a virus nor am I a rogue. I just chosen to learn something from our cretors and chose what to do with my self. It seems I'm the grids only proector in this world. I will mend the mess I have made and I will defend what important." She's cut off as Chief makes he go airboen and blasts her, she drops back towards the ground with all due speed and launches her disk up at Chief like she's shooting a skee with it.

Relm Arrowny has posed:
I'm a laaady, Relm thinks to herself. That's new.

But he's gone. Relm practically deflates. She's really, really tired after all that. But they got a break from the Heartless, at least for a few minutes. Right? Right.

CHIEF has posed:

Deele's disk slams into CHIEF, knocking him into the ground as he tries to avoid it with no prevail. He slides across the ground, before he slowly picks himself up, shaking his head. As he moves to stand once more, he rests his hand on his side where the Disk apparently slid by.

"Very good, music maker. Very good. What is your name?" He asks to Deele, however his attention is turned away from her as Daniil creates a massive fireballs and throws them in his direction. CHIEF quickly lunges backwards, ignoring his pain as he keeps moving back, before firing a blast right into one of the fireballs daring to impact on him, blasting it apart in the sky.

He clicks his tongue softly as he twirls the pulse rifle once more, before he glances over to it noticing something about it that seems to have him raising an eye brow. Though whatever he is looking at is hard to tell that has his attention. "It seems this little play time is almost over, alas. I was actually enjoying getting my first chance to physically nail a user. Beyond the use of a classified weapon." He grins. "..that was fun, but not as much has this."

He raises the rifle up once more, staring at them both. "But do you have enough in you both to make me crawl away or perhaps, we should call this a draw. Walk away. And perhaps take this fight at another chance? Mmm. Choices, choices." However it seems CHIEF doesn't exactly attack this time.

Deelel has posed:
Deelel is not as hard up as some but Chief. "My ID is Deelel." She is politel enough to give him that. She pauses at the term and just stares at him it seems someone's heard some user slang and she's not sure she wasnts to know more. She's taking a moment to recover and overlock heeself a little bit as she prepares for her nesxt move but she's been pressed insanely hard by this old warhorse.

Daniil Petrov has posed:
"Not going to happen." Daniil says with finality, "If you get out of here in one piece, it's going to be so someone can ask you some difficult questions." then he looks over at Deelel, "Assuming that's possible - can you handcuff these guys, or knock them out, or do they just ... uh, I forget the fancy word, disintegrate." he shrugs. Given he and the other program (the 'good' program, as he's classifying them) are in quite different positions, he takes the chance when Chief's gaze is elsewhere for a second to find a place to get out of sight, if he can, behind a conveniently parked/kinda-crashed nearby tank, to rest for a moment.

CHIEF has posed:


CHIEF watches them both and listens to them. He glances over to Deele before he hrms. "If only you didn't side with the users, you make a wonderful person to have a chat over some warm energy. By the way, my name is CHIEF. Nice to meet you, Deele."

He then glances over to Daniil, or where Daniil went; which happens to be the tank he was going to nap away for whatever reasons. "Honestly, you users don't have a chance to capture me, unless I so desire it." He then places the pulse rifle into its holster. "However, I am having far to much fun to just 'kill' you both." CHIEF actually does air-quotes.

"So, I will walk away," He takes a step back. "And perhaps we will continue this another time. I will take you out, user, and perhaps Deele, you can come to understand the problem of having trust in those who can bend you over and break you."

Then with a bow, CHIEF turns about and walks away, somehow pulling out a cigar from somewhere, lighting it, and then just taking a puff off it before he taps some of the ashes off to the side. "Good Luck with whatever brings you out here! Hahahaha!"

Daniil Petrov has posed:
Contrary to what he said, Daniil is exhausted, and fighting further would be somewhat difficult. Plus, the idea was to fend off the attackers, so they won, right? He does take the moment when Chief is monologuing to take some surrupticious photos of Chief - the records would need to be updated for this new threat. Next time a Turk encountered him, they'd know all they needed to know to capture or defeat him.

Deelel has posed:
Deelel looks at Chief for a moment and says "You are a strange basic." She's forced to admit but he's no longer fighting she'll let him go. He's not with the heartless he's a danger but the stars are going out. This is bad, this is very bad. She leaves Chief to depart it could be a mistake it could be worse right now. She looks to Daniil.

"It's time to go Daniil there are heartless to deal with and worst." She goes to get her rod and rezzes her bike back into existance. "We can't waste much time. I think something terrible is coming." The bike finishes forming and she reves the engine, Daniil will have the means to contact her but for now she's of into the night.