Hey there just thought I'd throw this out since it was in my head and don't worry I will continue Super Spritz and have more chapters up soon.
It was dark as night in the ruin of an old town several shall we say unsavory figures were in the middle of a big deal. "alright here we go one M.A.S.R.- magnetic acceleration sniper rifle. Powered by magnetic acceleration it allows a high velocity projectile to be fired with high accuracy at a target; it has a blade form for close combat that can deal immense damage to an opponent be it person or grimm." said the well dressed man sitting on a wrecked car as his men showcase the merchandise their selling.
"Next we have the Void Railgunblade; whether in blade or gun form this marvel unleashes devastating electrical attacks at the cost of a massive amount of lightning dust." said the dealer as they then featured their last item.
"Last but not least is Avit charges, whereas a single charge is able wipe out an entire city block with any type of dust you use. So then do we have a deal?" asked the dealer. The buyers had several cases open each containing a large amount of lien.
"Oh ho ho Christmas has come early" said the dealer as they were about to make the exchange when all of the portable light around were shot off. The group pulled out their guns searching for whoever it was that interrupted their deal; however it was difficult due to their being no light whatsoever. "Come out and show yourselves!" yelled one of the thugs but no there was no reply.
Suddenly they heard a sound above them and as they looked up the clouds parted a bit allowing some moonlight to come through revealing a well dressed individual up in the air. His face was stoic as he begins his descent and kicks one of the thugs in the face knocking him out. "Get him!" yelled the dealer as the battle commenced.
The Leader just pulled out his weapons and fired taking down several of the armed goons. The ensuing firefight continued with no end in sight as the intruder fired more rounds at the gang only for more to come out to overwhelm him. Then all of a sudden a blur past the man and started dashing to each crook taking them with perfect accuracy and efficiency. The blur stopped to show a masked individual with unusual clothing on wielding two pistols and begins shooting at each thug.
He fired and reloaded five times, each shot wounding a man, the soldier fired a shell, boosting his attack into another goon, and then brought down a third man with a kick as he landed from his leap.
Seeing their fellows in jeopardy, the other mobsters charged.
The soldier ducked and dived, dodging the ax strikes, launching punches and firing shells, leaping off the men to slam them with powerful strikes.
He knocked down a few men, and then a more experienced fighter assaulted him, delivering blows that he had to block, and he stopped both of his strikes and snapped out with a kick, throwing the man into the air, his unconscious body shattering the cracked wall.
Another man charged, holding a red-bladed sword, and he lashed out with quick strikes. The soldier blocked the blows with his guns, and delivered several quick fire shots and throws that knocked the man backwards.
A high ranking henchmen reached for the weapons only for the soldier to put his two guns together into a sniper rifle and shoot the cases out of reach. The henchman pulled out a gattling gun and fired,
He ran from side-to-side, dodging the bullets, and as soon as the man began to reload, he jumped with amazing feat over the distance to vault over a debris pile and double-kicking him with both feet.
He then proceeded to grab his arm twist it over his shoulder sending him crashing to the ground. Then the soldier rolls while still holding the arm using the momentum to send the crook off into the air.
He hit the cold ground his stylish hat falling off, beside the shoes of two dangerous looking individuals. One had on a white suit and hat and was short and lean, while the other one wore black being big and buff. "Shall we teach this guy some discipline, Go" said the buff man.
"Was there anything else for us to do, Touch?" said Go as they got into their stance. The Solider however stood back and let someone else take his place. This person had a calm look on his face and wore something you would see in an old kung-fu flick. With a flick of his hand the combatant taunted to come and take him on.
Go leaps into the air, and kicked out several times, with each one being blocked by the combatant, before dropping to the floor in a crouch and allowing Touch to jump over him to strike.
Distracted by Touch's attack, The Cowboy didn't see Go rise to his feet and kick out – hard – several times.
The fighter was thrown through the air, landed hard on the ground, he rolled backwards up and did several acrobatic flips forward, sprinting forwards and unleashing a massive barrage of punches and kicks that connected squarely with Go and knocked the white-clad man down.
Left on his own, Touch engaged him directly, the two trading blows, the combatant maintaining a small hint of a smile on his face the entire time.
Unfortunately, Touch's fist, while strong and brutal, simply couldn't match up to the sheer speed and ferocity of the fighter's master technique's, and with a flurry of blows, he sent the black-clad man flying with a yell, smashing through a busted up shop.
Go had just risen to his feet, but she wasn't getting any reprieve from his opponent, who leapt towards him, and lashed out with a punch, forcing Go to hastily dodge. He blocked another punch with a kick, back-flipped away from another, and then rose from his crouch and engaged the combatant himself.
The two men matched each others kicks handily, one, two, three.
The fighter directed a punch, which Go dodged, and replied in kind with a flurry of kicks, each blocked by the fighter's palms.
Go launched another kick that knocked him backwards a few paces, and then he dashed forwards, aiming small kicks at the fighter.
Once again, the two matched Each other's footwork, stepping carefully before launching equal kicks, Go slowly driving the combatant backwards, until he decided to use his hands again, blocking a kick and spinning around, and then doing a elbow into Go's solar plexus.
Go gasped and was knocked back a step, allowing the fighter to grab his right wrist.
The combatant spun Go around, spun himself around the man's arm, and snapped his leg out, kicking him hard in the forehead.
Go fell limply to the ground, the combatant rose to his feet. As this happen the dealer appeared, illuminated in the moonlight, armed with bulky gun gauntlets .
"Christmas has come early," he said, echoing his earlier statement.
The combatant was ready when he metal clinging and looked back to some cowboy walking up to them with the sound coming from his boots. "let me take care of this" he said as the fight just shrugged and walked away.
The Dealer levelled his launcher and fired four small projectiles at The Cowboy, forcing him to jump away from the explosions, rolling across the ground and rising in a crouch.
The Dealer aimed and fired again, the four seeker projectiles roaring through the air.
"And you'll see…"
The Cowboy knew he couldn't dodge those blasts, and pulled out his revolvers and fired several times, the force of his ammunition blocking the rockets with a large cloud of smoke.
The Dealer drew back the weapon, as he leaps through the cloud of smoke the projectiles collision had created.
He swung with the resultant fists, dealing powerful blows that knocked The Cowboy back. Caught off-guard by the sudden attacks, The Cowboy could only take the strikes as best he could.
The Cowboy rolled with the blows, and looked up just in time to see The Dealer swinging his weapon, a mighty blow that knocked him flying through the air.
The Cowboy landed hard, smashing through several old structures, and The Dealer smiled, bringing the fist up infront of his face ready for round two..
The Cowboy rose to his feet, with a large grin on his face, and chuckled. The Cowboy charged, and The Dealer brought up his weapon and fired.
The Cowboy sidestepped the projectiles with ease, and The Dealer swung. The Cowboy ducked with ease, and lashed out with several powerful punches. To his credit, The Dealer was taking far more hits than his subordinates had.
The Cowboy punched and punched again, and dealt a final punch.
The punch connected with The Dealer's weapon, and he was thrown backwards.
The Dealer's weapon had broken into pieces, and he landed painfully.
The Dealer rolled with the impact, getting to his feet as slowly and weakly trying to keep his guard up but, it was no use. The Cowboy knew the time had come to finish this.
He charged once more, far faster than he had before, running full tilt for The Dealer, who had just started to realize that this might have been a bad idea taking these four on.
The Cowboy drew back his right fist, and punched, making the dealer collide with an unstable building that soon collapsed on top of him.
The Cowboy dusted himself as the other three approached, "Flashy and show-off as always York" said the leader. York just chuckled as he finished dusting off his hat and grabbed the goods. "Hey!, it was worth it for all these weapons and money wasn't it?" he asked as the other two remained silence. "What's the matter Victor and Aeus cats got your tongues" York joked. "I do not care for money only the misery and suffering of the person who I want to inflict it on" said the soldier known as Aeus. "Relax we will have our payback soon" said the fighter now identified as Victor. "So what do we do now bro?" York asked the leader as the three turned to him. "You know the old saying: knowing is half the battle, so I say we get to know our victims better" said the leader as he passed them several photos of their targets.
"Wow Nic you can see the resemblance!" York exclaimed as he looked at a photo of a blonde buxom girl with lilac eyes. "If you take away the cat ears she looks like a female version of him" said Victor with his photo of a brunette with a bow on and another of her without the bow showing her faunas heritage. Aeus just stared coldly at the picture of the well-kept and fancy white haired female in the picture. "Such a shame these four will have to suffer for something their relatives, but as they say The Dead Don't Suffer" Nic said menacingly as he stared at the final photo of a cute girl with a hood. They ripped the photos and left to begin their quest for revenge.
Nichalous
Aeus
Victor
York
Team NAVY
I'll have the bios up next and the note which will explain everything till next time.