"Goddamn sun in my face, feels like I'm in a daze. Feet aching in my boots, my sore-ass back and glutes. Ah man."
Rocko strode from the cave in the mountain, his black hair in long dreads. His skin was a dark shade of brown and he had a small moustache and beard on his face. On his arms and chest were white tattoos, which appeared to be some kind of tribal pattern. He wore a simple tan shirt over his chest that didn't have sleeves and a pair of long black pants. He also had a pair of combat boots and gloves. On his back was a large cylinder with an incredibly long chain wrapped around it, like an oversized fishing reel.
He began walking down the stairs, throwing practice punches. "My belly is empty, I got the munchies, gonna eat me some breakfast, of peaches and Captain Crunchies!"
Rocko the Badass: Chill Out Fool!
He grinned. "That was a good one dogg."
He reached the bottom of the first set of steps and paused. There were people at the base of the mountain he had slept on, his private quarters. There were four of them, something he noted with disdain.
"They brought some heat" he noted coldly. "Looks like my breakfast's gotta wait, I got some bitches who trying to hate!"
He leaped down the stairs and landed on the same platform they were on. When he did so, he was able to get a better look at them.
They all had a black style on their clothes, but varied wildly per individual.
The lead man stepped up. He was wearing a long black jacket with a purple sash wrapped around him. He also had purple gloves, boots, and a purple eyepatch over his left eye. His hair was black and unkempt, going well past his shoulders. His skin was incredibly pale and his visible eye was black.
"Are you Rocko of the Crimson Raiders?" inquired the man blankly.
"Hold up bitch, that ain't how you talk to me. It should go 'Are you Rocko the Badass?' you read?"
The man didn't even react. "I came here to capture or kill you."
General Sine: Not the Math Term
"Okay, you got it wrong again, so I'll remind ya. You refer to me politely, or I'll kick your ass raw. Yo."
"God, this guy is just painful" murmured one of the other men. He was huge, at least seven feet tall and had to weigh close to a car's weight. His fists were covered in large metal gauntlets and he had a similar pair of boots. His hair was orange and curly on his head, complimented by his green eyes.
Jorr: Punching out Your Stomach since Today
"Painful? Bro, I don't even know you dude. It ain't right to judge, that's rude."
"And the whole Badass title?"
"That ain't a lie ya fool. That's my name cause I rule."
"Man, he looks bad, he smells bad, and he has no rapping talent" murmured the man.
"Oh now you went too far man. I wasn't gonna kill ya, that wasn't my plan. But insulting my rhymes, and my class, that's way too far man, now I'm gonna beat yo ass."
He smiled. "That was a good one."
Another one of the soldiers sighed. It was Arcum Sagitta, his bow in his hand. Around his neck was a white scarf, blowing simply in the wind. He looked as stoic as usual, but now appeared to be bored.
"Calm yourself Jorr. This guy isn't worth the trouble" said the old hunter.
"What you saying, you cool playa? Your style is solid, but your insults are blah."
"Blah? I do not believe that is an adjective."
"This ain't the time for a vocab lesson!" exclaimed Jorr.
"I agree with the orange hoodrat. Rap's an art form man, and not something to pick at."
"Hoodrat?" repeated the large man. "That's it…"
The head man raised his hand to stop him. "We came here to take him alive. I hope you all are aware of that."
The person in the back nodded. It was impossible to tell if it was a man or a woman, since the person was all covered up in clothes. "I understand."
Zane/Dane: You wouldn't understand them even if we explained it
"Zane, shut up" ordered Jorr. "Your dumbass probably didn't even hear half the shit."
"It's actually Dane" reminded the clothed person.
"Damn. You know, you two should wear like a different scarf or shit to help the rest of us."
"I knew it was Dane" stated Arcum.
"As did I" said the lead man.
"No one cares about you Sine! You can shut up!"
Sine glanced at him. "Whatever. We're here to do business. Go on."
Jorr grinned. "With pleasure."
"Now hold up yo, don't be rushing. I can tell by your act, you be…"
"Shut up!" roared the giant man leaping into the air.
He smashed down with his fist into the courtyard, cracking the stones and throwing up dust.
"Idiot" rebuked Arcum. "We're supposed to capture him."
"He's alive" stated Dane. "I can sense him."
The dust settled and revealed Jorr had his arm in a tight grip by Rocko, who didn't even seem bothered by the turn of events.
"Not bad fool, but you'll need to do better!"
The Badass threw him aside and chuckled at his opposition. "What's next?"
Arcum fired a series of arrows from his bow, using a trigger built into the string to release them without drawing.
Rocko grabbed a large rock and raised it to block the shots, throwing it aside when the swarm was done.
"My skills are unmatched, my enemies be weak. My hands are strong, and my talent is sleek. Bring it ya fools!"
Sine walked forward. "I'll do this."
Rocko paused. "Who are you guys? Come on, I at least deserve that shit."
"We are the top assassins in Bellum's army" explained the lead man. "I personally am Major General Sine."
"Hmm. Good to know."
Rocko crouched down. "I think it's time."
He grabbed one end of the chain and unfurled it rapidly, wrapping it around his arms and torso.
"Watch out Sine!" warned Jorr. "This guy isn't to be messed with!"
Rocko flicked his arms and the chains sprouted icicles across them, forming porcupine-like spikes across them. He stood awkwardly, the spikes all across his body.
"I've never seen that stance before" murmured Arcum.
Rocko grinned. "Well it's time to step it up! Bring out your heat! I got mad moves prepared, and I'm on the edge of my seat! Yo!"
Sine reached into his jacket and extracted a long sword. "Fine than."
He glared at him with his one visible eye. "Eye of the Owl."
His eye changed color to an inverted grey one, with a white center and completely steel outside.
"Let's begin" stated the Major General.
He sprinted forward, his eye seemingly analyzing everything in front of him.
"You're fast!" complimented Rocko. He spun on his feel and slashed at him with the ice, the chains adjusting themselves all over his body as he did so. They moved like a chainsaw over him, allowing him to concentrate on moving.
Sine easily blocked the strikes, calmly dodging and intercepting his moves. His eye was moving so fast it was hard to catch, apparently seeing everything at once.
Then Jorr came in, raising his fist to strike.
Rocko blocked the swing with some difficulty, sinking into the courtyard with the force.
Arcum fired an arrow, but it was quickly deflected with the moving chain on the Badass's body.
"Even with all of us, we still can't hit him" murmured the hunter.
Dane walked forward. "Allow me."
He grabbed his huge hood and threw it off, revealing his face. It was covered in stitches all across it, so much so that his real skin didn't even seem visible. One side of his face had crimson markings all over it, while the other had navy blue ones.
Suddenly the blue ones overtook the other side, growing like a cancer over it.
"Let's go" he said grinning. This time his voice became different, slightly higher pitched and more carefree.
The stiches on the left side of his face exploded, letting an odd water-like substance to flow out. It was colored sky blue and moved similar to steam, floating in the air against him.
He whipped his arm out and a stream of the substance appeared. Wrapping it around Rocko's arm, he tugged him towards him.
"Nice job Dane!" complimented Jorr.
"It's Zane at the moment. I'm the water user" clarified the mysterious man.
"Well shit how am I supposed to know?"
Rocko landed near him and slashed him with the spikes. Crouching down, he expanded them ten times as long as before, becoming a human thorn bush.
Zane was caught in the spikes and grunted. The blue marks quickly went away and were replaced by red ones. As he did so, the stitches on the left sealed up and the right stitches opened up. A new fire-like material emerged from the cracks, which was blood red in color.
"Raagh!" roared Dane punching him in the chest.
The ground threw up a huge cloud of snow dust and blinded them all.
Dane snarled. "The fucker's gone. I can't spot him."
The blue markings overtook his face. "Don't worry Dane. I'll fine him."
"Fine, whatever" muttered the man under his breath. It was like he was talking to two people inside of his head. In reality, that wasn't far from the truth.
Rocko was hiding behind the nearby rock ledge, not even out of breath. He sighed.
"They're so hating, it really ain't chill. I'm getting tired, I had my fill."
He smiled. "Let's go all out."
Zane pointed. "He's over there!"
Sine nodded. "Good work."
The lead man grabbed the glove on his left hand and threw it off. On the top of his hand was another eye, this one black as well.
He raised it up to his face and the eye widened.
"Eye of the Hummingbird" murmured the lead man.
A blue aura surrounded him and wrapped across his body like flames. It stopped at his back and sprouted wings, expanding to barely two feet.
Sine sprinted forward and flew into the air, gliding gracefully but quickly across the gap.
Rocko chuckled and snapped his fingers.
Instantly a pillar of ice appeared in front of the lead man as if it had always been there. Sine stopped and scowled.
"Damn. That was close."
The pillar got larger and larger, the snow seemingly sprouting more ice onto the surface.
"You all didn't understand what you got yourself into" stated Rocko. "I'm not just any Badass on this planet. I'm one of the Titans, the Ice Titan."
He grinned as the tower became level with the mountains. "And now I'm about to show ya why ya don't mess with a Titan."
He leaped over to the tower and slammed his fist into it.
The tower split into infinitesimal pieces and exploded outwards, seemingly raining ice crystals.
Sine was caught in it and smashed back into the courtyard, thousands of shards in his chest. Even with his odd ethereal armor on, he was bleeding immensely.
"Shit!" roared Jorr.
Zane ran over to him and the blue markings covered his face again. Raising one of his arms, he placed it on the lead man's chest.
"Hold on. I'll fix you right up" said the split-personality man.
"I'm still here fools!" roared Rocko flying forward.
Arcum twisted his bow 90 degrees and the arrow quadrupled in speed. He aimed carefully and closed one eye.
"Piercing Shot" he whispered.
The arrow smashed into the Titan's chest and sent him reeling backwards. It was similar to having a train hit you in the chest but in the space of a centimeter. Basically a really powerful shot.
Sine managed to sit up, the wounds in his chest now sealed. "Thank you…Zane."
"You're welcome boss" said the blue man. He quickly shifted to red. "Now let's get this motherfucker."
"Aye" agreed Jorr.
"Your words are tough, but your skills are rust!" shouted Rocko. "I'm about to turn your bones clean into dust!"
Jorr intercepted his flight pattern and threw him into the courtyard. Only to notice that a chain had been wrapped around his foot.
The assassins looked around them. Somehow, the Badass had staked his chain all across the courtyard in a huge web.
Ice slowly grew over the chain, indicating that it was going to sprout spikes and Rocko grinned. "Time to die!"
Sine hurriedly removed his other glove and aimed it at the Titan. "Eye of the Raven!"
Rocko paused, his eyes wide. It was like every muscle in his body had given up on him.
The lead man clutched at his hand/eye, which was now bleeding slightly. "Damn. That outta do it."
Suddenly a knee smashed into his head, sending him off the courtyard and tumbling down the mountain.
"Hilarious!" roared Rocko.
Jorr leaped over the edge and grabbed Sine. Turning while still sliding down the slope, he threw his commanding officer back up to the courtyard.
"Damn it!" yelled the giant slamming his gauntlets into the mountain. Getting a good grip, he threw himself upwards and back to the proper level.
Dane caught Sine and looked at him. "Shit. His jaw is broken."
The lead man had tears in his eyes, which was a fairly common reaction to getting kneed in the head and thrown down a mountain. His gums were bleeding profusely and he could barely speak.
"What are we going to do?" inquired the split-man.
Arcum sighed and reached into a small quiver on his back. Pulling out a blood-red arrow, he loaded it into his bow.
"We're going to take him down" said the hunter calmly.
Rocko chuckled and ran forward, ice growing over his limbs like armor. "Come on and try it! Bring it you little shits!"
Arcum aimed, and quickly fired into Sine's chest.
The lead man gasped as pure energy flowed through his body. His jaw snapped back into place roughly and instantly stopped bleeding. He sat up and quickly removed his eyepatch. His other eye was just the same as his other one, except that it had a huge series of scars around it.
"Eye of the Vulture" he murmured activating it.
Black lightning coursed over the Titan's body and flowed into his skin. He screamed in agony and collapsed to the courtyard, jittering and spasming. He tried to scrape the stuff off but that only made it worse.
Rocko felt like his skin was melting off and flowing into his bones. It was like being stabbed over and over again by barbed wire in every direction, or being caught in a river of broken glass. It was completely unbearable.
"Jesus" muttered Jorr. "The Eye of the Vulture. Brings unimaginable physical agony to any who get caught under its gaze. While the Eye of the Raven brings mental trauma and can be broken, the Eye of the Vulture cannot. I wish I had something like that."
Sine grunted and clutched at his eye. It was bleeding profusely like it had been stabbed. "No you don't."
He stood up uneasily, having nearly been killed twice. "We're leaving. Jorr, grab the Titan."
"He's still spasming" stated the giant.
"Then knock him out and grab him. We have to get back to HQ. Our mission was a success."
Dane grinned, the red marks growing over his head. "Fucking aye we succeeded. We captured one of the Raiders top guys. And not only that, he's a Titan. Our intel didn't even come close to how valuable he could be."
"All the better that we got him" said Sine stumbling. Arcum quickly caught him and supported him. "Let's go home."