Vale, Remnant
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4 figures are lying in an alley, all unconscious. After a minute or two, one of them coughs. Standing up, Sergei immediately begins to take in his surroundings. Sure, his body hurt way more than when he had woken up in that lab, but this time he wasn't delirious from being drugged.
"What? Why do we always wake up in some random ass spot after going unconscious?" Sergei asked himself. Still, he got a response. "Hrrngh…" Ivan grunted, standing up as well. Despite the damage he did to himself before passing out, his face was back to the one-eyed resting anger face the others had gotten used to.
"Wasn't really asking you, but whatever… Wake up Boris, I wanna know where the hell we are." Sergei told him before walking next to Natasha. Squatting down next to her, he lightly back-handed her cheek a couple of times.
"Huh? Whuzzat?" Natasha quickly sat up, nearly head-butting Sergei as she did so. "Me… Now get up, I don't think we're in a penthouse anymore." Sergei explained, standing back up and offering a hand for Natasha to take.
Meanwhile with Ivan and Boris. Ivan just kicked Boris in the side and Boris shot up to his feet almost immediately. The maniac let out a couple of snarls, his eyes wide open, and his pupils were pinpricks. "We are leaving, come." Ivan said, walking towards the faster two of the group. Upon seeing the two powerhouses walking towards them, Sergei and Natasha nodded at them. The group then walked out of the alley, taking quick note of the strange-looking people and the weird architecture.
"Yeah, no fucking way is this Russia. Not even that weird-ass club was as strange as this." Sergei stated, drawing the looks of the rest of the group. Natasha didn't care about how weird it was, just that they were out of Russia. Ivan questioned if it was weirder than that club. But that's because a gimp had followed him halfway through the damn place. Boris was completely unreadable, besides the hope that these weirdly dressed people could put up a fight.
Loud gasps broke them all out of their thoughts. People on the sidewalk began taking several surprised steps back as a dude in a white coat, brown pants and boots, and a black and red hat passed by with a large group of black and red uniformed mooks followed him with machetes and large cases with them.
"Well, time to see how the mob works around here." Sergei immediately took off after them. A couple 'what is he doing?'s followed. Ivan and Natasha shrugged at each other before following as well, Boris right behind them.
Looking up at a sign that read 'From Dust Till Dawn', Sergei questioned what the hell was sold here that would require a group of mobsters to crowd into one store. Before he even got his hand on the door handle, one of those mooks was sent flying through a window. The heroes then got a good look at one Ruby Rose. Despite being much shorter and younger than even Natasha, this little girl still shared a very similar color palette. Though the massive red foldable scythe and skirt threw the group off.
"What the hell?" Was all Sergei could get out before a large group of mooks burst through the store's front door and the broken window. Ruby quickly did a spin move on top of her scythe before planting both feet in a mook, sending him flying back. Another mook was about to sneak up behind her, but Natasha was quickly on that. She delivered a flying knee to the mook, knocking him off his feet and onto his back. Before she could start pounding his face in, another mook ran at her. Grabbing the first guy's machete, she pulled it as far back as she could. When the mook finally got in range and was about to strike, Natasha swung faster. The machete hit the mook in the gut hard enough to send him flying nearly ten feet away, yet it didn't cut him. Caught off guard by this, Natasha froze. The first mook took this opportunity to sneak up behind her. The others, however, were busy with their fights.
Sergei held a mook by the collar, punching several times before throwing him to the ground. Upon seeing Natasha in trouble, he started heading towards her. He didn't make it far before two more mooks blocked his path. Sergei delivered both fists to their noses at the same time, stunning them. He quickly roundhouse kicks the one on the right, knocking him back a couple of feet before turning to the guy on the left. Sergei grabbed the mook's shoulders and started to repeatedly ram his knee into the mook's diaphragm. After the 6th knee, Sergei threw the mook straight up in the air. Sergei cocked his fist way back, and when the mook started to fall back down, Sergei sent his loaded fist into the mook. The poor bastard got sent flying into the mook Sergei had kicked, knocking him back to the ground. Sergei strode over, straddled the mook, and began beating his face into the pavement.
Meanwhile, Boris had been tearing into the mooks that had the bright idea of fighting the maniac. Boris tackled one to the ground, grabbed his shoulders, and delivered a headbutt that instantly crushed the mook's nose. Leaving the mook writhing in pain, Boris dodges past a mook's machete swing. Before the mook could turn around. Boris grabbed him, lifted the mook over his head, and threw him to the ground. Small cracks formed around the mook's body as the air was forced out of his lungs. Moving to his next victim, Boris' smile was wide open. The mook was smarter than the others, however. Choosing to stay back with his gun instead of engaging this monster in melee. In the end, it didn't matter though. As soon as he pulled the trigger, Boris slid under his fire and kicked his legs from under him. Lifting the mook from the ground, Boris began savagely ramming his knee into the mook.
Ivan was scary. This should be made very clear. Ivan was much taller than every single person in this scene. His numerous scars and that missing eye gave him an intensity that none of the others quite had. The first mook that had stupid courage to draw close had a massive hand wrapped around his neck. Instantly, Ivan went from scary and intimidating to someone that would haunt any survivor's nightmares. The mook with a hand wrapped around his neck didn't have a chance of breaking free once Ivan's elbow started making itself known. No more than 4 elbows and the mook had a black eye, swollen cheek, missing teeth, and a dislocated jaw. Using only the hand holding the mook, Ivan threw him into a couple of gunners that had begun aiming. However, this still left a group of three machete mooks to run at him. Ivan didn't even run towards them, keeping a steady walk instead. Now, another thing to note about Ivan. He has very large arms, and not just in girth. He had the farthest reach of his group for a reason. This means his range is much farther than even some people with weapons. 'Some people' include these mooks. So imagine their surprise when a right straight rocks the mook in front-and-center, knocking his head back hard enough to headbutt the mook to the left. The mook on the right also received a heavy left hook, nearly knocking him on his ass. Ivan took the moment to charge an attack, placing his left fist into his right palm. Taking a couple of steps towards the mook on the left, Ivan let his attack fly. His elbow flew forward, with his right adding extra force and speed. The impact practically had a shockwave. Ivan was only able to enjoy the briefest moment where the agony in the mook's face was very clear. Launched backward, the mook barely missed knocking over one of the gunners that had gotten back up. Fortunately, Ivan noticed the gunners had stood back up. Ivan walked back to the two mooks that had rushed and grabbed them both by the face. After knocking their heads together again to stun them briefly, Ivan began walking towards the gunners with the mooks in front of him. One gunner decided his pals didn't matter much and began unloading rounds into the meat shields. All the while Ivan continued to make progress towards them. Once the team-killer was out of bullets, Ivan threw the mook in his right hand towards the smart shooter. After throwing the mook in his left hand straight up in the air, Ivan dashed the team-killer. Once close enough, Ivan began unloading punches
Into the team-killer. Two jabs followed by two uppercuts, over and over again. Once the team-killer was properly beaten, Ivan delivered one last straight punch, sending the team-killer into a wall behind him. Turning towards the last gunner, who had just gotten back up after being knocked down a second time, Ivan began a dead sprint. Before the gunner could even raise his gun, he was tackled to the ground by Ivan. As soon as they hit the ground, Ivan began elbowing the gunner.
Ruby, after having just finished her fight with a couple of mooks, noticed a woman being pinned by another guy. Using Crescent Rose's recoil to launch herself forward, Ruby quickly closed the distance. Once close enough, she swung Crescent Rose, sending the mook flying a decent distance. Once the mook was off her back, Natasha sprung to her feet. Natasha took quick notice of the small girl with a weapon that seemed way too big for her. Natasha nodded at Ruby before looking at the white-suited man that had just walked out of the store.
"Well, Red and friends, I think we can all say it's been an eventful evening. And as much as I'd love to stick around… I'm afraid this… Is where we part ways." The man used is his cane to fire at red. Ruby barely dodged the ensuing explosion using Crescent Rose's recoil, while Natasha was just glad she could dash as fast as she could.
"He's headed up that ladder!" Shouted Sergei, who was pointing behind Natasha and Ruby. Upon turning around, both girls saw the man already more than half-way up said ladder. Natasha immediately chose to act, sprinting towards the ladder, shouting to the guys to defend the shop. Ruby, while somewhat hesitant after seeing the scary lady make a break for Roman, decided her help was needed. Using Crescent Rose once again, She shot herself up to the roof, arriving just before Natasha had finished climbing the ladder.
"Hey!" She shouted at the man. "Persistent…" was the only response she got. Suddenly, a bullhead rose above the edge of the building. "What the hell!?" Was the immediate response of Natasha. The closest equivalent she could make was that helicopter from the penthouse. Even then, the thing in front of her seemed so alien.
The man shouting "End of the line, Red and Redder!" brought her back to the moment, however. He then threw a crystal at their feet and would have used it to blow up both she and Ruby had the huntress not stepped in. When the smoke cleared, a woman with purple runes in front of her was all that separated Natasha and Ruby from the bullhead. Glynda, a professional huntress, had just protected Ruby and Natasha. The ensuing fight quickly humbled Natasha. Between the literal magic being cast between clearly powerful oppositions, Natasha realized she and her own were in way over their heads. When the fighting between the two abnormal women in front of her ended, and the one in a red dress got away. Natasha decided she should probably dip out of there. The little girl with the scythe, however, brought attention to the retreating Russian.
"Are you both of you huntresses?!" Ruby asked, eyes wide. "Can I have your autographs?"
-To be continued-