Longer(ish) chapter here. Sorry if the fight scene is pretty pathetic, not very good at those.
"Everybody still alive?" yelled Hiro, busy trying not to hurt his opponent too much. However, that was kind of hard, considering the person had a scimitar and was currently trying to cut the teen in half. Definitely not a very good first impression.
"Barely!" Wasabi said in a panic, warding several of them off with his plasma laser blades. So far, they were alive, but Honey Lemon suffered a cut to her leg and Hiro had been severely punched in the jaw. Other than that, they were faring pretty well, considering they were being overwhelmed by 4 times their number.
Ignoring the screaming pain located in his jaw, Hiro dodged the sharp blade, feinted to the right, and swung Nightblade outward, cutting the man's arm about an inch deep into his flesh, piercing the dark fabric of his interesting fashion statement. Taking advantage to the person's surprise, Honey came to the rescue, throwing a chem-ball at the center of his opponent's back. Immediately, ice began coating the skin. Several moments later, the person was completely immobilized in ice.
"Thanks!" he screamed in response, avoiding a tranquilizer dart coming out from nowhere. But Honey wasn't there to hear him, as she was too busy playing a deadly game of tag with another around the trees in the yard, throwing more hardening chem-balls and doing a fine job of avoiding getting hurt or dying, for that matter.
Go Go zoomed by, throwing her disks into the sides of their opponents. They collapsed, blood seeping out, spilling onto the pavement. She, with speed and agility, swooped by again, flying into the air with ease, retrieving her disks and whisking away Wasabi, who was about to be cut with a sinister, gleaming silver knife.
Meanwhile, Baymax was having a blast - literally. Using his rocket-fists, enemies were thrown into the air, collapsing onto the sidewalk, getting stuck in trees, and everywhere - most of them unconscious from the high fall. Also, having giant things thrown at you like lamp posts and benches weren't exactly something you'd want to see happen.
Fred, well… Fred was just Fred, and that meant their attackers were busy dealing with the fact that their robes, hair, and skin were on fire. "Flame on!" he kept yelling, apparently his new battle cry. But it worked, considering the fact that stopping, dropping, and rolling were fairly hard to do in the midst of all the fighting.
A guttural yelp erupted from behind Hiro. He spun around, and to his horror, about 30 yards away, he saw Go Go sinking down, clutching her stomach, blood dripping through her fingers. With speed he didn't know he possessed, the teenager raced towards her attacker, swinging Nightblade with all his might. The other collapsed, a dark liquid soaking his tattered robe. He defended his fallen comrade, waving off any person who dared come near them with his solid black blade, humming slightly in his clenched hand.
"Back off!" he shouted in a voice he didn't recognize. "No one harms my friends!"
Hiro wasn't sure, what with the noise and chaos all around him, but he thought he heard Go Go muttering under her breath that she could take care of herself, thank you very much. Well, he very much doubted it at that exact moment - and even if she did, he didn't care. Nobody hurts his friends. But apparently, his warning only encouraged more to come after him. Thankfully, with the help of his useful weapon and the sheer anger he had, he quickly made use of them - cutting into their flesh, almost nicking their skulls, and so on. Soon, they became wary of him, scattering to try and defeat the other members.
"Wasabi!" called out Honey Lemon, racing after him. But he had it all under control - cutting their weapons into pieces, followed by a swift kick to the gut. They went down instantly. Honey went to aid Fred - the duo defeating their attackers by breathing flames into them, making them not paying attention to their surroundings; Honey came into play by unleashing a plethora of sticky substances onto them. Multiple enemies stuck fast to the ground, the substance nearly impossible to get out of - sort of like trying to swim through a lake of maple syrup. Hiro almost felt sorry for them. Key word : almost.
Finally, the fighting died down, most of the enemies : in strange chem-ball results, stuck in trees, lying down bleeding rapidly, or otherwise in a position in which they couldn't keep fighting. Hiro knelt down and put his hand on the asphalt, catching his breath. With a sudden heave, he realized something : this was the first time he had truly hurt someone in battle. The worst part was, he felt no remorse for his actions. Before he could start brooding over it too much, he remembered Go Go.
"Ah!" he gasped in extreme concern, kneeling down over his friend, "are you okay?!"
"Of course I'm not okay," she snapped back. "I think my guts are about to spill out on the pavement, you idiot!" Along with some choice words, including some profanity that Hiro was sure Aunt Cass would be quite offended if she were to hear Go Go's words.
'Well,' he thought, 'at least I know she's conscious. And she can't be that severely hurt if she still manages to be like this.' Wasabi, Fred, Baymax and Honey Lemon approached them. The tall girl had some scratches, bruises, and a cut on her face. Fred and Baymax, miraculously, looked unharmed, and Wasabi just looked slightly scared and paranoid - as he always did after a battle, anyway. They all looked extremely concerned and panicked. Hiro noticed something.
"Baymax!" he exclaimed, rushing over to his robot, examining the back of it, "what happened to your rocket thrusters?!" He regarded the boy calmly.
"In the fight, it was destroyed. It is now damaged beyond repair. Oh well."
"But, how are we going to get to the college without you flying there?"
"Well, take a bus, hitchhike, whatever we have to do. Now, if you excuse me . . ."
Baymax walked over to Go Go, who was laying on the ground and still clutching her stomach. During the battle, she had miraculously removed her suit (thankfully she had kept on her original clothes under it), revealing bright red liquid seeping into the fabric of her white shirt around her tense hands.
"I am going to need you to remove your hand," he requested gently. She nodded, bringing it away, wincing. However, it didn't look too horrendous as Go Go had made it sound like. Hiro sighed in slight relief.
"Scanning." They stayed silent, the tense feeling in the air thick.
"No life-threatening injuries. Stab wound to the abdomen, about 2 inch deep, 3 inches long. Treatment : stitches." All of them grimaced, but they knew it could have been worse. A lot worse.
"I can give the healthcare protocol instructions and equipment, but I will need someone else to physically do it."
Honey also stepped forward, the street lamps illuminating her grave face. "I can stitch her up," she volunteered. "I've done it before."
Go Go's grunts and small whimpers as Honey Lemon patched her up and Baymax gave instructions made Hiro feel like trash.
'I didn't want them with,' he thought bitterly, turning away from the scene. 'It's my fault she's hurt. Mine, and mine alone . . ."
It seemed like forever before Honey Lemon finished, standing up with her hands shaking. Go Go's breathing heaved. She sat up slowly, almost falling over, wincing.
"I can give you these painkillers," offered Baymax, handing her 2 small white pills. "They will stop the pain for 8 hours. You can take them again when the effects wear off. Side effects may include : nausea and/or vomiting, dizziness, constipation, and drowsiness." She took them graciously, gulping them down quickly before any of them could offer her water. Honey and Wasabi started towards the girl to help her, but Go Go waved them off, a determined look on her face.
She stood up, her legs wobbling a little. With a gasp, she nearly tipped forward, but Honey Lemon came, allowing her to lean on her. This time, she didn't protest.
"So, uh, guys," Hiro said awkwardly, "now what do we do with them?"
Go Go shrugged in response. "I don't know, maybe tie them up and hold them captive?"
"Go Go!" Wasabi scolded.
"What?" she asked. "They will stay out of the way, we don't have to deal with them, and well, frankly, they deserve it." No one questioned her thinking - after all, it was pretty logical.
"Well, I suppose that settles it," Hiro declared firmly. "Good thing we have a lot of duct tape and rope."
One long, long hour later…
They stepped back, admiring their work. In Go Go's testing room, 25-ish now unconscious, unrobed men sat against the wall, wrists, mouths, and ankles with duct tape on them. More of the miraculous tape and rope were stringing them together in an elaborate way. After all, they totally knew how to capture and bound prisoners together professionally. Totally. It wasn't like they had no clue and just winged it, hoping that they wouldn't escape - oh, not at all!
Baymax now carried several of their defeated opponents' equipment in another bag - including tranqs, money, and a bunch of random other stuff. (Don't worry, they thoroughly checked for any tracking devices on the equipment and the people. You really didn't think they were amateurs, did you? None was found, anyway.) Their weapons, however, were neatly buried in a hole somewhere far from them. And if anyone tried to retrieve them, well… let's just say they were in for a big surprise.
Hiro sighed. "Really, we better get going. Every minute we waste is another minute my brother is in that wretched place. And since Baymax's rocket thrusters are completely out of whack and it would take me at least a week to repair, we get to go there the old fashioned way : a train or bus."
"Train!" called out Fred. "I have plenty of money, so we can rent the good, first class seats. No one would bother us and we can be there by . . ."
Honey thought a second, calculating the estimated time. "The earliest San Fransokyo train leaves at 7:45 on Fridays. With the average train speed and our 160 miles traveled, combined with all the halts and stops, which is going to be a lot . . . it would take about 4 hours and 6 minutes, give or take a few. That is," she added, "as long as we don't get sidetracked or attacked again."
Go Go said, "Or unless Hiro happens to see a site purely dedicated to Gummi bears." He didn't bother protesting.
"And, knowing our luck," Wasabi groaned, "one of those three will happen and, more or less, we won't arrive at Biraben before noon."
"Most likely. But hey, we can manage." Hiro looked wistfully out into the air. Time - 7:01. The sun was just rising, finally, giving off a gorgeous, painted sky of orange, pink, and purple. He nearly believed that the day was going to be a bright, happy day, where everything would just be alright. Nearly.
He spoke several words softly. The words that would send them off into their journey. Away from the calming, slightly stressful life of theirs at college and towards the harsh, intensely stressful life of being crimefighters.
"Let's go."
And they did.
Next post : Saturday. Kindly R&R. Goodbye.
-DragonFire0102