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Unread 4th of July, 2008, 02:44
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Metal demon…great…Nick thinks as the creature’s false skin falls to the ground.

He begins to move in, his heavy rocky feet grinding and crushing the stone beneath him. Out of the corner of his eye he can see Jack doing the same, his hands pulsing with whatever that nasty power of his was.

Sure killed demons good though.

A quick stutter step is all he needed to adjust his speed and make sure that Jack was clear of the demon before he tried to tackle it. In his head Nick was already planning his strategy. He had ridden this ride before, in Mexico, when he and Hardball had gotten into a super powered wrestling match.

It hadn’t gone well.

If the thing is as strong as JC then stone-form isn’t going to cut it. Nick’s mind races as he comes up on the prone demon. I don’t have to beat him, he thinks, smiling.

Just hold him.
In mid step he slaps a rocky hand against the bottom of his shoe, willing it into his own flesh: rigid stone yielding to amorphous rubber. An instant later he bounces high into the air, his body and limbs stretching wide.

But the demon wasn’t there.

The metallic beast slams its fists into the ground, launching itself unto its feet. Unable to recover, Nick tucks and easily rolls to his feet just past his target.

Roaring in rage the demon lashes out with its titanic strength. With a clawed hand it grabs Hardball by the head and effortlessly whips him across the room into Jack. The two of them rocket across the floor and slam into the stairs of the dais - eight hundred pounds of organic steel crushing the wind from the slight metahuman’s chest and pinning him against the stair.

With a speed that belies its massiveness, the demon pivots and with a downward sweeping forearm catches Colin on the collarbone. Decades of training allow the marital artist to roll with the impact enough to keep the blow from breaking bone, but its force cannot be denied. Colin’s vision goes black as he is slammed into the unyielding floor.

The demon slowly turns and grins wickedly at Starfire.
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Unread 12th of July, 2008, 01:53
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Instantly Paul's hand is out to grab at the plastic name tag, but really there is nothing he can do for Samuelson and his arm continues its arc to grab the hardened steel he had worn off the door in his panic and let rattle to the floor. Without thinking, his target intent Paul sprints toward the remaining spider demon his silken tie whipping in the air that vibrates in the waves of Armani's roar.

He drags the worried metal edge along the demon's thorax and without looking back continues his blurring line across the room. The scraping appears to have not made a mark though he swears he felt its evil hide.

Fucking spider demons.

Without another thought Paul spins on his heels and tries again to penetrate the fiend's flesh. The demon seems ready for the attack shifting to the right dropping to the left just as he zips by. It then launches itself across the room to the stairs easily knocking the brazier out of the way before disgorging another batch of webbing.

Well, this isn't working either. Paul shudders to himself at the thought of almost touching the spider demon twice. His head down he notices that Samuelson's name tag has landed near the disturbing sloughed skin of one of the demons. He scoops up the name tag and grabs at the utility belt from off the skin kicking it away as the buckle releases.

Maybe something here will work.

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Unread 22nd of July, 2008, 19:18
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Starfire barely notices a blur of motion beyond where Nick and the metal demon stand - it might be Paul zipping across the room, but she can't be sure. She hesitates, unsure of what exactly she ought to do, but hoping to coordinate something with Nick.

But then she notices that the remaining spider demon suddenly seems to get its bearings back, and it takes off in the direction where Hardball and Jack lay sprawled at the foot of the stairs. The damn thing starts spitting another one of those fucking webs, a deadly, sticky gob of burning acid that arcs toward the downed pair of meta-humans.

Starfire shifts her focus from the metal demon, and adjusts her aim, tracking the airborne strands as they fly toward their target. The flames seem to erupt from her fingertips without any conscious thought on her part. They vaporize the webbing in mid-air, instantly transforming the sticky mess into a light rain of ash. The air is filled with the pungent tang of hot acid.

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Unread 23rd of July, 2008, 05:28
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The world comes back into focus, and Hardball finds himself sprawled on top of Jack at the stairs. He slams the stairs from a push-up position (to avoid crushing Jack further) and launches himself to his feet, much like the metallic demon did moments ago. As he stands, he assesses the situation.

“Jack?” He makes his name a question.

“I think I landed on my keys”, Jack groans weakly from his prone position.

“Fight if you can. Starfire, nice shot! Nick”, he points at Nick and then at the demon-formerly-known-as-the-Armani, “Iron Cross! Everyone else, blitz that last bug!”

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Unread 23rd of July, 2008, 10:55
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The Armani spins in place, throwing its arms out in an attempt to intercept Nick’s attack, but to no avail. Rubbery hands twine easily around the metal beast’s limbs as Nick flows around its awkward parry. In seconds the demon is wrapped mummy like in constricting bands of living rubber. With a grunt Nick constricts against the wildly thrashing creature, desperately trying to maintain his hold.

It was like Mexico all over again.

The thing manages one last step before its legs give out and Nick bears it face first into the stone.

Only this time he is winning.
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Unread 23rd of July, 2008, 11:14
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Resolutely registering Hardball's order, Paul clicks closed the tactical belt around his skinny waist. The bespoken suit jacket hangs awkwardly with a baton, handcuffs, mace, and what looks like a military issue handgun with two extra clips.

What the hell maybe this will help. In a blur of hand tailored fabric, Paul zips across the room past the spider demon then abruptly stops. The spider demon begins to move towards him, its limbs undulating with mechanical fluidity. With a deliberation that belied his pounding heart, Paul raises his hand and depresses the brightly colored plastic tab on the guard’s canister of pepper spray.

Fine misty droplets of fluid sputter out of the tiny nozzle. The tiny beads of lachrymatory chemicals glinted and sparkled in the flickering firelight as they sped towards the demon’s face.

A shrill, inhuman wail erupts from the creature as the chemicals burn into its eyes. It staggers forward and then begins to lurch about erratically in pain, its iron tipped claws chewing into the floor and upsetting a large brazier. Burning oil pours out, sending waves of orange flames cascading down the steps.

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Unread 29th of July, 2008, 05:43
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Metal feet crack and crush the granite slabs of the dais as Hardball half runs, half leaps towards the flailing bug. The pool of burning oil casts his metallic skin a bloody red as years of rugged athleticism guide his steps. Five yards from the creature he drops low and launches himself under the thing’s center of gravity. Effortlessly the metal man sweeps the creature off its feet and slams it heavily onto the floor. A quick pivot of his hips turns the two of them over.

Calling upon all of his titanic strength, Hardball cinches his lock on the demon’s back and squeezes. The bug’s hard carapace begins to buckle and crack, eliciting more ear piercing wails of pain. Now pinned, the creature struggles even more frantically, its claws and mandibles desperately seeking purchase on any part of its tormentor. At length the vice-like blades of demonic chitin clamp down on Hardball’s head, sending off gouts of hot sparks. Like a mad dog, the demon gnashes and rends on JC’s ferric flesh but to no avail.
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Unread 31st of July, 2008, 09:28
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“…Everyone else blitz the last bug!” Hardball’s voice rings out over the din of combat, but Colin can’t hear it over his rising bloodlust. The high impact resin rod slides effortlessly into his hand as he circles the downed Armani.

“I got him. Help Hardball.” Nick grunts out, his voice sounding like a taunt rubber band. The only sound Colin hears is the ringing of his blood hammering in his ears.

Demons like this turned his father.

The baton cracks like a gunshot across the demon’s face.

Demons like this killed his wife.

*Crack*

Demons like this took everything good in his life and made it unclean.

His blows begin to fall with machine gun rapidity.

Demons like you… the voice slides like a knife through his mind as the world grows red.

With an inhuman roar The Shadow drops the baton, his body growing black and indistinct. Ebon fists rain down upon the pinned beast.

Demons like me.
 

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