Thread: ROGUES GALLERY - CRISIS: MIRRORED - START UP

Mist laughed darkly.
Why hun, you dig this stuff too?
She licked a fleck of blood from her sword.

OOC: For the record, she actually just loves blood. No superpower relating to that. Weirdly.

"I don't like blood that was strangely...interesting," Demon Hand said with a slight grimace.

M. cursed silently as Liberty began her assault. Making a mental note to ask Icira to augment him with super-speed, he did his best to avoid the strikes—most of which hit anyway—whilst also trying to come up with some way to regain the upper hand. He needed to turn her advantage into a disadvantage somehow....although, this was difficult when he couldn't even tell where she was most of the time.

Since his dodges were failing anyway, he decided to stop moving and try to calm himself completely. With any luck, this would help him get a better focus on where Liberty was. But he had to act fast—at the rate he was accumulating cuts and healing them, he wouldn't have much energy left to devote to an attack. This was going to be close....

His concentration paid off—he could see Liberty coming toward him. At last, an opening! With all the strength he could muster, he drew back his hand and then thrust his fingertips straight at her stomach, intending to actually penetrate her skin and seriously damage her organs. This was his last shot—if it didn't work, what strength he would have left wouldn't be enough to combat a super-being, and he would possibly have to admit defeat. He didn't like the idea of being defeated in his first real fight, but again, that's what these tests were for.

OOC: Recap please? Been really busy...

Chesh shrugged, and fished once again through his hat, and threw down a hedgehog. "Fighting is not the answer. Explosions are." he giggled, floating away.

Liberty's reflexes were quick, but not nearly quick enough - she caught only a flash of M.'s oncoming attack, just barely beginning to slow her approach before they collided. She let out a resounding groan as she hit the ground, clutching her abdomen as she looked up at M., hate in her eyes.

"Finish it," she spat, heaving deep, laborious breath after breath.

Originally Posted by Tye Taylors

OOC: Recap please? Been really busy...

OOC: Ozymandias revealed he lied, and so now everyone's fighting him, Tyrannia, and evil Liberty.

"Huh? How so?" Ozymandias asks, as he grabs another zombie and reduces it to blood, turning it into a toaster, which, grabbign it by the cord, he swung at Mist.

M. stood over Liberty, looking down at her with a sort of cold satisfaction. And yet, somehow, it seemed too easy. Deep though the wound may have been, he didn't think even that would be quite enough to take down such a worthy opponent....surely she had one more trick left up her sleeve?

But as he watched her labored breathing and the way she held the gash, all doubts left his mind. This battle was over. Lacking the strength to deliver the killing blow unarmed, M. reached down, took Liberty's dagger into his hand and raised it above his head.

"As you wish."

Without a second thought, he plunged the blade straight toward her heart. By this time, however, his strength was now only on the level of an ordinary human—anyone could intercept him if they were quick enough.

As he saw Liberty fall to the ground, Ozymandias thought for a split second, calculating what his actions could do to his plan. Then he cast aside those thoughts as the world slowed down for him, and adrenaline rushed through his system as, with one fluid motion, he produced a knife. He held it before him, and ran his wrist right through it, slicing his own hand clean off and sending it flying at M. Metal cables formed around the hand, and it formed into a fist as a booster appeared on the bloody stump. Flames ignited, and the severed fist flew towards the Commander's face, faster than any normal fist would ever go.

All of this took place in a matter of two seconds. It took an additional second for Ozymandias' brain to register that he was missing a hand.

"OHGODMYHAND!!!" He screamed as the agony brought him to his knees. He clutched the wound, and the blood from the stump warped and flowed, forming into a chainsaw. He probably wouldn't bleed to death - for now, at least - but it still hurt like hell.

"Shit..." He said, as he stood back up. Ozymandias noted feeling much more tired than before, and glanced at the pool of his own blood on the floor.

"Liberty, you owe me a new hand. If I die because I cut off the first one to save your ass, you don't get any of my stuff!" The scientist said, as he turned away from Mist and ran at Commander M. He jumped in the air and slashed at Commander M with his brand new chainsaw hand.

The Hedgehog did not explode. "Goshdarn it..." Chesh spat, before spotting Ozymandis and a chainsaw hand, Commander M' and Liberty. He grinned, and took out a Switch Blade, creeping behind the deranged scientist. "Hey, M'... you don't look so good. Let the man with the Smile take care of this..."

"I wouldn't get cocky if I were you!" Demon Hand got in front of Ozymandias and M. before raising his cannon and firing a powerful blast of energy.

Tyrania continued to watch the battle. "Liberty, I do not wish to lose my most loyal servent now," she said, giving a small growl. She then summoned a flock of Gargoyles to aid her servents in the fight.

"Dammit minor, stealing my kills." Chesh grinned, and threw his switch blade towards the oncoming Gargoyles, and whipping out his Gas Gun.

OOC: Still confused to exactly what's happening... XD

M. was sent flying by the rocket-propelled fist, dropping the knife at Liberty's side and falling to the ground. Momentarily dazed, he couldn't move out of the way before Ozymandias' chainsaw cut a large gash in him—the wound once again healed instantly, completely robbing him of the strength to continue fighting at all.

"Fool....you have no idea what you've done," he growled, not caring if Ozymandias was even paying attention. "I intended to grant her a quick death, and spare her the needless suffering of slowly succumbing to her wounds. But moreover, I intended to grant the dying warrior a warrior's death. An honorable death. And now....you have denied her that happy privilege. I no longer have the strength to fight....I must rest...."

Slowly, M. laid down flat on his back, turning his head to address Liberty one final time.

"Forgive me....my worthy opponent...."

He closed his eyes and lost consciousness.