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Rhythiel took to the air, gaining altitude to provide a high guard for Magnhild, hopefully staying out of range of the silence sphere until she could report the location to Rotten Luck...
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Magnhild would suddenly feel a wooden staff coming down at her head, but this was no ordinary staff, it hit with much greater force than a mere wooden weapon and did not have a tedency to break. The attacker was the man carrying the black staff who had just arrived, he seemingly popped in out of nowhere in the air to deliver the strike, attempting to knock Magnhild out of the air.
Meanwhile Rhythiel saw the same staff-carrying man pop in in front of her as well, but had little time to react as the staff was already going for her ribs, then winding up a quick strike to the head with the other end of the staff.
Those who still remain at the location of the last fight would indeed be able to see two completely identical men attacking Rhythiel and Magnhild, but the one who originally emerged from an alley was no longer there.
The feint for the ribs didn't fool Rhythiel; she had centuries of experience to draw upon. Her left hand, originally moving to block the end going for her ribs, instead grabbed that end as it went, pulling it down to move the other end higher so that it glanced off of her right horn as she moved forward, trying to test her horns against his head...
The staff bounced off of Magnhild's helmet and she dove for the pavement, swinging her feet out underneath her at the last second and skidding to a halt. Fafnir's bit began to glow a dull orange as her anger at being attacked in such a cowardly manner fed into the weapon. She looked around, her perceptions on high alert. If the attacker came at her again, she'd be ready.
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"Now that just not playing fair!" He headed to the street and looked for the one attacking Rhythiel then he opened a bunch of small portals and sent the chains through. The result would be around the attacker chains would spring up to bind him. (Midnight Grasp but with chain skin) "Rhythiel Ya got a few tricks ya can do to mess with this fellows mind? We need some intel. Don't care if it's done all pretty like."
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The metal mask he was wearing seemed enough to resist Rhythiel's horn attack, he retaliated with a kick of his knee to her chin, but soon after was binded by Rotten Luck's chains. Another one appeared behind Rhythiel, bringing an end of his staff in a stabbing motion to the back of her head. Magnhild wouldn't see the one who attacked her anymore, as if he had disappeared as suddenly as he had appeared, although now there was one behind Rotten, bringing his staff into a quick strike to the draugr's head.
Magnhild looked up to where Rotten had bound the one attacking Rhythiel. "Ho, villain! Face me and do battle with the daughter of Thor! Fight me or show yourself for the dishonorable coward that you are!"
Jorortis and Jourgun simply watched the fight from atop the roof attacking no one, but they weren't helping anyone either. "Did she just call him a hoe?" Jorortis said as he looked to his half god friend. Which only got him a shamed look as Jourgun said." She said Ho not H..wait why am I explaining this to you? Just watch the fight." Jourgun said returning his attention to the brawl.
Note: Jorortis is still a character of mine and is still going to be in the super group, not Demirus, at least not yet...
Rhythiel easily dodged the blow to her chin, but the one to the back of her head connected, stunning her momentarily. She only fell about twenty feet before recovering, then sang again to pin the one who struck her in place while she regained altitude.
"Watch each other's back! These guys using ambush tech..."That when he felt the blow to his own head. "Did ya just whacked an undead Zzombie monsterr with a srtick?" He turned to look to the fellow that hit him. "Havven't ya seen a zzombie movie?" He dropped the chain grab, holding those portals open was a drain. Then he sent a right hook for the fellow that hit him, with the attached chain swinging to extend the strike. Those that knew the signs would note he was starting to have trouble with words. That stick with the drain of the portals was having an effect.
Rhythiel would no longer find a guy above her to pin with the song, both of them had disappeared. The one Rotten attacked dodged his fist, then extended his staff, as the chains wrap around it to stop the attack. His staff then phased through the chains which had lost momentum and went for another swing at Rotten Luck's head and said "Singular, not plural.", while another one appeared behind Rott to deliver a strike into his back. One appeared in front of Magnhild, taking a defensive stance. "I am no villain, you were about to chase my brother."
"Your brother is a thief. I have sworn to protect the people of this city by fighting its criminals. Thievery is a crime. So is protecting someone that has committed a crime." Magnhild said. She assumed a more aggressive stance, Fafnir at her side, held at a 45 degree angle to her body.
"I am Magnhold Thorsdottir of Asgard. Progeny of King Thor and Queen Sif, wielder of Fafnir the Burning Axe. Who do I face?" she stated, as was proper for an Asgardian honor duel.
Rotten used his other arm to block the incoming attack. "Fiight or tralk not bwoth." He growled and charged forward for a headbutt to the one in front of him.
Rhythiel assessed the situation, then sang again, a new song. The energy she had pulled out earlier from the cyborg, as well as some of her own, flowed into Rotten, restoring him...
The one facing Magnhild spoke up."Thief or not, i have sworn to protect him, as you have sworn protect this city." He remained in a defensive stance, taking a few steps backwards. "You face a masked man. Don't expect a name." And as he said this the two duplicates disappeared, leaving Rott with nothing to headbutt. The man focused upon Magnhild, beginning to walk slowly in a circle around her, expecting her to follow his movements.
Instead of circling with the staff wielder, Magnhild let forth with an Asgardian war-cry and charged straight at him. She brought Fafnir in low, aiming to cleave him from groin to sternum.
The axe was blocked by one end of the staff, it's wooden qualities were highly misleading and seemed to withstand the blow without a scratch to it's surface. The masked man then brought the other end of the staff in for a strike on Magnhild's head, soon after trying to kick her in the stomach with a quick motion.
Magnhild intercepted the staff swing with her wrist gauntlet, but with Fafnir still locked with the staff, the kick made it through her defenses. She twisted her torso at the last second, depriving the blow of most of its power as his foot skittered off her armor. Magnhild chose that moment to bring her blocking arm down, her armor-capped elbow aimed directly at the attacker's knee.
As Magnhild's elbow went for his knee, he took in a quick, but deep breath. Magnhild's attack did not connect to his knee, as he puffed out in smoke to avoid it and moved back to reform. He then took hold of his staff more tightly as he prepared a quick counter-attack. He swung his staff overhead, but was too far to hit Magnhild, instead he hit the ground, as the staff emitted a wave of energy that would knock Magnhild into the air if she didn't avoid it. The man quickly leaped at her through air to follow up with a swing of his staff at Magnhild herself. The blow was empowered by the same energy the staff launched, ramping up the power of the blow so far to be able to reduce a large house-sized block of stone to mere pieces.
Magnhild did not succeed at avoiding the shockwave as it arced outward from the impact point. She was bounced into the air by the energy pulse and she grasped Fafnir tighter, commanding the axe to pull her away from the staff-wielder. Just as it started to do so, the charged staff struck her across the back. There was a BOOM of concussive energy and Magnhild smashed through the wall of the nearest building, leaving a large hole in her wake.
As the masked man landed on the ground, he gazed upon the large hole in the building. He took steps back from it and stopped in the middle of the street, waiting for Magnhild to re-emerge, in the meantime giving a glance at the other heroes to see if they were going to intervene with the duel. He then took a defensive stance with his staff and stared at the large hole.
When the masked man looked through the hole, there would be just enough light to see that it was actually a series of holes that Magnhild's passage had blasted through a succession of buildings. The masked man's charged blow had knocked her at least three blocks away.
As he waited for Magnhild to emerge, there was a whistle and a crash behind him. Fafnir had slammed into the street, bit first, cracking the asphalt in a ten-foot radius from the impact. Almost immediately, dull orange light shone from the cracks, along with licks of flame. A second after impact, the entire area of glowing asphalt exploded up and out in a fiery blast, catapulting chunks of the road skyward.
Magnhild came diving out of the shadows on the roof of the nearest building, powerful arms spread wide, aiming to hit the masked man in a vicious flying tackle.
As Magnhild lurked on the building she would already notice the masked man suddenly drop his staff and grasp at his chest. He inhaled air deeply and fell to his knees. By the time Magnhild's tackle hit it would feel like tackling a ragdoll. No signs of life came from him and Rott wouldn't even be able sense his spirit. What might have caused this weird incident is unknown, but the heroes have another thing to worry about...
A squad of people dressed in combat armor with a black and gray color palette had made their way down the street towards the heroes. They were carrying what seemed to be high-tech weaponry. A total of six of them could be counted, three of them were carrying pulse rifles, two of them - laser shotguns and the last one was wielding a large hammer. The hammer-wielding one seemed to lead the charge and was bigger and more masculine than the others. He went straight for Magnhild to swing his large hammer at her with an overhead swing, the hammer would feel unnaturally heavy as it came down, in fact it seemed to be manipulating it's own gravity. The three with rifles concentrated their fire at Rotten Luck and Rhythiel with blasts of energy, while the laser shotgunners were closing in to make better use of their close-ranged weaponry.
Rhythiel lunged for the closest of the pulsers, twisting to avoid most of the blasts, but one grazed her left wing. She grabbed at the pulse rifle, sinking her claws into it just ahead of the trigger guard...
Magnhild dropped the body just before she hit the ground and did a rolling vault into a front flip to land on her feet. As the hammer-wielder bore down on her, she called Fafnir to her hand and brought the axe up to block the swing of the hammer. The blow still hit hard enough to buckle her knees a bit. Once she had her balance again, one of her long legs flashed out and kicked him square between the legs.