The Valiants (Rated 12) - RPG Thread

[MagiPink]

“Lionman!†What color had been in White Dream’s complexion was immediately robbed away, looking at their leader with eyes open completely. The horrified expression etched upon her face immediately turn to that of a scorn and utter hatred. The next words spoken in Japanese were in anyone guess selective profanity shot directly at Mad Greek. Looking at her fallen comrades and the American, White Dream did not realize how close Mad Greek was until she felt both hands around her neck. Instinctively White Dreams hand arose to attempt to pry him off, but it was a mistake that would cost her. Without her gloves, her mind flooded open with images. Not things that she had seen with her own eyes, but Mad Greeks.

 

[Henshiner]

The Combatant looked onward as what was probably the largest man he had ever seen grabbed the young girl Whit Dream by the throught and lift her into the air. She may have been a jerk, she may have followed her leader blindly, she may have kicked his ass...

...But he had to help her. Pulling his army knife from his pocket, The Combatant threw it with blinding speed, sending the blade right into the burly man's wrist.

"Let her go."

 

[Scotty Rave]

Diodorus lifted White Dream off the ground and squeezed her throat. When she touched him, memories of his life flowed like a new river. Growing up on the streets and getting into crime thanks to his father was just the first step. White Dream saw memories of murder and assault and the sheer indifference Diodorus carried out each mission with was crushing. He felt the connection, and worried she would attempt some kind of psychic assault (he had once battled a psychic who tried to rip his very mind apart).

When the knife buried itself in his wrist, he loosened his hold on White Dream slightly and looked over at the Combatant.
“You’re not one of them, boy. If you want to leave here alive, walk away now.â€

 

[Tigerhawk21]

Crimson snarled as Diodorus held White Dream by her throat. His instincts told him to free her at all costs... and so he charged, roaring. Michael saw his hold loosen and managed to get enough control to pry Diodorus massive hand open, letting White Dream drop to the ground.

Without pausing, Crimson slashed Diodorus in the face with his claws, trying to get the man away from White Dream.

"Leave her alone bastard! You're fighting me now" Crimson hissed, calming down slightly but no less dangerous to his opponent.

 

[Scotty Rave]

Crimson snarled as Diodorus held White Dream by her throat. His instincts told him to free her at all costs... and so he charged, roaring. Michael saw his hold loosen and managed to get enough control to pry Diodorus massive hand open, letting White Dream drop to the ground.

Without pausing, Crimson slashed Diodorus in the face with his claws, trying to get the man away from White Dream.

"Leave her alone bastard! You're fighting me now" Crimson hissed, calming down slightly but no less dangerous to his opponent.

Diodorus staggered back in surprise as the claws left long, red marks across his face. He tasted his own blood and snarled, “Big mistake, you stupid creature.†He launched a punch at Crimson’s stomach with the force of a speeding locomotive, and when the tiger-man bent, he would knee him in the face just as hard. The Mad Greek’s muscles were not those of a man who abused drugs. They were properly ripped and solid from over thirty years of intense self-training. He had learned how to wrestle like Olympians, and on his travels, studied the arts of sumo, boxing and Muay Thai as well. He was a juggernaut. A monster. A living God of Fighting.

 

[MagiPink]

White Dream fell onto the ground gasping for air painfully, unable to move. Though severed from the source, Diodorus’s memories continued to flow like a river coming up to a rapid. Diodorus’s memories as well her own crashed violently leaving her withering crying out in pain. What mental shields that were established were now crumbling as more memories poured, unable to maintain her powers amongst the mind rape.

Breathing heavily she could only lay there watching her friends and the American facing the crime boss. He could have very well excused himself easily, but chose to stay. Another attack upon her subconscious sent her further in pain. “….help me….â€

 

[Tigerhawk21]

Crimson hissed in pain has Diodorus continued his brutal assult. He'd only felt such pain one other time. The blows sent the tiger-man reeling backwards. A final punch sent Crimson crashing into the wall behind him, leaving a massive imprint which quickly crumbled on top of him.

Groaning and dazed, Crimson struggled to extract himself from the rubble but only managed to free his upper body. In the haze, Crimson saw his sword laying nearby and managed to grasp it. But he never got the chance to throw it, for darkness over took him seconds later. His last thought was "this is very bad..."

 

[Henshiner]

White Dream fell onto the ground gasping for air painfully, unable to move. Though severed from the source, Diodorus’s memories continued to flow like a river coming up to a rapid. Diodorus’s memories as well her own crashed violently leaving her withering crying out in pain. What mental shields that were established were now crumbling as more memories poured, unable to maintain her powers amongst the mind rape.

Breathing heavily she could only lay there watching her friends and the American facing the crime boss. He could have very well excused himself easily, but chose to stay. Another attack upon her subconscious sent her further in pain. “….help me….â€

The Combatant ran over to the fallen White Dream, dragging her away to a safe corner of the room. Propping her next to the wall, he opened her pupils to see how she was.

"You're going to be fine. You just lost your breath that's all. Just stay here." Leaving White Dream, The Combatant turned toward the Mad Greek hunched over his feline friend. Getting a running start, The Combatant jumped onto the desk then onto the back of the giant. There was no way he could beat this guy up, but living on the streets of New York taught him a fighting style that couldn't be beat.

Fighting Dirty.

Reaching around his head, The Combatant took his right hand and pressed his thumb and fore finger onto the Greeks throught. He then toom his left fore arm and wrapped them around his fingers, increasing the pressure.

 

[Scotty Rave]

“You little bastard…†Diodorus wrapped a fist around the wrist of the offending hand and began to squeeze. “Are all Americans retarded at birth or does it take training? If it took razor-sharp claws just to merely scratch the surface of my skin, do you think your puny muscles will be any more effective?â€

Lionman shook his head, forcing away the dizziness, and looked across the office. The back wall was all windows. That was it! That was the key! With Diodorus distracted, he limped over to a fallen chair and picked it up. Likely, the glass was reinforced, so he would have to put all his strength into it. He would then tend to poor White Dream, poor Sakura.
“Rule Britannia you filthy Greek,†he whispered, and threw the chair. With an ear-splitting sound, it smashed the windows and toppled out towards the street far below.

 

[Henshiner]

“You little bastard…†Diodorus wrapped a fist around the wrist of the offending hand and began to squeeze. “Are all Americans retarded at birth or does it take training? If it took razor-sharp claws just to merely scratch the surface of my skin, do you think your puny muscles will be any more effective?â€

Lionman shook his head, forcing away the dizziness, and looked across the office. The back wall was all windows. That was it! That was the key! With Diodorus distracted, he limped over to a fallen chair and picked it up. Likely, the glass was reinforced, so he would have to put all his strength into it. He would then tend to poor White Dream, poor Sakura.
“Rule Britannia you filthy Greek,†he whispered, and threw the chair. With an ear-splitting sound, it smashed the windows and toppled out towards the street far below.

The Combatant felt the giant's hand wrap around his wrist, the pressure increasing steadily. If he didn't act soon, he'd snap his arm and then... well, you know.

Suddenly, The Combatant was hurled across the room, landing hard on the wall and sliding to the floor. The room began spinning as his vision became blurred. The sound of shattering glass snapped his retina snapped back in place. The Combatant gaze came upon Lionman smashing the windows at the far end of the room. This could mean only one thing.

"Lionman, don't!"