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by Jairo on Fri Aug 07, 2009 9:59 am
Nicholai entered the now-ruined plaza with a jump, opting to conserve his energy by hopping over the last of the walls instead of wrenching a new whole – he had already used up quite a bit from his mission. He didn’t want to be completely exhausted right when he came onto the battlefield. Slinking right beside a wall to a building, he pressed his body hard against it and turned it into a shimmering liquid for the briefest moment, letting him slip through. Peering from the inside of a shop, he could see that two of the criminals had escaped in the aftermath of a terrific rifle shot. The other two were being faced by a metal-armed commandant, who seemed content to ignore the police reinforcements that were there to arrest the criminals.
“With so many police here, I’ll have to keep to the side-lines...” he said aloud, happy to give himself a decent excuse not to get into the line of fire. Pressing both hands on the metal sheet that covered the entrance of this particular shop – sporting goods, by the look of the shadows – he concentrated on sending out his snakes for a second time that night.
His skin seemed to ebb and flow and twist and manipulate, writhing motions sensed underneath his loose clothing. His arm was soon covered in a mass of slithering black, shimmering one second, devoid of light the other, with only the barest glimpses of skin showing for the fraction of a second before it was engulfed once more.
He sent them out, all throughout the main square of the plaza where all the action was taking place. They moved with stealth and without a sound; his army of eyes. His closed his own eyes for a moment, and before long he saw a complete view of the battlefield. He siphoned through the visions until he found the right one, almost right behind the shopkeep who seemed to be effectively defending his house and home.
Two criminals, all one rough emotion, all one mass of rage...
One criminal, as if sensing what the other would do, shunned and placed his hand over his eyes...
The other opened his jaw, as if to scream, his mouth a shimmering mouth of metal, tooth-and-tounge-less, ready for... for what?
A blast of fire that erupted from his mouth answered his question, and Nicholai immediately backed away, blinking rapidly until he had his own set of eyes back, the blinding light still an after-image to his poor pupils.
“So they decided to play with fire...” he muttered, wondering how dangerous that would be to a regular crook, how someone could live without teeth, without a tongue, until it dawned on him that they were probably no ordinary set of crooks.
“The damn biomodders were probably ‘jected way beyond their capacity of two... But not even a blackmarket surgeon would willingly do that, would he...? Too easy to backfire... Too easy to lose his payment...” he said aloud, before snapping back attentively.
“P’raps I should let the police figure that one out,” he said with a shrug. It was a mere pique of curiosity – he didn’t give a damn if a gang wanted to kamikaze themselves to death.
He was just in it right now for the fun.
Closing his eyes again, he lifted up his arms as well, using his snakes’ vision to find a good, solid piece of metal... The steel door to the ruined shop. Yes, that would be perfect... Just perfect for what he was planning...
His arms balled into a fist, his arms readied themselves, one dropping, one rising, his feet spreading themselves as if in a stance, his whole body seemingly ready for a fist fight. Only his eyes were closed, taught with concentration. It would be harder to move with it not within his line of sight, but he was thankful that the door was at least within his range of magnetism.
One palsied left hand slowly creaked open, before crunching it into a fist once more...
Outside, a solid chunk of the steel door was broken loose, as if bitten down, ripped off with a resounding crunch...
One left hand, set around the waist, jabbed forward, ending with his fingers outstretched before closing his fingers in again...
The crumpled steel, now flat and compact, zoomed in at the assailant’s flaming mouth, closing it with a solid thump... It glowed a dull red, but that was all. It was there tight.
Nicholai opened his eyes and smirked knowingly: steel had a melting point of 1370 degrees Celsius. Closing his eyes, he looked through once more. He curiously wondered what so intense fire can do to a human brain... and smiled at the thought.
CHARACTER QUOTES: (Cause they're awesome 3<)
"Nothing like the sound of battle to get your spirits up, neh?"
~Dimitri [as his eye starts to bleed from memories]
"I'm not insane! ('...Agreed')
~Fievel
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