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Byron Wade
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The Infinite Void
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by AzricanRepublic
So begins...
Byron Wade's Story
Byron Wade used what little airtime the Azrik had gotten to prepare a defense to any attack he would meet, and it came fuckin' quick. He hadn't seen a First Generation clear a distance like that, it took Byron time to get that close without Jumping. The Azrican folded his arms to the side, using the bulky gauntlets of the RIAD gloves to protect him from the kick as white, fizzling energy surged over his defense. A deep crackle was heard as Byron rejected the attack, stumbling backwards and deflect his opponent into the ground. "Sonuvabitch!"
Byron Wade grinned widely as the Azrik resulted to flipping over the table. "Hate to say it, but you're really startin' to piss me the fuck off!" He growled as the fist swung, Byron tilting his own arm downward, a wave of pressure smashing Law's fist upward, as Byron's other hand struck across to block it before it collided with his chin. Their raw power boomed and cracked as the two easily broke the sound barrier multiple times in their movements, the gusts of wind easily blowing over patrons of the bar, shattering glass, and destroying windows. "I'm fuckin' ending this!" Byron growled as he thrusted forward, his opponenet would be shot back as Byron smashed reality around him, pushing him backwards and away, skyrocketing into the wall.
Byron Wade cackled loudly as he regained himself, his hulking figure slumped over as bolts of charged matter struck through the air, smashing and remolding reality in the middle of a fucking bar was a bad idea, but Byron had irradiated himself years before. It felt really tingly. "Fuck, you've been working on your abilities, haven't you?" He boomed, taking a step toward the broken wall. As he neared it, raw plasma dripped from his open palm, a line of the matter tracing along the ground and scorching the wood of the tavern. Reaching the shattered wall, he wiped away a table using a sonic blast as he set a foot onto the wall. "Your paying for the wall, by the way." He mocked and laughed loudly. The psychopath obviously enjoying this.
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We scared them all away, Law and I. ._.]
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There's nothing to disrupt, just a barfight. ._.]
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Byron Wade cackled loudly, the maniac poitning a finger toward the First Generation. He grinned widely as he spoke. "I'll tell you the same thing I told Havok ... " He wagged his finger lightly, his grin turning into a frown as his teeth gritted against themselves. "You can't defeat an Ancient." He growled angrily, one fist pushing backwards and collecting energy. "I survived Project Orion, the Fall of Hollow, nothing is killing me ... nothing!" He yelled.
Byron Wade smiled at the presentation of the combatants. The man held his mouth, and stood erect in the gaping hole in the wall. The Azrican took a single step back as the weapons were trained on him, rolling his shoulders as a chuckle escaped his throat. "If I can survive falling from the fuckin' sky, I can survive anything another First Generation can throw at me." He mocked, turning to throw his fist forward, a bright light snapping from space as Byron jumped, a licking beam of energy slicing through the air as the man took his exit.
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Who the fuck's Cable?)
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Hmm.)
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Byron Wade grinned widely as he pulled himself from the tree, quickly jumping downwards and dropping the bulky rifle at his side. "I've always hated using a rifle ... " The Azrican grinned widely, always prefering to use his hands over the steel metal of a rifle. It was never like the man to leave the pleasure of killing to a simple machine. His hulking forearms, covered by the expanse of the RIAD gloves, glowed with an amber hue as he stood in front of the tavern and shouted. "Now I know there's a stupid sonuvabitch in there that has a deathwish." He grinned, hoping whoever he was here to kill was stupid enough to respond.
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Well them, I guess you'll do.)
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Byron Wade cocked his head to he side with a booming grin, the poor bastard was obviously hung over. Byron quickly snapped his hand to the side, and a foaming beam of power escaped his palm. The slicing energy easily cutting the distance in a split second, dodging would be damn near impossible. Byron always found that energy he had manifested travelled far faster when ya' just fuckin' threw it. Upon impact, the boiling plasma would tear through any armor that could be managed, not like much could stand up to temperatures those high anways. Byron let out a cackle at the thought of the poor bastard hardly knowing what would hit him.
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Like ... shooting a laser beam out of your hand. ._.)
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Byron Wade grunted with dissatisfaction as he watched the attack fail before him, the sonuvabitch simply melting to the floor of the tavern. The beam of energy slicing across the bar and smashing through the back of the tavern. Next thing Byron knew, was a swift kick smacking along the back of his skull; this pissed the fucker off. Byron swung his hand back behind head, latching against the man's foot. Before that little bastard could even fuckin' move, Byron quickly crushed his leg in a frothing stew of molten plasma and scorched flesh. "I don't like bein' touched, buddy, I'm anti-social!"
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Due to close proximity, I'm entitled to a connection and counter post, I melted your foot off with my counter.)
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Byron Wade growled as the flame wrapped around him, brushing the smoke and flame to the side, Byron quickly leveled his hand to aim at his opponent once again. "Some poor bastards just don't die easily, do they." He grinned widely, obviously unaffected by the blast. A quick concussive force of air pressure escaped his palm and sent a gust of wind smashing through the tavern toward the man atop the bar.
Byron Wade shifted his weight as his opponent dropped from the counter. The sudden appearance of five other opponents hardly startled the Azrican, he'd stared down piles of shit worse than this. The flying circles hardly did damage as well, either bouncing off his armor that covered a considerable amount of his body, or simple stabbing into the plates and ceramic tiles. "Now it's my turn." Byron grinned as he smashed both his hands forward and sent a slicing blast of plasma into the shadows, dragging his hand to the side in a circle and slicing through the remainder of the opponents, until the original was either cut down or dodged.
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... You're running?_
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Seriously?)
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