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Wing City Gardens

The Large Garden at the Center of Wing City.

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Wing City Gardens is a part of Wing City.

8 Places in Wing City Gardens:

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Confessor [33] Confessor has the ability to 'touch' a person with her power. Once 'touched', that person is no longer who they used to be, but now eternally devoted to the Confessor.
Crestelle [28] Is the sister of Celina. She is kind and caring but can go a little insane if anyone bothers or harms thoses she cares about. You have been warned...
Salazar [20] "I was once called The Serpent. Then I was slaughtered. Now I am back".
Kori Sora. [18] a girl with a huge claw for a left hand. it's almost like it's made of metal. she has white hair and red eyes. and a weird scar on her left eye.
Zelsane [17] Divinity in its darkest form.
Remy Brown [11] "I'm not that nerdy.."
Lucian Segal [11] A paladin unlike the others.
Moonlight Shadow [11] His actuall name is Mark. He wears dark assassin armor and an array of knives and daggers. His Atherian eliments are wind and ice.
Clover the Jungle Cat [10] A shy but agile jungle cat, too afraid to speak up but always willing to fight for what is right.

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Azzen began to calm down, "Time...Lord? What's that?", she asked, pressing her ear closer, to hear the dual hearts beating. She then let go, and shook head to clear it, "Im sorry. But Ochalas, she still needs to pay for her crimes", she said getting to her feet, "She killed thousands of my siblings, and that has to be taken care of. She cant go with out being punished", Azzen said, testing all of her joints.

Chal began to pace nervously, "I...I don't know. Azzen is tough, around and maybe even tougher than Zero is. Im just worried, for the Mechanic, and myself. The Neo-Hunters to hunt alone anymore". Chal's hands shook, and she was beginning to feel lightheaded. She sat down, and held her head in her hands, whimpering, and groaning.

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"Time-Lords are a race from Gallifrey that has mastered the art of traveling trough time, often they use a TARDIS, which means Time And Relative Dimension In Space, to travel time and space, but since I'm not a full Time-Lord and never been to Gallifrey I made my own version called the Rift Rider, and about that royalty I said eariler...my father is the king of Forzos, my mother was a...servant to him, I was a mistake and now I do everything in my power to cause his empire to come crumbling down..." Said The Mechanic, he looked at Azzen for a few moments then he got an idea. "What if I tell you I can stop all that from ever happening, make sure their deaths never happened, and also make sure you don't have to try and hunt my friends down...what I'm talking about is a Time Paradox, it will rewrite history after the point I alter, you see the only reason Chal did all that stuff is because I abandoned her, I'm not sure why I did, my memories are very mixed up right now...but anyways, I'm planning on going back in time and stopping her from bringing back the Iron Cult, but I just need you to trust me, because if you try and kill me or Chal I would be unable to rewrite history, since only I can drive the Rift Rider without appearing somewhere random and I don't know exactly when I vanished so I need to ask Chal, but please, I need you to trust me." Said The Mechanic.

Meanwhile Shade put The Mechanic's hand into his bag and held out his hand to Chal. "Come on now, shouldn't be that far, plus I'm pretty sure The Mechanic must have something in the Rift Rider to help you get over that addiction, and yes I know you have an addiction, it's pretty obvious and you're currently going through-...what's it called?...withdrawls I think." Said Shade.

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When Azzen had been stunned, the Nightgaunts, at first, seemed like they were about to swarm The Mechanic, in order to defend their new master. When it became apparent that it was not The Mechanic's intent to kill the Neo-Hunter, they relaxed somewhat.

...so there they remained, waiting patiently, if they were needed.



(OOC: Tardisfreak, feel free to control the Nightgaunts in your posts if you want. They're eternally bound to Azzen now. They're pretty straightforward; like a cross between an Alien Xenomorph and a gargoyle.)

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Azzen listened to the Mechanic, but didn't really pay attention. She was checking out the strange creatures that had stepped forward, when she had been shot. A smile quickly flashed on her face, as she though of what she could do with them, though it faded as quickly as it had came up, with the mentions of her siblings. "I could see my siblings again? I don't know what to say. I would love to see my siblings again, but. Then again. I will, have to think about it with my advisers. I will call off the hunt for Ochalas, later", and she grew wings, flying quickly out of the garden, the Nightgaunts melting away at her mental command.\

Chal stood up, and nodded her head, "Yeah, with...withdraw...I really screwed up and, well I want to fix everything. Its hard though. I...I really need...need", she trailed off, purposely not finishing her sentence. She blushed in shame, and hung her head low.

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The Mechanic just watched Azzen fly away, whether she agreed or not he was gonna go ahead and cause the Time Paradox, he didn't want anyone hunting down his friends, and he also didn't want Azzen to be missing her siblings, he then started walking towards the Rift Rider and met up with Chal and Shade along the way. "Hey Mechanic! Hurry up!" Said Shade. "Do you have it?" Asked The Mechanic. Shade nodded and handed The Mechanic the hand wrapped in the blood soaked cloth, Shade then helped Cahl stand up as The Mechanic continued walking towards the Rift Rider while unwrapping the hand and inspecting it. "I have no clue what he's gonna do." Said Shade who sounded worried. "I'm not gonna do anything too crazy, now lets head back to the Rift Rider, I have plans to do." Said The Mechanic. "Well come along then Chal." Said Shade.

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It was dark, near midnight. The park was serene and quiet, with the steady burble of activity from the rest of the city a distant song. Families, couples, and occasional lonely wanderers walked through the park, minding their own business.

An inconspicuous fountain was currently unoccupied by any inhabitants. The soft trickle of water, the wisping wind through the trees, and the occasional call of a nocturnal bird... it painted the exact image of peace.

The silence is broken by a sudden whip-crack, deafening by comparison, and a bright flash of light originating about two feet up off the ground near the fountain, but thankfully not over it.

Thankfully because a group of four dropped onto the ground. Two of them landed on their feet; One, wearing a large, thick coat, and a peaked cap. His garb was almost entirely black, with the exception of some red pauldrons and other significant markings. He did not seem particularly alarmed, if his stance was any indication.

The other that landed on his feet immediately entered a crouched position, a thick blade in one hand and a similarly large shotgun held aloft in the other. He was dressed for a heavily forested environment, and was the only one among the group sufficiently dressed for the summer heat, with a tank top and baggy pants.

The other two were somewhat less graceful in their fall, but no less prepared. One, a slender figure with a long rifle, had fallen on her back with her gun ready to be aimed. Wearing thick armor and striking a tall and imposing silhouette despite her posture, she scanned the perimeter through the glowing blue scope of her rifle.

Lastly was a bulky man who hit the ground face-first and immediately began slurring out colourful, mostly incomprehensible curses. Covered not only in armor but in furs, it was without a doubt that he would likely be sweltering, even in the relative cool of the night.

"Quiet up Dog," spoke the man with the peaked cap. The grumbling curses did get quieter.
"Sound off."

"Dog," grunted the bulky man as he righted himself, scanning their surroundings.
"Wet," said the woman quietly.
"Devil," called the raspy, hardened voice of the crouching man.

Silence.

"Feth," rumbled the man in the peaked cap. They had lost people.

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Vexal turned to his left, having just entered the garden from the North. Honestly, Vexal didn't know what he was expecting to see. Considering the fact it was the dead of the night, there wasn't much reason to be outside. Regardless, he shifted his gaze to the right, only to get the same result: Trees and grass, but no people...Well, not quite, there were a few people, but they seemed to be minding their own business rather than making conversation. Vexal returned his gaze to in front of him, and looked down at the young girl in front of him.

"Leave it to the girl named after the God of the moon to be the only person wanting to go out for a stroll during the boring old night." Vexal said aloud jokingly, though the expression on his face would show he was complaining. "Tsuki, can we go back yet? There isn't really much of a point in being here."

"You could probably use more time away from people too, you know? Besides, it's easier for me to focus in a place like this." Tsuki retorted. While Vexal liked being in the city, Tsukibaiacchi preferred the peace and quiet of the outdoors. However, before she could give Vexal more reason on why she wanted to be in the garden, their argument was interrupted by a loud, cracking noise, followed by a bright light.

Vexal shielded his eyes, counting the number of people that had just come out of the strange light, ending at the number four. The fact they were soldiers left a bad taste in his mouth, or at least that's the thought he got from their choice in weaponry. Vexal got the thought of hiding both himself and Tsuki behind one of the trees, but the number of people in the garden would make the act look rather suspicious. He duo hoped the group of 'soldiers' weren't hostile.

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As soon as she became aware of them- which didn't take too long- 'Wet' did not remove her eye, nor her scope, from the pair. Mostly the male.
"Sir, locals," she said softly into her comm-bead. "And they're staring at us."

The man with the peaked cap, obviously the leader, turned his attention to the pair. 'Dog' and 'Devil' matched this.

The leader regarded them briefly. His eyes had adjusted to the dim light of their surroundings, and he tried to get a good fix on who or what exactly he was looking at.

As far as he could tell they were a pair of ordinary humans. Young, probably; unblemished surely, spared the scars of war and poverty.

They seemed stunned, but not as much as he might have expected from a group of armed soldiers suddenly appearing out of thin air. This did not bode well.

"I am Commissar Gabriel Envictus," he declared with a powerful, commanding tone. 'If that means anything,' he thought to himself. "You are locals then I should hope; where are we? Can you tell me that?"

'Wet' had taken the opportunity to expertly lift herself off the ground and into a standing position in quick fashion, and began to scan the surrounding area again, albeit without the gun this time; one of her eyes had a dim glow to it suggesting some form of augmentation.

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"I wouldn't say we're locals, but this is Wing City, specifically the gardens." Vexal informed the Commissar, though he didn't exactly knew what that title meant. "Now...I can't say I know what you're doing here...But aiming a rifle at someone you don't even know isn't exactly the brightest idea, whether there's an intent to shoot or not." Vexal added, addressing 'Wet'.

Tsuki sighed an extended an arm in Vexal's direction, and brought the arm back to herself as she began to introduce themselves. "His name's Vexal, and I'm Tsuki. I hope you don't mind my asking, but what was with the rather, flashy way of entering?" the girl inquired, curious as to why their means of travel involved such a loud noise and bright light.

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Gabriel sighed deeply. Wing City. They hadn't gone anywhere. "Damn it," he muttered, turning to look at Devil, who was by his side. The man shrugged, looking disappointed but not perturbed- or surprised.

Wet did not respond verbally to Vexal's complaints. She turned and gave him a soft, sweet smile, with a glint in her real eye that said she wouldn't have hesitated to shoot under other circumstances. She then returned to scanning their perimeter, rifle held at the ready, albeit not raised.

Gabriel returned his attention to the couple when Tsuki began speaking. "A failed attempt," he replied simply. "I doubt I could explain it sufficiently to be well understood." He waved it off and took another look around. Spotting the fountain, he walked over to it and sat down, sighing as he did so. "I don't suppose you've seen anyone else of similar disposition to us? Heavily armed, armoured, perhaps a bit jumpy?"

For his part Devil had wandered over to Dog, who was still muttering and dusting himself off. Seemingly without warning, Devil tossed his immense knife blade-first into the dirt and slugged Dog in the gut; prompting the man to stagger back with a grunt. He did not otherwise react immediately.

"Come on Cadanche," Devil coaxed with a mocking tone, taking a defensive stance. "Might as well keep sparring then eh?"

Dog grumbled again and slung his rifle onto his back before proceeding to barrel into Devil.

Wet did not seem to notice, though she did shake her head ever so slightly.

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A flash of light lit up in the distance......It was as bright as a nuke, but it did no damage. The light was gone as quickly as it has appeared. But instead of leavening radiation, it left a man. He wore a armored blue jumpsuit with the numbers "101" On his back, and a metal device on his arm. His name was Jack, and he was wounded. "Shit......Were the hell am I?" Jack cough up som blood.....Rad sickness. Damn. He cheeked his pipboy....as the metal device was called. Massive rad sickness, 900 rads. No radaway......."Im doomed...." He coughed up more blood.....He couldn't see.....his eyesight was blurred. He didn't even know were he was.....although he thought he made out buildings, but probably his minds gone.....He screamed "help"

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The sounds of feet crunching in the gravel ground of the gardens echoed softly, each footstep heavy but deliberately so, in order to not startle anyone with his presence. The man walking through the city's most peaceful and beautiful portion took in a deep, slow breath as he enjoyed the smell of the fresh air for the first time in a while. He needed a good walk to clear his mind, it seemed. At his side as always was his faithful dog who looked more like a wolf, what with her large size and pure white fur. She sniffed around and never went more than a few meters from him.

James wore a large leather over-coat that went down to his shins, covering most of his body comfortably; and under that he wore a simple white tank-top and some brown cargo shorts; as well as his durable boots, made of the finest material and able to withstand years of punishment. He smiled and stopped to admire a patch of beautiful roses, looking down at them with a sense of belonging, though perhaps that wasn't the correct word.

Either way, he didn't feel so lonely, for the first time in a long while. He'd been sleeping better recently, and eating well, too. Why, just an hour ago he'd eaten a finely cooked Top Sirloin steak at a diner he frequented near his apartment. He blinked slowly and, still smiling, turned to continue down the gravel path, his faithful dog, Snow, following him happily; glad that her Master was feeling well, and was taking her on a walk again. Around her neck was a simple, but beautiful collar with the appropriate Dog-license noted with her name, and who she belonged to and where to return her should she ever be lost and found.

James' boots crunched in the gravel before he turned and faced another patch of flowers, stopping. Lily's....lovely. Absent mindedly he wondered what his Roommate, Miray's favorite flower was, and even fancied the idea of getting her a bouquet. He smiled; trying to imagine what her reaction would be; but then he shook his head, chuckling to himself while petting Snow as she sat beside him, panting softly, happy as can be.

He sighed and continued on until he found an open field within the gardens. He let out a sharp whistle and Snow barked a few times while from his pocket he withdrew one of her favorite toys; a thick felt octopus that was designed to be very durable even with rough dogs. So far it held true against Snow's playful onslaughts. So it was that the Werewolf began to play fetch with his beloved companion, tossing her octopus toy like a Frisbee, having her chase after it, bring it back, and give it to him so he could throw it again, giving her some much needed exercise.

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The sounds of feet running across the grass of the gardens echoed loudly, from the sound of it it was the panicked footsteps of someone running for dear life. A man was clutching a gut injury, a gunshot wound when he was ambushed by some sort of hitman wanting him dead. Looking around he quickly located a large enough bush and hid himself inside it, he soon heard a set of footsteps run past his hiding spot and breathed a sigh of relief, he had lost him.

"I suggest you make sure not to leave a trail of blood, makes it harder for someone wanting to kill you to find you." A voice sarcastically spoke before the man felt a fist connect to the back to his head sending him face first into the ground with an audible grunt. "But that just makes my job a lot more simple." the strange man grinned as he kicked the man in the side, causing him to roll over to meet face to face with his attacker. "Names Russian, I am your hitman for today."

"Wait sir! Please! Why are you doing this!?" The man pleaded as he struggled to escape. "Oh I can tell you the full story, it started by my employer calling me up and offered me a bunch of credits for you to be killed. You see, they are worried that you might reveal a little secret you know, and you are known to be weak at heart when it comes to being put under pressure. They find it much less stressful for you to be eliminated, its as simple as that." Russian shrugged as she shook his head.

"Please! Spare me, I promise I won't---" The man tried to plead but was subsequently kicked in the gut before having the barrel of a large rifle pressed against his head. "Business is business, I couldn't care less if you have a family or loved ones you want to stay with. I don't care if you promise not to speak. Unless you are offering more money then they did then I'm afraid your life is coming to and end right here and now. Nothing personal, guy has to make a living somehow." With that, Russian pulled the trigger and a single silenced shot pierced the silence. "That takes care of that, now its time to give my employers a call." He then brushed aside his uniforms sleeve and began to talk to a blurred out figure, he was talking casually despite the fact that he killed someone. "Jobs finished, I will be talking the other half of my payment now. And I must say you mob types always offer a surprising amount of money, the only other jobs that pay this much are military groups." He chuckled.

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The sounds of feet running across the ground made James' ear twitch, and Snow pause for a second. Was probably someone in a hurry making a short cut. But...wait he smelt....blood? He blinked and his lip twitched, snapping his fingers, Snow dropped her playful mood and her ears went back, head also going down.

It was as the werewolf turned that he heard the gunshot, and his eyes widened. The last time he heard a gun that powerful, his family died in his arms. Turning he found the assailant talking on a phone. His lip twitched again and his canines grew sharper and longer, and his hands gripped into fists. He was conflicted; did he charge and kill the assailant; who looked like a soldier, or hunter of some sort; that boiled his blood.

He HATED hunters. The urge to tear the man apart with his bare hands was growing faster than normal. Sensing the anger rising in her master, Snow's hackles raised and she snarled and barked viciously at the man calling himself "Russian." At an equally savage snarl from James, she stopped after barking twice more, curling around the back of her Master's legs and staying low, growling softly, hackles raised high.

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As Russian closed covered the device on his arm, he had hear the sounds of barking which got his attention. Looking where the sound came from he noticed a man and his dog who did not seemed please knowing that he had appeared to have killed a man. "Well looks like I attracted some unwanted attention, but I have nothing against you so you don't need to worry about me having to shoot you here and now. Names Russian, the best mercenary and soldier to ever live." He laughed as he turned around to leave, not taking another glance in his direction.

"Now I got a ship to catch, some money to grab and then I'm off to finish my job. You probably will never see me again but I don't really care, so you and your dog can growl all you want just just know if you try something I wont think twice about taking you out like I did to that person on the ground...huh...already forgot the guys name, guess I don't have to worry about him but now I have to find out where his relatives are...they also put a bounty on their heads, not as much as that dead guy but a little extra money never hurt. Anyways enough talking for me, I got more targets to take out so you have fun now." He soon began to walk away while waving back at the man.

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James was mere feet away now; having moved quickly with one extremely fast lunge. "That's all they are; targets? People like you disgust me. Hunting and killing people for sport. You're all alike; no matter your quarry, who payed you, how much you're being payed, your reason, whatever. All a-fucking-like."

He sighed and turned, shaking his head. "People like you are what killed my family; and continuously try to kill me....." He sighed again, whilst Snow stayed a distance away by a tree, growling, low to the ground and out of the way.

"Tell me....how much would the head of someone like me....go for on your particular market...I'm curious as to why hunter's even bother..."

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Upon hearing the mans voice which was much closer, instinctively Russian turned around giving him a glare. "And I should care why? I could care less if you think I disgust you, and I could care even less if your family was killed by hunters. None of this matters to me, its like you want me to feel bad about what I do and trust me, thousands of others have the said the same thing and tried to kill me to get me to stop killing people. You can tell what happened to them all since I am still alive." He laughed as he was now getting irritated by this man.

"You want to know much much your head is worth? Maybe you would go for...a thousand credits? Maybe more maybe less. I don't know, but right now you are getting on my nerves and that dog is also getting irritating with all the growling. So it would be in your best interest to turn around and leave or else I will find out how much your head is actually worth. So don't test me because right now I can tell you are testing me." He motioned at the rifle still in his hands.

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"A thousand? Huh....no wonder they keep sending dickless little shits to kill me." he yawned, snapping his fingers as he began to walk past the man, bumping his shoulder intentionally. Snow bolted off in the distance, making the long way around to meet up with James towards the exit, since he was headed that way.

"Course...then again, what kind of person hunts others for money? Guess you're all the same." he sighed, hands in his pockets as his head gently bowed, walking slowly; boots thumping on the ground. Whether the taunting was meant to make Russian make the first move, or it was just due to the extreme amount of hate was hard to tell. It was likely that both fueled the taunting, and perhaps curiosity as to what would happen.

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As the man walked past Russian, he couldn't help but slightly raise his rifle. "You know, I can tell when someone really wants to fight. And you are really asking for a fight." He knew that the man in front of him was confident about his skills, he was fast he would give him that but when it came to having a fight, he was not about to let a opportunity like this slide. He tapped on one of the floating icons on his arm, he was not much of playing fair but for now he was going to be the one to start this fight.

Now pointing his rifle at the man, he took a shot and backed away to clear the distance. If that man was fast he was going to have to be careful, no telling what he has under his sleeve, super strength? Mutations? Could even be a cyborg for all he cared. All he had to do was survive then he can easily teach him that he messed with the wrong guy.

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The shot rang out, the bullet landed, and a loud, canine-like yelp of pain echoed through the Gardens, followed by the twirling of his body from the force of the bullet. He hit the ground with a thud, and Snow let out a small, low howl out of sight in the distance. Blood splattered on the ground and there was wheezing from James' body.

Soon however there was coughing, and he stood up, the bullet falling to the ground, covered in blood. "That was my lung, you prick." he growled, tilting his head to either side, neck popping loudly. He turned and yawned, his canines coming into view now as his eyes hung half open.

Unbuttoning his jacket he tossed it to the side before lunging forward, his 6'3 body a blur as he moved, aiming to grab the barrel of the gun with one hand, and then attempt to slam a car-window shattering punch into Russian's face. What would follow next would be a flurry of moves, providing they hit. A punch to the jaw, jab to the solar plexus, low round-house to the knee, followed by a spinning-hook to the head. He moved twice as fast as any Human could, and hit four times as hard. Assuming that none of these worked, he would attempt to then initiate a grapple.

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Russian almost jumped when the shot actually hit the man, he had thought the guy was actually all bark and no bite. But of course the man soon stood back up with the bullet he had just used falling back to the ground. He then growled when he mentioned the shot hit his lung. "Oh cry me a river, if you can live from a shot like that then your lung will just be fine." he commented as he got ready for the mans attack.

The man soon lunged at him, almost like a blur but with his genetic enhancements and a millennium of fighting experience he could easily cope with the mans inhuman speed. The first move the man made was to grab his gun which he gave up rather reluctantly but in the end it would be useless in close quarters, next came a punch aimed at his face which he just moved his head out of the way all the while moving his feet so he kept having room to dodge. He soon avoided a punch to his jaw by moving his head, a jab by quickly moving backwards but with how fast it was it still connected but the force was minimized enough so it did not have enough to incapacitate him, quickly jumed into the air to dodge the roundhouse to the knee and finally ducked the roundhouse to his head which knocked the cap that was on his head. It took a lot just to keep up with him but close quarters was not his strong suit without any specialized help. But what was bad was when the man attempted his grapple, with all the dodging he was out of room to avoid the grapple, however he had a plan to avoid this move and he crouched and tried to tackle the mans legs. He just had to buy at least a minute so his delivery could arrive.

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James grunted as the tackle collided with his legs. But regardless he bent over and wrapped his arms around Russian's body, doing his best to kick his legs back, and out of the man's arms before he could get a solid grip on them. Should he be successful, he'd proceed to walk around to assume a back-mounted position, and then attempt a Lion-kill Choke, or Rear Naked Choke, as many called it.

However, should he find himself unable to kick his legs out, he'd begin to pummel on the man's back, aiming especially for his kidneys in particular; to make him release his legs; which were strong, and damn near unmoving for a regular man due to his deep stance, and inhuman strength to begin with. The thought of transforming and simply eating this man now crossed James' mind, but no, he'd not transformed in almost a few months....he intended to keep it that way.

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Russian collided with the man legs and tried his best to get a good grip so he could trip him, however the man did not initially fall over which he was trying to do and the man soon grabbed his body and began to kick his legs out. The force of the kicks were powerful, his legs were soon growing in pain as the man tried his best to kick them out. He did his best to hold against the onslaught but soon the man began to pummel his back, more importantly the area where his kidneys were located. He began to grunt from the onslaught and his grip was slipping, the blows felt like a stones slamming into his back but he had been through tough situations before, and he would never be alive if he died a long time ago if he gave up from a little bit of force.

Soon he heard the familiar sounds of something falling in the sky, one things was falling from the sky. His ace had just arrived and he smiled. "Looks like I just...gained an advantage." He suddenly let go of the mans legs and rolled backwards just as a single pod landed in the ground. He soon jumped into the pod but it did not open up.

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James hopped back as Russian released his legs, and landed in a fighting stance. He wasn't even panting; in fact he seemed quite calm. Blinking slowly he stared at the pod. His muscles flexed and bulged under the skin, visible due to his wearing a tank-top at the moment. Scars lined his arms from previous battles.

His stance deepened with a bend of his knees, and he opened his fists to make claws with his hands; he'd rely on a more physically demanding fighting style, one that kept an onslaught of attacks going for as long as he needed. With that he lunged forward again towards Russian, body blurring as he jumped, throwing a side-kick that could shatter a concrete wall easily towards his foe.

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As Russian got into the pod, he was soon getting into one of his custom made mech suits, the suit itself was just a few feet bigger than his own self. He was soon quickly inside his mech suit and a smile crossed his face. "This is me going easy on you..." As soon as the mans kick connected to the drop pod shattering the rather fragile metallic material, Russian responded by attempting to hit the man with a haymaker punch to his body. "This is me going easy!" He shouted as he was prepared to unleash his punch.