Magnus stood, completely unemotional, watching Zhu slam helplessly into the ground, one arm dangling limply at an awkward angle on the side of his body. He surveyed the rest in turn, a motley crew of misfit prisoners, each with entirely different personalities.
“Don’t tell me… that’s the best you can do?” Magnus asked flatly, his tired eyes glaring at them from above the puffy bags of pale skin.
Xenia launched herself at him, but he quickly utilized Alura’s teleportation ability to get behind the frontal assault and send a walloping kick to her side, downing the saiya-jin princess for the moment. The lizard woman attacked next, her typically white eyes flushing a deep red. Her talent of hand-to-hand combat displayed impressive efficiency, but her strength became her greatest weakness as Magnus simply copied it and amplified it with his knowledge of the game’s coding. Realizing it as futile, the reptilian heir prepared to teleport above him and launch a Masenko, landing safely with her Super Leaping. The green-eyed hacker didn’t even give her that chance as he beat her to the punch, his body dematerializing in the blink of an eye and reappearing to her rear, sending a brutal chop to the back of her neck, managing to penetrate even her armor-like blue scales with debilitating force. Alura crumpled, her efforts in vain.
Only Sage and Wolfgang remained, one uncertain as to her ability to combat with a man who could steal her unique powers of ice, and the other completely trembling with dreadful shaking. Sage protectively moved in front of the boy as he cowered behind her, knowing somewhat intrinsically that she was the adult in the situation, and the only people who could protect her had already been miserably disabled. Magnus walked towards them ominously, the folds of his dark trenchcoat flapping noisily. Having no other means of offense or defense at her disposal, the hybrid summoned moisture from the air around her, donning a set of icy claws on one hand and tensing her hand tightly.
Magnus almost lazily waved an arm, and a railroad of ice spikes burst from the ground, trailing towards her at an alarming rate. Before she could properly react, a thick chunk of ice coated her entire lower body from the naval down, immobilizing her legs. It was… cold. Very, very cold. Rarely had the cryomancer been privy to the sensation. The hacker walked calmly by her as she struggled to break free, and grabbed Wolfgang by his brown T-shirt, dragging him out of her reach.
“D-don’t!” the blue-haired girl cried out.
Tears of fear streamed down Wolfgang’s face as he clumsily struggled against the muscular man’s grip. Magnus lifted him up wordlessly, the boy thrashing around. He cocked his head, almost curiously, his features covered in cold sweat. With his free hand, Magnus palmed the eleven-year-old’s head and obscured his face, almost as if it were simply a basketball. Wolfgang screamed out, his cries muffled by the hacker’s hand. Remorselessly, Magnus squeezed, crushing the child’s cranium like a grape before finally jerking it to one side, eliciting an audible snapping of spinal cord. Wolfgang’s body went limp, and Magnus dropped him without a word, a broken rag doll.
“Reprehensible!” Xenia growled, drawing herself up. She leveled her chin proudly and authoritatively with her shoulders squared, a typical royal posture. “Try that on me and see how far you get!”
Magnus slighted his body to the side, holding out one arm and charging up an energy blast. Xenia wasn’t going to try the same tactic twice, and took a page out of the hacker’s book as she orbed behind him, her psychokinesis charging up completely unconsciously as she prepared to throw him as he had done to them. Somehow, though, the hacker just didn’t play fair. He reacted with supernatural speed, surprising her with the same ice attack he had used to capture Sage, and Xenia’s surprise at the ridiculously quick defensive momentarily disrupted her attack. Magnus turned around, his bolt completely charged.
“Nice trick,” he said emotionlessly.
Xenia had no means to block as the spray of ki hit her directly, blowing her backwards and taking her out of the fight for keeps. Another of the bedraggled prisoners decided to use this time to make his stand.
“First I… get to be a girl in some crazy play… and the next I get to be a prison bitch… great,” Zhu grumbled, his voice strained. He stumbled to his feet, able-bodied hand gripping his paralyzed shoulder. Magnus looked at him, deciding to take the blond’s technique for a test drive. Zhu’s body glowed, and his Foresight gave him a glimpse of the next couple of seconds… and they would not be pleasant. “Just… give me a break… for once…” the drug dealer groaned. His battered figure lifted up into the air and slammed back onto the ground a couple of times, as if controlled by invisible strings, until he lay motionlessly, unconsciousness stealing away his bold and brave resistance.
Magnus looked around, seeing his victims strewn about the floor. He casually walked his big boots over to Alura, lying on the ground. She was about an inch taller than him, so he refrained from lifting her up as he did the boy. He placed a large foot atop her unconscious head, considering grinding it into the dust or breaking her neck. What would be the best possible demise for one so stubborn? Not a trace of emotion crossed his perspiring visage as he decidedly removed his foot, sparing the reptilian woman for the moment. One life had already been taken, and that was enough. He twisted his head around, beholding Sage, the only one still conscious from the ordeal. The hacker changed course, ominously strolling towards her.
“Y-you…!” she growled, a quiet fury burning within, blinding her capabilities of comprehensive speech.
Magnus raised his right hand, drawing it diagonally over his left shoulder, poising it steady for just a moment. Sage did not miss the gesture, but she tried to defend herself anyway. The hacker caught the wrist that held her claws, and a steely coating of ice formed along his right hand, as if coating it in an armored gauntlet.
“You. Lose.”
With unrelenting force, he swung his hand, the back slapping her across the temple and knocking her out.
“Don’t tell me… that’s the best you can do?” Magnus asked flatly, his tired eyes glaring at them from above the puffy bags of pale skin.
Xenia launched herself at him, but he quickly utilized Alura’s teleportation ability to get behind the frontal assault and send a walloping kick to her side, downing the saiya-jin princess for the moment. The lizard woman attacked next, her typically white eyes flushing a deep red. Her talent of hand-to-hand combat displayed impressive efficiency, but her strength became her greatest weakness as Magnus simply copied it and amplified it with his knowledge of the game’s coding. Realizing it as futile, the reptilian heir prepared to teleport above him and launch a Masenko, landing safely with her Super Leaping. The green-eyed hacker didn’t even give her that chance as he beat her to the punch, his body dematerializing in the blink of an eye and reappearing to her rear, sending a brutal chop to the back of her neck, managing to penetrate even her armor-like blue scales with debilitating force. Alura crumpled, her efforts in vain.
Only Sage and Wolfgang remained, one uncertain as to her ability to combat with a man who could steal her unique powers of ice, and the other completely trembling with dreadful shaking. Sage protectively moved in front of the boy as he cowered behind her, knowing somewhat intrinsically that she was the adult in the situation, and the only people who could protect her had already been miserably disabled. Magnus walked towards them ominously, the folds of his dark trenchcoat flapping noisily. Having no other means of offense or defense at her disposal, the hybrid summoned moisture from the air around her, donning a set of icy claws on one hand and tensing her hand tightly.
Magnus almost lazily waved an arm, and a railroad of ice spikes burst from the ground, trailing towards her at an alarming rate. Before she could properly react, a thick chunk of ice coated her entire lower body from the naval down, immobilizing her legs. It was… cold. Very, very cold. Rarely had the cryomancer been privy to the sensation. The hacker walked calmly by her as she struggled to break free, and grabbed Wolfgang by his brown T-shirt, dragging him out of her reach.
“D-don’t!” the blue-haired girl cried out.
Tears of fear streamed down Wolfgang’s face as he clumsily struggled against the muscular man’s grip. Magnus lifted him up wordlessly, the boy thrashing around. He cocked his head, almost curiously, his features covered in cold sweat. With his free hand, Magnus palmed the eleven-year-old’s head and obscured his face, almost as if it were simply a basketball. Wolfgang screamed out, his cries muffled by the hacker’s hand. Remorselessly, Magnus squeezed, crushing the child’s cranium like a grape before finally jerking it to one side, eliciting an audible snapping of spinal cord. Wolfgang’s body went limp, and Magnus dropped him without a word, a broken rag doll.
“Reprehensible!” Xenia growled, drawing herself up. She leveled her chin proudly and authoritatively with her shoulders squared, a typical royal posture. “Try that on me and see how far you get!”
Magnus slighted his body to the side, holding out one arm and charging up an energy blast. Xenia wasn’t going to try the same tactic twice, and took a page out of the hacker’s book as she orbed behind him, her psychokinesis charging up completely unconsciously as she prepared to throw him as he had done to them. Somehow, though, the hacker just didn’t play fair. He reacted with supernatural speed, surprising her with the same ice attack he had used to capture Sage, and Xenia’s surprise at the ridiculously quick defensive momentarily disrupted her attack. Magnus turned around, his bolt completely charged.
“Nice trick,” he said emotionlessly.
Xenia had no means to block as the spray of ki hit her directly, blowing her backwards and taking her out of the fight for keeps. Another of the bedraggled prisoners decided to use this time to make his stand.
“First I… get to be a girl in some crazy play… and the next I get to be a prison bitch… great,” Zhu grumbled, his voice strained. He stumbled to his feet, able-bodied hand gripping his paralyzed shoulder. Magnus looked at him, deciding to take the blond’s technique for a test drive. Zhu’s body glowed, and his Foresight gave him a glimpse of the next couple of seconds… and they would not be pleasant. “Just… give me a break… for once…” the drug dealer groaned. His battered figure lifted up into the air and slammed back onto the ground a couple of times, as if controlled by invisible strings, until he lay motionlessly, unconsciousness stealing away his bold and brave resistance.
Magnus looked around, seeing his victims strewn about the floor. He casually walked his big boots over to Alura, lying on the ground. She was about an inch taller than him, so he refrained from lifting her up as he did the boy. He placed a large foot atop her unconscious head, considering grinding it into the dust or breaking her neck. What would be the best possible demise for one so stubborn? Not a trace of emotion crossed his perspiring visage as he decidedly removed his foot, sparing the reptilian woman for the moment. One life had already been taken, and that was enough. He twisted his head around, beholding Sage, the only one still conscious from the ordeal. The hacker changed course, ominously strolling towards her.
“Y-you…!” she growled, a quiet fury burning within, blinding her capabilities of comprehensive speech.
Magnus raised his right hand, drawing it diagonally over his left shoulder, poising it steady for just a moment. Sage did not miss the gesture, but she tried to defend herself anyway. The hacker caught the wrist that held her claws, and a steely coating of ice formed along his right hand, as if coating it in an armored gauntlet.
“You. Lose.”
With unrelenting force, he swung his hand, the back slapping her across the temple and knocking her out.
Quote:Wolfgang is dead.
The rest are still alive. You're not in the game, so you don't rank, or get monies.