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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Oct 1, 2020 23:39:38 GMT
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Oct 2, 2020 1:08:38 GMT
 A super huge THANK YOU man! This is going to be awesome!  |
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Oct 2, 2020 4:54:47 GMT
 From the outside the house looked like something out of a dream. It was so incredibly beautiful. The very picture of luxury. Until just a few minutes ago the Chambers family had been using it to its fullest. They were hosting a massive party for their friends and neighbors around Diamond Boulevard. Everyone who was everyone was there. They had music, drinks, dancing and more than enough food for everyone. It was one of the biggest parties Serenity City had ever seen. It had just gotten into full swing when the party crashers showed up to ruin everything. They called themselves The Nightmare Knights. Originally they were a small time gang that sprang up a few years after Serenity's tragic passing. They briefly rose to prominence before being squashed back down by the police. But in the last three years they'd suddenly exploded in population and power. It wasn't known for sure who was funding them but they'd been spreading like wildfire with the police being the only thing holding them at bay. They swarmed the Chambers residence out of nowhere and swiftly took everyone inside hostage. The majority of the gang were inside of the house keeping everyone in the same room together while they ransacked the house. Any valuables they found were bagged with the money and phones they stole from the civilians and from around the house. While the majority of the Diamond Boulevard Assault Squad were pinning down the house party the rest of them were breaking into the currently empty houses and ransacking them for anything worth stealing. "Easy as pie didn't I tell you?" Nightmare Knight #1 asked his companions with a laugh. "Even easier than we expected!" Nightmare Knight #27 laughed while bagging the credit cards. "I tell ya man. A few more hits like this and we'll be set for life." N.K. #15, who was in fact a woman beneath the leather and body armor, commented while she relaxed in an armchair. "I would like to thank everyone of you for being so, so cooperative during all of this." N.K. #13 informed the party goers while keeping his standard weapon, an AKS-74U ( purpose-built weapon based on the AK-74 assault rifle. Its distinguishing features are its unique muzzle flash suppressor (designed to lower the considerable report and flash stemming from the short barrel, including an integral muzzle booster to increase the weapon's reliability), the short handguard, big-eared flip rear sight, lowered front sight, and pivoting upper receiver. AKS-74U clones, collectively named Krinkov (a name never used by Russians themselves) may differ visually in details like front sight and handguard length and shape, together with differences in construction. No converted AK-74 can be rightfully called an AKS-74U.), pointed at them. "It's always easier to do this when we don't have to shoot anyone, you know? Rest assured, we'll be out of your hair in just a few more minutes once we get the signal that our men are finished with their treasure hunts." "Don't bother contacting the police, not that you can of course, but, hey, you know what I mean right?" N.K. #14 told the party goers while she bagged their laptops. N.K. #12 meanwhile was still sticking by the window. "....Can we hurry this up already? The sooner we get out of here the better." "Quit being such a damn pussy twelve." N.M. #16 chided him. "Serenity's been dead for years and nobody's seen her sidekick since The Cataclysm. The police don't know we're here either. So just shut up, relax, and quit being a scaredy cat. We're almost done anyway." "What about him? Stronghold? Or The Psychic Girl? Don't get me started on her." "Seriously man?" "Seriously! Remember what happened to The Bulldog Soldiers and The Violet Devil Squad." "Those assholes don't even remotely compare to us." "Besides, even if they do show up, we've got a few surprises for them." N.K. #1 informed them. "We'll be fine." A few more minutes passed and they all slowly filed out of the houses. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we bid adieu and goodbye. Thank you for being such gracious hosts this evening. Really, you've been wonderful." N.K. #1 taunted them and walked out to join his men. A masked hero watched the proceedings from his perch on a tree while quietly talking to a friend on his cell phone. "Hey man. Looks like you were right on the money. There's gotta be dozens of them." "What about the people? Is everyone okay?" His friend asked him. "I...think so. I didn't hear any gunfire. Yeah it looks like nobody's been hurt. They're just loading stuff into the vans right now. They look armored." "Do you think you can take them?" "I'll be fine Hank. I can handle a couple of bullets." "A couple but you just said there's dozens of them?" "Maybe a few dozen. Two at least.....yeah I can't fight here. Alright. I've got their cars bugged with the tracers. I'm going to follow them back to their evil lair and take them all out there." "Are you going to be okay, bro?" "You can just relax, Mission Control. I'm Stronghold. I've got this."  |
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Oct 2, 2020 19:37:56 GMT
From the outside the house looked like something out of a dream. It was so incredibly beautiful. The very picture of luxury. Until just a few minutes ago the Chambers family had been using it to its fullest. They were hosting a massive party for their friends and neighbors around Diamond Boulevard. Everyone who was everyone was there. They had music, drinks, dancing and more than enough food for everyone. It was one of the biggest parties Serenity City had ever seen. It had just gotten into full swing when the party crashers showed up to ruin everything. They called themselves The Nightmare Knights. Originally they were a small time gang that sprang up a few years after Serenity's tragic passing. They briefly rose to prominence before being squashed back down by the police. But in the last three years they'd suddenly exploded in population and power. It wasn't known for sure who was funding them but they'd been spreading like wildfire with the police being the only thing holding them at bay. They swarmed the Chambers residence out of nowhere and swiftly took everyone inside hostage. The majority of the gang were inside of the house keeping everyone in the same room together while they ransacked the house. Any valuables they found were bagged with the money and phones they stole from the civilians and from around the house. While the majority of the Diamond Boulevard Assault Squad were pinning down the house party the rest of them were breaking into the currently empty houses and ransacking them for anything worth stealing. "Easy as pie didn't I tell you?" Nightmare Knight #1 asked his companions with a laugh. "Even easier than we expected!" Nightmare Knight #27 laughed while bagging the credit cards. "I tell ya man. A few more hits like this and we'll be set for life." N.K. #15, who was in fact a woman beneath the leather and body armor, commented while she relaxed in an armchair. "I would like to thank everyone of you for being so, so cooperative during all of this." N.K. #13 informed the party goers while keeping his standard weapon, an AKS-74U ( purpose-built weapon based on the AK-74 assault rifle. Its distinguishing features are its unique muzzle flash suppressor (designed to lower the considerable report and flash stemming from the short barrel, including an integral muzzle booster to increase the weapon's reliability), the short handguard, big-eared flip rear sight, lowered front sight, and pivoting upper receiver. AKS-74U clones, collectively named Krinkov (a name never used by Russians themselves) may differ visually in details like front sight and handguard length and shape, together with differences in construction. No converted AK-74 can be rightfully called an AKS-74U.), pointed at them. "It's always easier to do this when we don't have to shoot anyone, you know? Rest assured, we'll be out of your hair in just a few more minutes once we get the signal that our men are finished with their treasure hunts." "Don't bother contacting the police, not that you can of course, but, hey, you know what I mean right?" N.K. #14 told the party goers while she bagged their laptops. N.K. #12 meanwhile was still sticking by the window. "....Can we hurry this up already? The sooner we get out of here the better." "Quit being such a damn pussy twelve." N.M. #16 chided him. "Serenity's been dead for years and nobody's seen her sidekick since The Cataclysm. The police don't know we're here either. So just shut up, relax, and quit being a scaredy cat. We're almost done anyway." "What about him? Stronghold? Or The Psychic Girl? Don't get me started on her." "Seriously man?" "Seriously! Remember what happened to The Bulldog Soldiers and The Violet Devil Squad." "Those assholes don't even remotely compare to us." "Besides, even if they do show up, we've got a few surprises for them." N.K. #1 informed them. "We'll be fine." A few more minutes passed and they all slowly filed out of the houses. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we bid adieu and goodbye. Thank you for being such gracious hosts this evening. Really, you've been wonderful." N.K. #1 taunted them and walked out to join his men. A masked hero watched the proceedings from his perch on a tree while quietly talking to a friend on his cell phone. "Hey man. Looks like you were right on the money. There's gotta be dozens of them." "What about the people? Is everyone okay?" His friend asked him. "I...think so. I didn't hear any gunfire. Yeah it looks like nobody's been hurt. They're just loading stuff into the vans right now. They look armored." "Do you think you can take them?" "I'll be fine Hank. I can handle a couple of bullets." "A couple but you just said there's dozens of them?" "Maybe a few dozen. Two at least.....yeah I can't fight here. Alright. I've got their cars bugged with the tracers. I'm going to follow them back to their evil lair and take them all out there." "Are you going to be okay, bro?" "You can just relax, Mission Control. I'm Stronghold. I've got this." "Whooo! Easy as hell didn't I tell you?" The leader laughed while taking out his mask and relaxing in his seat. The uniforms of the Knights were split into two categories both para-military-esque. Black and grey leather mixed with some kevlar and body armor strapped to them, gloves and boots, face concealing masks, armored facemasks, visors, ammo belts and ammunition strapped to them along with guns and knives. "And you guys were so worried about the Supe freak! I'm telling you, we'll be fine. Just keep an eye out for anyone who looks suspicious. If the freaks show up, we'll light them up. Stronghold might be tough but the ammo we're packing can go right through him. Ultra Girl might be powerful but she isn't faster than bullets and we've got a fuckload of those." "Hell yeah we do. Let them come at us! We'll blow them away! We'll kill them both!" "Please don't jinx it for us." "Quit being such a bitch, man. We're golden." Stronghold continued following them from a safe distance. His dark blue costume letting him blend into the night easily enough so long as he kept to the shadows. Thanks to the device in his wrist gauntlets he could follow their tracking devices around the city. Once they'd made it out of the suburbs he was able to jump up to the top of a building and he started rooftop hopping, traversing the city by jumping from roof to roof. Keepin gout of sight and keeping an eye on the trucks. The city was a vast, intricate, labyrinth of noisy, streets and alleys. Millions of lights caused the dense mass of skyscrapers glitter. People were needle points and cars were blood cells flowing through the veins of the city. Despite the time, the hustle and bustle never came to a halt. The city's residents were off for a movie or to chill out in a smoky jazz bar downtown. Musicians play exotic pipes and foreign harps, creating a majestic, albeit merry atmosphere. Tantalizing scents waft through the breeze. The ground below him was alive with lights, like someone had taken a handful of glitter and thrown it as far as the eye could see. It never ceased to amaze him to see how beautiful Serenity was. Stronghold continued following them around the city through the twists and turns and winding paths they made through the streets. Some of them seeming flat out nonsensical and actually deviating from what appeared to be their designated path in an obvious attempt to cover their tracks. Stronghold supposed it would throw off an attempt at tailing them normally but thanks to the tracking devices planted on their cars he could follow them regardless until they arrived at an old Prime Co. Maintenance Warehouse by the Upper East New Gardens Port in the Industrial District. "Gotcha." He grinned as the trucks pulled up to park their trucks and step out to unpack whatever they'd grabbed. He hid in the shadows again and pressed two fingers to his right ear. "Stronghold to Mission Control. I've found their hideout. 2108 Lena Lane Upper East New Gardens Port. The old Prime Co. Maintenance Warehouse. Drop a line to the SCPD. I'm going in." "Alright but be careful okay? You're going to be heavily outnumbered in there." "Oh don't worry about me. I've been looking forward to this for awhile." Stronghold waited for a few minutes after they'd gone inside to be sure they'd be caught off guard then he strolled up to the warehouse shutter door and pulled it up, easily overpowering the mechanisms keeping it closed as he forced it up enough to slip under it and he closed it behind him. Stronghold strolled down the hallway leading to the inside where he saw a pair of guards hanging out and he suddenly sprung towards them, throwing himself over the fifteen foot distance behind them quickly, grabbing them and slamming them both to the floor. After this he took their handguns and crushed them in his hands before standing up and continuing down the hallway and turning at the end and walking towards the next door where it turned out there four guys standing guard there. "Hey guys! How's your health plan?" He joked. The guards were startled for a moment before they raised their guns at him. "What the hell? Who the hell is he?!" "O-Oh my God...Oh God...it's HIM! Th-that's Stronghold!" "WHAT?! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" "Hey. How are you doing? Nice to meet a fan." "Oh shit! He's huge!" "Wh-what do we do?" "SHOOT HIM YOU IDIOTS!" They raised their guns, trained them on him and were about to pull the trigger but by that time Stronghold was already crouching down with one hand raised up into the air. He clenched his fist and slammed his punch down into the floor of the warehouse so hard he made it rumble and shake! His fist broke through the floor and a series of cracks spread out from the impact while the shockwave resulting from the punch spread out around him and washed over the four thugs and sent them flying backwards into the wall behind them! The hit hit hard and then dropped down to the floor groaning and writhing in pain. He stood back up and walked over to them and took them down one by one. The Nightmare Knights were celebrating another successful night of larceny in Serenity City when they felt the warehouse shake around them and heard a booming noise like a thunderclap had just raged through the warehouse! "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" "Are we under attack?" "Did a bomb just go off?" "Is it the cops?" They got their answer when the door was kicked off of its hinges and a musclebound young man walked into the warehouse wearing a dark blue chainmail print bodysuit with similarly patterned bright blue gloves and boots walked into the room. His mask was the same texture and covered everything except his eyes. There was a wide upside down dark blue triangle on his chest with a bright blue color filling the middle and a fortress stronghold symbol in the middle of it. There was a tech looking dark blue belt around his waste with bright blue lights on either side of it. "What the hell?" "Gentlemen. You are all officially under arrest. Now we can do this one of two ways." Stronghold announced to them. "You can lay down your weapons and surrender while we wait for the police to show up or option two." Everyone in the warehouse floor pointed their guns at him. "Option two it is." He laughed and sprung into the air over the staircase and flung himself into battle. |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Oct 3, 2020 6:35:54 GMT
Oh man it’s great to see the series back! With Matt kicking ass and taking names!
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Oct 3, 2020 19:29:03 GMT
Oh man it’s great to see the series back! With Matt kicking ass and taking names! Like an absolute boss! |
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Oct 8, 2020 2:05:28 GMT
From the outside the house looked like something out of a dream. It was so incredibly beautiful. The very picture of luxury. Until just a few minutes ago the Chambers family had been using it to its fullest. They were hosting a massive party for their friends and neighbors around Diamond Boulevard. Everyone who was everyone was there. They had music, drinks, dancing and more than enough food for everyone. It was one of the biggest parties Serenity City had ever seen. It had just gotten into full swing when the party crashers showed up to ruin everything. They called themselves The Nightmare Knights. Originally they were a small time gang that sprang up a few years after Serenity's tragic passing. They briefly rose to prominence before being squashed back down by the police. But in the last three years they'd suddenly exploded in population and power. It wasn't known for sure who was funding them but they'd been spreading like wildfire with the police being the only thing holding them at bay. They swarmed the Chambers residence out of nowhere and swiftly took everyone inside hostage. The majority of the gang were inside of the house keeping everyone in the same room together while they ransacked the house. Any valuables they found were bagged with the money and phones they stole from the civilians and from around the house. While the majority of the Diamond Boulevard Assault Squad were pinning down the house party the rest of them were breaking into the currently empty houses and ransacking them for anything worth stealing. "Easy as pie didn't I tell you?" Nightmare Knight #1 asked his companions with a laugh. "Even easier than we expected!" Nightmare Knight #27 laughed while bagging the credit cards. "I tell ya man. A few more hits like this and we'll be set for life." N.K. #15, who was in fact a woman beneath the leather and body armor, commented while she relaxed in an armchair. "I would like to thank everyone of you for being so, so cooperative during all of this." N.K. #13 informed the party goers while keeping his standard weapon, an AKS-74U ( purpose-built weapon based on the AK-74 assault rifle. Its distinguishing features are its unique muzzle flash suppressor (designed to lower the considerable report and flash stemming from the short barrel, including an integral muzzle booster to increase the weapon's reliability), the short handguard, big-eared flip rear sight, lowered front sight, and pivoting upper receiver. AKS-74U clones, collectively named Krinkov (a name never used by Russians themselves) may differ visually in details like front sight and handguard length and shape, together with differences in construction. No converted AK-74 can be rightfully called an AKS-74U.), pointed at them. "It's always easier to do this when we don't have to shoot anyone, you know? Rest assured, we'll be out of your hair in just a few more minutes once we get the signal that our men are finished with their treasure hunts." "Don't bother contacting the police, not that you can of course, but, hey, you know what I mean right?" N.K. #14 told the party goers while she bagged their laptops. N.K. #12 meanwhile was still sticking by the window. "....Can we hurry this up already? The sooner we get out of here the better." "Quit being such a damn pussy twelve." N.M. #16 chided him. "Serenity's been dead for years and nobody's seen her sidekick since The Cataclysm. The police don't know we're here either. So just shut up, relax, and quit being a scaredy cat. We're almost done anyway." "What about him? Stronghold? Or The Psychic Girl? Don't get me started on her." "Seriously man?" "Seriously! Remember what happened to The Bulldog Soldiers and The Violet Devil Squad." "Those assholes don't even remotely compare to us." "Besides, even if they do show up, we've got a few surprises for them." N.K. #1 informed them. "We'll be fine." A few more minutes passed and they all slowly filed out of the houses. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we bid adieu and goodbye. Thank you for being such gracious hosts this evening. Really, you've been wonderful." N.K. #1 taunted them and walked out to join his men. A masked hero watched the proceedings from his perch on a tree while quietly talking to a friend on his cell phone. "Hey man. Looks like you were right on the money. There's gotta be dozens of them." "What about the people? Is everyone okay?" His friend asked him. "I...think so. I didn't hear any gunfire. Yeah it looks like nobody's been hurt. They're just loading stuff into the vans right now. They look armored." "Do you think you can take them?" "I'll be fine Hank. I can handle a couple of bullets." "A couple but you just said there's dozens of them?" "Maybe a few dozen. Two at least.....yeah I can't fight here. Alright. I've got their cars bugged with the tracers. I'm going to follow them back to their evil lair and take them all out there." "Are you going to be okay, bro?" "You can just relax, Mission Control. I'm Stronghold. I've got this." "Whooo! Easy as hell didn't I tell you?" The leader laughed while taking out his mask and relaxing in his seat. The uniforms of the Knights were split into two categories both para-military-esque. Black and grey leather mixed with some kevlar and body armor strapped to them, gloves and boots, face concealing masks, armored facemasks, visors, ammo belts and ammunition strapped to them along with guns and knives. "And you guys were so worried about the Supe freak! I'm telling you, we'll be fine. Just keep an eye out for anyone who looks suspicious. If the freaks show up, we'll light them up. Stronghold might be tough but the ammo we're packing can go right through him. Ultra Girl might be powerful but she isn't faster than bullets and we've got a fuckload of those." "Hell yeah we do. Let them come at us! We'll blow them away! We'll kill them both!" "Please don't jinx it for us." "Quit being such a bitch, man. We're golden." Stronghold continued following them from a safe distance. His dark blue costume letting him blend into the night easily enough so long as he kept to the shadows. Thanks to the device in his wrist gauntlets he could follow their tracking devices around the city. Once they'd made it out of the suburbs he was able to jump up to the top of a building and he started rooftop hopping, traversing the city by jumping from roof to roof. Keepin gout of sight and keeping an eye on the trucks. The city was a vast, intricate, labyrinth of noisy, streets and alleys. Millions of lights caused the dense mass of skyscrapers glitter. People were needle points and cars were blood cells flowing through the veins of the city. Despite the time, the hustle and bustle never came to a halt. The city's residents were off for a movie or to chill out in a smoky jazz bar downtown. Musicians play exotic pipes and foreign harps, creating a majestic, albeit merry atmosphere. Tantalizing scents waft through the breeze. The ground below him was alive with lights, like someone had taken a handful of glitter and thrown it as far as the eye could see. It never ceased to amaze him to see how beautiful Serenity was. Stronghold continued following them around the city through the twists and turns and winding paths they made through the streets. Some of them seeming flat out nonsensical and actually deviating from what appeared to be their designated path in an obvious attempt to cover their tracks. Stronghold supposed it would throw off an attempt at tailing them normally but thanks to the tracking devices planted on their cars he could follow them regardless until they arrived at an old Prime Co. Maintenance Warehouse by the Upper East New Gardens Port in the Industrial District. "Gotcha." He grinned as the trucks pulled up to park their trucks and step out to unpack whatever they'd grabbed. He hid in the shadows again and pressed two fingers to his right ear. "Stronghold to Mission Control. I've found their hideout. 2108 Lena Lane Upper East New Gardens Port. The old Prime Co. Maintenance Warehouse. Drop a line to the SCPD. I'm going in." "Alright but be careful okay? You're going to be heavily outnumbered in there." "Oh don't worry about me. I've been looking forward to this for awhile." Stronghold waited for a few minutes after they'd gone inside to be sure they'd be caught off guard then he strolled up to the warehouse shutter door and pulled it up, easily overpowering the mechanisms keeping it closed as he forced it up enough to slip under it and he closed it behind him. Stronghold strolled down the hallway leading to the inside where he saw a pair of guards hanging out and he suddenly sprung towards them, throwing himself over the fifteen foot distance behind them quickly, grabbing them and slamming them both to the floor. After this he took their handguns and crushed them in his hands before standing up and continuing down the hallway and turning at the end and walking towards the next door where it turned out there four guys standing guard there. "Hey guys! How's your health plan?" He joked. The guards were startled for a moment before they raised their guns at him. "What the hell? Who the hell is he?!" "O-Oh my God...Oh God...it's HIM! Th-that's Stronghold!" "WHAT?! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" "Hey. How are you doing? Nice to meet a fan." "Oh shit! He's huge!" "Wh-what do we do?" "SHOOT HIM YOU IDIOTS!" They raised their guns, trained them on him and were about to pull the trigger but by that time Stronghold was already crouching down with one hand raised up into the air. He clenched his fist and slammed his punch down into the floor of the warehouse so hard he made it rumble and shake! His fist broke through the floor and a series of cracks spread out from the impact while the shockwave resulting from the punch spread out around him and washed over the four thugs and sent them flying backwards into the wall behind them! The hit hit hard and then dropped down to the floor groaning and writhing in pain. He stood back up and walked over to them and took them down one by one. The Nightmare Knights were celebrating another successful night of larceny in Serenity City when they felt the warehouse shake around them and heard a booming noise like a thunderclap had just raged through the warehouse! "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" "Are we under attack?" "Did a bomb just go off?" "Is it the cops?" They got their answer when the door was kicked off of its hinges and a musclebound young man walked into the warehouse wearing a dark blue chainmail print bodysuit with similarly patterned bright blue gloves and boots walked into the room. His mask was the same texture and covered everything except his eyes. There was a wide upside down dark blue triangle on his chest with a bright blue color filling the middle and a fortress stronghold symbol in the middle of it. There was a tech looking dark blue belt around his waste with bright blue lights on either side of it. "What the hell?" "Gentlemen. You are all officially under arrest. Now we can do this one of two ways." Stronghold announced to them. "You can lay down your weapons and surrender while we wait for the police to show up or option two." Everyone in the warehouse floor pointed their guns at him. "Option two it is." He laughed and sprung into the air over the staircase and flung himself into battle. The hailstorm of bullets all found their mark but they ricocheted off of him, spraying around the room and forcing them to take cover around it while the superhero landed on the floor and smashed his hand down on it. The resulting shockwave resulting from the impact trashed the room. The thugs were scattered around the room, their guns were tossed from their grips and the tables and the objects on them were sent flying around the room with their contents scattered everywhere. "BOOM, Baby!" He stood back up and dusted off his hands. "Well? You guys want to surrender now? You still can if you want!" "Owwww...." "Unnnggghh..." "Urrrgghhh..." "Ouch." "H-hey...guys? Anybody...still awake?" "I-I'm here." "Can you guys still fight?" "Yeah, yeah we can." "Hoooly shit he's strong!" "Guess he really is real." "Screw it. Bring out the super bullets. Now. Everybody. Switch them out!" "Super what now?" (Wait a second! The SCPD! On the news, they said that these guys had some kind of new firepower. High-tech bullets they said.) He looked down at the bullets littering the floor. (These were armor-piercing. Not something I have to worry about. So then, how dangerous could these super bullets be?) "Better not wait to find out!" He jumped across the room and landed behind a small group of the thugs. He quickly knocked out each of them with one hit each before kicking up a table, spinning it around and tossing it at another group of them and knocked them down, then he jumped over to another table and kicked it into the air and palm struck it forward to knock down another few of the thugs. The impact knocked them backward. Behind him however, the others were getting to their feet and swapping out the ammunition! One of them tossed away the magazine from his magnum and swapped in another one and reloaded. He smirked and stepped forward. "Heads Off, HERO!" "Don't you mean heads-" *BLAM!!*
The .357 IMI Desert Eagle released fire and smoke and the bullet crossed the distance between them at five hundred twenty meters per second! Or one thousand, one hundred sixty three point two thousand sixty nine miles per hour. Quite a bit faster than he could dodge. The bullet crashed into his chest and released a drilling laser briefly before exploding against him in an energy flash. Stronghold felt like he'd been hit with a burning drilling punch that hammered into him at one point fifty-three times the speed of sound! APDBLTIB's. Armor Piercing Drill Bit Laser Tipped Incendiary Bullets. They were brilliantly designed. The bullets drilled into their targets, boring holes right through them while being launched at the targets at high speeds. The laser tips would ensure that the bullets would tear through most materials. Then, once they were inside of the targets, they would explode into small burst of flames as hot as 1,100 degrees Fahrenheit. This explosion would propel the drill through the target further before the drill itself exploded into shrapnel that tore apart the target further. These specialized bullets had been dubbed The Hades Bullets by their leader and were the pride and joy of The Nightmare Knights. The police's specialized body armor had been the only thing they'd come up against so far that the Hades Bullets couldn't tear apart. The hero was knocked back a few feet and then he landed flat on his back and grabbed his chest. "OUCH! JEEZE! The hell are you packing?! Ahhhhhh." The thug was obviously surprised that didn't kill him but he wasn't going to miss this chance to finish off the superhero. He took aim and opened fire on him. Shooting him repeatedly in the chest as the hero's body jerked from the impacts until he was able to pull over a nearby crowbar and flick it at him, knocking the gun out of his hand. The hero rolled away and pushed himself up to his feet while gasping and holding his smoking chest. He staggered briefly jumping at the villain and knocking him out. (Hoooly COW! Holy! Holy COW! Jeeeze! OWWWWW! MAN! What the hell are those bullets? Huh?) He turned around and he saw all of the remaining men locked and loaded and pointing all of the guns right at him. Obviously loaded up with the super bullets. "Heh." Stronghold stood up straight and raised his fists. "Alright then. Bring it on." |
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Nov 11, 2020 18:54:45 GMT
"Whooo! Easy as hell didn't I tell you?" The leader laughed while taking out his mask and relaxing in his seat. The uniforms of the Knights were split into two categories both para-military-esque. Black and grey leather mixed with some kevlar and body armor strapped to them, gloves and boots, face concealing masks, armored facemasks, visors, ammo belts and ammunition strapped to them along with guns and knives. "And you guys were so worried about the Supe freak! I'm telling you, we'll be fine. Just keep an eye out for anyone who looks suspicious. If the freaks show up, we'll light them up. Stronghold might be tough but the ammo we're packing can go right through him. Ultra Girl might be powerful but she isn't faster than bullets and we've got a fuckload of those." "Hell yeah we do. Let them come at us! We'll blow them away! We'll kill them both!" "Please don't jinx it for us." "Quit being such a bitch, man. We're golden." Stronghold continued following them from a safe distance. His dark blue costume letting him blend into the night easily enough so long as he kept to the shadows. Thanks to the device in his wrist gauntlets he could follow their tracking devices around the city. Once they'd made it out of the suburbs he was able to jump up to the top of a building and he started rooftop hopping, traversing the city by jumping from roof to roof. Keepin gout of sight and keeping an eye on the trucks. The city was a vast, intricate, labyrinth of noisy, streets and alleys. Millions of lights caused the dense mass of skyscrapers glitter. People were needle points and cars were blood cells flowing through the veins of the city. Despite the time, the hustle and bustle never came to a halt. The city's residents were off for a movie or to chill out in a smoky jazz bar downtown. Musicians play exotic pipes and foreign harps, creating a majestic, albeit merry atmosphere. Tantalizing scents waft through the breeze. The ground below him was alive with lights, like someone had taken a handful of glitter and thrown it as far as the eye could see. It never ceased to amaze him to see how beautiful Serenity was. Stronghold continued following them around the city through the twists and turns and winding paths they made through the streets. Some of them seeming flat out nonsensical and actually deviating from what appeared to be their designated path in an obvious attempt to cover their tracks. Stronghold supposed it would throw off an attempt at tailing them normally but thanks to the tracking devices planted on their cars he could follow them regardless until they arrived at an old Prime Co. Maintenance Warehouse by the Upper East New Gardens Port in the Industrial District. "Gotcha." He grinned as the trucks pulled up to park their trucks and step out to unpack whatever they'd grabbed. He hid in the shadows again and pressed two fingers to his right ear. "Stronghold to Mission Control. I've found their hideout. 2108 Lena Lane Upper East New Gardens Port. The old Prime Co. Maintenance Warehouse. Drop a line to the SCPD. I'm going in." "Alright but be careful okay? You're going to be heavily outnumbered in there." "Oh don't worry about me. I've been looking forward to this for awhile." Stronghold waited for a few minutes after they'd gone inside to be sure they'd be caught off guard then he strolled up to the warehouse shutter door and pulled it up, easily overpowering the mechanisms keeping it closed as he forced it up enough to slip under it and he closed it behind him. Stronghold strolled down the hallway leading to the inside where he saw a pair of guards hanging out and he suddenly sprung towards them, throwing himself over the fifteen foot distance behind them quickly, grabbing them and slamming them both to the floor. After this he took their handguns and crushed them in his hands before standing up and continuing down the hallway and turning at the end and walking towards the next door where it turned out there four guys standing guard there. "Hey guys! How's your health plan?" He joked. The guards were startled for a moment before they raised their guns at him. "What the hell? Who the hell is he?!" "O-Oh my God...Oh God...it's HIM! Th-that's Stronghold!" "WHAT?! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" "Hey. How are you doing? Nice to meet a fan." "Oh shit! He's huge!" "Wh-what do we do?" "SHOOT HIM YOU IDIOTS!" They raised their guns, trained them on him and were about to pull the trigger but by that time Stronghold was already crouching down with one hand raised up into the air. He clenched his fist and slammed his punch down into the floor of the warehouse so hard he made it rumble and shake! His fist broke through the floor and a series of cracks spread out from the impact while the shockwave resulting from the punch spread out around him and washed over the four thugs and sent them flying backwards into the wall behind them! The hit hit hard and then dropped down to the floor groaning and writhing in pain. He stood back up and walked over to them and took them down one by one. The Nightmare Knights were celebrating another successful night of larceny in Serenity City when they felt the warehouse shake around them and heard a booming noise like a thunderclap had just raged through the warehouse! "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" "Are we under attack?" "Did a bomb just go off?" "Is it the cops?" They got their answer when the door was kicked off of its hinges and a musclebound young man walked into the warehouse wearing a dark blue chainmail print bodysuit with similarly patterned bright blue gloves and boots walked into the room. His mask was the same texture and covered everything except his eyes. There was a wide upside down dark blue triangle on his chest with a bright blue color filling the middle and a fortress stronghold symbol in the middle of it. There was a tech looking dark blue belt around his waste with bright blue lights on either side of it. "What the hell?" "Gentlemen. You are all officially under arrest. Now we can do this one of two ways." Stronghold announced to them. "You can lay down your weapons and surrender while we wait for the police to show up or option two." Everyone in the warehouse floor pointed their guns at him. "Option two it is." He laughed and sprung into the air over the staircase and flung himself into battle. The hailstorm of bullets all found their mark but they ricocheted off of him, spraying around the room and forcing them to take cover around it while the superhero landed on the floor and smashed his hand down on it. The resulting shockwave resulting from the impact trashed the room. The thugs were scattered around the room, their guns were tossed from their grips and the tables and the objects on them were sent flying around the room with their contents scattered everywhere. "BOOM, Baby!" He stood back up and dusted off his hands. "Well? You guys want to surrender now? You still can if you want!" "Owwww...." "Unnnggghh..." "Urrrgghhh..." "Ouch." "H-hey...guys? Anybody...still awake?" "I-I'm here." "Can you guys still fight?" "Yeah, yeah we can." "Hoooly shit he's strong!" "Guess he really is real." "Screw it. Bring out the super bullets. Now. Everybody. Switch them out!" "Super what now?" (Wait a second! The SCPD! On the news, they said that these guys had some kind of new firepower. High-tech bullets they said.) He looked down at the bullets littering the floor. (These were armor-piercing. Not something I have to worry about. So then, how dangerous could these super bullets be?) "Better not wait to find out!" He jumped across the room and landed behind a small group of the thugs. He quickly knocked out each of them with one hit each before kicking up a table, spinning it around and tossing it at another group of them and knocked them down, then he jumped over to another table and kicked it into the air and palm struck it forward to knock down another few of the thugs. The impact knocked them backward. Behind him however, the others were getting to their feet and swapping out the ammunition! One of them tossed away the magazine from his magnum and swapped in another one and reloaded. He smirked and stepped forward. "Heads Off, HERO!" "Don't you mean heads-" *BLAM!!*
The .357 IMI Desert Eagle released fire and smoke and the bullet crossed the distance between them at five hundred twenty meters per second! Or one thousand, one hundred sixty three point two thousand sixty nine miles per hour. Quite a bit faster than he could dodge. The bullet crashed into his chest and released a drilling laser briefly before exploding against him in an energy flash. Stronghold felt like he'd been hit with a burning drilling punch that hammered into him at one point fifty-three times the speed of sound! APDBLTIB's. Armor Piercing Drill Bit Laser Tipped Incendiary Bullets. They were brilliantly designed. The bullets drilled into their targets, boring holes right through them while being launched at the targets at high speeds. The laser tips would ensure that the bullets would tear through most materials. Then, once they were inside of the targets, they would explode into small burst of flames as hot as 1,100 degrees Fahrenheit. This explosion would propel the drill through the target further before the drill itself exploded into shrapnel that tore apart the target further. These specialized bullets had been dubbed The Hades Bullets by their leader and were the pride and joy of The Nightmare Knights. The police's specialized body armor had been the only thing they'd come up against so far that the Hades Bullets couldn't tear apart. The hero was knocked back a few feet and then he landed flat on his back and grabbed his chest. "OUCH! JEEZE! The hell are you packing?! Ahhhhhh." The thug was obviously surprised that didn't kill him but he wasn't going to miss this chance to finish off the superhero. He took aim and opened fire on him. Shooting him repeatedly in the chest as the hero's body jerked from the impacts until he was able to pull over a nearby crowbar and flick it at him, knocking the gun out of his hand. The hero rolled away and pushed himself up to his feet while gasping and holding his smoking chest. He staggered briefly jumping at the villain and knocking him out. (Hoooly COW! Holy! Holy COW! Jeeeze! OWWWWW! MAN! What the hell are those bullets? Huh?) He turned around and he saw all of the remaining men locked and loaded and pointing all of the guns right at him. Obviously loaded up with the super bullets. "Heh." Stronghold stood up straight and raised his fists. "Alright then. Bring it on." It was brought. The entire gang opened fire on him and the super bullets sprayed into him like hundreds of burning hot drilling raindrops. Stronghold shielded his face as the bullets hit him all over! He was getting lit up with hundreds of rapid fire explosions all over his body! Standing out in the open obviously was a bad idea but if these bullets could hurt him then there wasn't anywhere he could hide for cover that they wouldn't just tear through. So that left the direct approach. Stronghold gritted his teeth, knelt down and sprung into the air! The bullets that were still shooting through the air kept right on going and drilled clean through the wall like it wasn't even there! After drilling into and through the wall for a few seconds they detonated in small explosions. He soared through the air up above the thugs heads until he hit a wall, then he sprung off of it and smacked two guys to the ground and then he quickly grabbed another guy's rifle, yanked him over and decked him. Next he tossed him against another man and knocked him out. Followed by kicking another guy through the air and then he flipped over to two more guys and decked them. "Sonnova bitch! How the hell is he still standing after all of that?!" "Don't worry about it! Spread out and light him up!" " POUR IT ON AND SWISSCHEESE THAT MOTHERFUCKER!" He was hurting from the bullets but he still had enough strength to keep going so he leaped over the heads of the thugs as they spreading out and firing on him, flew over their heads, kicked off of the wall behind them and leaped down to attack them from behind. He crashed into two of them and tackled them to the ground, lifted them up and tossed them against the thugs on either side of him with enough force to knock the groups down. With them down for a few seconds, he quickly pounced on the guys to his left and decked the first guy and tossed him against the guys behind him, then did the same to the next guy, then the next one, then the next one and then he dragged up the next guy, kneed him in the stomach twice and tossed him into the pile of guys behind him and finally he decked the last guy as he was trying to get up. With the rest of the group trying to get themselves up and the others unwilling to open fire lest they shoot down their own men, Stronghold took a few steps back and then he dashed forward and crashed into the group, smacking them down one by one and sending them crashing to the floor. "Holy shit he isn't going down." "What do we do?" "...Keep him busy. I'm going to get the boss and call this in. Keep him distracted for me!" "You got it. Come on boys! Light him the fuck up!" |
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Dec 4, 2020 3:39:26 GMT
The hailstorm of bullets all found their mark but they ricocheted off of him, spraying around the room and forcing them to take cover around it while the superhero landed on the floor and smashed his hand down on it. The resulting shockwave resulting from the impact trashed the room. The thugs were scattered around the room, their guns were tossed from their grips and the tables and the objects on them were sent flying around the room with their contents scattered everywhere. "BOOM, Baby!" He stood back up and dusted off his hands. "Well? You guys want to surrender now? You still can if you want!" "Owwww...." "Unnnggghh..." "Urrrgghhh..." "Ouch." "H-hey...guys? Anybody...still awake?" "I-I'm here." "Can you guys still fight?" "Yeah, yeah we can." "Hoooly shit he's strong!" "Guess he really is real." "Screw it. Bring out the super bullets. Now. Everybody. Switch them out!" "Super what now?" (Wait a second! The SCPD! On the news, they said that these guys had some kind of new firepower. High-tech bullets they said.) He looked down at the bullets littering the floor. (These were armor-piercing. Not something I have to worry about. So then, how dangerous could these super bullets be?) "Better not wait to find out!" He jumped across the room and landed behind a small group of the thugs. He quickly knocked out each of them with one hit each before kicking up a table, spinning it around and tossing it at another group of them and knocked them down, then he jumped over to another table and kicked it into the air and palm struck it forward to knock down another few of the thugs. The impact knocked them backward. Behind him however, the others were getting to their feet and swapping out the ammunition! One of them tossed away the magazine from his magnum and swapped in another one and reloaded. He smirked and stepped forward. "Heads Off, HERO!" "Don't you mean heads-" *BLAM!!*
The .357 IMI Desert Eagle released fire and smoke and the bullet crossed the distance between them at five hundred twenty meters per second! Or one thousand, one hundred sixty three point two thousand sixty nine miles per hour. Quite a bit faster than he could dodge. The bullet crashed into his chest and released a drilling laser briefly before exploding against him in an energy flash. Stronghold felt like he'd been hit with a burning drilling punch that hammered into him at one point fifty-three times the speed of sound! APDBLTIB's. Armor Piercing Drill Bit Laser Tipped Incendiary Bullets. They were brilliantly designed. The bullets drilled into their targets, boring holes right through them while being launched at the targets at high speeds. The laser tips would ensure that the bullets would tear through most materials. Then, once they were inside of the targets, they would explode into small burst of flames as hot as 1,100 degrees Fahrenheit. This explosion would propel the drill through the target further before the drill itself exploded into shrapnel that tore apart the target further. These specialized bullets had been dubbed The Hades Bullets by their leader and were the pride and joy of The Nightmare Knights. The police's specialized body armor had been the only thing they'd come up against so far that the Hades Bullets couldn't tear apart. The hero was knocked back a few feet and then he landed flat on his back and grabbed his chest. "OUCH! JEEZE! The hell are you packing?! Ahhhhhh." The thug was obviously surprised that didn't kill him but he wasn't going to miss this chance to finish off the superhero. He took aim and opened fire on him. Shooting him repeatedly in the chest as the hero's body jerked from the impacts until he was able to pull over a nearby crowbar and flick it at him, knocking the gun out of his hand. The hero rolled away and pushed himself up to his feet while gasping and holding his smoking chest. He staggered briefly jumping at the villain and knocking him out. (Hoooly COW! Holy! Holy COW! Jeeeze! OWWWWW! MAN! What the hell are those bullets? Huh?) He turned around and he saw all of the remaining men locked and loaded and pointing all of the guns right at him. Obviously loaded up with the super bullets. "Heh." Stronghold stood up straight and raised his fists. "Alright then. Bring it on." It was brought. The entire gang opened fire on him and the super bullets sprayed into him like hundreds of burning hot drilling raindrops. Stronghold shielded his face as the bullets hit him all over! He was getting lit up with hundreds of rapid fire explosions all over his body! Standing out in the open obviously was a bad idea but if these bullets could hurt him then there wasn't anywhere he could hide for cover that they wouldn't just tear through. So that left the direct approach. Stronghold gritted his teeth, knelt down and sprung into the air! The bullets that were still shooting through the air kept right on going and drilled clean through the wall like it wasn't even there! After drilling into and through the wall for a few seconds they detonated in small explosions. He soared through the air up above the thugs heads until he hit a wall, then he sprung off of it and smacked two guys to the ground and then he quickly grabbed another guy's rifle, yanked him over and decked him. Next he tossed him against another man and knocked him out. Followed by kicking another guy through the air and then he flipped over to two more guys and decked them. "Sonnova bitch! How the hell is he still standing after all of that?!" "Don't worry about it! Spread out and light him up!" " POUR IT ON AND SWISSCHEESE THAT MOTHERFUCKER!" He was hurting from the bullets but he still had enough strength to keep going so he leaped over the heads of the thugs as they spreading out and firing on him, flew over their heads, kicked off of the wall behind them and leaped down to attack them from behind. He crashed into two of them and tackled them to the ground, lifted them up and tossed them against the thugs on either side of him with enough force to knock the groups down. With them down for a few seconds, he quickly pounced on the guys to his left and decked the first guy and tossed him against the guys behind him, then did the same to the next guy, then the next one, then the next one and then he dragged up the next guy, kneed him in the stomach twice and tossed him into the pile of guys behind him and finally he decked the last guy as he was trying to get up. With the rest of the group trying to get themselves up and the others unwilling to open fire lest they shoot down their own men, Stronghold took a few steps back and then he dashed forward and crashed into the group, smacking them down one by one and sending them crashing to the floor. "Holy shit he isn't going down." "What do we do?" "...Keep him busy. I'm going to get the boss and call this in. Keep him distracted for me!" "You got it. Come on boys! Light him the fuck up!" The thugs spread out around the warehouse and sprayed him with bullets from all sides. Stronghold covered his head with his arms the best he could as he was hit with hundreds of bullets from all over his body. They hurt. They hurt like hell. As Stronghold sank to the floor he began to seriously worry about how many of them he could even take. He needed to get control of this situation and he needed to do it NOW! Stronghold punched his fist into the air and he gritted his teeth and he drove his fist into the warehouse floor with enough force to send out a shockwave through the floor that tore up the warehouse around him and sent the thugs flying. Their guns were flung from their hands, the thugs were tossed into the air like ragdolls, the floor was smashed and torn up, the tables were tossed up into the air, their equipment was scattered everywhere, the lights flickered off and the warehouse trembled.  Stronghold took a breather as he recovered. His body was still steaming from the hailstorm of bullets he just endured and even the extra durable costume that his friend Jesse Viklander designed has multiple holes all over it. (Well, if these guys don't kill me, Jesse will.) He mused. (Eh, I'm sure she'll understand.) He pulled himself back to his feet and took a few breaths. "Alright. Okay. Break time's over. Back to work." He began leaping around the room and systematically taking out the thugs and breaking their guns. While this had been going on, the crony from earlier had scrambled into the boss's office where he and the others were busy securing their money and as many of their stolen goods as they could. "Dammit man what the hell is going on out there?!" The boss demanded. He was a giant of a man easily eclipsing Stronghold's already impressive height. Every inch of his body solid wide muscle! Pure steel! "I'm sorry sir! I'm sorry! It's HIM! It's Stronghold! I don't know how but he found the base! We've been shooting the fuck out of him but he won't go down!" "...Stronghold? Here?" The boss asked. "You're sure?" "It's him sir. We're sure." "Trust me sir. It's definitely him." "Rrrreeeeaaaalllly?" The boss grinned and rubbed his knuckles. "Well then. I should go introduce myself. Been wanting a crack at this punk. You guys! Finish grabbing the cash and then get the hell out of here. Take separate trucks and spread out. You know where the safehouses are." "But sir! What about the rest?" "Forget it. We can steal stuff just like it elsewhere. The cash is what's important." *BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!* Everyone but the boss lost their footing. He just laughed. "Oh yeah. That's him alright. You guys hurry up and get out of here. I'm going to go kill a superhero." Stronghold was in the middle of breaking the guns when he felt someone patting him on the back of his shoulder. He turned around and was promptly sucker punched across the room up into the air and back out the door he'd came through. He slammed down on the floor and rubbed his jaw. "Who the hell?" "HEY HERO!" A booming voice called up to him. "IF YOU'RE STILL ALIVE UP THERE, THE NAME'S VIKTOR REX AND I'M HERE TO RIP YOUR HEAD OFF!"  "Viktor Rex?" He stepped back out and looked down at the suited man who'd punched him. (Well he's got some good fashion sense at least. I'll give him that. I'm guessing he's the boss.) Stronghold leaped down and faced him. "Nice punch but you missed the follow through, big guy. That's gonna cost you." He raised his fists. "Come on. Lets see how tough you really are." |
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Feb 16, 2021 1:20:37 GMT
It was brought. The entire gang opened fire on him and the super bullets sprayed into him like hundreds of burning hot drilling raindrops. Stronghold shielded his face as the bullets hit him all over! He was getting lit up with hundreds of rapid fire explosions all over his body! Standing out in the open obviously was a bad idea but if these bullets could hurt him then there wasn't anywhere he could hide for cover that they wouldn't just tear through. So that left the direct approach. Stronghold gritted his teeth, knelt down and sprung into the air! The bullets that were still shooting through the air kept right on going and drilled clean through the wall like it wasn't even there! After drilling into and through the wall for a few seconds they detonated in small explosions. He soared through the air up above the thugs heads until he hit a wall, then he sprung off of it and smacked two guys to the ground and then he quickly grabbed another guy's rifle, yanked him over and decked him. Next he tossed him against another man and knocked him out. Followed by kicking another guy through the air and then he flipped over to two more guys and decked them. "Sonnova bitch! How the hell is he still standing after all of that?!" "Don't worry about it! Spread out and light him up!" " POUR IT ON AND SWISSCHEESE THAT MOTHERFUCKER!" He was hurting from the bullets but he still had enough strength to keep going so he leaped over the heads of the thugs as they spreading out and firing on him, flew over their heads, kicked off of the wall behind them and leaped down to attack them from behind. He crashed into two of them and tackled them to the ground, lifted them up and tossed them against the thugs on either side of him with enough force to knock the groups down. With them down for a few seconds, he quickly pounced on the guys to his left and decked the first guy and tossed him against the guys behind him, then did the same to the next guy, then the next one, then the next one and then he dragged up the next guy, kneed him in the stomach twice and tossed him into the pile of guys behind him and finally he decked the last guy as he was trying to get up. With the rest of the group trying to get themselves up and the others unwilling to open fire lest they shoot down their own men, Stronghold took a few steps back and then he dashed forward and crashed into the group, smacking them down one by one and sending them crashing to the floor. "Holy shit he isn't going down." "What do we do?" "...Keep him busy. I'm going to get the boss and call this in. Keep him distracted for me!" "You got it. Come on boys! Light him the fuck up!" The thugs spread out around the warehouse and sprayed him with bullets from all sides. Stronghold covered his head with his arms the best he could as he was hit with hundreds of bullets from all over his body. They hurt. They hurt like hell. As Stronghold sank to the floor he began to seriously worry about how many of them he could even take. He needed to get control of this situation and he needed to do it NOW! Stronghold punched his fist into the air and he gritted his teeth and he drove his fist into the warehouse floor with enough force to send out a shockwave through the floor that tore up the warehouse around him and sent the thugs flying. Their guns were flung from their hands, the thugs were tossed into the air like ragdolls, the floor was smashed and torn up, the tables were tossed up into the air, their equipment was scattered everywhere, the lights flickered off and the warehouse trembled. Stronghold took a breather as he recovered. His body was still steaming from the hailstorm of bullets he just endured and even the extra durable costume that his friend Jesse Viklander designed has multiple holes all over it. (Well, if these guys don't kill me, Jesse will.) He mused. (Eh, I'm sure she'll understand.) He pulled himself back to his feet and took a few breaths. "Alright. Okay. Break time's over. Back to work." He began leaping around the room and systematically taking out the thugs and breaking their guns. While this had been going on, the crony from earlier had scrambled into the boss's office where he and the others were busy securing their money and as many of their stolen goods as they could. "Dammit man what the hell is going on out there?!" The boss demanded. He was a giant of a man easily eclipsing Stronghold's already impressive height. Every inch of his body solid wide muscle! Pure steel! "I'm sorry sir! I'm sorry! It's HIM! It's Stronghold! I don't know how but he found the base! We've been shooting the fuck out of him but he won't go down!" "...Stronghold? Here?" The boss asked. "You're sure?" "It's him sir. We're sure." "Trust me sir. It's definitely him." "Rrrreeeeaaaalllly?" The boss grinned and rubbed his knuckles. "Well then. I should go introduce myself. Been wanting a crack at this punk. You guys! Finish grabbing the cash and then get the hell out of here. Take separate trucks and spread out. You know where the safehouses are." "But sir! What about the rest?" "Forget it. We can steal stuff just like it elsewhere. The cash is what's important." *BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!* Everyone but the boss lost their footing. He just laughed. "Oh yeah. That's him alright. You guys hurry up and get out of here. I'm going to go kill a superhero." Stronghold was in the middle of breaking the guns when he felt someone patting him on the back of his shoulder. He turned around and was promptly sucker punched across the room up into the air and back out the door he'd came through. He slammed down on the floor and rubbed his jaw. "Who the hell?" "HEY HERO!" A booming voice called up to him. "IF YOU'RE STILL ALIVE UP THERE, THE NAME'S VIKTOR REX AND I'M HERE TO RIP YOUR HEAD OFF!" "Viktor Rex?" He stepped back out and looked down at the suited man who'd punched him. (Well he's got some good fashion sense at least. I'll give him that. I'm guessing he's the boss.) Stronghold leaped down and faced him. "Nice punch but you missed the follow through, big guy. That's gonna cost you." He raised his fists. "Come on. Lets see how tough you really are." "Gladly." He stepped in and threw a feint before immediately following it up with a fast strike aimed at his face but the superhero grabbed his arm, pulled on it, kicked his leg back, grabbed his shirt and threw the hulking man over his shoulder and across the room and into and through the far wall! He broke into and through it like a wrecking ball! Of course this wouldn't keep him down for long so Stronghold ran after him. As Rex was pulling himself out of the wall, Stronghold jumped in, grabbed his head and drove his knee into his face! He was rattled by the attack but withstood it and pushed Stronghold backward thirty feet but he stuck the landing and attacked again. He ran back to him while Rex was rubbing his head. He recovered in time to face the Superhero. He noticed the Superhero was jumping into the air and prepared to counter him when he came back down but Stronghold instead soared over him, kicked off the wall, leaving a foot sized crater in it, and kicked at his face but Rex grabbed his leg and turned around and began slamming him left and right against the floor! Each impact shook the warehouse and formed progressively bigger craters until Stronghold was able to free himself with a kick to his opponent's face. He rolled away from him while Rex recovered. Stronghold then lunged at him, football tackled him into and through the wall, before leaping backward while holding onto Rex and slamming him down on the floor! Stronghold then got on top of him and began repeatedly punching him in the face with the Jackhammer Punch: A series of quick hard hitting powerful punches in a barrage similar to that of a jackhammer. This punch barrage was doing the job too. Pummeling his face in between deflecting his arms aside as Rex tried to grab him and throw him off until Rex finally got his hands on Stronghold, dragged him down, headbutted him and flung him across the room. Stronghold hit it and fell to the ground. He grumbled to himself rubbing his forehead. The towering brute Rex himself stood up and wiped his mouth with his hand. "You are so fucking dead, kid." "Blah, blah, blah. Heard it all before. Can't you at least come up with something original?" Stronghold asked. |
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Mar 26, 2021 1:04:26 GMT
The thugs spread out around the warehouse and sprayed him with bullets from all sides. Stronghold covered his head with his arms the best he could as he was hit with hundreds of bullets from all over his body. They hurt. They hurt like hell. As Stronghold sank to the floor he began to seriously worry about how many of them he could even take. He needed to get control of this situation and he needed to do it NOW! Stronghold punched his fist into the air and he gritted his teeth and he drove his fist into the warehouse floor with enough force to send out a shockwave through the floor that tore up the warehouse around him and sent the thugs flying. Their guns were flung from their hands, the thugs were tossed into the air like ragdolls, the floor was smashed and torn up, the tables were tossed up into the air, their equipment was scattered everywhere, the lights flickered off and the warehouse trembled. Stronghold took a breather as he recovered. His body was still steaming from the hailstorm of bullets he just endured and even the extra durable costume that his friend Jesse Viklander designed has multiple holes all over it. (Well, if these guys don't kill me, Jesse will.) He mused. (Eh, I'm sure she'll understand.) He pulled himself back to his feet and took a few breaths. "Alright. Okay. Break time's over. Back to work." He began leaping around the room and systematically taking out the thugs and breaking their guns. While this had been going on, the crony from earlier had scrambled into the boss's office where he and the others were busy securing their money and as many of their stolen goods as they could. "Dammit man what the hell is going on out there?!" The boss demanded. He was a giant of a man easily eclipsing Stronghold's already impressive height. Every inch of his body solid wide muscle! Pure steel! "I'm sorry sir! I'm sorry! It's HIM! It's Stronghold! I don't know how but he found the base! We've been shooting the fuck out of him but he won't go down!" "...Stronghold? Here?" The boss asked. "You're sure?" "It's him sir. We're sure." "Trust me sir. It's definitely him." "Rrrreeeeaaaalllly?" The boss grinned and rubbed his knuckles. "Well then. I should go introduce myself. Been wanting a crack at this punk. You guys! Finish grabbing the cash and then get the hell out of here. Take separate trucks and spread out. You know where the safehouses are." "But sir! What about the rest?" "Forget it. We can steal stuff just like it elsewhere. The cash is what's important." *BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!* Everyone but the boss lost their footing. He just laughed. "Oh yeah. That's him alright. You guys hurry up and get out of here. I'm going to go kill a superhero." Stronghold was in the middle of breaking the guns when he felt someone patting him on the back of his shoulder. He turned around and was promptly sucker punched across the room up into the air and back out the door he'd came through. He slammed down on the floor and rubbed his jaw. "Who the hell?" "HEY HERO!" A booming voice called up to him. "IF YOU'RE STILL ALIVE UP THERE, THE NAME'S VIKTOR REX AND I'M HERE TO RIP YOUR HEAD OFF!" "Viktor Rex?" He stepped back out and looked down at the suited man who'd punched him. (Well he's got some good fashion sense at least. I'll give him that. I'm guessing he's the boss.) Stronghold leaped down and faced him. "Nice punch but you missed the follow through, big guy. That's gonna cost you." He raised his fists. "Come on. Lets see how tough you really are." "Gladly." He stepped in and threw a feint before immediately following it up with a fast strike aimed at his face but the superhero grabbed his arm, pulled on it, kicked his leg back, grabbed his shirt and threw the hulking man over his shoulder and across the room and into and through the far wall! He broke into and through it like a wrecking ball! Of course this wouldn't keep him down for long so Stronghold ran after him. As Rex was pulling himself out of the wall, Stronghold jumped in, grabbed his head and drove his knee into his face! He was rattled by the attack but withstood it and pushed Stronghold backward thirty feet but he stuck the landing and attacked again. He ran back to him while Rex was rubbing his head. He recovered in time to face the Superhero. He noticed the Superhero was jumping into the air and prepared to counter him when he came back down but Stronghold instead soared over him, kicked off the wall, leaving a foot sized crater in it, and kicked at his face but Rex grabbed his leg and turned around and began slamming him left and right against the floor! Each impact shook the warehouse and formed progressively bigger craters until Stronghold was able to free himself with a kick to his opponent's face. He rolled away from him while Rex recovered. Stronghold then lunged at him, football tackled him into and through the wall, before leaping backward while holding onto Rex and slamming him down on the floor! Stronghold then got on top of him and began repeatedly punching him in the face with the Jackhammer Punch: A series of quick hard hitting powerful punches in a barrage similar to that of a jackhammer. This punch barrage was doing the job too. Pummeling his face in between deflecting his arms aside as Rex tried to grab him and throw him off until Rex finally got his hands on Stronghold, dragged him down, headbutted him and flung him across the room. Stronghold hit it and fell to the ground. He grumbled to himself rubbing his forehead. The towering brute Rex himself stood up and wiped his mouth with his hand. "You are so fucking dead, kid." "Blah, blah, blah. Heard it all before. Can't you at least come up with something original?" Stronghold asked. "FINE! Then how about I rip your head off?!" He threatened while striking at him. "That's cute. It really is." Stronghold retorted while fending off his punch, barely containing his laughter at the big lug. He moved in close and drove a heavy punch into his ribs, then one into his stomach, then a kick into his knee, then he delivered a punishing pugilistic punching combo into his torso before jumping back out of the way when he tried to grab Stronghold and then he jumped back up into the air, grabbed his head and drove a knee into his face with a resounding *BOOM!* "But honestly?" He dropped back down while the giant villain stumbled backwards. "Heh But you know something, big guy?" He drove a palm strike into his stomach with enough force to launch him backwards into and through the wall! He impacted the wall and broke into through it and fell back down as the rubble fell over him. He was down for a few seconds before he broke out and flung the rubble off of him and sent it flying around the warehouse. The rubble that impacted against Stronghold broke apart on impact. Rex screamed in rage and attacked him again only for Stronghold to move in on him, tackle him, grab him and throw him over his shoulder to toss him into and through the air! Stronghold quickly caught up with him, smiled, winked and drove a powerful punch into his stomach that shook the warehouse on impact and launched across the room and through one of the shutter doors! "IT'S GOING TO TAKE A HELL OF A LOT MORE THAN WHAT YOU'VE GOT!" |
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on May 8, 2021 0:10:04 GMT
"Gladly." He stepped in and threw a feint before immediately following it up with a fast strike aimed at his face but the superhero grabbed his arm, pulled on it, kicked his leg back, grabbed his shirt and threw the hulking man over his shoulder and across the room and into and through the far wall! He broke into and through it like a wrecking ball! Of course this wouldn't keep him down for long so Stronghold ran after him. As Rex was pulling himself out of the wall, Stronghold jumped in, grabbed his head and drove his knee into his face! He was rattled by the attack but withstood it and pushed Stronghold backward thirty feet but he stuck the landing and attacked again. He ran back to him while Rex was rubbing his head. He recovered in time to face the Superhero. He noticed the Superhero was jumping into the air and prepared to counter him when he came back down but Stronghold instead soared over him, kicked off the wall, leaving a foot sized crater in it, and kicked at his face but Rex grabbed his leg and turned around and began slamming him left and right against the floor! Each impact shook the warehouse and formed progressively bigger craters until Stronghold was able to free himself with a kick to his opponent's face. He rolled away from him while Rex recovered. Stronghold then lunged at him, football tackled him into and through the wall, before leaping backward while holding onto Rex and slamming him down on the floor! Stronghold then got on top of him and began repeatedly punching him in the face with the Jackhammer Punch: A series of quick hard hitting powerful punches in a barrage similar to that of a jackhammer. This punch barrage was doing the job too. Pummeling his face in between deflecting his arms aside as Rex tried to grab him and throw him off until Rex finally got his hands on Stronghold, dragged him down, headbutted him and flung him across the room. Stronghold hit it and fell to the ground. He grumbled to himself rubbing his forehead. The towering brute Rex himself stood up and wiped his mouth with his hand. "You are so fucking dead, kid." "Blah, blah, blah. Heard it all before. Can't you at least come up with something original?" Stronghold asked. "FINE! Then how about I rip your head off?!" He threatened while striking at him. "That's cute. It really is." Stronghold retorted while fending off his punch, barely containing his laughter at the big lug. He moved in close and drove a heavy punch into his ribs, then one into his stomach, then a kick into his knee, then he delivered a punishing pugilistic punching combo into his torso before jumping back out of the way when he tried to grab Stronghold and then he jumped back up into the air, grabbed his head and drove a knee into his face with a resounding *BOOM!* "But honestly?" He dropped back down while the giant villain stumbled backwards. "Heh But you know something, big guy?" He drove a palm strike into his stomach with enough force to launch him backwards into and through the wall! He impacted the wall and broke into through it and fell back down as the rubble fell over him. He was down for a few seconds before he broke out and flung the rubble off of him and sent it flying around the warehouse. The rubble that impacted against Stronghold broke apart on impact. Rex screamed in rage and attacked him again only for Stronghold to move in on him, tackle him, grab him and throw him over his shoulder to toss him into and through the air! Stronghold quickly caught up with him, smiled, winked and drove a powerful punch into his stomach that shook the warehouse on impact and launched across the room and through one of the shutter doors! "IT'S GOING TO TAKE A HELL OF A LOT MORE THAN WHAT YOU'VE GOT!" The big lug broke through the door and tumbled across the ground outside. Stronghold jogged up to him quickly while still keeping his distance. "It's over. Give up!" "O...ver? Over? Over?" He asked repeatedly while crawling away from Stronghold. "You think this is..over?" He chuckled and took something out of his suit, opened it and placed a pill in his mouth. "What are you doing?" He laughed and bit down on the pill and swallowed it. "Over?" He laughed and sat up again. "Ohhhh. I HaVeN'T EvEn bEgUn tO FiGhT!" He laughed as his veins started turning bright green underneath his skin and his voice became gurgled like he was gargling something. His body began going into convulsions as he stood up. His body shook and trembled and Matt could hear all sorts of loud audible squishing and crunching from his insides shifting around as his muscles began warping and twisting. "YoU JuSt fUcKeD Up kId! YoU'Re sCrEwEd nOw! YoU'Re hElLa sCrEwEd aNd sO Is tHiS WhOlE RoTtEn cItY!" "Uhhhh....Bro?" "What is it man? What's happening out there?" "I've....got a problem." "What the hell are those noises?" "I-I think this guy...has...had a Super Roid. He's transforming. He's freaking transforming!" "Shit! Shit get the hell out of there, Stronghold!" Stronghold looked back at the warehouse. "...I can't. Listen. There are a lot of unconscious bad guys in there. If he rampages here? They're all dead and then he'll kill who knows how many other people." He got ready to fight. "This is going to have to be a street fight. Drop a line to the police. Tell them to bring the Special Forces." "Are you sure? You know there's a chance you'll be arrested too." "We might need the extra firepower. Besides, they're going to need to know these are on the streets. I'll be fine. Do your thing." "Okay...just be careful alright?" "Yeah." He looked up at the monster man as metallic-esque bone spikes protruded from his ribs, arms and spine and his face took on a monstrous visage. "Don't worry. I've got this. Out." He hung up and his fists. (Freaking hell. What kind of drug did he take?) |
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Aug 5, 2021 2:12:21 GMT
"FINE! Then how about I rip your head off?!" He threatened while striking at him. "That's cute. It really is." Stronghold retorted while fending off his punch, barely containing his laughter at the big lug. He moved in close and drove a heavy punch into his ribs, then one into his stomach, then a kick into his knee, then he delivered a punishing pugilistic punching combo into his torso before jumping back out of the way when he tried to grab Stronghold and then he jumped back up into the air, grabbed his head and drove a knee into his face with a resounding *BOOM!* "But honestly?" He dropped back down while the giant villain stumbled backwards. "Heh But you know something, big guy?" He drove a palm strike into his stomach with enough force to launch him backwards into and through the wall! He impacted the wall and broke into through it and fell back down as the rubble fell over him. He was down for a few seconds before he broke out and flung the rubble off of him and sent it flying around the warehouse. The rubble that impacted against Stronghold broke apart on impact. Rex screamed in rage and attacked him again only for Stronghold to move in on him, tackle him, grab him and throw him over his shoulder to toss him into and through the air! Stronghold quickly caught up with him, smiled, winked and drove a powerful punch into his stomach that shook the warehouse on impact and launched across the room and through one of the shutter doors! "IT'S GOING TO TAKE A HELL OF A LOT MORE THAN WHAT YOU'VE GOT!" The big lug broke through the door and tumbled across the ground outside. Stronghold jogged up to him quickly while still keeping his distance. "It's over. Give up!" "O...ver? Over? Over?" He asked repeatedly while crawling away from Stronghold. "You think this is..over?" He chuckled and took something out of his suit, opened it and placed a pill in his mouth. "What are you doing?" He laughed and bit down on the pill and swallowed it. "Over?" He laughed and sat up again. "Ohhhh. I HaVeN'T EvEn bEgUn tO FiGhT!" He laughed as his veins started turning bright green underneath his skin and his voice became gurgled like he was gargling something. His body began going into convulsions as he stood up. His body shook and trembled and Matt could hear all sorts of loud audible squishing and crunching from his insides shifting around as his muscles began warping and twisting. "YoU JuSt fUcKeD Up kId! YoU'Re sCrEwEd nOw! YoU'Re hElLa sCrEwEd aNd sO Is tHiS WhOlE RoTtEn cItY!" "Uhhhh....Bro?" "What is it man? What's happening out there?" "I've....got a problem." "What the hell are those noises?" "I-I think this guy...has...had a Super Roid. He's transforming. He's freaking transforming!" "Shit! Shit get the hell out of there, Stronghold!" Stronghold looked back at the warehouse. "...I can't. Listen. There are a lot of unconscious bad guys in there. If he rampages here? They're all dead and then he'll kill who knows how many other people." He got ready to fight. "This is going to have to be a street fight. Drop a line to the police. Tell them to bring the Special Forces." "Are you sure? You know there's a chance you'll be arrested too." "We might need the extra firepower. Besides, they're going to need to know these are on the streets. I'll be fine. Do your thing." "Okay...just be careful alright?" "Yeah." He looked up at the monster man as metallic-esque bone spikes protruded from his ribs, arms and spine and his face took on a monstrous visage. "Don't worry. I've got this. Out." He hung up and his fists. (Freaking hell. What kind of drug did he take?) "You wanted mooooore?" The towering monster of a man snarled at him. "Here's more! MUCH MUCH MORE!" He bellowed and swiped at him. Stronghold dodged it and he leaped in the air kicked him in the face as hard as he could and, while there was the usual air burst and shockwave from the impact, this time the monster barely even flinched and just laughed! Stronghold pushed off of him by another kick to his chest. He flew back a considerable distance but the monster man quickly closed the distance between them and hammered his fist down into the ground and while Stronghold did manage to dodge it this resulted in an explosion of power being driven into the ground on impact! The ground seemed to literally explode as his fist smashed through it resulting in a giant crater! As a spider web of cracks spread outward in all directions through the street for a few feet, Stronghold landed on the ground. The monster man rushed him again and Stronghold got ready. (Okay! So! Yeah, he's strong. He's way stronger than before. Faster too. He doesn't seem to be all that smart though. Okay, so, if I can't win with raw power then I'll use my brains.) He rushed towards him and then he dived past him, slid past him and then he went for a leg grab to trip him up! Thanks to his legs and a strike from his hand he managed to trip him up so he fell on his face! Stronghold stood up and grabbed his leg but the monster man tried to kick out at him only for Stronghold to dodge to the side, pick him up and turn him around and throw him up into the air! He tossed the monster man high up into the air, thirty-six feet up to be precise, and he sprung up to attack him! "Alright. Time for an air juggle! Lets go!" Stronghold hit him with an uppercut to push him further up into the air followed by a series of quick and hard punches to his stomach, pushing him up into the air even higher! Stronghold dished out these hits and then uppercut him again! Stronghold landed on the ground again and looked at his hands. (Okaaaay. I know I was dishing out some hard hits up there but...damn, it feels like I was hitting a giant boulder! He's tough.) He looked back up at the monster man. (But so long as I can keep him up there I'll be fine.) Stronghold clenched his fists again and jumped in the air after him again to deliver another uppercut but this time he caught it! There was a resounding BOOM! in the air as his fist crashed against the monster man's open palm but he just closed his hand over it! "Crap." Was all Stronghold had time to say before a giant fist crashed against his chest and sent him soaring backwards through the air. He flew several blocks away where he crashed down in the middle of the street and dug a trench with his back while sliding past traffic. He coughed and turned around on his stomach while continuing to cough while holding his chest. He rubbed it as the vehicles swerved around him and slammed on their brakes to try and prevent themselves from colliding with the cars in front of them. The civilians around the immediate area were screaming and running inside or staring at him shock. The monster man was already closing in on him crashing through everything in its way and throwing aside vehicles in his path. Stronghold got back up and got ready for the next round. Before he could reach him again however Stronghold shot forward again to once more attack his leg again to once more force him down to the ground. Then he lifted him up into the air, swing him around and throw him high up into the again! The important thing right now, above everything else, was to take this fight as far away from civilians as he could. |
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