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Growling in frustration from all the chaos around her Celia kicked at the faulty teleporter several times, kicking especially hard the last time a miracle happened. Somehow the last kick had gotten it running in working condition but only enough so for one teleport. Wasting no time she shouted back at him through the communicator as she and the others prepared the machine for transport.

"Da habe ich es funktioniert, aber wir haben nur nicht genug Strom für eine go! Wenn sie zwei scheitern haben sie keine andere Wahl, als auf der Flucht die altmodische Weise und Bekämpfung durch und wer bekommt in your way!"
((Translation: I've got it working but we only have enough power for one go! If you two fail you'll have no other option but to escape the old fashioned way and fight through anyone who get's in your way!))

The body of his opponent crumpled and fell from his assault, but this was defiantly not the end, it would have been foolish anyway to expect this to be the end of a fight anyway, but the moment the sounds of pops and cracks of realigning and de-fragmenting bones was more then enough to cause even the most green of soldiers to know this wasn't over. However, while most soldiers would have s**t their pants and pissed themselves over what they were seeing, Midnighter was having quite a different reaction.

"Lets see what you've got big boy."

Millions of possibility were born and all the ones that lead to horrible ends or undesired results faded and died in the murder machines mind before settling on the fixed track of what he wanted. While he would love nothing more then to tear the head off this advisary, he did have a mission, and that was to keep them from getting what they wanted, and whatever it was was further down the hall. While he could run, that would leave him open to attack and more then likely cause him to fail in his mission, however, there was an option that was going to hurt like hell, but set him on the path to overall success.

Electricity is a powerful element, the fact the human species has learned how to harness such power is a testament to the 20th century, not only has it provided us with light and alternatives to heating and cooking food, but also new forms of entertainment from radio to television, even now the internet. Humanity has even learned to weaponize such power, and one of the most used formats of weaponized electricity could be found on the belt of your local police officer or your paranoid sixteen year old girl, the tazer.

When one is 'Tazed' the electricity arch's through the body, the force of the electricity sending you down to the ground faster then one could have time to think, if they could think in such a state anyways. There have been cases in which, due to the individual not being fully in contact with the ground, or because of a particular arch of power, a body has gone flying up to ten feet from a power outlet in a house.

Combine electricity with someone who can punch through concrete, and you've got some real good airtime and distance. Oh yeah, this was going to hurt, and while at least blocking some of the damage with a double block from his arms from the rest of his body would help, especially with his enhanced strength and durability, his arms were still going to fracture, not to mention the amount of force he would be sent flying back. Well, might as well get it over with.

This all happened before the body standing before him had finished its regeneration, and when the first blow came, Midnighter was ready for it, not necessarily in speed, but being ready for it and timing it was something else. As the tazer fist of the clockwork powered behemoth swung at him, Midnighter brought his arms over his chest and, pushing off gently against the ground, met the force of the blow halfway.

There was a moment of nothing but white before his eyes as he felt his body flung from its original position, The Midnighters brain trying to re-assert itself before the force of the impact against something very hard. There was a cracking sound, not only of bones but of glass, or something similar and far stronger then glass. Whatever he had impacted was made of some very durable material, but the force of his flight was enough to cause some structural damage.

He blinked once, twice, and the world returned to him, just in time too, the behemoth was coming at him again with a swing of his bladed arm.

The world became a million possibility's again, assessing Midnighters current condition along with his surroundings and his opponent once again. Midnighter was hurt, his spine had compacted a little, it was going to hurt like hell trying to move, but the pain dampeners would take care of that agony to being nothing more then possibly a weird pinching sensation, and within a minute his spine would be back to normal, assuming of course he survived for a minute and didn't do much more to cause further injury to it. Whatever, he had fought with a broken neck once, almost twisted off and was able to function well enough in combat, the tactics just needed to be adapted.

The injury's didn't stop there however, there was his fractured arms, while not useless, were defiantly in no condition to be punching or blocking. A normal human being, yes, against this jewel of what Midnighter could only assume was Nazi science(the use of the German language and the post apocalyptic gas mask didn't help with this assumption), not so much. This would heal within 30 seconds, but did he have that time? Not unless he did this perfectly right.

Blood was dripping from his nose from the force of the impact, but his brain was still functioning in high gear, having quickly shaken off the blunt trauma and the electrical discharge. The combat computer took the possibility's, breathed life into them all, and took away those that would result in failure or partial success. The circular room was defiantly something he could use to his advantage, and whatever he had smacked against was more then likely what they wanted, the only standing structure in a circular room, please, that was childs play to figure out. Now to deal with the on coming attacks.

Midnighter rolled his body away from the first blow, his arms dangling limply, giving the impression of being completely broken and useless. The next few blows from his attacker were precise, purposeful, meant to injure, not to kill. b*****d wanted him to suffer, how nice, he would have to take a few of them, let his opponent revel in something at least. Midnighter could smell the poison on the blades, he could only hope that his immune system would allow him long enough to function so as to ruin these bastards plans. He managed to avoid a few blows, but he let his limp arms 'get the better of him' as the blades nicked into his flesh and his fervent hopes that whatever poison it was, his enhanced immune system would give him enough time to finish ruining these bastards plans before starting to feel its effects.

The behemoths shouts in German did not go unnoticed, and the Murder Machines own fluency in the language was impeccable. He had to wonder who this Celia was and where she was hiding before the radio chatter came back, so she wasn't here but she was trying to get a lock on them and this structure, which he could not get a good look at because he was busy dodging the clockwork warriors attacks. Whatever it was they wanted it, and that was the last thing that Stomwatch would want. Time to give someone a bad day.

There was a control panel near the container, which with enough of a glimpse gave Midnighter that much of what the centerpiece was, he just needed to position himself just right. He slowed his speed, a few more nicks to his arms and legs. Allowing a gasp to escape his lips, Midnighter slumped over the control panel, panting, his limp arms dripping blood from the wounds inflicted, he stared up at the towering opponent, waiting for what he was going to do next.

A Million possibility's birthed before him, and chosing the ending that he wanted, worked backwards from that ending to his current situation. A perfect ending.

Giving a small cough, some blood mixed with his spit dripping past his chin, Midnighter grinned up at his opponent.

"Und zu denken, dass ich mein Nachmittag verbringen wollte, der Geschlechtstäter anstatt tötet. "
(And to think I was going to spend my afternoon killing sex offenders instead.)
He sputtered out with a raspy laugh. An act, ah yes, all an act, but a good one.

Kruger saw that his opponent managed to get himself towards the control panel, like he wanted. Kruger needed to act fast. But then he got the signal from celia and was pleased. He could not continue the fight, the mission was more important. Kruger took an offensive stance, appearing as if he was going to make the final attack. He charged towards Midnighter at great speed, his suit allowing him to do a quick burst of 35 miles per hour. Just as it appeared that Kruger was about to strike down his adversary, he leaped over him and grabbed Akuma and grabbed onto the container holding the package. /he pressed a button on his belt and both him, his partner, and the container began to glow brightly. His foe would notice him, akuma and the package becoming translucent. "Wenn wir das nächste mal treffen, ich werde Ende unser Kampf, dauerhaft. Am ende, niemand entgeht der Dunklen Templer. (Next time we meet, I will end our fight, permanently. For in the end, no one escapes the Dark Templars.)" And with that both the two intruders and the container holding "Project K" were gone in a flash, the teleportation device finally working for them.