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 Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 10:37 pm
Agent M solved the problem of the charging Jesse the same way he solved most of his problems.
With violence.
He fired his biotic gun, missed due to the surprise that he was being charged, and smirked as his biotic gun melted into the form of another slaughterfist.
"Failure! You need to learn your place!" As Jesse lunged at him, Agent M ducked and swung his fist upward, punching Jesse in the d**k.
It was the sort of d**k-punching of which every man lives in a constant state of fear - it was the embodiment of the nameless, horrific dread of experiencing pain in its most raw, primal form. Jesse's experience was split into a number of distinct parts; the impact was first. The hard, unyielding black material of the viral cells that were Agent M's knuckles met the fragile protection of Jesse's pants. The small but unyielding bladed ridges of the slaughterfist met the cloth; threads severed and snapped, sharp edges and spikes of viral matter rending the fabric.
Second was the lift; the uppercut continued, regardless of Jesse's continued attempt to finish his charge, as he hadn't quite comprehended what happened yet. At this point, the fist actually impacted Jesse's genitalia, knuckles progressing from the testicles up to the d**k itself and onward to force them against the base of Jesse's stomach, due to the angle. A surge of pain passed through Jesse's crotch as Agent M rose upward, arm to the sky triumphantly, Jesse atop his rising fist, legs spread from the force, arms pulling back down in an all-too-late attempt to shelter his family jewels. Jesse began to feel the impact within the very core of his bowels and pelvic bones as the force of impact continued.
Third was the release; Agent M had reached his maximum height, launching Jesse upward, allowing him at last to cradle his painfully punished p***s as he flipped and landed on the ground. The true horror of what Jesse had experienced began to set in within his mind, the already terrible pain consuming his thoughts - Jesse could do little but lie on his side in the fetal position, clutching his d**k as he curled up within the soft white snow.
"There's no space in this world for a weakling like you," Agent M spat out, kicking snow onto the Host's face.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 11:21 pm
Without realizing it, Adela, A, and Clarissa saw what Agent M had done to Jesse and had the same reaction. They all flinched.
Agent A was the one that could understand the pain the most, and felt pity for the poor man. That...that was just low. M was a b*****d, but a b*****d he was glad to have on his side. You son of a b***h... It seemed that even Saieve saw and shared the momentary flinch. But it was a man thing, and one that all men would pity the poor sod who got hit with such a punch.
After that moment passed, A returned to the fight with Saieve. He himself was half-tempted to join the kicking crusade, but really, that was just low. As Saieve got closer, A forced the quills through his calves and upper arms - he would face the Host dead on.
Adela didn't need to understand the pain to know that the pain would be bad. Like uber bad. The you-never-wanna-talk-about-it bad. "What is it with all these crotch shots?" she randomly asked. She continued to face Helena on with dodging and hopefully getting in a few good shots.
Clarissa was running towards the Agents, and stopped at the sight of what happened to Jesse. It was one of those moments that made her really really glad she was a girl. That said, she ran and was planning on hitting him from behind.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 11:28 pm
Success! And then... Adela healed? Well damnit it all, she embellishes pain and heals too. The only more irritating ability Helena could think to combat was Schraeder's, with the man constantly jumping all over the place. But distractions would be no good, and her mind easily refocused on the the task at hand: disabling Adela. Obviously the other girl was a bit slow to learn the same lesson, and almost took another deadly blow. So close! They continued their little deadly dance, blades flashing and limbs lashing out in return. Again, something distracted Adela and Grissom closed in as fast as she could in an attempt to shishkabob her opponent.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 11:32 pm
Agent M heard Clarrisa's approach - felt it as well. He spun and kicked at her head level.
Except Clarrisa, being 15, wasn't quite as tall as he'd expected. She was only 5'2" to be precise.
Oh god.
Time slowed to a crawl. All of his being was focused on the slaughterfist approaching his crotch.
No
No
No no no no no no no no no
Crunch
He was thrown downward into the snow from the force of the blow. It didn't have as much force as his carefully calculated attack, but it didn't need to. One of his hands demorphed and clutched his wounded groin as he stumbled to his feet.
"You," he hissed as he turned to face her. He formed his available hand into a biotic gun and began firing haphazardly at her while backing up slowly.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 11:46 pm
"Oh crap!" Adela barely saw the blades coming but couldn't get out of the way. S'what I get for getting distract-- Damn. Damn, it hurt! The pain was excrutiating, but Adela couldn't stop. She grabbed the hand that stabbed her and put pressure on it to keep it there. Looking Helena in the eye (and she imagined that Helena was surprised to see Adela pull this move), she spat, "Screw you."
Her other hand came up and punched Helena straight in the face. Adela knew it'd hurt - she poured her power into making sure it would. She let go of the arm and screamed as the blade came out of her gut. Damn, those blades are long. She held her hands to it and prayed to God that it would heal. Ay Dios mio...gracias para esto... Her injury was surely stitching itself up. She was a rather healthy girl, so she didn't suffer from heart issues, but she did feel considerably weaker after fixing the fatal wound.
With all that done, she ran out of there as fast as she possibly could. I'm going off of adrenaline now.
Clarissa faced with a biotic gun, AGAIN, was able to dodge it - mostly. The sides of her clothes were getting ripped thanks to the speed at which M was shooting, and she backed away in hopes of not getting hit by his gun.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 12:07 am
Dispite being rolled and punked by a vicarious punch to the goods, Jesse's unyielding need to feed had taken over completely, rendering him a little on the insane side. His groans and cries were a mixture of pain, anger and now steadily growing rage. How humiliating! But this would serve him in a most interesting way.
Having noted the distraction through the cloud of pain and hunger, Jesse raised a shaky arm, and with as much force as he could muster up from within himself, slammed a spine covered right fist into the back Agent M's left leg, while he fired at some other person unseen, and continued backing up. A spark of justice flickered in his eyes at this moment as he used this opportunity to take a sort of revenge, and to satiate himself.
This was indeed a shock to Agent M who thought he'd done away with his first advesary, only to have him to come back and literally stab him in the back so to speak. As M stumbled, Jesse did the same with his left hand, sending his spines deep into the muscle tissue of his thigh.
"Gotcha! You... son of a b***h!" Jesse said as he watched M throw his arms up in obvious pain from what just happened. But, it was definitely not over yet. Not by a LONG shot.
"EAT HIM!" a voice shouted in the back of his head, amidst the cloud of all the pain and suffering he was going through at this moment.
"Consume him until there is nothing left!" it shouted again, sounding a bit demonic at this point in time.
The voice was right concluded Jesse as he felt himself tingle all over, muting the pain that was permeating from his core. It was as if nothing mattered in that instant anymore, only the need to feed.
Before he knew anything, Jesse was already in position behind Agent M. The fluids licking at the back of his throat spewed out of his mouth in a fountain of purple goo, splashing onto the back of Agent M's left leg. It was almost instantly that the spines themselves that were sunk deep into the flesh began to absorb the fluids up again like tiny living straws, along with the flesh from Agent M's leg. Spines that covered his body also shot out through his clothing, stabbing themselves into other various parts of M's legs and lower back. It wasn't long before M himself fell into the snow face first, and Jesse moved into position over to him, spewing more goo onto his nemesis, now turned delicatessen.
He could hear M scream loudly from the obvious pain of both being eaten alive, and the pulsating spines that punctured him from behind. The pain was still there around, on and in his core, but that didn't matter at all now. He was feeding. His body would heal, his core would heal, and there would be no need to speak about what happened moments before, fore now, revenge was literally being served cold.
"Know... your place host agent... You are FOOD FOR ME!!!" Jesse shouted between spirts of goo, continuing the process until he was either stopped, or the deed was done.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 2:05 am
Agent M, thinking quickly, used the snow to wipe off the digestive fluids before they could set in - and block further belches from continuing the dirty deed. Furious at the insult by his "obvious inferior," he re-engaged his left hand's slaughterfist and spun, punching Jesse in the face and sending him tumbling backwards into the snow. Gashes were left down the side of the face of M's adversary. Standing over his fallen foe, Agent M placed one foot on Jesse's forehead.
"No room for failures in this world!" Agent M roared as he placed his slaughterfist on Jesse's bottom jaw and ripped his mouth open by force, shoved his biotic gun into Jesse's mouth, and fired.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 8:48 am
"Is this... really my end? Does it all end here? What the hell... I can't... i can't be undone like this... not like THIS!"
As M was so sure of himself with the intent of ending Jesse, he wasn't aware of the motions that were taking place beneath him. As it was said before, Jesse was a bit insane. And insanity as a weird way of making things work on behalf of those who are lesser than.
As the gun was being shoved into his mouth, Jesse took hold of it with both hands and turned his head sideways so that the barrel was at the most fleshy part. Before the gun went off, Jesse knew that he would take a little more damage in pulling this off, but it needed to be done. He wasn't going out like a punk.
He shoved the barrel to his right, literally watching the blast tear into the ground next to him. He felt the sting from the heat and knew that he'd been damaged a great deal. So great in fact that he lost sight in his left eye. But that wouldn't be the end, for you see, M was good at what he did, but also foolish in leaving himself wide open like this.
Without missing a beat, Jesse kicked off his right shoe, sent spines tearing through the sole of his foot, took hold of the leg that was now to the right of his head and sent his right foot straight up into the exposed groin area of agent M. Jesse felt the spines push through the already torn fabric of the crotch of his pants, past the cotton fabric of his underwear, and pierced into the soft flesh of M's already damaged man-sack. He pushed this kick so hard that he lifted M momentarily off of his own feet. He could hear him squeal in distaste as he continued pushing, then eventually twisted his foot to add his own little spice to the sauce he was delivering. A hearty <******** you" would have sufficed here, but things apparently had gotten too far out of hand.
Jesse then pulled his foot back, and then slammed it home once more for good measure, damaging his goods once more. An awful feeling that must be Jesse thought as he moved away from M who was standing still now with a stunned look on his face. Blinded in one eye, Jesse struggled a bit but stood up slowly in front of M, and then sent his right fist slamming into the side of M's face. With Spines still erect on it, this did just as much damage as M's slaughterfist did when he slammed it across Jesse's face. Stumbling some, Jesse caught himself, and then turned and slammed his left fist into M's face. This time the spines were sticking straight out.
Jesse didn't care if he punctured flesh or not. He wanted retribution. He watched as M fell to the ground, grabbed his shoe and then moved back a safe distance from him before he could do anything else. As the quills retracted, Jesse fumbled and put his shoe back on.
"a*****e!" Jesse shouted before spitting on the ground at M's feet. He then wrapped an arm around his gut and started to back away slowly from M into the darkness.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 9:15 am
((Keep OoC in the thread, please.))
Saieve ran straight at A and slid on the ground, feet first, in an attempt to slide between A's legs. He immediately saw that this was a rather bad idea and dug his feet into the ground and bending his knees. He pushed his upper body up and his momentum carried him back to his feet.
Knees still bent, Saieve's used his momentum to launch himself forward, his right fist cocked back to send a punch with all the power and speed of his arm, weight, and momentum behind it towards A's crotch, the most readily available target.
Needless to say, this punch was coming fast and hard. Saieve kept his left hand by his shoulder in case he should need to deflect an attack.
He would follow up this punch by launching upwards with a left uppercut.
***
Finnegan noticed M fighting off two of the hosts and decided to intervene. Clarrisa seemed to be a friend of Saieve's, that and she was a fifteen year old girl, so he charged at Jesse from behind with incredible speed, sending a right hook to the back of his head.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 9:38 am
((Please keep OoC in the thread.))
At this point, it didn't matter to him whatever else happened. Jesse was in dire straights. He was blind in his left eye, the rage grip wore off, the adrenaline in his blood ceased to work anymore, and the pain from earlier events took its nasty grip once more.
He was totally wide open for any pop shots that either side was to take on him, and it was indeed evident. That's when he saw stars, then total blackness.
Apparently the punch that came whistling towards him hit with such an impact, that it pushed him clean over the edge of consciousness. Finnegan was successful in delivering his finisher.
Jesse fell face forward in the snow. A well of blood escaped his mouth and painted the snow below him. He was out cold.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 9:40 am
A saw what Saieve was trying to do. Oh Hell no. A jumped to the right which was decidedly far away from the emasculating punch; he was not going to fall because he couldn't protect his balls fast enough.
Now if he were really mean, he could spike his leg and deliver a spiky kick to the groin which would REALLY emasculate the man. But no, A wouldn't do that. Instead, A held a spiky arm up to punch Saieve in the back of the head.
Clarissa did not want to think about what was going on with Jesse and M. She was overwhelmed with the thought of eating M. He just looked so tasty. While he was distracted by Jesse, Clarissa pounced on his back. The sheer amount of Hunger made her savage. When she got the chance, she'd bite down on his neck. She hoped to rip out his jugular. Such good looking food.
Adela ran, all the while holding her gut - yeah, she healed it, but she couldn't get rid of the pain of getting stabbed AND re-knitting her wound. I need a place to hide. Or an ally. Whichever comes first.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 9:42 am
Finnegan glanced down at Jesse's body. "I think I hit the lad a little too hard... least I didn't kill him." he commented as he turned back to M to see Clarissa approaching M, "Dammit, lass." he said as he ran towards her to intercept.
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Saieve twisted in the air and knocked the strike away with his free left hand. His back made contact with the ground and he brought his feet over his head and used his momentum to roll onto his feet, ready to face A again.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 11:05 am
((OoC in the thread please keep.))
Results: Sumitsu's post about Jesse's condition is correct; M is injured substantially, and almost incapable of fighting. -1 AP for Venom, - 2 AP for Sumitsu.
Clarissa felt someone take hold of her, and Finnegan saw who it was - Lionel had thrown an arm around her waist and planted his foot on M's back. With a sudden movement he separated the two, succeeding in sending both of them a few yards. The Adams had caught up, and now the fight between the Nihilites and the Adams was interfering with the Host-Eve conflict.
Another coated Nihilite bounced off of A and into Saieve, thrown in that direction by an Adam's attack. A's balance was thrown off; Saieve was knocked over during his roll, costing him precious seconds of getting back up.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 7:48 pm
Agent M groaned, shoving himself to his knees, clutching his wounds and crawling, rather slowly, away.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 8:17 pm
Someone placed their foot upon Agent M's head. "Well now," a female voice smirked. "Trying to escape, are we?" Agent M couldn't look up, but it was clear he was pinned down for the moment. "Why don't you and I watch these 'failures' beat your friends to bits." The foot came up from M's head, and M rolled over slowly. The woman was dressed in a coat as were all the others, and her face was impossible to see from the ground, but M could tell she was powerful. Very powerful.
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