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 Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 8:31 pm
Benjamin Poindexter Don't worry about me, Creed. Mind your business....and protect your crotch lest the Girl Scouts come along.
*snickers*
*Grabs him by the collar and looks down at him, blood flowing from his mouth*
Don't. ********. dare...
*Looks over to fury.*
So, wonder what happens to the war horse when we CUT IT'S ******** HEAD OFF!
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 8:32 pm
((Grrr. >.< Time for work.))
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 8:33 pm
*laughs maniacally and looks past Creed*
Aw...poor little Fury. Can't take us so he has to call us names.
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 8:36 pm
Benjamin Poindexter *laughs maniacally and looks past Creed*
Aw...poor little Fury. Can't take us so he has to call us names.
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 8:39 pm
Take off that ring and we'll see how you fare against me, Bullseye.
*smirks and takes a drink from his scotch*
If you two princesses are looking for a fight then throw the first punch. Otherwise, shut the ******** up and let me drink my scotch.
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 8:41 pm
Like I'm falling into that trap. Lemme tell you something...that day you punched me down the stairs...I faked that so I could pick the lock on the boiler room door. Thanks for obliging me with the punch.
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 8:42 pm
We attack you, you call in yer cute little army of WEAKLINGS and we toss them around like pathetic little rag dolls, AGAIN! Beating you up was fun, but destroying you will be so much more... But you see the runt, you tell him I've got a nice little message for him. Hope he knows what time of year it is... heheh...
*Victor walks over to the wall and spews a downpour of his acid blood, melting a large hole in the place for him to walk out ******** HATE this place...
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 8:45 pm
Benjamin Poindexter Like I'm falling into that trap. Lemme tell you something...that day you punched me down the stairs...I faked that so I could pick the lock on the boiler room door. Thanks for obliging me with the punch. Whatever helps you sleep at night, princess. From where I'm standing, two of the self-appointed "rulers of the nexus" are afraid to fight an unpowered man in his 90s. Bit pathetic, really.
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 8:47 pm
Oh we can fight if you want.
*uses his ring to grab Fury's scotch and dump it on his head*
Better?
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 8:50 pm
*smirks*
Much.
*raises his gun, firing 6 adamantium-tipped bullets - 3 at Poindexter and 3 at his sentinel. Kicks over a nearby table and uses it for cover.*
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 8:52 pm
*is slammed backwards by the adamantium bullets*
Ow....I felt that through my shields.
*forms a large bow construct and blasts apart Fury's cover with a purple arrow*
Gotta try harder, Fury.
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 8:59 pm
Uh-oh. Trashing the Bistro again? Don't think your master will like that much.
*runs towards the bar, firing more rounds at Poindexter and his sentinel. Dives behind it and grabs a bottle of whiskey and talks while he pours some of it onto a discarded cloth and stuffs the cloth into the bottle*
What is that anyways? Got a thing for serving megalomaniac billionaires? Maybe Stark'll have an opening after this thing with Luthor goes down the shitter.
*lights the cloth on fire and tosses the molatov cocktail at Poindexter*
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 9:06 pm
Nick Joseph Fury Uh-oh. Trashing the Bistro again? Don't think your master will like that much. *runs towards the bar, firing more rounds at Poindexter and his sentinel. Dives behind it and grabs a bottle of whiskey and talks while he pours some of it onto a discarded cloth and stuffs the cloth into the bottle* What is that anyways? Got a thing for serving megalomaniac billionaires? Maybe Stark'll have an opening after this thing with Luthor goes down the shitter. *lights the cloth on fire and tosses the molatov cocktail at Poindexter*
*flies out of the way of the flaming bottle*
Time to bring down the house.
*Bullseye's Sentinel busrts through the roof and begins to collapse the whole building*
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 9:07 pm
*hovers with his Sentinel above the wreckage*
Night, Fury.
*flies off to recharge*
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 9:11 pm
((Sorry....going to bed or I'd fight longer))
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