Ottis Odin Oklei Oakleigh Oakley Oaklee O'donnel Ottoman “Ocho” Team OHMK “Pick a hand and Imma slap you with it.”
Of all the reactions Ocho had anticipated, this was....! Well, this was probably second amongst them. Kuro had clearly all but assumed that the Octo-lad had stolen the Brass Knuckles from him. “Listen! Ocho began, “I may have had every intention of taking them off you, but you didn't have them on you! The fact that I'm holding them is happenstance!” Following a brief hesitation, Odin grinned and added, “Besides, they look way better on me anyway...”
Not long after came the arrival of Bashmu and the subsequent capture of the fox girl. She wasn't part of Team OHMK, but she was part of Group B, and thus Ottis felt her to be under his charge. Leaving someone behind wasn't something he was prepared to do. He took half a step forward before the order was given to retreat by Blair. Followed almost immediately by Hades giving a similar directive over the comms. Oh right, he was wearing one wasn't he? The “hits” kept coming as Mira ran up to him and mentioned him having to carry Kuro, then offered him her pistols. He hesitated. A lengthy second or three passed before Odin swallowed hard and nodded. This was what a leader needed to do. To make the hard choices. “Damn it all!” He grumbled under his breath.
“This isn't over. We'll get her back.” He said to no one in particular, but considering his actual teammates were still within earshot they surely would listen. With his bottom-most hands he took the pistols from Mira. While not a particularly good shot, it'd be foolish not to arm himself given their situation. Plus it wasn't like he didn't have the extremities to spare. He turned his head to Kuro and smirked. “You'll thank me for this later. Maybe. Probably not.” Without giving the Fox Prince any time to respond, O'donnell hoisted him up onto his shoulders in a Fireman's Carry.
“Mira and I will cover us!” Ocho shouted to Blair. Or, at least he intended to. While not facing towards her it wasn't clear if his voice would carry. With his upper hands holding Kuro and his bottom hands holding guns, he still had four hands free to fight off anyone what grew too close; one of those four hands sporting a pair of brass knuckles which he intended to return to their owner with any blood they shed still on them.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2021 9:33 am
“You just blatantly admitted to attempting to steal them from me and after they asked for all of our weapons… You know, I really have to question your intelligence sometimes. Were you raised in a barn, Oafish?” Kuro spoke with no regard for his team captain, though the incorrect name was unintentional (not that it would likely matter for however Ocho would decide to react). The school was responsible for picking the team leaders and while Kuro did not understand or agree with the process, he was covertly happy to be free from having the role and let us be real, it was not like he held any real power or authority within the team anyways. “Happenstance, my a**,” the boy continued muttering under whispered breaths. Did he really just say that?! Kuro looked over ready to give Ocho a piece of his mind. He took a deep breath, and a better idea came to mind, “Anything with a bit of class could make you look better. Have you peered in a mirror… since ever?” The boy questioned harshly and his tone mocking. This was considered friendly banter in his opinion and for a moment, it was a well-needed distraction from the pain radiating in his thigh.
Kuro looked back just in time to have the air punched from his gut. It happened in slow motion, and Kuro was witness to every excruciating moment as Aya was hit unconscious and lifted by a blue-haired stranger. The way he spoke so informally to everyone in the group had him seething with anger. His body was experiencing a wave of chills and the small hairs on his body were standing upright. Everything subconsciously was screaming inside of him that there was imminent danger, so Kuro bit his lip for the time being. The fiery rage was easily decipherable in every aspect of his person from his mannerisms down to his facial expressions. ‘More competent slave traders,’ That confirmed everything that any of them needed to know; there was no way that they were going to just stand aside and leave Aya with a slave trader! Right? The boy started to move his body in an attempt to chase after the man but stopped short gripping at his injury. “This damn leg,” he growled deeply forcing himself to move until Blair shouted for everyone to stand down. Death wish? Death wish?! Were they not part of some renown underground organization? Any handle of calm which Kuro was able to keep a hand on quickly washed over him and away as if by a rushing river, Blair commanded that they head out to the meeting point and Hades followed up in agreement assigning them to start the vehicle to make preparations for their departure.
“Are you in fact serious? We are just going to leave her here with a slave trader? What an absolute mockery of an organization,” Kuro started with absolutely no regard for the secrecy or integrity of their villain side-life. “Your plans are half-baked. You obviously are useless. What an embarrassment to your community. An entire group here and you are afraid to trail after one over-confident likes to hear himself talk waste of oxygen,” Kuro spoke with venom seeping from every word obviously deeply affected by Aya’s capture. Even more upsetting, they did not seem to question the decision. Blindly leaving Aya in the care of some rogue and questionable stranger. “I do not need someone to carry me… I have a cane for God’s sakes,” Kuro complained loudly while slowly taking one step after the other as his weapon began to transform into its resting form. He applied some weight onto the cane breathing a sigh of relief. ‘We will get her back,’Kuro internally mimicked Ocho’s outward mantra. It left him with a bit of peace knowing that someone felt the same way as he did, though his outward appreciation for these little things were always lacking. That serene feeling of understanding and comradery fluttered away as the octo-monstrosity lifted Kuro up over his shoulders, despite his loud and boisterous complaints. “What are you doing? Set me down you buffoon. Do you have not working ears much like everything attached to that horrendous body?! I am perfectly capable of carrying my own body weight,” Kuro struggled briefly before finally slumping over with the realization that there was nothing he could do. He was going to be forced to leave her behind and hope for the best for the time being. These insignificant, worthless fools would pay for this indiscretion against the Freikkre Tribe. Yeah, that was what he was worried about – the reputation of the tribe.
Misery and Svafnir had it covered. Good because he wasn't liking the lady with the shockwaves and fire very much at all. It was a bad time to be thinking this but he did not want his pretty blue hair to be burnt. He had spent a lot time growing it for ******** sake. But he did got in for his super man punch just to add fuel to the fir. It seems whatever attacks they were doing wasn't really working. That was not a good sign at all. That meant they were in more trouble than a little bit. Plus now Hades wanted to come through. They need this man like forever ago. Then, out of nowhere, they start to smell gas. Nope, it was time to go forreal now. Then he heard what Hades said and he would nod. He would put on the Temptations "Get Ready". It was to be pity and to get ready to get the hell out of this situation so that they could get home.
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The groups went on to make their escapes. The words of Hades would ring but still, nothing would come at first. Group B would end up getting to the ship, Blair getting it ready for take-off. Just as group B gets out, an explosion would go off, one that took effect of the whole compound. The building would rock. The combustion causing all of group A to be knocked into the nearest piece of debris causing heavy hits on their aura and some bruises even. A piece of debris threatens to fall onto Kam but is shattered by a strike from Svafnir. His semblance still activated giving him enhancements of power before running out. "NO. ******** NO. Svaf not now. Keep pushing" Hades yelled as he got up and continued on towards the exit. Misery was lucky, not having much of an obstacle to deal with so his path was clear. Svafnir seemed tired but his body pushed on, the encouragement and motivation given to him by Kamyu's boombox blasting inspiration songs for the young warrior. The eye of the tiger enveloping Svafnir to push his body more towards the end to keep running. They would eventually get out of the building.
Group C was busy. Pewrinkle was still examining, using her judgment not to blow the thing as commanded but instead wondering why there was something else set up. She would hear a click, the sound of the bomb activating as the panel came to life. Quickly she would dart over to the door that was being guarded by Grimsly and Diana. Their teamwork would be unmatched. Diana's combustion arrow would end up taking out the grim but causing a spark great enough for a fire to start and grow. Luckily, Grimly and Pewrinkle were able to move quickly. Cereby would end up joining the three as they would make it towards the aircraft just as it was preparing to launch, jumping onboard with ease. With Group B and C inside, Blair would drive the craft low towards the rendezvous with Group A. With the craft hovering, group A would see the ship but they were not alone.
With the back of the air crack open, it was enough for where they could maybe run and jump onboard but one could see that group A was being followed. "WE CAN'T RUN AND FIGHT.....s**t" Hades commented before seeing a shot of UV Light or something similar shoot past him and the sound of pain coming from behind. Another shot would come before an arrow whisked above their heads as well. Radiating light and the feeling of warmth could be felt on the backs of A. Group C and B were giving covering fire!! More shots would come, from Diana's arrows to Pewrinkles shots, and the shots from Mira using a rifle and Ocho using his 4 free hands to hold himself into a cling to the side of the ship while shooting with his guns upside down like an assassin!! With it clear, it was their chance to get on!
First would be Misery, using his silk to shoot and attach to the aircraft as he would jump towards it and use his silk to climb aboard. The silk would be used as a way to help climb for those who need it. Next would be Zach who would jump and climb aboard. Before the next one came, the silk would break. Even with the cover fire, a hit would land on the ship causing strong turbulence. Blair couldn't keep it down for long. They need to get in the air and escape. "Go UP! I i'LL BE FINE. I have skates. I'll meet you at the school" Hades would tell Blair before she started to bring the ship up into the air. Looking at Svafnir, he would point up. "Come on. 1 last move. You gotta make it. I can handle myself. I know these outskirts like the back of my hand." He commented. Kamyu would crank his boombox to max and Svafnir would run ahead and jump into the trees before making a might leap towards the air craft. With Kamyu in hand, he would come oh so close being within arm reach before starting fall back towards the earth. "DAMN IT SVAFNIR. I SAID! GO HOME!" Hades yelled as he would launch into the air and vault towards Svafnir. With a flip, his feet would meet svafnir's before he pushed against him, Launching Svafnir and Kamyu towards the ship enough to where they could fumble into the safe inside. "Not how expected but. It whatever " He commented before chilling. He would end up using his skates to make it back. The location they went to destroyed.
After the fire was out, many deaths of bandits, slave traders, and others would be found. The boss man that Hades was going for would end up being dead. He looked iced over as if he was introduced to extreme cold tempratures. Claw Marks were in his body, while a bullet hole in his neck.
OOC: Congrats. Class is OVER!! You all pass.
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