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 Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 12:33 pm
So, he had made Killer Croc angry. Ideally, he would have liked to see the big freak go down, but this was acceptable. It was good, since now that Croc was frenzied, he wouldn't be thinking straight. Not even stopping to ponder about who "Ryan Reynolds" was or whatever Blade: Trinity happened to be, Apex leaped down and away from the fight as Arell took over fighting the brute. If the rookie was stupid enough to get that close to an enraged Killer Croc without any sort of plan in mind, he didn't deserve to survive the encounter.
Apex, on the other hand, was fully intending to complete his mission... Not that his regen factor would fail him were he to actually be cornered by Croc, of course. Still, he moved away from the fight, leaping up on top of a carnival game area's roof and crouching, observing Arell's idiocy. Apex had brought with him four blocks of C4, three of which he had already placed around the park. The fourth he had kept with him... and were Croc to chase him, he'd use it.
Carlie had heard the gunfire, and, curious, she flew over to the area it had come from, hovering high above everyone. She was safe from an angry Killer Croc, that was for certain.
Elasa had heard the gunfire as well, and frowned, looking in its direction. However, she quickly turned back to Shadow Spider's deceased body, and used her ring to scan for a cause of death.
"Poison?" she asked softly. She'd have to purge the body of the substance still within it, otherwise, even if she were successful in bringing Roxanne back, the poison would likely kill her again. So, she used her ring to cover the body in a bright blue light, slowly purging the Joker Venom from Shadow Spider's body. Once it was all gone, she'd be able to begin properly.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 10:26 pm
The shots from Arell's shotgun did more damage than Croc had anticipated; the impacts caused bleeding, even though they didn't get further than flesh due to his scales blunting most of the force. Waylon Jones roared a bestial cry, clutching his chest. Looking at the blood running in between his fingers, he snapped, lunging at Arell, whose stepping in for the shots had placed him only a few small feet away; easily in arms reach of the gargantuan Killer Croc.------------------------------------------------------------------------- Joker just kept laughing into the speaker mic. "Oh, this is TOO much. The guy with the big gun could just about be out of time! Right, Croc old boy?" For some reason, the Joker also decided that he really needed to get some new shoes.
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Comic_Book_Joker Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 5:02 am
Arell dove out of the way, amazed that the croc could survive not just being hit, but BOTH BARRELS . . . he ducked behind the truck and reloaded. Gotta get the high-powered rifle next time! he thought and holstered it. He kept low and hauled a** out of the Croc's way. Swearing that if they crossed paths again, he'd finish the job.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 8:15 am
The attention of Croc had quickly pulled away from Robin to the gunslinger, and for good reason. In the time it took for Arell to find his cover, Robin had circled around. He frowned, keeping his distance from the angered Killer Croc. This wasn't what they were here for. As this continued on, it gave others more time to make there way to this park- and quite possibly fall victim to it.
Tim stepped back before running full speed towards Killer Croc's back. He ducked low enough to slide across the dirt feet first, aiming all his strength and energy directly for Croc's large feet with every intent on knocking the big guy to the ground, then rolling shortly to the side to get out of the way.
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Comic_Book_Joker Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 5:54 pm
The sliding kick connected with Croc, unbalancing him, but not knocking him over. He half-staggered, half-turned to face the new attacker. "THE LITTLE BIRD WANTS TO PLAY?! LET'S PLAY COUNTDOWN! TICK! TOCK!"
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 6:03 pm
Aw, crud... Carlie thought. What was she going to do? Use her ring? Could she even muster up enough willpower to restrain Croc?
Meanwhile, another man leaped down from the shadows, throwing explosive Wing-Dings at Killer Croc and unsheathing his staff.
"Tim!" Nightwing cried. "Get over here, we'll take Croc together!"
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 6:14 pm
Arell smirked as he heard the Croc go over. Those two oughta be able to finish him off. I have a psycho to stop. he thought as he ran towards another building, taking cover on a side wall. That's when he noticed his leg was feeling funny.
He looked down and found out that in his hasty escape, the other reptillian-human thing had clawed his leg. It wasn't much to deter him, just caught him by surprise that his pant leg now was clawed and bloody. Huh, the sonuvabitch got me after all. he thought and took out another smoke, casually lighting it and taking a bandanna to wrap his leg. Getting injured on the job was often par for the course for that Cajun.
He loaded the sawed-off and saw another camera. He slammed the butt of the gun into the lens and got to the door of the building. He carefully aimed the sawed-off for the handle of the door.
"Steady . . . steady . . ." he said aloud, aiming the gun carefully and pulled the trigger.
BLAM!!
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 8:29 pm
Sapphire and Alex watched as Elasa did her thing, occasionally exchanging nervous glances and looking back at the park around the source of the gunfire.
Meanwhile, a new green streak blazed across the sky towards the Park. When it stopped over the Park, Hal Jordan was glowing brightly, but clearly visible. And he did NOT look very happy. "Carlie...." he called out in a rather repremanding tone.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 8:42 pm
Carlie flinched, hearing and seeing her father close by. And now she began to regret having run off when she had gotten the invitation... She had just been so excited to finally get to see the Joker up close...
She reluctantly tore herself away from the fight below and glided glumly over to her father.
"Yes, Daddy...?" she asked apprehensively.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 9:07 pm
"What did I tell you before you just took off?" Hal asked looking down at her, crossing his arms.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 9:13 pm
"That I was your best girl and that you loved me?" Carlie said with a weak smile, hoping to change Hal's mood. It didn't work, and she sighed.
"Not to go to the park, I know..." she said dully. "I'm sorry Daddy, but I couldn't help it! I wanted to see the Joker, even if it was from a safe distance where he couldn't touch me! And I got to see Killer Croc! And Tim Drake! And Nightwing just showed up, too! Can't I stay and help them, Daddy? Pleeeeease?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2011 12:08 am
Croc brought up his arm, blocking the explosives, but just before they went off, he caught a whiff of scent. A scent that he knew well. Lowering his arms after the smoke started settling, he said, "Big bird has joined little bird. Still no Bat, though. I guess I'll have to make do with just eating you both instead."------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Although Joker was paying attention to the fight, he caught sight of motion in another camera, and looked just in time to see Arell shoot open another door. "Look, Rosie, Let's see what the cowboy's won behind door number three!"------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The single room that made up the building was dark as the door swung open, the latch broken by the same shot that busted the handle. As light began to filter in from outside, a cold mist formed around the doorway. What could easily be seen was covered in thick layers of ice. In the far back, a man was standing, wearing a large metal suit that gave off a faint blue light. The suit illuminated his face from within the suit's helmeted top. His face was expressionless, as barren as the ice that was all around him. He was wearing goggles over his eyes, and held a large metal gun, which was currently being levelled at the doorway Arell was standing in. Mr. Freeze hadn't had the time to get a proper aim yet, but he was a breif moment away from it.
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Comic_Book_Joker Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2011 12:39 am
Robin jumped to Nightwing's side as one hand pulled out a few explosives- his other hand still clutching his bo-staff. A small teasing smirk spread across his face.
"Took long enough- Croc here's just a side show, so this has gotta be quick. We're really looking for the Joker."
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2011 1:20 am
Kai heard the commotion down below the area after receiving an invitation. She fly over quietly before reaching what appeared to be an obvious battle ground. She swooped down landing behind Arell and took a whack at Dr. Fries.
"Didn't wait for me for the action?"
She said almost angrily turning towards Arell with a glare.
"You don't know how much I'd love to give you a beating for being such an idiot with your godforsaken guns but you might be a baby about it you jerk"
Kai flinched her hands before going over towards Robin jumping away from Mr. Fries. She took a double look at Nightwing smiling a bit.
"Nightwing this is so amazing that you're here... and I think you guys got another guy to worry about... a guy that can turn us into crocks frozen dinners."
There in she draws attention to Mr. Fries.
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2011 5:06 am
Arell growled when RC arrived. "I honestly hope one day you turn bad. That way I can put a hole in ya on purpose an' not feel guilty about it. Now get de hell outta my way, kid. Yer blockin' my shot!" he growled and pushed her aside aiming his sawed-off at one of the hoses connecting to Mr. Freeze's helmet. A 50-caliber slug ready to sever one of the hoses. He paused for a brief moment. "Oh, my stepbrother Dundee wants t' talk to ya after all this is said an' done." He said, glancing with his eyes to RC so not to lose sight, or the shot.
"Thangs just 'bout t' heat up in heah." he growled, sliding into his thick bayou accent. He aimed carefully and got the opportunity.
BLAM! the other barrel went off.
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