13698/Taking on the Raid Boss

Taking on the Raid Boss
Date of Scene:	04 August 2021
Location:	Williamsburg, Brooklyn
Synopsis:	An attempt at retrieving what he believes to be a Crystal of Cyttorak doesn't go exactly as planned when a certain Daxamite decides to play ball.
Cast of Characters:	Juggernaut, Mon-El

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Juggernaut has posed:
So it's a pretty typical evening in this part of Manhattan. People mill about, going about day to day business. The social problems continue to be stressed by various issues of politics, race, religion and creed and crime is on the usual uptick with occasional ebb and flow. All in all something the jaded citizens of Brooklyn are quite used to as the days march on and on and on.

So..time for a super villain assault to shake them out of their ennui and remind them of the wonders..and terrors..the world has for any who happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Of course..he doesn't see himself as a villain. He'd scoff at the very implication. Sure he's rude. Crude. A brute. Bruiser. A bully -- that's for sure -- but he's not downright murderous. At least anymore. He's simply a blue collar thug with..what is essentially unlimitled physical power. So a very bad combo. Such is The Juggernaut and why he's so...memorable.

Certainly physically. He's a roadblock, standing on the highway leading up to the Brooklyn Bridge. A roadblock practically the size of a semi truck cab with enormous arms folded and cars beginning to swerve to avoid him. Cameras flash, videos are taken, emergency calls are made but the behemoth seems unpertubed and is simply waiting, having stepped onto the road after emerging from an alleyway wide enough for his bulk and the very ground showing impressions of his feet in it from his great weight.

His target soon appears. A massive armored truck cresting into view as it comes off of the bridge and barrels towards him. The driver blinks in shock and hits the horn while shouting a number of choice words as the massive truck attempts to veer off to avoid an impact with the waiting gargantua. It will not succeed.

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar was hanging around Brooklyn after arriving a bit too late to a street fight between mutants in Bushwick to really make much of a difference. The damage that was going to be done had already been wrought, sadly enough. So he was already in a bit of a mood when he spotted Juggernaut standing in the middle of the road and causing car wrecks. He sighs, wondering whether it would be a good idea to get involved here or not. The last time he got into a 'tussle' with Juggernaut, it hadn't been pretty for anyone.

Juggernaut has posed:
There is a horrendous sound of metal wrenching, tires squealing and glass shattering as the armored truck slams into Juggernaut via a broadsided impact. The behemoth doesn't move. The ground around both sunders and shreds apart as the shockwave peals out and sprays shrapnel and upsets other cars that are far to close to the impact zone to avoid taking collateral damage.

Juggernaut barely blinks and doesn't even turn his head as the truck flips over onto its side, rolling once and then again before finally crashing violently into a set of parked cars. Fortunantely..that it wasn't a head on impact means the driver is still alive though any in the back are probably quite banged up. And hey..this is the second armored convey in a month that Juggernaut has 'helped' himself to but this time he didn't come in like an asteroid especially in consideration of the crowded streets so he's actually being 'nice'. THe driver is alive and most bystanders aren't suffering to much. Yet.

"That tip better be right. I hate wastin' my time. Might have to throw a lil'ol tantrum otherwise." the bruiser quips before turning and starting to walk heavily towards the truck, steps accompanied by minor local quakes. Naturally, Mon-El is given no more attention then anyone else on the streets. "Make sure y'get my good side! I look 'fat' if the pictures are taken from th'wrong angle!" he rumbles loudly at some being brave enough to snap photos.

Mon-El has posed:
    Aaand the ground is being shattered as trucks and cars go flying. It doesn't seem like anyone's dead or too badly hurt yet, but Lar isn't about to wait until it may be too late for some people. With a blur and a rush of air, he suddenly stands in front of Juggernaut and his quarry, his arms folded and his gaze determined. His size in comparison to the relatively giant mutant belies his actual level of strength.

    "Hey Juggernaut, why don't you leave these people alone before I start having to hurt you?" he suggests, as if he were inviting a guy to a movie or something.

Juggernaut has posed:
That's the funny part. He's not actually a mutant! The actual origins of Juggernaut's power isn't known to many and certainly not to Mon-El but the potential confusion has its advantages including underestimating him with presumptions of what mutant powers are capable of. If it were public knowledge that he's actually a semi-avatar of an ineffable magical deity/monstrosity/lovecraftian horror thing that incarnates destruction...well his birthday party invites would just dry up.

It doesn't stop him from looking all monstrous as hell though as he spreads his massive arms wide and his physique bucks and bulges against his armor, visibly moving like tectonic plates as his mouth sets into an aggrieved scowl.

"The hell? Who're you?! Get outta the way or don't blame me for ending up pancaked." The 'threat' against him is brushed off though he does rumble, "Man..hurt me? This is the second time someone threatened me like that. I mean, c'mon on man..you know my name..I--"

He then blinks, frowning mildly and actually pausing abit as if a sudden recognition is hitting him. "Heeeeeey...aint we tussled before?"

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar smirks as the recognition finally dawns upon Juggernaut's face. "Not the brightest one, are you? Yes, we have, and if you remember right, you'd do well not to underestimate me again." he states.

    "Now, this is your last chance to walk away and leave these people alone. Before I start swinging."

Juggernaut has posed:
"Yeaaaaaaah..I remember now." Juggernaut's look of annoyance and surprise moves into a smirk as he considers Mon-El, "Yeaaah..I do remember some of that. There was a chick here helpin' you. I'll admit I was a little sloppy to. You all surprised me. All you wanna be Superman types.. You're tough but you aint that tough and now you've given me warnin' so I aint got no reason to hold back.."

He takes a step forward and then another. "Now get outta the way.." he gestures dismissively. "There's something I need in there. I get that..and then I'm down for breakin' you in two.."

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar glances at the truck, scanning the interior to find out just what it is that Juggernaut is after. "I'm afraid I can't do that. You see, you're doing a thing called stealing, and also damaging a lot of people and property in the process of doing that. All of which is a thing called 'illegal'. And whatever you're after, you're probably just going to use it to help you do more of the same. Like that criminal you stole off of that police convoy a few weeks ago. You get me?"

Juggernaut has posed:
The glance reveals..hurt security officers, that's for sure. But alive..and also a series of goods, valuable ones, that look like various ..antiques? Some jewelry, some paintings..objects bound for storage somewhere perhaps? Or a musuem? Not exactly piles of cash although one supposes they could fetch some money on the black market but that hardly seems like Juggernaut's style.

But there is one box.. Within it a red stone. A crystal with the faintest of glows within it...

And suddenly The Juggernaut is upon you. His footsteps turn into a springing lunge and a huge charge as an arm that looks as big around as a swamp tree trunk comes hurtling around in a vast swat for Mon-El as Juggernaut lunges forward towards the overturned truck.

"So you watch the news. Good! You'll have plenty to catch up on when you wake up!"

Mon-El has posed:
    Hmm...Lar isn't fully sure what that glowing stone is, but whatever Juggernaut wants with it he's fairly certain it's not for anything good. There's not much time for him to ruminate on the matter however, as the man is swinging at him already. Good thing Lar can move almost as fast as the Flash and has lightening-fast reflexes as well. However, instead of trying to dodge he lashes out, attempting to grab that massive arm by the wrist and twist hard with the aim of knocking the guy off of his feet before -throwing- him away from the crowded streets and toward somewhere with more open space and less potential for casualties.

Juggernaut has posed:
So, lesson number one that maybe didn't come up the last time.. Juggernaut is unstoppable. This is literal as well as magical. A concept expressed by his brute strength. There is no flash of light or magic spell or incantion uttered it just 'is' and so when Mon-El attempts to redirect him, Juggernaut's arm continues on and slams thunderously into the Daxamite with force to rattle windows up and down the block.

And yet even that is a slight misdirect with Mon-El's speed preventing the giant from striking him full on with a swat that would have sent someone like Rogue sailing over the horizon. It does dislodge him from gripping on Juggernaut's arm though how far he may tumble is up in the air. As to Juggernaut..he continues on with a triumphant and knowing grin on his face. A sweep of his other hand rips open the exposed roof of the fallen armored truck, revealing the contents within.

"Sorry kid! Consider yerself lucky I got other priorities!"

Mon-El has posed:
    The swat does sent Lar tumbling, but being able to fly certainly helps as he catches himself in midair. Despite the pounding, there isn't even a single scratch or bruise on him. Which given their previous encounter, shouldn't surprise Juggernaut at all. After all, last time he sent the Daxamite through seven buildings and he still got back up and kept punching.

    In a flash, he's back, hovering above the now-open truck. "Priorities, you say?" Whoosh, down he goes, and he grabs that faintly glowing red stone. Thanks to the fact that he had previously scanned the interior of the truck, he already knew exactly where it was. "Like this?" he asks, holding it up.

Juggernaut has posed:
Some memory of that is coming back to Juggernaut, yes. He's tussled with the strongest there is, quite literally, but that doesn't make it any less annoying when it's clear they're tough enough to do the proverbial taking a licking and keeping on ticking. Mind you, his swat is probably just a love tap as far as he's concerend. The sound his knuckles make as he tightens his fist in growing anger indicates much worse may be on the way.

"That's MINE!" he rumbles in a thunderous bellow, "I paid alot of contacts to track that down and I need to make sure it's legit and not a false lead! You're makin' the supreme mistake o'pissin' me off!"

Juggernaut's legs crouch..and he suddenly leaps! He's no Hulk, mind you, but he can still clear buildings if he wants to and this time he hauls a massive fist back, biceps swelling to give the impression of a buick under his hairy flesh as a potential punch that would daze and batter the Savage Hulk and Thor winds up, fueled by the giants growing frustrations. "Drop it!!"

Mon-El has posed:
    Now, Lar hadn't actually been fully certain if that was the actual object Juggernaut wanted. Which was the point in asking. But now it's quite clear, with the rather emotional reaction he gets. He hovers into the air a few feet above the broken truck, smirking. "Wouldn't be the first time, but I have to admit, that time I wasn't 100 percent myself." Right, so that had been -easy- mode. "Which was why I accidentally wrecked your target. For that I genuinely apologize."

    He looks at the stone in his hand as Juggernaut makes his demand. "Yeah? Come -get- it!" And with that, he rockets up into the air, zooming off away from the city. But not so fast that Juggernaut wouldn't be able to catch up. It's almost like he -wants- the giant to follow him.

Juggernaut has posed:
Alas..Juggernaut is an old hat at this. Sure they call him dumb, stupid, slow, whatever...and sure he's his moments of single mindedness.

But it's not limitless strength alone, or claims to it, that make him so highly sought after. He's cunning..and cruel when provoked to cruelties..

A cruelty that manifests in the form of the armored truck, still with the injured inside attempting to gain footing, suddenly being up ended as Juggernaut lands from his missed leap, shaking the ground on the other side of the truck..reaches back and then hauls it up into a massive hand. The men cry out, tumbling about along with the goods being transferred as Juggernauts growing anger removes from him what little compassion and mercy he does carry and Cyttorak begins to urge the giant to loosen more restraints.

"You think I'm playin' with you??" he bellows before shotputting the truck up and after Mon-El, the people trapped inside as the missile soars and Juggernaut begins looking for another target to vent his wrath on.

Mon-El has posed:
    The truck comes flying--with the innocents trapped inside. Lar stops, then swings into a full 180 as he flies back to meet it in the air. He catches it with one hand by its undercarriage, then lowers it gently to the ground, setting it down in an empty parking lot.

    If Juggernaut was trying to prevent the Daxamite from running off with the stone--well, he's succeeded on that front, at least. Lar does come back to the giant's position, hovering in the air right in front of his face with that glowing stone in hand. "You think you're smart, do you?" he jeers, although that smirk is gone. He's actually angry, now. Angry at Juggernaut's cruelty but also angry at himself for not ensuring those men were out of the way before he started trolling. "You think you've won?" With that he floats slightly higher and turns, cocks back the arm holding the stone and -throws- it as hard as he can toward the sky. Certainly, no sane Terran would want to go up against him in a game of baseball. The stone goes flying far out of Juggernaut's sight range, and furthermore, it reaches escape velocity and likely becomes another piece of space rock orbiting planet Earth.

Juggernaut has posed:
Irony upon irony - Juggernaut did this exact same thing once upon a time with the original Crimson Crystal of Cyttorak to prevent anyone else from getting the powers of The Juggernaut after discovering that two people enchanged from the same conduit split the power. So he ended up..just..throwing it into the depths of space.

To have Mon-El do that exact same thing to him right now is..well it causes brief self reflection.

"What the..nooo!!! What have you done!?!"

Juggernaut gestures, wildly, "If that's what I think it is..you've just sent pure -power- out into space..into -anybodys- hands.. and that was mine! it could enchant who knows who into having who knows what sort of power! You idiot! You've -ruined- my plans and given wild magic into who knows, hands!"

Of course Mon-El couldn't have known that..and furthermore..Juggernaut is wrong. The gem he sought is not even close to the real thing.. Merely a trinket now, dying with the last embers of magic the a cult of Cyttorak had enchanted it with ages ago. But he was hoping to find out the truth and now he never will.

"I should break you in half!" he bellows.. The urge of a full on rampage starting to rise within him as he points at Mon-El.

Mon-El has posed:
    It was true, Lar had no idea what it was. And for a moment, he falters, questioning whether he had made the right decision or not. Perhaps someone even -worse- could come into possession of it. But he doesn't let that show. "Since when are -you- worried about someone with ill intentions getting their hands on something powerful? You suddenly start caring about innocent people now or something? Or are you just afraid of one more person who can actually go toe-to-toe with you?"

    He shrugs. "Whatever. Whoever might happen to find it instead of you at least has a pretty good chance of being a better person than you."

    The smirk comes back as Juggernaut looks about ready to throw a tantrum and threatens to break him in half. "I'd like to see you try, you oversized toddler."

Juggernaut has posed:
"Yeah? How about Doctor Doom, you fool? Or some alien force that has an eye on Earth. You're just some bratty kid with to much power." Pot and Kettle, sure, but Juggernaut's boiling anger is settling into a simmer now. "You're a hot headed prick that's to arrogant to know what's right in front of you and it's gonna leave you laid out, one day, with nobody even carin' to come after you.."

Perhaps personal experience speaking but he shrugs that off as his wrath verbalizes itself, "I'm the guy they call to break apart and take down a Hulk, boy. You aint got the power and as tough as you are..I'll wear you down eventually..but you'll -never- wear me down..and I'll leave this place a smokin' crater with you to blame for not bein' able to stop me...."

Teams are needed to truly deal with Juggernaut. He's not a foe physical force can defeat under normal circumstances...but it is this threat of potential back up to Mon-El and the fact that his true target is now gone that is beginning to hold him back. A tussle with the Daxamite just to prove a point is fruitless now. Unlike Hulk, a 'Juggernaut Rampage' has to have some value in it even if it's a distraction for someone else to pull a heist off.

The sirens are his cue, less SHIELD show. "See y'around kid. Next time you won't even see me comin'.."

He turns and begins a wild charge, thundering away from Mon-El and towards the Brooklyn Bridge and more importantly the waters it crosses over.