4643/Dark Towns and Dark Figures

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Dark Towns and Dark Figures
Date of Scene: 14 June 2018
Location: Outside the Gotham City Clock Tower
Synopsis: A giant turtle appears in Gotham. Amarok and the mutant have a bout in the street.
Cast of Characters: Shredder, Amarok




Shredder has posed:
    The stike of 1am, the clock tower lets out it's solitary chime. Standing like a monolithic watcher over the city, the dim light from the face staring down at the streets below. Something else watches from the shadows though. Steel gray skin, a dark mask across his face, a drawn katana in hand.
    It's a turtle. Jagged spikes come from his back, scratches old and scratches new on his skin. He paces in the mouth of an alley, irritably slapping his leg with the flat of his blade. "Just wait," he mutters. "I'm waiting. I always wait, why would they even say that?"

Amarok has posed:
A soft patter is all that preceeds the loud cocking of a gun from the shadows of the alley, "You look lost." Comes a call from about the same direction. A quick scan will have little trouble identifying a pair of glowing blue eyes through the darkness.

Shredder has posed:
    The turtle stops, then turns in the direction of the sound. "Lost?" he asks. "No. I know where I am. I'm bored. Eyes narrow behind his mask. "You want to shoot me?" he asks. "That's a bad idea. I don't like people shooting at me." There is a slight twitch of irritability. "What do you want?"

Amarok has posed:
The blue glow doesn't move, "I want that sword sheathed...." The monotone call replies, another cocking sound echoing out, "No one is getting cut up tonight." The monotone shifts slightly, adding a bit of command and menace.

Shredder has posed:
    The humanoid creature cocks his large head to one side. "Or you will shoot me?" he asks, expression darkening in the shadows. He steps forward better ino the street light, revealing that he is in fact quite a large being, easily seven and a half feet tall. "I'm here waiting. If you want to give me something to do to entertain myself, keep it up." He flexes his free hand, the three fingers wrapped the way that a fighter might wrap his hands.

Amarok has posed:
The voice calls again, "I dont entertain. I cripple. Final warning." It appears to be undaunted by the creature's size, as even still, the glowing eyes dont move.

Shredder has posed:
    The large turtle chuckles, and spreads his arms. "I'm a slow learner," he answers, inviting the attack.

Amarok has posed:
As the last syllable comes out BLAM! A double-barrelled blast sprays forth from the alley with a blast that could easily be mistaken for a howitzer going off. After the flash momentarily lights up the alley, the blue glow is gone.

Shredder has posed:
    The shot hits squarely across the turtle's chest. He scarcely moves beyond the normal reflexive wince that comes from the sound of the shot. He steps back out of the light toward the blue glow's previous presence, and then quietly looks around. "...well, that was anti-climactic," he grunts, uncertain where his opponent left to.

Amarok has posed:
Without warning, the turtle-man's head is axe kicked from above as Amarok drops back down from the roof. The kicked is immediately followed by a hard knee to the face from the other leg and the momentum is used to kick off from the turtle and land away from him in a low stance, a knife being drawn and measuredly held at the ready.

Shredder has posed:
    The unsuspecting brute takes both blows, his head snapping down and then up as the hard blow seems to have been more effective than the shotgun blast. He stumbles back a few steps, shaking his head for a moment. A mean looking smile comes across his face. "Oh, that's better," he answers in a deep tone. "I thought you were all talk for a second." He takes a lon step forward, and a sweeping kick comes from his leg. He's surprisingly fast for his size, and his reach, as would be expected, is significant.

Amarok has posed:
Amarok rolls over the leg, surprisingly fast even for his much smaller size, and the blade rolls with him, digging deep across the turtle's lengthy extremity and tearing out through the side as the wolfman once again makes distance from the turtleman. Without missing a beat, a trio of shuriken are launched arm of the same side.

Shredder has posed:
    The knife cuts, but the skin is tough, and while blood is drawn, it seems to be less to slow the terrapin than it would for a normal person. The shurikens stick into his arm, and he growls, brushing them off his skin before bringing his sword up. He slashes his sword forward, low enough for Amarok to similarly dive over it as before, but this time he follows with a brick of a fist that aims at center of mass to knock his attacker back.

Amarok has posed:
Amarok rolls over the blade as easily as before, but the fist seems to have been expected, as his own hand rushes to meet it, catching it, and using it as a balance to lift him into the air, holding straight on it like an acrobat. In a quick rythm, the blade in his hand is jammed hard into the turtle-man's wrist, forced in to the hilt, and Amarok swings off the arm, landing with a roll and spinning back as he rises, a pair of more blades readied.

Shredder has posed:
    The blade drives in, and a roar comes from the giant turtle, who frenzies forward even as Amarok lands on the ground, his next kick like a punt. While the kick may be enough to send him flying back, he follows with a mad slash of the katana and a punch from his free hand from the opposite direction. "Why do you want this!?" he bellows in a voice that rings through the dark street. Blood pours from the wounded left wrist, but he does not even bother to pull the knife free, frenzied into a rage.

Amarok has posed:
Amarok sidesteps punt, swats the slash away, and meets the fist head on with a knife straight through it, using the turtle's own force against it and burying the blade in to far for Amarok to recover in the same motion. Continuing the flow, he grabs the turtle's unmaimed hand and twists around behind it, forcing arm and head apart as set up for a merciless backhand just beside the eye. Throughout the entire sequence, he never says a word, never grunts, never roars, never even seems to breath irregularly. All is total serenity...An unsettling contrast to the violence it partakes in.

Shredder has posed:
    As Amarok lands on the turtle's arm and tries to spread his head and arm, he resists, his head nor his arm budging. The incoming blow meets not the turtle's face, but instead his clamping grip which catches at the wrist. He pulls the smaller figure free, and reaches over with his free hand to pull the knife out of it with clenched teeth, blood pouring from the wound as the blade clatters to the pavement.
    He holds the human outstretched, a crushing grip making it virtually impossible for a human to negotiate movement within it, and he stares him in the eye. "You are mean," he declares, his fist squeezing tightly around the wrist, just below the pressure required to break it. "And you are a liar."

Amarok has posed:
As Amarok is hoisted up by his wrist, his body coils about it like a snake, his legs wrapping tight around the turtle's neck and hooking at the feet as a fresh blade is produced and slashes sadistically at the gripping fingers. Even with the mutant turtle's much greater strength, Amarok's legs clench like a vice, and with the extensive blood loss, consciousness cant possibly be maintained for more than ten, perhaps fifteen seconds.

Shredder has posed:
    As the legs try to reach around the mutant's neck, his undamaged arm comes up and grips one of the legs, unwrapping it even as he finishes the squeeze, easily enough to break human bones, and swings Amarok down, still gripping the leg and arm until he finishes the powerbomb. While the initial momentum seems to be enough that it could be the end of the day, there is a sudden slowing as it reaches the concrete. It's still enough of a swing that impact would be extremely painful, but it's decidedly slowed from his full strength.
    Once complete, regardless of outcome, he quickly releases the man, pulling his bleeding hand back, cradling the bloodied fingers with gritted teeth, and he backs up. "You lied," comes the deep voice. "You said you wanted no one to be cut up." His expression looks genuinely offended, as if a promise had been broken.

Amarok has posed:
Despite the massive impact with the ground, Amarok is back on his feet almost immediately, "If the sword doesn't go in the sheath. I stop holding back." He says in the same dull monotone, despite the obviously broken wrist. Yet ANOTHER knife is pulled by the off hand in apparent emphasis....I'm starting to think this guy just MIGHT be crazy.

Shredder has posed:
    Slash looks down at himself. "I don't have a sheath," he says. Which seems to be true. The sword rests behind Dan now, but the turtle doesn't seem to make a moetion to get it. "You are hurt," he says definitively. "You like getting hurt?" he asks, confused at Dan's resilience. "You are a strong human. You are not afraid of me. You are also a strange human."

Amarok has posed:
Amarok's head tilts slightly as he looks over the turtle and sees he's not lying, he indeed does not possess a sheath. Amarok straightens slightly and returns the knife to it's sheath at his shoulder before taking a few steps back, "...Dont move." He says in the monotone as he reaches down and picks the katana up, looking it over inspectively, ".....Where did you get this?" He asks in a slight shift in his monotone, making it more command than question.

Shredder has posed:
    Slash hmphs, "I do as I like," he says in response to the order. He pulls the wrapping off his good hand, the left one, and starts to wrap it to stop the bleeding on his right arm. "I was given it, told to wait here. Are you going to try to steal it?" he asks. "You may not have it. I need to give it back."

Amarok has posed:
Amarok's gaze snaps up to Slash, "Who gave it to you? Who told you to wait here?...And more importantly, why?" He asks in that once again commanding monotone, still apparently not afraid of the giant turtle man that casually broke his wrist.

Shredder has posed:
    "That's none of your business," the turtle answers. "I don't ask why you attack strangers at night, do I?" he challenges. "Give it back," he repeats in a low growl, holding out his good hand for the weapon. He isn't intimidated by the human, either.

Amarok has posed:
Amarok pulls the shotgun and holds it at the katana, managing to hold the sword mostly steady in the hand with the broken wrist, "Tell me...Or you'll be picking up the shards for a week."

Shredder has posed:
    Slash's eyes darken. "I don't like bullies," he says, and starts walking forward, not in an attacking pose, but in a solid approach.
    Above, several figures appear on the rooftop, shadows against the night sky, and they disappear again just as they appeared.

Amarok has posed:
The sudden shadows dont go unnoticed, Amarok's gaze tilting slightly up as they flit through, "....Looks like I got all the answer I needed." The shotgun is tossed into the air, the blade tossed from one hand to the other, and then embedded a good foot into the ground before Amarok steps in front of it, "You're not getting this sword back until I know what you intend to use it for."

Shredder has posed:
    "To pound you in the face," the turtle grunts, not slowing. He reaches up to catch the shotgun on its descent. He waves it with a shoving brush of his good left hand as if it were a baseball bat. That hand has the force of a slowly moving truck, however, so while it is not fast or necessarily injurious, it is rather determined as he moves to grab the sword.
    Behind him, one of the shadowy figures starts to approach, garbed in black that is only scarcely visible. This one has a sheath with no sword.

Amarok has posed:
In a flash, the blade is pulled from the ground, stabbed straight through the grabbing and brought to a stop a centimeter into Slash's throat, Amarok having danced around to the turtle's blind spot in a blink, his focus no longer on the brute, but on the shadow as the broken wristed hand snaps up to his helmet, flitting vision setting to thermal.

Shredder has posed:
    As the blade whistles to his throat the turtle's head tucks into his shell. Natural reflex. He spins quickly, massive fist raised to come down upon Amarok.
    "Hold," comes the voice of the shadowy ninja, and it stills Slash's attack.
    "Don't tell me what to do," Slash answers, his head popping back out of his shell. Apparently he's not just that way with strangers.
    "Who are you?" the ninja asks. He holds a kunai in his hand, another hand on his sash. He's ready for an attack.
    Meanwhile, from the sides, the other three start to close, all poised and ready, but none of them speaking.

Amarok has posed:
Amarok's position when Slash retracted slit the turtle's neck from throat to chin, probably digging through the bone a bit. But beyond terrible pain for weeks to come, likely didn't cause any permanent damage. Amarok pulls the blade from the turtle and steps past it, apparently now ignoring the massive beast and focusing on the new arrivals, "....Unimpressed. Call off the others, I'm in a bad mood." Said in monotone, of course. It seems to be the...let's call it a man,'s only setting.

Shredder has posed:
    "Slash, we are not to attack, only observe," the ninja scolds.
    "He attacked," growls Slash in response angrily. He sludges past ignoring the rest of those present.
    "Slash!" The ninja starts to order again, only to receive a shove from the giant turtle, knocking him flat on his back.
    "I said don't tell me what to do," he answers, leaning over and pointing a bloodied finger down at the ninja. Maybe that's why he was needing to wait behind in the first place. The other three just watch, though the body language from all four seems suddenly awkward, caught with a poor sense of teamwork in front of an unknown foe. As for Slash, he seems to be done with the situation all together, starting to walk back toward the alley without even a look back.

Amarok has posed:
Amarok's gaze never faulters....I'm starting to think it's a robot under there, "...You should keep your pet on a shorter leash. Someone else might not have been as nice as me." He says coldly, giving the sword a twirl before suddenly planting it, whirling back, and shooting a grapple gun at Slash, hitting the shotgun dead on and renching it away from him. Without missing a beat he completes the spin and snatches the sword back from the ground, "....Now, where were we?"

Shredder has posed:
    As the grapple gun grips the shotgun, Slash looks down, and lets it go. He continues on without even turning around. The ninjas glance between each other, and the one on the ground nods. They pull each a small pellet, and throw it to the ground. There is a flash explosion followed by a gagging though not harmful smoke cloud. In traditional ninja fashion, they are gone by the time it clears.