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Akula	Night's fallen on Gotham. While the pier is largely shut down, the restaurants and marinas closed, the light house still shines out onto the bay. The weather is clear, the tide is high. Freight ships moored near a cannery gently rock with with the waves, slowly, serenely, the lullaby of the ocean at night. The fish markets will open early in the morning, delivering super frozen tuna and other ocean catches to the selling floors, some going to Chinatown, some to high end restaurants within the heart of the city proper. Other catches are simply cooled by ice, not needing the deep freeze. A refrigeration truck at the dock is presently being loaded with frozen and fresh fish. It's about to be raided. Coming up out of the water is an enormous figure that only seems to get larger as it comes. A massive tail sweeps the water behind it, a fin rises from its back. Somewhat hunched over, it is creeping on all fours towards the refrigeration truck. Within ten feet one of the workers finally spots it and shouts in alarm, gathering the attention of the other workers quickly. Having been spotted, the creature bellows an unearthly sound and charges.
Akula	Night's fallen on Gotham. While the pier is largely shut down, the restaurants and marinas closed, the light house still shines out onto the bay. The weather is clear, the tide is high. Freight ships moored near a cannery gently rock with with the waves, slowly, serenely, the lullaby of the ocean at night. The fish markets will open early in the morning, delivering super frozen tuna and other ocean catches to the selling floors, some going to Chinatown, some to high end restaurants within the heart of the city proper. Other catches are simply cooled by ice, not needing the deep freeze. A refrigeration truck at the dock is presently being loaded with frozen and fresh fish. It's about to be raided. Coming up out of the water is an enormous figure that only seems to get larger as it comes. A massive tail sweeps the water behind it, a fin rises from its back. Somewhat hunched over, it is creeping on all fours towards the refrigeration truck. Within ten feet one of the workers finally spots it and shouts in alarm, gathering the attention of the other workers quickly. Having been spotted, the creature bellows an unearthly sound and charges.
Spiral	Not too far away from the docks, the young mutant anti-mutant terrorist known as Spiral looks out to the horizon from the perch she had taken up, and slowly lowers the notepad and pen she was making notes on with her lower left and middle right hands. "Ooo... what's that?" She asks no one in particular and with a supple flick of two wrists, the six armed mutant is suddenly on top of the truck being packed and she lowers down so that her six arms spread out like a spider and slowly inches her face towards the edge to get a better view. Spotting the large fishy-thing, Spiral licks her black painted lips as she lifts her right hand to grab her hair and pull it back to that it's not dangling down, able to be seen by any rogue figures.
Akula	As the creature comes into view by dock light, Akula can be fully seen. Definitely some kind of mutant or metahuman, perhaps even one of the oceanic races - part shark, part human. The dock workers drop what they're carrying and scatter, crates busting open, packages of iced fish sliding out onto the ground. One dock worker is absolutely petrified, frozen in fear, as the enormous mutant stands up in front of him. She's completely devoid of any clothing, but nature has seen fit to make her as visually inoffensive as the sea life she seems to share genes with. She pauses, grimmacing, before shouting at him in Russian. <<What are you waiting for, Americanski? Get out of here!>>
Spiral	"Whoa... it talks... I think." Spiral says to herself, dropping her hair out of her hand and looking down, and curling her chin against her chest to look into the truck she's on and says, "Do any of you guys understand th- Oh. You ran away..." She scracthes her leg idly with her cybernetic hand. "Cowards." She says to herself again before shrugging and standing up, pushing up hard enough to stand on her feet without much more effort. The witch then steps off the truck and does a six point landing and with her two free hands, a pair of swords form in each and she slowly starts to step forward to Akula. "Hey! You a mutant?" She asks loudly, leaning against a sword hilt and lifting the other sword to aim at the creature.
Akula	The last dock worker screams and finally runs, his mind finally getting through to his legs. So far, Akula is alone, and she reaches down to the dropped fish, collecting dressed salmon into one arm. At least until she's interrupted by someone else. Standing up again, Akula finds herself approached by a six armed woman carrying swords. The words are lost on her, at least for a moment, as she tries to remember the military English she'd been taught fifty years ago. The swords, however, make it very clear that this creature is a combatant. Akula narrows her eyes, looking down at the sword pointed at her. << What do you want from me witch? >> she grunts.
Spiral	"You don't need to call me names." Spiral says, lifting her sword that she's not resting against and using it to pick a bit of dirt out from under her thumbnail and then flicks it away before stepping towards the larger woman. "You presume all wrong. I'm here to help you!" "Yes. Help." She says, twitching her hair so that it covers her face and then snaps her attention back to Akula with a devious smile. "You have goals, right?"
Akula	English. That's what this woman is speaking. Akula dredges her memory to communicate. "Goal is eatink," she replies in a thick Russian accent. "If helpink, get fish." She crouches to continue picking up the last few salmon, grabbing one of the busted crates to use as a makeshift basket. So far, the shark woman is not very friendly or communicative. It's like she doesn't trust strangers, or something!
Spiral	"I can help you. Help you find fish. Help find fish everywhere!" Spiral says and lifting onto the balls of her feet, she pushes off with one foot, spining in a circle before stopping and thrusting a sword, pointed back at Akula. "You want that!" The witch seems to offer something to help the mutant girl gain a way to track fish maybe, or maybe not. It's Spiral who really knows what she's offering or even how. "I just need you to do some itty bitty thingie for me that, obviously I can't do or I wouldn't be asking such a -- large -- woman. Like yourself."
Akula	Akula snorts derisively, grinning, exposing sharply pointed teeth. "Amerikanskis always wantink you to pay for what you are doink on your own." She reaches into the crate, picking out a fifty pound salmon carcass. Her mouth opens much wider than would seem possible, and she pops the salmon into her mouth, tilting her head back like a sea bird to eat the fish nearly whole in less than a couple of seconds. She turns to look back down at Spiral "What do you want from me?"
Spiral	"I am offering you a way to find fish beyond your current means, and all I ask is that you do me a small. Tiny. Favor." Spiral asks, lifting one of her empty hands to make a faint gesture and slowly she moves to sit on nothingness. The witch working her magic and brushing a hand down her thigh, the skin tight pants showing off ever muscle of her leg. "I really don't care who does it, but I want someone to find the X-men for me. And I'll pay that person. Handsomely." The last word coming out as a deep, throaty almost growl of a promise.
Akula	Akula eats another fish. "Who are 'X-Men'?" she asks Spiral. "And what will you be doink to them?"
Spiral	"They're a group of vigillante mutants, and I will be bringing justice upon them!" She says this, two hands cover her eyes, two others lift with palms up to act as scales, she's trying to look like the embodiment of Justice. The two remaining hands carry the swords now with both tips pressed into the dock. "Help me find them, and I will teach you how to fish." She says symbolically.
Akula	Akula pauses. After a second, she bursts into raucus laughter. It takes her a few minutes to catch her breath, wiping tears from her eyes with her free hand. "Bahahaha! Piece of idiot! Why should I be carink for mutants? Why should I be carink for your 'jahstice'? I am fishink for tens of years! I am shark, you are horse with pedals!" She bursts into laughter again.
Spiral	Spiral's stance, face, and whole attitude quickly switches gears and she lowers down, angry at the beast before her for mocking her. "Do not think me weak. Monster." Spiral says and then her golden eyes twitch and within two hands appear a long staff with a sharp blade seemingly made from solidifed purple smoke. "You're going down Moby Dick!" And she rushes! Two swords and a spear lunge towards Akula's body.
Akula	Akula responds by throwing a dozen salmon at Spiral's upper body, each of them weighing between fifty to eighty pounds. Her tail follows suit by slapping nearby crates full of ice and fish towards the other mutant. She remains where she is, arms open and ready, the grin on her face widening, a feral gleam in her orange eyes.
Spiral	Spiral dodges a few slabs of stinky meat before her legs are taken out from under her and she lands with a heavy slap onto the concrete with her face and chest taking the brunt of the blow. Her nose is pracitcally leaking blood and her teeth are dripping scarlet. "You shouldn't have doen that fishface!" Spiral says, standing up, using her arms to stand back up before snapping the two wrists holding swords forwards to throw the blades at Akula, she holds onto her spear tight and tries to rush forwards again! Screaming violently.
Akula	Akula turns and slams her tail towards Spiral's spear, not to knock it away, but to -cause the spear to impale the side of it-. She thrusts out her forearm, fin extended, to catch the blades in a similar manner. She appears to have no fear of being injured *at all*. With her good hand, she waits until Spiral is much closer, and lunges to grab the other woman by the neck.
Spiral	Spiral is a bit surprised and has the magical spear removed from her hands, her strength lapsing due to the shock. The white haired woman is easily captured by the shark and is held around the throat. Five of her hands reach to try and free herself while the cybernetic hand lifts to Spiral's lips where she kisses it and then tries to turn her hand around and 'kiss' Akula while being choked. "Let me go." Spiral coughs out.
Akula	"You are lucky I am not bitink out brain--" Akula pauses when she gets a kissed hand put to her mouth, sentence cut off. What in the flying fish?! The bizarre reaction catches the shark woman offguard for a split second. Yep, this six armed Americanski is just plain crazy. Akula tries to fling away Spiral towards the ocean.
Spiral	Spiral soars through the air, tumbling and spiraling, until her arms and legs flail out catching the wind and slowing her roll. "Weeee!" She says before growling and her eyes squint as her two lower hands motion and gesture quickly and she tears open a hole in spacetime and the other end is just to the right of Akula. Spiral's momentum is carried and her six hands all reach up and out to aim a heavy circular shaped grouping of punches at the shark-woman.
Akula	Akula only has time to brush the swords out of her arm before she's suddenly assaulted by six fists at once. Taken offguard, she suffers the strikes. Her flesh is heavily dense, and her skin is covered in tiny toothlike scales which rasp like sandpaper. She takes a step back, rage growing. "OKAY, NOW I AM BITINK OPEN SKULL!" she roars.
Spiral	Rolling across the cement after the blow to Akula, Spiral slowly rises to her feet, blood covering half her face, and five hands shake the pain away from her many knuckles. "That, is something I think would hurt." Spiral says, with a tilt of her head and frowns. "But I think you mean me. My skull. Is that what you mean?" "I think that's what you mean. That's what I inferred."
Akula	Akula reaches down and yanks the spear out of her tail with a snarl and a spray of blood. Already the wounds on her arm are beginning to seal themselves. Breathing heavily, she glares at Spiral. "I should be making you shish-kabob!" she growls. "You are makink my patience into small! Otyebis ot menya!"
Spiral	"I think you don't like me." Spiral says with a huff as her hands dust off her chest, stomach and thighs, doing nothing really but getting them bloody. So with a snap of her finger the spear vanishes and is quickly unmade, then looking back up at Akula's eyes. Spiral's golden ones squint and then she breaks out a true smile. "Think about my offer." Then with a wiggle of her hips, and four hands making verious motions before she simply vanishes from the fight.
Akula	"Crazy [censored]," Akula grumbles. By now the police have been called and there are sirens in the distance. She drops the spear to the ground, grabs an unopened crate of fish, and jogs quickly towards the water, disappearing into it.