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Post by ebonyviper on Oct 1, 2008 12:59:15 GMT -5
"Carl, you--" Ebony began, but was cut off by the rumbling in the shadows, "Okay, now where is that coming from?"
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Post by fierano on Oct 2, 2008 13:13:20 GMT -5
"Uh...it's not me..." Carl replied, backing away slowly. He checked his radar, no cop blips, though he'd heard of undercover cops going without radar.
As it was, there was more than one motor rumbling...and even a revving from the other nearby patches of darkness...
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Post by ebonyviper on Oct 2, 2008 13:30:07 GMT -5
Ebony wasn't thinking of blaming Carl for this one for she heard the engines revving from other shadowy places as well. She looked around, tensing, and trying to see just where exactly the revving engines were coming from.
Slaytor tensed as well, his Texas Ranger training beginning to kick in at the first scent of danger.
"Who's out there?" the Viper called out, "Show yourselves!"
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Post by fierano on Oct 3, 2008 11:48:11 GMT -5
There was a roar as something lunged out of the darkness at Carl.
"Whoa!" the M3 shouted, peeling out in reverse and narrowly evading it as the figure nearly clipped his rear-views and sped into another patch of darkness, back into the din of the rumbling.
He managed to catch a glimpse of the rear-end of its bulk. Its taillights seemed to be broken.
"Chrysler...this isn't your gang, is it!?"
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Post by ebonyviper on Oct 3, 2008 12:01:54 GMT -5
Ebony brought out her spikes as another form lunged out at her. She neatly evaded it and tried to swipe at it with her built-in weapons, but missed... by a narrow margin. It disappeared into the darkness as well.
"No," she answered, "I can't recognize them at all and they wouldn't attack us like this anyway! These must be what you were talking about earlier!"
Slaytor did a drop-kick at one of them, hitting it right in the nose. "Grr, they sound like they're everywhere! Feels like we've stumbled into a hive of some sort!"
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Post by fierano on Oct 4, 2008 12:41:36 GMT -5
"I was just trying to joke with you! I didn't think they were real! Dammit!" Carl shouted as a group of figures emerged from the darkness, surrounding the group. The "hoodhunters" were just as he'd described them, disfigured as if they came straight out of a zombie flick...though agile as if they were still cars and not zombies.
Carl rotated his rim-caps a bit, revealing a new weapon he'd been dying to try out...wheel shredders. He checked his radar...there were no cops for miles.
"I'm not going to go down without a fight...cops or...whatever the hell these things are!"
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Post by ebonyviper on Oct 4, 2008 12:56:47 GMT -5
"Not alone you're not!" Ebony said, her own spikes still out, "Let's see how these... things like it when their prey fights back!"
The Viper revved her engine and charged at one of them, intent on slicing into its fender with her spikes.
Slaytor had produced his own weapon, cleverly hidden within his double-edged swordlike spoiler, and welded it like a professional. He smiled at the "hoodhunters", baring his teeth at them, taunting, "C'mon, kiddies. Let's see what you got against a guy with a katana."
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Post by fierano on Oct 5, 2008 13:03:24 GMT -5
((Let's try dividing the hoodhunters' reactions between ourselves, you RP the ones my character/s are attacking and vice versa?))
One of the hoodhunters tried to slide to the side, screeching as Ebony's spikes managed to make a fairly deep cut in its side wing. It quickly unsheathed a rather crude-looking baton that could clearly cause a lot of pain if it impacted...which it tried to do as it turned to face the Viper. It called its comrades to try to separate the Mustang and corner it...
Carl re-calibrated his radar to seek out the hoodhunters - there appeared to be six of them. "Two to one odds...I love being outnumbered," he said before peeling out and charging between a pair that had decided to take him on.
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Post by ebonyviper on Oct 5, 2008 13:25:46 GMT -5
(((((OOC: Okay... I'll try...)))))
Ebony growled as she countered the baton that swung at her, turning just so that her side spikes would catch the weapon before it could strike her in a vital place. Pain was the last thing she wanted to feel this night. She glanced over at Slaytor, who was holding his own against her opponent's comrades, before she had to parry another lunging attack from her hoodhunter.
The Mustang swung his sword at his attackers, keeping them at bay, and trying to watch his girlfriend's back in case any snuck up on her unexpectedly. He really didn't want to kill, instead only wanting to run them off, but with the odds against him at the moment, there wasn't much of a choice...
Meanwhile, the other pair, two Mitsubishi Eclipses, one a Spyder and another a Hatchback, that Carl charged at, brought their weapons to counterattack. They swung at his fender as he came near them rapidly, trying to inflict terribly injuries on him.
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Post by fierano on Oct 6, 2008 13:18:07 GMT -5
Slaytor's attackers, two four-door models from GM's inglorious 1980s, shuffled back as the Mustang swung a sword at him, before dividing out and attacking him from both sides with makeshift spiked fenders. The baton-wielding hoodhunter growled as the baton got stuck in Ebony's spikes, before ordering his companion - a Cadillac Cimarron - to use his own set of tire shredders.
Carl, as it happened, had slightly worse luck. He managed to sideswipe one of them, but got nicked on the roof by the Spyder's weapon. "Grrrgh! I'd better not turn into one of you guys for this..."
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Post by ebonyviper on Oct 6, 2008 13:37:36 GMT -5
Slaytor growled as the two GMs attacked him on both sides. He managed to deflect the first attack, but didn't have time to do the same with the second attack and shouted in pain as one of the weapons jabbed him in his side.
Ebony, in the meantime wrenched the baton out of the hoodhunter's grip and flung it aside. Rearing up, she growled and flicked her spikes threateningly. "Invade my territory and attack unsuspecting cars, will ya? Yer gonna pay for that!"
But upon hearing her Mustang's painful howl, the Viper turned to see what was had happened, but left herself open to attack and injury by the Cimarron that she had forgotten to take into account.
The Spyder and the Hatchback (female and male respectively) turned, unperturbed, but more determined than ever and split up to take Carl on both sides as well, their weapons aimed to kill, reaching out in front of them. Snarling, the two charged again.
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Post by fierano on Oct 7, 2008 0:53:15 GMT -5
Things were getting bad, and getting bad fast. Carl and Slaytor were injured (the hoodhunter that jabbed him grinning as he tried to wedge his weapon deeper into Slaytor's sheetmetal...and Ebony was about to get skewered. "Ebony! Look out!" Carl shouted as the baton-wielding hoodhunter recoiled back for another swing. If she got hunted down, then it'd be six against two...and worsened odds were just that. He had to do something quick.
Time seemed to slow down - at least in the M3's perspective - as he peeled out in reverse (hopefully making the two Eclipses crash into each other and pulled a 180. He turned to the side just a bit, lunging straight at the Cimarron with his side, wheel shredders spinning at full throttle.
Eat Speedbreaker, you sons-of-...
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Post by ebonyviper on Oct 7, 2008 9:25:44 GMT -5
(((((OOC: Should I bring in Kamui, or should I wait a little while longer?)))))
Ebony heard Carl's shout almost too late. She turned just as the baton jabbed toward her side, piercing it. "Ah!" she yelped painfully, and jerked her spikes toward the offending weapon in response, to to try to wrench it out of the hoodhunter's grip. Even slightly injured, she was like a rabid wild animal, facing down an enemy that threatened her boyfriend, an old aqcuaintance, and herself.
Slaytor glared at the two that pinned him with their weapons. The pain was awful, but he was not backing down without a fight. Like all Mustangs of his breed, he wasn't about to give up just yet.
Misjudging their charge for only a second, the two Mitsubishi's made a wrong move at the wrong time, missing Carl by inches. They crashed into each other. Now they had to fight to extradite themselves.
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Post by fierano on Oct 7, 2008 13:23:11 GMT -5
((Go for it. (: Thought about bringing in that pimp Cadillac to try to scare them off with a shotgun but that probably would get him eaten anyway. XD))
Carl, as it happened, ended up broadsiding the Cimarron, probably putting it out of commission with extreme force...at least it's what he thought until the Cimarron started to rev, slashing Carl's front left tire and a bit of his wing sheetmetal as well trying to get free.
"HNNNARRRGH!"
I'm not going to go down here...no....
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Post by ebonyviper on Oct 7, 2008 13:48:59 GMT -5
(((((OOC: I'm a little rusty playing her and I probably won't give her much justice here, but I'll do my best... ))))) A blue car of Ford Focus size and shape, with Piston Cup decals and the number 85 on her sides and the Flo n' Go sponsor decal on her hood, came upon this scene just at this moment. Recognizing a few of her friends that were being attacked, she unlatched the huge blade fan from her roof, unfolded it and charged it up. "Yo, jerkoffs!" Kamui Exan shouted loudly as the electricity began to course through her blade fan, "Back off from my friends or be electrecuted to a crisp!" The two Mistubishis had managed to extradite themselves from each other and were just about to launch a counterattack on Carl while he was busy with the Cimarron when they heard Kamui's shout. Then they turned their attention on her. "Kamui!" Ebony shouted, ignoring the pain of her injuries, as she fought off the two that had pinned down Slaytor, "They're hoodhunters! Watch yourself!" "That's no problem, Ebony!" replied Kamui as she sent a bolt of electricity shot out of her blade fan at the Mitsubishis, then yelled at them, "You see? Back off, jerkoffs! I mean it! Don't make me use its full power!"
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