Mission #97: Meet George Stetson...

[Randy Savage]

Well so far, this entire day had been a bust! Randy thought as the ran under a building awning to shield herself from the rain. Thunder boomed overhead as she ducking into the building. It was a simple noodle shop and there were a couple others huddled inside as well. For the past two days the island had been plagued by a brutal storm. The murmurs around the island acted like it was a warning to the impeding doom of its inhabitants. Randy hadn't gotten the full version of the story out of anyone yet but she planned on it now. Her original reason for coming to this island was a bust so she hoped to at least make it interesting.

Randy had come to Stetson island to try to tag a bounty. At the moment, she was separated from Devlin, who had come along. Apparently, this bounty of theirs was throwing a big gala party event to show off how powerful and untouchable he was. Today was to be the day of the even--the plan was to show up, enjoy some free food, drinks, and dance. Then, just before the night got boring, they were going to bust into action and grab themselves a bounty. Unfortunately, that plan was cancelled. The constant storm and torrential downpour had apparently been a huge party deterrent. It was postponed until the storm stopped. But that was the least of the island's worries. There was something big brewing under the surface; Randy could feel it in the air and see it in people's faces. 

Her outfit was surprisingly fancy for her. It was a backlass dress with straps that wrapped around the back of her neck. Her hair had been full and curly, but the rain ruined most of that. The dress itself was longer but was opened on both sides. To onlookers it would seem like she was just showing some leg, but for her it was functional. She would have a full range of movement in a combat situation. Her shoes were not heels, but wedges. Randy never was particularly adept at high heels; the best she could usually manage was walking like a dinosaur. But wedges still achieved the attractive rise without being quite as hard to walk in. The dress itself was a deep black, drawing a contrast from the bright red intensity of her hair and eyes. Her hair, even though partially soaked, still burned a fierce red--its color undeterred by the elements.

She stood for a moment watching the rain before turning away and walking into the noodle shop. Besides for the group of people huddled in the doorway waiting for a break in the rain, there actually weren't that many customers around. Randy found herself a booth and slid into it before resting her face on one hand, the other lying lackadaisically on the table. She still wore her gauntlets, of course, their stark gold providing further contrast to her dress. Before she could even take another moment to sigh a waiter had come up and addressed her. He looked worried but was still determined to get some business.

"Just give me whatever your spiciest noodles are and some good saki..." Randy trailed off before her mind snapped back and she realized what she should be asking about. "Oh! And do you know what's going on in this town? Everyone seems so morose!"

"You mean you don't know?!" The waiter snapped. "I'll get the newsletter! Hold on!"

The man scampered hurriedly away from her table. As he ran she couldn't help but hope he'd put her food order in first. She hadn't eaten all day; she was really planning on pigging out at this banquet. She finally let out the sigh the waiter interrupted and continued to stare out the doorway into the storm. Boredom was overtaking her. Normally, whenever she was bored her hair color would dilute and look flat right along with her. She found it strange though that today it didn't seem to calm down. It stayed vibrant and flickered a bit at the ends, almost as if in anticipation of an event. Briefly, Randy wondered if it was because of the storm.

The waiter returned and, thankfully, had her food. He set down a large bowl in front of her, a carafe of liquor, and a poster that looked like it was just ripped from a wall. Randy ignored it for a moment as she pulled a large orange pepper out from her dress. There were more than a few strange looks as she broke the pepper up into her noodles. The Sirach Pepper. Lots of creamy sauce without many seeds in the center. Fantastic on noodles. Randy was pleased she had one with her. She was prepared for if she had to season boring hors d'oeuvres. She read the handout over while absentmindedly shoving noodles into her mouth.

!!ATTENTION ALL CITIZENS!!

The wanted man MAD DOG DIGGY has taken refuge on our lovely Stetson Island. He is a wanted criminal. He has recently laid claims that he is "protecting" this island from the leering eyes of Marines and Pirates alike. While his claims are big, his bounty is small and we doubt this is the case. His recent propaganda states he will come down on the island with his crew of 300 strong if we do not bend to his demands. Stetson Island does not negotiate with terrorists. We do not believe he will attack but, if he does, you have been warned.

The Dickson Family.

Randy eyed the letter with interest. A crew 300 strong? That sounds super FUN! Randy couldn't help but let her excitement mount, her brain finally realized what her hair had been telling her for awhile now. She took a large gulp of saki while she thought of what course of action to take next. Should she try to find Devlin? Or should she just try to find him in the fighting? Maybe he just went to the boat to wait for her there. Randy continued to enjoy her food, anxious for the action that awaited her.

[☆彡 Youniverse]

"Listen pal, I heard what you fucking said, you think I'm short, don't yaaa!?~"

"Sir, I said no such thin-"

"Excuse me, I didn't quite hear ya, did you just say please kick my ass?"

Despite the awful weather, today was just an average day for Mikel, almost everyday he was picking a fight and today his "victim" was a mere civilian who was trying to find shelter from this terrible weather. The rain came down heavily and the thunder just kept on roaring, Mikel was practically soaked to the bone however that wasn't really important at the moment, right now, he was busy dealing with this foul-mouthed man who thought it was funny to pick on people who weren't quite his own size. In reality, this man was just muttering to himself whilst he ran along one of the island's many paths in order to quickly find shelter, the man was pretty tall, I'd say he stood around 7ft. Now, Mikel didn't actually hear the man insult him, he was actually just pissed off at how tall this freaking guy was and that was enough of a reason to stop the man in the middle of such terrible weather and threaten him. Anyways, Mikel had managed to catch the man off guard and trip him, Mikel then grabbed onto his collar and inched closer towards the man's face, completely forgetting that this man was entitled to his personal space.

"Fine, Fine. I'm sorry for calling you short, now can you let me go for crying out loud?! It's raining cats and dogs out here man." the man would decide to stop arguing with Mikel and just admit to something which he never actually did, he needed to get out of the rain as soon as possible after all.


"See, that wasn't that hard? Now run along before I change my mind."


Mikel would loosen his grip on the man's collar and the man would pick himself up and resume his search for shelter. Now that Mikel thought about it, he too needed to get a roof over his head, the weather out here was outrageous! Mikel ran towards the closest building, not caring if it was a house or a shop, if it had a roof it would do for now. Once he had slipped into the building, he leaned against a wall, his suit was now completely and utterly soaked. Man, maybe it was a bad idea to stop off at this island, Mikel had stopped here in order to round up some supplies and maybe find a place to stay for the night but the weather looked like it wasn't in agreement with Mikel's plans. He'd have to wait till all this rain had passed until he could finally resume his search for supplies. Mikel noticed something about the building he was in, a lot of people were present, maybe they were here for shelter aswell, the atmosphere in this room was gloomy. Was everyone in a bad mood cause of this weather? Or was there something else he was missing?

Pfft, whatever. Like he cared.

[Randy Savage]

Randy sat and calmly finished off the last of her food and drink. The bowl was big, but so was her appetite and, based on what she just found out, she would need the energy. It was nearly fighting time. The pamphlet didn't specify exactly when the pirate crew would attack, but based on the language used and how tense everyone else was acting, she knew it would be soon. The front of the shop didn't really have a door, just a high hanging curtain that most people brushed out of the way with their heads as they entered. Through the door opening she could see a man straddled over top of another, yelling at him in the rain. With the storm and thunder really coming down, Randy couldn't hear what he was saying, but she could tell by his intensity that he was deadly serious.

Perhaps I'll make it interesting. Randy thought to herself as she downed another saucer of saki. She could feel her body temperature was starting to rise. Randy wasn't such a lightweight that one large order of saki would have her completely gone; but she knew how much she needed to drink to have a good time. She continued to watch the man in the street--the other guy must have eventually said the right thing as the first man stood and let him scamper away. He idled in the rain for a bit before coming into the shop Randy was eating in. A sly smile slipped onto her lips. She took that as a sign that she should invite the man to a small game. He seemed to be itching for a fight anyway so she doubted he would decline. Quickly, Randy downed the last of her drink before standing up and straightening her dress. She gave a hair a playful flip as she walked, more by habit then purpose.

"Hey fella." Randy spoke, addressing the man as she walked up and stood in front of him. The alcohol in her system making her voice come out a bit more sexual than she would have intended, or normally liked. At the moment she barely cared however. "You see this?" Randy held the note out to the smaller man, assuming he would just pay attention to her. It wasn't until now that Randy realized how short this guy was. And she was no longer sure if he was a man or more of a boy. She was naturally taller than him, she could tell, but the wedges on her feet would exaggerate the effect, leaving the man nearly eye level with her cleavage.

"The name's Randy Savage. I'm in the mood to hit things." Randy was always a straightforward person--the alcohol made her moreso "Seems a big storm is rolling into town. A crew of about 300 mooks. I was fittin' to fight'em myself but, you look like you like to fight. And you also look like you enjoy a bit of gambling." Randy was taking a guess here. He was dressed in a nice suit and she knew this island had a reputation for a big mafia presence. Gambling was the normal form of entertainment around these parts. "I was looking for someone to bet against that I could beat up more pirate scum than they could. I don't particularly care about savin' anybody." Randy leaned in close to the man. "Sometimes, I just like to hurt people."

Randy leaned forward, making eye contact with the man. Despite her posture, she was still taller than he was. She enjoyed a good competition and hoped this guy did too. Either way she planned on going out into the storm and fighting the pirates. Three hundred men. Assuming the pirate wasn't bluffing, that was a lot of dudes. Randy had fought while outnumbered before but this would be a first. She wasn't intimidated, no not at all, if anything she was excited. Still, she knew it would be dangerous. Having another person in the fight would give her some breathing room, even if she didn't particularly know how reliable he could be. Leaning in this close to him she could tell he had a gun in his coat and some weapons on his sides. This reassured Randy. Yea, he likes to fight all right.

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Damn man, the people in here sure were quiet. What was it with this place? It looked like they were all preparing to attend a funeral or something. The only sound was that of the pouring rain and roaring thunder. Mikel would sigh, looks like he was stuck here until the weather decided to calm down, great. The worst thing was that he had little to no money on him so buying something to eat was out of the question. Mikel would remove his blazer, it was soaking wet ... this was his favorite blazer and his um.. only blazer. Yeah, remember how I said he had little to no money? I wasn't joking.  Mikel would just throw it over his shoulder, cross his arms and continue to wait for this freaking rain to stop. On the corner of his eye he noticed that a figure was approaching him, turning his head, he was surprised to see it was a young woman. Her most noticeable features would be her crimson long hair and golden gauntlets. She seemed to be a little taller than Mikel however for once.. that didn't matter! The fact that he was attracting the women was more than enough for him, size didn't matter, a woman is a woman. Mikel would play the cool kid act and pretend that he wasn't interested, yea, girls liked bad boys and that was exactly what he was.

"Hey fella."

Mikel would blush at the woman's words, the way she was speaking sounded like she was longing for Mikel. Ohoho. Were things suddenly getting hot in here or was it just him? Mikel would swallow hard, now that the woman was standing in front of him, Mikel was actually happy that he was short. He was literally face to face with her cleavage, Mikel would try his best to look away, his face turning into an even more crimson color, his face almost matched the color of the woman's hair! Mikel would try sneak in a few peeks but he'd try and make it not very obvious. The woman presented some sort of note in front of him, Mikel would try and turn his head to face her thought that proved to be a little difficult, it was as if his bones were rusty. Once he had finally managed to face her, Mikel would examine the note which was presented. Apparently a group of 300 mean were coming to attack, ugh... Mikel didn't want to get involved so he'd have to make sure that he got out of this stinking island as soon as possible. The woman would finally introduce herself, her name was Randy Savage and she liked to hit things. Ohoho.. hit things eh? Mikel didn't mind if this woman were to touch him, he did not mind at all~ As she continued to talk, her true intentions would show, she wanted to actually stay and fight 300 men!? And she wanted his help!? Mikel would sigh, she was pretty good looking and if fighting 300 men bought him more time with her, I guess he could stay just a little longer. Who knows? Maybe Mikel could perhaps get lucky. The thought of it caused Mikel to drool a bit. He noticed the woman draw closer towards him, of course Mikel didn't mind but what really spooked him was what she said afterwards. 

"Sometimes, I just like to hurt people."

Screw everything I said earlier, this Randy girl might just be nuts. Randy would wait for an answer from Mikel. Ugh.. uh.. the note mentioned something about a bounty so perhaps tagging along would gain Mikel some money to fill his almost empty pockets. Fine. Mikel would stay and help Randy would this 300 men. As for that bet... eh, he wasn't as eager as she was.


"F-Fine, fine. I'll give you a hand with these guys. Also, the name's Mikel. Mikel V Castro."


Just what the fuck was he getting himself into.

[Randy Savage]

Randy lingered for a bit, squeezing her chest and watching the boys face file through numerous different shades of red. She decided at this moment that he landed more toward the boy side of the spectrum, rather than the man but that didn’t bother her. He’d serve his purpose either way. At least this way Randy would get the added enjoyment of making Mikel spill his spaghetti all over the place at any opportunity she could. After he introduced himself, Randy stayed leaning forward, keeping hard eye contact with the boy. Too much fun. After a moment, Randy relaxed her posture and stood back up.

”Nice to meet’cha Mikel. So, for our little wager, how about we say whoever takes out the most of this pirate’s crew is entitled to the full share of the bounty!”

That sounded reasonable. To Randy, at least. The other people started glancing nervously at Randy and Mikel. Some of them even backed away nervously. They seemed none too thankful about two bounty hunters looking to fight on their behalf. Perhaps it was the language Randy used; making it clear she didn’t care about the people so much as the money involved. Laying a hand on her hip, Randy continued to stare at Mikel, a devilish smile speckled across her face while she waited for Mikel to acknowledge their little “wager.” She supposed he could back down, or argue for different terms, but honestly it made little difference for Randy. Mikel could make a bet as simple as saying he’d look cooler than her while fighting the pirates. That was enough for Randy. She craved to eek out every bit of excitement she could out of every encounter.

”A few guidelines though! Not allowed to kick any of my men while they’re down and claim them as your own kills. Any pirates taken down by both of us are considered ineligible for points! And if you’re incapacitated during the fight, all of your points will be forfeit to me. Deal? Feel free you negotiate your own terms. I’m very...” Randy couldn’t help herself as she let her voice slip into a low, sultry register. “...open for negotiation.”

Randy let her enjoyment mount as she taunted Mikel. She could tell she was getting to him and she was enjoying every moment of it. It was a different kind of excitement than flirting with someone in a club, or feeling the heat and tension from a powerful person in the midst of battle. It was a childish enjoyment she was getting, but she didn’t care. Randy has done much more childish things for far less; flaunting her body, something she worked hard to get, did not bother her in the least.

Glancing outside the door, Randy could see people running up the street, terrified expressions on their faces. This was more than just annoyance of the rain. There was fear in their eyes. Randy guessed that some of the pirate crew had begun to make their way through the island. Randy didn’t know how many there were yet, but her hair flickered and flared with excitement. It floated ambiently around her head, giving her a bit of a ghostly appearance. Some more of the shop patrons took up positions in the back of the store, no longer interested in huddling near the front where there could be danger. It was like they felt the pirates approach too. The whole situation had a very electric feel to it that continued to excite Randy the more she stood around. She needed to get into this fight already! Randy looked back toward Mikel.

”Any last requests before we start this brawl? All this waiting is making me antsy.”

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"Sounds good to me, after all, if we ain't talkin' money, we ain't talking at all."

Mikel would say as he slipped his blazer back on. It was as if she read his mind, Mikel really did need some money at the moment and this opportunity seemed like the perfect one to get some cash in his pocket. Plus, even if he failed to take out as much men as Randy, by pick pocketing the 300 men, he'd still manage to get out of this with more money then he started off with. Honestly, it was a win-win. However he'd have to be careful, 300 men sounded like a pretty large number, this wasn't like the street brawls he'd get into back when he was part of his father's gang. The people around them backed away, looks like this conversation was creeping them out. Mikel would turn his gaze back at Randy... she was different to all the women he'd met. Normally the typical female would go for something like pretty clothes or make up however she was longing for a battle. It was kinda bizarre but he wasn't complaining, this little plan is gonna get him some beli and that's all that mattered.. heck.. it might even get him something a little more. 



”A few guidelines though! Not allowed to kick any of my men while they’re down and claim them as your own kills. Any pirates taken down by both of us are considered ineligible for points! And if you’re incapacitated during the fight, all of your points will be forfeit to me. Deal? Feel free you negotiate your own terms. I’m very...”


Mikel was listening with open ears to what this woman had to say and he noticed that she paused. What was she planni-


“...open for negotiation.”

Oh sweet lord.

Mikel's throat turned dry, he had a few thoughts in mind, some not appropriate for this thread and some which he just couldn't muster up the courage to propose so he just stood there, sweating, blushing and shaking. He wasn't used to this flirting, he was normally the one flirting and the one getting rejected. Mikel decided that he was no longer going to stand and look like an idiot. This was his chance. He was gonna open his mouth and declare what he wanted like a man!

"I-I-I w-want y-you to.. TO-TO GET ME SOME... SOME.. SOME... AW forget it, let's just go..."

Mikel would just hang his head in shame, he had failed. This was his chance, what happened to all his confidence? Whatever, money was the goal here. Perhaps after this battle he could try again. From the looks of things, it looked like the pirates had arrived and that signaled the beginning of this "bet."

[Randy Savage]

”Not many people can keep up with me! Lets see if you’re different, eh?”

Randy blew a playful kiss toward Mikel before sprinting off down the street. The building they were in wasn’t far from the main square. Something about the standard rules of engagement of mass mooks vs PCs told her to go to the center of the town . As she arrived she could see shutters slam shut and doors close and lock. She wasn’t sure if it was the rain or the impending battle, but something was causing the people to board up in their homes. Randy could see on the other side of the square that an absolutely gigantic mass of men were coming through the town. They were breaking outside ornaments, tossing molotov cocktails into houses and buildings, shooting guns into the air, and just generally causing mayhem. She let out a low whistle as she tried to gauge just how many guys were in the square. Randy wasn’t able to get an exact count but if it wasn’t 300 men it was sure damn close.

”HEY!” Randy let out an authoritatively yell. Any sultry, flirting attitude she may have been displaying earlier had given way to straight confidence and battle hype. ”How about you pick on somebody your own size!”

That didn’t even make sense. Randy shrugged mentally. Sometimes her one liners were on point. Today was not that day however. For a brief moment, Randy mused the idea that the alcohol, while exacerbating her ability to flirt, blurred over the memories of her good one liners. She wasn’t able to tell, in her current state of mind at least, if this was a worthwhile trade. She cataloged the thought for later and would consider next time she was about to drink. For now she only wanted to think of the impending battle. In reality, this wouldn’t be much thinking at all. One of the number one things her father taught her about battle was to act on instinct. Whenever you thought and deliberated on your next move, even if it was the next best move, it would be infinitely slower than the fighter who moved on instinct alone. Thinking got in the way.

Her shout out earned her some swears, yelling, and general cat calls. She had expected that. To be honest, in her current outfit, she was surprised to even listened to her at all. There was no shyness in her posture--regardless of her outfit. Although not her preferred clothing for battle they were light, thin, and unobtrusive. That was all that mattered to her. The pirates began moving forward again. They weren’t sprinting at her but moving in a slight jog. Randy punched her fists together. Yea, this is going to be awesome. Sparks flew off of her gauntlets as she punched her hands together, her hair flickering wildly around her head in excitement.

”Alright Mikel, I’m a lady of kindness and it was my bet, SO, I’ll give you the choice; Ya want the first strike?”

Randy waited to see what Mikel wanted to do. He fidgeted nervously almost their whole conversation but she honestly couldn’t tell if it was the battle making him nervous or her. Of course, anyone in their right mind would be nervous fighting 300 pirates. Luckily, Randy was a bit loose in the head. She would blame the blows to the head she took during fight but Randy had been this way for as long as she could remember. Overwhelming odds always excited her, even when she was losing. For a moment she wished Devlin was there--fights with him were always exciting. He was one of the few people able to rack up as much damage as she could, as fast as she could. Now those were excting battles. No time to reminisce now though. Now was time for one of the bigger battles she had ever really faced. Her eyes searched the square for a good place to bottleneck the pirates, that would be her best bet at a “fair fight.”

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The little man would blush yet again once Randy blew him a kiss, holy crap, this was probably the most he's ever blushed in his life. He needed to keep calm and think straight or he was really gonna screw up in the upcoming battle, Mikel followed Randy's lead as she made her way over to the town center. Mikel's been in a couple of gang fights in the past but never had he had a fight against 300 men. The odds were against them here however this wasn't the first time the odds weren't on his side, if he kept his cool he would be able to get out of this fight without any major injuries. Once they had arrived at their destination, Mikel noticed that the houses here were all tightly locked up, looks like the citizens weren't gonna stand up to these men but rather seek refuge in their house. Right in the middle of the town center were a large crowd of men who were simply causing mayhem, sitting things on fire, breaking anything they could get their hands on, these guys really did look like they were enjoying themselves. Mikel made sure that he had his pistol on him cause he really was gonna be needing it real soon.

”How about you pick on somebody your own size!”

Mikel would shiver once the word "size" escaped from Randy's mouth, he'd normally be going crazy right now however he held himself back this time. After all, him and Randy were technically "partners" at the moment. Another thing he was annoyed about was how that one liner made no sense whatsoever, was she really trying? Mikel was gonna have to show her how it's really done.

"Ay, sorry to rain on your parade but all of you guys are going down!"

There we go, that line was so much better, however it seemed like those guys simply ignored Mikel and were directing their attention to Randy. Why? Was it cause he was short? Were they implying that he was too short to notice!? Was that it!? HEH. Well, they just shortened their lives. Not bothering to reply to Randy's question, Mikel would draw his weapon, a revolver, since they weren't close enough to punch he was going to have to start long ranged for now. He had some practice with his weapon in the past, he wasn't the best at aiming but you can't really write him off as bad either. 

Taking aim, Mikel would fire two rounds, hitting one of the men in the shoulder and the other one in the stomach. Both of the men fell to the cold and wet ground, tripping some of the men which were behind them.

"Two men down. Not bad, eh?"

[Randy Savage]

Rain on your parade. Dammit, I should’ve said that. Randy couldn’t help her face as it curled up disappointedly. Being a little tipsy was definitely affecting her one liners and it was getting more and more annoying. But man did it feel good to have a buzz in the heat of battle. So much adrenaline and blood pumping through her body. If she hadn’t been aware of how wet she was with all the rain around her, Randy would’ve thought she was in a warm room. Randy watched as Mikel took aim at the group of men and fired into their mass. You didn’t have to have fantastic aim to hit someone in the swirling mass of pirates. Two of them fell and Randy nearly laughed at the smugness on Mike’s face.

”Pfftthaha, two?” Randy couldn’t stifle her laugh. The next comment came out full of her normal sarcasm but with none of the tact. ”Wow, bravo. Sure have me worried.”

With that, Randy sprint off toward the center of the square; now it was her turn. Some of the pirates would notice her running toward them and pick up their speed to meet her. A menacing smile curled around Randy’s lips, her excitement mounting as she drew closer. Suddenly, her balance slid away from her and she found herself nearly falling. She stabilized her legs and found herself cursing at her shoes. With all the rain falling around, the natural oils in the stone paving, combined with the natural oils in the treated wood of her clogs were causing her balance to be slippery and uneven. Randy was not faltered and continued running and jumped, kicking off her shoes as she closed the distance on a handful of pirates. Her shoes both hit one pirate in the face--that wasn’t anything particularly deadly mind you, but it would be like getting hit in the face with an expected rock while running. As she floated in the air, Randy reached into the back of her dress.

”Jōshō Doragon: Con Carne Grenade!”

Randy tossed out two grenades satchels from her pack, passed the initial handful of pirates running toward her. The ducked past the packs, thinking they dodged the attack easily. A group of 4 pirates had broken off from the front of the larger group and was nearly close enough to meet Randy. The attack was not meant for them, however. The grenades landed right in front of the larger group and exploded instantly. The attack most likely would not incapacitate any of the pirates, but it would sent a few reeling and create an area of denial to give Randy some breathing room with the initial group of 4 pirates. Randy landed from her jump in a split, splitting nearly right under the first pirate. He swung at her haphazardly in the air, expecting Randy to land right in front of him, not duck below.

She threw up an uppercut into the man’s groin. The attack carried all of Randy’s momentum from the run here. As he howled in pain, his feet threatened to leave the ground from the force of the attack. Randy then opened her fist and grabbed the pirates junk in an open hand before then wrenching him back down to the ground. His eyes rolled backward in pain as he careened toward the ground completely off balance. One...Probably. Not slowing down, Randy placed a hand flat on the ground and lifted her body of the ground. She forced herself into a handstand, legs and dress flying up and around, hitting and kicking the other three pirates. As the pirates were reeling, Randy righted herself on her feet proper. She was on the first pirate before he had even begun to regain his balance.

”Yosumi Sutoraiki: Third Corner Vibration!”

Randy launched her hands forward and clapped them on both ears of the first pirate. His already loose footing gave way to full on imbalance as he reached his hands up to his head, trying to stop the vibrations that were shaking his skull. While he was disoriented, Randy launched a simple elbow forward and hit the man, unhindered, directly in the bridge of the nose. There was a resounding crunch as the first pirate crumbled to the ground. She spun to meet the other two pirates who had, undoubtedly, regained their balance. They met her and swung out with swords. Randy was feeling more reckless than usual and, instead of blocking the sword, reached out and grabbed onto the swords with gauntleted hands. She ripped them backward and pulled the swords out of the hands of both the men. As they stumbled forward in surprise, Randy’s next attack was vicious.

Her first strike was a kick to the stomach of the first man. She landed on her kicking leg, bending it in a right angle like the position of a forward lunge, knee up. The man she kicked leaned forward, the force of the blow knocking the air out of him, his head falling forward a bit above her knee. She would then reach out and grab the head of the other man who was still uneven from being disarmed. Using his own comrade like a weapon, Randy would bring the head of the second pirate down on the force, crushing his skull between his crewmate and her knee. Both pirates would bounce back, the one she kicked now only showing the whites of his pupils. As the other pirate stumbled backward, Randy would push herself toward him on her knees, sliding across the slick stone. She lashed out a kick at his shins--his equilibrium had been shot for awhile now so his balance was easily toppled by this attack. The man’s body almost looked cartoonish as his feet swept out from under him and his body went airborne. Randy’s sweep spun her body in a complete circle until she was back facing the man. Reacting quickly. Randy would scissor kick into the air, kicking the man in the face, causing his momentum to forcefully change direction in midair, flipping him backward.

As she landed on her feet, the entire rest of the crew was nearly upon her. Randy let out a squeal of excitement and a Yipee! as she ran forward and launched herself in the air again. The nearest line of houses were those directly behind the main mass of pirates. She would have to get to those if she wanted to use them as cover to fight the pirates on more even ground. Flying through the air, Randy with her knees on the shoulder of a nearby pirate. Squeezing his head between her thighs, Randy figured the pirate had a few, last minute happy thoughts before she wrenched her hips sideways and popped his neck. Twisting around his body, Randy vaulted off of his shoulders before he fell completely limp. She arced gracefully over the main mass of pirates. There were screams, hoots, yells, and gunshots as she soared above, just barely out of the reach. She landed adroitly on the awning of the nearest house. The building itself was on fire but Randy managed to land on the building a lot more gracefully than she though she would, given the alcohol in her system. The adrenaline was probably burning it out as fast as she had consumed it. Ignoring the debris, knives, and bottles that were thrown up at her on the roof, Randy would wave at Mikel wherever he may be.

”FIIIIIIVE!!” Randy would belt out at the boy, almost in a mocking tone.

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Looks like she wasn't really impressed, though Mikel wasn't expecting her to be. However the sarcasm in her voice really did piss him off a bit, noticing Randy take off towards the group of pirates, Mikel decided he wasn't gonna wait his turn. He was gonna kick some ass and get some money whilst he's at it too! Putting back his revolver, he would take out a pair of brass knuckles and slip them on before dashing towards the large group of men. As he ran, he realized that Randy had already started her battle, she was pulling out something from the back of her dress. Mikel would watch her remove two grenades from her satchel, his eyes widening at the sight, what was she planning!? The grenades landed in front of a large group of pirates, they would explode, separating four pirates from the main group. So that was her plan, to get some alone time with those four. Mikel would then direct his vision in front of him, looks like he was closing in on a group of three pirates who were too close to the explosion and were knocked away from the main group.



One of the pirates would notice Mikel charging towards them and he'd lift himself up from the ground and run to greet him with a kick directed to the young man's face. Mikel wouldn't stop to dodge but would instead preform a sliding tackle aimed to the man's supporting leg, the tackle would hit the man right in the shin and cause him to lose balance and fall face first onto the wet ground. Mikel would quickly lift himself up just in time to see a fist charging towards his face, he quickly side stepped, judging the punch just barely. He'd then grab the man's arm and give it a hard twist, he'd try and twist it clockwise before delivering a kick to the man's gut and tripping him onto the other man who Mikel had tripped earlier. The third one was faster than the rest, he had managed to sneak up on Mikel whilst Mikel was dealing with the other two. He would grab the shot tempered man by the neck and with his other hand would aim a flintlock to his head.

"You're done kid. Say you're pray-"

Mikel wouldn't give the man time to finish his sentence, he would deliver a hard elbow onto the man's stomach causing him to loosen his grip on Mikel. The man was taller than Mikel and for once, Mikel was happy that he was. Pulling back his fist, Mikel would aim for the man's chin before shooting his brass knuckled fist right onto the man's chin. An uppercut. The man's head would shoot skyward before he fell backwards.

"I ain't no kid, pal. Watch your fucking tongue."


Two plus three equals to five. Mikel has taken out five men in total. Mikel would then proceed to check the men's pockets, hoping they'd have a few beli to spare.

[Randy Savage]

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Every time I read text from your character, I can't help but hear it in Joe Pesci's voice.

Randy flipped her hair out of her face and taunted the first couple pirates that were clambering up onto the awning at her. They pulled at rain gutters and scrambled on top of each other, trying to get to the roof of the building as fast as they could. They were quite slow at it but they would eventually outnumber her by sheer force. The blaze of the building burned brightly behind her, the windows shattering out as the fires compressed all the oxygen in the building. Smoke billowed out as the first few pirates made it onto the awning to meet Randy. The first pirate rushed her and attempted to throw a punch into her face. Randy countered. Not with fancy maneuvering or anything like that, she simply aimed to punch directly through the man’s attack. Her gauntlet met his bare hand and she plowed through it. His attack would have force behind it, of course, but he would recoil at the pain of colliding with her glove and that would allow her to punch the whole way through. The man would start to stumble back but Randy would grab his free arm that was flailing about after her counter. She would yank him forward and twist his arm, forcing him down onto a knee while she drove his twisted arm upward. She would then drop an elbow on his own twisted elbow joint. There was a sickening snap but she wouldn’t get time to savor in his pain. Randy quickly booted the man off of the roof and hopped backward. *Crash*Wood splintered around her as a board broke over her back. Randy stumbled forward a few feet, wind knocked out of her from the blow. It didn’t particularly hurt, or rather, she didn’t particularly feel the pain. Nonetheless, the attack caught her off guard and she still stumbled forward. Randy, in her stumbling, fell toward one of the men who had just climbed onto the roof. He went to swing a sword at her. To some, this might have sent a twinge of panic through them, but for Randy her body reacted instinctively. She knew she did not have the balancing to slow her stumble, nor did she have the proper footing to block the blow. Her only option was to dive through the man. She let her stumbling carry her forward and dove. Her mass hit the man in the chest and stomach carrying him, with her on top, through the window of the burning build and onto the second floor of the building.

Flames licked and crackled around her, Randy’s hair flaring up to meet the fire and dancing with it in the air. Gleefully, Randy brought her fists down into the man’s face, pummeling him while he tried to regain his breath. She hopped up from her straddle on the man as the sounds of crashing glass and wood sounded behind her. Turning, she could see swaths of men pouring in from the window. Footsteps behind her alerted her to men coming up the stairs from the bottom. The house was packed with bodies--far too many to fight head on like this. Randy laughed maniacally as the pirates all around her rushed in. She quickly unhooked the pouches from her waist that contained her grenades. She carried a lot. Especially careful to leave a couple pouches of gunpowder on her person so she could use her Fourth Corner, Randy lost the rest of them. Pirates came in from in front and behind Randy. As the drew close Randy crouched and rolled to her side, running across the length of the house. The fire was growing hotter now, almost unbearable. The air was thick and hard to breathe in as she ran--her breath was short and painful.

There was a window on the side of the house. Randy saw it when she first crashed in. It overlooked the alley between it and the house next door, which also had a window. Throwing a fist forward to break the gas, Randy launched across the street and toward the window on its opposite side. Landing with a crash, Randy blew through the window frame and rolled across the floor. Having broke the window of the house that was in flames, a rush of oxygen stoked the already raging fire. A few pirates tried to leap the gap and weren’t quick able to make it. The fall most likely wouldn’t kill them, but walking might be trouble. Randy ducked her head down as the rush of flames ignited her grenade pouch she left in the room in the other house. Fire, debris, and wood all flared through the window of the house she was now in. She heard screams of pain and surprise as the entire second floor of the house was blown off. Randy’s grenades by themselves weren’t all that destructive, but she had dropped her entire satchel! Sure, she wouldn’t have any more grenades until she got a chance to restock, but the explosion was worth the expenditure.

Randy jumped to her feet and ran to meet one of the pirates that had made it through the window. On his own he probably wouldn’t have made the jump, but the explosion had launched him forward and in through Randy’s window. He had a spiked bat as a weapon, but one on one Randy didn’t think he had a chance. He swung down at her as she ran at him, desperate to cave her skull in. His attack was admirable, but being tossed by the explosion had made him off balance and a bit weak on his feet. She reached out a metal hand and stopped his swing. Bringing her other fist around she punched the weapon right at the base, slightly above his hands. The weaker, thin wood there shattered, sending splinters and wood everywhere. She brought the top of the bat that she held in her free hand down like a club, sticking the spiked weapon into the side of his face. With a swift boot, Randy planted a foot and his chest and kicked him out the window he came through, knocking over someone who was hanging on the window sill and trying to crawl in.

This house wasn’t quite on fire yet--it was just starting to spread because of the explosion she had caused. Randy bolted down the stairs and out the front door of the house. As she left the building she was thankful for the feeling of rain on her skin. Randy tilted her head back and closed her eyes, relishing the reprieve. She hadn’t realized how hot that fire felt until right now, standing in the cooling mist of the rain. There wasn’t much time to enjoy it though. A large part of the crowd had been looking for her in the debris of the house. The only pirates that knew she jumped across were decimated in the explosion. A yell of There she is! Get her! snapped Randy back to reality as she looked to her side to see a large wave of pirates crashing down on her. She could see Mikel in the background holding his own. There was enjoyment in the fact she managed to choose someone who hadn’t died quickly. She was sad that she had to split off and run down an alley soon, so as to not get overrun by the pirates. The openness of this square was dangerous. Not having him in view to taunt would make this slightly less interesting.

“Come and get me assholes!”

With that, Randy turned and ran down an open alley, hoping to funnel pirates in with her.

[☆彡 Youniverse]

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Lol, that's what I was going for.

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Great.

Just freaking great.

Out of these three pirates only one of them had some money on them, looks like these guys were in the same situation as Mikel. Mikel would sigh before he shoved the three coins into his pocket. Well, every little counts right? As Mikel got up and dusted himself off, he noticed that a few more men were now approaching him,  they seemed like they weren't very happy with what Mikel had did to their little friends. Before he had any time to make a witty comment, one of the men had already made a move. He wielded a baseball bat and was now using that bat to try and whack Mikel across the head, Mikel quickly ducked to dodge the attack. Once he evaded the strike, he sprung back up and delivered a headbutt onto the man's chin which sent him stumbling backwards. As soon as that happened one of the other men were already on the attack, he charged at Mikel with open arms and was attempting to hold the small man still, Mikel evaded this attack by ducking once more and slipping under man's legs. Mikel quickly got up and was greeted by yet another man attempting to rough Mikel up, the man used a knife and he was going for his chest, Mikel side stepped the attack and watched as the knife dug into the back of the man which he had just slid under the legs of. 

"Oops?" Mikel would say before shooting a punch at the man with the knife, sending the man tumbling to the ground.

Once that was done, Mikel would pull the knife out of the man who had just gotten back stabbed and watched as blood spurted from the open wound. Ouch, that really did look quite ugly. The man would fall forwards, yelling in pain. The bat wielding man wasn't down for the count and attempted to charge at Mikel yet again, hoping to catch him off guard this time. The man went for vertical strike, like last time the target was Mikel's head, Mikel didn't have enough time to dodge and would instead hold out his left arm to block the bat from colliding with his head. The bat would slam against Mikel's arm, causing him to curse under his breath, he had to admit that this man knew how to swing a bat. Mikel would then proceed to dig the knife into the man's stomach, causing the man to drop the bat and fall backwards. 

Another three men to add to his total it seemed. However something told him that these men wouldn't be the last of them.

[Randy Savage]

Sprinting down the alley, Randy’s feet were slick on the cobblestones. The rain was still coming down fiercely, deep puddles in the alley splashed on her bare ankles as she ran. Blood flooded through Randy’s, brightening her skin to a light hue of red. The excitement was really exhilarating. Bare feet slapping the stones underneath, Randy tried to think of how many men she took out in the last little scuffle. She could only say for certain like three? Maybe four? The explosion had undoubtedly gotten at least one or two more. And she had no way to tell who took them self out of the fight simply by whiffing the jump across the alley to the neighboring alley. Looks like it was going to be tough to compare numbers with Mikel afterward. Maybe the big captain himself would show up and they could just fight over him then. Mentally shrugging, Randy cleared her mind and returned to the task at hand. She had some ass to kick.

Sliding around a corner, Randy slammed her back against the back of a house. She waited a few moments and then a torrent of pirates sprinted down the hall past her. Waiting for just a few to pass, Randy pushed forward and booted one right in the side of the hip, sending his center of gravity straight into a nearby building. The pirates were in such a hurry that they hadn’t even noticed her pressed against the building. She ran up and gave the pirate on the ground a few more stomps before the others got their bearing and turned to strike on her. Torquing her hips, Randy launched out a back kick into the jaw of an approaching pirate. As he stumbled backward holding his face, Randy ran up his body. Leaping over top of the pirate, she came down with a hard fist into the next man behind him. Reflexively, Randy booted the man that she jumped over in the bottom of the spine, sending him sprawling into the larger crowd of pirates. The alleyway wasn’t the widest so the pirates stumbling over each other bought her some time.

She turned up the alley to face the three pirates that had ran passed her before she came out of her hiding spot. There was no hesitation in their attacks; they had been chasing after her for awhile by this point so their frustration was blooming. The first pirate launched out a wicked ax kick. Simply enough, Randy crossed her wrists and brought her arms up, catching his leg before it slammed into her. Launching out her own kick, she snapped him right in the groin, hitting him hard enough to life him off of the ground. He yelped in pain as Randy gave him a light toss, pushing him out of the way of the other two incoming pirates. Running forward, Randy delivered a jump kick to the chest of one of the pirates. He stumbled back and Randy pursued, landing a quick blow into his gut then pushing him up and hitting him in the neck. She had to keep moving and was using her attacks to force one pirate back. The other other pursued and steadily swung attacks at her from behind. She dodged the first with a well timed duck, keeping the focus on the pirate in front of her. At one point she stopped pressing forward and threw her head back, hitting the other man hard in the face. A sting of pain shot through her skull as she could feel the pressure of his teeth from her headbutt, but she ignored it.

As the pirate behind her stumbled back, Randy reached out for the pirate in front of her and grabbed him by the arm. She stepped forward with her right foot and bucked her hips into the pirate. Pivoting her body, Randy turned and tossed the pirate over her shoulder into the one she had headbutt. This attack put all of the pirates in front of her. The original crowd was finally starting to make their way over the pirate that was kicked into them. She considered diving into their midst and fighting them amongst their ranks, but that was dangerous. All it took was one lucky blow at that range for her to get dog piled. She turned away from the group and started running up the alley just as another group of the pirates showed up at the end of it. A group had apparently circled around and were now trying to pincer her. For a moment she looked between the group, debating which one would be easiest to dive into, fight, and then try to make it passed. There was a glistening out of the corner of her eye. Turning to her left, Randy saw a window to a house moving deeper into the town. She took her only viable escape route.

Diving through the window, Randy hit the wood flooring of the home with a thud and rolled to her feet. She rocketed through the home, cutting through rooms to get to the other side as fast as she could. There was a surprising lack of footsteps behind her, Randy noted, as she ran through the house. It seemed none of the pirates had followed her into the home. As she came to the opposite end of the house she jumped out of the window out into the alley. Just as she came to her feet and went to run up the alley, the group of pirates had appeared again, cutting off her escape. Turning around, Randy saw the other half of the pirates coming up in a pincer again. Using the same trick twice, Randy now jumped through the window of the next house. Moving through this new home, Randy couldn’t help but notice what a surprising ghost town this place had turned in to. This was about the fourth house she rampaged through and she had yet to see one non-pirate. Randy couldn’t decide if the people were just lucky enough to get out in time or if her writer couldn’t think of a way to do meaningful, non-combat NPCs in this setting. She shook the poisonous thoughts from her head.

This time the pirates did follow her into the home. As she came to the other side of the house she decided to turn around instead of diving through this glass too. She figured it might be easiest to fight her way out the way she came instead of trying to outrun those two large groups. Not only that but diving through double paned windows hurt! As she turned a sword careened toward her body. She slapped the flat side of the blade then slapped the pirate in the face. A mallet came down toward her, Randy braced herself, taking the blow to the shoulder. She tensed her body, doing her best to keep her shoulder in its socket and then shot her foot into the actor’s shin, splintering the bone backward. Turning instinctively, she jabbed an approaching pirate in the neck. He dropped his knife and stumbled backward--Randy moved forward and delivered brutal jump knee into his face. She heard glass shattering all over the house, but the windows hadn’t broken. Molotov. She could see out the window that a large group of pirates were just waiting. They were trying to keep her in the house and burn it down.

Randy shoved an approaching pirate out of the way and ran through the home until she found a flight of stairs. Getting to the second floor was easy enough, unfortunately; it seemed like the second floor was where most of the fire was starting. The air was already thick and smoggy. Pirates followed her up the stairs, desperate to keep her in the house. There was only one window in the second floor and, through it, Randy could see the house on the other side did not have a corresponding window. The house was only two stories high and she was running low on options. She considered fighting through the pirates but there were too many of them coming in. Not only that but the smoke was growing thicker by the moment. With a yell of frustration, Randy turned toward the window and ran full speed. Punching it as she jumped through, Randy tried her best to keep as much momentum as she could. She had good air time, hitting the opposite building with a hard thud. Keeping her wits about her, Randy planted her feet onto the opposite house and pushed with all of her might. Her body lifted off of the wood siding and she flew back toward the window she came out of. The plan didn’t work perfectly but she had just enough lift to throw a hand up and grab the lip of the roof of the house. A few pirates tried to reach up and grab her ankles but she climbed quickly onto the roof.

From up here she could see the pirates had done a lot of damage to the town. Although she was fighting the pirates it seemed she was keeping her word; she wasn’t really helping the village. If anything, her fight with the pirates had led them to destroy the town with more direct fervor, trying to force her out as she ran around the town. Taking a moment, Randy gathered her breath as raindrops cooly hit her back. Progress was going slower than she would have liked. It was going to take awhile to take out all of these pirates. Maybe she wouldn’t mind so much if Mikel was keeping up with her. Randy wasn’t sure exactly how long she could fight with this intensity before she got sloppy.

[☆彡 Youniverse]

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Shit, the NPCs were getting smarter it seemed. Instead of fighting close ranged, they were bringing out their flintlocks and switching to long ranged combat. The next wave of pirates were all wielding flintlocks, a smile on each of their faces, they seemed to think that they had the upper hand now. Looks like Mikel had to start using the environment around him if he was ever gonna take these guys out, the pirates all took aim and that was the signal to start running or he was gonna have some extra holes in his body. Mikel began to sprint towards a nearby house, barely dodging the wave of bullets which the pirates had fired, slipping out his revolver Mikel took aim at the building's house and fired reducing the window to nothing but mere shards. Charging at the window he jumped and landed on top of the glass which he had just shot, breaking them apart some more. He could hear the pirates drawing closer to his location, looks like he had three more rounds left in his revolver, he had to make them count. Looking around, Mikel seemed to have landed into the kitchen of the house.


Perfect.

Rushing over to the fridge, he opened it up and hoped to see some sort of alcohol chilling inside it. His prayers were answered as there was indeed a bottle of whisky inside, pulling it out he turned to see that the pirates were now making their way inside the building through the window Mikel had just smashed. The bottle was just about half full making it light enough to swing around, he chucked it at the first pirate to enter. The pirate would grab it with his free hand, confused as to why Mikel had just handed him a drink.

"Ey big guy, I decided that I can't fight you guys, you're too strong. How bout I join ya? Let's all sit down and enjoy a cold drink." 

It wasn't the best lie however this guy seemed like the type to believe crap like that. The pirate would examine the bottle by holding it up to his face, making sure that there was nothing wrong with it. Bingo, this was Mikel's chance, Mikel would take aim and shoot, shattering the bottle and spilling it's contents all over the man's face. Pulling out a lighter from his pocket, Mikel would chuck it towards the man's wet face, igniting the liquid and the man's head along with it. The man would scream and fall backwards onto his mates who had just arrived, setting them on fire too. Mikel quickly ran for the door, this building was gonna be up in flames pretty soon. As he ran, he noticed a young girl, tears in her eyes and her parents lying in a pool of blood behind her. Stopping in his tracks, the short man would look behind him to see that the kitchen's table was getting devoured by the flames, it was spreading quickly. He looked back at the young girl. Fucking hell, he had no idea what to do... should he run or should he save this girl, she'd just be extra weight but Mikel wasn't a total douchebag. Quickly running into the room, he first check the dead father's pockets, pulling out a fat and juicy wallet. Oooh boy, the fucking jackpot baby! This was what he called cash! Slipping the wallet into his blazer's inside pocket, he'd lift the young girl and dashed to the room's window. He jumped and broke through the window, the shards of glass skimming his face and knee. Landing onto the wet ground, it looked like the rain was getting heavier and heavier. The young girl which was on his right shoulder would just bawl her eyes out, not helping Mikel in any way, shape for form. He'd put the girl down onto the ground, away from the glass before kneeling down to face her. 

"Listen. I have no idea who you are but you gotta run, ok? Get to some place safe and I'll visit you again once you're a bit more grown up. Maybe then we can have some real fun."

Wow, he was hitting on a girl younger than him. This just shows how lonely the poor gangster was, but a girl was a girl and it was a man's job to answer a woman's cry for help. The young girl would ignore Mikel's words and run off into an alleyway, away from the pirates. Mikel would stand up and put away his revolver. Innocent lives should get in the way of fights like these, Mikel was determined to a better man than his father, to be apart of a better gang than his father and to lead a better life than his fathe-

A bullet shot into Mikel's left shoulder. Fuck, that what he gets for not paying attention.

[Randy Savage]

A grunt caught Randy’s attention to the side of the roof. Looking over, she saw one of the pirates just starting to pull themselves up onto the roof. Guess breaktime is over. Running over, Randy launched herself into the air in a coiled dropkick. Launching out her bottom half, legs slamming into the pirate and sending him flying off the roof and back down the alley. She glanced over the edge. There was a pirate scream and a hailstorm of bullets and debris were launch up at her. She jerked her body back from the ledge, avoiding the barrage of projectiles. They were getting mad. Randy stomped on the fingers of a pirate who was trying to pull himself up onto the roof too--mashing them until he let go and either fell back into the house or down to the ground below, Randy wasn’t sure. Fire was starting to eat through the roof and her feet were getting hot. She almost managed to forget the building was on fire.

A part of Randy wanted to round back toward the town, maybe toward Mikel to see how he was holding up. Running over to a roof opposite the one the pirates were climbing up, Randy launched herself across the gap without looking down. She cleared the space between the two buildings and landed on top of the next one over. Luckily these alleys were tight and the buildings were close. That’s part of how she’d been able to avoid gunfire so far too; they had been too packed for the pirates to risk firing in to without mowing down their own men. With a huff and a running start, Randy launched herself across the gap of another alley and onto the next roof over. She wasn’t running from the fight, no, but instead reorganizing it into her favor. The pirates were starting to get agitated and impatient. They were lighting buildings with their own men on fire and firing up onto roofs that others were trying to climb on to. She had made the mad and that was only making them more dangerous. She wanted to run them out a bit, get them a little tired and maybe cool their anger. It was such a lovely night for a run after all. She leaned over the edge of her building and whistled down the street, getting the attention of the mass. They were still trying to get onto the building she had started on, despite the fact it was nearly engulfed in a fiery blaze.

A few screams and hollers later, the pirates were running down the alley, following Randy who was running on the roof’s edge. It was in times like this that Randy daydreamed what it would be like to be far more powerful than she was. Of course, she always had a high opinion of her power but what if she could simply topple one of these buildings onto her pursuers? How cool it would be, she mused, if I could heft one of these buildings and just chuck it down the alley, decimating the pirates... Some day. Snapping back to reality, Randy slid to the next roof instead of jumping. The next building was only one story; she landed in a roll as she came up to her feet and continued running to the opposite edge of the building. Dropping down to the alley below, Randy was once again on street level, pirates in tow, running through the city. Bottles broke around her and bullets rang out through the alley. It almost seemed like they were firing more to scare her than actually try to hit her. She had managed to put a healthy distance between her and the pirates, but her run was fairly leisurely, allowing them to keep pace.

Turning the corner, Randy sprinted up the next alley. This one angled upward a healthy amount. Running up the hill, Randy took the time to turn and see the pirates struggling to follow her up. It wasn’t that it was hard to travel, but all of the running and excitement were wearing the pirates down a bit. Randy always prided herself on her conditioning; her father had always complimented her on her ability to fight continuously. Taking a deep breath, Randy pushed herself to the top of the hill and found herself face to face with a horse and carriage. The beasts kicked and neighed at their straps--someone had tied them up when the attack started and left them. As the town went to hell around them the horses desperately tried to free themselves of their burden and escape. With two quick punches, Randy busted the post they were tied to and their connection to the carriage, freeing the beasts. With a few whinnies and kicks of appreciation, the horses took off out of the alley, the opposite direction of the destruction the pirates were reigning. This could be helpful...

”Yosumi Sutoraiki: Fourth Corner Burst!”

With a handful of power, Randy gave the leftover cart a few punches of fire. It didn’t take long for the carriage to ignite into flames, much like the houses around it. It was made pretty much entirely out of wood, with some fabric making up the curtains and a few furnishings. With a heavy push, Randy shoved the carriage toward the alley. It was heavy and hard to move but, with a bit of help from the incline of the street, she was able to get it rolling and quickly falling down the hill. As Randy reached the top of the alley she would jump on top of the burning cart and let out a hellish scream. The pirate horde were about two thirds of the way up the alley before the cart came tumbling down at them. A few of the pirates tried to turn and run, others squeezed themselves against the walls for protection. A few were able to make there way down perpendicular alleys and dodged the oncoming vehicle. A vast majority of the pirates were run down. Randy hooted and hollered as she tried her best to keep her balance on the cart as it bounced down the road, running over pirate after pirate.

Now this was more her speed. She lost count of how many pirates disappeared under the wheels of her hell cart. Many pirates that weren’t ran over directly would still take a flaming cart to the face before being thrown to the ground. This is a helluva ride! Some of the pirates tried to stop the cart as a ground but, by about halfway down the alley, she had so much speed and force that they were nothing but another bump in the road. Nearing the bottom of the road, Randy’s eyes quickly searched for a way off of the cart. Before she could find a safe way to dismount, her attention was grabbed by a large man in a trench coat who stepped out from the bottom of the alley. He wielded an ax that was large than himself and, raising it up, brought it to bear on the front of the cart. The carriage burst into a shower of wood, fire, and other debris, tossing Randy off from the roof of the vehicle. She flew over the head of the new pirate and landed haphazardly on a pile of pirates at the end of the alley. Bowling the group over, Randy was happy for something to break her fall, even if it was a pile of violent pirates.

She looked up just in time to see a giant ax gaining speed to her body. Rolling out of the way just in time, the ax cleaved through the pirate she was laying on and tossed her through the air. Randy rolled to her feet and hopped back away from the new attacker. He was a gigantic man, easily nine foot tall. His weapon was bigger than Randy herself and he seemed to be able to wield it with terrifying ease. He pulled his ax free from the group of men on the ground and brought it back up behind him. For a moment, Randy wondered if this was the pirate captain. But he made no commands and cared not for the men around him. No, this was a heavy. Someone the crew had to deal with big problems. That was usually Randy’s role in a crew--about as subtle as a jackhammer against an ant, but usually just as effective. Randy’s hair danced expectantly over her head, excitedly by the conflict. She had to admit to looking forward to the fight; these small fries were barely worth her time, even in a large group.