People Watching {Open}

[eyebite22]

The speed at which the tall marine moved was staggering, the chains wrapped around his arms almost acting as an extension to his body. Marcus turned to the side to dodge the oncoming marine but was unable to fully dodge his attack, with his body turned to the side one of the intake exhausts was completely clotted with the dirt thrown by the marine.

"You think something like that is gonna stop me" said Marcus, hoping to bluff his way out of his disadvantaged position.

Marcus turned off the left intake valve but the damage had already been done. Smoke issued from the left exhaust as the mechanism became jammed. Marcus set it on a low level reverse setting like he would when performing his vacuum dome shield, funneling air from the right intake to clear the valve. He had to leave it on a low setting to stop further damage to the device but it should be cleared up soon enough.

Thus limited to only half strength for his vacuum attacks he would have to be cautious an economical in his attacks. Now was the time he needed to use his intellect and strategic ability to outmaneuver the obviously physically superior marine.

"Chains huh, you should see mine" shouted Marcus with mock bravado. Until the intake valves cleared he would only have enough power for a single attack. He had to make it count.

Standing side on to reduce his target profile he aimed his right arm fist forward at the approaching marine, within range now that he had closed on Marcus. The digits on his right hand rotated and became crooked, forming into a claw and with an whirl of escaping pressure the fist was launched at the marine, tethered on a chain. As the chain sped towards the marine Marcus pulled back his left arm, the external pistons driving back the Armour plated stylized knuckled duster attachment. If he caught the marine he would yank him in for his patented piston uppercut, and strong or not that was sure to keep him down long enough to clear his machinery or at least make good on his escape.

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• Piston Uppercut
A desperation attack that Marcus uses against foes shown to be immune to his ranged attacks. He ensnares his enemy with the right arms grapple hook and then either by reeling them in or running to them while they are tangle he delivers a piston powered uppercut sending the opponent high. When they reach the limit of the grapple he swing his arm, dragging his foe and throwing them at the ground. However if they weigh too much they may not be launched or he may have to disengage the grapple for fear of being dragged with them. [Moderate damage]

{OOC, With my characters intake valves clogged my combat ability is weakened, by my next post it will be half cleared allowing for vacuum intake but no attacks and by the post after that I will be back to fighting fit . . . .sound fair?}

[Armani]

"Success!"[/color]

Cuomo watched smoke, uncharacteristically rise from the backpack of the man. Knowing that either his little trick with the dirt had worked or that the machine was simply being overworked at the moment. Either way, this was a good sign for the marine as that meant that things, since the beginning of this whole debacle, were beginning to take a turn for the better for him. A small grin began to form on his face, but was instantly forced back into a stern look. Cuomo now close enough to his target was beginning to feel the rush that came along with fights and battles. An adrenaline surge that could be used to enhance his physical prowess started to bubble over inside of him. This was something that he didn't get when facing most criminals that he had to chase and apprehend, but time and time again, the inventor had proven himself an elusive target, not easily captured. It made him special above the rest of the felons of the past and drove Cuomo to push himself to keep up. He understood that moments and trails like these would only serve to strengthen and better him, and it was that notion that excited him. He didn't enjoy combat like many fighters. He wasn't one to seek out conflict and in fact did his best to prevent it, but it wasn't always avoidable. Often times, inevitable; which was precisely why Cuomo had trained himself to the point he had already. To be a defender to those who couldn't protect themselves; to uphold a law that was in place to prevent chaos and destruction from those who would run rampant with it. It was times like these that gave him a small reason for him to be him.

"Chains, huh?" Unfortunately, it seemed that the inventor didn't share the same idea of the turn of events that Cuomo had. "You should see mine." He shouted with a bit of a sneer and boldness. Moving sideways, he aimed his arm towards the marine. Without another word in, the arm suddenly fired off, discharged and disconnected from the arm in a furious rate towards him. Half expecting another air blast, Cuomo coiled his muscles and attempted to leap out of the way, but as it seemed, everything with this inventor was surprising. The claw, powered by his machine was faster than Cuomo could initially react and instead of evading, he became ensnared by its cold metallic embrace. Wide eyed at the turn of events and wrenched toward the inventor, there wasn't even time to struggle and before he knew it, the young marine was feeling the blunt force against his lower jaw in an emotionless, motorized uppercut. Cuomo's body moved up and backwards accordingly, but surprisingly the power put behind the punch was somewhat lacking. No doubt what the inventor had come to expect from the force behind it and what had been delivered had been disheartening. For Cuomo however, there wasn't anytime for him to think about why though. He had to counterattack while surprise was on his side.

With all the abilities that this man's machine gave him, being this close to the inventor was a gift. Time and time again, Cuomo had been on the trail, always too far away to accomplish anything substantial, but now? Now was the time. Physical violence had been instituted by the inventor and now was the moment to return the violence. Not an eye for an eye, but a means to an end.

"Sir, these machinations of yours are destroying the peace as well as this town. You will repay for all the damages you wrought and you will serve time for the chaos you've created and more importantly, the people you have endangered."

With that said, Cuomo's fists clenched as he took his one step forward, his eyes suddenly shifted from staring into the strange inventor's and moved towards his chest region, the point of attack. The muscles in his arms coiled and tensed for the briefest stint in time. And then, release.

Both arms began pumping fast back and forth. Each one moving in to strike and then recoiling back to deliver another blow. With the intent to put this man at least of of commission to take him in, his arms rushed rapidly and precisely to hit this man in the chest, shoulders and stomach. Without the chains wrapped around his arms, the attack was much faster that it normally would have been, sacrificing brute power for more strikes.

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King's Fury ~ A surprisingly fast attack for a man with arms weighted down by chains; Cuomo unleashes a barrage of fists to subdue the opponent, not only making a brutal offense, but using it as a defensive maneuver as well to keep the opponent busy blocking. This attack becomes even more formidable with chains around his arms and fists.

{Note: I hope I didn't misjudge the strength of your attack, since you said it was only at about half strength. Please let me know if I need to fix it.}
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[jone]

During all of this, Jon E. barely had a chance to react, let alone formulate his own attack. Even though he had been so interested in a fight, and had obviously called 'dibs', the tide had turned against him. The tall man and mechanized individual were enthralled in a battle the likes of which Jon E. had never seen. It made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end and his heart pump fire through his veins. As one relied on metal chains, the other seemed to be full of surprises. A quick chase of chain wrapped around the tall man and reeled him in like a fish on a line. Jon E. gritted his teeth in aticipation of the attack; the uppercut sent the tall man reeling. However, he was stronger and quicker than he looked, his attack barely faltered.

Though Jon E. definitely wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, he was at least aware of the developing situation. As the man with chain's spoke, Jon E. realized the man must have been looking to punish the strong one. The fact that he was a marine might have escaped Jon E, but he was aware of justice when he saw it. As the man threatened the other with 'serving time', two and two clicked in the hunter's head. Of course, the man must have been a marine, too. And now that he thought of he, the guy's he fought earlier were definitely marines. Jon E. looked over his shoulder at the unconscious remains of the three men and tilted his head, "Uh-oh."

Returning his attention to the fight, Jon E. practically fell onto all fours as the tall man began his attack. His anticipation was becoming overwhelming and the intense attack of the man made him want to get involved. Though his attention had been originally directed towards the other guy, Jon E. now focused his attention on the both of them. Obviously, ignoring Jon E. hadn't been intentional by either party, but he wouldn't take the transgression sitting down. If they wouldn't give him the fight he wanted, he would take it. As his hands touched the ground, his body bent over in a runner's stance, Jon E. kicked off of the ground and sprinted towards the two men. His speed, as always, was focused and intense; he cleared five feet with a single step and was airborne with the next.

The next series of movements was something that had been practiced for years, trained in a different locale but all the same just as effective. He bent his legs at the knees as his body fell backwards and his body became parallel with the ground. His knees bent, feet tucked under his behind before they exploded out in twin kicks. One foot was aimed at each of the men, his left for the taller attacking one and his right for the shorter defender. The power of his kicks was enough to easily break through solid wood and now he directed their power at the side's of his targets body. Wherever they connected, Jon E. would use the momentum to flip end over end and land on his feet. "Hey! Don't forget about me," he barked as he landed, raising his hands and spreading his feet apart in a prepared, fighting stance.

[eyebite22]

Marcus reeled back from the barrage of strikes, feeling his ribs crack under the assault. His attack had failed, the damaged mechanical augmentors seriously decreased in power from over use and limited vacuum intake, and he knew he was done for.

As if to make things worse for him the wild fighter Jon-E had launched himself from the periphery of the battle taking place and had managed a powerful strike against them both. His cry of "Don't forget about me" made Marcus smirk, it would be a long time before he forgot this battle . . . . that was unless he ended up in a coma or with brain damage from the sheer savagry of the damage done to his body.

Marcus staggereed backwards, clutching his ribs, his chain-grapple arm haning limply, uncolied after his attack. With a grunt of pain he fell to his knees. He tried to support his body with his right arm but without a proper hand attached to the end he slipped, falling face first into the dirt.

Between gasps of pain he managed to choke out the words " . . .. He's all yours . . .. kid". A sarcastic smile creasing his lips before he passed out from the pain.

[Armani]

Cuomo's barrage struck home several time, creating devastating cracks that he could feel and hear. He didn't want it to come to this, but the inventor wouldn't stop and he was an open and volatile danger to the public, whether he had meant to or not, and so for the sake and safety of the people, Cuomo would stop this man and make sure he couldn't hurt anybody.

But nothing was easy today. The young marine was so involved with the attack that by the time he had noticed that something was flying towards him, it was too late. Something fast and hard hit him before he could react properly and in disgusting irony, felt a little of what he had done to the inventor, receiving such brute force right into the side of his lower ribs. His teeth grit themselves, sealed tightly in order to keep himself from yelling out in pain and his eyes went wide as the transference of information from his nerve receptors traveled to his brain in an instant informing it that he had been hurt. The strength and momentum of being kicked and pushed off from sent Cuomo back a small bit, but fortunately managed to stay on his feet.

His peripheral vision allowed him to get a look at his attacker as he flipped backwards and landed on his feet. "Lawless…"[/color] It looked like the brute hadn't fallen as for his simple trick as much as he would have liked. It wasn't surprising. The man probably wasn't a complete ignoramus and something like that wouldn't have really fooled even a child if a fight began to break out just a ways away.

"Hey, don’t forget about me!"

Skidding to a stop, Cuomo reached for his side like holding would comfort and stifle the pain. His eyes looked around for a brief second for the inventor and noticed his unconscious body lying on the ground away from him. Cuomo didn't deliver anything too harmful to the man in terms of life threatening, so even with "Lawless'" attack, Cuomo could assume that he would be ok.

"As much as I would have liked to, sir, I suppose I cannot now." He blurted out in retort to the wild looking brute. His full attention turning towards his new opponent. "Why couldn't this day just be easy like I had planned. I wasn't supposed to be fighting today."[/color] His thoughts berated the day for turning out this way, but even so, in the back of his mind he knew this was life and that things like this happened whether he wanted it or not.

"Mr. Lawless," His long hand reached to point out to the man who looked like he had been raised in the jungle, "you are charged with direct assault against Marine personnel. Stand down sir and serve the punishment for your crime." Formalities were now aside. Cuomo lowered his hand as he stared at the brazen and strong stranger. The man moved like an animal from everything that he had seen of him. If he didn't stand down (like he assumed he wouldn't), Cuomo was in for a wild time trying to tame him.

Fierce blue eyes tried to stare the man into submission. There was no doubt that this wouldn't work, but at least he had given "Lawless" a chance for a peaceful resolution. The choice was now up to the wild stranger as Cuomo's fists clenched tightly.

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His breathing was still heavy from the impact of the foot against his side. Whilst his other hand had pointed out at his attacker, the other still pressed close, wrapped around the point of impact, trying to stifle the pain through will alone. It didn't work very well however. Even so, his hand eventually withdrew itself from its position as both began wrapping themselves in the silver chains that had been looped to his waist. The clink of metal hitting metal sounded softly as they spun around almost gracefully until they had no more chain left and his hand were now embraced by their cold grasp.

Cuomo wasn't taking any chances. This man in front of him, Jon E. Lawless, had shown himself to be to wild and uncontrollable to be allowed to run around society. With his wanton attacks against the marines and himself as well as his overly boisterous call out to fight strong individuals, Cuomo Royale, a protector and servant of the people, could not allow this man to run amuck and create further chaos. Lawless' craving for fights was unjust and unnecessary and quite utterly useless. If he wanted to fight so badly, he could join a tournament and compete within the company of others like himself who wanted to flaunt their strength and haughtiness.

"If you will not stand down Lawless, then I have no choice but to remove you physically." His voice was stern and almost as cold as the chains had been against his skin. His voice carried the authority of the Marines, though his rank was still considered low in their standings. Though he didn't want to have to fight or be chasing down people, such brash and unabated attacks had to be dealt with as he was a vessel of justice and the law. "My name is Cuomo Royale, Petty Officer of the Marines. I cannot look away from the harm you have so callously delivered to others and the law demands a payment for your attacks, sir." His shining blue eyes suddenly looked like they could have gone ablaze as the will to take this wild man out in order to arrest him and make his serve his said payment engulfed his spirit. The law demanded him to serve his time in prison as the payment for his crime. Jon E. would remain there until justice stated that such a cost was paid in full. "I am coming.

Cuomo's legs instantly burst forward, propelling him towards his wild day's bane. Fast and purposeful steps pushed his closer towards his target.

"Imperium Re-straint!

As he reached within a few steps of Jon E., his right hand extended outwards, his hand releasing the chain on his hand and arm, allowing the momentum to have its way with the linked pieces of metal. It thrust forward with incredible speed and potent accuracy as its weighted end struck Jon E. right in the middle of the forehead. As the first chain had been released, only a split second later had the marine's other hand followed suit. It unraveled its wrap around the arm and before it struck the wild man like the last one, Cuomo yanked on it pulling it back, causing it to whip about and using its reach to wrap around the waist. He grabbed the chain with both hands and with Jon E. tightly in a vice created by Cuomo, he aws wrenched forward and straight into the slicked black shoe of a rising kick. The shine of his own shoe caught a bit of the glint in the bright midday sun, almost as if it were the preceding effect to his wild adversary's shot upward.

Cuomo's attack sent the man reeling skyward almost instantly reaching the chains limit, to which Cuomo released, pulling back on the chain like a whip sending him into a spin all the way till his inevitable return to the earth. With a crash, Jon E. collided loudly.

Regent's Shot ~ Throwing a chain out in front of him with the weighted end in order to hit an opponent at range. Cuomo can use this attack to bounce off more sturdy objects in order to reach around a corner or hit an opponent from another angle.

Imperium Restraint ~ Cuomo uses the chains in an attempt to bind and restrict his opponent's movements. Imperium Restraint opens up for further attacks that are subsequent to the use of the ability.

• {Draw} ~ Whips the restrained opponent towards him and stops their momentum with a swift upward kick.

The young marine simply stared at the man at his best to be prepared for whatever the guy would do, but before he could get himself back up, comrades in arm, more Marines jumped in. They charged in and began their immediate duties of cuffing and lifting up Jon E. Lawless as well as the odd inventor. The interruption forced Cuomo's eyes into a softer look, much less threatening and demanding than they had been seconds before. Both men were brought around in front of his face, marines holding them up by their shoulders to keep them upright as multiple other marines came by and threw their hands into his back or patted his shoulder congratulating him on his success. He could only nod at their reactions to him as he wondered about both of the guys he had to take down.

"Why? Why did they do the things they did? Why did the inventor run instead of helping stop the chaos the moment it broke out? Why did Jon E. Lawless have to fight?"

He couldn't help but watch until they disappeared from his sight rounding a corner. Both of them were extreme opposites of each other. There really wasn't much more to that thought, as much as it was an interesting observation.

[color=purple}"Thank you. Thanks. I appreciate that."[/color] That was all, he ever had a chance to say as many of his fellow marines surrounded him, praising him for his actions against the two.




{Notes:}

• Thread over, unless Eyebite22 wants to post a final response.
  
• I hope I didn't violate anything by my post with Jon E. He has indefinitely left the site for a while and the thread needed to be finished. If there is a problem, please let me know and I will do my best to correct it!

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