Rebirth - AT - (Conquest)

Fukushu certainly didn't take the decline that well considering his retort to the president, wondering if he truly cares about all of the innocent lives within the city. He continues to threaten to cause more destruction in his wake, and is truly baffled at how he could risk the lives of the people of the city, to leave them at the potential mercy of the heran, as slim of a chance it could be, just for the sake of the other fighters. "Let's just say it's a bit more complex than just that Fukushu," Derry budges in, "having to play around with the lives of the people is something I have to deal with on a near daily basis, and I'm not just referring to my presidency. After all, who do you think is gonna start coming in to... let's say... Take over that crime? Let's go with that. There's certainly quite a lot about me that you don't know, and that much is clear."

The president at this point decides to get a bit more comfortable and take a knee on the concrete down below. It really does seem like Fukushu isn't at all interested in any form of servitude for Derry, and that he would see his talent waste away in prison. "Alas, it's the unfortunate truth of the matter," he remarks, "If any one of you decide that they don't want to be help captive, then they can break out with ease, no questions asked. They're only held there for as long as they want to. Let's just say that part is more of a... Like an act for the people. You break out, you break stuff, and I or someone else come to stop you before tossing you back in, rinse and repeat until the public turns, at which point..." Derry then holds a finger gun up to the side of his head before putting the thumb down, mimicking the hammer before blowing air out of his mouth. "We just kill 'em. It's a waste not because you're gonna truly rot away in prison unless you want to, but rather this whole spiral's gonna keep on going till you're dead. You'll be like a supernova. Amazing, brilliant, beautiful... done before the sun can even set."

It was more than obvious at this point that both Fukushu and Derry were at an impasse, neither one willing to take the other's offers, and so there was really only one way to go about this. The heran makes his declaration that he will cause as much havoc as he can before being brought down, to which Derry only responds, "Then your time draws near." With that, Fukushu goes on to expend more of his energy to wipe out another building nearby Derry, only infuriating the president even more than before. He rises up from the ground and begins to slowly walk towards the fallen heran.

Unfortunately, Fukushu truly wasn't going to go down without a real fight, and the heran dashes forward and stopping right in front of him. From the way he was crouching down, Derry knew what was coming and prepared for what he guessed was an incoming uppercut. He moves his hands to guard his chin, and due to his lucky guess, his jaw won't be nearly as sore as it would've been had it landed. Whatever strength he was packing in there, though, definitely still did a number on his arms, and it looks like they've already begun to bruise a bit. As vengeance for striking Derry, he will have to retaliate with even more flames than before, this time dashing towards the heran himself after he gained a bit of distance from the president. From there, he would ignite his right foot and attempt to land a kick square against his abdomen.

Word Count: 702
Total Word Count: 6,186
Active PL: 450,000

HP:  ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ 239%

KP: 3/6

MP: 5/6

OOC Notes/Items Used: Derry uses Flick against the incoming Basic Arts, blocking 90,000 of the incoming damage. The rest lands against Derry, and he takes 11% damage. Afterwards, he retaliates by using Flaming Geyser, dealing a potential 20% (90,000) damage against Fukushu.

Celerous set a man back down on his feet, grateful that whatever paint magic stuff that Marrow had conjured up had saved the building. He wouldn't have gotten there in time to do anything.

"Go." Celerous gestured the man down the street, away from all the fighting.

He took to the air again, in pursuit of of Fukushu. The green man had done some damage while Celerous was away, but he couldn't focus on that. He had to figure out how to stop the Heran, and the old biker man—wait where was the old biker man?

Wait was that the President? Was that the President fighting Fukushu? Celerous' eye twitched, unsure of what to make of the scene in front of him. A part of him wanted to panic at the idea of the leader of the free world fighting a terrorist. But another part of him noticed that the biker man was gone, and that Fukushu looked like he'd taken a beating. And there was only one man who could be responsible for that.

The President had kicked some serious ass.

Celerous dashed towards his one-time friend. He probably couldn't do much to the Heran, not with the gap between their power, but he could at least give Fukushu another target. Maybe set up the President to land the decisive blow. Celerous stretched his arms out, and then slammed them together with all his strength, propelling a condensed blast of air at the green terrorist.

"Sir," Celerous nodded at the President, but kept his eyes on Fukushu, "what would you have me do?"

A tiny part of Celerous was glad that he'd signed the Accords, after seeing his President lay the smackdown on the Heran. The young hybrid did not envy Fukushu in this moment. Not even a little bit.

While Celerous and Marrow headed directly to Fukushu, and were able to get in a few hits right away, Steel took a few minutes. Firstly, he couldn't fly, so he had to hop and skip about to get to where he was going. Secondly... there were people in danger. A couple that was buried under debris with their new baby, an uncontrolled fire that was raging inside of an apartment building while fire and EMS services were busy elsewhere, and of course the people that were abandoned or left to the side while others evacuated the area.

Steel helped where he could, using up precious seconds to grab an old woman out of a fire and to pick up a homeless man with stumps instead of legs and put him on a gurney. But there were still people suffering. Thankfully, since Fukushu had been relatively contained by the stronger fighters, the actual damage to East City was relatively limited. Which meant that, while he couldn't help everyone, there were enough uninjured people to aid in the evacuation, especially when their local favorite fighter gave them a thumbs up and helped heft a car or a bus out of the way for evacuees.

A few, though, did get kind of confused and have a lot of questions about the swimsuit and how little it covered...

Steel didn't have time to answer their questions, though, he had to get to-... Fukushu.

When Steel landed, he saw that Fukushu was actually on the ground relatively close to where this whole thing had started. A few more buildings were blasted, there was damage to the street... but overall, Fukushu had been better contained than Steel had hoped. And also-

"HOLY SCHNIKES, IS THAT THA PRESIDENT?!"

After a quick glance at Fukushu, who seemed to be bleeding and on his knees, Steel winced. Even if Fukushu was evil, he didn't like seeing someone so brutally injured.

"Oh, wow, you guys did a number on 'im.  Did he... is 'e givin' up?"



Steel uses no technique this round!
+2 KP
6/6 KP

+1 MP for posting

3/6 MP
He's back with transformation active, current PL is 120,000!

WC: 336
Total WC: 1,825

"Don't plan on it, bossman!" A fact he was already aware of. Marrow didn't do the whole 'fight to the death' thing if she could help it. Showing up to enforce some chip damage on Fukushu and retreating when needed was all Marci anticipated she'd be good for in this battle. Yet out of seemingly nowhere... the Heran surrendered. Usually, bad guys like that didn't balk at superior numbers opposing them, but this one seemed to have a semblance of self-preservation left over.

If they were smart, they'd seize this golden opportunity to kill Fukushu immediately, preventing any future threat. They weren't smart. Be a political move, a genuine belief it would work, or whatever other random reason, Derry was compelled to spare Fukushu. Marrow was somewhat surprised. Surely the President was aware allowing him to live after such a beatdown would only incur attempted revenge later? Banishment wouldn't stop a stronger and spiteful Fukushu from returning to blow up a different city when they least expected it. The girl's tongue clucked, quirky mask never outwardly slipping even as she all but ignored the arrival of Celerous and Steel.

"So that's it, then?" She'd squint suspiciously at the kneeling man, a dagger still held tightly to her chest. "Well... man. I mean, you're obviously in charge here." In more ways than one, too. "Still, you really think it's a good idea to let this bozo walk? Man DID just try and wipe an entire city off the map just cuz' he could." In the end, Marrow had neither the authority nor desire to try and overturn or appeal Derry's decision - but outwardly, she needed to play her part. Celerous of all people was picked to be the ferryman, Marrow side-eyeing the arrangement. It wasn't like the Saiyan could actually beat Fukushu down if the latter decided he didn't quite like being banished, even in his weakened state.

"Oh!" Fingers snapping succinctly, she'd turn to Derry. "Hey, Mr. Prez, you know if Slate happened to eat a little bean or not? Kinda gave him my only one to try and fight off big green over there..." Given Fukushu's state compared to Derry's, the mafioso seemed (somehow) relatively unharmed.

Flying low through the streets of the city, Rhapsody found herself rescuing as many as she could. She was a combatant with only minor skill in medical care, so there was little more she could do other than guide others to safety and give those unable to move themselves a lift through the air. Luckily, with her strength being above the norm the the inhabitants of this world, it took little effort to aid those who had found themselves trapped beneath the rubble of buildings or within toppled vehicles. Unknowingly, Rhapsody found herself drawing nearer to the center of the conflict with the main threat that had cause all this chaos existed, as well as the group that confronted him.

With the majority of the citizenry near point zero having now been rescued or evacuate by either herself or the mysterious monks that rushed through the city, Rhapsody soon found herself taking higher into the skyline of the city as she sought out the less fortunate. She'd finally taken notice of the group high up in the distance, but could hardly make them out from so far away. With no ability to sense energy, Rhapsody had no idea of the power that each of them wielded, and the potential danger she found herself in; regardless, from the distance she was at they all seemed fine, so there was hardly any reason to confront them. What did catch her eye however, was the body she noticed sprawled out motionlessly atop a building; with haste, Rhapsody would take to the individuals side to assess their condition.

"Miss!? Are you hurt?" She'd ask as she quickly landed; planting her sword into the ground as she looked over the winged woman, "Chiroptera... A Bat-kin? Here??" Rhapsody would question, "So far away from Zoa? Why??" She'd wonder ironically, inspite of she herself also being so far from her home world; she would ignore her curiosity for the time however and properly inspect the woman, "Unconscious? Injured... but her clothes, what??"

While the woman seemed to exhibit a great deal of burns and bruising, her outfit was seemingly in pristine condition. It felt paradoxical, but was hardly of any concern; for now, getting the girl to safety was priority. She seemed... familiar, but Rhapsody didn't have time to think about it; she couldn't properly assess her condition, and so had no way of knowing if she was in desperate need of care. With that in mind, Rhapsody would delicately lift the woman into her arms; leaving her sword behind on the rooftop for the time, she would take back into the streets to quickly come upon a monk that was helping with the evacuation. She'd already taken note of the monks movements throughout the city, and taken notice of the aid they rendered; surely they'd have been able to properly render the aid that Rhapsody couldn't.

"You there, sir!!" Rhapsody would call out as she quickly came down from above, "We require assistance, she'd hurt!" She'd explain plainly as she landed and quickly moved over towards the monk.

While the monk and those he was assisting found the sight more than a bit strange and overwhelming, considering two individuals with rather ironic features had just descended; the monk at least was able to maintain his composure and stick well to his duty. There were plenty of strange things in the world, and surely things stranger still than the sight before him; he'd instruct Rhapsody to place Qarinah down gently, before taking to inspect her need for medical care. All the while, the President and his entourage having taken to forcing a surrender out of Fukushu; with the latter however been declared banished by the president, before being given the means to escape the planet with his life intact.

The Unbreakable Mister Steel... was rather confused. The past hour or so had passed by in a whirlwind of events. First, he'd been whisked from somewhere on the other side of the galaxy back home... Then he'd seen his home getting smashed by some man he'd last seen in a city on the planet he'd been taken from. Then he'd seen an old man fight the blue man, and a friend he'd met far, FAR away also stepping up. Then there was the woman with the bird wings and the accusations of his being a lecher or a would-be assaulter. And now, the President of Earth had somehow shown up, while the old man had disappeared, and Fukushu was surrendering while clearly not wanting to fight The President of Earth. Was President Derry a registered ki-fighter, too? How high was his power level?

After Fukushu had blasted off via pod, the little almost-naked Steel got a bit closer to the remaining group of folks and looked about.

"So uh... anyone else confused by wut tha heckle-freckle is goin' on today?"

Right after he asked this, Steel began to simultaneously glow bright and fade from view. Slowly becoming transparent even as he shined brighter and brighter and brighter.

"Oh, guess I'm goin' then. See ya Celerous, my man! Call me tomorrah, if ya got time, I gotta talk to ya about how crazy today wus!"

Then, there was a final, blinding flash, and a loud boom, the Unbreakable Mister Steel just... disappeared off the face of the Earth, leaving only an empty space... which was rapidly filled by air.



Steel is out! The magic that held him here is fading, unless someone has the power to stop him!

WC: 268
Total WC: 2,093

"If your goal was to look like a sporadic blowhard, I'd agree." Beyond pointless japes, what were Fukushu's actual intentions here? He didn't seem to be lying or scrambling to keep his ego intact. The attack being stopped by Derry personally wouldn't hurt the President's ratings - if anything, this little display would only serve to bolster the Accords and detract from the law's opponents. Ugh, politics. Getting a free ship and banishment over the more sensible option of execution, though... the Heran was getting a pretty sweet deal. Derry was scheming something. A man like him wasn't one to give mercy when it didn't benefit him. Celerous? He'd have to learn the hard way that sparing people like Fukushu (and her) didn't help.

"...Hard to believe someone would drop something like this," Marrow replied quizically, taking the offered bean. A thin layer of pink paint enveloped it, absorbing the dust and leeching itself free from the mystical item. "Thanks, Prez. I'm sure you don't need us fighter folk getting in the way, so I'll see ya around." They needed to appear as distant as possible. Enough to give Derry major plausible deniability if or when Marrow's true secrets were laid bare.