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Kurt looked down to the floor, where a layer of nice had stuck him to the floor. He stared at the ice for a few moments before lifting his eyes again. He looked towards the blue-haired girl and scowled. "Now that's cold, anchoring a man to one place, when he has the spirit of the mustang... yearning to run wild and free and naked!"
Then, something out of the corner of his eye. The "terrorist" that the post apocalypse Lolita traveled with had launched an attack. It was small, but it was an attack none the less.
"Great testicles of fire!" he shouted, raising his nun-chucks to block, the handles being brought together. "Kurt McChuck-Block!"
The fireball would have struck him directly in the heart had he not brought his weapon to bear. But as it was, the nun-chucks proved an effective shield, not only blocking the fireball, but deflecting it downwards towards the man's combat boots. It was perfect timing. With his feet free, the man dropped his shoulder and ducked just as the hammer was brought down towards his face. Having dodged, he then pulled the handles of his nun-chucks apart again. Still crouching and holding one handle, he swung upwards.
"Kurt McHammer-Trap!"
The chain and other handle quickly wrapped several times around the handle to Rose's hammer. He then took hold of the other handle, making it so that the chain couldn't be unwrapped by simply moving, and giving him a better grip on his enemy's weapon.
The the hammer securely secured in his secure man-weapon, he stood, using himself as a fulcrum and turning the hammer into a thin teeter-totter. He began to spin, slowly. If Rose let go, Kurt could lose his balance and become vulnerable, but she would be down a hammer. If she held on, she could tire him out forcing him to heft the combined weight of her and the hammer, but until then, could be spun about to be used as this wacko's impromptu weapon.
Well, this was certainly not fun... Faith Guado shook her head at the man, what exactly would get him to stop? She thought of methods, ones that would not degrade her though it seemed she had no choice, she would use them as a last reszort.
How much longer could he keep this up? She looked back and forth at the girl and man before an idea struck her, Faith Guado calmly walked over to where the man had the girls weapon trapped, she stopped directly behind the girl and wrapped her arms around from behind, she didnt touch the girl but grabbed the hammers handle.
Hopefully this would work "I'll handle this part, you do what you need to do," she murmured to the shorter girl as Faith Guado's hands gripped tightly around the handle, she didnt mean to seem impolite, but maybe she would have a better chance at keeping her grip. . .not to mention.
This plan could succeed Faith Guado began to summon her ice attack, Frozen Dust again, the ice travelled up the girls weapon but it wouldnt damage it if it shattered, that wouldnt be good for the girl, she channelled the ice up the girls weapon and soon made it reach the mans weapon until it began making its way to his arms.
It was just another typical boring day for Brendan he had explored most of the areas around Radiant Garden, and he had began to get used to the world he knew where the market was which was usually packed with people though none of them were warriors, which dissapointed him he longed to get stronger since the soldiers from his homeworld were still after him for what he did, he walked with a bored look on his face deeper into the town and heard loud voices nearby, it seemed that a fight was breaking out at a bar.
He rushed to the source of the sound and before recklessely charging in, he remained out of sight so he could survey the situation. From what he could see was a girl with sapphire blue hair and was fighting against someone, who had a big mouth and seemed to enjoy fighting just as much as he did but he could keep his desire under control unlike him. The strange man was also fighting against another girl who seemed really annoyed by his attitude, and the last one he could see was a warrior who had only just arrived he wondered what he was about to.
After completing his search he decided to help out the blue haired girl in distress he drew one katana to arm himself, and sent a minor wind vortex out of his empty hand at the man who was holding the hammer.
"Looks like someone's energetic, i'll handle this!." He said loud enough for everyone to hear him, as he dashed towards his new target while summoning a wild vortex from underneath his target's feet.
(actually, spiral, Faith isn't the one that needs help, it's Rose.) "Woah, what the hell are you doing, lady?!" Rose shouted as the blue haired woman stepped behind her then grabbed her Hammer's handle. She quickly shut her mouth as the ice began traveling up the weapon, and hit Kurts hands. Meanwhile, Halen, who had been holding back because he didn't want to hit Rose, sensed a fourth person trying to get into the fight, and leapt in the way, batting the wind vortex aside as his sword puffed away in a cloud of dark smoke, and ice needles infused with darkness sprouted from his hands. He leveled his claws, now covered in ice needles, at the latest newcomer, ready to defend Rose, not knowing that she wasn't the new guy's target.
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"Interesting... any of these guys could make it into The Guardians quite nicely."
A soft chuckle escapes his lips as he watched the battle ahead, drinking more vodka. He could take the alcohol quite well, and it was about time he stopped being that... sober. Anyway, the teenager wouldn't get drunk; he knew that wouldn't do any good, especially with the... information he now carried in his memory. Sapphire eyes gazed at the woman with matching hair, and they were quite impressed with her abilities so far. She was the top candidate so far, and the Guado woman was handling everything quite nicely.
He turned to look at the redhead, who fought together with her Heartless friend. When he first noticed the latter's presence, the pyromancer had seeked to stand up and let it vanish back into the darkness. But the neoshadow's strange appearance had stopped him from doing so; chains of light coated his body, and it was a wonder this didn't damage the child of darkness. He needed to find more about this neoshadow variation... and the easiest way to do it would be getting acquaintance with its friend.
Then came the great annoyance; this Kurt McKlintock. In short, an old, drunk jock. Regardless, he was strong, fearless and courageous as well as cunning. Hmm... he would be an excelent members if it wasn't for his... loud personality. And then came a random bystander, who created a gust of wind underneath the God of Manliness. So much people were getting involved and, like he had thought days before, they were coming to him like children looking for candy.
"Enough."
Mikael spoke calmly, but loud enough so the brawlers would listen. The pyromancer stood up, running a hand through his hair as he eyed them all. Now, he would see how this all played out once he got involved. An so he stood there, waiting for a reaction as he approached the group.
Ice. More Ice. What was with this chick and Ice? She had walked up so calmly and wrapped her arms around the younger girl. For a second, Kurt thought he would have been done for. Two girls? Grabbing each other in a bar? Had that had happened, he would have been defenseless. As it turned out, there wasn't going to be any hot (or cold) girl on girl action. He breathed a sigh. Half-way relieved that he hadn't been rendered helpless, and half-way depressed because he hadn't been rendered helpless.
The ice continued up the staff of the weapon down his arms, coating them in ice. It was a tight spot for him to be in. But wait a minute... He had began to spin the hammer by rotating slowly with the young one clamped on. Then the blue haired one was holding it. He may have been stuck to the weapon, but he wasn't stuck stuck. There was always a manly, actiony solution to every problem.
"Ha! You think a cold shoulder from an ice queen is gonna stop Kurt McKlintock? HA! Not on your life, sweet honey clusters of oats! When the going gets tough, the tough get more tougher... er..."
His face contorted as though he were under some form of inner stress... or was about to perform some kind of anime power-up.
"I hope you all bought you tickets... because looks like there's going to be a...."
His neck thickened and grew veiny. His shoulders and pecs bulged. His abs tightened. There was a movement within the ice surrounding his arms. The ice chipped, then a moment exploded into a brilliant display of crystalline showers. The man's arms had bulked up tremendously. He had literally flexed himself out of an iced casing.
"Kurt McGun-Show! Don't tell me you're not impressed!"
He then began to spin again. Even in spite of the added weight on one end of the hammer's handle, he muscled through it. His body turned, the hammer spun, sending the two young woman on one heck of a ride.
"Kurt McTilt-a-Whirl!"
Unbeknownst the the now wildly spinning man, another gentleman had entered the fray, and had attempted a similar spinning attack. OK, maybe not similar. OK, they were nothing alike.... but regardless, the Terrorist had gone to deal with the new comer. Which, unfortunately for Halen put him right in the line of fire of a very dizzy and currently directionally challenged Kurt McKlintock.
"Kurt McI-Think-I'm-Going-to-Throw-Up!" He shout as he simply released the hammer, sending it flying through the air. Though he had not aimed it, it ended up flying straight and true anyway... And slammed right into Halen, who had been stadning right in front of the newcomer. Two-bird with one shot.
The entire mess: half-way frozen hammer with half-way frozen nun chucks, ice make caster gunner, post-apocalypse lolita, empowered neo-shadow, and windy-samurai; was thrown right across the bar and into the pinball machine sitting in the far corner. Upon impact, the cracked scene buzzed and flashed "TILT TILT TILT!"
Right after having let go of the hammer, Kurt dropped to his knees and supported himself on one arm, holding the other to his now churning and queasy abdominal area.
"Ugh.... I.... Kurt McBlow-Chunks!" And he did... right there on the floor.
It was here that another stranger than somehow all of the combatants had missed earlier Said but a single word.
"Enough."
As if responding to the command, Kurt's spewing suddenly stopped... though it appeared as though it was a great effort to keep from continuing.
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Arthas, now managing to come to, grabbed his blade and got up as quick as he could. But it appeared that the fight was already over. "Damn it." he whispered, willing Marumasa away. He walked over to the bar, away from the others involved in the fight. He sat down and watched, knowing his place in this situation was done. But he couldn't help but notice the boy that stood up and faced the other brawlers. He had seen that face before in Traverse Town, watching as he fought............Arthas got his drink and watched, interested in what this boy would do.
Halen collasped into the ground, then rose and sttod protectively over Rose, his ice covered claws pointing at the muscular, loud-mouthed human. Rose stood up, and unwrapped the nunchucks around her hammer. She stuck them through her belt, and readied her no freezing weapon, and turned to face the one who spoke.
"Such pointless fighting will only bring chaos and destruction and all of you will walk out of here with nothing else but a ban if you keep this going."
Seriously though, Rutherford wondered what hell the Frosted Flame's owner was thinking. Letting all of these people fight freely, exposing innocent bystanders to serious harm? That was no way to treat clients, especially when you were part of this elite cliche around... this "Restoration Comittee". He snorted, watching the jock stopping his throw-up session while everyone else had stopped what they were doing just to stare at him and listen to what he had to say.
The girl was soon to approach him, demanding his name as she set her thingy ma thingy for combat. Indeed... such foolishness.
"I find it amusing... how you demand one's name without having enough courtesy to offer yours as well. But that is of no real importance, teenagers tend to do irrational things around this age." he answered nonchalantly, looking at her with empty eyes showing no expression at all. "Call me Mikhail, red maiden."
The pyromancer turned to look at the newcomer, Arthas Kinohorin, as he stared at him. His presence had obviously not been ignored by Mikhail's aura sensing and there was no way he could escape this time. "I believe we have a pending conversation, Arthas, and I would appreciate if you and your friend joined us as well, red maiden." Rutherford did not bother to address the blue maiden. If she was smart enough, she'd be quick to follow them.
Kurt rose, his dizziness induced vomiting brought back under control by his sinewy man muscles in his throat. He looked at the mysterious man who had interrupted the fight... and his puking.
"Chaos? Destruction? Now you're talkin' Mr. Fancy-Words!" Kurt began to follow them, as though he ha also been invited, though he clearly had not even been addressed, let alone offered an invitation. it also seemed to be that he missed Mikhail's point- in that chaos and destruction were negative.
As he followed, he grabbed another beer off of the bar, one that had somehow survived the mini-brawl. He lifted it to his lips, tilted his head back, and guzzled, never ceasing to walk a few paces behind the one who had called himself Mikhail.
Rose placed her hand on Halen's shoulder, and he relaxed slightly, and allowed the ice to fade away. "Red maiden?" she murmured. Then she chuckled and said, "Boy, have you got a lot to learn. The name is Rose. She followed after the strange man.
Halen hissed menacingly at Kurt, then turned to follow Rose. There was a score that needed settling there, and Halen decided that he would always be on gaurd against the idiotic man. Poweful hearts... Careful... he whispered into Rose's mind.
Arthas sighed and rose, following Mikhael. "Well, Mikhael, where are we going and what is it you wish to discuss?" he said, sipping his drink. He crossed his arms and said, I assume this has something to do with the Guardians?" He sipped again and grimaced, setting the drink down. He then crossed his arms and awaited a response.
"I believe it is not me who needs proper guidance, Rose. You have potential to learn and fight, which is why I simply hand-picked you from the rest of the brawlers. Now, I can only hope you accept his invitation and if you have any question, which I am sure you do, do not hesitate to ask."
They were now sitting around one of the bar's empty tables, specially handpicked by Mikhail so they didn't have any unwanted eavesdroppers or visitors as they spoke. Besides, his aura sensors were working perfectly at one hundred per cent, so there was no way he would ignore an intruder's energies. Arthas would suddenly emerge behind the red maned female, knowing what he was going to talk about all too well.
"Indeed, Arthas, you are correct. You have been quite a hard one to follow and track ever since that meeting at Traverse Town's café, but now that you've been found I must say it is time you take a side. It is time to stop being reigned by apathy and I am sure you have had enough time to make up your mind regarding-"
The raven haired man suddenly stopped, noticing the much older man that started to approach their table. This one had been responsible for beginning the brawl a few minutes ago and he sure did not want him around while he discussed such sensitive subjects. Mikhail furrowed his brow for a moment, raising his head to face the patriot before speaking in quite a cold voice.