RE: The $300,000 Fight-A-Thon! [Round Two: Toyetic!]
02-15-2014, 09:09 AM
"Do you have any clue where your trying to go?" Ironjaw snarled as he watched Sal look around with a confused look. The two had been wandering the back allys of the city for over an hour and now cold, stinging rain started to pelt down on the increaseingly frustrated sharkman. "I swear mate, if this is a trick or a set up I will bite off that brainless dome you call a head."
Sal shuddered in a mix of fear and cold. "Why did I agree to this?" he muttered as he knelt down to look at the watch again, which earned him another growl of anger. "I think we finally found it." Sal motioned to a boarded up door afew steps away. "It's the only door we've come to back here so it has to be where we need to go." Deep down, Sal was praying his guts out that it was indeed the right place. His prayers were suddenly interupted by a sudden bang and shower of wood splinters. "GAH!" Sal soon found himself spawled on his ass in a rather big puddle.
Ironjaw smirked as he watched the human fall over himself and into the puddle. "Sorry bout that mate." he said as he shouldered his rifle. "Easiest way to get in." Ironjaw knew that wasn't true of course. He could have just as easily torn the door down thanks to his muscles. As he made his way into the building he called over his shoulder, "Better hurry up and get in here! You've held me up enough as it is and I'm in no mood to watch you sit in a puddle!"
Sal quickly jumped up and followed Ironjaw. "Sorry, sorry. That gun just spooked me is..." Sal found himself trailing off as he looked around. There were racks and racks of weapons and tech that he had never thought could ever exist. "Holy shit." he muttered as he walked over to the nearest rack. "Look at these guns! I bet none of the other Watchers could take you on if you used these on them." Turning towards Ironjaw, Sal noticed him looking at a nearby computer screen. "What's on that?"
Ignoring Sal, Ironjaw scanned over the open files on the screen. Each file gave a brief bio on almost all of the beings, himself included, that the Coach had dragged into his little fight. "Fucking Coach and those fucking kids" Ironjaw cursed. As he read the files he noted something odd. "Hmm, Franz isnt here. Last I knew he wasn't dead yet." Reading more of the files, Ironjaw realized that it was more of a history of the Watchers and who they were working with and against. "Heh," he mused with a small growl-like chuckle, "At least they knew me and Warden hate each other with a passion. Seems the cat isn't all that friendly either. Saves me the hassle of trying to play nice with him. Hmm, the girl in the armor and the dragon dont seem to really care one way or the other. Might be useful..." Ironjaw suddenly found his thoughts cut short as he felt a cold ring press against his head. "So... found some guts huh mate?" He could see Sal holding a small pistol to him from the reflection off the computer.
Sal was growing more nervous with each step towards Ironjaw. As much as the shark scared him, seeing him distracted gave Sal time to think. "Sal, its time to make a name for yourself. Time to show everyone your not just a loser. Take out the Watcher. That show everyone. One shot. He'll never have time to stop you. One shot and everyone will know you as the Watcher killer. You'll be like a god." Sal cocked the hammer of the gun as Ironjaw stood up. "Nothing personal, I just want to make a name for myself as the guy who took out everyone's favorite Watcher." In his haste though, Sal had forgotten one major detail.
Ironjaw spun around, using his tail to knock Sal over. A loud bang was followed by a louder crack as Ironjaw's fist slammed into Sal's chest, breaking a number of his ribs. Kneeling next to the withering human, Ironjaw just shook his head. "Guts but no brains. Saddest human I've come to know." Leaving Sal in his agony, Ironjaw looked over one of the weapon racks. "Hmmm, interesting." Reaching up, he found himself holding a plasma elemental adaptor. As he slid the adaptor into an open slot of his rifle, Ironjaw watched as five icons lit up on the adaptor's screen. "Heheh, I might not like tech all that much but even I'll admit that this will be quite useful." Turning back to Sal, Ironjaw fired a test shot and watched with vile glee as his newest victim burst into flames. "Oh yes, useful indeed. You better count the seconds Warden because tick tock mate.... your time is running out." As Ironjaw left the building he stopped for a moment, then turned and fired another shot back through the door. As he turned back and started to walk away, the plasma bolt struck a rack of grenades, setting them off and creating a large and loud explosion that rocked everything in a three mile radius. With a sinister grin, Ironjaw walked back down the maze of rain soaked allys.
Sal shuddered in a mix of fear and cold. "Why did I agree to this?" he muttered as he knelt down to look at the watch again, which earned him another growl of anger. "I think we finally found it." Sal motioned to a boarded up door afew steps away. "It's the only door we've come to back here so it has to be where we need to go." Deep down, Sal was praying his guts out that it was indeed the right place. His prayers were suddenly interupted by a sudden bang and shower of wood splinters. "GAH!" Sal soon found himself spawled on his ass in a rather big puddle.
Ironjaw smirked as he watched the human fall over himself and into the puddle. "Sorry bout that mate." he said as he shouldered his rifle. "Easiest way to get in." Ironjaw knew that wasn't true of course. He could have just as easily torn the door down thanks to his muscles. As he made his way into the building he called over his shoulder, "Better hurry up and get in here! You've held me up enough as it is and I'm in no mood to watch you sit in a puddle!"
Sal quickly jumped up and followed Ironjaw. "Sorry, sorry. That gun just spooked me is..." Sal found himself trailing off as he looked around. There were racks and racks of weapons and tech that he had never thought could ever exist. "Holy shit." he muttered as he walked over to the nearest rack. "Look at these guns! I bet none of the other Watchers could take you on if you used these on them." Turning towards Ironjaw, Sal noticed him looking at a nearby computer screen. "What's on that?"
Ignoring Sal, Ironjaw scanned over the open files on the screen. Each file gave a brief bio on almost all of the beings, himself included, that the Coach had dragged into his little fight. "Fucking Coach and those fucking kids" Ironjaw cursed. As he read the files he noted something odd. "Hmm, Franz isnt here. Last I knew he wasn't dead yet." Reading more of the files, Ironjaw realized that it was more of a history of the Watchers and who they were working with and against. "Heh," he mused with a small growl-like chuckle, "At least they knew me and Warden hate each other with a passion. Seems the cat isn't all that friendly either. Saves me the hassle of trying to play nice with him. Hmm, the girl in the armor and the dragon dont seem to really care one way or the other. Might be useful..." Ironjaw suddenly found his thoughts cut short as he felt a cold ring press against his head. "So... found some guts huh mate?" He could see Sal holding a small pistol to him from the reflection off the computer.
Sal was growing more nervous with each step towards Ironjaw. As much as the shark scared him, seeing him distracted gave Sal time to think. "Sal, its time to make a name for yourself. Time to show everyone your not just a loser. Take out the Watcher. That show everyone. One shot. He'll never have time to stop you. One shot and everyone will know you as the Watcher killer. You'll be like a god." Sal cocked the hammer of the gun as Ironjaw stood up. "Nothing personal, I just want to make a name for myself as the guy who took out everyone's favorite Watcher." In his haste though, Sal had forgotten one major detail.
Ironjaw spun around, using his tail to knock Sal over. A loud bang was followed by a louder crack as Ironjaw's fist slammed into Sal's chest, breaking a number of his ribs. Kneeling next to the withering human, Ironjaw just shook his head. "Guts but no brains. Saddest human I've come to know." Leaving Sal in his agony, Ironjaw looked over one of the weapon racks. "Hmmm, interesting." Reaching up, he found himself holding a plasma elemental adaptor. As he slid the adaptor into an open slot of his rifle, Ironjaw watched as five icons lit up on the adaptor's screen. "Heheh, I might not like tech all that much but even I'll admit that this will be quite useful." Turning back to Sal, Ironjaw fired a test shot and watched with vile glee as his newest victim burst into flames. "Oh yes, useful indeed. You better count the seconds Warden because tick tock mate.... your time is running out." As Ironjaw left the building he stopped for a moment, then turned and fired another shot back through the door. As he turned back and started to walk away, the plasma bolt struck a rack of grenades, setting them off and creating a large and loud explosion that rocked everything in a three mile radius. With a sinister grin, Ironjaw walked back down the maze of rain soaked allys.