Night 52: Rec Field

[tsunagari]

[from here]This was already further than Sai had gotten the past couple nights, which was saying something. It was getting over the wall that would be the real test, though. The actual act of scaling the brick would be simple, but the night had an odd way of ending before he'd gotten beyond that point. Hopefully the same wouldn't hold true this

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[unheroed]

The second that Recluse took on that tone, Harvey was pretty much finished with waiting around for him to get done with the taunting match and get moving. He wasn't sure if he and the brainwashed patient had some sort of history or if he was just that interested in mocking dangerous people into attacking him, but...

Harvey couldn't judge too much. He could have been a lot worse off if Recluse hadn't been there, after all.

For now, he was going to listen to the man's words. He knew when a fight was out of his league, and this had dipped into that territory the second that he'd seen that elongated sword, to say nothing about the optical illusions that were now flitting around the area and attacking Recluse.

Jumping down after Jones, Harvey startled when a nearby tree caught on fire. He was pretty sure illusions couldn't start fires, and yet he was feeling the heat pretty definitively.

Glancing up to Recluse (it was hard to tell what he was doing when considering the darkness and the flurry of movement), he tried to wave the man down with a sweep of his arm. "Come on, let's get the hell out of here!" If there was a time to run, it was now.

[tartaros_avatar]

[Wow, Sechs. You have part of a powerset that is among the most annoying to fight in CoV!]

This is just wonderful. The least desirable side-effect of drawing the ire of an attacker was of course the distinct possibility that you were going to get hurt. But seeing how damned long it had taken the other two to climb the wall, he really had no choice. It was that, or directionlessly wander around the woods while the other two burnt to a crisp.

He didn't even try to hit the decoys, bringing his arms up to protect his face, snarling as they burned him, portions of his clothing catching fire. This was as far as he could take the distraction. Too much longer, and one might hit the gun he was carrying, and that carried a risk of the gunpowder cooking off inside the pistol. Whether the others had finally made it or not, he couldn't tell, he was absolutely and painfully blinded by the light from the doubles. But if they hadn't, he was going to leave them, consequences be damned.

He launched himself off the wall, unable to see the ground to land, he kept loose so that when he hit the ground hard, he rolled. It was undignified and still painful, but it put out the flames on his clothes. "You took your damn time!" he roared at the other two, the pain of the burns and the whole sorry situation putting him well past the point where he cared enough to maintain any sort of selfless façade. He struggled to his feet, still blind. "Now point me in the right direction, because I cant see!"

[sixth_attack]

Once the flaring decoy's victims tumbled down the wall, their glaring forms gradually evaporated and melted back into flying streaks of plasma before their energy dissipated into the night like a cluster of rogue fireworks. The plasma's vanishing presence ignited the night sky one more time and fell back into the shadows, leaving scorched dents in the wall and flaming patches crackling away in the nearby trees.

Sechs was nearly beside himself with barbarous mirth as he watched the tallest man catch fire and plummet off the wall. So much for being some guy who fought gods before! That ought to teach that big blowhard not to mess with a warrior like Sechs! The Replica's display of power may have been finished, but he still had one more treat for the escaping men...

As his own skin of plasma burned out into the cool air, Sechs lifted the enormous slice of concrete over his head with a single hand. "HEY ASSHOLES!" he shouted to the prisoners on the other side, "Got a parting gift for ya! CATCH!"

With very little effort on Sechs' part, the immense block was then catapulted over the wall, its huge form spinning dangerously in the air before crashing to the other side with a deafening CRUNCH!

As the rectangular boulder heavily rolled to a sluggish stop, Sechs' laughter echoed throughout the institute grounds, reverberating in the night like a triumphant beast's roars to the moon.

[its_the_mileage]

"We were trying to make sure you made it!" Indy shouted back defensively--more as a reflex than in actual anger, since by that time Richter was already down and he'd seen the burns. He did appreciate the decoy act, but now didn't seem like the time to get sentimental about it.

He almost reached out to grab Richter's arm, but thought better of it at the last second (the man's sleeves were still smoking). Instead, he grabbed the far end of the whip and pushed it into Richter's hand, wrapping a foot or two of the slack of the near end around his own forearm at the same time so they'd have freedom of movement but not so much distance Richter would lose him.

The giant rock crashed with a loud noise and a violent tremor just feet away from them, admittedly startling the hell out of Indy (who'd had bad experiences with boulders). Nothing obvious was following them, but he wasn't waiting for it to start. "Come on!" he barked, and started moving north at the fastest pace he thought Richter could match blind.

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