[center][color=gray][h2]West; Caana[/h2]
Fight Collab written by:[/color]
[@Lexisheeps] x [@Estylwen][/center]
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One shot echoed with a bang. Turned quickly into many.

They were a prized, yet [i]typical[/i], possession for a [i]pew-pew shooter man[/i] such as him. Standard dual Glocks. Nick's favorite. Nice and simple... or at least they were before the enhancements. The bullets were an Egyptian prototype of rechargeable CDE energy. Stolen, not given. How decent of The Louvre, to highjack weaponry from a former friend.

Every Mayan warrior that stabbed with their spear met the same fate when faced with a CDE bullet. Instant vaporization. Alas, more came to replace them from the edges of the room, and soon it was just a sea of war painted faces.

Not all attacked at the same time, though. Was there a pattern to enemy movements? There were so many of them, it was hard for Nick to tell. Some held back, as to not overwhelm the two little contenders. Some paced around, trying to get behind Nick and Cosy, to fully surround them.

On the third standard bang, several minutes into the fight, Nick pushed a button on the side of the gun. He was incredibly frustrated with the kick back the gun had given him. But he moved along the best he could.

Under normal circumstances, he would have had a clear advantage against his opponents' stout figures. His lack of brute physical force typically earned him some advantage in speed. But... what was [i]normal [/i]these days? After the third time he'd been tossed clear around the room, he'd had just about enough. He stared up at the decrepit celling, just long enough to blink and briefly wonder.

Before rolling out of the way [i]yet again[/i], he'd pinched a nerve somewhere in his upper right shoulder. He winced with another few pulls of the trigger he hadn't dropped yet. The reparative brain surgery to remove Von's whimsey, was successful, if only on a [i]technicality[/i]. If Nick was being completely honest with himself, this fight was leaving a sour metal taste in his mouth...

And he didn't care too much for it.

[i]That bastard. Just wait until I find y-[/i] He thought to himself, before verbally swearing under his breath, "[i]Dammit[/i]." He winced again. If he was being absolutely honest with himself, he was quite frankly having his ass handed to him. If he couldn't hold his own shit together, how the actual fuck could he keep Cosy safe?

Was it to late to set The Louvre on fire? "[i]Shit[/i]." Nick mumbled to himself. He realized his anger was the lit match. A match that landed on his will to do ...whatever the fuck he was currently doing. To stay alive. [i]To survive[/i]. The fire was blazing. The Louvre be damned.

And above, Buluc laughed menacingly, watching the tiny little ants in his cage fight for their lives. Watching Nick and Cosy try to best the spectral warriors.

Even with the stolen CDE bullets, things were [i]not [/i]looking good. He looked over to Cosy, wondering how she was holding up, "Hey, there's too many of them. We should find away to barricade them in." In between grabbing at the previously dropped gun, "Or figure out what's spawning them and destroy it."

Cosy had an idea, "Dad! Try aiming your gun at the big guy's eyes!"

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But the gun he hadn't previously dropped, had been finally knocked out of his reach. A sense of panic overwhelmed him. He froze. The pinched nerve caused a single teardrop to roll down his cheek, just as he managed to avoid being stomped face first. It was hard to see what was going on with the angle Nick had stumbled. But off to his right, somewhere in his peripheral vision... [i]glowing[/i]. Purple glowing. He sighed, "[i]Now [/i]what?!"

A blast.

First one felt more like it was the Forth of July, back home in the States. Sprinkles of purple splashed down and seemed to target all of the foot soldiers. Just like missiles would. But whatever ammo had been used, was not normal gunpowder. It was purple in color, but was it really a CDE weapon?

The blast had emanated from a darkened figure with purple toned wings. The light from the wings seemed to suck all the surrounding light away, leaving nothing but a black silhouette of a human. Whoever it was, floated high up above.

A second blast. 

But this time, just one beam flew from the weapon of choice. And it was aimed straight at Buluc. Nick had covered his ears abruptly from the first blast, but recovered upon the second. He mumbled to himself, "[i]Please [/i]be a headshot."

Nick finally clambered to his feet, feeling a new sense of power. Or at least fresh enlightenment. Hell, the figure that had appeared couldn't have been any bigger than he was... but the weapon's kick back didn't seem to be bothering them much.

At last he'd made it over to Cosy, looking in the direction the purple swirl had vanished. Not too concerned about the figure itself, but rather the weapon used, "I want one of those." Then looked to Cosy, "Do [i]you [/i]want one of those? Because [i]I [/i]want one of those."

With both Glocks back in hand, Nick aimed high, grateful for the stranger's help he'd just received.

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[center][color=gray][h2]Artifact Room #2; Giza[/h2]
20 Minutes Ago... [i]Kind of[/i].[/color][/center]
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An American accent questioned seriously, "You [i]sure[/i] this is gonna work? It's been out of commission for awhile." As he examined the previously missing prototype CDE weapon, "Been lost in here for what, a decade now?"

A particularly dapper French accent answered, "Not getting cold feet are you?"

A sighed, "I'd like to not be vaporized myself, is all." Was the second man's answer, "But no, not really."

"Good." The Frenchman responded sternly, "Focus on keeping them alive, but don't interact with anybody beyond Buluc and his army. And make sure to keep this button locked, or I'll lose your signal."

"Right." The first man sighed, "I know, I know. I don't want to mess up the meridian line."