MegaOscarPwn

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@Lauder Actually, it's a bit more like this.

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Done! Sorry if there's a lot of range, Roundabout just really likes to talk. :^)

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Surprisingly Powerful

_{Interacting with @Utrax, @Lauder, @LordOfTheNight and @Parzivol}

It was over. In less than a minute, the entire squad and even the chicken walker had been defeated. What? What even happened? How did these two total strangers defeat entire patrols of Mutes with such speed and precision? Óscar, of course, stopped, letting the guy who had insulted 78 in the ground and giving a nod towards the fisherman "Name's Óscar, but you can call me Roundabout lad." and after the introductions, instead of trying to escape, the Spaniard did something that someone with at least some sort of curiosity would do: yell out. "WHAT?! You're telling me you can fuckin' make people suicide and ya haven't tried to get out of here?! he sounded reasonably pissed yet impressed at Marcus' actions, dodging corpses as he tiptoed at a high speed towards the same man, standing beside him and putting both hands on his shoulders, almost picturing a kid asking his father for a treat.

"What kind of power is that, lad? What can ya do with it? Can you literally, like, make people fly? What if you tell someone to fly, will they attempt to fly?" meanwhile Óscar was asking all of that, the Chicken Walker advanced a single step towards them, enough to make the terrain tremble for a second as it crushed one of the deceased Mute's corpse, making Óscar turn around with a swift move and stare into the machine's...well, chassis. "Shite, forgot we had to deal with this." and as soon as the Speedster was about to work out a plan, already starting to move to the side in an attempt to surround the alien machinery, before it literally blew up. The radius of the explosion did not affect Óscar, who was able to back up fast enough to not get harmed by it before yet another explosion went off and a new individual appeared on top of the now destroyed Chicken Walker, yelling out. ”The one, the only, Zas the demon lord has returned!”, yet Roundabout had no idea who he was.

What he had an idea about, though, is that she literally had a rocket launcher. A rocket launcher. Yes. Óscar accelerated, creating quite a big trail on dust as he positioned himself behind Zas herself, clearly impressed more than he was cautious, going to use one of his hands to rub the back end of the rocket launcher itself with a laugh. "You're telling me you had a rocket launcher too!? Where the fuck do you come from, lads? One can kill people with a single command, and the other literally blows things up, what the bloody'ell is going on?" Óscar asked yet again in an attempt to make some sense out of the situation, before realizing this would not end well for anyone given the circumstances. "Shite..." he thought, getting back on track again and moving off from Zas' side with incredible speed, now instead putting himself in the middle of the group, shouting out for all of them to hear.

"Alright, you people! Let's get out of here before more of them come: we'd be better off getting away now instead of getting killed due to a small skirmish! I got a place, so, follow me ya'll!"

He then stopped the shouting, looking back to both 78 and Frederick. "I already know you're coming, I just yelled 'cause...shite, everyone here did a great entrance and I wanted some attention fo' myself, you know?"

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I'mma start writing my own response now, bois.

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@LordOfTheNight I'm surprised that the aliens didn't literally remove Marcus' vocal chords (or actually just put something on him so he can't speak) since he can destroy an entire patrol with a single command lmao.

N E R F.

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@Lauder Imma up it up just 'cause you took the time to actually draw her, which is N I C E.

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Sorry for the short post! But I didn't want to do anything prior to 78's and the Fisherman's reaction, as well as trying to see if they'd come with Óscar!

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Unexpected Company

_{Interacting with @Parzivol and @Utrax}

The situation seemed to calm down almost immediately, something which made Óscar sigh in relief...but not for long, seeing as how the ration dispensers began to close as the sirens of the walls dictated that the patrols were coming in, due to the ruckus. "Oh, for the love of Buddha." the speedster idly mentioned to no one in particular, watching how the rest of the civilians and supers began to scurry away from the fray as the thumping noise indicating a Chicken Walker began to close in. "Hey, we're leaving, thanks for the food!" Green Eyes yelled to Mr.Guijarro as him and Globadier started to make their way back to, presumably, their own little apartment.

"Everyone down now!" the Mute patrols yelled out, making EVEN MORE civvies start to run back and away from the enhanced humans under the alien's orders. Óscar looked back at the fisherman, then at 78, exchanging his gaze between the two and sighing once again: but now, it wasn't one of relief or anything like that, he was visibly worried. The man started to step back away from the situation, trying to grab the man that offended 78 by the shoulder and starting to drag him away from the Cyborg as well as from the patrols. "Lads, we need t' get outta he'e aye? There'll be plenty 'o time to beat this guy down if ya want, but now, we need to move!

And just as he said that he looked to the newcomer, the seemingly-normal fisherman that tried to talk down 78, or at least gain information off of it. "I'm talking to ya too! Come on, I know a place!" Óscar desperately tried to call out to both of them: why'd he care about those two's lives? They didn't help him in anything, at least for now, and he clearly did not know them until today. But something told him to do so, maybe it was to try and make amends from his prior mistakes? He was not a bad man, not at all, and with this, he attempted to make that known. "Ugh, why did I have to go out today..." the speedster thought, still dragging the man.

In times like these, when faced with danger, the Guijarro's always had a plan as stupid as that may seem, but it got them out of trouble each time they used it. That plan, you ask? Running away, simple as that, retreat to fight again the next day.

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I KNEW BAD LADS WERE GONNA COME.

I'll let the cyborg-boi reply, and then I'll do mine and so on, just so that we have some sense of order.

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Now that I think about it, Óscar ain't even a villain...and he surely won't approve of Freezeframe's thingies: it'll be interesting to see how things turn.