Legion turned around at the sound of Alloy's voice, and gave his partner-in-crime an extremely rare chuckle. "Of course," he stated, a tone of smugness seeping into his robotic voice. He sheathed his crimson red blade and twirled it around his fingers, just before his armor completely receded into his skin, leaving him in his civilian gear. Slipping the hilt of his blade into his backpocket, Legion brought his wrist up, revealing a watch. One click, and a completely holographic video of the Justice League arriving onto the scene appeared. Letting the scene play out for a bit, Legion then cut off the holograph and rested a hand inside of his jean's pocket.
"As you can see, there's something brewing. Considering the information I've recorded...we may want to keep this to ourselves. Bane would send us on a suicide espionage mission..." he clarified, his voice returning to it's deep, apathetic growl.
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Legion slowly sheathed his katana as he began recording the meeting, with audio instead of just video.
Titus watched with focused eyes as Superman appeared, along with the rest of what appeared to be this Earth's superhero force, or The Justice League. He didn't know much about their powers or abilities, nor did he honestly care, as he doubted he would be too surprised by it. Taking off his golden Asgardian helmet, Titus hooked Amund to his belt and walked forward, staring eye-to-eye with Superman and Batman.
"A group, you say?" He asked doubtfully, taking a glance at the other superheroes. The only ones he could honestly respect for power and skill was the Captain Britain male, and the hammer-guy to a smaller degree. They were the only ones he had seen in actual combat, however. The female apprentice of Batman seemed to have a few tricks, as well as the ice-guy.
Titus watched with focused eyes as Superman appeared, along with the rest of what appeared to be this Earth's superhero force, or The Justice League. He didn't know much about their powers or abilities, nor did he honestly care, as he doubted he would be too surprised by it. Taking off his golden Asgardian helmet, Titus hooked Amund to his belt and walked forward, staring eye-to-eye with Superman and Batman.
"A group, you say?" He asked doubtfully, taking a glance at the other superheroes. The only ones he could honestly respect for power and skill was the Captain Britain male, and the hammer-guy to a smaller degree. They were the only ones he had seen in actual combat, however. The female apprentice of Batman seemed to have a few tricks, as well as the ice-guy.
Dahlia Hawthorne said
Bariellan came storming out onto the docks, coming up behind Brutus and giving him a sharp shove. "If you wanted me to come along you should of asked" she hissed, now dressed in armor. "Do I really have to go back just to fetch such things? Don't you have something available on these boats? If your that unprepared I don't see why we should be going to war at all" she began to scold. "And look at how under polished your armor is! If you are to appear before the other countries you should really consider hiring someone to make that sparkle. And don't give me that 'Yeah yeah yeah' face, you better be listening to me Brutus, I swear to god did you shine your sword? Did you pack sufficient vegetables if any vegetables at all? Meat spoils after a long period of time you know, you better be ready to starve if that's all your packing, who wrote this list? Where is the packing chart? Who is in charge of the cargo? I need to make edits immediately, I have to set you up for a polishing appointment, you skipped your dance lessons as well!" she continued. It was clear she had a lot more to say, but decided to wait out his response before she started up again.
Barnelsby gave the maid an annoyed, flat stare. "Shut up."
Legion was busy.
Darting between a robot's clumsy hits, the sword-wielding cyborg eviscerated the tin-can with one sword-swoop, before activating his cloaking device and leaping into a large crowd of the badly-programmed androids. Hundreds of precise, yet erratic slices into their vital spots - the neck, motherboard, and chest - went on like a crimson-steel whirlwind, and within seconds Legion was surrounded by groups of robot parts, his crimson blade held loosely in his hand.
"Legion! What the hell is going on?! Whats with these bots?"
Legion calmly leaped high into the air, clearing at least 20 feet before falling back down and planting his glowing sword right into a giant mech's internal harddrive. As the thing exploded, the ninja darted onto a nearby rooftop and pressed his fingers to his neck. "Alloy, new plan: Rendezvous at my location so that I can ship the vial off to Bane, but do not inquire the attention of anyone. There's dozens of heroes here, and even a God. We are in over our heads for this one." Legion cut the feed and crouched low to the ceiling, watching the proceedings with a keen, intelligent eye.
Titus chuckled deeply, hefting his warhammer onto his shoulder and nodding his head. "Indeed. Do you know why this world is getting invad-" He began, but was cutoff by the sound of concrete breaking, along with the sound of the human female from before screaming something. Turning around, Titus watched as a tall, admittedly feminine looking boy with some sort of ice power descended from who knows where, momentarily stopping the waves of robots with a large barrier of ice.
"It seems like they're in trouble." Titus frowned, staring at the golden-armored figure that was stronger than the rest of the cannon fodder. Levitating into the air, he brought Amund high into the air, mentally calling upon his powers to bless him once more. "More heathens." A large bolt of pure thunder echoed throughout the clouds, before arching down through the air and slamming right into Titus and his brandished Amund. Roaring, Titus flew at the alien-robot beast, throwing the lightning-charged Amund right at it's head with precise skill as he brought his fist back for a ferocious punch.
Darting between a robot's clumsy hits, the sword-wielding cyborg eviscerated the tin-can with one sword-swoop, before activating his cloaking device and leaping into a large crowd of the badly-programmed androids. Hundreds of precise, yet erratic slices into their vital spots - the neck, motherboard, and chest - went on like a crimson-steel whirlwind, and within seconds Legion was surrounded by groups of robot parts, his crimson blade held loosely in his hand.
"Legion! What the hell is going on?! Whats with these bots?"
Legion calmly leaped high into the air, clearing at least 20 feet before falling back down and planting his glowing sword right into a giant mech's internal harddrive. As the thing exploded, the ninja darted onto a nearby rooftop and pressed his fingers to his neck. "Alloy, new plan: Rendezvous at my location so that I can ship the vial off to Bane, but do not inquire the attention of anyone. There's dozens of heroes here, and even a God. We are in over our heads for this one." Legion cut the feed and crouched low to the ceiling, watching the proceedings with a keen, intelligent eye.
Titus chuckled deeply, hefting his warhammer onto his shoulder and nodding his head. "Indeed. Do you know why this world is getting invad-" He began, but was cutoff by the sound of concrete breaking, along with the sound of the human female from before screaming something. Turning around, Titus watched as a tall, admittedly feminine looking boy with some sort of ice power descended from who knows where, momentarily stopping the waves of robots with a large barrier of ice.
"It seems like they're in trouble." Titus frowned, staring at the golden-armored figure that was stronger than the rest of the cannon fodder. Levitating into the air, he brought Amund high into the air, mentally calling upon his powers to bless him once more. "More heathens." A large bolt of pure thunder echoed throughout the clouds, before arching down through the air and slamming right into Titus and his brandished Amund. Roaring, Titus flew at the alien-robot beast, throwing the lightning-charged Amund right at it's head with precise skill as he brought his fist back for a ferocious punch.
manapool1 said
Hazar looked up at the large man as if it were very common, which it was when he was younger but he had grown use to it instead he smiled. He never expected a full portrait of what the warriors of this kingdom would look like, it was very impressive, a normal man would shit there britches if they they saw them storming, but not the ones to had to prove there worth by killing a bear in the wilderness and come back with it's corpse, much like his did. No instead of seeming fearful he smiled and looked up at the man with his deep set eyes which easily contrasted his face."ahh you must be the one they call king brute, sorry if that offends you, I didn't mean a thing by it, it just fits your stature well, thought I take it you must be quick on your feet as well. Any who my name is Hazar dibuja and I am from a land far north of here and we have pondered if you would be willing to aline yourselves with our kind, we may be generally small and wire framed, especially compared to your people but we make decent fighters and will greatly lower our trade prices with you"
If King Brute was considered tall, then Barnelsby was considered supernatural. With grace and swiftness that one would expect from a warrior of his stature, the red-haired guardsmen smoothly unsheathed his crimson greatsword, walking slowly towards the short man that had offered his king an alliance. A guard tried to stand in his way, and Barnelsby merely swung his sword outwards, decapitating the foolish man where he stood. Flicking the blood off of his sword, Barnelsby walked over to King Brute and the other man.
"Would you like your body cremated?" He asked simply, glaring holes downwards into the man's face. Barnelby wasn't much of a talker, nor did he care much for being nice. He was blunt, and to the point.
Eh, thunder, lightning, it's all the same to me. The above gif is basically what I mean.
Well, kind of like this:
Raise a rod
Thunder comes from sky
Hits rod
Aim rod at enemy
Thunder shoots from rod
Obliterates enemy.
Obviously, it's a lot more complex and detailed, but that's one of Titus's 'attacks', I guess you could say.
Raise a rod
Thunder comes from sky
Hits rod
Aim rod at enemy
Thunder shoots from rod
Obliterates enemy.
Obviously, it's a lot more complex and detailed, but that's one of Titus's 'attacks', I guess you could say.
Haha, more bad writing on my part. I put 'specifically, Thunder manipulation' write beside the 'Weather manipulation' to specify and clear things up. And yes, bullets could kill him as well.
Titus also has control over weather, or thunder, more specifically, through the use of his own uru-crafted hammer, Amund. With these abilities comes the power of flight and energy projection, but on a significantly lesser scale of his mentor's. tl;dr editon -
- Super Strength, Super Speed, Durability, and Stamina
- Flight, Weather Manipulaton
- Energy Projection
Sorry if I didn't make it clear enough, but I did say that his weather manipulation power comes from his hammer, along with energy projection. Basically, if he somehow loses his hammer, he will only have his super attributes and flight.
- Super Strength, Super Speed, Durability, and Stamina
- Flight, Weather Manipulaton
- Energy Projection
Sorry if I didn't make it clear enough, but I did say that his weather manipulation power comes from his hammer, along with energy projection. Basically, if he somehow loses his hammer, he will only have his super attributes and flight.
Ha ha, he's not a God. He's just an Asgardian. Thor is his mentor, and he's a God.
Basically, if you manage to stab him through the heart, he's most-likely dead. He can also be wounded, knocked unconscious, etc etc. It's just a hell of a lot harder to do than doing it to regular humans.
Basically, if you manage to stab him through the heart, he's most-likely dead. He can also be wounded, knocked unconscious, etc etc. It's just a hell of a lot harder to do than doing it to regular humans.
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