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I'm sorry if you find this fight unfair, but I specifically made Arsenal to be a pure force of destruction. It would most likely take more than one parahuman to bring him down, or just that single parahuman that knows how to deal with glass cannons or be a very resourceful individual.
@The Wild West

ok.... how many bullets do you have. i mean, you can only carry so much into battle.

i get that this is a superhero thing, but even so.


Well, I don't really know the whole logistics or blueprints on the impractical design, but I did say he had enough ammo to last him in long fights in the description. As stated in the CS, "Each arm carries only just a few clips or rounds for every single weapon", so I would say that his front arms would at least have a 10-15 seconds of full auto while since the upper arms are new to the battle, they have more ammo to fire.
Arsenal - Denver Alley


Arsenal was having a grand time, tearing away at the two lackeys was just too invigorating for the villain as it felt as if he was invincible against Necro. Though, that was until in the corner of his eyes that the two recently shredded minions began to move once again, standing up after the impressive display of fire power. This new information startled the young man, even rattling his mind as behind him the two streams of bullets didn't hinder the charge of Derron at all! "God damnit!" Arsenal yelled, as Derron smashed into his body, its disgusting grubby hands trying to find its way to his throat. How degrading, getting his ass humped by some undead freak as his master stood their watching from a distance, disgusting pervert. As this unsightly scene was happening, Arsenal didn't seem to notice the now literally brainless Frank crawl towards him with the intent to bring him to the ground. This was starting to piss Arsenal off.

The two holes behind Arsenal's poncho were soon sprouting out two metal arms, not wasting any time, they clamped onto the destroyed chest of Derron, guts and blood spilling out of the various holes around his body. "Disgusting freak," Arsenal muttered, using his superior strength to tear the writhing zombie from off his back, and further crushing the rib cage of Derron to release the anger of being stood up by these mooks. He was about to look over to find Necro, the master between these two zombies, but suddenly felt a jolting pain towards his leg. Holding back the scream of pain, he looked towards the source of pain to find that Franky was still alive, his arm bashing at his legs trying to bring him to the ground. It sort of worked as it brought Arsenal to his knees, bringing his face closer to the ground with his further angered face. Staring vehemently at Franky, he brought his wrath upon the disgusting beast with more shotgun punches to the face and body. Wanting to mush the entire body into a flesh Purée, while the writhing Derron flailed against his two arms trying to strangulate the boy.

Getting a good eight punches on Franky, most of his blood and guts splattered either on the pavement or Arsenal himself, the distinct sound of a gun firing rung in the boy's ear. The bullet smashed into Arsenal's arm, pinging against the bullet proof weapon, but that was lucky due to the rest of his body still being flesh and blood. Not wasting any more time on these poor excuses of henchmen, he turned Derron towards the line of fire, using the body to take the bullets as Bill stood up with a raging passion to beat Necro up until every bone on his suit and inside his body was broken. "Die!" Arsenal yelled, turning himself to pitch the entire body of Derron towards the gunman. Using his entire body to hurl the zombie towards the gunman, the resulting momentum turning Arsenal from his back on Necro to his front, facing Necro directly. The two arms upon his back shrunk back into the destroyed poncho, though the two bulges on the shoulders of his poncho started to grow with his two front arms raising from his poncho to show the similar metal arms. They started to fire, not only were the two front arms firing its fill, the two bulges on the top started to fire that similar stream of bullets towards the same direction. Four arms firing down at the alleyway, shredding anything down its path hoping to destroy everything in his path including the two zombies and Necro himself. Bill had forgotten about Zach at this point, he would be caught up in the stream of bullets, but the lethal hail of death would find itself in a pickle as it would slam into the cape.
@Sophrus, buddy. Do you know when you are going to post?
Advanced technology, experienced combat veteran, and the element of surprise can work wonders. Though, if you know what he is packing it would be easier it to deal with him. Or just be super powered in where guns no longer pose a threat, *cough* Zach *cough*.

Arsenal - Denver Alley

Arsenal continued to fire down the alleyway, the two minions taking the impossible brunt of the bullets as they continued to charge through the hail of fire. Interesting, are they invulnerable to physical damage? No, they are obviously taking massive damage to their bodies, but maybe they have increased durability? Maybe enough adrenaline moving through their bodies to ignore death? The ideas flew through Arsenal's mind, but in the end, Bill had formulated one solid plan against these durable minions. Shifting his stream of fire to the legs rather than the center of the bodies, Arsenal was hoping this would cause their lower= half to be completely shredded or at the most unable to use their legs from the amount of damage they would be taking from the hail of bullets. Franky was slow, tough and slow, he would take the hit harder than the rather faster Derron, but increased durability didn't mean enhanced reflexes in the crowded alleyway. As their movement slowed down, or stopped completely at this point, another mechanical whir sounded under his shredded poncho, it was time to bring the pain.

Arsenal, from the spot that he had been standing during the fight, was suddenly running towards the two minions. The minions had already covered most of the ground between the two, but it was still impressive for the sudden charge to gain so much speed without little charge-up. Though, as he approached closer to the two minions, he balled up his fist with a look of determination. Under the poncho, an arm suddenly flew out from the confines of the cloth, and was trying to meet with the face of the brute Franky. Turning his back of Derron, using the full momentum of his punch and extreme durability of his arm, he tried to break any defense that the brute tried to pull up. Though, a regular old punch wouldn't do at all! Tightening his fist further, a loud shotgun blast echoed through the alleyway instead of the rapid fire of bullets, the shotgun blast emanating from the fist of Arsenal. Shotgun fist, in close combat having a shotgun placed onto someone's skin and then firing usually did some damage to the enemy. Though, that wasn't all that Bill had stored in for Franky, another arm straight after the blast tried to hook into Franky's head, after meeting any kind of resistance or freely landing the hook would activate another shotgun blast causing a second arm. It was time to focus on Derron now.

Derron, the enemy to his back was obviously going to attack his vulnerable spot. Though, it wasn't so vulnerable than everyone would think of a regular human. Trying to use the surprise at his advantage, he waited until the second goon was close enough to for sure be annihilated by his rate of fire. When close enough, suddenly two streams of concentrated bullets tore through the back of the poncho, hoping to truly strike at the frail body from such a close range of fire. Though, at this point, Arsenal was getting ahead of himself, having a little bit too much fun as he tore away at the two mooks, and turned his head over to the still nameless kid. Trying to watch whatever minion that he was facing, it seemed that his opponent was a person with their brain matter flinging around the alleyway. After a second, a thought appeared in his mind about the durability of these minions, "Oh... Zombies?"

Interested as well, and I bet any of you can guess the theme of my character will be in the RP.
Arsenal - Denver Alley

Arsenal eyed the poorly hidden figure, the henchman called Derron slinking out of the shadows to obediently scurry away towards his master. This allowed Arsenal to further scan the area for any advantages that he could exploit during the supposed fight, the alleyway seemed to be mostly void of objects besides the broken shards of glass and litter that covered the dank floor. And there was still the problem of trying to fight against four strangers, each that could have some power that could overwhelm him with their numbers. He grumbled, there was nothing that he could do that wouldn't cause such a disadvantage for him during a fight, but an opportunity seemed to appear before the opportunistic gunslinger. Something that could possibly turn this four enemies into one enemy and a possible ally.

It was the argument that was going between the two, each had two differing opinions upon the value of life for the common thug. The apparent parahuman wanted them dead on the scene, yet Necro wanted to save these low life scum to avoid the glaring gaze of the super powered heroes of the PRT and Protectorate. Necro's objective was self serving in the end, but Arsenal could use the conviction of the apparent superhuman boy to his advantage. It was obvious that he despised the actions that Necro was performing, and that ice cold tone within his voice stated that he hated Necro as a person with a boiling aggression. At this point, Arsenal was going to try to use the aggression of the parahuman to attack Necro while trying to get the attention of the PRT with the ensuing fight. So, his great plan started, let's see if it works.

Arsenal left his shaded spot, allowing the full light to shine upon his costume. With an astute ear, one could hear the jingling and scraping of metal as he walked into the limelight. "I have to agree with the young spark here, there ain't no point in using the resources to save these common thugs," Bill stated, a light whirring sound emanating from under his poncho, "Unless these are your thugs Mr. Necro. You be trying to buy more time with the whole nice guy act to keep us in place, and all the while more of your shadowy henchmen will gather up upon us and jump us in this here dark alleyway." Arsenal smiled under his mask, vilifying someone was easy given enough information, but with your costume carrying bleached white bones and minions hiding under the shadows made things way more easier. However, it was time to act on the daring plan, bullets were suddenly flying through the air! Arsenal had fired his guns under his poncho, tearing holes in the cloth, but the bullets zoomed towards henchmen carrying the rather unlucky thugs. "The names Arsenal, the newest addition to the heroes!" Bill directed towards the unnamed kid, "Let's take down this villain together."
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