Post by airalinaseerhart on Jan 15, 2011 3:06:15 GMT -5
Darcian Raldon had been eagerly awaiting this day. Now, not only was he to prove himself to their leader, but they would take down the academy with them. Being the oldest of the group at 20, Darcian stood tall, rather muscular beneath his spandex t-shirt and loose fitting jeans. He was to have the Thug to accompany him for obvious reasons. As soon as the flag dropped and Demarco said to go, he ran. The school was in utter chaos, but with his techy skills, he slipped into the janitor's closet, hacked the system and opened the staircase leading to the subbasement. "Heeeeere Muties! We're gonna show you that humans are assholes, and they deserve to die." Hands, and miniature computer were put in his pockets, as the illusionist nearly skipped down the stairs. "Heeeere mutie mutie mutie!"
Chuck Wallace was just about to walk to his dorm when he heard the explosion. By the time he began to dash towards the stairs he woudl see the guy taunting the, as he skipped down stairs. "Well, why's a little girl talkin' 'bout muties?" He said, his imposing figure becoming stronger and stronger looking. He looked more like a brick-wall than a husky-ogre. Arms flexed as he looked past him to the stairs. "What'ca' done 'ere lil' girl?" He took a step forward, not wanting to waste time messing with some bitch and his generic thug.
Generic Thug followed close behind Darcian, a sinister smile creeping over his lips. Oh he was going to have fun.. so much fun. For the sake of a name, let's give him the nick-name Arrow. They had barely gotten down the steps when a looming shadow appeared. "This ones Mines NEAHAHAAHAHA" He'd begin to laugh and as he did so his laughter picked up force. The disturbance in the wind was whooshing forward sharply. It would sting.. but he wouldn't stop there. With a smooth horizontal slash of the air in front of him Arrow would aim to catch Chuck's feet mid-step, hopefully causing him to stumble down. If that didn't work.. well Arrow would just have more fun.. now wouldn't he?
Harley Brenton, before the explosion, was just sat around in class. As soon as she heard the noise, she got up out of her seat and used the sudden panic to slip into the subbasement, running down the stairs. She'd be halfway down when she'd hear Arrow's ear-scratching cackle. "Oh, jeesus" she uttered, picking up the pace before jumping down the last couple of stairs. She stared between the three of them- to Chuck, then to the two hooligans. She took a moment to roll up her sleeves and crack her knuckles, warily coming to a stand-still somewhere near Chuck. "Aft'rnoon, lad" she beamed, turning to face the blue-haired guy as her eyes progressively lost their pupils.
[#] The speakers on all the walls crackled with feedback before a boy's voice, and older boy, boomed about. "Attention students. Mutant attackers have invaded the school. There is a mutant in the pool, 2 mutants downstairs in the subbasment, a mutant in the front hall, and a mutant in the garden. All are hostile," Leon's voice said. Then he silenced himself.
Darcian Raldon jumped the last two or three steps as he grinned at the sudden bone head who had run down to meet them. "Evenin' there boy. I'm gonna be.. Oh.. I don't know, kickin' your ass here with my partner. Then we're gonna take your bloody butts back and show you just how we work." Eyes narrowed as he smiled, baring all white teeth. The young man pulled the button over his pocket down to secure the small hacking device, and cracked his knuckles, stepping aside as Arrow shot down and began to have his fun. "Yeah, yeah! Do what you like. Just keep him ALIVE! Beating them within an inch of their lives is fine too." Darcy sent a charming smile in Harley's direction. "Now what's a charming lady like you, working with these idiots for? Don't you know humans hate us?"
Chuck Wallace looked at the guy, a small smirk on his face. "Ya' think some pompous lil' ass can beat tha' strongest man in tha' world?" He boasted as he felt the wind grasp his ankle as he advanced. He stumbled momentarily, but it was easy enough to resist. "Oh, ya got tricks do ya'?" He joked as he advanced further, going into his tried and true fighting stance: Right hand blocking side of face, left hand out in front, and upperbody leaned back slightly. He moved his head around at random times, not wanting to remain motionless. "Well, so do I." He said as suddenly pushed of his back leg and sent a wild haymaker at "Arrow."
Generic Thug tisked in annoyance, "Oy oy, all's you got is some weight on yah. Ya know what de say. Big'uns fall harder." He'd laugh and let the guy get in close. As the kick came at him he swiftly double blocked it with both his hands, the force of the kick being slowed down a good amount, but nowhere near entirely. (his blocks of air feel like small metal walls). This was, for all intents and purposes, his only chance to judge this bruits strength. He was unable to catch the blow completely and was knocked away. Though this hurt, no bones were broken and he landed on his feet a few feet away. "Time ta get real." With that Arrow would take in a deep breath and blow with all his might, attempting to at least get the guy off balance for a split second.. that was all he'd need.
Harley Brenton side-stepped out of Chuck's way as he went thundering toward 'Arrow', simply smiling over to the other brute. "Guess tha' means I'm stuck wit' you, ey?" she giggled, almost seeming to disreguard his comment about humans. Her pa didn't hate her, neither did her brother. He was wrong and she knew it. She took a moment to hold one of her hands out, limp, infront of her whilst the other one was folded underneith it. A vein appeared to stand out against her forehead as she stood there, before her very fingertips appeared to point outwards, as though renewed with life. This would cause the lights to flicker a bit, and a smile crept across her mouth. "Let's dance, pretty boy" she smirked, and if the brute hadn't gone for her by that point, she'd attempt to run at him.
Darcian Raldon had an eery smile creep across his pale features as he combed his hair back from his eyes. Darcy flexed his fingers. "You read my mind." The whites of his teeth only got white and whiter.. or the room was fading to a dull gray. The walls, the furniture, everything seemed to be lifeless, colorless. An illusion around Darcian formed as he held out his arms. Using his sliiiiight telepathic connections with people he was able to see the people Harley loved most, and he chose her father. To Chuck he was his mother, a kind, warm smile on their faces, arms outstretched. "What's all this hostility, and fighting for? Children, children. Calm yourselves." The image was absolutely stable. Most people were confused by this, just like Demarco's illusions.
Chuck Wallace would feel his punch land solidly, but sadly it was not to full effect. If all of it had gotten through he would not have survived, Chuck was sure of that. Soon he wuld feel the wind batter him like a tempest. He would lower to a kneel, and even then the wind was nearly too much. Soon he lowerd a hand to the ground, his fingertips sinking into the flooring, anchoring himself in. A moment later everything would dull and his mother would appear, arms outstretched. The tempest did not cease though. "Ma?" He asked, releasing his grip for only a moment, which sent him skidding across the floor as if it were ice. He trained for this. It was an illusion, right? Yeah, his mom wouldn't attack him. "Oy' 'arley, it aren't real!" He screamed as he sent his fingertips into the floor once more, then again and again, as if he were scaling an ice wall and his fingers were ice picks. "C'mere ya' lil' bag o' air!" He grumbled as he continued on his path. He still saw his mom, but it wasn't her.
Generic Thug had his chance.. why on earth would he just 'wait' for the big lug to pay attention and focus on him again. Oh no, he was running in full speed, which.. using the wind, was really really fast.. much too fast for the big lug to catch him, at least that's what Arrow hoped. He'd get in and under Chucks guard aiming for nearly 20 lighting fast punches to his left side. None of them would hurt.. but that's not what he cared about. Each punch, regardless of the contact or not, was shooting out waves of air. These waves would disrupt the nerves within his body and his brain. His balance would be off and ideally, his internal organs will be ripped apart from the inside. Boy, the guy was lucky he was only punching non-vital areas. Still this punching would go on until the 20 were given, or until he started to make a grab, or another punch, where in Arrow would attempt to leap out of arms way.
Harley Brenton stared at the illusion for a moment- she knew it wasn't real. Her head was screaming it to her; but part of her almost wanted it to be. Her arm was kept straight, as were her fingers as she glared about the space. She couldn't see her target, so how was she supposed to fight? She bit her lip, continuously watching around her, keeping watch on Chuck was well as the blankness which surrounded them. Electricity was dangerous stuff, and if worse came to worse, she'd have to unleash that which was contained in her arm in random directions, which could then potentially harm Chuck, which she certainly didn't want. A frown formed across her head as the vein still poked out, green irises still searching the blank space for her opponent. Her arm was starting to ache and the strain was also beginning to show. "Come out where I can see ye'!" she growled, a glance passed to Chuck, then to the figure of her father, then back to the space. Bloody illusionist.
Darcian Raldon had snaked away from the drama as the students began to get agitated. Now he was near the Christmas tree. As soon as the students realized the illusions weren't real, his opened fists were closed. As Chuck's mother disappeared in smoke, her very essence seemed to drift away, like she had become dust. The smoke swirled, and danced up towards the ceiling and added to the grayness of the area. Darcy smiled in his invisibility. One hand was at his temple, the other flexing its' fingers as he snapped. The snap reverberated around the room in a loud bomb like echo. In screams of terror and pain, Harley's father disappeared, turning to ashes at her feet, tears running down his blackened face as he crumbled to nothingness. He himself dispersed like Chuck's mother had, and the room was then completely black. After the illusions disappeared, both of them would feel as if ice cold water had been dumped on them. They might even feel a tightening in their joints. A shudder would run down their spine. A small voice may even appear in the back of their minds saying to leave, while they still had the chance. This was all the after affect of the man's power. The fear. It was all consuming, all darkness. Black, dark, dank. A whisper floated throughout the dark room. To Arrow, the room was normal, but to Chuck and Harley, it was almost impossible to see ahead. "Get oooooout." The whisper cooed.
Chuck Wallace saw his mother dash towards him and he would react, though not quite quick enough. He felt the punches, and the did indeed knock him off balance, but his training taught him to fight through his body failing him. His right hand would rip a massive chunk from the floor and send it towards his left side, batting at him like a fly. Half way through this his vision would fade, as if a great fog had fallen onto the room, making the attack very inaccurate. He would not stop, sending elbows and wild haymakers to where he thought he saw the figure. His rage was building. Since Arrow would likely retreat a bit after the wild haymakers, he would grasp more chunks from the floor, throwing them wildly. "Can't fight like a man, eh? Gotta fight like a lil' girl, unable to show themselves?" He screamed after his shower of cement. "C'mon! C'mon! C'MON!" He bellowed, his massive lungs emptying instantly, the shout nearly palpable. It was like a small percussion blast had happened.
[#] Feedback sounded once again, and Leon's voice sounded. "Leader dead. Hostile mutants still in the subbasement, the garden and the pool," he said. A crack and pop later, the announcement ended.
Generic Thug was lucky. Had the behemoth been able to see he probably would have been hit by the cement, but with the failing vision combined with his speed he was able to avoid everything though the first one was pretty close and required some air manipulation to move it. With a smirk Arrow would use his powers to 'throw' his voice so that it was behind the man. "Oy, wha'cha say about fightin like a girly?" He'd say waiting for the man to turn around. Oh the plans he had for him. Assuming he'd turned to the sound Arrow would dash in close with a sparrow hand. He would go for a more important area along the back, a kidney. It's not like his hand would pass through the mans body, but the force of the wind's reverberation would churn the organs in his body and would surly hurt like hell. That would be his only attack. He was beginning to grow board and decided to finish his bit fast. The air around Chuck would begin to get heavy. Chuck would find it harder and harder to breath, and since he was already in a rage his muscles required more oxygen. Unless something was done soon, Chuck would likely pass out.
Harley Brenton took a step back- the illusion was frightening, but that's all it was, an illusion. She kept having to remind herself of that. Hearing Chuck, (not like you couldn't hear him to be fair), and seeing as her opponent couldn't be seen, she'd channel some of the electricity held within her arm to create a small, lantern-like ball of energy within her palm. Although now the strain was pressed more against her fingers than it was her arm, she could use this to find Chuck and possibly the other pair of thugs. Following what was left of the echo his final shout gave off, she darted toward that general direction. Screw it; if she couldn't find her attacker, she may as well help out her companion. She caught sight of them both fairly quickly- but perhaps not quick enough. Seeing the impending attack, practically launched herself and the ball of electricity at 'Arrow'. The sphere was relatively small, so if she was fortunate enough to hit him, it would've done some damage, but nothing too life-threatening.
Darcian Raldon had the dark area around him only get darker. Within Chuck and Harley's mind, the temperature seemed to drop by several degrees rather rapidly to the point where their breath would cause faint fog to dance at their lips. Of course, this too was only an illusion. As he laughed, his chuck began to reverberate around the room, coming from everywhere at once, an echo dancing across the room. "Come find me little girl." He cooed. As he saw the girl run blindly to her, she'd set up another illusion. Chuck would see nothing but snow, his hands and feet would look cold, black, frozen with ice, and dead. Heavy blizzard winds stinging his ears and blocking most noise. To Harley, she would be in the same situation as her father. Flames erupted and roared angrily in her ears, dancing, and licking at her skin, making the area seem hot. Remember, this is all an illusion, so he was just fucking with their senses. A piercing scream was heard from the doorway-- there, stood her brother, crying, screaming, trying to break passed firemen to save her. But Harley, was too far within the flames to be saved.
Chuck Wallace was about to swing behind him, where he heard "Arrow's" voice, but then he saw a sparking missle shoot by him. He turned and made out the figure of Arrow. He swung wildly, trying to follow up Harley's attack with one of his own. After this move is when the snow would fall. He tried to block it out, though his skin got goose bumps and he began to shiver slightly. He noticed his limbs, but he knew it was fake. He ignored that, but he couldn't ignore the snow. He knew it wasn't real, but he couldn't shake it. Chuck ran over to the seats that were bolted into the ground, momentarily forgetting about Arrow. He began ripping them out and throwing them with immense force in random directions, hoping to stop the man who did the illusions. It would be blind-luck if he hit anyone. He needed to stop Dar. He would go insane soon if he didn't.
Generic Thug noticed the women lunging at him, but electricity was not solid, and it was fast. He wasn't exactly able to 'dodge' it, but he was able to avoid a direct blow. The electricity was thankfully not life threatening, but it was extremely painful. "RAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" He'd scream as the pain coursed through his body. Luck was on his side, the pain caused him to fall back, unintentionally avoiding the wild punch thrown at him by Chuck. Slowly picking himself up the pain had seemed to only make him more furious then ever. "I bite.. my thumb at cha BITCH!" He'd roar the temporary relief given to chuck from this distraction was followed with nearly no oxygen getting to either of them. The more they struggled the faster they would suffocate. He wouldn't kill them.. no.. but he wanted to watch them suffer. It would only be a matter of minutes at the most (two-three posts).
[#] Bryton ran in through the double doors, still dressed in his business suit. He was sweating, and he was near tears, but he was hear. His voice resounded throughout the entire school. The Headmaster has arrived. was all he could make out before he caught wind of the closest battle and made his way to it.
Harley Brenton almost snarled as yet another illusion took shape; though this was perhaps the most frightening as of yet. She could feel the flames crawling on her skin, even though they weren't even there. She closed her eyes and shook her head, "It's not there, it's not there, it's not there.." she whispered to herself over and over, staggering for a moment. Without warning, she felt her chest tightening up- she couldn't breathe. Why couldn't she breathe?! Continuing to keep her eyes closed, she would take a blind hit with the remaining charge left within her arm. She'd turn around and direct it in roughly, where she believed, the last place she'd seen the illusionist. She opened one of her eyes, to clarify that she wasn't aiming anywhere near Chuck, and let loose. A surge of white light darted from her, the force of which forced her back a couple of steps. If it didn't hit a person, then it would simply char whatever furniture was unfortunate enough to come into contact with it.
Darcian Raldon kept that cocky smile on his face as his illusions worked their magic. The illusionist kept well out of Arrow's reach as he manipulated the air. "Yo! Are you okay?" Harley and Chuck wouldn't be able to hear him, or the intercom as his illusions kept firing away. Then he stopped, and stared at the intercom from which the voice was coming.. their leader was not only dead, but the headmaster was here! Eyes widened. "Arrow, I think we better split, reinforcements are upstairs." He jerked his thumb in the general direction of the staircase. Next thing he knew, he was smashed in the chest by a chair and thrown into the tree. The man was thrown back and coughed heavily as he pushed the chair off, and layed still against the green decorated tree. He winced, trying to sit up... For a moment, he thought he broke his ribs, but they were merely fractured. "Damn kid." He coughed. That hit knocking him back into the tree saved Dar from getting shocked by Harley's bolt of electricity.. but it caught the tree, which he soon rolled off of, and shook, trying to stand. The illusions around them collapsed, and there was was, staggering like a half dead zombie in the middle of the room, coughing, keeled over. "Damn kids... Arrow!" Cough. "Hurry, before the reinforcements arrive."
Chuck Wallace saw everything collapse around him, eyes seeing the ruined room once more. He turned to Dar, ignoring the heavy breathing to him being out of shape. "Nah, can't run when we was just 'aving fun" He said, smirk on his blunt features. He would charge the man, right arm reared back and a wild haymaker was thrown. That wasn't it though. If it landed he would follow it with a left hook to the jaw, then a right uppercut side and finish it off with a thunderous headbutt. He wasn't going to let someone who played with his mind get away with it.
Generic Thug nodded and simply.. ran off. Those who tried to stop him would have to be faster than he was in order to catch him. He was no speedster, but he was pretty darn fast with all that wind whooshing behind him. No honor among thieves and all that. Pop pop cherrio.
Harley Brenton watched as the room returned to its- fairly trashed- though normal shape. She smiled as she watched the pair flee, then giggled as Chuck went to attack the illusionist, dropping on to her knees. "I swear mate, if ye've done yer'sen damage, I 'ent carryin' ye' to the Infirmary-thingy" she then giggled, and then sat on the floor, breathing somewhat heavily as she did so. Several small cuts were present on her arms and hand, where the electricity had fought to break loose from her, though no serious damage was done. For now, she was tired- which was evident as she then flopped forward and faceplanted into the carpet, curled herself up, and then passed out on the floor. Proper classy, her. Harley's iddy biddy form wasn't built for fighting, let alone having your head screwed with.
Darcian Raldon keeled over and breathed deeply. He had used quite a bit of power, but he hadn't noticed it until recently when he was suddenly attacked and hit with the chair. He took a deep breath and stood up to take a running step forward, but before he knew it, he was brutally rammed across the back into the wall. The illusionist stumbled, and slammed into the wall. His back had cracked, and though he hadn't broken anything, it sure felt like it. A sudden wave of pain running up his spine and making him clench back a cry. His body shook, and he nearly collapsed, only to be caught in the jaw. Now that, did break. There was a crack, and then a pop from the uppercut that followed afterward. The headbutt was the icing on the cake as his eyes fluttered shut and he fell back against the ground. There was no way he was gonna be getting out of here anytime soon.
Chuck Wallace was just about to walk to his dorm when he heard the explosion. By the time he began to dash towards the stairs he woudl see the guy taunting the, as he skipped down stairs. "Well, why's a little girl talkin' 'bout muties?" He said, his imposing figure becoming stronger and stronger looking. He looked more like a brick-wall than a husky-ogre. Arms flexed as he looked past him to the stairs. "What'ca' done 'ere lil' girl?" He took a step forward, not wanting to waste time messing with some bitch and his generic thug.
Generic Thug followed close behind Darcian, a sinister smile creeping over his lips. Oh he was going to have fun.. so much fun. For the sake of a name, let's give him the nick-name Arrow. They had barely gotten down the steps when a looming shadow appeared. "This ones Mines NEAHAHAAHAHA" He'd begin to laugh and as he did so his laughter picked up force. The disturbance in the wind was whooshing forward sharply. It would sting.. but he wouldn't stop there. With a smooth horizontal slash of the air in front of him Arrow would aim to catch Chuck's feet mid-step, hopefully causing him to stumble down. If that didn't work.. well Arrow would just have more fun.. now wouldn't he?
Harley Brenton, before the explosion, was just sat around in class. As soon as she heard the noise, she got up out of her seat and used the sudden panic to slip into the subbasement, running down the stairs. She'd be halfway down when she'd hear Arrow's ear-scratching cackle. "Oh, jeesus" she uttered, picking up the pace before jumping down the last couple of stairs. She stared between the three of them- to Chuck, then to the two hooligans. She took a moment to roll up her sleeves and crack her knuckles, warily coming to a stand-still somewhere near Chuck. "Aft'rnoon, lad" she beamed, turning to face the blue-haired guy as her eyes progressively lost their pupils.
[#] The speakers on all the walls crackled with feedback before a boy's voice, and older boy, boomed about. "Attention students. Mutant attackers have invaded the school. There is a mutant in the pool, 2 mutants downstairs in the subbasment, a mutant in the front hall, and a mutant in the garden. All are hostile," Leon's voice said. Then he silenced himself.
Darcian Raldon jumped the last two or three steps as he grinned at the sudden bone head who had run down to meet them. "Evenin' there boy. I'm gonna be.. Oh.. I don't know, kickin' your ass here with my partner. Then we're gonna take your bloody butts back and show you just how we work." Eyes narrowed as he smiled, baring all white teeth. The young man pulled the button over his pocket down to secure the small hacking device, and cracked his knuckles, stepping aside as Arrow shot down and began to have his fun. "Yeah, yeah! Do what you like. Just keep him ALIVE! Beating them within an inch of their lives is fine too." Darcy sent a charming smile in Harley's direction. "Now what's a charming lady like you, working with these idiots for? Don't you know humans hate us?"
Chuck Wallace looked at the guy, a small smirk on his face. "Ya' think some pompous lil' ass can beat tha' strongest man in tha' world?" He boasted as he felt the wind grasp his ankle as he advanced. He stumbled momentarily, but it was easy enough to resist. "Oh, ya got tricks do ya'?" He joked as he advanced further, going into his tried and true fighting stance: Right hand blocking side of face, left hand out in front, and upperbody leaned back slightly. He moved his head around at random times, not wanting to remain motionless. "Well, so do I." He said as suddenly pushed of his back leg and sent a wild haymaker at "Arrow."
Generic Thug tisked in annoyance, "Oy oy, all's you got is some weight on yah. Ya know what de say. Big'uns fall harder." He'd laugh and let the guy get in close. As the kick came at him he swiftly double blocked it with both his hands, the force of the kick being slowed down a good amount, but nowhere near entirely. (his blocks of air feel like small metal walls). This was, for all intents and purposes, his only chance to judge this bruits strength. He was unable to catch the blow completely and was knocked away. Though this hurt, no bones were broken and he landed on his feet a few feet away. "Time ta get real." With that Arrow would take in a deep breath and blow with all his might, attempting to at least get the guy off balance for a split second.. that was all he'd need.
Harley Brenton side-stepped out of Chuck's way as he went thundering toward 'Arrow', simply smiling over to the other brute. "Guess tha' means I'm stuck wit' you, ey?" she giggled, almost seeming to disreguard his comment about humans. Her pa didn't hate her, neither did her brother. He was wrong and she knew it. She took a moment to hold one of her hands out, limp, infront of her whilst the other one was folded underneith it. A vein appeared to stand out against her forehead as she stood there, before her very fingertips appeared to point outwards, as though renewed with life. This would cause the lights to flicker a bit, and a smile crept across her mouth. "Let's dance, pretty boy" she smirked, and if the brute hadn't gone for her by that point, she'd attempt to run at him.
Darcian Raldon had an eery smile creep across his pale features as he combed his hair back from his eyes. Darcy flexed his fingers. "You read my mind." The whites of his teeth only got white and whiter.. or the room was fading to a dull gray. The walls, the furniture, everything seemed to be lifeless, colorless. An illusion around Darcian formed as he held out his arms. Using his sliiiiight telepathic connections with people he was able to see the people Harley loved most, and he chose her father. To Chuck he was his mother, a kind, warm smile on their faces, arms outstretched. "What's all this hostility, and fighting for? Children, children. Calm yourselves." The image was absolutely stable. Most people were confused by this, just like Demarco's illusions.
Chuck Wallace would feel his punch land solidly, but sadly it was not to full effect. If all of it had gotten through he would not have survived, Chuck was sure of that. Soon he wuld feel the wind batter him like a tempest. He would lower to a kneel, and even then the wind was nearly too much. Soon he lowerd a hand to the ground, his fingertips sinking into the flooring, anchoring himself in. A moment later everything would dull and his mother would appear, arms outstretched. The tempest did not cease though. "Ma?" He asked, releasing his grip for only a moment, which sent him skidding across the floor as if it were ice. He trained for this. It was an illusion, right? Yeah, his mom wouldn't attack him. "Oy' 'arley, it aren't real!" He screamed as he sent his fingertips into the floor once more, then again and again, as if he were scaling an ice wall and his fingers were ice picks. "C'mere ya' lil' bag o' air!" He grumbled as he continued on his path. He still saw his mom, but it wasn't her.
Generic Thug had his chance.. why on earth would he just 'wait' for the big lug to pay attention and focus on him again. Oh no, he was running in full speed, which.. using the wind, was really really fast.. much too fast for the big lug to catch him, at least that's what Arrow hoped. He'd get in and under Chucks guard aiming for nearly 20 lighting fast punches to his left side. None of them would hurt.. but that's not what he cared about. Each punch, regardless of the contact or not, was shooting out waves of air. These waves would disrupt the nerves within his body and his brain. His balance would be off and ideally, his internal organs will be ripped apart from the inside. Boy, the guy was lucky he was only punching non-vital areas. Still this punching would go on until the 20 were given, or until he started to make a grab, or another punch, where in Arrow would attempt to leap out of arms way.
Harley Brenton stared at the illusion for a moment- she knew it wasn't real. Her head was screaming it to her; but part of her almost wanted it to be. Her arm was kept straight, as were her fingers as she glared about the space. She couldn't see her target, so how was she supposed to fight? She bit her lip, continuously watching around her, keeping watch on Chuck was well as the blankness which surrounded them. Electricity was dangerous stuff, and if worse came to worse, she'd have to unleash that which was contained in her arm in random directions, which could then potentially harm Chuck, which she certainly didn't want. A frown formed across her head as the vein still poked out, green irises still searching the blank space for her opponent. Her arm was starting to ache and the strain was also beginning to show. "Come out where I can see ye'!" she growled, a glance passed to Chuck, then to the figure of her father, then back to the space. Bloody illusionist.
Darcian Raldon had snaked away from the drama as the students began to get agitated. Now he was near the Christmas tree. As soon as the students realized the illusions weren't real, his opened fists were closed. As Chuck's mother disappeared in smoke, her very essence seemed to drift away, like she had become dust. The smoke swirled, and danced up towards the ceiling and added to the grayness of the area. Darcy smiled in his invisibility. One hand was at his temple, the other flexing its' fingers as he snapped. The snap reverberated around the room in a loud bomb like echo. In screams of terror and pain, Harley's father disappeared, turning to ashes at her feet, tears running down his blackened face as he crumbled to nothingness. He himself dispersed like Chuck's mother had, and the room was then completely black. After the illusions disappeared, both of them would feel as if ice cold water had been dumped on them. They might even feel a tightening in their joints. A shudder would run down their spine. A small voice may even appear in the back of their minds saying to leave, while they still had the chance. This was all the after affect of the man's power. The fear. It was all consuming, all darkness. Black, dark, dank. A whisper floated throughout the dark room. To Arrow, the room was normal, but to Chuck and Harley, it was almost impossible to see ahead. "Get oooooout." The whisper cooed.
Chuck Wallace saw his mother dash towards him and he would react, though not quite quick enough. He felt the punches, and the did indeed knock him off balance, but his training taught him to fight through his body failing him. His right hand would rip a massive chunk from the floor and send it towards his left side, batting at him like a fly. Half way through this his vision would fade, as if a great fog had fallen onto the room, making the attack very inaccurate. He would not stop, sending elbows and wild haymakers to where he thought he saw the figure. His rage was building. Since Arrow would likely retreat a bit after the wild haymakers, he would grasp more chunks from the floor, throwing them wildly. "Can't fight like a man, eh? Gotta fight like a lil' girl, unable to show themselves?" He screamed after his shower of cement. "C'mon! C'mon! C'MON!" He bellowed, his massive lungs emptying instantly, the shout nearly palpable. It was like a small percussion blast had happened.
[#] Feedback sounded once again, and Leon's voice sounded. "Leader dead. Hostile mutants still in the subbasement, the garden and the pool," he said. A crack and pop later, the announcement ended.
Generic Thug was lucky. Had the behemoth been able to see he probably would have been hit by the cement, but with the failing vision combined with his speed he was able to avoid everything though the first one was pretty close and required some air manipulation to move it. With a smirk Arrow would use his powers to 'throw' his voice so that it was behind the man. "Oy, wha'cha say about fightin like a girly?" He'd say waiting for the man to turn around. Oh the plans he had for him. Assuming he'd turned to the sound Arrow would dash in close with a sparrow hand. He would go for a more important area along the back, a kidney. It's not like his hand would pass through the mans body, but the force of the wind's reverberation would churn the organs in his body and would surly hurt like hell. That would be his only attack. He was beginning to grow board and decided to finish his bit fast. The air around Chuck would begin to get heavy. Chuck would find it harder and harder to breath, and since he was already in a rage his muscles required more oxygen. Unless something was done soon, Chuck would likely pass out.
Harley Brenton took a step back- the illusion was frightening, but that's all it was, an illusion. She kept having to remind herself of that. Hearing Chuck, (not like you couldn't hear him to be fair), and seeing as her opponent couldn't be seen, she'd channel some of the electricity held within her arm to create a small, lantern-like ball of energy within her palm. Although now the strain was pressed more against her fingers than it was her arm, she could use this to find Chuck and possibly the other pair of thugs. Following what was left of the echo his final shout gave off, she darted toward that general direction. Screw it; if she couldn't find her attacker, she may as well help out her companion. She caught sight of them both fairly quickly- but perhaps not quick enough. Seeing the impending attack, practically launched herself and the ball of electricity at 'Arrow'. The sphere was relatively small, so if she was fortunate enough to hit him, it would've done some damage, but nothing too life-threatening.
Darcian Raldon had the dark area around him only get darker. Within Chuck and Harley's mind, the temperature seemed to drop by several degrees rather rapidly to the point where their breath would cause faint fog to dance at their lips. Of course, this too was only an illusion. As he laughed, his chuck began to reverberate around the room, coming from everywhere at once, an echo dancing across the room. "Come find me little girl." He cooed. As he saw the girl run blindly to her, she'd set up another illusion. Chuck would see nothing but snow, his hands and feet would look cold, black, frozen with ice, and dead. Heavy blizzard winds stinging his ears and blocking most noise. To Harley, she would be in the same situation as her father. Flames erupted and roared angrily in her ears, dancing, and licking at her skin, making the area seem hot. Remember, this is all an illusion, so he was just fucking with their senses. A piercing scream was heard from the doorway-- there, stood her brother, crying, screaming, trying to break passed firemen to save her. But Harley, was too far within the flames to be saved.
Chuck Wallace was about to swing behind him, where he heard "Arrow's" voice, but then he saw a sparking missle shoot by him. He turned and made out the figure of Arrow. He swung wildly, trying to follow up Harley's attack with one of his own. After this move is when the snow would fall. He tried to block it out, though his skin got goose bumps and he began to shiver slightly. He noticed his limbs, but he knew it was fake. He ignored that, but he couldn't ignore the snow. He knew it wasn't real, but he couldn't shake it. Chuck ran over to the seats that were bolted into the ground, momentarily forgetting about Arrow. He began ripping them out and throwing them with immense force in random directions, hoping to stop the man who did the illusions. It would be blind-luck if he hit anyone. He needed to stop Dar. He would go insane soon if he didn't.
Generic Thug noticed the women lunging at him, but electricity was not solid, and it was fast. He wasn't exactly able to 'dodge' it, but he was able to avoid a direct blow. The electricity was thankfully not life threatening, but it was extremely painful. "RAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" He'd scream as the pain coursed through his body. Luck was on his side, the pain caused him to fall back, unintentionally avoiding the wild punch thrown at him by Chuck. Slowly picking himself up the pain had seemed to only make him more furious then ever. "I bite.. my thumb at cha BITCH!" He'd roar the temporary relief given to chuck from this distraction was followed with nearly no oxygen getting to either of them. The more they struggled the faster they would suffocate. He wouldn't kill them.. no.. but he wanted to watch them suffer. It would only be a matter of minutes at the most (two-three posts).
[#] Bryton ran in through the double doors, still dressed in his business suit. He was sweating, and he was near tears, but he was hear. His voice resounded throughout the entire school. The Headmaster has arrived. was all he could make out before he caught wind of the closest battle and made his way to it.
Harley Brenton almost snarled as yet another illusion took shape; though this was perhaps the most frightening as of yet. She could feel the flames crawling on her skin, even though they weren't even there. She closed her eyes and shook her head, "It's not there, it's not there, it's not there.." she whispered to herself over and over, staggering for a moment. Without warning, she felt her chest tightening up- she couldn't breathe. Why couldn't she breathe?! Continuing to keep her eyes closed, she would take a blind hit with the remaining charge left within her arm. She'd turn around and direct it in roughly, where she believed, the last place she'd seen the illusionist. She opened one of her eyes, to clarify that she wasn't aiming anywhere near Chuck, and let loose. A surge of white light darted from her, the force of which forced her back a couple of steps. If it didn't hit a person, then it would simply char whatever furniture was unfortunate enough to come into contact with it.
Darcian Raldon kept that cocky smile on his face as his illusions worked their magic. The illusionist kept well out of Arrow's reach as he manipulated the air. "Yo! Are you okay?" Harley and Chuck wouldn't be able to hear him, or the intercom as his illusions kept firing away. Then he stopped, and stared at the intercom from which the voice was coming.. their leader was not only dead, but the headmaster was here! Eyes widened. "Arrow, I think we better split, reinforcements are upstairs." He jerked his thumb in the general direction of the staircase. Next thing he knew, he was smashed in the chest by a chair and thrown into the tree. The man was thrown back and coughed heavily as he pushed the chair off, and layed still against the green decorated tree. He winced, trying to sit up... For a moment, he thought he broke his ribs, but they were merely fractured. "Damn kid." He coughed. That hit knocking him back into the tree saved Dar from getting shocked by Harley's bolt of electricity.. but it caught the tree, which he soon rolled off of, and shook, trying to stand. The illusions around them collapsed, and there was was, staggering like a half dead zombie in the middle of the room, coughing, keeled over. "Damn kids... Arrow!" Cough. "Hurry, before the reinforcements arrive."
Chuck Wallace saw everything collapse around him, eyes seeing the ruined room once more. He turned to Dar, ignoring the heavy breathing to him being out of shape. "Nah, can't run when we was just 'aving fun" He said, smirk on his blunt features. He would charge the man, right arm reared back and a wild haymaker was thrown. That wasn't it though. If it landed he would follow it with a left hook to the jaw, then a right uppercut side and finish it off with a thunderous headbutt. He wasn't going to let someone who played with his mind get away with it.
Generic Thug nodded and simply.. ran off. Those who tried to stop him would have to be faster than he was in order to catch him. He was no speedster, but he was pretty darn fast with all that wind whooshing behind him. No honor among thieves and all that. Pop pop cherrio.
Harley Brenton watched as the room returned to its- fairly trashed- though normal shape. She smiled as she watched the pair flee, then giggled as Chuck went to attack the illusionist, dropping on to her knees. "I swear mate, if ye've done yer'sen damage, I 'ent carryin' ye' to the Infirmary-thingy" she then giggled, and then sat on the floor, breathing somewhat heavily as she did so. Several small cuts were present on her arms and hand, where the electricity had fought to break loose from her, though no serious damage was done. For now, she was tired- which was evident as she then flopped forward and faceplanted into the carpet, curled herself up, and then passed out on the floor. Proper classy, her. Harley's iddy biddy form wasn't built for fighting, let alone having your head screwed with.
Darcian Raldon keeled over and breathed deeply. He had used quite a bit of power, but he hadn't noticed it until recently when he was suddenly attacked and hit with the chair. He took a deep breath and stood up to take a running step forward, but before he knew it, he was brutally rammed across the back into the wall. The illusionist stumbled, and slammed into the wall. His back had cracked, and though he hadn't broken anything, it sure felt like it. A sudden wave of pain running up his spine and making him clench back a cry. His body shook, and he nearly collapsed, only to be caught in the jaw. Now that, did break. There was a crack, and then a pop from the uppercut that followed afterward. The headbutt was the icing on the cake as his eyes fluttered shut and he fell back against the ground. There was no way he was gonna be getting out of here anytime soon.