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Post by Indolent on Jan 18, 2016 1:49:55 GMT
There was plenty of advantages to having super sensory capabilities; they let ya hear better, see better, smell better. Even taste better. Sometimes they were with their faults; loud noises and obscenely strong odors and goddamn bright flashes could disorient you something fierce. The pros outweighed the cons severely though, Logan thought, and here it gave him an incredible advantage. Seeing that he could detect the majority of anything in his vicinity, it meant he could react in the proper fashion at his leisure.
In this case here, it consisted of him leaping backwards in a low jump, his hands being jammed out in the open with the claws at the ready. Logan grimaced at the sight of the burrower, growling. "Yer an ugly sort, ain't cha? Only a mother could love that face and dat's comin' from even me." Seemingly in reply to Logan's wit, the alien monstrosity spewed a threesome of acidic globules, all soaring for his position.
Well, dodging these was easy enough. That and this fella was still a problem for the local populace, might as well deal with the issue one would with two birds and a single stone. Logan crouched low to the ground, his center of gravity nearing the very earth itself as taut calves and thighs tightened like a coiled spring. In an instant, Wolverine launched himself forward in an unbelievably inhuman lunge, soaring through the air underneath the acid bullets. The claws were outstretched at the ready and--
Logan landed into a roll, finalizing the maneuver with seemingly a reverse somersault, albeit modified as to rake the side of the beast with both claws. |
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Post by corvette1710 on Jan 19, 2016 3:04:38 GMT
After a brief pause, the woman Dean was speaking to said, "I don't see how we can help each other. I'm not authorized to give you access to the cameras, but if you can deal with this monster, then I'll be more than happy to see what we can work out."  " Then I'll see what we can do. I'll call you back." Dean ended the call and followed Wolverine's path, now gripping an angel blade for defense. Hopefully he'd get there and be able to inform Logan of the situation before the worm or whatever got to him... or to Dean.  Drawing closer to the battle, he'd take in the scene. It seemed Logan was pulling some tricks on the big bad mother of all grubs. He'd look around for a way to help if he could--no way he was going to poke it to death, even with the angel blade. |
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Post by tomnowinblue on Feb 3, 2016 1:22:14 GMT
There was plenty of advantages to having super sensory capabilities; they let ya hear better, see better, smell better. Even taste better. Sometimes they were with their faults; loud noises and obscenely strong odors and goddamn bright flashes could disorient you something fierce. The pros outweighed the cons severely though, Logan thought, and here it gave him an incredible advantage. Seeing that he could detect the majority of anything in his vicinity, it meant he could react in the proper fashion at his leisure.
In this case here, it consisted of him leaping backwards in a low jump, his hands being jammed out in the open with the claws at the ready. Logan grimaced at the sight of the burrower, growling. "Yer an ugly sort, ain't cha? Only a mother could love that face and dat's comin' from even me." Seemingly in reply to Logan's wit, the alien monstrosity spewed a threesome of acidic globules, all soaring for his position.
Well, dodging these was easy enough. That and this fella was still a problem for the local populace, might as well deal with the issue one would with two birds and a single stone. Logan crouched low to the ground, his center of gravity nearing the very earth itself as taut calves and thighs tightened like a coiled spring. In an instant, Wolverine launched himself forward in an unbelievably inhuman lunge, soaring through the air underneath the acid bullets. The claws were outstretched at the ready and--
Logan landed into a roll, finalizing the maneuver with seemingly a reverse somersault, albeit modified as to rake the side of the beast with both claws. Slamworm's size took away from his maneuverability and so Logan attack hit it's mark. But that massive size came with other benefits; Logan's claws, sharp as they were, only left superficial wounds as he cut into the underbelly of the alien monster. The Slamworm let out a loud cry of pain as it reared back before attempting to smash it's body into the cement, hoping to drive Logan into the ground. After slamming down, Slamworm would do what it does best and attempt to burrow once more, taking Logan with it if it succeeded in smashing Wolverine. Dean ended the call and followed Wolverine's path, now gripping an angel blade for defense. Hopefully he'd get there and be able to inform Logan of the situation before the worm or whatever got to him... or to Dean. Drawing closer to the battle, he'd take in the scene. It seemed Logan was pulling some tricks on the big bad mother of all grubs. He'd look around for a way to help if he could--no way he was going to poke it to death, even with the angel blade. "My employer says you call yourself a hunter," a deep gruff voice said from behind Dean, "So far, I'm unimpressed."  "You left your group far too open to tracking on your communication's device," The Hunter said, "And your group's been picked off one by one without you even realizing it." |
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Post by corvette1710 on Feb 8, 2016 2:35:50 GMT
"I've hunted plenty of things scarier than you, pal. I just don't wear 'em afterwards." "Not by choice," Dean replied, his jaw tightening upon hearing the news but otherwise wearing an expression that didn't betray his surprise. His grip tightened on the angel blade, looking Khyber up and down. Not someone he'd go out of his way to scrap with, but it looked like it was about to become necessity. "So you've offed everybody but me and Logan? Didn't take you long at all."Dean was fully prepared to fight this out, even with a foe as imposing as this. That said, he knew that he and Logan were all that remained and that the multiverse was at stake. He recalled that Emerald had told the group that some Generals could be saved; regardless, he'd killed a majority of Dean's group and as such this one would have to die. Dean lunged with the angel blade for the Hunter's face, trying to stab the General right through his eye in an attempt to end this fight quickly. |
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Post by Indolent on Feb 9, 2016 1:27:01 GMT
 ... Right. Sticking the sand-worm impostor would have taken too much time, probably all day. Too fat and surprisingly agile for an ugly beast like it, never mind the possibility of it shifting forms. There were more pressing matters at hand than playing with his quarry's pet. Damn shame, the local populace'd have to figure this one out. Maybe hire an exterminator and, judging by the tech and aliens Logan saw amid his little soiree, it was a feasible option. Realizing the train of thoughts nigh threatened his composure in the midst of the fray, Howlett threw himself backwards into a dive, avoiding the retaliatory smash from the graboid knock-off. " Sorry bub, I'd love ta play wit ya all day long but got better shit to do, persons ta kill." And with that, Logan executed a one-eighty, making for his departure now to search for the Winchester boy and Khybe-- a sharp, somewhat familiar odor wafted into his nostrils, prompting the abrupt halt in movement. Logan's eyes closed, head inclining now as he inhaled deeply, recognizing the scent as to belong to pretty boy, interspersing among other varying odors that were not his own.  Within mere seconds, James deduced Dean's whereabouts, as well as who he presumed to be their target. Twisting on the ball of his heel, he faced the particular direction he'd determined, eyes opening. A grimace unfolded across his features, the contours of his lips emphasizing the distaste. His guesstimation was correct and his worry earlier had been confirmed, Khyber was making a move on the boy. Actually, it was more the boy making a move on Khyber now. Logan expressed his bemusement in the only way he knew best:  No time for the customary witty repartee the Canadian was renowned for, the Wolverine surged across the battlefield, all senses at maximum capacity as he tracked Dean and Khyber's movements, as well as the gargantuan worm behind. This could get gnarly fast, and while Wolverine thrived in gnarly, well, that didn't mean everyone else did. Speaking of which, where the hell was everyone els-- aw shit. Cue Logan doubling his efforts now. |
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