Scene #6994: Attack on Nantes

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Mordred	The sixth largest city in France, Nantes was once known as a port on the Loire and one of the largest ports in France. It's a beautiful city with a great view of the ocean, numerous museums and venues to visit, world-renowned cuisine, and historical monuments such as the Nantes Cathedral. The Nantes Cathedral is currently undergoing interior renovations when more people start arriving. There's already several people in the middle of it all, leaping around and engaging in creative methods of rearranging furniture to facilitate the renovations. One, clad in white and red armor with a horned helmet. Two, clad in the simple uniforms of the clergy. Civilians are considerately leaving the renovation area cathedral with only minimal screaming. The person in the horned helmet is assisting with moving furniture via picking up pews and flinging them towards the clergy members hanging from the walls. The clergy members, apparently grateful for Mordred's assistance and dedication to workplace safety, leap from their perches to nearby pillars and toss liberal amounts of rapier-shaped tools at the armored helper as rewards for her good service. Just another day in Nantes.
Riku	Most people go to France in order to take in the culture and such. When /Mordred/ talks about going to visit 'home turf' however, Riku was pretty much not surprised when things turn out to be a giant brawl. There is a swirl of black at the edge of the Church grounds, and Riku steps out, walking against the flow of people rushing out. His Edgy Stride doesn't cut out as black flame rolls over his body, exchanging his casual clothing for a purple muscle suit with a distinctive chest symbol. Unfortunately, circumstances dictate that he can't Be Batman at the problem the way he normally would. So he simply walks in the front door. "Hey." Riku says, his voice cutting through the chaos. "How about you stop making so much trouble?" He calls to the horned knight. "Your dad isn't even /here/, is he?" What, he's read Arthurian legend like basically everyone else ever. "Calm down and get out of here." The fact that the Church people are throwing swords at the knight and not getting very far is a pointed problem, but he'll deal with that as it comes.
Lancelot du Lac	Mordred is visiting France. Mordred. Is. Visiting. France. Normally, Lancelot would be fine with anyone wanting to immerse themselves in the culture of his homeland. But not them. He may not openly admit it outright, but without someone to reign her in he finds the idea of her walking the streets of modern civilization actually abhorrent. It's like letting a bull into a china shop. His fears and concerns are fully realized when Kamen Church Mask announces that a Church is under attack, which causes the knight to fully mobilize. The person who enters the Church to confront the Treacherous Spawn of King Arthur isn't Sir Lancelot though however, but a Nameless Knight. Though the armor is similar to someone they might know, and the helmet shape is definitely rather striking...And the blue mist that seems to be pouring from their very being is definitely probably very familiar. But still, it's no one they know. The Nameless Knight pounds on his breast plate to make himself known, before making a bold proclamation. It's a voice that again, seems rather familiar to most here, but no one can put a finger on. "Sir Mordred, son of King Arthur. I insist you stop this childish tantrum at once. This is no way for a Knight of the Round to behave."
Gawain	A motorcycle pulls up to the cathedral. It's black with gold trim, a Gawain Paladin custom he got from a marketing deal. He dismounts, dressed in a suit, tie, and suit pants, gold trimmed as well, stretching out. Gawain approaches Mordred. He cracks his knuckles. He sighs, and goes up to her. "Sir Mordred! Cease at once, or I'll have to knock some sense into you. You're making your big brother very sad, you know?" Gawain is not drawing his sword. He's going to use his fists, at least at first.
Mordred	When Riku arrives, Mordred only spares him a brief glance before turning away to bash another volley of black keys out of the air with her forearm. "Why the hell not? Nobody here even remembers a goddamn thing!" She spits out, sounding rather angry about that last part without elaborating on it further. Why would she? She's busy fighting the church members. The talk on the radio only serves to get her more riled up, and the arrival of the knight calling himself AStolfo has her gritting her teeth audibly underneath that helmet. "Who the hell do you think you are, feeding me that load of crap?! A knight's got a duty to uphold their parents honor, and I won't let these bastards forget it!" That's a little more of her motives being revealed right there. When Gawain arrives, though, Mordred actually stops for a moment. She hasn't drawn nor materialized her own blade yet, either, instead cracking her knuckles through those armored gauntlets to match his. "Outta the way, Gawain. These punks don't even remember who mom was, so you know damn well one of us has to remind 'em." The clergy members have stopped for the time being, at least, simply nodding their thanks towards the arriving Elites as they continue hanging from the walls and ceilings. They're still (mostly) unharmed at this point, but looking much more winded than Mordred. Mordred, meanwhile, looks just fine as she turns away to grasp another pew. There's not a lot of them left to throw. "Now if you'll excuse me... I still got some cleaning up to do!" There is now one less pew to throw. One of the clergy members even gets clipped and takes a nasty fall!
Gawain	Mordredmoves for another pew. He throws it, damaging a clergy member. Gawain shouts out. "Grab them!" Wanting his allies to save the clergymember, but he... He steps into the sunlight shining through a window, it being midday, and then simply speaks to Mordred evenly. "Sir Mordred." "You made a drastic mistake." It will probably click into Mordred's head immediately after that, when Gawain dashes forward, blurringly fast, and the wind cracks as he throws a punch. It moves straight into Mordred's center chest, aiming to throw her backwards with a simple armor-testing strike. This probably will bring back memories of Round Table brawls. Good times.
Riku	"No one's obligated to remember you /or/ King Arthur. It's been like what, fifteen hundred years?" Riku says, shrugging. "Get over it. If you want to be remembered, do something worth being remembered for." Yeah, Riku's a bit of an ass. Still, he doesn't jump in on Mordred despite the Knight of Treachery being RIGHT THERE. Why? Because Gawain is here and he and some faceless Knight dude are doing it. This has a definite aura of Family Business about it. It doesn't look like he's going to need to get involved. The guy in the blue armor might actually be edgier than he is. Riku squints at the Nameless Knight Who Might Be Astolfo, but he simply scowls for a moment and gives him a wide berth for no. However, there's the problem of the pew. It's hurled and it goes faster than he can react immediately, but the falling clergyman suddenly is caught by a creeping shadow that extends out along the floor from Riku and lashes upwards, wrapping around him... And setting him down safely. "Get out of here, we'll handle this." He says to the Church defender.
Lancelot du Lac	"I scarce believe this is a matter of you wanting to uphold the will of your parents and more you just simply /wanting/. But speculation has no place on the field of battle. You have yet to cease your tantrum, so I will have to punish you properly." Sir Astolfo(?) pushes aside his cape to the side, a unseen breeze causing it to flutter dramatically as he does so. The French knight casually begins walking up to Mordred to follow up on Gawain's assault at this point, avoiding the debris of destroyed pews and picking up the broken remains of one of them. Normally, a broken piece of wood wouldn't be much use against a Heroic Spirit, but as the Nameless Knight swings and brings the massive splinter down on Mordred's head, it's wrapped in a blue aura. What should be wood feels more like being hit with cast iron. Sir Astolfo (citation needed) also doesn't seem the least bit sorry for this either with how he didn't even hesitate.
Lory Thumper	It takes Lory a bit longer to arrive than she would have liked, but she doesn't have any super vehicles or super speed running or shadowy doorways to walk through. But, she does at least have a little police bike, and so with proper lights and sirens she arrives on the scene. "Oh geeze...I knew I didn't like her attitude." she mutters to herself as she hears Mordred's voice. She parks her bike and leaps off then heads inside quickly. Riku being here draws a bit of a frown from her, but stopping violence against the church takes a bit more priority. Usually Lory would introduce herself and announce her being an officer of the law, but it looks like things are past that point. So, as a pew goes flying past and the knights go after Mordred, Lory pulls her pistols and switches them to stun gun mode before firing at Mordred. Two sets of prongs go flying, aiming to plant themselves in either Mordred or her armor and deliver quite a powerful electrical charge.
Mordred	Mordred lets out a low chuckle when that one clergy member goes down, rolling her shoulder as she places her hand on another pew. "Got it through your skulls yet? You brought this on yourselves, not-" Gawain mentions making a mistake. Mordred only has enough time to turn around and begin the first word of a question before getting decked right in the chest. The blow doesn't sink in particularly deeply yet, but it throws the Knight of Treachery off balance while she realizes what's going on. "So... That's how it's gonna be, huh? Alright, then bring it on!" Some of that more rowdy fire is returning to her tone, although 'Astolfo's scolding still gets an irritated scoff in response. "What the hell do you know? Father might've tried being all 'proper' and shit, but he's not here right now. I'm going to become the king that surpasses him, anyway!" And then she gets bashed in the head by a magically-powerful chunk of wood. It staggers her a fair bit more than expected considering it's basically scrap already, but it catch Mordred off guard and have her assessing her options. Most of them are punching. Mordred's still not drawing her sword, but she's more than ready to brawl just like the old days (even though she really only recognizes Gawain). "Heh... Just 'cause you got the sun on your side doesn't mean I don't got some tricks of my own!" Before she can show what that trick is, though, she gets shot full of electricity by... A rabbit? A rabbit. The electricity courses through Mordred's armor easily considering it's a literal suit of armor, but it doesn't have quite the stunning effect expected. Instead, it seems to only draw the armored knight's ire as she shoots a withering look right at Lory (through the helmet, anyway). "How cute... You wanna compare lightning?" That'll do for now as Mordred unveils her first trick. It involves not just punching right at Gawain, but aiming a hard stomp at his shin first before ramming her fist at his gut in turn. She follows that up with a shoulder check aimed at 'Astolfo' to keep her momentum from that initial charge, pivoting on one foot to launch herself at Lory and finish her maneuver with a nice, heavy field goal kick! Riku, meanwhile, gets grateful nods from the church defenders as the one that didn't get wrecked by furniture leaps down to join him with the one that's already bleeding heavily from the injured leg. Taking one arm over the shoulder, they start hobbling out to give the Elite responders room to duke it out without the worry of collateral damage to bystanders. The cathedral itself... Well. It's kind of a mess already, but they'll fix it up later.
Gawain	Lory joins, and Mordred nods to her. And then, Mordred moves to stomp on Gawain's shin, as she strikes him, staggering him back, but getting soaked otherwise by his body. He's ridiculously durable in the sunlight, and so as long as he remains in this area, he can keep brawling. He moves in for another punch, and then another, and then another. A flurry of blows, moving to try and weaken Mordred's armor and keep her hurting on and on. "Come on, Sir Mordred! What is it that bothers you?!"
Riku	Riku gives the Church defenders a wave as he takes up a position on the outside of the battle. The sight of Lory arriving causes him to squint and tense up, wndering if he's going to have to go on another wild chase with the hyperspeed bun. Not this time, however, and Riku relaxes a bit... Albeit plays it off with a snarky comment. "Oh look, it's Lory. At least she's arresting the right person this time." Yep, still kind of a jerk. Nevertheless, Riku reaches out, the shadow gripping what furniture remains int he chapel and pulling it back to the corners of the room, stacking it /away/ from the battle and also conveniently blocking the doors from the back rooms so none of the others get the idea to wander back into an Elite fight. At the moment, he's playing containment. H'll involve himself if he feels he's required to do so, but right now it looks fine.
Lory Thumper	The prongs from Lory's guns retract after delivering the shock...and then with a somewhat comical metal clang of armor on armor Lory is punted through the air. She flies right between two upturned pews (GOOOAAAAAL!) and smashes into a wall upside down before sliding down to the floor with a groan. She has to roll back to her feet and shake her head a bit to clear some stars. "Been a while since I took a hit like that." she says, then rolls her eyes at Riku. "Don't give me that. You're still one of the right people to arrest as far as I'm concerned. Helping me out didn't clear that." she says, even though she moves to kind of form up with him. He might be a terrorist in her mind, but he has also proved he is capable and won't stab her in the back at a moment's notice. But, when it seems like he isn't intending to help -stop- Mordred, she gives him a questioning look. "What, don't like crossing swords with a female?" she asks before she holsters her pistols and pulls out a small handful of her yellow disc grenades. She throws them like ninja stars toward Mordred and they explode on impact, showering the area around Mordred with quick drying and rather tough foam. "Isn't your moth-...father supposed to be a hero? Are you really honoring him by doing something like this to put her...er, him back in people's minds? Seriously, just stand down, I'll put the cuffs on you, and this nonsense will all be over!"
Lancelot du Lac	Sir Astolfo (Name Pending) takes the shoulder tackle. It probably doesn't surprise her that it feels like she's hitting a very solid brick wall when she does so. He topples back a bit, struggling to keep his footing as he does so, grabbing on to pieces of broken church to make sure he doesn't fall on his ass and also dropping the giant piece of wood he was holding. He springs back with surprising quickness despite all this though, forgoing any attempt at picking up anything else to hit Sir Mordred with as he instead leaps into the air to deliver a flying kick to the treacherous knight's face. It's a nicely performed flying kick, but unfortunately, there's no hot-blooded shout attached to it, so it really only ranks a 7/10 by most rating metrics.
Mordred	Instead of moving to evade Gawain's strikes, Mordred gets right into it as befitting a proper Knight of the Round! Alternatively, she just really wants to play punchies with her big brother, and she's outright laughing (albeit a little bit too wildly) as she starts meeting his punches with her own. The armor is working overtime to help to equalize the playing field between them, as it withstands the brunt of his mighty strikes to keep her from falling back. "You really wanna know...? Fine! This place... I told 'em it looked pretty swanky. Good place to honor mom. They said who. I gave them her name, goddammit!" That last part sounds much less friendly and downright furious. It's enough to get her swinging back as hard as she takes it, though, throwing haymakers back at Gawain! And then Lory decides to get in the way with those foam grenades. The discs explode around Mordred, and she doesn't quite register their presence right away until the hardening foam starts slowing her down as it pools around her feet. "Are you stupid or something? Father was the one everyone hailed as a hero! But barely anyone remembers mom! And she didn't raise a shitty little coward, so put the cuffs on me yourself, you stupid little...1" Mordred gets a better look at the rabbit... Bunny.. Thing. Yeah, it's one of those. She's about to look for something to hurl at her when she's intercepted by Reinterpreted Astolfo's diving kick to the face, that surprising display of agility nailing her head on. The foam cracks around her feet, but she's still somewhat rooted there as she changes her gameplan a bit. "Too many interferences... Just die already!" Mordred shouts in more of that half-rage half-excitement, grabbing for that outstretched leg to try whipping the high-flier around and hurl him right into Lory!
Gawain	More punches aer thrown at Gawain, as Mordred withstands blows, and the haymaker hits Gawain hard. It's her words that hit Gawain harder. Morgan le Fay was objectively evil. She was a terrible woman. But she was still Gawain's mother. He still loved her, deep in his heart. And nobody remembered her? That's what Mordred was upset about? The Knight of the Sun surges forward, and sends a flying punch straight at Mordred's face. It's not the strongeset, but with the sheer force, it'll probably leave lingering damage for a while. "I understand your pain, brother. But still...I must oppose you. For as a knight, I must protect these people. If we lose..." "If we lose, we'll leave you be!"
Lancelot du Lac	Sir Astolfo (Read 'Sir Lancelot') is thrown into Lory. Hard. There's not much he can do to stop it, but as he continues to fly pass she can probably hear a deflated "Sorry" from the mysterious knight as he continues to sail into a pile of debris. There's some rustling and before long, the knight comes out, a bottle of wine in their hand as they chuck it as Sir Mordred. "Me doth think thou should consider why there are so many here at the moment, young sir. Perhaps it has something to do with your current fit." It's an obvious taunt to try and agitate the disgraced knight, and also a distraction as they're now running towards one of the remaining sets of burning candle sticks, grabbing hold of it before brandishing it like a sword. There's a pause before the knight is once again airborne, jumping back at Mordred as they bring the candlestick down like a bladeless hilt. It's partly for theatrics, and also because the main goal is to set the wine he threw on fire. Which probably works. Somehow. Maybe because there's some lingering vapors or something. Or maybe because he believed hard enough in Hollywood magic.
Lory Thumper	Mordred yells for them to just die...and Lory nearly complies thanks to the use of Astolfolot as an improvised weapon. The soft apology is almost missed as the small bunny is smashed with and then crushed beneath him. It takes her a bit to actually get back to her feet after that one, and she stumbles about a bit when she finally does manage it before catching herself on one of the hurled pews. "S-sweet peas and carrots..." she growls out, teeth clenched against the pain. There's a reason she trained so hard to just not get hit. She doesn't have super powers or power armor. She's just a nimble bunny in riot gear. Then her ears perk as she realizes that those mixed up gender identifiers have mixed -her- up. Mom? Lory isn't an expert on Arthurian legends, but...when she realizes Mordred is doing this for her forgotten mother who was evil if the average Arthur story is to be believed, combined with the challenge to put the cuffs on Mordred herself... Lory grits her teeth. "Fine! I will, you psychopathic brat! Are you seriously doing this because the -church-, an organization that typically -abhors- witchcraft, doesn't remember your -mother-?! Or were you just looking for an excuse to do some damage, like every other punk kid who lost their parents and decided to rage at the world instead of make something of themselves?!" Lory recklessly charges after that, pulling both her pistols and using them in an obviously practiced form of gun-fu to try and get some damage through that armor and knock some sense into this kid's hard head. The short bunny cop becomes a whirling dervish of kicks, pistol whips, and point blank shots. "Get some anger management or get into a Big Brother/Big Sister program!"
Mordred	Gawain seems to understand. Of course he would understand. That shift in his voice doesn't go unnoticed by Mordred, and it's not like she's so dense as to not notice it. She doesn't bother avoiding that sun-powered fist flying for her face, instead ramming her face right into it to try smashing through it with a headbutt in return. "That's... That's just like you, bro. If you had stopped just because of that..." Her helmet is askew, and he can see her grinning from the crack in her visor. "... I'd be pissed off at you, too!" She rears her head back for another headbutt, but is interrupted when Astolflot launches himself back into the fray. Lancelot's good at turning anything to a weapon. So what if it shouldn't actually work? He did it with that piece of busted pew earlier. Why not wine and a burning candle? But this knight isn't Lancelot, so clearly, it must just be really potent magic! Whatever the case is, it's working wonders in setting the Knight of Treachery aflame, and she holws in pain as the fire engulfs her in the middle of trying to play headbutts with Gawain. "What the hell do you know? You're just some two-bit... Ergh..." Wait. Who /is/ Astolfo, anyway? She's pretty sure she heard that name once or twice before, but only in passing. It's not like Mordred sits around reading history books to learn about who she might fight one day! "... Whoever the hell you are! Ain't a knight supposed to stand back in a duel, too?" Mordred taunts him even as she moves right back in to strike, foam and flames be damned. Instead of going for something obvious like punching the crap out of him, though, Mordred ducks down suddenly to... Yank off her helmet by the horn. He's using a weapon, so she might as well do the same! Mordred starts wielding it like a club and short sword in one convenient package, grasping it by one horn while swinging and stabbing at Asdolac rapidly. She's much less respectful about it than she is with fighting Gawain, too, and the only thing that holds her back is getting intercepted by that accursed bunny cop leaping all over the place, kicking her in the face and shooting her in the gut while bashing that pistol against her. "Annoying little rodent! Tch... Whoa. That's screwed up even for me. And you're supposed to be some kind of cop?!" Amidst all the kicks and bashes to her, Mordred somehow finds an opportunity to laugh. It could very well be that she's doing it just to agitate Lory, but it does come at the cost of getting hit in the face several more times. Eventually, though, Mordred goes right back on the offense, darting away in a brief flash of red before dashing right back in with her helmet raised hgih, swung downwards like a bolt of lightning from on high! Or just swung really, REALLY hard downwards like a sledgehammer to try spiking her into the linoleum.
Mordred	After that last burst of emotion, that final volley of attacks, the dust finally settles with the knight of treachery... Staggering around some. She's still on her feet, but her movements have become considerably more sluggish than they were mere moments ago. She's bleeding, burnt, battered, and a little nauseous from all the blows to her head, but she's still standing! It's probably from all that rage that's still churning around in there, but it's starting to subside even with the lingering injuries. "... Bah. Screw it. This place is a dump, anyway. Not like I really needed it or whatever." Despite that badly feigned indifference, she continues grumbling in unmasked annoyance as she does an about face and starts taking slow, deliberate steps towards the door. Her head is held high, of course, but her movements are nowhere near as fast as she would be going prior to this battle. She's still got to hold onto that pride, after all. A king can't show weakness!
Lory Thumper	Lory is caught off guard by Mordred's question. She -is- supposed to be a cop. Was her behavior kind of unbecoming just then? Probably. And that sobers the bunny up pretty quickly. "Wh-...I..I am." she says kind of weakly, and ends up just watching with droopy ears and a pair of cuffs in her hand as Mordred leaves. She looks around at the knights gathered, then blinks and looks around for Riku. She still owes him some cuffs. But, he did help once again even if he didn't fight. So, with a deep breath and a long sigh, Lory puts her cuffs away and holsters her pistols. "So...that's your sister?" she asks Gawain. Then pauses. "...brother?" she offers. Those gender words are still giving her trouble with this group.
Lancelot du Lac	Sir Mordred is defeated, and the Church saved. Mostly. There's a heavy sigh of relief as Sir Astolfo (It's just Lancelot) checks over himself. He's bruised, battered, and his armor is such a mess that even the blue mist can't hide it. But he's in one piece, and at the end of the day that's what important. Though it's not visible through the helmet, the mysterious knight twists in contemplation. About if he should keep up the charade or just let it go. After all, the only reason he's hiding was to not put Mordred in complete fight or flight mode. To basically make sure they didn't go all out and raze the entire church to the ground. Ultimately, he decides his time as 'Sir Astolfo' is up, and he slowly begins unclasping his helmet. The moment the white helmet is pulled off, the mist around him disperses to reveal the bruised and slightly bloodied face of non other than SIR LANCELOT DU LAC. KNIGHT OF THE LAKE. KNIGHT OF FRANCE. THE SHINING WHITE KNIGHT AND PROTECTOR OF FAIR MAIDENS. And so on and so forth. "If you are done here, return to those who care about you and dress your wounds. In the mean time, we will prepare Camelot for your visit." His voice is surprisingly firm for someone who is generally rather reserved, but it's easy to tell he's almost as beat as the person he's gently scolding.