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 :'''{{#var:494|Samar (494)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Large costal city? One of the largest popoulations in the U.S.? This sounds like the perfect target for sweeping destruction.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That's exactly what the Abyssals think upon seeing it in their multiversal surveys. And today, just for fun, one of them has decided to come along with a couple of allies.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Of course, they arrive out at sea. The waters off the coast churn and bubble with heat from below the surface, and that serves as the only warning before three female figures breach the waves: Savo, Anchorage, and Leyte, all three of them at their normal humanoid sizes for the moment, but no less imposing for it. Savo's and Anchorage's mechanical parts are nearly the size of cars, after all, and Leyte is simply bristling with weaponry.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As the trio approach the coast, Savo and Anchorage both hovering over the water while Leyte 'skates' along it, Savo grins and points off toward the city. "Alright! Might as well start opening fire on them. Let's see if anyone here feels up to trying to defend this place. A few good explosions should do the trick~!"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Leyte gains a menacing grin, but Anchorage's irritable expression hardly changes. Despite that, Leyte is the one to start firing first: resounding peals of cannon fire crash through the air as shells begin flying toward the coast, and while they may not be at the size of a ship's munitions, those shells certainly explode with more than enough force when they strike.<br> <br>
-:'''{{#var:95|Sagat (95)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>For some people - actually, probably for a LOT of people - the idea of criminal street gangs with superpowers is probably fairly terrifying.<br /><br />For Sagat, the Emperor of Muay Thai? It means 'a decent workout' ... as the E88 are discovering, greatly to their chagrin. They may be down to the E66 or so at this rate, if the name works that way - but honestly, picking a fight with somebody Sagat's size just because you don't like the color of his skin? Not gonna go into the Guiness Book of World Records for 'brightest bulb in the <span class=" bold_bg_y fg_n ++ handelier'.<br /><br />"chy">TIGER UPPERCUT!!!</span>"<br /><br />... and that's BEFORE you factor in the tidbit that his Muay Thai prowess is pretty much a superpower in its own right. Still, not even the best Tiger Uppercut that Sagat's ever thrown results in something exploding well out of his line of sight - and the naval bombardment starting in the distance actually draws Sagat's attention away from the bigots he was bashing around. Most of them do the smart thing; one grabs a bottle and tries to smash it over Sagat's head.<br /><br />Which 'works' to the extent that the bottle breaks. Sagat just picks the guy up by his collar and asks for directions.<br /><br />Shortly thereafter, Sagat's burden is lighter by one bigot and his schedule is heavier by one or more ships that need to be scuttled. Of *course* they're well out at sea, though ... that makes things more interesting.<br /><br />If he can avoid being blown away out of hand, this should be an even better workout than the racists.<br> <br>
+:'''{{#var:95|Sagat (95)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>For some people - actually, probably for a LOT of people - the idea of criminal street gangs with superpowers is probably fairly terrifying.<br /><br />For Sagat, the Emperor of Muay Thai? It means 'a decent workout' ... as the E88 are discovering, greatly to their chagrin. They may be down to the E66 or so at this rate, if the name works that way - but honestly, picking a fight with somebody Sagat's size just because you don't like the color of his skin? Not gonna go into the Guiness Book of World Records for 'brightest bulb in the chandelier'.<br /><br />"<span class=" bold_fg_y bg_n ++ hy">TIGER UPPERCUT!!!</span>"<br /><br />... and that's BEFORE you factor in the tidbit that his Muay Thai prowess is pretty much a superpower in its own right. Still, not even the best Tiger Uppercut that Sagat's ever thrown results in something exploding well out of his line of sight - and the naval bombardment starting in the distance actually draws Sagat's attention away from the bigots he was bashing around. Most of them do the smart thing; one grabs a bottle and tries to smash it over Sagat's head.<br /><br />Which 'works' to the extent that the bottle breaks. Sagat just picks the guy up by his collar and asks for directions.<br /><br />Shortly thereafter, Sagat's burden is lighter by one bigot and his schedule is heavier by one or more ships that need to be scuttled. Of *course* they're well out at sea, though ... that makes things more interesting.<br /><br />If he can avoid being blown away out of hand, this should be an even better workout than the racists.<br> <br>
 :'''{{#var:554|Armsmaster (554)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Several of the shots slip through, blasting apart sections of the docks in fiery detonations, some finding their way into the centre of the city. One shell detonates in the top of a skyscraper, sending glass raining through the air. The people of Brockton Bay are initially bewildered, scared, but quickly begin finding the disaster shelters. It might not be an Endbringer attack, but everyone in the city knows what to do when disaster strikes. They've trained for this, they've had drills - get safe and let the Protectorate handle it. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The next barrage of shells slams into an invisible wall, glowing with rainbow ripples as the shells detonate. With the Protectorate HQ forcefield operational, nothing will be getting through - at least not without prolonged powerful bombardment. The forcefield will hopefully hold until these attackers - this Savo - decide that there is little point in continuing their barrage, or that reinforcements from elsewhere arrive. Without any flying capes at his disposal, with Dragon up in Canada, Armsmaster is going to be forced to engage them on land. Whoever they are. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Halberd in one hand, midnight-blue armor glinting in the afternoon sunset, further reflecting the sunbursts of small explosions in the near distance, Armsmaster waits.<br> <br>

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Squidtentacle at 21:02, 21 September 2014

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