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Thranduil	It is a typical day in Mirkwood. The sun, while bright and warm outside of the forest, is dark and dank within its boundaries. The sound of birds is distant, and the only sound is the creaking of the branches and the occasional sound of creatures skittering through the brush, or perhaps the chattering of the Silvan Elves sitting up high in the trees, keeping a vigil. The security of the woodland kingdom has been increased tenfold since the attack from the Confederate Lezard. Autumn is coming, and the forest is changing to reflect the season. The leaves would normally be beautiful, but instead just sort of look dark and sickly. The forest's illness is apparent to anyone with any senses connected to nature, and to anyone else's senses, there are sinister creatures lurking in the shadows.
Garen	Slipping inside of the great forest of Mirkwood was the Imperial Agent, Cipher Nine. He was careful to hide is preseance and his agenda. He was taking recordings of the area, trying to observe the natives, and maybe catch a sample of their language. He was an infiltrator, after all.
E18-A Orion	And above the treetops of the forest, but not so far above that the rumble of engines doesn't quite make the ground, a craft of some kind soars across the forest. What it's doing is hard to say, but it doesn't seem to be any particular rush to jet off to its final destination. Surveying, sightseeing, who knows?
Fang	Fang has left out from Mirkwood to see if he could find any trusting help, so far-- he has had no luck and though he may find some, he isn't sure if they are the kind to honestly /help/. Though in all essence he could just ditch this place and go elsewhere, but he isn't a fool. ..and Honestly? This is the closet place that reminds him of his own world and though he'll never say it out-loud.. he is getting home sick inside. As the young man approaches the woods he picks up the birds are keeping their distance. As his foot goes to step on the path, he can hear the snapping of the branches. His hand reaching down for the Orcish blade at his side. Those vibrant blue, slightly slit pupil eyes scanning around him as he goes to take another step into the forest. That is when hears the sudden deafening of the engines high above and he sneers his slightly sharp canines in its direction. "..damn it all!" He then goes to pick up a rock and throws it directly between the foliage and at the passing ship, "Land that thing! You moron!" Seriously.. its hard to hear danger when something like that is lingering around.
Thranduil	The guard in the trees rise to their feet in alarm, nimbly standing on the branches and firing arrows at the metal ship. Of course they would hilariously plink off the hull, but they don't know anything about flying saucers. The activity causes a rustling on the ground, and a low growling can be heard, increasing in volume as more of them seem to be gathering. The dank, mouldy smell of matted fur and the stench of rotten breath permeates the air. Bark...barkbark...bark... Wargs. Lots of them. Where there are Wargs, there are usually Orcs. With their masters nearby, the Wargs feel free to size up their lunch, namely Garen and Fang. Orion is noticed but the Elven Guard seem to be preoccupied with him, so they begin their approach through the brush.
Garen	Garen looked up at the alarms and heard the growling. "Wonderful..." He muttered to himself. His hand shifts over to his blaster pistol, and held it there. He moved in carefully, his senses stretched out to let him know if so much as a twig broke under weight.
Fang	Fang glares upward, until he hears the barking. His eyes quickly drift off into that direction. ".. Huh. Really." He tosses the one stone up in his hand, then catches it, making sure with his other the sword is ready to be drawn. Once he can see a Worg coming through the brush. Fang quickly goes to run up a tree at full speed, before flipping off it and then swinging the rock with a hard throw at the nearest Worg to him. Once he lands, he quickly goes to draw out his sword and will strike at another if his has too. The blade itself getting a strange red glow around the edge-- being magically heated somehow.
E18-A Orion	The arrows don't help the starship decide to stay close to the ground but it's actually Fang's rock that first triggers the ship to start ascending. Either it's got really good sensors or the pilot has very good eyes. The rumbling grows as the ship noses up to nearly verticle, powerful engines seeming strained to push up a craft that was never inteded for much atmospheric flight in the first place. Apparently the pilot never got the memo on stealth. As it ascends, it also rolls; when the top of the craft is at the lowest point, something small and black drops from it; the ascent continues for a minute longer until those engines finally die, the rumbling gone entirely and the ship itself only a tiny spec in the sky. But it doesn't fall... must have some quiet engines it can use for hovering? That black spec falls and falls until small wings deploy. A drone of some kind? Much much quieter than its mothership a few moments however; no louder than an arrow on the wind. It sails above where the thrown rock originally game from at first but, seeming to detect other activity, it begins to drift towards the pack movement.
Thranduil	The first warg goes after Garen, slobbery foul fangs bared. It is fueled by pure hate and corruption, not one ounce of redemption in its twisted black heart. It is a brown one, its fur caked with mud and dried blood from the last time it went after its prey. It dives at him, claws and fangs ready to slash and slice. The Second Warg, a spotted grey and black, goes for Fang. It is accompanied by a third Warg, which is taken to the ground by the rock. It flails its legs, laying on its side on the ground. A couple of the weaker, smaller Wargs move in and begin biting and eating the fallen Warg, taking an opportunity while it presents itself. The Elves follow Orion's little black drone, chattering amongst themselves. They have to determine if they recognize some of these people as friends or foes, and whether or not they should help them.
Fang	As the spotted Warg comes in, Fang quickly bolts to the side. The warg's claws or perhaps even teeth get in close enough to scratch up the armor that was given to him, just as the sword he wields. Fang slides back on his feet a bit as he takes notice of the smaller wargs eating away at the one that went down. "..Nothing like survival of the fittest.." he mumbles to himself. The young man then gets into a defensive posture, blade at ready with the edge of it flickering with red light as he tries to keep the edge of the sword heated, which can't be good for the blade long term! Either way, he only takes a slight step back, trying to make sure he has enough room to move again if he must. Unaware though that someone near by is having also similar issues and also unaware that a smaller aircraft is now in the area-- though at least the loud noise is gone!
Garen	Garen turns when he hears the sounds of the worg. Grimmacing, his pistol flies up and he fires it's blaster bolts into the beast, aiming for the head. "Next time, sneak up on unarmed prey."
E18-A Orion	Violence and bloodshed. Perhaps not the best time to try mingling with the locals, if the arrows weren't enough of a giveaway. The drone accelerates and ascends back to the ship it came from. Takes a little time to to get back there and dock up... and that tiny speck in the sky begins to move on. This time, at least, it's too far for its main rocket motors to be audible.
Thranduil	Putrid blood sprays from the Warg, but it doesn't go down quite so easily. It throws itself at Galen, thrashing in an uncoordinated way as its brain seems to realize that parts of it are missing. An Orc comes bursting through the brush with its crude sword at the ready, wearing armor similar to Fang's. Is Fang on their side? Arrows are raining down from the trees above as the locals decide to get involved. So many of them had been killed by Lezard's attack and their King had been injured, though not badly. Elves are hardy creatures and can take quite a bit of punishment before they are unable to fight. Just don't mess up Thranduil's hair.
Garen	Garen turns and spots the orc coming. Before he can bring his blaster up, he was about to eat the blade, he tried something. He aimed to grab and flip the orc onto the floor, and break it's arm in one motion. Of course, he still held his blaster and fired into the orc and worg.
Fang	Fang swings the hot blade around as the Warg comes in, ending another of the beasts lives. He can see the elves moving in, and also takes notice at last some flickers of light in the foliage. His brilliant blue eyes narrow as he goes racing toward the odd sound and light show. Though as Fang goes by, he does take a few swings at some of the smaller wargs for good measure, though the blade seems to have cooled down for the moment...
Thranduil	The Elves are attacking the Orcs that are pouring in, arrows flying, blades flashing. They are swift and fierce, but the Orcs are many and throw themselves relentlessly at Fang and Galen. The Orc goes down when his arm snaps, but he gets up and starts swinging with his other arm, his teeth bared as he tries to ignore the pain. Orcs are made for battle, and have no families or homes to go back to, they just have the unrelenting sound of the drums of war in their heads and in their hearts, and have no other purpose but to overwhelm and kill their enemies. More Nandor (Silvan Elves) come running down the path, bows and blades at the ready. One of them, a female with auburn hair stops near the 'heroes' fighting. "Where did you come from? Are you friend or foe?" She defltly raises her bow and fires off a shot to hit an Orc between the eyes. There is the sound of a horn being blown, and the other Orcs part to alow an extra large Warg with a large muscular Orc wearing heavy armor to stomp in. The Orc raises his shield and large morningstar type weapon, emitting a battle cry.
Garen	Garen stares at this and smirks softly. "Like a juggernaut, are we?" He says. He moves forward as the orc swings again. He aims to hook his arm around the orcs head and snap it's neck. But while in the attempted headlock, he fires a few point blank shots into his enemy. If the Worg still lived, it got more blaster fire. "Well, we ARE fighting these beasts!" He shouts towards the Auburn haired elfen female.
Fang	Fang stays in the woods with the Wargs on his tail. Flashes of his blade can be seen at times in the shadows, as he heats up the edge of the sword. If any orcs come, he may dance with those two. At best, he may win his battle-- at worse.. he may get himself captured.. or worse-- be left out in the middle of the enchanted forest to die (Unless the elves can find him later)
Mako Mankanshoku	ELSEWHERE, A WHILE AGO "Get out of here, LOSER!" The resounding crack of a baseball bat striking something solid echoes throughout the courtyard of Honnouji Academy. The victim spirals off into the sky, disappearing in a twinkle of light. Baseball Club President Masaya Kiruna snorts, swinging his glittering red Life-Fiber reinforced bat up onto his shoulder, adjusting the brim of his cap with the other hand. HERE AND NOW Orcs and elves and heroes are battling in an epic confrontation of steel and arrows and blood. A warboss shows up on his hideous war wolf monster. And things just keep getting worse: Now there's a COMET incoming. As it descends, the fireball shrinks until it's slowed down enough that the flames disappear entirely--This is a person, tumbling end over end at frightful speed. They impact somewhere amidst the orcs, scattering warriors in all directions. Not one to stop at one, Mankanshoku Mako bounces, lands a few yards away, and bounces again, skipping like as tone cast across still water through the battle lines until she slams into a rock shot through with the roots of an old tree, coming to an explosive stop. Smoke clears, revealing the girl upside-down, clad in her Goku Uniform, with a tiny drop of blood leaking from her nose. "...Wow, that was a good one!" FIGHT CLUB PRESIDENT MANKANSHOKU MAKO Peeling herself out of the stone, Mako rolls to a halt facing the rock, then stands up and dusts off her dress with both her hands and the huge white gloves protruding from the empty sleeves of her uniform jacket.
Thranduil	Orcs are bowled over, swallowed up by the thorny brush and twisted roots of the forest. The Silvan Elves are not certain what to make of what just happened and stand looking aghast. The big Orc laughs a deep, derpy laugh when Mako makes her arrival, then narrows his eyes. It just got real. The Orc thrusts his foot into the Warg's haunches and it begins running forward, the armored battle Warg baring its teeth, ready to slash and bite while the Orc sweeps his sword out at Mako.
Garen	Garen grits his teeth as the worg gets a bite out of him. He rolls back and checks his shoulder. "I liked this coat." He says. He pulls his pistol again and fires rapidly at the worg. Of course, he also cheekily rolls a thermal detonator grenade, hoping the Worg decides to eat it.
Mako Mankanshoku	"Whoa-!" The sudden arrival of SWORD in Mako's vicinity gets the brunette hopping. But rather than try to avoid it, she ducks her head. The blade chops into the soft-looking crest of her side-canted cap, where it impacts not simply cloth, but the impossible Life Fibers that form twenty percent of her uniform's cloth. The impact is like striking a shield, and it's not clear if the metallic clang comes from the sword, the cap, or Mako's empty head. "Wow!" Glittering crimson fragments flitter off when the sword rakes free, shavings from the Life Fiber's damage, "You just get right into it! That's okay, though--" Flipping out her arms, Mako digs in with her feet, then leaps after the charging Warg-rider with steps that crater the forest floor, drawing back her fist. The star-shaped 'MAKO' knuckleduster glimmers in the dim forest light, "--I can get right into it, too! Hope you're ready!" The punch is aimed at the center of the orc leader's back. It may or may not hit like a cannonball.
Thranduil	The Warg growls and yelps as Galen's blaster finds gaps in the beast's armor, lashing out with its sharp claws. The Orc dismounts and glares at Mako. How dare she block his attack? He holds up his shield to mitigate some of the damage, but the force of the punch throws him forward, knocking him off balance and to the ground. The Warg, wounded but not defeated, can move more freely now that it doesn't have a rider. It tries to grab an arm or a leg in its powerful jaws. The Orc clamors to his feet and swings his shield at Mako with his musclenound arm. Let's see if he can flatten this strange girl.
Garen	Garen's leg gets caught, but the crafty agent uses this. He shifts, nearly breaking his own leg to grab his grenade and hurls it towards the worgs mouth. "Eat this, puppy." He says. He then drops a flashbang onto the ground, and rips his leg free, regardless of the pain it causes. He knew ways to suppress pain.
Mako Mankanshoku	CLANG Shield strikes Mako just as she's skidding to a halt, sending the girl sprawling head over heels back into the battle lines. Orcs are scattered by her tumble, until she manages to dig her geta in and come to a halt, on her feet. There's a big red mark on her face that is oddly offset by her grin, "You're pretty good!" The girl flips out her arms, causing the billowing coat around her to flare out to either side. Lining the interior is an impressive arsenal of weapons and impliments, all gold in color with the faint red gleam of Life Fibers surrounding them. Selecting a length of chain, she snaps it out to full length over her head, then snaps it forward like a whip in an attempt to entangle the orc. And if she manages to get him, Mako yanks on the chain to pull him towards her, drawing back her fist so that she can meet his face with it when he gets to her. Which carries enough force to push him back. So she yanks him in again. This could go on for a while.
Thranduil	The Warg is warded off for a moment as it recoils from the flashbang. The grenade does cause significant damage, its armor coming loose on one side. It shakes its head, trying to regain its senses. Once it does, it charges at Garen again, slobber flying everywhere. It is a creature fueled by pure hate, and it certainly has a lot of hate for Garen at the moment. It tries to use its jagged armor to its advantage by just throwing itself at him. The Orc emits a roar when Mako starts punching him. When she pulls him back in, he reciprocates by attempting to headbutt her with his ugly, leathery face which sports a jagged toothy grin. "You will die!"
Mako Mankanshoku	The sound of the orc's head striking Mako's is akin to the sound of striking a hollow log. She staggers back, releasing the chain and rubbing at her face with both hands, "--Yeow!" The red mark left by the shield slam had begun to fade, but this just raises a new angry red mark on her forehead, visible when she lowers her hands into her jacket. There's the briefest frown when she pulls out a gleaming golden baseball bat, with numerous nails pounded through the end, "I'm starting to think you're not having fun. Why fight if it's not fun, huh?" One of her sleeves produces a glove, which snatches at the discarded chain and yanks on it in an attempt to tangle the orc's legs. In the same motion, Mako lunges forward, bat held back until she's within range to swing it upward towards his midsection and chin, "Fights are meant to be fun, so enjoy yourself, huh! I'm the Fight Club President, I know what I'm talkin' about so you should listen!"
Garen	Garen rolls, but even such a thing render him able to ward off a fatal impact. He gets another nasty cut on his person though. "Not a friendly beast, are you..." He asks. He pulls his pistol once more and fires another burst at the warg, bent to put it down.
Thranduil	The Warg falls to the ground, flailing its legs with a clatter as its armor clangs around. It gets up and sizes Garen up. It may appear as though it is thinking about its next move. Unfortunately, Wargs are not that intelligent. They, like ORcs, are bred to just kill kill kill. Out in the open, it would simply run down its prey, but here, in this twisted sickly forest, there isn't enough room. It growls and drools, then charges with a limp at Garen again, hoping to get in a few slashes with its claws. The Orc falls again, roaring in anger as it tries to untangle itself from Mako's spiked bolo as well as the hits to the middle and chin. The blows to the middle don't harm it as much since he's wearing armor, but the blow to the chin causes several blackened, sharp looking teeth the fly out with black blood pouring from his mouth (and from where the spiked thing hit). He answers Mako's banter with a gurgly roar and swipes his crude sword at her legs.
Garen	Garen's drilled hard by the charge, but rather then fly back, he uses the momentum to flip up and onto it's back. "Sorry, but you need to be put down.....Though I think I'll be searching out one of your pups..It could prove useful, if trained." He says, trying some point blank blaster shots.
Mako Mankanshoku	A fist slams down into the stone and earth at Mako's feet, belonging to one of her coat's empty sleeves. The sword cuts into this rather than the girl's bare legs, chopping into the fabric and scattering glittering crimson Life Fiber fragments from the gash. It's a pretty serious looking cut. But it doesn't get through the sleeve. It seems that to injure Mako, one has to get through her Uniform first. "I guess that answers that!" Whipping her bat back, she flips open her jacket again and procures a second bat for her other hand. Her sleeves also dive in and withdraw with their own weapons: A length of crooked, gold-colored metal pipe and a similarly golden, glittering crowbar. Brandishing all four weapons in what is suddenly all four hands, Mako just starts wailing on the ground-locked orc with everything she's holding all at once. "I'll show you what it's like to enjoy a fight!"
Thranduil	The Warg yelps and blood splatters everywhere. With its last bit of life it swipes out an armored paw with razor sharp claws. That leaves just the Orc to deal with, and it doesn't look as though he's an easy takedown. Mako's attacks draw putrid Orc blood, opening nasty wounds. Orcs are just all around disgusting. He spits out some more teeth and tries to smash his armored forearm into Mako's head in an attempt to get her off of him. "You will burn along with these pathetic forest dwellers."
Garen	Garen hops off the body quick enough to get swatted by the claw and paw. He takes a moment, catching his breath a bit. "Keeper, I hope you got the data there. We're going to want those canines." He says. He pulls his rifle off his back and takes aim at the orc, firing for his weapon arm.
Mako Mankanshoku	Clunk! It seems like hitting this energetic girl in the head makes all kinds of hollow noises. Could this be the true power of the coconut-head? Or is it the power of being kind of an idiot? Her head snaps back an she staggers, though the sleeves of her coat catch her from falling over by reaching behind her as supports. A trickle of blood seeps down from her nose, and she sniffles it right back, "Wow, you're intense! But you should really relax, y'know?" She snaps out her chain once more, then rears back. One of those huge gloved hands closes into a fist and then rams itself straight for the center of the orc's chest with the force of a semitrailer. She's aiming him at one of the trees. And with the chain tangled around his body, she hurls the part of it in her hand to one side. Unexpectedly clever: Mako's trying to both knock the warboss into the old tree and also tie him to it. Maybe Garen's well-aimed blaster shot will make this a little easier!
Thranduil	Garen's attack causes the Orc to drop his sword, then looks at him angrily. His hand looks a bit less like a hand now, but that isn't going to stop him. The attack threw him off enough that it leaves him open to Mako's attack, which sends him flying into a tree. He is on his feet in a flash, though and charges, looking to shieldbash Garen and deliver a mighty crosscheck to Mako. The Orc just yells words probably bettter left untranslated by the Multiverse's language ability.
Garen	Garen's sent back by the shieldbash, clearly not someone meant for front line battle. He gets back up to his feet, and fires his rifle at the other arm. "Just do us a favor and die already."
Mako Mankanshoku	A failure with the chain! Mako reels it in with one of her sleeve arms, tanking the hit to her face like a champ--despite the spray of blood from her nose. It only lasts a second or two. While one of her sleeve-fists wraps the chain around its knuckles, the girl plants her feet, then surges in close. While she's laughing and cheering the entire time, that doesn't change the sheer brutality of the beatdown that she delivers. Using both fists, her glittering golden knuckledusters, the chain-wrapped fists of her sleeve arms, as well as the spiked geta sandals, Mako gives the orc a flurry of blows with incredible force, nonstop for several seconds. The sheer pressure of it craters the ground around her and starts cracking the stone behind her victim. It gets worse the longer she goes, just relentlessly pounding the warboss until he probably at least feels like a life as raw hamburger would be better. "You're pretty good, you know!"