Ravager's pov
"Raven should be the biggest threat but if I get my hands on that armor I can wipe the floor with her." Diesel said. "Robin should be a skilled combatant but if we still have the element of surprise then he won't have his gear. Starfire, Donna Troy and my ex have enhanced abilities. They should be pretty hard too."
"Maybe for you," I say confidently, "I'll push your ex near the window so you can rappel down and inject her with the shot from behind."
"Yeah, once I get that armor it's game over. I'll head to the roof. Don't want Raven to so much as look at me and put me to sleep."
I popped my neck and loosened up my shoulders. Entering the elevator with my sword and pistol in hand time seemed to have slowed as the elevator opened. I ran in, they all were around a downed redhead. I tunnel-visioned on the gothic chick in the middle raising my pistol towards her shocked face.
"Look out!" A blur of orange skin interrupted the barrage and shielded Raven from my shots.
Donna and Cassandra had armor magically appear onto them. Cassandra was red and hooded but Donna was in black with stars on it as they flew at me. I emptied the clip on them but they were both under Donna's shield as they charged me. I rolled to the side to not get run over. Holstering my gun, I leapt to a pillar, and hopped off of it, my sword coming down with enough force to cut Starfire and the goth in half!
Only a black orb stopped me in midair, and where I planned to attack were two red eyes, glowing and glowering at me. I was thrown up against the wall. I saw Robin in the corner of my eye flee to the corner. In front of me I had two demi-gods and black matter attacks closing in on me. The… serum's instinct took over.
I dodge the black matter like bullets and cupped Diesel's ex mid flight and smashed her face into the metal wall behind me. In so doing I dodged Donna. Using Cassandra, I cartwheeled over her, sword in hand, deflected Donna's sword coming after me and leapt into a roll to get away from the wall.
At this moment I had them all in my line of sight. Cass turned to me, wiping at the blood pouring out of her nose. Starfire, leaking purple blood onto the floor let out an enraged roar; entering her bezerker state from her file. Robin glared at me intently while performing a threatening kata with a pair of nunchucks. Donna held her shield high and sword tactically towards me. Raven asked, eyes red, "Who are you?!"
"I am Grant Wilson, and you killed all I love in this world. However, you shall know me as: Ravager!"
Green fire burned from Starfire's hands as she charged me in flight. I spun into a crescent kick and my foot collided in her armpit when I meant to get her face. Crashing into the ground she faltered me but both Donna and Cass tried to lasso me. I rolled towards Robin but leapt back from the wall of black energy that ripped the large couch in half. Cussing I retreated behind the island in the kitchen and reloaded, cocking the gun with one hand.
Screaming followed by a green laser that took off my left shoulder pauldron turned the kitchen into an instant blaze. I absentmindedly tossed a flash bang over my shoulder and climbed over the island. Only Starfire and Cass were dazed. I spewed lead into those two. A few hit Cass before Donna leapt in with her shield, a few more hit Starfire before a flying nunchuck knocked my gun out of my hand.
That was enough time for Star to redirect her death beam to me but I gambled and blocked it with my sword. Ozymandias' scientists told me it was some special alloy and I should have listened to them blabber. The blade redirected the beam, burning holes into the floors above, and I twisted my blade in such a way that the beam went towards Robin and Raven. Forced to cover up, Raven's shield then redirected the beam again. Breaking off, I ran towards Robin and did a tic tac, or wall run, jumping over him and kicked the exposed Raven. My metal shin clubbing the back of her head with a crack.
I sliced at Robin, getting caught up in the heat of battle and missed him; hitting instead his one set of nunchucks. In nothing but a short sleeve t-shirt and sport shorts, he attacked me with an impressive Kali combo. However, the military was taught Kali as well. Also known as Arnis, or escrima, the combative is the only discipline that complements any other style of martial arts. It's also not about using your own weapons, my father taught, but using your opponent's weapon against them.
In point tournaments my father forced me to do, one could strike an opponent with their hands if they caught and held their stick for one second. This was usually difficult since average practitioners could perform 300 strikes per minute (A/N: Yes.). Robin was much faster than the average practitioner, perhaps three times as fast. However I amazed myself, blocking his attacks with my gauntlet and elbow piece on one arm before grabbing his stick and kicking his foot from under him. Next came Donna with her lasso, but I used Robin's escrima against him. Pulling him up by the stick he refused to lose, I got him roped by the lasso and elbowed him into a twirl. This pulled the galaxy Wonder Girl to me where I parried her shield out of my way and punched her in the face.
Blood splattered onto my face but she raised her shield afterwards. My father also taught me one of the most powerful moves in MMA today: the calf kick. The sciatic nerve has its root right in the side of the calf without any muscle over to protect it, once you hit the nerve, the limping begins immediately. Thus ruining posture and sometimes grounding an opponent.
Donna screamed out before falling and attempted getting in the fetal position; hiding behind her shield. I kicked her across the floor and sent her flying back into the half burned kitchen island and breaking it atop of her.
Jesus, am I really ten-times stronger than I used to be?
Cassandra screamed out Donna's name as smoke started filling the room and going out the window. Water and fire even leaked from the ceiling above, signs that the death-ray went all the way outside. I turned to find hands around my throat and smashed me back into the wall. Green eyes threatened to obliterate me so one hand was forced on staying conscious and the other forced her chin back. She was stubborn and I almost broke her neck for it before she tossed me aside.
Another scream of rage and anguish practically flew at me and smashed my helmet. A web of cracks in the visor. It was Cassandra and she seethed amongst the flames. Her voice was broken and hoarse, "Why?!"
She punched again, causing half of my mask to break off, rain on my back, "Why?!"
I got up and hit her in the gut before gripping her throat, turning her to the window, "To serve justice for my dead! Now!"
On cue, Diesel came down from above and stuck the needle in her. She went limp in my hand and I dropped her into his arms and he cradled her head from behind. "Shhh," he said sadistically, "you feel that?"
Shock, and terror was all over her face as he spoke in her ear. "You feel that doll? That's your will power to control the Silent Armor going away."
With much effort, she weakly tried to pull his hands away but the gauntlets and other pieces floated onto him. His voice was contorted when a mask formed onto his face over his blue outfit the armor gave him,
"I told you I'd get them back!"
Next he brutally snapped the girl's neck so violently that blood squirted onto his face and then he dusted his hands off like it was no big deal. Starfire screamed and charged forward like a depraved bear but Diesel and I did a dual combo on her. He punched her, I kicked, he kicked, I punched, he grabbed her face, and I swept her leg out from under her. Her eyes rolled back into her skull after being slammed into the floor.
"Only two left," Diesel said.
"There's one more?"
"Yep."
Looking out onto the chaos, I had a dead blonde at my feet, her body already paling and getting rained on. We had an unconscious and maybe dying alien with purple blood from her beaten mouth with bullet holes in her. We had a demigod buried in marble in the kitchen. A boy foaming out the mouth as that lasso electrocuted him. A redhead who never woke up. Then Raven.
She was limping to my gun before she field stripped it; not yet aware that she's already lost. I must have kicked her so hard that her equilibrium was off. She turned to us, barely standing as she looked around at the chaos, at the bodies at our feet. Tears started to flow out of her eyes,
"Are you happy now?"
"No." I said, "Where is the moron who killed Carol!"
"I-I don't know!" She spat, "And even if I did I would rather die than tell you!"
I strode forward to her and pushed the shorter woman down and full mounted her, yelling,
"That can be arranged!"
I hit her right in the temple with my right, screaming, "Where is he!?"
Then my left hammered down, every time my fist connected more blood covered them. Right. Left. Right. She slowly became unrecognizable. Left. Right. Left.
"Where?!"
"Go. To. Hell."
Then a pain erupted in my chest, my heart feeling like it would burst. My blood, everywhere, it felt like it was boiling. I fell to my knees and Diesel chuckled ominously. A smile was in his voice, "Oops. Remember when you asked me if the serum had any side effects?"
He batted the sword out of my boiling hand and added, "I lied."
He dragged me to the window and picked me up by the throat. Holding me out the window he laughed, "Now just let me watch! Watch you die!"
However, something unexpected happened. The elevator dinged behind him but he didn't hear it. I saw a man step out with a suitcase with a mask like mine. No… I had commissioned my mask like his!
It was my hero! My idol! Deathstroke in the flesh!
He flipped a switch close to the handle on his suitcase and flicked his wrist. The suitcase fell away and revealed a G36C with a masterkey, an underbarrel shotgun, attached to it. Deathstroke huffed,
"So unprofessional."
He blasted the shotgun into Diesel's back and he keeled over after letting go of me. I caught myself and grabbed him by the hair before throwing him off the ledge. I screamed from the boiling in my blood, what is wrong with me! Pulling myself up I could barely crawl to Deathstroke because of the pain. He picked me up and spat, "Do you need morphine?!"
I nodded my head and he gave me a shot which I jabbed in my leg. Morphine has been a battlefield staple since the Civil War. I started feeling a little better and stood up.
"Now there's two of you?" Diesel spat before landing almost gracefully on the glass shards by the window. The fire was growing around us and part of the building collapsed showering Diesel in rain, sparks and smoke. The window was now more like a large hole in the building.
"Looks like this is going to be fun!" He said, popping his fingers.
Our eyes weren't on him however, there was a fourth member hovering over us with a clear sight of the battlefield now that part of the building fell away down below. His pants were ragged and his clothes were shreds on his back. Red, black and white, as if he were wearing a suit before seeing hell itself or fighting a bloody god and winning. I knew who he was. He was the one who killed my girl.
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Gotham Methodist Hospital
Wintergreen's pov
I agreed with Slade most of the time. Hell, my gut always does. Thing is, his head is his gut. Once the lights cut off at the hospital and the screaming started; I knew I should have listened to my gut too. Why did Slade always choose the stubborn ones? Ones you literally have to kidnap to save? Or kill an army before they say "ok, MAYBE we should go now".
"Officer Wintergreen!" Rose croaked, "They're coming for me!"
I cussed, screw the no smoking rule. I pulled out a cigar, one of the smaller ones and lit it.
"Why would they be doing that! Don't make things up dear!" Lillie shot in a hushed voice.
"Susan said they asked her my whereabouts by name!"
"How-"
"They know." I interjected, "They know, Lilian." I glanced at the girl and said, "Officer Wilson was right."
"They know what?!" Rose asked, "What aren't you telling me!?"
"We should hold out until Slade gets back." Lilian said.
"Nope," I puffed my cigar, and dug into my pocket and unfolded the folding Glock. I handed it to Lilian with three magazines and said, "We need to get out of here." I nodded at Rose, "Does she shoot?"
Thankfully, Ms. Worth wasn't giving us any more fuss. She answered, "Yes, yes she does."
"What is going on?!"
"Rose, baby listen to me," Lilian placated, "I need you to be brave okay? Remember all those times at the range? Remember Thanksgiving turkey?"
The screams were growing closer and less frequent. Rose nodded her head.
"Do whatever Officer Wintergreen says, okay?"
I reached in my other pocket and unfolded that Glock as well. After giving her two magazines I flicked the switch on my suitcase and it fell away, the handle actually being the handle of the G36. I unfolded the stock and then the door by the hall burst open. All I saw after that was blanc white light and I knew it was tactical lights. Slade had both of us practice shooting with that light right in our faces when we left the army. I shot at them and clipped two of them before they returned fire.
Despite their silencers, suppressors; whatever I haven't been in the Army for years, their guns sputtered like pistons. Lilian leaned out and Rose stood up and shot three rounds each. Two men fell. However I heard shouting, there was a lot more of them. There was no way we were getting down without Slade's help.
Our only options were the external fire escape or the stairs to the roof. I got my FDC-9 across my chest with a small camera attached to the barrel. Taking it I opened a door to the hall as cover. The barrel camera checked one side through the door's slim window and I peeked at the other side. Both were clear… for now.
"Lilian, Rose, both sides are clear but I'm trusting you to watch my six. If you see hostiles, shoot them and yell bogies. Got it?"
They nodded, the guns shaking in their hands. I don't blame them, I'm surprised they haven't pissed their pants yet. Slade and I both did that when we first saw war.
Going towards our left a squad appeared from around the corner three feet from us. I closed the distance and rammed him into the man behind him. Now I had a man on my left and right. Grabbing my opponent's knife from its sheath I sliced his throat and threw the knife at the man on my right. I tossed the body to my left and Lilian and her daughter both two shot the guy. I pressed my elbow into the last man's throat. His white fox or jackal mask was covered in spots of blood.
"Who sent you?!"
"I'll never-"
I punched him in the mouth, cradled his head in my hand and pressed my thumb into his eye. After he finished screaming from the gouged out eye I spat in his face and threatened, "I'll be talking to a blind man if you don't tell me!"
Before he could answer, more lights came up on my left. I turned him around, kicked his knees down and sprayed my FDC until all the lights were on the floor. In that split second they returned fire and killed my hostage. Cussing, I wiped the blood off my moustache, tossed the ruined cigar and beckoned the girls to follow me with a wave. We went right, my ears ringing, and checked the corner with my barrel cam and saw four T-stacks, four man squads, coming towards us. Crap, T-stack formations mean they were ex-army.
I turned around and ran towards the stairs in the opposite direction. Urgency in my voice, I ordered, "Run! Run! Runrunrunrun!"
The stairwell door clapped behind me, bullets soon followed and under fire I yelled, "Keep going up!"
"How many were there?" Lilian asked.
"Little under twenty!"
"Mister Wintergreen!" Rose exclaimed, "You're bleeding!"
I looked at my shoulder, I had a through and through, and asked, "Didn't even feel it. Is there more on my back?"
"Two holes, grouped on your left shoulder," Lilian said.
"That'll grow annoying once the adrenaline wears off." I still had a bullet in me, or part of the metal door. "Keep going!"
The door busted open below us and I spayed my FDC-9 down onto them, empting the 100-round drum. Next I leveled my G36 and finished that part of the clip. I took my double mag and shifted it over; reloading my assault weapon on the move. Lilian shouted down to me, my ears ringing from the contained firefight, "Where are we going?"
"You know how to fly a chopper." I stated. I took my FDC's drum and tossed it down onto our pursuers like a tomato masher grenade. Reaching back to grab another really agitated it though and my steps faltered.
"Wintergreen!" Rose exclaimed.
"Lilian, just give me one of the drums on my back."
She did, but in doing so I slowed us down so I could reload. A burst of bullets pinged at me but I unloaded the slugs on the masterkey and flipped open my shotgun's shell pouch grabbing four black ones. We went up a few more steps and I dual loaded my shotgun.
"You guys REALLY piss me off!" I yelled down before shooting the dragon's breath specialty rounds down onto them.
These guys, they're relentless! If I was their team leader I would have let us keep the stairs.
Unless…
"We're free!" Rose exclaimed.
No! We're at the top already?! It's a-
We were bathed in light and I saw the sniper flash before I was knocked back. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I fell unconscious… or died.
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Jackal's pov
"Drop the guns unless you want to be obliterated."
They froze and my men came up on their flanks and easily disarmed them. One of my right hand men finished tying a hangman's noose and told me that it was ready. The women tried in vain to resist the hold of two men each. I waved the one's with the mother over and she spat on my feet.
"So that's it?! You're gonna lynch me!"
"No," I stabbed her and drew my blade across her gut, "worse."
Her daughter's screams were muffled by a gloved hand. My victim stumbled forward, trying to hold her guts inside. I laughed as she tried to breathe, like her lungs weren't wanting to fall out right now. I personally wrapped the rope around her neck, making sure beforehand that it was too short so that she'll suffer the longest. Rolling her off the side with my boot I looked down on the street as her intestines roped down to the ground and saw a speeding car coming. You're too late Slade, and William Walsh aka the Jackal is just getting started.