Do what you want with the islan- MY BEER!!!! (Battle Thread)

Alek sat in his living room, reading a book. He seemed quite relaxed, despite the sounds of screams outside. On the table was a brewski- the last one in his house. He was savoring it- it would do no good to down the sucker, he'd barely feel it. No, he'd do this for the flavor. The popping bubbles, the smooth aftertaste. He loved him some corona. How did they even get to the island anyway? Did they bring beer directly from Mexico specifically to make his life better? He liked to think so. He reached down and took a drink, letting out an easy "Mmm...." before setting it back down on the coaster. He heard banging at the door- someone shouting to open the door or they would kick it down. Alek barely raised his voice.

"Oh fuck off, would you? I'm right at a good part..."

The door was kicked in, and as it slammed into the wall, his beer fell. His eyes widened and things seemed to slow down. He heard music of a tragedy playing in the background as the fluid sprayed from the battle and all over his carpet. He stared as it landed, nearly gone....he felt a tragic pain in his heart. His teeth clenched, and he would reached down and grab the bottle. He would turn to stare at whoever was in the door, his fists clenched.

"Do you...realize what you've done!?"

@theenemy

TITANS 3&4, @alek 's opponents, MARCI AND KADEN

Marci and Kaden had been sent, among with other small groups, to tackle the residences of the Island. These two had just begun kicking in doors when it seemed they had angered a man by knocking over his... beer?

"Dude. We're here to kill you and you're worried about that?" Kaden said as he lifted his bow, aiming right at the beer bottle in his hand as she shot.

Meanwhile, Marci tucked and rolled in an attempt to swing at his ankles to trip the guy.

Kill him? What, these squirts who must tackle homes instead of warriors? Fight women and children instead of killers? They made a mistake threatening his life. And a bigger one knocking over his beer. He threw the bottle just before the guy shot. The arrow would explode through the glass but what little liquid inside would still fly, aiming to cover the males face and blind him temporarily. At the same time, Alek would kick his small coffee table, aiming to smash it into the other fellow who was attacking low. Assuming both hit, he'd pull out a match and light it with a grin.

"YA naslazhdat'sya kriki. (I shall enjoy your screams.)"

He'd toss it to the ground and ignite all the alcohol, from his initial spill, to what was on the table, to what was on the man, a leading trail of it from Alek to the attacker giving hefty fuel as Alek would aim to burn them both alive.

@theenemy

TITANS 3 & 4, @alek's Opponents, MARCI and KADEN

So the liquid flew at Kaden's face, and it blinded him.  Kaden screamed, bewildered that his sight was gone.  He panicked and ran around, not knowing what he was doing nor where he was going, until he slammed in the wall.

Marci didn't have time to see what Kaden was doing, though, as she was preoccupied with her own troubles.  She had quicker reflexes than Kaden and quickly rolled out of the way of the coffee table.  What happened next didn't hurt her, but it did to Kaden and the poor bloke was burned.  It was terrible but Marci merely rolled her eyes at his stupidity before facing Alek again.

"Oh, I'm not that easy to get rid of," she snarled as she made a jump for the couch he had been sitting on, aiming to cut his throat with the sword in her extended arm as she did that. 

Alek turned to the female, bringing the flame back up to his hand as he stared at it. He pushed it into his body, raising his overall core body tempt to 102.5. He started sweating with a grin. He put both his hands inside his jacket and puling out two weapons. In his left were a pair of spiked brass knuckles. In his right was a blade, with brass knuckles too. He'd wave her forward.

"Well. bring it on then, bitch."

As she slashed, he'd bring up his knife hand to block while his left would reach for her wrist. If he grabbed it he'd pull down and throw a punch for her face, aiming to cut her pretty cheek. At the same time, he'd try and light her arm on fire with his body heat, which would promptly lower back to 98.5!

@theenemy

TITAN 3, Opponent of @alek, MARCI

Luckily for Marci, she evaded his grip and landed on her feet on the arm of the couch.  However, the hot brass knuckles on his left hand had still touched her, and she screamed in pain when it burned.  DAMN! This one wasn't just any regular soldier.  She quickly lifted her shield to her face as she aimed to swipe her sword at his abdomen, quickly moving back after she did that to evade any retaliation on his part.

Alek would leap backward, left foot smashing through his flipped table. He cursed. His house was ruined! Damn these bastards- who did they think they were? Now he was gonna have to kill a whole bunch of them to make himself feel like both his table and his beer were avenged! He didn't want to kill them- but they knew just how to push his buttons!

He'd kick his leg up, aiming to fling the table at her. Then he'd aim to kick the table as it hit her. If it worked and she was thrown off her feet, he'd aim to punch her in the face and knock her out. He'd then pick her up and drag her down the steps into the basement, where he would leave her.

"You and I will have a little chat later, missy."

Then he would head upstairs, lock the door and put a chair under the knob so she couldn't kick it open. Assuming all of this worked, he'd head outside to punish these pricks who dared to knock over his beer!

@theenemy

Mac wasn't exactly sure where to start, but she heard some angry yelling from a residence nearby. She took at a run and burst in the door of the building, her sword spinning into shape from the bracelet around her wrist and into her hand. "Need some help?" she asked with a little wink at the guy who was running outside passed her. She followed behind, ready to fight wherever they went next!

Jason's left hand, no holding the woman's blade from before, would be slicked in the beer and blood of his enemies. He'd point at the girl who came in with it, ready to cut her up too. To be honest, he had no idea who was what, and all he knew was that bitches be kickin' in his door and spillin' shit. And that just sent the wrong messages. He would pause when she asked if her needed help. He'd gesture at the burnt corpse.

"Yeah, who the fuck are they? And where can I find more?"

He'd go in the direction she pointed!

She looked down at the burnt corpse and laughed out loud, "geez, man nice work! Seems we've got some Egyptians and Titans on our hands. You knew?' she asked as they took at a run, heading in the direction of a group of about ten or so warriors trying to get into the houses. "Anyway,only fight the guys with that Camp Bast symbol! See it?" she didn't wait for an answer as she charged into the group, swinging her sword swiftly.

Mac was a graceful fighter, not necessarily a vicious one. She didn't yell, scream or cause a riot. Really, she just slipped through as if she were doing a dance.

@theenemy

He would indeed race after her. He wouldn't pause, however to cry out or roar either. He'd grab the head of one closest to him and smash it into the wall before snapping his neck. He'd then plant a foot on the wall, push off and kick, aiming a wall-roundhouse for the nearest enemies face!

"Ahaha! A good fight....A GOOD FIGHT!"

Mac was, to say the least, excited by her nameless partners joy in attacking the enemies in a pretty intense fashion. She always believed in a good fight too, of course! However, she did like peace time just as much. After tackling a few more Bast kids, knocking them out and breaking their bones, she turned to the guy, watching him work for a moment before laughing a little and continuing to beat the crap out of the baddies.

Alek would finish the last one off, smashing his face into the curb and sliding the body off the sidewalk into the grass. He sniffed, and turned to Mac. He would cock an eyebrow before grunting in appreciation for the death. He would start stomping off inland, toward town, not saying anything to her as he did so.

"I need more booze...."

Bastards. Bastards. Dumping his beer...

@theenemy

Mac couldn't help but chuckle at this guy, and bite her lip a bit as he stormed away. She followed after him, heading toward the town. She heard him mutter something about booze and laughed out loud, jogging til she was beside him. "I'm sure the club has been attacked by now. Why don't we check it out and grab a drink while we're at it?" she said, walking backwards to face him for a moment before winking at turning toward club Nysa.

She was right. The door was broken down and the fighting was already happening. The place was a mess. She burst in, jumping up on a table to take the first hit.

(hey, so her power is she can foresee a 'final blow'. can she maybe save his life by blocking a blow that would have killed him?)

He grunted as she intervened. He continued walking for a moment before she said something about getting beer at a club. Alek wasn't a club goer- he never had the time or the fortitude to deal with the bullshit. But alcohol was required and at this point he'd drink water if he thought an alcoholic spit in it. So, he'd turn and follow her to this club, walking in and not even looking about at the men and women fighting, instead grabbing the nearest bottle of booze and taking a swig.

He'd spartan-kick the nearest warrior in the chest before downing the entire bottle. Little did he know, as he drank, one of the other warriors was sneaking up behind him, blade drawn and prepared to skewer him.

OOC: Sounds great- I set you up for it!