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[RP] Galactic Underground|Night|Raining

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Humen:
Salamander

Salamander started to get some feeling back in his arm when he saw his opponent running away on a trail made of ice of all things. Salamander jumped higher among the trees following his foe from above. When his opponent was clear in sight he jumped off the elevated branch firing ball after ball of fire at the ice road and his opponent.

Desbear:
Discord

Discord grinned under his mask until his enemy called him what he did. He tossed his dice seemingly off the tree, to the side with his cane. Before stopping them mid air and growing them. They didn't roll though, not yet. His opponent did as he had hoped, and dashed at him, attempting to hit him. He jumped off, yet again, and grabbed hold of his cane, before yanking it out of the tree and falling onto his dice. His dice then began to roll, he couldn't offset the roll any longer. He leaped towards another tree, before stabbing the cane into it, and staying there. He couldn't pull himself up, and two numbers had already rolled (THREE and FIVE, meaning...Oh heck yeah, Mid power and Fire elemental.) The other set of numbers rolled, getting him a seven. He grinned, jumping towards his enemy, before what looked like a minigun composed of fire appeared in his hands. He fired the first four balls of fire at the ground, using the knockback to land on a tree, before firing the other four at his enemy.

[SIINTCA]

GrizzlyEatsKids:
GM POST
Suddenly, the wailing of sirens could be heard around the Automate Factory, at first faint, but growing much louder in only a short amount of time. There was a loud booming sound as the large front doors to the factory swung open, and tons of police officers, armed with riot shields and guns, swarmed into the building.

"STOP! NOBODY MOVE!" one of the officers at the front yelled into a bullhorn. "WE HAVE THE BUILDING SURROUNDED. WE REQUEST THAT THE ORGANIZERS OF THIS EVENT STEP UP NOW, HANDS ABOVE THEIR HEADS."

The crowd suddenly fell silent, and an unseen, mysterious force caused the current astral battles to stop, forcing the fighters to harmlessly desync, as if the fights had ended in a tie. No one stepped forward to comply with the officer's request, though, as both the MC and the leaders of the Triad were nowhere to be seen.

Tickles:
Dagen

Dagen was back in the real world. he was about to close the deal and win too, and take his foe out with his super. "So close..." He looked around and seen the police. He had a few run ins with them before, but they were minor 'Hey, you can't sleep here' or 'We have strong suspicion of blah blah blah,' but this time was different. He was part of a highly illegal battle, and these guys looked serious. Dagen started to panic a little inside, and did his best to hide by some of the other fighters. All he wanted was to find Ash and Misty and get the hell out.

Salvador

Salvador was frustrated. He hated interruptions, especially by the pigs. He knew better though. He might be  strong fighter in the real world, but even he couldn't stop a bullet if he wanted to. He looked out of the corners of his eyes to find a way out, but found none. He couldn't hide either because of his size, and the mere fact that no one really wanted to be near him. If anyone was going to be the perpetrator, he would be chosen simply because of his age, and he did not want to play the hero to these weak meatbags.

WhistfulSoul:
Soul

Police entered the abandoned factory, storming the place, surrounding everyone. "STOP! NOBODY MOVE!" one of the officers at the front yelled into a bullhorn. "WE HAVE THE BUILDING SURROUNDED. WE REQUEST THAT THE ORGANIZERS OF THIS EVENT STEP UP NOW, HANDS ABOVE THEIR HEADS." Those in battle came back to their own consciousnesses, and everyone grew quiet, but no one stepped up to the man with the bullhorn.

"Tch. So much for being 'Underground'." Soul leaned up against the closest railing and waited for further instructions from the police officers. "Let's hope that I can easily explain this to father."

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