Lord Doom
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Post by Lord Doom on Mar 2, 2017 21:16:22 GMT -5
Doom was accustomed to things like insurrection.
That is, in so much as he was the puppeteer behind it. He had overthrown the Baron of Latveria with but a small score of his like minded companions and his own might as a sorcerer.
But when word reached him that there was rebellion in one of the more recently acquired corners of the German border, he knew that it must be crushed. Stamped out. The fools had yet to recognize their actions.
Doom would have to teach them their error.
His Grand General, Titania, was already with the garrison he had quartered in the small city. Doom knew that his presence would only be of more use once he had received the information and distress call from one of the other commanding officers. Doom rarely practiced magic of the kind he had prepared for this moment: to transport a battalion of troops, two tanks, and himself through time and space to the designated spot across in Germany. Typically, he would only have to transport himself though it occurred to him that bringing additional assistance to secure the region at last would only be beneficial.
He concentrated, standing before his men.
His eyes glowed a sickly green color as he held a hand aloft, chanting in his growling, thick accent.
And then it was done.
Doom felt dizzy for but a moment before he regained himself, looking around him swiftly at the battle within the city streets. He then looked forward at his battalion: all present, all attending to their positions as discussed. The tanks roared to life and moved through the city toward the gunfire and Doom turned to regard his General, much taller than himself, having appeared directly behind her.
"Umbra," he rasped, "Latveria heeds your call."
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Post by Titania on Mar 4, 2017 10:33:24 GMT -5
It was a minor uprising, nothing more. Certainly nothing that Titania couldn’t handle. Not everyone took kindly to having new authority figure, but you would have thought they’d be used to such things, or at the very least, be happy to see someone that wasn’t the Soviets, Nazis, or HYDRA marching into town. Lord Doom and Latveria were the good guys, so why there was an open rebellion against him, Titania was not sure. This area had been taken rather peacefully initially, so everyone was taken by surprise. The distress call had not been one of her orders and it certainly had put her into a foul mood when she was notified of such insubordination. The commanding officer in question was currently relieved of his duties. She hadn’t been all too kind upon handling him, but he was alive and only bruised, with maybe a few broken fingers. She had also taken the precaution of chaining him, on the odd chance his desire to make a distress call evolved into a desire to turn tail and run. Doom would be the one to decide his fate.
She could have send a second message to disregard to distress signal, but that might have made things worse. It could have made her seem weak or stubborn or inferior in Doom’s eyes, unworthy of his gifts, and that wasn’t something she wanted. So, she simply waited for her lord to arrive with reinforcements.
Doom’s arrival was foretold by the air taking on an odd charge to it, not unlike the feeling of a massive electrical storm approaching. As soon as it was felt, the sensation was gone, replaced by a battalion of soldiers, tanks, and, more importantly, doom himself. Titania didn’t need to turn in order to tell he was right behind her. His presence was enough to make that clear. He could be as quiet as Death and she would still know when he’d arrive. Only when he spoke did she react, turning and bowing to the ruler. Kneeling would not have been the right thing to do, as this situation was not her fault and such an action would show her as potentially being weak. “I am pleased to have you here, my lord. Your presence will make the victory more enjoyable. The distress call was not given at my order. A younger officer panicked. He has been removed the the battle front and will be disciplined,” she informed him. “As for the resistance, from what we’ve gathered, it is about two dozen well-armed civilians led former military. Where they gathered the firearms and munitions from, I’m not entirely certain, but they are better prepared and well-trained than what we’ve encountered in a long time.” She didn’t add that the Latvian forces had grown lax in their efforts, thinking that such news would reflect ill upon her. “The tanks alone should be enough to stop them.”
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Lord Doom
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Post by Lord Doom on Mar 7, 2017 16:22:06 GMT -5
Doom nodded in acknowledgment to Titania as she explained the updated situation to him. He touched a gauntleted hand to her face for a brief moment, as the prophet of the Catholics might have done. She was, after all, one of his greatest creations and loyal servants.
"Very good, General." he said before he moved beyond her and looked out at the troops moving to counter the enemy, "Any rebellion will be swiftly destroyed. This will not be tolerated. I am pleased that you have kept this insurrection from spreading."
The town was not widespread, but labyrinthine enough that the tanks were taking longer routes around, depending where they fit easiest. It was not of much use to have them level the houses and places of business within the town if that would leave Doom's subjects without. This would not do at all.
Doom was, if nothing else, a ruler who cared for those under his protection.
While the world beyond Eastern Europe, and even within, might denounce Doom as a dictator or tyrant for sweeping across the land by force...it was, to him, a better world he was building. And if some had to die to be shown that his rule was superior, then so be it. Doom would gladly pull the skeletons from their bones if it would mean to prove that disloyalty would be met with vengeance.
"I would never abandon my people..." he said to himself, "These too are my people, are they not? Misbehaving children. They are lost. They must be shown what comes to they who set their webs before Doom's power."
With a crack of thunder from a brewing storm overhead, Doom lifted slowly off of the roof and into the air, surveying all around him. The clouds seemed to swirl above him as if disturbed by his very presence.
He searched in his mind for the rebels....and they were shown to him.
With a flash of searing lightning forking across the sky, Doom reached a hand down toward the eastern corner of the town and released a blast of green energy from his palm. He raised his other hand toward the heavens, drawing the lightning from the sky and channeling it through his own magic blast. It ran down his body and surrounded his enchantment, causing one of the homesteads to explode as the rebels within poured out of it like bees from a hive.
"General!" he shouted, signaling, "We move!"
Doom floated down toward the rebels, suppressing the gunfire shot at him with mere waves of his hands, accompanied by the cheers from his men.
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Post by Titania on Mar 9, 2017 0:11:10 GMT -5
Doom’s touch was unexpected, but still welcomed. It wasn’t quite a lover’s gesture, as Titania had never seen him in such a manner, but it was reassuring and full of the sort of compassion and understanding that only the lord and ruler of Latveria could give her. She closed to eyes, an action which seemed to make the moment last just a bit longer. He cared for Titania more than her own parents ever could have managed. “I’m glad that you are pleased with my efforts.” She noticed the exact same problem that Doom saw; the tanks were taking the long way around towards the rebels, giving them time to escape and regroup if they needed it.
Before she could speak, Doom was rising into the air and she watched as he channeled lightning from the heavens and into his own arcane blasts. Even as strong as she was, Titania still felt in awe of the man’s powers. This was why he ruled and she merely followed. He was a god, while she simply had enhanced strength and durability.
At Doom’s words to advance, Titania swiftly removed her jacket. Despite it not being her dress uniform, the action was still a habit, one she had gotten used to doing before going into battle. While she was nigh invulnerable, her clothing resisted only so much. It seemed that whatever what tight and close to her body held up better in combat, but items like jackets easily became shredded if things got too rough. Hopping over the barricades, Titania herself began moving towards the rebels, Latvian soldiers following close behind. As bad a sight as it was to see, the rebels shooting at Doom gave their hiding spots away and, as soon as she was within a distance that would minimize the collateral damage, the woman took a running leap, and landed in the middle of one of the fortified areas.
The rebel’s surprise was clear, though it quickly vanished as firearms were turned on her. The bullets bounced harmlessly off her skin even as Titania got within pointblank range, letting her grab and twist the rifle barrels or simply break them upon the ground. One rebel, either oblivious to her lack of injury or think bigger was better, lobbed a grenade at Titania. She caught the device with ease and, rather than throw it back or let it simply go off behind her, Titania held it close and crouched down low over it, squeezing her eyes shut. No point in causing needless damage or loss of life. The explosion was contained, but the sensation was still something she was still not quite used to. Imagine being covered head to toe in protective, padded armor and then being struck with a bat or some other bludgeoning weapon. You would walk away unharmed, but still feel the impact. Titania knew she could withstand a grenade blast, but even so, there was that innate fear of doing something stupid and dying.
Standing up from the explosion, she looked over at the rebel who had thrown the grenade. Fear had rooted him to the spot before it weakened his knees and he sank to the ground. Closing the gap between him and her, Titania lightly tapped her finger on the man’s head. Or at least it was light when it came to her. The blow was strong enough to make him go unconscious. If all the rebels were like this, they’d be done in no time.
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Lord Doom
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Post by Lord Doom on Mar 9, 2017 17:04:36 GMT -5
The Latverian reinforcements moved in on the rebels, the tanks still finding their way around to the corner area.
Doom himself landed beside his general, raising a hand and facing a group of the rebels, the light left their eyes and they fell dead. The Lord of Latveria then vanished and reappeared among a group of others of the cell, taking two by their throats and similarly drawing their life essence from them, letting it float away on the air.
The shots continued to fall upon him, deflecting off his enchanted armor, not harming him in the least.
More rebels poured out from various hovels near the corner of the city, seeming to grasp at rifles before they exited....this seemed rushed indeed. Poorly planned.
Poorly executed.
Doom reached a hand toward a grouping of the soldiers, his eyes glowing green. The eyes of his enemies within his gaze did as well as they placed their rifles at each others throats and fired, sending hurls of their own gore at their comrades. The rebels shouted to each other in German.
"Where is General Lutz!" they asked, "Doom has come!"
But these cries were swiftly silenced by the onslaught of the Latverian soldiers, who protected their Grand General and their Lord, picking off the rebels who flooded in, and far less often falling to enemy fire.
"You will all submit to the rule of Latveria." Doom said in German to the rebels, rising again toward the heavens slowly, "Or you shall pay the price of traitors."
It was then that Doom was upset from his movements toward the sky by a grenade which whizzed by him, narrowly missing, but spinning him slightly in the air like a top. He caught himself and turned in fury toward the sector it had come from. He raised a hand toward the fools and pulled the box of grenades and the devices to launch them up into the sky before the pins fell to the ground and then their grenades as well, causing a huge explosion and cries of horror.
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Post by Titania on Mar 11, 2017 23:51:37 GMT -5
The number of rebels had been miscalculated. That was what Titania thought, when she saw them pour from their hiding places. Two dozen? More likely it was ten dozen. They concentrated their fire upon Doom and his forces, ignoring Titania for the most part. Even though she had deflected bullets and withstood grenades, there was still the thought that she was a woman and could only do so much damage. Or perhaps the rebels hoped that, if Doom himself fell, she would turn tail and run. Naturally, that would not be the case. She would fight until her last breath, with or without her master.
But would the men fight without their amazonian general? That was seemingly the question a group of rebels had, one of which fired a rocket-propelled grenade at her. The impact, taking her by surprise, staggered Titania, an action that emboldened the rest since a multitude of grenades were then launched in her direction. If one explosive hadn’t killed her, surely multiple ones at the same time would do the trick. If only they were that lucky. The amount of explosions left her momentarily dazed, with a ringing in her ears that was more annoying than harmful, but she did regain her feet in short order. She had tried to be nice, keeping casualties and destruction to a minimum, but there rebels didn’t seem to share that same concern for her or for her army.
Having had enough of being nice, and knowing that it would be better to end this conflict quickly, Titania raced towards the group that had targeted her. She didn’t have super speed, nor was she unstoppable once she began running, but the sight of a muscled woman over six feet tall, bearing down on the men when an enraged look on her face was surely enough to make them rethink every decision in their life. Once amongst the rebels, Titania gave them no mercy. She backhanded a few, sending them flying into nearby walls, another she swung around like a bat and tossed him haplessly over her shoulder, not caring where or how he landed, while a third she simply kicked him in the chest, caving in his rib cage. Bones broke and men screamed in agony as the group scattered, knowing their lives were worth more than what they were fighting for. Latvian soldiers smartly gave their general a wide berth, knowing that while she wouldn’t have intentionally done such a thing, her radius of destruction sometimes had a range wider than normal, and injuries caused by friendly fire did happen.
The explosion caused by Doom both rocked herald brought her out of the rush she felt when fighting. A side effect from Doom’s experimentations perhaps, but it had never truly inhibited her in the past, so why bother to try and fix it? Besides, it was a feeling she enjoyed, almost like a reward. Sounds of nearby gunfire brought her attention around, though how she could distinguish which direction it was coming from in this cacophony, it wasn’t entirely clear. A small group of rebels, including a sniper, had taken refuge inside a burned out shell of a building and were currently in the process of taking pot shots at her troops. That was unacceptable. They needed to be taken down quickly, and thankfully, she knew exactly how to do that. The buildings structures had been weekend from bomb blast, enough so that all that was required of Titania was to knock a few holes into the exterior ground floor walls, as well as remove the all important support beams. The building, and its sorry inhabitants soon came toppling down.
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Lord Doom
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Post by Lord Doom on Mar 12, 2017 0:33:57 GMT -5
General Hermann Lutz had been part of the support war effort after the toppling of the Third Reich, and had kept the town under the thumb of what Wehrmacht soldiers had fled to the region without a commander of any sort. Lutz had been...let go from service after the Great War after he had lost his eye and his left hand during combat. But he was ever the soldier. Ever the schemer. And he devised a rallying cry with the help of Doom's presence in the town: return Germany to Germany. The tyrant Victor Von Doom had taken half of the country already, and he would not allow his people to cower before the foreigner.
"Doom....here....?" he growled to one of his lower officers in his little rebellion, slamming the steel axe head that had replaced his hand into the wood of the table upon which he had spread a map of the town.
Outside, the fighting could be heard, but they were deep below one of the small town's buildings, he did not believe they would ever be discovered. And so the rebellion would live on.
That is, until the building overhead crumbled, the floor caving in.
The man himself and his attendants and soldiers dove out of the way as the wreckage came down, exposing the room to the evening light and the sight of carnage.
Lutz shouted orders for his men to take to the surface. He, for his part, would wait.
Doom looked down at the building as it collapsed. Permissible collateral damage. His General was wild in her fighting approach at times, but she was not a bull in a china shop. She knew what to calculate, where to strike, what her lord would approve of or disapprove of, and rarely did she fail him. He floated down toward his General and stood beside her as more rebels appeared. Doom reached a gauntleted hand toward them and they gripped their heads in pain before their brains and eyes turned to jelly and dribbled out of their ears and mouths. Their husked corpses flopped onto the ground like scarecrows in the wind. The Lord of Latveria stormed toward the hole in the earth as the tanks began to take shot at the rebels, who were all scurrying to Titania and Doom's location from their hovels.
"Protect Lutz!" came the cry from not far off.
"Lutz...." Doom said to himself as he reached a hand toward the hole beneath the wreckage, hoisting General Lutz out of it with his magic and casting him onto the ground before Titania, "So that is the name of the worm who dares oppose me."
Doom moved closer to the man, who stood and readied his axe hand.
"You do not frighten me, monster," he growled, "Germany will never bow to-"
But he was cut off. Doom gripped the old man's throat and lifted him to eye level.
"Do you think this wise....General?" he spat out the last word, "Crossing your purposes before such a monster as Doom?"
Doom turned to Titania and gestured to the area around them.
"Titania," he said, "You are in command now. Quell this rebellion by any means you see fit...while I determine what to do with their leader."
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Post by Titania on Mar 15, 2017 21:42:37 GMT -5
Titania watched as Lord Doom floated towards her. Taking down the building had been a necessary evil, but still she was prepared to have some sort of reprimand to be given to her. However, before words could be exchanged, the rebels decided that now would be the best time to attack, as if they hadn’t learned anything from their first two failures. The results were.. it was one of Doom’s more creative attacks, one that left Titania glancing away and hoping he wouldn’t use the trick too often in the future. Yes, her strength allowed her to do horrible things to people to, some of which she enjoyed, especially if the enemy deserved it, but still… this was different. It also reminded her that it was never a good idea to cross Victor Von Doom. She tried not to think about what he would do if such wrath was brought down upon her.
She allowed Doom to lead the way, knowing to be standing between him and his goals was a foolish thing. She was his shadow, and while he could certainly protect himself, and did so with great ease, Titania made certain that Doom’s back was kept safe. The rebels were split on their actions; some rushed the two of them, which gave cause to the snapping of necks and backhands or fists to their faces, while others fired upon them from supposedly safe distances. Those cowards received rocks the size of bowling balls thrown rather efficiently at their heads.
The rebel leader secured and likely not to live much longer, Titania straightened and nodded upon hearing Doom’s orders. She then proceeded to give instructions to the nearby troops and tanks; secure any rebel that surrendered, carefully searching them and stripping them of all supplies and weapons. For those that refused surrender and provided resistance, there would be no mercy. Building strongholds were to be seized, and, though the likelihood of it happening was low, should any rebel use women or children as shields in order to attempt some sort of bargaining, Latverian sharpshooters were to fire upon the coward once a clear shot was available. Destruction of property and buildings would be kept at a minimal. That over and done with, Titania moved with her troops, wanting to be there as they flushed out the enemy, making sure that the loss of life was as low as it could be when it came to their side.
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Post by Lord Doom on Mar 20, 2017 20:57:17 GMT -5
General Lutz was in a state of mental resignation. His hour had come, and the hour was Doom's. As Doom dragged him away toward the edge of the town, he watched helplessly as his men were devastated at every turn. But they fought on. They fought bravely. They kept their honor.
Doom, on the other hand, was busying himself not with thoughts of the ongoing completion of this mission but instead with what to do about this general. He dragged the old man toward the highest point in the area, for all to see, and lifted him high into the air with an extended arm and a concentration of magic.
"Those who would see....General," Doom growled, "Will bear witness to what comes of traitors before Doom. But I shall not give them notice. You will perish unremembered in this, the further reaches of my empire."
Lutz spat at Doom, but the spittle hung in the air, not making it onto Doom's mask. It dissolved into vapor and drifted away in the air as Doom narrowed his eyes. It was then that Lutz watched as his enemy reached another arm out at a pile of splintered wood from the fighting and the wreckage...it...seemed to come alive, be made whole again, piece itself back into two long planks. The wood pieces floated over toward the general and planted into the ground in an X shape. Lutz was forced into a spreadeagled form and slammed against the wood, his limbs covering the reaches of the thick planks.
"...you...." he stammered as he began to realize he was going to be put on display.
"Always." Doom whispered in reply as he clutched his hand into a fist and thick splinters of wood plunged through Lutz's wrists and ankles, his chest and beside his neck, only just barely drawing blood from the last. He emitted a grunt of shock at the sudden excruciating pain.
Doom loomed over him and watched the man bleed slowly, watched his eyes bug out of their sockets in shock and horror.
"You are what you and so many like you were always destined to be, Lutz..." he said calmly, "A feast for carrion fowl. They will take their share of you. Until then, shall we watch together?"
He turned back to look at the battle, standing beside the condemned man who gasped for breath as he began to feel his limbs weaken from the punctures and steady loss of blood.
Down below, soldiers looked up and saw their great leader subjected to such a horror, some fighting harder and a great band of them attempting to take down Titania themselves with bayonettes or even their own rifle butts. If their General could sacrifice himself in service to their cause...they too would try to the last.
Those who did not flee and surrender before the great tank treads of their enemy, that is.
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Post by Titania on Mar 27, 2017 22:56:55 GMT -5
The plan was to move with her troops, yes, but plans can so easily go to hell, even with the best of intentions. Whether it was do to the terrain, enemy fire, or perhaps her own need to be the one striking at the heart of the rebellion while Doom handled the head, Titania found herself far ahead of the rest of Doom’s soldiers. She looked back at them and realized that they were hunkered down behind rubble, trying to avoid the hail of bullets that was being focused on their positions. Bullets that were bouncing off her body like they were nothing more than peanuts. That was one of Titania’s main downfalls; ever since acquiring her powers, she had forgotten what it was like to feel pain and be in actual danger.
As Titania was thinking this, a loud crack was heard and, moments later, she felt something hit the back of her head. It didn’t hurt, per se, but she was struck both unexpectedly and at such an angle that she stumbled. A second and third retort sounded and her knees gave out, sending her toppling downward. The rounds that hit Titania were large, the length of her hand, and while they didn’t break the skin, the marksman shooting knew enough to aim for her joint rather than center of mass in order to bring her down.
The rebels saw this as an opportunity and rushed Titania, stabbing at her with their bayonets and using their gunstock as clubs. Their number and sheer ferocity, brought on by the crucifixion of their leader, was enough to overwhelm Titania for a few moments. The fools probably thought they were winning. An eye for an eye, a general fro a general. Their victory, however, was short-lived.
Enraged, the tall woman flung out her arms, knocking back the majority that were surrounding her, and returned to her feet. Gone was the desire to at least try and salvage this situation and minimize the amount of casualties. She was mad, insulted, and worst of all, her ego was bruised by the marksman. Grabbing the closest rebel, Titania simply grabbed his head and pulled. His scream was high and abruptly cut off. She let the body fall, while the head she threw as hard and as fast as she could at one of the smart rebels, one that had started to flee. The seven pound weight struck him squarely in the back of the head, causing him to crumple. Where there had been cheers, there was now an eerie, off-putting stunned silence as the men realized their mistake. It was the last one they ever made as Titania began to tear through them, using scraps of metal and rubble on those the were just out of her reach. Comparatively, their general had a kinder fate.
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Post by Madame HYDRA on Apr 1, 2017 21:53:29 GMT -5
"Männer, zu den Waffen!" The cry came from someone who, until then, had been disguised as an innocent bystander. The rags thrown off, Madame HYDRA made herself known, bedecked in her bright green uniform. Shortly after, countless other HYDRA agents flooded into view, coming to the aid of the German soldiers.
"FALL IN!" The soldiers took up a loose formation in preparation for battle, readying their weapons for the first command. "First squadron, engage enemy soldiers!" A large section broke off to draw the Latverian soldiers off of the Germans, while still more HYDRA agents made themselves known.
"Second squadron, to your station and disable the tanks!" Another large section of soldiers broke off to gather hidden Panzerbüchse 39 anti-tank rifles and uncovered their own vehicles to draw the tanks away from the central conflict. The further away they could get the tanks, the better, and with their guns, they posed the bigger threat.
"Everyone else, ATTACK THE GENERAL." There were hundreds, now, making themselves known, armed to the teeth with anything they thought might damage Titania, because Viper knew well enough that it would take an army to even come close to bringing her down. Many had their own anti-tank rifles while others had rocket launchers.
Viper herself went after Doom. She took her dual whips off their holsters on her hips and stepped toward him. She had seen what he had done to the people here. She saw the monster he was. He crucified the general, ripped souls out of living bodies. She considered herself a ruthless leader, but he was a monster. He was a beast, and he needed to be put down like one. Her eyes burned with hatred as she approached him, flicking her wrists to straighten out the whips.
Then, she attacked. This may have been the first time she had been face to face, toe to toe with Victor Von Doom, but that did not make her attacks less furious. She leapt at him, spinning in the air to swing a kick at him, her whips snapping at his legs. As soon as she landed, she yanked. From the stories she heard, she had little hope that she would be able to overpower him alone, but there was no way she wasn't going to try.
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Post by Kroenen on Apr 1, 2017 22:06:23 GMT -5
As per his superior's request, Kroenen made himself known on the battlefield, stepping out from one of the hovels near the commotion Titania had started. His arms were crossed behind his back, wearing a new and similarly tailored HYDRA officer's tunic and uniform in the green color scheme prescribed. Following Madame HYDRA's orders, he signaled for the men to move forward and pointed at Titania.
As they all readied their weapons, he glanced up and down at the woman. He was not accustomed to many being taller than he, his gaunt, wiry frame aside. She was impressive. He did not have much data on this woman other than she was Victor Von Doom's minion.
But soon he would know more.
The soldiers opened fire at the huge woman and Kroenen stepped back, removing his long overcoat in preparation for further attack.
He turned his attention toward the HYDRA soldiers sent to attack the tanks. It...was moving slowly but steadily, the tanks making a great ruckus themselves. He then turned his attentions to the hillside where Madame HYDRA had gone...and there stood Victor Von Doom, the Lord of Latveria. From all that Kroenen had heard of him, even during the war, he was a powerful adversary. He would enjoy finding out just what the man could do. He knew that Viper harbored a hatred of him. That might serve her well. Turning back to the onslaught of firing upon TItania, he grabbed one of the weapons from a nearby soldier and launched a projectile himself at the small of Titania's back.
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Post by Lord Doom on Apr 1, 2017 22:14:17 GMT -5
Doom felt a disturbance in the air moments before HYDRA revealed themselves...the cowards. He watched from the hillside next to the dying general as his own soldiers formed up in perfect formation around the tanks and began their individual clusters of firefights with the enemy. His eyes moved through the city toward Titania. She was being surrounded as well, his soldiers around her being similarly picked off slowly by the advanced weaponry.
And he noted that someone else had come. That mad doctor that had not been discovered after Hitler's Reich had fallen. How unusual.
He was brought out of his musings by the arrival of Madame HYDRA herself. Doom slowly turned to look at her.
So she had come at last, and in her own person...
When she launched her whips at him, Doom was budged only slightly from the weight of his armor, and he idly waved a hand and the whips flopped into their useless individual twines of rolled leather.
"This is what you would bring before Doom?" he asked, genuinely disappointed, "Playthings? Like your soldiers down there? I hesitate to call them such. What do you think, General?"
Keeping his eyes on Viper, Doom reached up and gripped the general's jaw, cruelly twisting his neck until it quickly snapped and the man hung there dead.
"I had so hoped that you would be a challenge in your last foolish act against me," he growled as he moved toward Viper, "But as with most of what passes for this war of yours, this facade of war...you disappoint me. I take it you do not fully appreciate our arrangement?"
He gestured down at the city.
"Nevermind that you will have added more poor souls to the unnumbered dead in the streets," he continued, "And for what?"
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Post by Titania on Apr 2, 2017 11:31:47 GMT -5
The woman’s voice yelling orders was a familiar one, and Titania turned to see Viper standing there, as HYDRA troops began to swarm around her. Now things were truly becoming enjoyable. As a way of showing her appreciation for all of this, Titania grabbed a large piece of concrete and hurled it in her direction. She didn’t aim directly at the snake, but rather the soldier standing next to her. After all, red compliments green so very well. “Madame HYDRA! I should feel so honored to have such attention brought to me! How’s your daughter, by the way? Still cowering in fear? Is that why she’s not here with you?” As the Madame turned and ran towards her fight with Doom, Titania hoped that he wouldn’t kill her out right. She could easily be a bargaining tool against her daughter or, lacking that, it’d be fun to watch the girl’s expression when her mother's head gets caved in right in front of her.
Before she could say or think much else, Titania’s attention was drawn to the soldiers who were surrounding her with high-powered rifles and rocket launchers. She laughed happily at their efforts. It had been so long since she had actually had a real challenge, and, being Doom’s general that also meant that she was off the front lines for the most part. She actually missed all of this. One thing that Doom had also taught her was to have a sense of honor. So, she let HYDRA have the first shot. That might have been a mistake.
Titania had misjudged the firing power of what HYDRA had brought with them. The explosions from the rockets kept her deaf and blind, one even impacting on the small of her back that sent her flying and landing sprawled on the ground. The bullets from the antitank weapons kept her footing uneasy, striking randomly on her body and trying to keep her distracted. She wasn’t getting anywhere with this and that fact only made her that more angry. Crouching down, Titania left upwards and out of the kill-box HYDRA had created. Landing among the men themselves, she wasted no time in killing those closest to her, though the impact of her landing should have done that by itself. Not wanting to become a target again, Titania kept jumping, remaining on the ground only long enough to try and cause confusion and take as many soldiers down as he could. Of course her plan wasn’t fool-proof as she was still hit, but it was better than standing still. Her last leap landed her near a rather unusual HYDRA agent.
He was tall, thin, and quiet. Maybe the silence was due to the odd mask he was wearing, but something about the man gave Titania reason to doubt that. “I think I’ve heard of you. Kroenen, right? Moved from one dictator to another? How cute. What makes you think she’ll do any better?” She was curious to see how his blades would do against her tough hide, but she wasn’t about to let him get the first shot in, hence the suckerpunch she delivered to the man’s jaw shortly after her question.
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Post by Madame HYDRA on Apr 13, 2017 14:52:47 GMT -5
Viper's eyes flashed with a fury she had not felt since the war. She had come here to try to save as many as she could, and Doom dared accuse her of causing more bloodshed. She'd brought her elite, her best and finest soldiers. And his quip about their arrangement? How dare he when he had altered the conditions himself?
From her hips, she drew her twin pistols and fired them at him, more to make a point than to do any damage. She knew well his armor could deflect the bullets, and she wasn't stupid enough to think for a second that she could kill him while he was wearing it. Still, her tests she'd been performing on herself needed a test run, and what better place to experiment? She marched forward, firing at him to keep his attentions busy until she was within arm's reach.
"You've refused to answer my messages," she hissed dangerously, swinging the butt of her pistol at him, "you've spied on me," she swung again, "and you dare call me the disappointment?" She wasn't as strong as her daughter yet, but she was stronger than the average human, and it was starting to show with the power she was putting behind the punches. "You've changed the conditions. Allied yourself with a god. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were unhappy with our arrangement and trying to break it." She snarled, baring her fangs at him. "HYDRA doesn't renegotiate, unless it's on our terms."
She reared back and put all of her strength into kicking Doom square in the stomach. She had no idea what her strength could do against a sorcerer, but she had the courage to try. And, evidently, there was no other way of getting in contact with Doom to talk other than to ambush him on her old turf.
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