Description: Mick comes to Metro City to do some trash talking about Haggar and the City. But Mad Gear steps in as only Metro City Citizens got the right to trash talk Metro City!
It was a bright sunny day, as Metro City was slowly being rebuilt and remodeled even so long after the event that ravaged it. Outside in front of a few derelict warehouses stood the Seven Foot Irish Monster, Face hidden behind that glossy black leather mask, freakish eyes glaring out at anyone who was watching him through the camera currently recording the action. The wind slightly blowing caused his long black hair to flicker gently, and every so often, he moved his left hand, causing the Japanese training sword he was holding to shift slightly over his shoulder. All around him was a crowd that had gathered to watch this random event, though respectfully, none of them crossed the invisible boundary that was set by the infamous fighter.
"Metro City, a true shithole if I've ever seen one. I know I know, a couple of goblins or whatever kicked over some fruit carts, but you've had plenty of time to rebuild, Haggar. Plenty of time to do anything but sit on your ass and grow a bit fatter in that suit yer wearin' these days. But I'm not like you, Mike, I don't pretend to be somethin' I'm not. I'm a wrestler an' a fighter, I've always been and I'll always be. Tomorrow I'm becoming a Champion by destroying some fuck in Las Vegas. When was the last time you did anything, huh? Huh?!"
He was getting mad now, even as he started to pace around and glare at the rest of the crowd. He was dressed simply today, black jeans, black boots, Metallica shirt and a couple of black elbow pads and padded MMA-type gloves. Instantly he whirled around, glaring at the crowde even as he spoke in that strange harsh, hushed whisper of his, malice lacing every word.
"When was the last time any one of you did anything worth a damn, huh?!"
Indeed, quite a crowd has gathered here. Dock workers, passer byers, other assorted citizenry, even fandom that had gotten wind of this infamous fighters intention on appearing here in Metro City to taunt the mighty mayor and the local residents with his insults. Needless to say, the locals aren't all buying into the rhetoric. Boo's and jeers begin to loudly ripple into the air. Sure the mega city is a junk pile in more then a few spots right now but there's still home town love. Outsiders don't get to mock Metro City. Metro City gets to mock Metro City!! All in all it's a growing spectacle and one that attracts the attention of several of the more infamous denizens of the metropolis. Several Mad Gear members (or former Mad Gear depending on how you look at it since they're hardly a true gang these days..) make their way down the street in the general direction of the growing chaos. Two arrive atop a custom rigged motorcycle. Driving it a tall heavily muscled blond haired thug, who blinks and peels to a stop while the woman riding with him leans forward and peers while lowering the shopping bags she was holding onto.
"What the hell's going on??" Exclaims Roxy with a shake of her lengthy orange hair. She slips off the bike and saunters closer, eyeing the events and then turing to see the MURDER X-PRESS taking up enough of the street that traffic is being forced to be re routed and, perhaps most importantly, a certain mechanic-modding-scrapyard warehouse can't even be seen from the streets, let alone driven into. "Hey! We can't get back in!"
J, a blond haired mohawk wearing thug waves them over while shouting, "Hey come take a looksee. This guy's over here doggin' our city!!"
"I'm torn, I mean, he don't' like Haggar." Sneers Axl, "But nobody gets to talk trash bout Metro City! Yeaaah Metro City! You don't like our town, get out!" he roars back to the huge wrestler. Perhaps not aware just how huge said man is.
"Oh brother.." groans Roxy, "My two idiots. What about this damn bus??"
Mick is slow to react, merely looking up and blinking in disbelief at the start of heckling. He raised his head up slowly to match the movement of his eyes, looking around at the sudden commotion and seeing the trouble-making and infamous Hellraisers. The wrestler's mask was like a crude primitive parody of a human face, with pronounced cheekbones and a grim emotionless 'line' where his mouth should be, a line that did not move when he spoke. And yet, with this blank, menacing emotionless face, "MURDERHOUSE" Mick somehow managed to look absolutely incredulous at the appearance of Metro City's Most Wanted. Amidst the boos and jeers he got closer to the camera so he could be heard, his voice almost overwhelming the audio.
"Is this how much of a sad sack you've become, Mike? That you've got Mad Gear trash doing your work of defending your city, while you sit in a room somewhere? These are the fucks that kidnapped your slag of a daughter and waged war on this 'home' they're now getting defensive over. I still remember the news reports like they were yesterday, the violence you and your friends waged on 'em. And now here they are, buyin' goddamn eggs. Well, you know what?"
This entire time, Mick had been moving through the crowd, the construction workers and tough guys all giving him a wide berth as he went on his cocky stroll...until suddenly he exploded into action, snapping his head toward the gang and bringing that training sword forward in a two-handed swing, right into Roxy's forehead. She went down, the grocery bags going flying. He growled out now while glaring at each of the crew, right fist clenched even as his left held that 'weapon' still.
"I'll do YOUR job, Mike, the job you let unfinished! I'll clean up this gang trash, starting with these pukes!"
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"Hey, I like eggs!" quips J, the blond mohawk guy, clearly not 'getting it'.
"Oh my god." begins Roxy, seeing Mick heading right for her but unable to move in enough time and then *WHAM!*
This is why Roxy can't stand watching wrestling. It just doesn't make any sense to her. She didn't even say anything to Mick and he attacks her first!? At any rate the Flower of Mad Gear goes sprawling back to the ground in an over dramatic fashion simply made for TV sports-drama. The bag of food and snacks goes sprawling everywhere, flying sky high including a bag of Skittles which rains back down onto the panicking crowd in a multi hue shower of color.
"Roxy! You're going down!" shouts J, hoping off of the crate he was standing on only to realize that he barely comes up to Mick's chest. Oh yeah. This guys' seven feet tall. And has a sword. "Uh..get 'im Axl!"
"He's got a freakin' sword!!" shouts Axl, who nonetheless hops off of his bike in hopes of either making a run for it or at least being on his feet well enough to defend himself against Mick.
..But it all may be a moot point. The crescendo of noise, the lights, the spectacle of it all has attracted the attention of another. The Skittles being lost to the ground might have summoned him as well. He loves Skittles.
The very ground starts to shake. Heavy and rapid fire *BOOOMS* rumbling through the earth. It's like that scene from Jurassic Park. The MURDER X-PRESS begins shaking, trembling, windows rattling as some gigantic force nears it from the other side and a loud voice thunders, "THE HELL IS THIS IN FRONT OF MY SHOP?!"
There's a brief pause and then the sound of metal groaning and the ground rumbling violently. The front end of the tour bus begins to lift up off the ground..tires hauling themselves up and up and up, gradually revealing the seemingly endless form of the monster-titan that is Abigail. The huge..no..behemoth..no..monstrosity of a man using an arm the size of a large tree to tilt the bus upwards as easy as someone might lift up one of those Barbie dream cars in a freakish display of superhuman strength.
"Uuuugh..oh good." Roxy utters, dazed, saying something she never dreamed she'd say, "The Chief's here.."
Mick stood over the fallen red-haired girl in a somewhat-unearned display of dominance, after all it was a cheap shot with a "Singapore Cane", a deadly weapon in the hands of some. With a foot on either side of Roxy's prone form, the masked man stood his ground as the thugs approached, and when Axl got close enough it seemed to trigger a violent response. Mick immediately reared that bamboo stick back for another hard whack, about to put his entire body into this hard swing...when he stopped, looking at the shaking and rattling of his bus. And when the form of Abigail appeared, hoisting up the man's entire mode of transportation, Mick's eyes widened in surprise. He stood transfixed, his swing slowly forgotten as his left hand went down...but when Roxy spoke, that snapped him out of his trance as he shook his head violently. Putting his right boot on the fallen thug's midsection, he kicked off into a march, putting boots to asphalt and walking right past the remaining thugs, on his way to a much larger challenge. If Abigail allowed it, Mick would walk right up to him, walking right under that hefted bus as his unblinking eyes glared icy hatred right up at the goliath who appeared. It wasn't every day that Mick had to look up at an opponent, but if he was intimidated, he didn't seem to show it.
"That, you big Kaiju lookin' poof, is my bus. It's how I travel around. So you are going to gently put it down, otherwise I can feed you your fuckin' teeth. How's that sound to you, big guy? Huh?"
Up and up the bus goes until it finally levels off with Abigail's arm stretched all the way up. He sweeps his gaze over the area, watching as the locals scatter, backing up to give the mountain sized man more room as if his very presence and pressure was pushing them back even though he remains where he's at, standing there stoically and observing the area. His heavy jowls pulled down into a slight snarling closed mouthed frown.
This frown only deepens as he sees Axl, J and then Roxy prone on the ground. His eyes bulge as Roxy is -stepped- on but he says nothing. She's Mad Gear's hottie and all but she's taken hits from Cody and Hagger and Guy and such so he's less worried as much as he is..insulted. She works for him after all.
More insult is added as Mick just -strolls- right on up, pushing through the hulkish pressure of the goliaths visual immensity and getting close..to close. The two behemoths practically colliding into each other..
Abigail's nostrils flare, emitting a rushing blast of visible steam before he rumbles, "JUST A MINUTE." His deep voice and the force of his lungs expelling air blasting into Mick like a furnace.
He then turns, gestures and says with an all to kindly, warm, voice, "Alright, Miss Dawdale! Back on out!"
What happens next is..bizarre but perhaps not an unusual sight if one truly considers it as an elderly African American woman backs her car out - beneath the upraised bus - and scoots the used vechicle back out onto the Bay Area streets.
From inside the MURDER X-Press, the sounds of things shuffling to one side could be heard, clattering and banging and crashing, as well as various screams and yelling. It seems Mick's crew wasn't expecting what just happened to happen. Considering the bulkyness of the ride, that was understandable.
Mick stepped backward, giving right of way to the car that was puttering along at its leisurely pace. Mick took a moment to look along at the journey, before turning his head back to regard the bruiser who now was lifting his bus HIGHER.
"You done? Put the bus down. NOW."
What? Abigail runs a shop here! He gives a friendly looking wave of his fingers to one of his favorite local customers and then - like someone just flipped a switch - turns his attention back to Mick with the full force of a souldering kaiju.
A loud *KATHOOOM* results as Abigail twists his arm back and drops the bus down to the side, behind him, and not gently. The entire area rocks as if a concussive bomb wen toff. "OKAY!" he thunders, addressing Mick again once the bus stops rocking and the area stops shaking.
Now then...you want to explain this?" He points past Mick towards Roxy, who is just now getting up, and the spilled goods.
"Chief, he was bad mouthin' Mad Gear!!" interjects J, all to quick to jump in onw that the titan has arrived, bolstered by Abigails presence.
"Shuttup J!" responds Abigail.
"Okay." J scurries back a step. Axl helps Roxy up but both wisely seem to know to stay quiet until this is figured out. Subtly all three are clearing back abit, measuring out a potential blast zone should things escalate rapidly.
Through all of this, the cameraman has kept his distance, understandably concerned surrounded by this element of crime. But when Mick turns around to see what Abigail is gesturing toward, his eyes regard the fallen Roxy, and then he notices his cameraman. With a gesture of his right hand, the man gets closer, closer enough to see and hear the action. Instinctively the man drops to a knee so that he can capture both massive figures in the shot even as Mick speaks, as much for the camera's benefit as Abigail's.
"What, you want me to explain trash being all over the sidewalk? I see nothing but that every time I come to the perpetual dumpster fire that is this city. Trash and rats and bums amidst rubble and ruin, all of it helped along by these walkin' coldsores that call themselves 'Mad Gear'. And now I hear that yer their Chief? So all I do is break your face, an' I do what Haggar couldn't? Well it's a bad day to be you, boyo!"
As he spoke, he suddenly turned around, ignoring the heat of Abigail's breath and the rage in the hulking man's voice. Instead he just stepped into a vicious swing of that kendo stick, aimint it for the spot between the belly button and the hip bones. This would be followed by a number of swats and swings, trying to bring that kendo stick down across the goliath's quads, calves and even his back as Mick circled around with this wild onslaught. If you wanted to chop a tree down, you had to start low!
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE has started a fight here.
COMBATSYS: Abigail has joined the fight here.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Abigail
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE successfully hits Abigail with Enter Sandman.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Abigail
The impact of the kendo stick strikes meat with such force that a thicker weightier sound wouldn't be achieved if Mick was going to down in the largest meat locker available in Metro City. This is followed by another and then another and then another as Abigail's monstrous body is circled around and slammed into repeatedly. Abigail, just seems to stand there. His monsterous physique tightens up slightly, muscles shifting around like the movement of continental plates beneath his vast flesh as his deep voice rumbles out furiously,
"I'm not Mad Gear's chief you IDIOT. They call me chief because they work for me at my SHOP!"
As that word lunges forth, Abigail's vast body suddenly moves with a sudden burst of surprising speed that, coupled with his vast strength, actually ripples out a shockwave from his immense body. A single fist comes hurtling downward towards Mick, dropping like one of those industrial piledrivers used to slam poles into the ground to serve as the foundations for buildings. Abigail's inhuman size such that the entire fist looks big enough to envelop much of Mick's back as he aims for it violently.
"But that doesn't mean I'm going to let you shoot your ignorant ass big mouth off!"
COMBATSYS: Abigail knocks away MURDERHOUSE with Abi Hammer.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Abigail
Mick was only half paying attention to Abigail's words, so focused was he on his onslaught. And he was swinging with gusto, too, until the weapon was frayed at the ends and literally falling apart in his hands. Only then did Mick stop, tossing the tool aside and looking up too late to see the wrecking ball coming his way. At the last minute he tucked his head down and flexed his muscles, but the impact was so great that he was sent scuttling away, 'rolling' head over heels until he was on his hands and knees a few feet away. He took a deep breath in through his nose, nodding his head to himself and working to a standing position.
As he rose, the man in the mohawk came up to the Sultan of Slaughter, jeering and taunting the masked man. Or that's what Mick assumed, for all he knew the man could just have been standing there the whole time. In any case the masked man acted quickly with a forearm to the thug's face to daze him, followed by grabbing the collar of whatever said thug was wearing. With this he whirled around, charging at the mountain of muscle with one of his own employees overhead, almost leaping up so that he could hopefully collide Mohawk's head or back or feet or whatever, with the face of the monster he'd just picked a fight with. Mick didn't show it, but he was highly aware that this was a bad situation for him to be in.
COMBATSYS: Abigail endures MURDERHOUSE's Light Random Weapon.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Abigail
"What the HELL J, get ouf ot the way!" roars Abigail, deep voice shaking the windows of the bus and causing the local street lights to flicker as he begins to bearing down on Mick. Each footstep shaking the ground and setting off seismometers elsewhere in Metro City. "What the...J!!"
It's to late though. J's been grabbed and is being hurtled right at him with the full force of Mick behind him. Abigail sneers abit and continues his ground shaking approach until J slams home into his massive torso, blasting into his chest, neck and head like a box being hurtled up against the vault door of a bank. Abigail's huge form trembles but J rebounds off, probably unconscious, to go spiraling into a nearby pile of tire rubbers.
"Who the hell do you think I am! I'm Mad Gear's biggest! STRONGEST!"
He lunges forward with a huge fist, only to pause at the last second. An enormous finger then snaps up, flicking out in a massive act of brute strength, intending on sending Mick hurtling backwards from him with enough force to flip a car over.
COMBATSYS: Abigail knocks away MURDERHOUSE with Red Leaf.
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MURDERHOUSE 1/------=/=======|=====--\-------\0 Abigail
Mick saw the hulking form approach, those eyes of his glaring hatred and as Abigail began that punch, Mick immediately brought his guard up and was standing in a way to brace himself against that mighty blow. The hesitation was enough to make Mick drop it by a fraction...and that was enough for the finger flick to catch Mick square in that masked face of his, sending the seven foot monster to go hurtling ass over end AGAIN, rolling with fury and vigor and smashing into that Mad Gear motorcycle that seemed to finally break the wrestler's momentum.
Finally, Mick lay there on his back a moment, hair all over the place, eyes unfocused and dazed, arms and legs splayed out as his fingers twitched every so often. Until moments later?
He SAT UP, lurching back to life and glaring right at the mountain again. But Mick's breathing was a bit more ragged than usual, blood clearly trickling down the nose opening of that mask, sweat covering his body. It seemed that he'd met someone he couldn't just smash into and bowl over, he was meeting someone that was going to force him to try to use some sort of strategy. But what? What was Mick going to do?
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE Mick catches a breather.
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MURDERHOUSE 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Abigail
"You've got good pep..but..you need more horsepower and more torque." Abigail lifts a huge finger and shakes it back and forth, "Your engine needs work but more importantly your souls passion is unfocused and misguided! Mad Gear doesn't cause trouble anymore unless trouble is brought to us! Then we crush them like an egg! You thought you'd use Mad Gear to try and prove a point but you're the one that's going to end up in last place! You think you can get Haggar's attention like -that-?"
He suddenly flexes, bringing both of his huge arms infront of him into a horrifyingly massive most muscular pose that threats to explode his physique out of his tank top, he then slaps his huge bicep, windows cracking nearby as the air shakes and vibrates violently, "You better stay in your lane or get out the way!" he roars.
He grins and then beckons for Mick to come. He's willing to drop it here, it seems, but is all to eager to keep it going if the wrestler wants a chance to redeem himself and his performance.
COMBATSYS: Abigail VROOOOOMS!!!
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MURDERHOUSE 1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Abigail
Mick works to a vertical base, raising up to one knee, shaking his head and struggling to his booted feet as he tightens his gloves and paces around like an animal ready to strike. Gone was his cockiness, now there was only bright anger that he worked on keeping under wraps. He rolled his neck as he listened to the mammoth of a man speak, and couldn't help responding in kind.
"Where do you get off givin' me advice, you fuckin' dump truck? Come an' try me and we'll see who needs to be towed after, huh?!"
As he spoke, he started pacing back and forth more and more, frustrated, impatient, and working himself up into a frenzy.
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE Mick studies his prey.
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MURDERHOUSE 1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Abigail
"You bastard." Abigail's deep voice sneers at that. What, if any, good will he had drains away. The building thrill of the fight is replaced with annoyance and a desire to simply crush this fool into the ground and get back to work. The failure to make a connection is pretty clear on his face as well as his expression becomes cold and distance but a burning furious furnace of rage builds up in the depths of his eyes.
"Fine. I'll crush you." He declares firmly and matter of factly, as if there will be no debate.
With that, the colossus suddenly lunges forward for Mick, both of his huge hands grip together, forming a massive block of flesh that would dwarf some cannon balls. The ground shakes, cracks and distorts as he dashes into a slide and then lunges at the wrestler in a huge double fisted hamerblow like strike. The full massive weight of his arms hurtling around like a pair of falling trees.
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE fails to counter Hammerblow from Abigail with GORE! GORE! GORE!.
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MURDERHOUSE 1/------=/=======|=======\=------\1 Abigail
Well he had a plan, but the fates that be had other ideas. Before Mick could react, a pair of two meaty fists pummeled him into the asphalt of the street, him hitting so hard that it spiderwebbed and crackled. Unfortunately for both men, this part of the city had been ravaged just as everywhere else, it just hadn't been as visible. Right beneath the road had been one of the travelways of a burrowing *thing*, something ancient and massive, something that could not be described for fear of madness infecting the reader. And Abigail smashed Mick into the ground hard enough for the man (and probably lots of others) to find themselves hurtling down into one of these massive, round circular travel tunnels, eerily clean and perfectly measured.
Abigail's other escapades probably have something to do with this as well. He's had a number of brawls near his shop and his shop also deals in the heavy tonnage of car scrap metal, spare parts, modding and mechanics. Either way, Roxy lets out a shriek, J and Axl scramble and bystanders go running, scattering in different directions as the left over damage from the otherworldly events is revealed.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" exclaims Abigail as he goes tumbling down and then at the last second leaps, reaching up with a long arm to grab hold of a portion of the street to dangle there like a gorilla for a few seconds before it also gives way under his gargantuan weight and he also goes tumbling down a level into the billowing dust cloud. He ends up landing into a roll, thudding powerfully onto a pile of stone and then slipping up towards a crouched stance.
Oh man..." he grunts after a brief pause, "....How're they going to pull up to my shop!"
COMBATSYS: Abigail takes no action.
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MURDERHOUSE 1/------=/=======|=======\=------\1 Abigail
Mick slowly rolled to his hands and knees after a few long moments of pain, silently appraising the situation even as he spotted the prone, crouching Abigail. Down here it was largely darkness but with streaks of light coming down to frame all of the prone complaining figures. Some were discussing how to get out, still others checking their phone service to see if they could call for some sort of help...For Mick, however, his goal was on one thing and one thing only: The fight, and more importantly, this golden opportunity to bash a man's brains in!
Instantly he sprung up to his feet, rushing as quickly as he could in a dash of speed that was unlike him. Still behind the hulking man, Mick leapt up, his left leg 'resting' on Abigail's left shoulder even as his right knee came up to smash against the side of the mountainous mammoth-sized mechanic in a little maneuver called the 'Shining Wizard', going for the hit even as he spun around and landed on his feet in front of the man.
t"We're not done here!"
COMBATSYS: Abigail blocks MURDERHOUSE's Roundhouse Kick.
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Abigail's vast body creaks, shuddering like a sequoia in an earthquake. He makes no obvious effort to truly block the attacks but there is a subtle movement of his massive form, a tightening of his muscles, an inflating of his sinew to even more preposterous sizes.
"You dumb bastard!" he roars while bringing his colossal fist around, centering his body for a moment before plunging it up in a huge gut shot intending on slamming into the stomach of the seven footer before he can drop back down again.
"We fall down into this stupid hole and you KEEP ATTACKING ME!?" He roars.
Should the punch land it is followed up by another hit, and then another, and then another and on and on in a rapid fire succession of blows so fast that it almost impossible to follow Abigail's blurring movements as he roars, "Dididididididi-ABIGAIL PUNCH!!" - ending the assault with a double fisted upward swing, intending on sending Mick hurtling into the air, perhaps as high as the opening to the hole should the blow land true.
COMBATSYS: Abigail successfully hits MURDERHOUSE with Abigail Punch.
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MURDERHOUSE 1/--=====/=======|-------\-------\0 Abigail
Mick was hammered into like Rocky laying into a side of beef, Mick's own muscles being battered and pummeled as he hung in the air from each powerful punch. His head rocking back and forth, blood dribbling down the 'mouth' of his mask but otherwise, not seeming to even be conscious enough to react in any meaningful way. Eventually he was knocked upward, almost flipping and somersaulting as he went up the hole they all hurtled down...and then like a flipping coin, the Bishop of Barbed Wire hit a point where he no longer could travel and hurtled down like a meteor. He came down so fast that he almost seemed to catch fire around the edges, it seems he had enough consciousness to aim himself and flip at exactly the right moment to add even more momentum to this final hurrah. At the end, hopefully Mick's body would collide with Abigail's chest or head, and add enough thunderous impact to knock something loose.
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE successfully hits Abigail with MURDERSAULT.
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%Now that hurt. Yes. Nothing is torn or knocked loose per se. There's just to much of Abigail to deal with - but he is driven backwards with a thunderous explosion of a force and a gigantic mushroom cloud of debris and dust pluming upwards and filling the hole along with the screams of those who were caught in it. Terrified by the shaking ground and the brutal shock of it all.
When the dust clears though, Abigail is still standing. Bruised, but standing and Mick is slung over a single giant shoulder like a sack of potatoes, "You dumb bastard." he repeats for a third time.
"Roxy! J! Go get the trucks and ladders!" Being a giant scrap yard and modding shop, Abigail's shop has more then enough material in it to assist in getting these people out of here. Fixing the hole is another matter. At least that bus didn't slide in and kill anyone..
COMBATSYS: Abigail has ended the fight here.
Log created on 23:41:20 01/14/2018 by Abigail, and last modified on 15:58:41 01/15/2018.