A Safe Haven (open) (completed)

[sephiroth]

When jericho was charging he saw the kick and when it spun it kicked his blocking arm out of the way and even inflicted a really surprising blow underneath his jaw, the armor helped dampen thanks to the energy of the helmet. He was sent several feet into the air and landed with a large thud, dissipating the energy field protecting the back and the power source.

He stood up slowly definitely concussed and surprised as hell, his head began shifting about all around as he looked for his target. As he was searching about the chains impacted the front part of his chest plate glancing off the chest piece. Jericho looked down and felt a small tug he moved maybe a few steps toward the man.

The Werewolf grabbed the chain with both paws and yanked as hard as it could trying to throw the man on the other end off the building. He tried in essence to spin the man by grabbing lifting the chain and trying to spin him about. Granted to the werewolf he couldn't really feel the weight, he just wanted to throw it as hard as physically possible and as far from him as he could.

Charlie on the other hand was huddled behind the generator curled in pretty much the fetal position. What had she done to deserve such a day, kept being screamed through her mind as she sat there. She coughed a bit her ribs hurt like hell from being kicked in the by the bastards steel toed-boots she wouldn't be surprised to have a couple that were broken or cracked. She sighed and thanked adrenaline.

[echidna]

As good a time as any. Mr. Bitey vaulted up the side of the building from the room he had been watching from, shattering glass as he gained altitude in surplus, his arms hurling him skyward, sailing in a lazy arc, moving in a rapid somersault, his massive form hurtling through the air like a cannonball.

With Hazama airborn, he couldn't dodge as well as he might have with both feet on the ground. It was time to play his cards! Mr Bitingston transferred all the strength and centrifugal force he could muster to the tip of his tail cracking the bulb like a whip harshly, spraying a shotgun blast of six inch spines like crossbow bolts into the aerial pathway Hazama occupied with the skill of a practiced archer, taking away all of his aerial spin and leaving him still hurtling at the man, claws outstretched to grab and rend if he could, perhaps even get ahold of him.

The barbs themselves were poisonous - to a warrior of his calibur, one or two sticking him like crossbow bolts wouldn't likely end his life... but for certain, the wounds they caused would not heal right, and never really stop bleeding without proper medical attention. Thus was the gift his mother had given him.

Somehow, even hurtling through the air as he was, his hat managed to remain on his skull.

[Hazama]

When he first felt his chain tugged, he immediately let go of it, letting it wiggle about as the werewolf thrashed Ouroborous like it was some kind of jump rope...Hazama was quite offended by the way he so angrily 'played' with his 'fragile' and 'elegant' Nox Nyctores. Not to mention the fact that his Jayoku Hotenji didn't do nearly as much as what he thought it would do...no, a normal kick would have sent 'em flying way higher than that, and he wouldn't have even had the opportunity to tug on it...It must be that damn armor...He'd have to find some way to strip him of it if he wanted a squishier target...or he could use the Blazblue...

'C'mon Terumi? On low-level trash like this? You don't wanna' melt the shaggy bastard, no matter how terribly he man-handles Ouroborous.'

Hazama decided that using Blazblue would just be an invitation for overkill, even if he was going for a non-lethal battle with it...the amazing power it gave him would decimate the poor little hound. Instead, Hazama stepped back and decided-- if the dog wanted him to meet him face-to-face, he better ab-lodge it. The chain solidified and became immobile- any attempts to touch it would result in a rather nasty shock that would kill most 'normal' men. Hazama used his own force and momentum to zoom right in so he could loop off the head of the damn dog. He jumped up rather high and readied his knifes. They became surrounded in green apparitions, allowing it to slice clean through normal flesh like a hot knife through butter. However, just as he began to move, the hatted-hound jumped from the sides and-

"What."

Several projectiles flew towards the green-haired ghost from the corner of his eye. While his own speed allowed him to zoom past five of the six shots, one managed to penetrate right into his back, sending him off his balance. That, coupled with his speed and momentum threw him right off the chain's path, making him fly diagonally right into a generator...more accurately, the one Charlie hid so diligently behind.

Hazama cursed, as he grabbed the projectile from his back. As he ripped it out, the casual observe would notice that there was no blood gushing out, and that visibly, there was only a hole in his jacket from where it entered. He had no time to be angry -- if that wolf charged him and fucked up his body, then Relius would bust his balls and have to help make him a new one, or worse, not give him one at all...and even now, he still was reluctant to activate the Blazblue, incase he injured the scientist to the point where she forgot the information he nee-

'Forgot...Heheheheeee~!...this might just work out well after all! But I'll have to move fast.'

Terumi jumped high once again, sparing no second. Even though his running speed would be stifled and he'd need to limp, if only because of how deep his landing had pushed the spine. Ouroborous disappeared near Jericho, and another chain appeared out infront of Terumi-- and directly in front of Charlie. Quickly, he pushed his head forward the moment he landed, and...he suddenly began to glow a deep green. A black...head protruded from Hazama's skull, a face with one beedy green eye and a haunting red smile.

"Hello hello hello..."

It soon 'phased' through Charlie's head, and Hazama searched through it, looking for the devolpmental history of Project Jercho...really, anything involving her time with 'biological weapons' and the like an-

'Got it.'

Terumi had found the memories that he was looking for...and soon, she would find that she couldn't recall any of what he was looking at. For Terumi had eaten these memories, all she knew (that was non-essential to her continued existance) about the Jericho project...disappeared. Now, Terumi had these memories. He laughed madly, as he soon disconnected from Charlie's skull, and flew back into his own, normal body. Another chain appeared, as it shot forth to the highest building around. Just before the wounded ghost zipped away, he waved back at the two hounds and doctor.

"Aaaaannnnnnd....Goodbye goodbye goodbye!"

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[sephiroth]

Jericho growled angrily as the man got too close to his mother, but could do very little to stop him. It didn't know or understand what hazama had done to his mother.

Charlie on the other hand faded blissfully unconscious since for her this would be a horror to end all horrors for the few seconds the process of taking those memories would take. Granted she wouldn't remember anything that happened when she woke up, but she fainted blankly before he left none the less. The only thought left from her was this had been a bad day.....A really bad day.

Jericho rushed to her side and picked her up amazingly gental for a creature who had just gone into a thundering rage. It held her genitally as it walked over to bittingston. It whimpered as if asking would she be alright, and also the creature seemed to be asking if there was some place safe they could just rest for a while, after the fight here it didn't want to stay anywhere close.