[X] Rigging = Dangerous. Kill the man.
Your face was already hot with embarrassment about your botched entrance onto the scene, but that didn't stop you from feeling a surge of humiliation about making such an obvious mistake in target identification.
You felt so bad about it that you couldn't blame anyone else.
The dockworker meat person had told you everything you needed to know, even about the 'E88' being he group of Nazit's you were seeking, and the Nazi's themselves hadn't even had a chance to announce their allegiance properly before you went and botched things.
With nobody else at fault you placed the blame squarely on the source of this tragic error.
Obviously the music was to blame.
Now that you had time to think, letting your body move in ways it seemed used to, this was the obvious thing. Carefully you tuned out the tempting evils or rock and roll, letting static will your ears over the radio even as you lunged forward towards the most obvious target.
The enemy flagship.
True, there was the issue of the man in the rigging being the wrong gender and lacking that weight which any proper hull should possess. However, with the hiss of static as company for your thought and your fist cocking back to deliver a punishing blow, he was the closest thing to one around.
You were strong, you were powerful, you were the
NIGHT GIVEN FORM.
Nothing could stop one of your strikes when you pushed yourself!
However the man apparently agreed and did the sensible, but rather disappointing for you, thing and hastily dodged out of the way of your incoming fist. You did your best to compensate for the dodge, but your mobility on land was somewhat lacking and instead your fist ended up hitting the ground.
On the upside it seemed that the hardened concrete which covered the ground here also agreed with your self-assessment and promptly shattered into a chunks of a variety of sizes plus a scattering of small fragments which flew like shrapnel.
"You don't kno-" The man in the rigging was saying, but the confidence in his voice wasn't matched by his actions as he moved back to increase the distance between you.
"
I know everything." You cut off his words, pulling your hand back out of the ground and ignoring the already fading ache from it. Mentally you made a note to fold your thumb outside of your fist next time. "
I have seen the darkness in your hearts, the deeds that you have done!"
Inwardly you preened under the terrified gazes of the lesser Nazi's, taking an ominous step towards your target and smiling (but in a tight scary manner, really) as he took one away from you.
It was at this point that you were suddenly reminded that you had lost track of the glowy girl.
For the second time since you reached this harbour, and once again in front of these Nazi's, you went tumbling head over heels as something struck you in a sudden flare of heat. The first shot surprised you, stunning you for a moment as the light smote you like the fist of... of... like fist of some religions type person.
(Blinking the spots out of your eyes you realised that maybe the two strikes in quick succession may have done a little more than daze you.)
"Oh, come on, that's cheating!" You complained as you traced back where the blasts had come from and saw that the glowing meat person was hovering a good thirty foot up in the air.
"And your surprise assault was not?" This time the man in the rigging was hanging further back, well out of easy lunging range, "I should warn you that the others will be returning now that Purity has shown her presence. While a Brute such as yourself may be understandably confident, but already you face the All Father, his shining envoy, and his specialist. And we are no longer unprepared."
It was a quite eloquent speech and a small part of your admired how well it made every syllable matter, some parts sounding threatening while others made the idea of his largess into something which dripped from each word.
On your side you felt clumsy, awkward, and there was Something Wrong with the instincts which was bothering you immensely. Despite everything you were certain that you shouldn't have missed with that first lunge. Nothing else seemed off, but you had to actually think a little about how you would go about delivering a properly devastating blow.
Inwardly you fumed at that fact. How the Hades were you meant to write a good ballad about your actions curb stomping Naizs if you had to actually focus on the fight?
However, as far as you could tell, there was nothing wrong with the rest of your ingrained reflexes.
You dropped into a crouch, hands clutching at the damaged concrete and making furrows in it, and let out your most intimidating snarl. Your body was tensed as though ready for action and between you and the man a forest of blades, daggers, and metal spears sprang up.
"
You claim to be prepared?" You spat out, trying to get back to your earlier intimidating persona, "
You do not understand your position do you. I am the darkness. I am the night. I am the wrath of the oceans deep, the tearing of hope, the way that salt into those small cuts so they really annoy you..."
Attempting to get to him would mean testing your body against pointy bits of unknown strength and, despite your confusion and the strange degradation of your unarmed prowess, there was nothing wrong with your actual tactical ability.
Nor any impediment to your ability to plot ballistic trajectories.
The first piece of shattered concrete struck the side of his helmet with as much force as you could muster behind the projectile. Taken off guard by your surprisingly accurate underhand throw he went down, possibly injured but likely just stunned unless he was ridiculously fragile.
Between you and the man the array of bade clattered to the ground, removing the barrier which would have prevented you from getting close. However you were pretty sure that you didn't have long to make use of their surprise.
"
Let's get dangerous!"
As you went into action you admitted to yourself that not every line you tried could be a winner...
Maybe the headache you were getting was to blame?
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Out of the Fog
A (Not So) Safe Harbor 1.5
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You have minor injuries.
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What will you prioritise dealing with?
(Vote indicates intention, but plans may not survive contact with enemy.
No write-ins.)
[ ] Curb-stomping the fallen "flagNazi" make sure he stays down.
[ ] Heading back to the water which is more suited for you.
[ ] Taking down the glowy girl before she managed to reload!
[ ] That strange teenager is staring. Is it because of your chest swells?
[ ] Thinning the crowd of lesser meat people. The "Golden BB" is a thing.
