Two words: Train fight!!!
Declan concentrated for a moment before he felt the familiar tingle on his skin, like freezing water rushing over him. He looked at his hand on the railing. And saw nothing but the railing.
None of the other passengers had noticed his sudden transformation; they were too preoccupied in their own little worlds of technology and small children.
The men entered at the same time and gathered in the middle, passing the now invisible boy.
They wore the same baffled expressions when they did not see their target who they knew had been in this car. And he was. They just could not see him.
Declan hooked his hand into the last man in line's mouth, earning him a yelp. He spun the him around and punched him square in the chest. The man began to fall, but the invisible boy pulled him back up por his ears, got a good grip, and flipped the man into a row of seats.
The others turned in surprise. Declan, knowing the ruse was up, made himself visible, gripped the railing for extra support and kicked the segundo man right between the legs. Then in the head.
He kicked a third in the ribs, then spun and launched another kick at the fourth one.
The mechanic fell back into the last, who caught him instinctively.
Declan shoved three hard fists into the fourth's rib cage, then two swings into the final one's skull.
He did not have time to celebrate as one of the anterior victims grabbed him from behind and put a beefy arm around his throat in a headlock.
Declan tried to pry him off and was forced to removed one hand to soften the blow as another recovered man charged him from the front.
He leaned back into the headlock, high-kicked the tackler in the skull (gaining him mais room as that thug fell for the segundo time), then twisted in the grip on him. Declan received a slugger to the face from a thug before he connected his foot to the guy's elbow, then to his throat when he doubled over in pain.
That earned Declan enough freedom to bash his elbow twice into the windpipe of the man holding him in a head-lock. He grabbed the man and flipped him over his shoulder onto two of the fallen thugs.
The first one Declan had attacked, the only one conscious as far as the he could tell, got up in a kneel and brought up a gun from his back pocket.
Quick as a cobra strike, Declan grabbed the hand holding the gun, twisted it, punched him in the appendix, and pushed the man's elbow behind his back. He slammed the thug into the row of seats and pulled his arm all the way way until he heard an audible crack. The goon cried out as Declan pulled him back and slammed him into a pole.
The man gripped his shoulder with his uninjured arm and looked up at his opponent with fear and pain in his eyes.
Declan scooped up the gun from where it had dropped and pointed it at the man.
A loud cry from behind him caused Declan to turn his attention to the woman who sat in the seats beside the teenagers, who were huddled together. Them and the business men and woman had the same glint of fear in their eyes directed toward the young man who held the gun. The baby was wailing from all the loud action and its mother was shushing it softly while keeping her eye on Declan.
He looked back at the man.
"I told you to leave my family and I alone," he growled, then swept the gun at the man's head and he slumped to the ground.
Declan stared at the five fallen thugs. They overlapped each other. So still, so lifeless.
If you've ever seen te movie seguro starring Jason Statham, then you may recognize some of these moves. I based this off the train fight, but I changed it slightly do that no one died (yet). I'll post the video later!
Declan concentrated for a moment before he felt the familiar tingle on his skin, like freezing water rushing over him. He looked at his hand on the railing. And saw nothing but the railing.
None of the other passengers had noticed his sudden transformation; they were too preoccupied in their own little worlds of technology and small children.
The men entered at the same time and gathered in the middle, passing the now invisible boy.
They wore the same baffled expressions when they did not see their target who they knew had been in this car. And he was. They just could not see him.
Declan hooked his hand into the last man in line's mouth, earning him a yelp. He spun the him around and punched him square in the chest. The man began to fall, but the invisible boy pulled him back up por his ears, got a good grip, and flipped the man into a row of seats.
The others turned in surprise. Declan, knowing the ruse was up, made himself visible, gripped the railing for extra support and kicked the segundo man right between the legs. Then in the head.
He kicked a third in the ribs, then spun and launched another kick at the fourth one.
The mechanic fell back into the last, who caught him instinctively.
Declan shoved three hard fists into the fourth's rib cage, then two swings into the final one's skull.
He did not have time to celebrate as one of the anterior victims grabbed him from behind and put a beefy arm around his throat in a headlock.
Declan tried to pry him off and was forced to removed one hand to soften the blow as another recovered man charged him from the front.
He leaned back into the headlock, high-kicked the tackler in the skull (gaining him mais room as that thug fell for the segundo time), then twisted in the grip on him. Declan received a slugger to the face from a thug before he connected his foot to the guy's elbow, then to his throat when he doubled over in pain.
That earned Declan enough freedom to bash his elbow twice into the windpipe of the man holding him in a head-lock. He grabbed the man and flipped him over his shoulder onto two of the fallen thugs.
The first one Declan had attacked, the only one conscious as far as the he could tell, got up in a kneel and brought up a gun from his back pocket.
Quick as a cobra strike, Declan grabbed the hand holding the gun, twisted it, punched him in the appendix, and pushed the man's elbow behind his back. He slammed the thug into the row of seats and pulled his arm all the way way until he heard an audible crack. The goon cried out as Declan pulled him back and slammed him into a pole.
The man gripped his shoulder with his uninjured arm and looked up at his opponent with fear and pain in his eyes.
Declan scooped up the gun from where it had dropped and pointed it at the man.
A loud cry from behind him caused Declan to turn his attention to the woman who sat in the seats beside the teenagers, who were huddled together. Them and the business men and woman had the same glint of fear in their eyes directed toward the young man who held the gun. The baby was wailing from all the loud action and its mother was shushing it softly while keeping her eye on Declan.
He looked back at the man.
"I told you to leave my family and I alone," he growled, then swept the gun at the man's head and he slumped to the ground.
Declan stared at the five fallen thugs. They overlapped each other. So still, so lifeless.
If you've ever seen te movie seguro starring Jason Statham, then you may recognize some of these moves. I based this off the train fight, but I changed it slightly do that no one died (yet). I'll post the video later!
Selene-Human form
Hair:
Where i was originally born, i was royalty. Chosen immediately because my hair was white. In my tribe white hair was a rarity. And that child would become the queen or king at the earliest time possible. I became queen at the age of eight. I was wiser than i sounded. I was terrifying, yet generous. I helped and protected when ever necessary. But When my indecent occurred, and i was banished i left. And i was replaced por a new queen. A seven ano old girl with short white hair. At that time i had long white hair.
It was to grow out for however long i was ruling. Now i had to cut. It was custom. Now i cut and left my hair grow out at what ever pace i choose. But as i look at my hair and see it flow, the pain flows too. The past i had. I loved it so. But it was part of my cursed color of hair that i became who i am. but then without it now...who would i be? Would i be here? Would i have the friends i do now?
Where i was originally born, i was royalty. Chosen immediately because my hair was white. In my tribe white hair was a rarity. And that child would become the queen or king at the earliest time possible. I became queen at the age of eight. I was wiser than i sounded. I was terrifying, yet generous. I helped and protected when ever necessary. But When my indecent occurred, and i was banished i left. And i was replaced por a new queen. A seven ano old girl with short white hair. At that time i had long white hair.
It was to grow out for however long i was ruling. Now i had to cut. It was custom. Now i cut and left my hair grow out at what ever pace i choose. But as i look at my hair and see it flow, the pain flows too. The past i had. I loved it so. But it was part of my cursed color of hair that i became who i am. but then without it now...who would i be? Would i be here? Would i have the friends i do now?
Eyes:
My eyes are cast as a clear Silver. It helps pull the information from my target. And when my eyes glow, it only glows brighter, no need to change color. At one point my eye color showed dominance. Nothing got passed me. I saw it all.
But after i was over throw i was looked down upon. Like i was nothing. I felt hurt. Then my eyes glowed. Like a cursed child, my body levitated from the ground and i gained many gasps. And curses. I destroyed my tribe. The nation i once protected, now needed protection. And worse, from me.
I can never look into a mirror now, those eyes that pierce themselves into my soul. That make me feel my own inflicted pain. I cannot look into someones eyes and hear them say i am beautiful. Because i wont believe it.
My eyes are cast as a clear Silver. It helps pull the information from my target. And when my eyes glow, it only glows brighter, no need to change color. At one point my eye color showed dominance. Nothing got passed me. I saw it all.
But after i was over throw i was looked down upon. Like i was nothing. I felt hurt. Then my eyes glowed. Like a cursed child, my body levitated from the ground and i gained many gasps. And curses. I destroyed my tribe. The nation i once protected, now needed protection. And worse, from me.
I can never look into a mirror now, those eyes that pierce themselves into my soul. That make me feel my own inflicted pain. I cannot look into someones eyes and hear them say i am beautiful. Because i wont believe it.
That's right! I'm still waiting on the descrição from Robin_Love, but the seguinte Young Justice Episode has some spoilers and news.
Young Justice Invasion
Episode 8: "Satisfaction"
Description: N/A
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SPOILERS: So far, all I have is Miss Martian mind rapes someone.
UPDATE: That "someone" is supposedly Superboy when he tries to save Tigress/Aqualad.
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I know! I know! Not much! But instead of ten consecutive mural posts, this will be updated. So check back daily!!!!
Young Justice Invasion
Episode 8: "Satisfaction"
Description: N/A
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SPOILERS: So far, all I have is Miss Martian mind rapes someone.
UPDATE: That "someone" is supposedly Superboy when he tries to save Tigress/Aqualad.
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I know! I know! Not much! But instead of ten consecutive mural posts, this will be updated. So check back daily!!!!
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