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Post by tiff on Mar 6, 2012 23:28:52 GMT -5
If Elle would have told him this morning at the hotel breakfast lounge that he would be in the midst of something only seen in Japanese Godzilla movie, he would have laughed softly before going back to the Belgium waffle. The simple way to describe what had happen during this operation was 'shit show,' and Tiffany was not a man to curse. His bullet had been diverted, and the beast response was to taunt him with his claws. Tiffany was still on the ground and rolled quickly to dodge the attacks. The beast wasn't putting aim into it though. Was he not trying to touch him? Scarecrow's MO was fear. He could only assume that the beast had similar goals. For that reason, he determined it must be seeking Tiffany to be frighten. It's hard to scare a man who is not afraid of death. Why would Tiffany be afraid of death when God would be welcoming home? Death was not the end, but the beginning to him. The only thing that scared Tiffany was the inability to protect the American citizens. The idea of failing them and letting Satan to win made him to sick to his stomach and all the more determined to defeat this thing.
His men slammed into the door and began firing without command. It was a natural response to seeing a giant creature, but Tiffany needed to think of the best way to take this ting down. With Croc, they were able to drive in their necessary supplies. The Scarecrow morphing into demon was completely unplanned and meant it would be difficult for them to handle. His eyes darted around the room. The smoke was beginning to be enough to see through, but barely. He did however see a large object in the air. That's what they needed.
He rolled onto his knees and pushed himself up. "Aim for his head," Tiffany mumbled into his com as he kept himself low to the ground. They would aim hiring so he could still move where he needed to go. Just as he was about to make a run for the crane, a blinding flash invaded the room causing his vision to go black.
His teeth gritted together in annoyance and frustration. He knew it was the Batman once again foiling his plans. If the Batman would have left it to the authorities they would already have captured the creature. He was hindering their ability to fight.
"Sir! Sir! Killer Croc is running through are men and to the room!" an agent from the security room shouted.
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His mind went numb for a moment. What had happen to this operation? The fact that Croc was running around lose was enough to irritate him. The National Guard had failed once again to transport the captured man out of Gotham. When he had found out, his response was to throw all of his files off his desk and flip over his chair. It was one lost after another. The FBI kept capturing them, but the evil seed of Gotham kept pulling them back.
"Agents move away from the door," he said quickly, so his men wouldn't be destroyed, "We are going to have an intruder." As if on cue, even though Tiffany still couldn't see a loud roar escalated through the room. Tiffany could still hear so he ran quickly out of the way of the beast movement. It looked like the devil crocodile was actually going to benefit them. Good. He would use those two demons fighting each other to capture them both.
"Direction to the crane," he ordered to his agents in the security room, who weren't blind.
"Straight ten feet, left five," the agent stated quickly into his ear.
Tiffany nodded then ran the distance his man had stated. He placed his gun back into his holder and felt the metal thing in front of him. He opened the door, and placed himself in. He had never driven or operated the device. He was also blind. "I need an agent who has worked on construction to state to me exactly how to operate and the position of all tools in front of me. The team in the security booth will tell you the type of crane I'm operating," he ordered into all agents ears, knowing one of them must have a specialty in it.
He heard the security agent listing off the machines type and operation to everyone in the force.
"Men in the facility stay back until sight is regain. I need the next unit now!" he shouted, knowing the new unit would come in with full vision.
"Five minutes sir. The unit that would have been next was trampled by Croc," the man stated.
"S-sir," a hesitant voice on the other line spoke, "I work one back in Colorado. I think I know how-"
"No hesitation. I need it started," he ordered in a hurry as the two beast fought, at least form what he could hear, he thought they were fighting.
"The ignition key is to your left near the door, but not completely on the dash," the voice stated.
Tiffany's hand reached for the left, and felt around. Hopefully the key was in there...and yes, it was. Good. He had assumed it would be. Since everyone had been forced out, things had been left alone and untouched. He turned the ignition starting the machine. He could only hope that the Batman wouldn't further to mess things up.
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Post by grimknight on Mar 7, 2012 22:41:48 GMT -5
It wasn’t just that the Bat wanted to get the first brutish clobbering hit in during this monster-fueled melee; he was actually conducting two different types of hypothesis. First hypothesis: Can Crane feel any physical pain/take damage while in this Scarebeast guise? Answer: Yes. Second hypothesis: Can a genetic tissue sample be obtained by getting close enough to Crane in said Scarebeast guise? Answer: Yes. The Bat caught his momentum of the grapple swinging kick he had delivered to the Scarebeast’s muzzle, giving him a split second to arc back around in a dramatic swoop and scrape a tiny amount of the surface skin off of the creature during its moment of stun. Batman then landed on the second level balcony on the other side of the containment room across from the Scarebeast. He steadied himself on the railing of the second level balcony, a flurry of doctor’s offices and patient isolation cell chambers right behind him.
The onslaught of the Feds having breached the room now appeared to also be stunned from the flash of radiating UV light his detonating batarang had given off, much like the Scarebeast currently was. This gave the Bat enough time to quickly pull out the small bio-reader computer device he carried on his utility belt and place a scan of the skin tissue he had procured from the Scarebeast for analysis. The scan was now processed within a mere second’s time and all data was uploaded to the super computer back within the Batcave. It would take a few moments for a complete report readout to return to him – and seeing the way the Scarebeast had now quickly recovered and appeared to be intent on attacking the injured Agent Tiffany told the Bat that a few moments was time he simply didn’t have.
Just then, the comm-link signal on the FBI’s frequency kicked in, the Federal Agents were clambering on about a new intruder… Waylon Jones, aka, Killer Croc. Lovely. This night was just getting better and better. All he needed now was the Joker and his evening would be perfect… Quickly, the thought was revoked – with his luck the Joker was probably apt to show up due to the fact the Bat had merely toyed with idea of seeing the likes him around. Suddenly, Killer Croc burst into the room as the Bat re-launched his grappling hook. Knowing the feral nature of how Croc’s animalistic behavior, Batman gauged the need for Croc to reveal his dominance by challenging the Scarebeast. Perfect! The two “monsters” could possibly attack one another and tire out a little making them an easier defeat! It seemed like Agent Tiffany had the same idea given his reaction of indifference to Croc’s presence… Of course, the Bat would notice such a reaction as he spotted Tiffany now leaving the line of Scarebeast’s focused gaze, ignoring the intruding Killer Croc, and made way for the door – exiting the room.
He managed to hear everything through the comm-link frequency he had tapped into from the FBI and what the Batman was about to do would make whoever wearing an active comm-link connected to their ear/ears be incredibly sorry in just a few moments. Just then, he pulled out a small remote from his faint gold utility belt of endless gadgets and clicked a button. The twin batarangs that had been wedged on either side of where the Scarebeast stood now vibrated and suddenly a painfully loud high screeching sound was pulsed out of the batarangs. The frequency was so sharp and so loud anyone with normal hearing would be stunned with a blast of pain for a few moments whether they’re ears were covered or not. Glass within the containment suddenly splintered! Anyone with heightened senses of hearing would be wracked with so much pain and such sharpness to the eardrum that they would most certainly take damage by being stunned, blood possibly leaking from their ears, and might even suffer very temporary deafness.
With those gadgets of his, it was clear that the Bat wasn’t afraid to fight dirty. Of course, Batman’s own cowl kept him nicely protected from such a destructive noise level frequency. He now used this temporary moment of terrible and searing pain brought to everyone’s ears (but his own), rendering them stunned briefly, to swing back into the fight and swoop right behind the charging Croc. He slammed a swift and hard double booted kick into Croc’s lower back – pushing the genetically disease afflicted man right into the massively genetically altered psychiatrist. The Bat wanted to ensure a nice and grueling fight would happen between the two monstrous men…
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Mar 8, 2012 17:19:16 GMT -5
Agent Tiffany was finally his. He would strike fear into the mans very soul. Sending Agent Tiffany to oblivion with terror in his heart was his primary goal. A statement needed to be made to Gotham, the FBI was useless, Agent Tiffany was worthless. Just another man in the world trying to prove that fear had no hold over them. That fear didn't drive them. But he knew all too well, it was all that drove man.
Instead of catching Agent Tiffany's scent though the smoke, since he was still having trouble seeing, another scent caught his attention. The Scarebeast was taken by surprise as his claws locked with another beasts. It was the Killer Croc. Why had he come here? To interfere with his plans? To take away his glory? He was just an animal, and animals needed to show dominance.
The Scarebeast was pushed to the side wall by Croc slowly. His massive legs never moved but slid as Croc pushed him. His back hit the wall and The Scarebeast bared it's teeth. He was beginning to regret ever fixing the beasts arm, which had seemed to have fully healed. It was necessary unfortunately for his project. Holding the Killer Croc's claws in his own he attempted to push back at the beast wanting to get himself away from the wall. For the moment he had a clear advantage.
He kept the pressure of Croc's claws and inhaled deeply. The Scarebeast let out an intimidating roar. Nothing needed to be said or could be said to the Killer Croc. This wasn't about a battle of wits with a monster, all he understood was that their was something as big and as intimidating as him in the room. Inside The Scarebeast was still the Master of Fear and he wasn't going to back down to this animal.
Letting the pressure off Croc's claws he let him fall towards him. Opening his mouth wide he sunk his teeth straight into his shoulder and tried to rip and tear as much flesh as he could. Hopefully it would be enough to get Croc off of him. After all he fixed his wound, there was no reason why he couldn't tear it back apart. The pointed snapping end of his tail wrapped around Croc's leg. He was going to try and pull him and make him fall on his back.
The faint noise of a machine starting hit his ears. It could only be one thing in the room. Agent Tiffany must have been trying to use it as they were caught in a battle. He had to get Croc off of him... Now. Suddenly something unexpected happened. His tail unwrapped from Croc's leg just as he was about to pull him down.
The noise was too much. It made him roar in frustration releasing his teeth from Croc's shoulder and attempted to free himself from Croc's hold once more. This time it was a large push instead of the more tactical attempt that he had taken before. All he wanted to do was put his claws over his ears. His head pounded, the noise was tearing him apart from the inside. Croc's weight was suddenly thrown into him and The Screbeast let out a cry of pain. It would only be a matter of time now before this fight between them got far more lethal.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2012 17:56:47 GMT -5
Croc growled as the Scarebeast pushed back against him, roaring loudly. Croc just grunted and shrugged off the foul smell of the other beast's breath, just as he ignored the sound of a machine nearby. He wasn't surprised when Scarebeast dropped the strength in his arms and allowed Croc to fall forward so he could sink razor sharp teeth in his shoulder. Pain flared briefly, but he blocked it out with more anger. The toxins did nothing but make the wound bubble and burn more.
But Scarebeast had made a terrible mistake. Despite his pain and anger, Croc spotted a vital Peirce of exposed flesh. Now letting out a monstrous roar of his own, Croc surged forward, Scarebeast's teeth sinking deeper into his flesh, tail struggling to pull him off balance. But Croc had a target and would not be stopped so easily. He opened his massive jaws as he continued to push and clamped down on the side of his opponents thick neck, locking his jaw and shaking it fiercely back and forth as he teared into thick flesh.
Suddenly, a sound assaulted his ears. Croc shrieked behind flesh as blood ran freely from his ears, the pressure dissapearing from his shoulder and leg, but Croc refused to let go or give his opponent relief. Despite the urge of his own pain, he refused to raise his hand to his ears. The kick from Batman actually helped him to sink his teeth in further as Croc pinned Scarebeast's long arms to his side and pressed all his weight against the monster, snarling furiously.
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Post by tiff on Mar 13, 2012 16:09:26 GMT -5
The sound of the machine coming to life made Tiffany feel far more confident. He might currently be blind to the events, but the cameras in the room and his com link provided a 360 degree view of the entire situation. He could ram the two large creatures with the crane, and hopefully weaken, or preferably kill both. He would not be put on the sidelines as these monster destroyed the city.
"We need to swing the crane into them," he stated in the com link.
"They are located near the opposite wall straight ahead," the agent in the security room informed.
"There should be a stick in front of you sir. It controls the motion of the machine," the agent outside spoke hesitantly, still unsure over what was happening.
Tiffany nodded and moved his hand in that direction. He felt a grip and grabbed hold of it. He was about to ask how to best steer the machine when a painful loud noise invaded his ear. His hands shot to his ear, and he rolled back in the chair of the machine. It felt louder then the ringing from explosions. He couldn't even hear the pain of other's in the room or his own grunted pain noise that escaped his throat. The Batman....it had to be that devil spawn to cause this pain. He had first blinded him, and now he was attacking his hearing. His senses would soon be lost. He could not believe that this supposed 'hero' continued to disrupt their plans.
Tiffany actually felt like evil was finally getting the upper hand, how could he capture them if he was blind and deaf. His hands gripped into his hair attempting to pull himself together. He needed to think. The Lord would protect him...the Lord would protect him....but how? How was he going to handle this?
Tiffany stayed slouched in the machine attempting to get a hold of himself and control the pain the noise had caused. He would give himself a minute to compose, and then he would attempt to use his sense of touch to hopefully operate the machine. It was his only option at the moment.
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Post by grimknight on Mar 17, 2012 12:41:16 GMT -5
‘Analysis 100% complete.’
The super-computer’s direct feed now alerted the Bat of the small skin tissue sample being fully analyzed and broken down to each individual component that made up the formula Dr. Crane had used on himself. Batman re-directed his swinging route on the grapple and landed now back on the upper level balcony. It only took him a few mere moments to read the analysis before understanding the best course of action to take against the Scarebeast. With Croc latched onto the Scarebeast’s throat like some pit-bull out of hell, Agent Tiffany having retreated to procure himself a large crane sitting outside the Intensive Care Treatment facility (his specialized lenses allowing him a mild form of x-ray vision fed off of body heat allowing him the view of said crane operating act) and Scarebeast very temporarily stunned – the Bat made his next move.
He swung back down towards the massive forms of the battling monsters, aiming directly for the Scarebeast himself. The Bat released his hold on the grapple and now flung himself with precise aim onto the back of the Scarebeast, wincing as individual straw pieces managed to puncture the softer points of his bat-suit. A growl escaped his lips as he clung to the creature, much like a cowboy would hang onto a bucking bronco at the rodeo. Batman moved swiftly and as silently as possible, careful to not provoke Killer Croc who raged on Scarebeast’s throat beneath. The Bat then grabbed a potently packed sedative, a mobile syringe, from the confines of his belt and began to work his way closer up towards the more vulnerable spot free of straw on Scarebeast’s being. He was going to stop this madness one way or another.
With Killer Croc in the precarious position he was at, jaws gripped into the vulnerable throat of Scarebeast, the Bat spotted a small, exposed amount of flesh to stick the sedative into... The trick part now was not getting bit by Croc himself in the process...
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Mar 17, 2012 22:59:36 GMT -5
Pain surged through the Scarebeast's neck. As bits of straw and blood poured into Croc's mouth. This reptilian monster was really beginning to get in his way. He had ruined his chances to strike fear into Agent Tiff. He was ruining his chance to deal with the Batman. Now all that was left was for Poison Ivy to show up or The Joker and everything would be one gigantic mess.
Croc's teeth shoved further into his neck making more straw fall over them and onto the ground. It couldn't have tasted very good. He had to get this creature off of him. His massive claws used their weight as leverage for him to pull one giant claw up from the floor. The Scarebeast wedged it between his chest and Croc's as much as he could and then proceeded to push....hard. The support from the wall would make it easier for him to get the upper hand in kicking him away. How much left of that side of his neck was still intact would be another story.
The sound of the large machine was starting to enter into his senses again being less phased by the assaulting noise from before. He knew that there was a crane in this room that transferred large objects outside of the building. Someone was using it. It must have been Agent Tiffany. If he could he to the machine he could make him realize his greatest fears. The Scarebeast would have him trapped begging for mercy, HE would be at The Scarebeast's mercy.
The real question at the moment was where was The Batman? With that thought another being assulted him from above. He let out a roar of frustration releasing his claws from Croc to pry at whatever now rode him. It must have been The Batman. Raising his claws he swiped and clawed at the assaulter on top of him. A massive claw managed to rip through his cape. If he could get a good hold on the cape he could through him off.
He was far too busy with the beast in front of him to get a good grip on anything at the moment. Another frustrating roar left the massive jaws of The Scarebeast now raising his flexible twisted tail from the floor. The tip rose to Batman's level and opened spraying fear toxin into the room but more directly at Batman himself. Everything was done in an effort to create fear. Most likely The Batman had come prepared with a mask but that wasn't the point. His tail closed again and began to poke and jab at the masked vigilante above him, trying to guess where he was.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2012 23:18:03 GMT -5
Croc planned to win. He planned to destroy Scarebeast and prove his dominance completely. But what would happen then? He would have to fight Batman and a disoriented Tiffany. Once they were dead, he would show Gotham just how horrifying he could be. Sharp, needle like straws poked at his mouth, adding his own blood to the Scarebeast's, but he didn't care. Atleast not until Scarebeast started pushing against him, bracing himself against the wall.
Croc snarled, stubbornly refusing to let go. He sank his teeth even deeper, dragging and ripping them through flesh as he was steadily pushed back. Suddenly, he fell back with a Leicester of flesh clamped in his jaws, but his prey had escaped him. Spitting out the chunk of bloody meat, Croc surged forward again, ramming into Scarebeast and scrabbling at his chest with sharp claws, sinking sharp teeth into the other beast's shoulder. Payback.
He couldn't help but notice the dark shape that decended upon Scarebeast's back, or the sound of a large machine. They were threats to be pushed into the back of his mind. For now, Scarebeast was his target. He continued raking sharp claws down his chest, but adjusted his tight grip on his shoulder to include the collarbone, which Croc intended to snap in his jaws.
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Post by tiff on Mar 22, 2012 20:10:30 GMT -5
Even if the Scarebeast were to get to Tiffany through all of this mess, there was no way Tiffany would be frightened by him. He wouldn't be able to see or hear the creature. Not that Tiffany would be frightened. He had the Lord on his side. With the Lord on his side he could defeat all of the Devil's minions and send them to their cages of hell.
Tiffany took a settling breath, focusing himself. He did not have time to wait. The monsters could be killing his men. They could be going after Gotham next. They had to be contained. He would contain them. His eyes were slowly adjusting back, though barely. There was still a painful ringing sound in his ears. He heard static in the distance. He knew it was his men speaking to him, but he knew nothing of what they spoke.
"I cannot hear, currently," he stated into his com-link, "Neither can the other men in the room. I need back up here immediately to first get the other men out and then handle the creatures."
He did not know how they responded. He did not know if they understood or not, but he expected it to get done. His hand felt around and he finally felt something leather. It certainly was the seat. He pulled himself onto the chair, and then felt around the front dash. The crane was already turned on, and he knew that the stick in the middle controlled it. It was a risk, but it was risk he was worth taking.
He brought his hand to the cross under his shirt. He brought it up to his lips and kissed it. The pray he gave was short and asking God to lead his hands.
He then moved his grip to the crane. It did not take a genius to understand the exact direction of how the crane moved. He pulled the handle to the left, waited, then to the right, waited, then to the left, waited. It would cause the crane to swing. He then aimed the swinging moment to where he assumed the beast would be, which based on how Croc had ran at the creature was the opposite of the room. Hopefully, it would knock both evils out, killing two birds with one stone.
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Post by grimknight on Mar 28, 2012 1:25:30 GMT -5
The Bat moved with a deft force atop the Scarebeast—narrowly avoiding the gnashing jaws of Killer Croc and barely dodging the swipes of Scarebeast’s claws. A sharp ripping sound was heard as his cape took the brunt of a hearty swipe towards his being—that was close. The Bat still gripped the sedative syringe like a vise, knowing it would be the saving grace salvation to Crane’s mutated transformation. Another swipe was given—this time claws slicing right through the bat-suit’s armor, making the Bat stifle out a cry of pain. He slammed his elbow into Killer Croc’s face, the point of his elbow striking the man in the eye which allowed him just enough space to reach the vulnerable section of Crane’s throat. NOW! He jabbed the sedative laced syringe into Scarebeast’s throat and pumped the drugs in, hitting the artery with precision to give a faster and more affective effect.
The moment the drugs pumped into Crane’s throat would be the moment he suddenly realized that Agent Tiffany had not only recovered from the onslaught to his senses caused by the Bat’s gadgets… But that Agent Tiffany had managed to maneuver the crane shaft he operated right towards the three brawling men. Just as the Bat clambered to his boots to jump free of the Scarebeast’s massive form, the move was too late! The swinging crane shaft slammed with devastating force into the three of them, knocking Batman like a toppled domino down from Crane. The Bat hit the floor, the wind knocked out of him—a role to the side now done so as to avoid being crushed by the battling and now sprawling giants. He could only hope that administered sedative would take affect quickly…
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Mar 30, 2012 19:16:01 GMT -5
A painful roar left the Scarebeast as he finally managed to get the beast off of him but it was at the cost of much skin and straw. For the few moments he had he was distracted by The Batman still moving about on his back. He turned and snapped his jaws trying to find a piece of him somewhere but it was ended by another lock with The Killer Croc.
This animal wasn't going to give up. The Batman could wait. Blood poured from his shoulder, pieces of broken straw needles were scattered everywhere. The Scarebeast's eyes still burned with fury, intent on bringing fear to those that opposed him. A claw swung to Croc's arm that was now trying to crush him against the wall and sunk his claws in as far as he could put them. He brought his snout close to Croc's pushing against his weight as a challenge and snarled. This was going to end here...
Removing his tail from fighting with The Batman he now focused on Croc. He brought his sharp snapping tail up to his head and wrapped around the creatures neck until it was choking tight.His intent was to kill him, to get rid of this beast right now. He had been in his way long enough, ruining any chance of getting to Agent Tiffany, and now he had to deal with The Batman on him as well.
His distraction with Croc was enough for The Batman to move without much concern. The Scarebeast dropped his deathly grip around Croc's neck as he saw The Batman hit him in the face and then a painful motion to his neck. His tail slid from Croc's neck and his claws released their grip going to the spot where he was punctured. The Scarebeast ripped it from himself and his heavy breathing suddenly began to change.
No, no! He had to keep his adrenaline going. Whatever it was, probably a sedative of some sort was beginning to change the way he felt inside. The rush was what fueled the Scarebeast kept in a constant state by raised heart rate and adrenaline. He couldn't let this happen..
His focused changed to The Batman that was still near him and went to grab him with his claws. If he was going to fall into oblivion now he was going to take The Batman with him. There was one thing they couldn't destroy, his body may be breakable, but one thing would never leave...you can't kill fear.
Just as he thought he had his hands on him his body met with an incredible force. The Scarebeast flew from where he was to the other wall sliding across leaving a long blood trail. He stammered to get up and his limbs kept falling. What happened? The Scarebeast lifted his head and moved his snout some on the ground. Why couldn't he lift himself up?...The sedative...
His eyes started to fade from the red they had turned. A slow changing started to take over his body. The Scarebeast grunted some his breathing becoming slower and further between. With what strength he had left a claw marked into the ground peeling at the solidity of it like it was butter. He was writing something but his hand began to morph and change as he gave into a protesting roar before seeing the claw that once peeled into the ground leaving his message, was now a bear hand.
He imagined the pain would have been incredible, but whatever drug he was given was twice that. He felt nothing but slipping...slipping..
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2012 19:34:50 GMT -5
Croc snarled as a sharp pain shot through his arms, the Scarebeast snarled a challenge. Croc accepted it glee and struck out, running his own claws down Scarebeast's arms. An eye for an eye. An arm for an arm. Fine. Then he felt it, slipping around his neck like a snake, tightening like a python. A limb almost completely composed by thick, powerful muscle. Croc snarled, but it was cut off along with his airway. He raised his large hands and struggled with the limb, trying to pull it away from his neck, but there it remained until Croc was seeing dots.
Then something slammed into them, more into Scarebeast and Batman then himself. He staggered back with a snarl and chased after the great hook with vengeful eyes. That had hurt. Bad. Now whoever was in the crane would pay. Tiffany? Most likely. The little agent had scurried off after being disoriented by Batman's toys. Croc grabbed at it, catching the chain that held the hook aloft, tightening his grip as he struggled against the hook's momentum, pulling it back. With a great display of strength, Croc jerked down to the floor with the hook until he heard a click that caused the Crane to jerk out of place and sink closer to the floor. Now Croc, with great effort, swung the hook right toward Tiffany.
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Post by tiff on Apr 9, 2012 12:56:59 GMT -5
Tiffany was completely unaware of the actions taking place outside of the machine he sat in. He prayed that the crane had destroyed them, and knowing the Lord was always there made him comfortable in the fact that it probably did. He decided to swing it back. Yet, he didn't feel the weight of the crane move with him. He felt something pull against him with great force. Tiffany frowned in irritation already understanding what had probably occured. One of those monsters must have caught the crane.
He didn't hear nor see the snap, but he did feel the rock of the machine from his seat. His hand tightened on the handle. Without his sight or hearing, he truly was limited in his actions. He also knew that staying here after he drew attention to himself was very similar to a honking goose during hunting season. He placed his hand to his com link knowing he wouldn't hear anything. "My position has been compromised. I need that back up," he stated and swung opened the door. Just as he went to step out something slammed into the operating booth, causing him to fall out not too gracefully and land on his face. He growled, but tried to push himself up.
There was a strong possibility he was going to die, but the thought never crossed his mind. The Lord held a protective sheild over him to complete this mission. As if a prayer was answered, his back up came storming through the door. Already been warned of the large monsters in the room, they were equiped with tranquilizer guns. They began firing at the most threatening thing still standing, Croc, but one of them caught note of Batman and fired at him.
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