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Post by Victor Fries - Mr. Freeze on Mar 16, 2016 21:10:47 GMT -5
The time of day doesn't matter very much to Victor. He needs sleep, but very little of it, but if he wants to do anything outside of a location that he controls - like one of his hideouts - it's generally a lot easier when he can avoid people by going out when they're less likely to be around. So he generally does his business in the middle of the night if the time of day doesn't matter.
Of course, the same can't be said of Nora. She definitely needs her rest - she may be strong enough to be fully out of bed, but she's not quite back to her old self just yet. But everyday she's just a little bit stronger, and now that she's mobile Victor wants to make sure that her life is as full as possible. And he's sure that she grows tired of seeing the seeing the same walls every day. The house he found for her is a very nice place, to be sure - in addition to its several comfortable rooms, it has a backyard with a garden - but he's sure that after being cooped up in it for well over a month now she's eager to leave it from time to time. She'll unfortunately have to have that problem permanently fixed soon - the longer she lives at the house, the more likely it is to be discovered, and Victor feels that they're starting to push their luck so she'll need to move soon.
But in the meantime he has a different cure for cabin fever - on many evenings lately, at least if there isn't something that he urgently needs to do, he's been inviting her to join him on a drive somewhere. He's not the one driving, of course - it would be difficult to find a ready-made vehicle that could accommodate for the large size of his suit, and even if one could be found or built it wouldn't be a wise idea. He's hardly inconspicuous, so putting him somewhere in public where he could be easily spotted through a window is not the best idea. So he has a driver and the vehicle he uses is a plain, white van with no windows in the back. Which limits the view to whatever you can see by peering out the front, but the scenery isn't the point of the drive - his new hobby is to find places to take Nora that she would enjoy.
It's a bit of a challenge, actually - he definitely doesn't want to put her in any danger, so it needs to be somewhere private where he can be certain that he won't be spotted and not somewhere that will encourage her to over-exhaust herself. Somewhere with something nice to look at is generally a safe bet. It will be much easier for him to find places to take her when she's stronger - both because he won't feel the need to carefully avoid places that would make her want to be more active than she's ready for and because then he could also take her to one of his labs. Right now he feels that she's too fragile for that and - as he's quick to state any time she in any way indicates that she'd like to see where he works - it's very, very cold there. Even if he turned up the temperature to as warm as he could stand for a period of time, it would still be very cold. So he insists that she'll have to wait - though she gets stronger every day.
Today's outing had been to a secluded, enclosed gazebo near the river in a high-class suburb just outside of Gotham - they'd had a good view of the boats going up and down the river as well as the sunset. And Nora had been served a rather lavish Italian dinner - something that Victor could not enjoy with her though he's quick to insist that he enjoys seeing Nora enjoyment of such things rather than feeling deprived. Of course, most of all he simply enjoys her company.
Now they're headed home - it's late but not extremely so. They could have possibly stayed longer but the moment she started looking tired he thought it best to take her home. They're en-route, taking some backstreet through south Gotham when it happens. There's a jolt and the van swerves strongly. There's no seatbelts in the back of the van, but Nora doesn't need to worry - Victor's suit gives him both the strength and the reflexes to keep her from harm. He's holding her securely in place even before he realizes that he's doing it.
"What's going on?" he demands of his driver.
"Someone is trying to run us off the road!" the driver reports, sounding understandably distressed about the situation.
It doesn't take Victor more than a moment to decide what to do. "This is no accident. Pull over, I'll handle this," he tells the driver. The odds that someone out there would attack this van at random are significantly smaller than the odds that somehow someone knows that he's in it and is attempting to harm him personally. A foolish choice - Victor may not be much of an egomanic, but he is aware that he's one of the most dangerous men in a very dangerous city. And he does not run. He's not good at it for one thing, and for another he does better when he stands and fights. Though at the moment, something else is on the forefront of his mind - by attacking the van, whoever is doing this is putting Nora in danger. That is not acceptable.
As the van begins to slow, Victor's attention turns to Nora. "You don't need to worry, my love. I will protect you," he promises, cupping his hand against her cheek for a moment before turning toward the back doors. Pulling out his cold gun as he opens the doors, he jumps out ready to face whoever is fool enough to challenge him.
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Post by Nora Fries on Mar 18, 2016 23:57:14 GMT -5
The same four walls were a bit stifling. Though Victor had provided her quite the cozy abode, Nora rarely wandered from her room, staying in bed most days or sitting at a desk attempting to catch up on ten years’ worth of information. It was quite a lot – she had known it would be but still. Her current favored pastime was reading medical journals. Many advancements had been made in the medical field and as a former scientist of that field, it still held a good deal of interest to her.
It was a medical journal that she read as she sat next to Victor in the back of the van. They had spent a most lovely evening out. Victor liked to spoil her so. Thoughtful in his ways though he could be a bit restrictive. Nora would have liked to get a little more exercise in on her excursions and dates to the outside world, but she understood that Victor, given his status, had to keep a fairly low profile. Moving around too much would just make him worry and Nora did not wish at all to be bothersome to her husband.
Flipping the page in the journal, Nora smiled to herself. She enjoyed these dates with all her heart. After all, it seemed like not too short of a time ago that those dates would forever come to an end. Still, of the places Victor had taken her, the place where he worked was not one of them. She had been asking to see it for quite some time now, but Victor was insistent in stating that it was far too cold for her right now. Not one to give up quite so easily, however, Nora had been keen to bring it up from time to time.
But today’s outing had been particularly splendid. They’d gone to a lovely, little gazebo by the river to watch the boats sail by and the sun as it set. Victor had arranged a spectacular dinner as well! Though it had put a damper on her otherwise cheerful mood that he could not enjoy it with her, but he had done a fair job of reassuring her that he enjoyed seeing her enjoy such things. Personally, Nora couldn’t wait for the day when Victor would be cured, and they could enjoy a meal again together. She had been wanting to cook something for him for a while. But, for now, his company was really all it took for her to be entirely blissful.
Leaning lightly against Victor’s armored frame, Nora closed the journal and held it in her lap. They were on their way home now. Nora might’ve liked to stay a bit longer by the riverside, but Victor had been keen to get her home. That was perfectly alright. She had begun to feel a little tired. It was likely best for her to get some rest. Her thoughts flicked toward tomorrow. Nora had taken to exercising a little during the days that Victor was elsewhere. Not enough to overexert herself, she still wanted to be awake enough for her evening date with Victor – if there was to be one – but enough to where she could slowly build up strength. She was a dancer. It was her passion. Her dream. And she just knew that Victor would love to see her dance again. So, Nora very slowly and very gradually attempted to build her muscles’ strength up while also attempting to get enough rest to recover. It could be a trying balance at times, but Nora certainly thought it worth the effort.
A jolt caused Nora to lose her grip on her medical journal, sending it to the floor of the van with a dull thump. Before she even realized what had happened, she was secured safely in Victor’s arms. Looking up at him with a worried expression, her blue crystalline eyes dart to the front of the van – to the driver - as Victor speaks to him.
“Someone’s trying to…what?” Nora asked additional shock and a bit of fear creeping into her voice.
Panic crept into her further at Victor’s decision. He would handle it? But he could be hurt! Nora bit her trembling bottom lip lightly, looking up at Victor even as the van slowed. His attention swiftly turned to her as he tried to reassure her with a promise, even cupping his hand against her cheek. She leaned into his hand lightly, holding it there with her own.
“Please, be careful, dear,” she replied, watching as he turned away and hopped out of van. “Please be careful…” she whispered in a fervent wish.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2016 14:21:50 GMT -5
Hands pressed flatly upon his black knees, eyes shut wide shut to the world that was a rear of an SUV; painted in the same remarkably unremarkable colour as his and every other operative who sat with him's clothing. The warmth of a spring sunset gave way to a dull and endless stream of passing street lights that intermittently dotted the low road route that their small convoy moved along. Besides his slowed heart rate's beating in his chest and the drone of the engine, no other sound rang out between the masked men that sat with Luthor provided net launchers in their palms and the more traditional blade on their back in matters turned more violent that originally planned: a complication that Ra's al Ghul was all too ready for. When dealing with criminals, especially ones with something to fight for, vigilance and preparation are your only means to assure victory against such a volatile foe. Know your enemy, know how they will react and react accordingly. And that is why he too gripped his stainless steel scimitar only his lap.
Within a week the League of Assassins had done what Gotham's finest had failed to do for months; find one of the City's most notorious 'supervillains', Dr. Victor Fries aka Mr. Freeze. To be intelligent in Gotham was to become insane as all criminals ultimately are and Fries is no different from the picture that reconnaissance had painted. Fuelled with grief and despair a once noble man of science devoted himself to the most base form of existence, that of a criminal. With only thought for his all but dead spouse, he did most ruthlessly destroy the lives of so many innocents and tonight Ra's would see him brought to justice for his crimes. Finding him was a trivial matter, a mixture of searching for underground buyers of uncommon materials and laboratory equipment with the deployment of experimental temperature devices to narrow down the City's coldest areas. The discovery that Freeze had cured his wife's illness did little to warm his own fears for he knew that the man who once swore to save his wife was dead, buried in the snow by a lifetime of criminal endeavours. He may claim to be motivated by love but it is only an addiction of the new life he has found among the scum of Gotham, even if he's likely not to admit it. So after learning of his romantic getaways with his newly thawed out spouse, Ra's al Ghul decided that now was the time to attack for the sake of the Project if nothing else.
The sheep of Gotham require a sign that the Arkham City opening will usher a new era of crime free prosperity yet that can not be achieved without the capture of key infamous figures such as Mr. Freeze. He would be the first to enter but not the last. People need to see punishment in action, that those who aid criminals in their endeavours will also feel the boot of justice forced on their weak throats and that is why Nora Fries would also be accompanying them.
"Sir, we're approaching the ambush point." A voice broke the silence and awakened the sleeping Demon to action who kneeled through into the driver's cabin to see their vehicle for himself as it began to turn a corner. "Move in." Ra's barked back in response, returning to his seat as the group of men he had brought with him prepared their weapons for the coming engagement. For some time they had studied the weaknesses of their target, having being hand picked for this assignment by Ra's himself, there would be no failure. The wheels of the jeep sped up after the van and in a sudden moment the front of their car ran into the other vehicle, knocking it off the track before allowing it the time to slow down and stop of its own accord, they didn't need them dead. As they stopped so did Ra's' motor, pulling up some way off so that the men could disperse in the surrounding bush that sat either side of the road. With a slight skid the wheels ground to a halt and the back door flew open, sending the Assassins out into the night where they quickly ran off into different directions so that Freeze couldn't target them as a group. Ra's himself removed himself also, standing in the centre of the road to draw attention. "Victor Fries, former inmate of Arkham Aslyum, you and your wife will be coming with us tonight. Lower your weapon and spare her the harm for we will be taking you with or without your consent." Brandishing his weapon, he was confident that time was the only variable in this victory.
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Post by Victor Fries - Mr. Freeze on Mar 26, 2016 23:42:06 GMT -5
If he'd had the time, Victor would have used it to give his wife many more words of comfort. He doesn't like to make her worry, but because he doesn't know what is waiting for him outside he doesn't know if he can afford the delay. It's better to solve the problem first - then he'll have all the time he needs. When he leaves the van, what he sees before him is an unfamiliar man. He has no idea who it could be, but then again that only means so much. He's a bit of a recluse, after all, so he doesn't necessarily know everyone of importance. He's at least aware enough to know all of the 'big names' in Gotham City, but this could always be someone new or from 'out of town'. And at first, he's not especially impressed - some man with a sword, and an SUV behind him? Some sort of an eccentric hero, to judge from his words. But Victor has been on the wrong side of the law for a long time - ten years. Long enough to be well accustomed to the associated challenges. People who try to stop him for one reason or another is only one of them. And it's because of this experience that he gets the sense that perhaps there is more to this situation than a man with a sword. Which is why he puts on his HUD. He's actually more accustomed to wearing his HUD whenever he's in his suit than he isn't, but he wears it much less often when he's around Nora - it obscures his eyes and the red glow it produces might be considered scary to some. But intimidation is not its purpose - its purpose is to effortlessly provide him with all the information he could want about his suit and what the sensors on his suit tell him about his surroundings. Information like the fact that there's a number of men scattered in the darkness, their forms undetectable to his naked eyes but quite visible to his heat sensors. But though they might not be able to hide from his sensors the way that they've spread themselves certainly makes it impossible for him to shoot them all at once. And he can tell by their movements and the way that they've positioned themselves that these are not amateurs when it comes to combat. Well, this changes things somewhat - this is not just a man but a well-coordinated group. Which changes his own strategy somewhat. If he was challenged by one fool, he'd have been practically forced to respond quite... aggressively. All that he wants right now is to get Nora safely home, but if he backs down from such a clear challenge, it would damage his reputation. A reputation that he maintains not because he actually cares, but because it becomes a safety hazard to let it slip. People who are too intimidated by your reputation to stand up to you don't stand up to you - people who think that you might be starting to slip because they heard that you backed off from a weakling do stand up to you. So for the sake of being left alone as much as possible, he can't look weak. Avoiding a fight with someone who might be able to put up a decent fight, on the other hand, doesn't seem so weak - and this gives him more options. For example, he can attempt to talk his way out of it. And since he has no idea who this person is, and with Nora potentially in danger, he's very much inclined to avoid a fight if that proves to be possible. "I have no idea who you are and we have no reason to come with you. And I do not, to my knowledge, have any quarrel with you - and my wife most certainly has had nothing to do with you. You have no business with us. If you attempt to take us by force, you will be walking on very thin ice," he states, his demeanor exactly the one that he's infamous for - no trace of humor, fear, or any other emotion, really, not even in his voice.
Victor doesn't have to try to be intimidating - he just is: between the appearance of his suit, his reputation for being totally lacking in compassion or any other feeling for that matter, and the fact that his manner now seems to confirm this - because even though he's attempting to settle this verbally, his wife is involved, and the slight turns of his head after putting on his HUD hinted that he's aware of everything around him he doesn't look even slightly nervous.
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Post by Nora Fries on Mar 27, 2016 23:42:54 GMT -5
As Victor left the van, Nora shuffled over to the doors to peek out onto the street. Perhaps it might have been wiser to remain far from them, taking shelter toward the front of the van, but how could she simply sit and stay idle while her husband was in danger? No, she would be near. Her heart fluttered in her chest like a caged snowbird, and she grasped her chest to quiet. Nora was frightened. Worried. Anxious. But what sane person wouldn’t be in a situation like this? Still, she needed to remain steadfast and not do anything foolish. She needed to put her trust into Victor. Something that was actually rather easily done, though doubts did fester in her heart.
Doubts that only thrived as Nora spotted an unfamiliar man standing in the middle of the street. His eccentric garb and sword only increased her agitation. Victor hadn’t mentioned a rogue with a description quite like this one. Most he had described would have…stood out a bit more. But surely no random thug would have ridden them off the road. And he certainly seemed to know who they were. As well as her husband’s reputation as a rogue himself.
The man seemed to be alone, but that did not put Nora at ease. Her Victor was a scientist. And although the years might have changed him, and circumstances may have forced him to become a criminal…Nora couldn’t imagine Victor fighting this vigilante. He would be so slow in his suit. With his movement impaired like that…that sword…Nora shook her head to clear those horrid thoughts away. No. No. She had to have faith.
That being said…there was no reason as to why she shouldn’t look for something to defend herself with, or, at the very least, be able to spring to her husband’s aide. Nora was not about to watch her husband get butchered by a sword wielding maniac. Casting her eyes about the back of the van, Nora searched for something...sturdy. Something she could use like a club would be perfect.
Her eyes flicked back to the outside of the van as Victor addressed the unidentified man. Victor was wearing his red HUD goggles now, which obscured his wonderfully clear blue eyes. The red glow it emitted certainly struck Victor as an imposing figure. Nora would have been quite startled if she had first awoken to that. But he was still her dear, sweet Victor, and she loved him regardless of his appearance. She always would.
Victor was trying to talk the man down, which set her a bit at ease. Perhaps a confrontation could be avoided entirely. Still…best to not take any chances. It was then that Nora’s eyes alighted upon it. Well. It was pinch more than a club, wasn’t it? Taking her find in her arms, Nora held one of cold guns issued to Victor’s employees. Yes, quite a bit more than a club, and it would serve her just as well. She only hoped that it didn’t have that much recoil. Nora hadn’t much experience handling guns in the past, much less cold guns.
The gun was slightly unwieldy and tugged against her pale blue sundress. She set it down on one of the benches and adjusted her dress, thankful that her hair was pulled away from her face by a barrette of a dove. The dress came down to just above her knees, was loose-fitting, and quite comfortable, but she wanted to be sure it wouldn’t be in the way. After a few quick adjustments, Nora hefted up the cold gun once more and shuffled over to the doors once more.
She concealed her body and the gun behind it, leaning her head out to peer into the street once more. The outer calm of her husband comforted her, relieving some of her own nervousness. It reassured her that they might escape this encounter without any violence and simply return to their home. She wanted nothing more than that.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2016 3:05:25 GMT -5
Whether the target before him showed himself to be absent of fear or teeming with anxiety for the coming bout was irrelevant for the conclusion reached would ultimately be the same and Mr. Freeze will just be brought kicking. In all honesty he expected and hoped for no less from the Snowman for if his reputation was anything to go off this victory would prove to be a trying and rewarding experience, another notch in his belt and another step towards peace in Gotham. And so without further a due the Demon lifts a gloved hand and clenches his fist, signalling his men to begin tonight's entertainment. Though it was clear to see that Mr. Freeze held the technologically superior position in the fight, that was all he had to ensure his victory where as the League stood with greater numbers and the benefits given from a sudden surprise attack.
Light refracted from the edge of his sword as Ra's twisted the pommel as he moved into an attacking stance by bringing the blade up close to his body. It could be argued that a melee weapon as obsolete and impractical as a sword would be off little use in a fight like this where distance was the greatest factor but of course Ra's had no intention of staying this far away from Fries. And so with a lull in his breath, as the heart in his ancient chest skipped a beat, the man with the sword began to move with a great amount of speed towards the other vehicle and the only other person standing out in the open. From a pouch on his belt he pulled a small cluster of thimble sized balls that had been primed to detonate on the journey over here for they were explosive in origin; not enough to do any real damage but enough to stir up a second long distraction, enough for him to make his move. With the flick of his wrist he threw them towards the gargantuan metal man before him and they exploded with a small yet loud and concise spree of bangs.
As this happened, A bolt shot out from the woods in the direction towards the front of the van, striking through the door window and hitting the poor thug who had been picked out to drive the two lovers out on their evening trips. Another two arrows fell down into the side of the van, one piercing the metal itself and the other lodging itself in the front wheel, lowering chances of a quick getaway. By this time Ra's had made some way towards his foe, ready for Freeze to open up on him with the weapon that he had aimed in the grip of his metallic hand. One hit and he would be incapacitated so it was of vital importance that he kept moving at all cost. All he had to do was dodge him for enough time so that his men could move into position and then the fight would be at an end so of course he gave himself the most dangerous and essential of roles.
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Post by Victor Fries - Mr. Freeze on Apr 7, 2016 2:37:25 GMT -5
A cold gun, whether Victor's own or one belonging to his men, is an unusual weapon. And not necessarily the easiest to wield - especially the version used by Victor himself. The ones that he gives to his men are much easier - they're designed to run on limited power and end up not being that different from a shotgun. Anyone could just pick one up, fire it, and - though aiming it would be difficult - to a certain degree aim doesn't matter, especially in close range, because it covers an area greater than a single bullet. His own gun, on the other hand, is much more powerful. And more difficult to use - partly because it can be used in many different ways and it takes time to learn which method is the best for which situation, and partly because the recoil with it is very strong and yet different in how it affects the user depending on how it's being used at the moment.
Fortunately for Victor, he's had ten years to refine the device and master it. He's a crack shot with it, in fact - the ice it fires lands exactly where he wants it to, and without much thought on his part. No, the real difficulty is in knowing where, exactly, he wants the ice to land. But even in this he has quite a bit of experience - Batman never holds still when he's fired at, after all. It was dealing with him that caused Victor to develop his best techniques, all revolving around a two shot method. First you fire a single shot, which of course is dodged if the person you're firing at has any chance of fighting you at all. But dodging the shot requires a sudden burst of movement - one with a lot of momentum behind it.
And the thing about any object with a lot of momentum is that it's difficult to change its trajectory - meaning that it isn't as difficult as it could be to guess where it will be in the time it takes for a second shot to get there. Especially if that object is foolish enough to try to jump - unless someone possesses some sort of superhuman or magical ability, changing the direction while you're in the air is not simply difficult but impossible. For this reason, Victor's gotten in the habit of aiming for the lower body on his first shot - it encourages such mistakes. There's a reason why Batman rarely tries to simply fight him anymore, instead preferring tactics more reminiscent of hide and seek.
The moment that the other man indicates that there will be no peaceful discussion, Victor attempts his two shot tactic, though the explosives thrown makes that more difficult. Not because they're as effective as their thrower probably intended them to be - his suit protects him from more than just the temperature, and he doesn't have to spare a second thought about such small explosions. It does, however, make him have to guess where the man will move for his second shot. It's an educated guess, but less accurate than he would have otherwise been.
Still, what happens next makes it difficult for him to pay any attention to the sword-wielder. Not that he really cares much of anything for his driver. He's a good employee, and it will be annoying to have to replace him, but it's not like he was emotionally attached to the man. The arrow headed for the tire doesn't trouble him either - he's not the type to run away. At least not in any situation where a vehicle is a necessary part of it. But the arrow that lodges itself into the side of the van? That's different. In an instant he's turned himself away from the swordsman in favor of attacking the man he can see with his HUD who would seem to be the source of that particular arrow based on the trajectory it had been travelling with another double shot.
But this time his second shot isn't one burst but a continuous stream that he quickly sweeps from one side all the way to the next until he's covered all directions where his enemies are lurking. At least, those he can fire at without risking hitting the van, anyway. Once he's done so, he sweeps back in the other direction. This is yet another of his tactics - it's not necessarily very effective at hitting his enemies if they are skilled dodgers because his movements are rather predictable, but it does tend to be effective at getting them to not come too close. It's hard to make forward progress when you're dodging sideways. Of course, he's hoping to do even better than that and force as many of them as possible to either flee or hide behind something, especially those in the area where the arrows were coming from.
In all of this he doesn't make any particular attempt to single out the swordsman - as of yet he's not made himself seem like a more important target than the others. Unlike the one who dared shoot an arrow anywhere near Nora - that is how you get singled out by Victor.
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Post by Nora Fries on Apr 15, 2016 11:28:04 GMT -5
Nora yelped as something connected with the side of the van, causing the driver to cry out in pain. She turned slightly to look back at him when two more dull thunks reverberated through the van. One very much sounding distant, and the other quite near. How near frightened her. She noted the protruding point of an arrow embedded in the side of the van wall. Arrows? The man that she had seen had no bow nor time to shoot one if he did. That meant…that meant there were others?
Shaking her head, Nora moved over to the man in the driver’s seat. No time to worry about that. Perhaps there was something she could do for this man. A window separated them and did not allow Nora the best view or access to him however. Though from what she could see, she could tell the man was not long for this world. The arrow had pierced his abdomen below the rib cage. Such an injury would be tricky to treat normally, but circumstances wouldn’t allow her to treat it in any case. The arrow was also lodged in the door still, which meant its removal would be complicated if Nora were even able to get to it.
Covering her mouth with one hand, Nora turned away stricken with sorrow. There was nothing she could do. Or…was she just too afraid to do anything? Glancing at the arrow in the side of the back of the van, Nora bit her lip. Maybe…if she approached from the other side…using the van as cover…She might be able to help.
Gripping the cold gun with both hands, Nora shifted over to the back doors of the van, peering out cautiously. The man with the sword was moving in quickly toward Victor, but he didn’t seem very concerned with that. Victor was shooting his cold gun off into the woods at some unknown enemies. She paused for a moment, slightly in awe of her husband. Was this really the man she married? He was completely fearless and quite gallant. The sight both comforted Nora and inspired her. He most certainly would protect her, but Nora needed to do her part.
Taking a deep breath and steeling herself, Nora hopped out of the back of the van, cold gun in hand and hurried over to the passenger side of the vehicle. She caught of flash of movement in the corner of her eyes and whirled around, pulling the trigger of the cold gun. It bucked against her, almost making her drop it and bruising her shoulder. Nora had never handled a gun before, let alone one as unusual as this. But after a moment’s recovery, she whirled around and tugged at the door handle. To her dismay, she found it locked.
Her eyes going wide with fear, Nora turned back around and pressed her back to the passenger side door, cold gun pointed haphazardly in front of her. Shapes and flashed of movement darted about in her peripheral vision and fear clouded her gaze. Nora shut her eyes as they seemed to close in all around her. “H-help me!”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2016 14:15:44 GMT -5
If the secret to victory in battle was to abuse the weakness of the enemy then unlike Victor, Ra's knew exactly how to finish this fight as effectively as possible for he was afforded the factor of knowing ones enemy. The Snowman knew very little about his attackers, only that they were indeed enemies to be fought where as Ra's and his band of men had studied their prey well, had tracked their movements for some time and had evaluated their weakest point. And clearly the weak link is the most important for Victor; Nora herself. For a man who has turned to crime and has killed dozens in a mad dash to save his Wife, there was likely nothing that he wouldn't do to ensure her safety and it could be wagered that if her health relied on him putting down his weapon then he would make the sacrifice. If not then this would become a far more drawn out engagement.
From the start Nora was the target, place hands on her and Victor will stop. So as the Demon himself took to distracting the walking colossus of machinery it was down to his fellow Assassins to reach her and bring a brief conclusion to their mission. The use of the explosive powder wasn't intended to do any real lasting damage, rather it was used to create a small window of opportunity so that he could safely reach Fries himself. Before Ra's could bring his sword into use the ice weapon had already shot wildly out into the breakage of trees to the side of the road, aided by the targeting system of the suit's HUD display. A scream ran out from the darkness, the last call of a man snuffed out in a heartbeat as his throat was seized with the cold embrace of ice. Through sacrifice victory is achieved. Every second that the weapon is aimed away from Ra's the more time he has to take on the man himself.
There would be little to no point in him blindly hacking and slashing at his target for two reasons; he did not intend to murder him and if he was trying his finely crafted blade would only lightly scratch the advanced armour Freeze wore. Though the Demon's blade was as superb a specimen possible when it came to ancient art of sword crafting, the balanced edge of the centuries old scimitar was no match for the technology Fries was boasting so a more precise form of attack would be necessary. Even the most perfected suit of armour requires the ability to move: breakages in the plates to allow for the shifting of limbs. A suit of armour in modern day society has to hold the same basic principles that it did five hundred years ago and if anyone could claim to have experience fighting "knights" then Ra's would be the one to do it. Another call shot out from the darkness but this time from the direction of the Van, a woman's terrified voice. With the hope that that sudden outburst would catch Victor's attention, Ra's brought his sword down towards his inner elbow where a slight space existed to allow for arm movement.
Meanwhile the team of League operatives continued to make their way through the bush and over towards the vehicle, placing fresh arrows in the arms of their bow string, ready to attempt an attack on the wife.
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Post by Victor Fries - Mr. Freeze on Apr 23, 2016 4:41:53 GMT -5
Though Victor does not yet know that the men he is fighting are targeting his wife as his weakness, that fact does not make this fight much easier. Whether she's being targeted or not, his wife is his first priority and concern - she may be his weakness but he guards her carefully. Of course, that task would be much easier if she would have remained in the van, but though he hasn't the slightest idea what she's attempting to do (and would consider her actions to be quite foolish if he did, as much as he would also remark upon her bravery) he's not going to let that cause a lapse in his defense of her.
But even as he takes a certain grim satisfaction in the sound of the man who dared to fire an arrow that landed near his wife cry out when his aim lands true, he notes that the swordsman has used this distraction to reach him. And yet he still doesn't seem to be especially concerned by this. And he's not going to be concerned as long as he's facing a man holding a sword. Yes, it appears to be a well-crafted sword that is as strong as such a weapon can be, but it's still a sword and Victor's dismissiveness to them isn't merely cockiness on his part. The suit that encases him is made of an advanced acrylic - just as strong as steel but lighter and not magnetic. (You'd be surprised by just how often being magnetic is a problem.) A mere sword is of no use against them.
Of course, it's true that his suit is not one solid piece - otherwise he'd be unable to move. However, the man he is fighting is wrong to assume that his suit is so similar to technology that is five hundred years old. Victor is nothing short of a genius when it comes to mechanical engineering, and with all due credit to the craftsmen in the era when men encased in metal, he had modern materials to work with using modern techniques. The seams of his suit are fractions of a millimeter in thickness, and his joints are protected by a series of small, overlapping plates that provide pretty much the same amount of protection there as anywhere else without sacrificing much movement. An armorer hundreds of years ago didn't have the ability to make plates that fit so perfectly together as to make this possible.
But this is why, when Victor hears his wife's voice crying out to him, he considers the attack on his arm immediately after to be a mere nuisance. Though the sword's aim for an apparent gap in the plates strikes truly, it simply clangs off of the small plate underneath that fills in the gap. Victor is accustomed to fighting a weapon much worse than a sword - batarangs precision-thrown by a man with a level of technological skill not that far off from his own, aimed at any part of him that might prove to be a weak spot. It's become a matter of survival for Victor to have no weak spots - or to at least minimize them and keep them from being easy to deduce.
"Nora!" he answers her cry, though first he takes a heavy swing at the swordsman with his fist. His suit prevents him from moving too quickly, but the increase to his strength more than makes up for it. If the man on the receiving end fails to dodge the blow, he'll find himself being flung about by the brutal strength of a machine, not a man. But whether the blow connects or not, all that Victor wants from it is to get the man away from him and to rush to Nora's side.
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Post by Nora Fries on May 18, 2016 21:15:12 GMT -5
Victor’s voice rang out in response to her own, but his help would come too late. The assassins in the dark had already drawn their bow strings taut, arrows cradled and pointed at Nora. Fear ruled her. Her eyes shut tight against the world, Nora pulled the trigger of the cold gun. It bucked hard in her grasp. Much harder than she could have anticipated. It knocked the wind from her, shocking her eyes open as it kicked her back against the vehicle. The cold gun’s spray was easily evaded by anyone with enough distance from Nora, which was all of the assassins.
Nora had never handled a gun before, much less something very similar to a shot gun. She was not remotely prepared to aim or handle one, yet it had done little to stop her from trying. There had been no need before when he husband was a simple researcher. Athletic though she might have been before, right now, she was a woman recovering from a very serious illness as well as a defrosting after a ten year cryogenic nap. Not to mention the situation! She was frightened, not only for her life, but of her husband’s too. She did not know that he had been through much more intense battles or more dire straits, and how could she, really? To her, the gentle man that she had married – a crime lord now, but still her Victor – could never have gotten himself into such a random, dire predicament. Why did this madman want them? He had specified her husband and herself specifically. She couldn’t. She…! The beginnings of tears stung her eyes.
The gun slipped from her grasp as Nora rubbed her shoulder, pained. It was only when she heard the twang of bowstrings did her eyes widen as she fumbled with the unwieldy cold gun. “Ahhh!” A scream issued from her lips as an arrow whistled past her shoulder, embedding itself into the side of the vehicle. One whistled past her waist, catching the fabric of her dress, piercing both it and the side of the car. Nora reached over to tug the arrow free, but as she did so, more arrows descended on her. The sleeve of her dress caught. The shoulder of her dress caught.
The assassins’ aim was not to kill, but to subdue, and Nora’s panicked motions were predictable as prey so often was. Hopelessly pinned down, Nora had no choice but to try and tear herself away, modesty be damned. Assassins with bows covered those that slipped like water through the shadows toward the Snowman’s wife. “Victor!” she cried as she tore one of her arms free, the sleeve ripping, reaching for the cold gun in a last ditch attempt to defend herself.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2016 9:53:47 GMT -5
It would be fool hardy for Ra's to attempt to counter the heavy blow from Mr. Freeze's falling arm, a juggernaut that would require a being of at least equal strength to stop the attack in its tracks. Of course the Demon, who had some enhanced strength courtesy of the Lazarus pits' unearthly gifts, could display nowhere near the level of power that the lumbering iron man could so defeating him would have to fall to the array of other abilities at his disposal. Agility would reward him with a killing blow when the opportunity would present itself and the harking of Nora that broke through the late night air would offer such a chance. As Victor turned with this all or nothing swing the Demon merely bobbed down below the metallic arm and levied the blade that he carried in his hands through towards the shifting plates at the elbow, slashing through the weaker area of metal some what. It would do little lasting damage to Dr. Fries and even its momentary benefit was negligible but as long as it served to distract him then it served a purpose.
In a spritely fashion Ra's yanked back the sword and proceeded to heave his way some what up the back of Freeze's suit, pulling himself up by pressing one of his feet on a piece of metal that stood out on an angle while supporting himself with his one free hand. It took him only a few seconds to secure his position as he held on for dear life as the towering figure of steel and wires attempted to throw him off onto the cold waiting embrace of the tarmac. With a few jabs of the blade he brought the sword down into areas of the back, knowing that no true damage could be done with such a rudimental weapon but if he could allow his men to carry out their own objective then it wouldn't need to be effective.
Behind the van, two men bypassed their fallen ally, their thumbs releasing the contort string bent under finger, projecting the arrows into the side of the vehicle with the hope that this would intimidate her to the point of surrender. Even though they had just witnessed one of their own be murdered before their very eyes by no less than a female criminal accomplice they held true to their orders and refrained from taking her life which they could at any moment. They did this for they knew that their role in the crusade was but a small tooth in the jaws of the beast, their lives but flashes of sand on a beach before their lord and master: Ra's al Ghul. Fuelled with the acknowledgment that their actions would propel a greater cause they stood true to their convictions and continued to encroach Mrs. Fries. However upon seeing that she aimed to utilise one of the near by freezing weapons again they picked up their assault and moved in to apprehend her. They split up to either side of her so that her focus would be broken between the two, crawling up within meters of her cowering self until they stopped in the light and made it clear that unless her weapon was lowered she would find herself an arrow heavier. "You are done, Aimra'a, cease this futile action." One called out, face masked by hood while the pressed fingers to his lips and whistled out to their master.
Dropping down from the hulking figure of metal and ice, Ra's readied himself in another attack stance but wagered that Victor would no longer resist. "It is done, your wife will be one with the Earth if you continue your foolish resistance. For the sake of the woman you love I implore you to agree."
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Post by Victor Fries - Mr. Freeze on Jun 19, 2016 0:19:54 GMT -5
While the man attempting to attack him may think much of his abilities, Victor does not. Considering the fact that he's been in a battle of wits of sorts with Batman when it comes to his suit for quite some time, he is confident that the man before him will find it nearly impossible to do anything to his suit that he needs to worry about. The ceramic plates are as strong as steel and well formed - the sword being wielded against them is completely unable to crack them, even after several blows. The more vulnerable parts of his suit like the wiring and the tubing are entirely contained within the suit wherever possible, and when it's impossible they're strongly reinforced. That doesn’t mean that his suit doesn't have any weak points, but it does mean that they require either an vast degree of technical knowledge to know where they might be, or an incredible amount of luck to hit on accident. With his wife in danger, the small risk that the man who is trying so hard to defeat him with a sword will actually manage to do anything significant is easily ignored - one doesn't stop to swat at a fly while a loved one is in danger.
Even the weight of the man does not slow him, as the servos in his suit add greatly to his strength. So he doesn't let any distraction come between him and his beloved. So he steps to where he can see his wife next to the van. Finding her pined there by arrows, he immediately turns his attention to the men responsible for her predicament. Both they and the man attempting to keep him from her seem to be under the impression that they've won.
However, it's instantly apparent to him that they mean to keep Nora unharmed even though he can see where they're aiming now. It is, after all, much easier to kill someone with arrows than it is to carefully hit the edge of their clothing. Therefore he assumes that they'll hesitate to do what they're threatening to do. And it would be one thing if they were positioned in such a way as to make it impossible for him to attack them without risking her, but instead they're presenting him with a relatively easy shot given the vast amount of experience he has in wielding his cold gun. So he takes advantage of that hesitation, their assumptions of victory, and their outright arrogance by ignoring the verbal threat and abruptly firing his cold gun at the men near Nora. With her fixed in place by the arrows and unable to make any large, unexpected movements, he actually feels quite confident in allowing the ice from his gun to pass very near her, which makes firing at the archers not that difficult of a shot.
Yes, it's perhaps a slight risk, but the risk from his perspective is indeed slight - he expects to catch them by surprise with his continued resistance. He's not going to back down to such a weak threat against his wife - he loves her more than life itself, but this isn't the first or even nearly the most impressive threat against her he's faced, and in fact this seems to be such a poor attempt that his anger at someone attempting to use her against him is compounded by his fury that he's having to deal such seeming amateurs. Just because someone has a sword and a few men who can shoot arrows doesn't mean that they should feel like they can face him. It's not about arrogance so much as he's simply aware that he is nobody to trifle with - and he feels that he is indeed being trifled with, and to make matters worse they've involved Nora.
With his goal being to eliminate the immediate threat to his wife, he completely ignores the swordsman for the moment. After all, that particular man doesn't seem to have been able to do anything much against him thus far, and yet the man also seems to be the leader of these people. It might therefore be advantageous to deal with him individually later.
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Post by Nora Fries on Sept 4, 2016 0:56:00 GMT -5
When one of her assailants spoke, Nora froze. Her eyes lifted to look at them to see that they did indeed threaten death. The fight left her body as she sagged a little bit against the van in despair. She obeyed. More out of fear than anything else. Nora did not want to die. She glanced over to the strange, sword wielding man as he delivered his ultimatum to her husband. What a frightful new world this was.
It only when Nora felt something sharply, bitterly cold pass her face did she look up to see a beam of ice shoot past her and toward her assailants. She started, but pinned as she was to the van, she was unable to move far. Nora did let out a little cry of surprise, however. She looked at her former assailants, frozen into perfect, blue statues of themselves.
“Goodness…”
Nora glanced to her husband, noting the man with the sword standing behind him. Yet…Victor’s suit was something of his own making. A suit of armor to keep him protected from the harsh conditions of the outside world. She suspected it would not break so easily. Looking down at her dress, she moved to extricate herself from the side of the van while preserving her modesty.
She began snapping off the ends of arrows and tugging her dress free. Nora wasn’t entirely helpless, now was she? No, Nora, of course not! She…she could handle this much at least.
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