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Type: Plot Winner: TBD Summary: Chinatown's illicit affairs had been the property of three gangs [X]. The Northern District's Korean's led by Madam Woo. IIpying Lao of the Chinese triad who ruled the Eastern Frontier & Port District. Miyamoto's Yakuza who oversaw all else with exception of the Central Business District. A neutral ground that all parties swore never to touch. This all changed with the resurgence of Fang Organization. Whose ambition and sheer might saw them claim the CDB alongside the Triads and Yakuza's territories. Tasked with both acquiring and overseeing these regions, M'sondaa relatively peaceful reign has been challenged. A no rookie hero has moved into his domain and started cracking down of the Fang's affairs. Thus, its falls on Duma to teach this overzealous man some manners. Lest the other gangs and villain groups grow emboldened. Terrain: Port Range: 10 Meters
The monochrome ambiance of dampened skies loitered with brilliant flashes of lightning and the mighty rumblings of thunder gripped Chinatown. With its monotonous splatter of raindrops against concrete and various maritime sounds buzzing about in harmonious rhythm. Their sounds gripping the port center whilst its denizens scattered about in bliss. It was night-time and all across the harbor, replayed scenes off port officials abandoning their posts to escape the drizzle. All except for the figure situated several hundred feet above ground & on the port's tallest crane. Ignoring all safety regulations, this man had taken to perching onto the crane's hook.
Ignoring the staleness of air and the caustic conditions, the man had taken to perching onto the crane's hook. Such was not out of want but the consequence of responsibility. M'sondaa's attention was directed at the vessels that roamed beneath the ports beacon tower. Yuelang Clan was expecting an important shipment from its Korean connections. The usual procedure was to have one of their underlings oversee the delivery from harbor to warehouse. Where upon Fang Organization would oversee distribution. However, the last two shipments had been seized mid transportation and disrupted a multi million dollar business. After breaking a few bones, M'sondaa's investigations all pointed to an external culprit. Thus, here he was, the emissary of Fang lying in wait in hopes they'd show.
It had been a few weeks now since Gilgamesh had been sent from his gorgeous palace of a home and into the filthy streets of New York. It was quit the opposite of what he was used to, but with a king-like hero such as himself paving the way for greatness, this city still had a chance. Seemed the professional heroes hadn't been doing their job well enough, or they just didn't care much about what was going on with the Fang Organization. Luckily Gilgamesh cared enough to rid the city of mongrels, thus he took on an undercover mission that put him right at the center of some of their plots. Lately Gilgamesh had scoped out some shipments that were to be delivered, but informed proper authority to shut the operation down.
Apparently there was yet another shipment coming through the docks of Chinatown, and the authorities wouldn't be able to arrive for quite some time. Definitely not soon enough. This was something Gilgamesh had to handle alone as a hero. With his custome made costume "King's Treasure" on, golden in appearance as the rain drops flickered off of the metal, Gilgamesh found himself leaping down into the frey.
"Hmm. Might as well stop where you are. Giving up without a fight can help this not end like your last two operations. I'm sure you'll enjoy jail without a beating rather than jail and a beating...."
The blaring horn from the docking SS Kaminari, had alerted M'sondaa it'd been an hour since his arrival. As the flagship vessel was scheduled for an 8:00 pm arrival. Yet, there had been no signs of this vigilante nor hero which lead him to ponder on the validity of his investigative information about this character. Bored beyond measure, he had resigned himself to withdrawing for the day. Yet, no sooner had he flinched forward than did a cleanly attired man step into the vicinity. His frame was slender bordering the starved. A perfect blend for for the feral eyes that pierced from his youthful visage. Arrogantly meeting him, he bore out his venom in a tone steeped of delusion and arrogance.
M'sondaa was not one for pleasantries. However, he was in an accommodating mood. Thus, he inched slightly forward, smiling ever sly as he observed the golden haired adversaries several feet below. What followed next was a sudden surge of magnetism. The African would crush and draw a line upon the ground several meters before the man. "Consider that a reciprocity and generosity to your offer. On your side lies potential salvation. In the form of a five minute head start from here. Cross that line and I consider you have accepted the terms of your fate....." Duma paused as lightning flashed and thunder roared and cast his figure menacingly, "....Death"
The rain dripped off of Gilgamesh's newly cleaned armor/Costume as he spoke out to the men at the docks. Immediately a nervous energy was given off by each and every one of them. Typically this was the reaction when in front of such a being as Gilgamesh, but after observing the faces for a split second, Gilgamesh could very vividly see he wasn't the cause of their sudden anxiety of the situation.
This sudden realisation was doubled over when some unknown phenomenon crushed the ground in front of Gilgamesh's feet, creating a makeshift line that yelled "stop". "Who in the hell DARES interrupt the King of Heros while he's doing his business?" Gilgamesh snarled as he whipped his body around to catch the view of the one responsible for this wretched action.. "Ah, so even a mongrel such as yourself are taught to speak in a nice fashion around these parts? At least you have something going for you, right? Either way, whoever you are, I'll allow you to flee with your pride, seeing as you've done nothing that I'm aware of. These guys though-" Gilgamesh had altered the gravitational fields around his immediate area in order to make his movements more elegant and King-like. His feet slowly lifted from the ground as he began to levitate at his own leisure; Arrogantly floating over the line created as a warning to him. As he did so he turned his back on the man perched on a higher ground than him, but wasn't ignorant about it seeing as he also created a gravitational field that allowed him to sense when anything neared his vicinity.
"Though.... I recommend you stop looking down on me from there.... It could very well cause a mood swing and you won't be going home...."
The man repaid kindness with trite drivel. Instinctively M'sondaa's psyche had screamed out and the Fang Emissary had to avert his gaze to the horizon. Ignorance was bliss and this poster child for white privilege epitomized it. However, upon casting his sight back to the golden haired fiend, he saw it. Several things gnawed at him in succession. First, was the counterfeit fake gold the man proudly donned as an attire. A pathetic attempt at evoking a sense of imperialism. What a sad existence. Moreover, in act of defiance, he had crossed the line. An absolute spit in the face of M'sondaa's hospitality. From a distance the Blondie had an air of grace but with now that they were close he was more crude.
From the bounce in his step and subsequent levitation to his adamant stone faced expression. Interestingly it would seem animosity for the man was equally placed on himself. For meeting his stern gaze the man had stopped and stared back in revulsion. An almost intrinsic hate bound them together. A hate both men seemed intent on settling as best as they knew. Triggering his latent electromagnetic powers, M'sondaa magnified his physical attributes. Thereafter levitating himself away from the crane. Yet, making a point to remain suspended several feet in the air. "This distance is symbolic of our powers and difference in class. You're the stray dog whose wandered into my domain. Allow me to show you....{MOOD}" M'sondaa declared as he gently flicked index finger down, his telekinetic power hurling several freight containers from the adjacent storage towards the man.
And just like that it began. The man wasn't an average man once you actually got to see him closer. Not only was he pretty bulky in stature, the rain violently bouncing off of his unnatural attire, but he also held a heavy pressure to his presence. This presence was something Gilgamesh couldn't ignore to be honest. It wasn't something that gave him any chills, or nervous feelings, but he found his heart beating a bit faster than normal. This was his first actual encounter with a Villain, so it indeed gave him a level of excitement that he hadn't felt in quite some time. Maybe it was the fact that he could fly also, so it gave him a sense of elegance and coolness? Nah it was something else, which he'd soon find out once they exchanged fists.
At this point Gilgamesh, whom was nonchalantly floating towards the illegal exchange at the port, not only felt but also saw the huge containers being remotely launched at him.
"Interesting....." Gilgamesh had uttered the words to himself as he threw a scouring look at the man from the corner of his eyes. With seemingly no effort at all, Gilgamesh flew towards the incoming crates, elegantly evading the first one by inches, though tapping it with the palm of his left hand. This caused this container to be effected by a mass amount of gravitational effects; Specifically the pressure of gravity around it would be amplified tremendously, thus causing it to crash downwards with great force. The next two came at Gilgamesh nigh parallel to one another, but his slim build allowed him to turn side ways and let them pass by, though as the containers flew past his face and back accordingly, he'd tap them with his hands to shift the gravity around them also. This time each crate would have the gravitational pressure lessened, making them rise as they flew past. Being very calculated with his actions, the containers rose in a speed and fashion that they'd undoubtedly be going in the direct direction of the unknown villain above and behind Gilgamesh.
"I'm assuming you're some caged dog eh? Well catch, since you're so interested in these things..."
The inception of Msondaa's attack had proceed marvelously. Yet, in the cusp of success, the freights movements had encountered resistance. For, the then nondescript hero demonstrated, bore his fangs. One that came in the shape of agile and graceful airborne movements. Proceeded by the sudden stream of an overwhelming crush effect. At least so he deduced as he watched the disruption in geomagnetic fields prior to a freight container crushing to ground. M'sondaa lips quivered and ultimately arched into a grin. As did the hairs on his arms raise. It'd been quite sometime since an opponent raw power and grace tugged at his inner warrior. Fang's Acolyte had observed in bated breath as this hero hurled several projectiles towards him.
Adamant in the superiority of his abilities, Duma remained unflinching. Instead concentrating his efforts on manifesting a five meter magnetic orb several meters above him. What followed was the sudden attraction of all non organic materials in the vicinity onto it. From the freights the man sent, the ground, buildings to parts of ships. All ripped and smashed together to sculpture one gigantic debris. Its warehouse sized spherical proportions looming over the port. Far from done, M'sondaa would trigger gamma and transform this sphere into a miniature sun. "No. I am the Lord who rules. You can call me M'sondaa. Consider that a reward for that last trick you performed. Now, I'd ask for your name but I figure it'd be something like Scooby or Rex. So....instead I'll give you something to fetch." At the utterance of those words the architect of chaos would raise and then motion his arm down to let loose the burning ball. "Welcome to Chinatown"
"M'sondaa....." Gilgamesh was glaring at the now named man, with his burning crimson red eyes locked on his every movement. This man was much much more interesting than Gilgamesh had originally thought upon seeing him. Now that he was actually interacting with M'sondaa, Gilgamesh felt a certain interest in him. Not him specifically. But his power. His mindset. His goals. What interested him the most thus far was the ability he was showcasing. The containers that Gilgamesh had redirected at M'sondaa were easily dealt with, and had seemingly become the epicenter of something that Gilgamesh didn't think was possible outside of his own abilities. M'sondaa had created a massive ball of debris that had been sent down and caught a blaze in nearly an instant. This was nigh memorizing to Gilgamesh as the flames flickered beautifully in his own flame like iris'.
"Well, seems I'll have to applaud your ability to put on a show, i guess... The name is Gilgamesh. King of Heroes. I think you're worth knowing that much, M'sondaa."
At this point the ball was nearing Gilgamesh with haste, but Gilgamesh floated towards M'sondaa as if he was simply dismissing the attack altogether. Once the attack reached him, he stuck his left hand out and touched the ball with his indestructible armor, once again effecting the gravitational fields surrounding the mass of debris. This field would halt any forward progress of the ball, suspending it in mid air as if it was weightless as a whole. Gripping the "weightless" mass, Gilgamesh continues to move towards M'sondaa until they are eye level with one another. Being a few meters a part, Gilgamesh holds the mass above him as he speaks to M'sondaa directly.
"What kind of power could a random mongrel possess that allows such feats? I demand to know what it is that I'll be crushing today..."
Chinatown's port had been reignited by the anguished wails of its fear plagued and distressed inhabitants. The locale was abuzz as its concrete households and metallic structures bowed to attraction and might. Duma's spirits leaped in satisfaction as the sheep-le below fumbled about. Their heat signatures flaring wildly about his electromagnetic senses. Despite the numbing madness of their cries, the architect of chaos had retained his wits. Ever so curious as to reaction of his opponent. Off in the distance, the scorching ball of death accelerated towards ground, its heat such that it induced smoldering effects upon the streets. Yet, once more M'sondaa was to observe his machinations culled by the blonde's own determination. "Gilgamesh..." he had professed as the undamaged man stopped the attack and ascended the heavens. As he watched the act transpire, the harbinger of Kisooma was for the first time impressed. This wasn't the petulant opposition from a flee but the defiance of a peer.
With the two at eye level M'sondaa clapped his hands. "Bravo. I was beginning to suspect your powers of flight had conditions to them..." The impromptu rumblings of thunder cracking in the distant rumble forcing him to raise his voice. "Apologies are in order King of Heroes. I stand before you a mere acolyte of the Fang. Though if its any consolidation I am the Architect of Chaos. A prestige which bestows upon me some Lordship." Suddenly, there was an expression change in the African, his tone deep and its delivery calculated. "See I..... hmmm...WE are not in the business of discussing my powers much less when forced to do so. That said, your desire to learn that which shall kill you has touched me. Gilgamesh, you're beholden upon the power of Electromagnetism. Nerfed as it may be, it is a Fundamental Force. One which allows me to do this..." Duma would snap his fingers and detonate the volatile nature of the sun Gilgamesh held. Forcing an explosion of such sheer magnitude that the entire neighborhood was transformed blinding white. He himself unfazed given his inherent immunities to concussive and explosive damage
"Conditions...." Gilgamesh scoffed at the comment. As if he'd be feeble enough to have conditions to what he does. He was free and freely did what he wanted. Probably why his family sent him to the damned university. He always felt a sense of Privilege that usually couldn't be understood by others. "Sorry, but conditions are something only lowly mongrels are unfortunate enough to have.." Gilgamesh paused for a moment to let his opposition finish what he was saying. He was eager to hear about what He was holding in his hand. This man made sun. As he listened with open ears, he was actually taken back by what the man said. He was in control of a fundamental force, just like himself was born with. Who was this M'sondaa really? This alone made him different than other mongrels. Maybe the most unique. Being caught in wonder by the thought of controlling a force like those, Gilgamesh let his guard down and BOOM!!!!!
Just like that the "sun" had exploded in Gilgamesh's hand, lighting up the docks like a fireworks show finale to end this rainy night... But this was no finale. Not only did the legendary armor "King's Treasure" take the brunt of the explosive force, but instinctively Gilgamesh had caused a "force" of his own to create an omnidirectional push. This gravitational push would stop the leftover damage from reaching his body, so it seemed. After the light dimmed before completely fading away into the night, and the smoke cleared, Gilgamesh could be seen still floating in the same place he was when M'sondaa had caused the explosion. His arm had received a bit of damage, which could be seen by his serious demeanor as he looked at his arm. "I was too slow for him? Pathetic..." The words were whispered to himself in embarrassment from actually getting harmed.
At This point, Gilgamesh cocked back his left arm, which had just been injured, and sent a straight jab to M'sondaa's chest; Aiming to completely cave his shit in. This was no ordinary punch though. During the swift process of jabbing his fist, he lowered the stress of gravity around his body, allowing the punch to move many times faster. Then directly before connecting, he'd enforce the punch with a mass amount of gravitational force, giving the punch much more destructive force and a shockwave-like impact as if he had inhuman strength (shoutout Augmentation technique). This was done with back to back punches, with Gilgamesh delivering dozens of them within a moment's notice as he drove his opponent through the skies of the docks. "You've got my blood going, M'sondaa!!!!!"
M'sondaa had lowered the adjacent magnetic fields, intent on commencing his descent as his attention was drawn elsewhere. The sheer magnitude of the previous attack had produced an explosion that rocked the the adjoining neighborhood. As alarm sirens blared in the distance, the African was content in his own offensive might. Of even greater importance was his own defense. Trapped in the heart of the attack, M'sondaa didn't anticipate survival much less an initiated counter. Yet, gliding from the confines of the dancing orange flares, emerged a beet red bloodied arm. Its blitzing speed outmatching the stunned M'sondaa's reaction and landing squarely upon his chest. At first, Ongpo's amorphous structure seemed up to task and absorbed the impact. However, this attack was of a different nature.
For in the seconds which followed the weight of a thousand moons acted upon Duma's chest. Theirs a pressure so malicious, it broke his respiratory function and compelled him to cough out blood. Where fascination had once existed, came the boiling river of rage when his pupil's locked onto the punches origins. Duma mulled as the athletic bodied Gilgamesh had commenced his flurry of punches. "This arrogant bastard. Did he hit me with his wounded arm to demonstrate even harboring injuries he'd still pressure me? In which case..." Regaining his composure, the harbinger of Kisooma, accelerated himself back, against the trajectory of Gilgamesh attack. Thereafter, exercising his latent speed to block and parry subsequent punches with one hand. His speed and strength up to par as both men flew across the vast skies. "Gilgamesh, if you wont stop holding back. Neither will I"
The first punch from Gilgamesh's flurry dug into the chest of M'sondaa with such a force that it would usually kill a mongrel that was on an average level of vitality. But of course M'sondaa was much different, as proven time and time again since meeting him on this rainy night. The punch surely wasn't ignored though. It had sent enough force into his chest to cause him to spit up blood, barely missing the legendary armor, which would have angered Gilgamesh to no end to have lower class blood touch his pride and joy. M'sondaa was immediately "sent" flying backwards in mid air, in which Gilgamesh pushed forward with his flight to continue his numerous blows. For a moment Gilgamesh had thought he had the upper hand, driving his opposition back while staying on the offense. Then he noticed it. M'sondaa was willingly moving back, probably to soften the impact of the blows; Something even Gilgamesh learned in martial arts. Not only this, but M'sondaa was using but a single hand to not only match the speed of his blows, but also overpower his attacks enough to parry them all. "Even my augmentations can't pressure him enough? Did my initial attack only land on the factor of surprise? What kind of monster is he really...."
Gilgamesh grit his teeth as M'sondaa spoke of holding back, and as his fist touched M'sondaa's hand once more, Gilgamesh activated yet another gravity based ability. He'd align M'sondaa's center of Gravity with that of the earth's gravitational pull and cause a "Gravity downfall" instantly attracting M'sondaa to the ground with haste and violence. This would look like Gilgamesh "shot" M'sondaa into the ground with incredible force, causing a small crater on impact.
Ominous booms of metal against flesh, resonated across Chinatown. Its sharp shrieks accompanied with the occasional thunderous flashes. Gilgamesh's pride and conviction was extraordinary. Occupied in neutralizing his chained punches, M'sondaa excitement rose with every strike. As the golden attired hero had concentrated his efforts at attacking him in a concise pattern. Always striking the same spot and wilting his defenses. However, it was upon the final blow that Duma would appreciate the man's efforts. A second or two passed before forces fired him straight down the docks. Everything around M'sondaa was blocked out whilst he sensed the energy tear through the air. Ultimately banging onto the earth and smashing his every being into submission.
As the effect waned, Duma found himself deposited within a crater. Several electrical sparks buzzed about and as he lay on his back, he grinned. Gathering his battered self, Duma dusted himself off and gradually rose to his feet. No sooner had he reached his 6'3 elevation than did he yell out. A deep primal scream that saw him swing about his arms to his sides. First the left then the right, each proceeded by the manifested bout of electromagnetic fields onto his arms. Shortly thereafter he tensed himself before letting lose from ground. The speed and pressure of his propulsion shattering the ground as he shot into the heavens. There existed a singular purpose guiding his ascent. To trade punches with Gilgamesh to his hearts content. This time he'd not hold back.
It was a battle of gods, if you had asked Gilgamesh himself. He hadn't felt a rush like this since beginning his training in his kingdom back home. Was this how every hero felt as they battled toe to toe with villains each day? If so, Gilgamesh definitely had to become a pro hero. He had to feel more of what he was currently feeling. Being lost in fantasies of future bouts, Gilgamesh almost forgot about his current opponent. The yelling from M'sondaa was drowned out at first but had gotten closer and closer before Gilgamesh snapped back into his senses. With M'sondaa beaming upwards towards Gilgamesh, he'd quickly create gravitational fields around his arms in order to pull debris onto them like a coating, creating weaponized arms.
"So, M'sondaa. Tell me, what is this 'Fang' you spoke of before? Is it whom you work under?" The word under was emphasized as Gilgamesh clasped his debris coated hands together and did a double hammer fist downwards; Aiming to knock M'sondaa directly back into his crater so that he can answer what the king had asked of him. Gilgamesh was indeed enjoying himself, but he also knew he had a job to do, and apparently this Fang organization was responsible for what was happening around these parts.
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