Pokefan0234
Ka-Ra-Tay!
@Vamp - You know, that's where I got the idea from. 
But actually, the rabbit's a reference to the Rabbit of Caerbannog (King Arthur... don't ask =P) which was one of the most deadly creatures in existence.
So I kinda split up the battle into different sections in this post... Hopefully I didn't mess up anyone's ideas. x_x
=^= Houl =^=
The first Ravenous Bite landed without restraint. Houl latched onto the hybrid’s shoulder, immediately absorbing some of the creature’s energy. The hybrid stumbled back, perhaps in surprise, and knocked a strange device off of the motorcycle. A dull beeping sound echoed from the communicator, though both Houl and the hybrid were too preoccupied to notice.
To avoid collision with the bike, Houl released his hold on the hybrid’s shoulder, leaping backwards and falling on all fours a short distance away. He felt completely reenergized, empowered, really. Taking the energy he had stolen, he applied some of it to refuel his attacks, but left a small portion to the side for further use.
Collecting itself, the hybrid prepared another attack. “Please give up? The longer you drag this out, the more someone get hurt,” it said, still trying – and failing – to bargain with him, "If you will not give up, I make your dream mine as I teach you lesson about Bakus." With incredible agility, the hybrid slashed at Houl’s face. Houl let out a roar as the blow landed, sending a few of the coyotes running to a defensive position around him and protecting him from the hybrid’s follow-up attack.
Growling, Houl pawed at the wound, watching as a small pool of blood began to form in his hand. An attack like that could not go unpunished! He bared his teeth and prepared to break the mutant’s neck. But before he could, another super came into play. This skeleton kid – which was really the only way to describe him – was practically using his own spine as a whip, cracking it in his comrades faces. Houl growled; there wasn’t a single animal who actually liked a whip, and seeing the thing being snapped at his own pack made him seize with anger.
But then, before he could attack him, yet another super appeared, this one of the bird variety. "Allow me to introduce myself...” it said as it floated down from the sky, “I am Fallen Angel, a freelancer." Three supers in the same city? Houl could barely believe it; in most of the places he went, he had only seen maybe one or two, tops. Where were they all coming from? And worse… were there more of them running around? As much as he loved a good dinner of superperson, he wasn’t particularly keen on taking on three of them at once.
Suddenly, three bone-ropes burst through the skeleton kid’s chest. One attacked the hybrid, while the other two slithered over to Houl. They bound him around his arms and his waist, lifting him into the air. Struggling, Houl let out a roar, sending his troops into an aggressive position around the skeleton kid.
At this moment in time, the three supers had decided that a battle scene was indeed the appropriate time for conversation, and a series of “Wait… your on what side?” comments and a discussion on his obvious evilness and the hybrid’s obvious goodness (to be quite honest, either one of them could’ve been good or evil in anyone’s eyes, since he was quite certain that the supers had never seen him before, and vice versa.) Sighing, he proceeded to chomp into the skeleton kid’s rope of bone with a Ravenous Bite, (a feat unfathomable to most humans but quite routine to a super-carnivore,) and drain it of all the energies used to make it. A few quick seconds, and the bone-rope had disintegrated into nothing but brittle sands of calcium and anything else it was made of.
With the energy obtained from this Bite, Houl healed up most of the wound on his face – enough so to keep it from bleeding – and stored the rest as energy to be used in the future.
"Don't get me wrong. I'm still going to fight that wolf guy, seeing as how he's clearly evil.” Houl tuned into the conversation to hear the birdman’s words. “However, I will only attack the one who fights with bones if he attacks you. Now, whatever you say, chief, I'm going to fight him right now. There is a children's hospital further down, and I won't let him kill the defenseless children." What in the world was this guy going on about? Perhaps he should have listened to more of the conversation…
The birdman sauntered up to him, a cocky aura emitted from his stance. He seemed pretty sure that he could take Houl on single-handedly, what with his metal ninja-shuriken wings. Houl grinned at the thought; he had fought several supers who thought they had the upper hand because they had the comic-book version of a gun. One thing was certain; they didn’t do well with unpredictability.
"I am Fallen Angel.” The birdman said, announcing himself once again, “State your name, true identity unneeded."
Houl stared at him curiously, his head tilting to one side. “Neh-aim?” He sounded the word out. A name? Since when did he have a name? Only humans had names. His memory flickered to his past – a blurry reminder of his early fall into humanity. Maybe… he did have a name? If he did, he couldn’t remember it. Well… actually… there was that one sound he could make… but it didn’t qualify for a name. No, he didn’t have a name; just a sound. Hopefully that would do.
“Name.” Houl repeated. Grinning, he stood up on his hind legs and let out a howl. It was different from his Empathetic Roar, the howls that strengthened his party, called them to arms, or told them to retreat. It was a very peculiar howl, an echo that, if one listened closely, they could make out what could almost be a human word – incomprehensible and indefinable, yes, but a word. There was silence as his howl rose into the sky; not one member of his pack dared to chorus. As it faded off into the distance, Houl couldn’t help but smile. He felt happy; it wasn’t often that he got to introduce himself.
He stayed on two legs approached the birdman, his pack swarming around their new foe like a swarm of killer bees. Looking up at the super’s half-face, he couldn’t help but to comment, “You have two faces,” and then, after a pause, “how to you decide who will talk?” It really was puzzling him as to why only one of the half-faces seemed to move, while the other remained still.
The skeleton kid pointed a scythe of bone at him in was what probably supposed to be a threatening manner, but Houl hadn’t noticed. His eyes were fixed on Fallen Angel, as if waiting for an answer. To be honest, he was really waiting for a chance to strike… but an answer would’ve been quite fine as well. He figured that the talking half was probably the leader and the other one just helped with eyesight. He wondered how they managed to eat with two separate mouths.
"What's going on here?"
Houl’s head snapped in the direction of the voice. Unsurprisingly, two more oddly-clad persons had walked into the scene. One of them looked like walking carrion; he hid a growl of disappointment – rotting meat wasn’t as appealing as fresh was. The other was a cowgirl. His eyes landed on the whip at her side, burning in anger. Another whip? And just when he had gotten rid of the first one!
At this point, though, he was overwhelmed. Who was he supposed to attack? There were five targets to deal with, each one with their own annoying little quirks. He didn’t particularly like the idea of splitting up his pack, either. But what else was he supposed to do? His mind cycled through various tactics, looking for the right one.
In total, he had 8 coyotes, 5 wolves, 2 weasels, a mongoose, and a killer rabbit. He had smelt about 6 raccoons in the vicinity earlier – perhaps they were still there. That left him with a small army to fight against these supers; still, he didn’t expect he could take on anymore, if anyone else showed up.
Suddenly, he let out an Empathetic Roar, fueled by the energy he had stolen from before. His pack, now strengthened more than before, adrenaline heightening their senses, flew in all directions toward their intended targets. Joining them were 3 disease-ridden raccoons, growling with the signs of rabies.
Four coyotes bounded towards the hybrid, Detour. They were the fastest species; whether the mutant fled or fought, they would be able to keep her scent and run her down.
To the skeleton kid, Calc, three of the five wolves were dispatched, along with two coyotes. Their species was much stronger than the others, capable of breaking the bone the skeleton kid would likely through at them. The two coyotes were faster, however, and more capable of quick attacks.
To the two-half-faced birdman, Fallen Angel, the three raccoons approached. In the middle of them was the killer rabbit, the dastardly monster known for killing in a single strike. He was quite certain they could handle themselves against the ninja-bird, especially since their small stature would be harder to hit.
The remaining two coyotes, along with the two wolves, left to face the carrion. Coyotes would eat anything; wolves, not as much, though they were useful for shredding.
The two weasels and the mongoose left the scene to find other recruits, as well as to keep a lookout on the battle from before.
He himself would take care of the cowgirl. There was something about her that tugged at his thoughts; he couldn’t detect emotions in humans as well as he could with animals, but this one seemed more… open. Needless to say, he was intrigued as to why that would be.
The dispatched groups, including himself, left toward their designated targets, preparing to attack immediately.
Inventory (including animals under his control):
+ A few wolves (5)
+ Several coyotes (8)
+ Two weasels
+ A mongoose
+ An evil floppy-eared bunny
+ Three raccoons
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(OOC: If ya didn't get it at the time, Houl let out a howl when asked for his name because his name sounds like the word "howl!" Ain't that clever? XP)
But actually, the rabbit's a reference to the Rabbit of Caerbannog (King Arthur... don't ask =P) which was one of the most deadly creatures in existence.So I kinda split up the battle into different sections in this post... Hopefully I didn't mess up anyone's ideas. x_x
=^= Houl =^=
The first Ravenous Bite landed without restraint. Houl latched onto the hybrid’s shoulder, immediately absorbing some of the creature’s energy. The hybrid stumbled back, perhaps in surprise, and knocked a strange device off of the motorcycle. A dull beeping sound echoed from the communicator, though both Houl and the hybrid were too preoccupied to notice.
To avoid collision with the bike, Houl released his hold on the hybrid’s shoulder, leaping backwards and falling on all fours a short distance away. He felt completely reenergized, empowered, really. Taking the energy he had stolen, he applied some of it to refuel his attacks, but left a small portion to the side for further use.
Collecting itself, the hybrid prepared another attack. “Please give up? The longer you drag this out, the more someone get hurt,” it said, still trying – and failing – to bargain with him, "If you will not give up, I make your dream mine as I teach you lesson about Bakus." With incredible agility, the hybrid slashed at Houl’s face. Houl let out a roar as the blow landed, sending a few of the coyotes running to a defensive position around him and protecting him from the hybrid’s follow-up attack.
Growling, Houl pawed at the wound, watching as a small pool of blood began to form in his hand. An attack like that could not go unpunished! He bared his teeth and prepared to break the mutant’s neck. But before he could, another super came into play. This skeleton kid – which was really the only way to describe him – was practically using his own spine as a whip, cracking it in his comrades faces. Houl growled; there wasn’t a single animal who actually liked a whip, and seeing the thing being snapped at his own pack made him seize with anger.
But then, before he could attack him, yet another super appeared, this one of the bird variety. "Allow me to introduce myself...” it said as it floated down from the sky, “I am Fallen Angel, a freelancer." Three supers in the same city? Houl could barely believe it; in most of the places he went, he had only seen maybe one or two, tops. Where were they all coming from? And worse… were there more of them running around? As much as he loved a good dinner of superperson, he wasn’t particularly keen on taking on three of them at once.
Suddenly, three bone-ropes burst through the skeleton kid’s chest. One attacked the hybrid, while the other two slithered over to Houl. They bound him around his arms and his waist, lifting him into the air. Struggling, Houl let out a roar, sending his troops into an aggressive position around the skeleton kid.
At this moment in time, the three supers had decided that a battle scene was indeed the appropriate time for conversation, and a series of “Wait… your on what side?” comments and a discussion on his obvious evilness and the hybrid’s obvious goodness (to be quite honest, either one of them could’ve been good or evil in anyone’s eyes, since he was quite certain that the supers had never seen him before, and vice versa.) Sighing, he proceeded to chomp into the skeleton kid’s rope of bone with a Ravenous Bite, (a feat unfathomable to most humans but quite routine to a super-carnivore,) and drain it of all the energies used to make it. A few quick seconds, and the bone-rope had disintegrated into nothing but brittle sands of calcium and anything else it was made of.
With the energy obtained from this Bite, Houl healed up most of the wound on his face – enough so to keep it from bleeding – and stored the rest as energy to be used in the future.
"Don't get me wrong. I'm still going to fight that wolf guy, seeing as how he's clearly evil.” Houl tuned into the conversation to hear the birdman’s words. “However, I will only attack the one who fights with bones if he attacks you. Now, whatever you say, chief, I'm going to fight him right now. There is a children's hospital further down, and I won't let him kill the defenseless children." What in the world was this guy going on about? Perhaps he should have listened to more of the conversation…
The birdman sauntered up to him, a cocky aura emitted from his stance. He seemed pretty sure that he could take Houl on single-handedly, what with his metal ninja-shuriken wings. Houl grinned at the thought; he had fought several supers who thought they had the upper hand because they had the comic-book version of a gun. One thing was certain; they didn’t do well with unpredictability.
"I am Fallen Angel.” The birdman said, announcing himself once again, “State your name, true identity unneeded."
Houl stared at him curiously, his head tilting to one side. “Neh-aim?” He sounded the word out. A name? Since when did he have a name? Only humans had names. His memory flickered to his past – a blurry reminder of his early fall into humanity. Maybe… he did have a name? If he did, he couldn’t remember it. Well… actually… there was that one sound he could make… but it didn’t qualify for a name. No, he didn’t have a name; just a sound. Hopefully that would do.
“Name.” Houl repeated. Grinning, he stood up on his hind legs and let out a howl. It was different from his Empathetic Roar, the howls that strengthened his party, called them to arms, or told them to retreat. It was a very peculiar howl, an echo that, if one listened closely, they could make out what could almost be a human word – incomprehensible and indefinable, yes, but a word. There was silence as his howl rose into the sky; not one member of his pack dared to chorus. As it faded off into the distance, Houl couldn’t help but smile. He felt happy; it wasn’t often that he got to introduce himself.
He stayed on two legs approached the birdman, his pack swarming around their new foe like a swarm of killer bees. Looking up at the super’s half-face, he couldn’t help but to comment, “You have two faces,” and then, after a pause, “how to you decide who will talk?” It really was puzzling him as to why only one of the half-faces seemed to move, while the other remained still.
The skeleton kid pointed a scythe of bone at him in was what probably supposed to be a threatening manner, but Houl hadn’t noticed. His eyes were fixed on Fallen Angel, as if waiting for an answer. To be honest, he was really waiting for a chance to strike… but an answer would’ve been quite fine as well. He figured that the talking half was probably the leader and the other one just helped with eyesight. He wondered how they managed to eat with two separate mouths.
"What's going on here?"
Houl’s head snapped in the direction of the voice. Unsurprisingly, two more oddly-clad persons had walked into the scene. One of them looked like walking carrion; he hid a growl of disappointment – rotting meat wasn’t as appealing as fresh was. The other was a cowgirl. His eyes landed on the whip at her side, burning in anger. Another whip? And just when he had gotten rid of the first one!
At this point, though, he was overwhelmed. Who was he supposed to attack? There were five targets to deal with, each one with their own annoying little quirks. He didn’t particularly like the idea of splitting up his pack, either. But what else was he supposed to do? His mind cycled through various tactics, looking for the right one.
In total, he had 8 coyotes, 5 wolves, 2 weasels, a mongoose, and a killer rabbit. He had smelt about 6 raccoons in the vicinity earlier – perhaps they were still there. That left him with a small army to fight against these supers; still, he didn’t expect he could take on anymore, if anyone else showed up.
Suddenly, he let out an Empathetic Roar, fueled by the energy he had stolen from before. His pack, now strengthened more than before, adrenaline heightening their senses, flew in all directions toward their intended targets. Joining them were 3 disease-ridden raccoons, growling with the signs of rabies.
Four coyotes bounded towards the hybrid, Detour. They were the fastest species; whether the mutant fled or fought, they would be able to keep her scent and run her down.
To the skeleton kid, Calc, three of the five wolves were dispatched, along with two coyotes. Their species was much stronger than the others, capable of breaking the bone the skeleton kid would likely through at them. The two coyotes were faster, however, and more capable of quick attacks.
To the two-half-faced birdman, Fallen Angel, the three raccoons approached. In the middle of them was the killer rabbit, the dastardly monster known for killing in a single strike. He was quite certain they could handle themselves against the ninja-bird, especially since their small stature would be harder to hit.
The remaining two coyotes, along with the two wolves, left to face the carrion. Coyotes would eat anything; wolves, not as much, though they were useful for shredding.
The two weasels and the mongoose left the scene to find other recruits, as well as to keep a lookout on the battle from before.
He himself would take care of the cowgirl. There was something about her that tugged at his thoughts; he couldn’t detect emotions in humans as well as he could with animals, but this one seemed more… open. Needless to say, he was intrigued as to why that would be.
The dispatched groups, including himself, left toward their designated targets, preparing to attack immediately.
Inventory (including animals under his control):
+ A few wolves (5)
+ Several coyotes (8)
+ Two weasels
+ A mongoose
+ An evil floppy-eared bunny
+ Three raccoons
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(OOC: If ya didn't get it at the time, Houl let out a howl when asked for his name because his name sounds like the word "howl!" Ain't that clever? XP)
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