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Post by Killer Croc on Nov 15, 2011 1:56:55 GMT 1
Running straight for the man, Casey held a table above his head, ready to smash it over Sam as soon as he got close enough. But something happened, he watched as something strange appeared before him. The vision of it was kind of fuzzy at first but soon it would all be clear to him. Very clear. Sam had opened a gateway over a body of water, a river a couple miles away. But what he didn’t know is that the river was several feet higher than normal, do to the rainy weather in the past five days.
If it wasn’t for this Casey would have ran straight into the hole and fell into the river, but instead only a giant wall of water greeted him, throwing him back. The river was strong. He took control after being pushed back across the bar, swimming out of the main stream that was bursting into the club and pulled himself up on the side lines. Now besides the giant hungry crocodile, the people of the club had another problem, there was a large stream of fast moving scummy city water pouring into the place and soon would start to fill fast.
Casey glared at Sam from across the room.“You think a little water is going to stop me! You just pumped up my odds. You’re in my swimming pool now. Let’s hope you brought your floats kid.” He said and dived up steam swimming towards him.
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Post by Samuel Bishop on Nov 16, 2011 2:34:15 GMT 1
Sam was too intrigued by the young lady that he lost notice of the now quickly pooling sewage... It began to stink and then he felt the dampness of his pant leg... Then it dawned on him that the Croc would now have the upper hand. Now things were going to have to get physical if Sam stood any chance of survival, let alone the remaining club goers and straggling bouncers. He would need to find an outlet for the influx of liquid now at his waist. He needed higher ground for that though, but once again, he would need to get beyond the grasps and multi-snaggle toothed maw of the Croc.
He chuckled to himself thinking of the power he could harness to blow this Croc out of the way. However, he could hear his father laying into him to focus his thoughts on one task at a time. First get the water and people out of the club, THEN take on the Croc. He spied the spot where he had first seen the Croc and the young lady earlier in the night when they came in. He just missed the Croc's attack and because of it came up short of his mark; his fingers just catching a very small grasp of the upper floor instead of the banister. Here he was a "sitting duck" unless he could really MOVE and get up to the banister.
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Post by Killer Croc on Dec 7, 2011 3:19:08 GMT 1
Treading through the water, it wasn’t quite high enough where it would to cover his back but that made no difference how fast he made his way up the stream towards him. In the chaos people were still running around the place. The sudden arrival of a river in the club took everyone by surprise and several people got caught in the quickly rushing draft. Swiping across the water he grabbed a yelping bystander who was struggling to get out of the water and drug him under. He popped up and held up the man by the foot and raddled him around getting the hero's attention. He looked at the woman who he was supportable showing off too in order to find some sort of work.
“Lets see what this hero is willing to do to save these little welps.” He says and grabs the struggling, screaming man around the waist and feet, about to bit into the mans legs. He wanted to be humored before he started killing people.
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Post by Samuel Bishop on Dec 7, 2011 4:13:25 GMT 1
Sam pulled himself up just in time to witness Killer Croc snatch a clubber he had tossed into the air. The villain taunted him with notions of eating the bystander and Sam couldn't allow that, nor could he let the club continue to fill with water the way it was. So Sam went to work trying to devise a way to get the now frantic clubber away from the villain's gaping maw and seal the breech. He spotted a round table typically reserved for groups that appeared to be large and round enough to seal the flow, he'd just have to test-- Yep, he thought, it's metal and therefore heavy. So I will need to find a way for big and burly there to move it for me.
Then he went about his next task. Sam sprinted, leaped over the banister he'd just climbed, and slid off a nearby table. He picked up one of the knifes a security guard left and a gun that looked like it had armor piercing rounds in it.... This is gonna get messy.
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Post by Samuel Bishop on Apr 8, 2012 1:00:12 GMT 1
With a *SLASH*, Sam tumbled into the now quickly filling domain of this Killer Croc. He knew how to swim, luckily, but would doubtfully be a match for the prowess of this habitat's native. Sam took a couple crack shots at the Croc's head and made his way towards the source of the pool...
This is going to be a lot tougher than I thought.... I'm really going to need some help moving that table if I want to plug that hole, Sam thought. He turned expecting to be able to make a quick exit to something sturdy... and dry, but his jacket got caught on a fallen beam.
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Post by Killer Croc on Apr 12, 2012 2:53:15 GMT 1
Holding the distressed man in both hands, he watched as the hero tried to devise a plan to stop the opening which was letting the river flow inside the club. The water was already a couple feet deep, swirling madly and rising by the second. Soon the murky water would be high enough that Casey could swim freely around and snatch up anyone trapped in it.
“Well, Well! You really messed up Hero! You made all this so much easier for me!”
The water suddenly broke the glass barriers to the animals in the building. Penguins and seals now got swept away in the currant. Tables, chairs and bars started getting pulled into the middle of the club. Casey watched as people who could not get out of the club now started going up to the second level. Casey watched the hero climb upwards.
“Where do you think you are going, not trying to get away from me are you? I guess you don’t care about this man here. Guess I’ll take a few bites.”
He gave off a deep laugh and he pulled the man’s legs into his jaws, ready to clamp down. Just then he jumped down, expressing how messy it was gonna get. Casey snarled and tossed the man away. He noticed the knife and the gun the Hero had. Shots fired towards his head and with the water pushing and pulling at the heros body his balance and aim were off. One bullet nicked the side of his head and he snarled. Bullets usually only pissed him off. They were like BBs to anyone else.
“It is about to get messy!”
He pulled a knife of his own just as the lights in the building started to flicker on and off. He noticed the hero struggling; he seemed to be caught on something. The lights then went out and only shadows and the light from outside was all the lit the place. Killer Croc's eyes glowed in the dim light as they slowly went down and he vanished under the water. What would happen next, no one could tell.
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Post by Samuel Bishop on May 21, 2012 1:26:48 GMT 1
Sam slipped out of his jacket and floated to the surface just in time to catch a breath... He definitely needed to find a way out NOW. Forget plugging the hole. He desperately needed to save his own skin and that meant ditching the Croc, but he was losing ground fast and air supply too. This couldn't possib-, Sam thought and in that second the lights cut out, "I swim corrected." he muttered into the water.
He tried not to think about where all Casey could possibly be at the moment and focused his energy on achieving goal number one: Getting out ALIVE, preferably in one piece, but definitely alive. Sam caught sight of what appeared to be two dimly glowing lights and swam towards them thinking maybe there was one last power source he could draw from to blast his way out to safety...
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Post by Killer Croc on May 29, 2012 0:15:22 GMT 1
Watching the hero struggled under the water he laughed, maybe he would just drown, but that was no fun. The hero then slipped out of his jacket and popped to the surface. And the predator wasn’t far from him; he was waiting for right moment, instilling fear in him. It was his favorite game.
“You can’t get away from me litt'l man!!” He muttered under the water as he swiped his pant leg as a scare tactic.
Croc followed the hero as he treaded through the water and darted through the water a few feet under him, passing him with ease. He did a flip around, making his tail make a big splash right under the surface about 15 feet in front of him. It would make the hero think Croc was bursting up in front of him. But he wasn’t, Killer Croc slowly rose up from the water right behind him silently. The large creature glared down at the back of the heroes head as he rose up over him. He swung his arms together around the hero, in the act of putting him in a tight hold.
“Surprise! AH HA AH! Here’s Croc! ” The creature roared. “Let’s see if you are at least worth a good wrestle before I EAT YOU!”
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Post by Samuel Bishop on Jul 21, 2012 4:04:00 GMT 1
Sam was close to beyond help, there was very little air supply left, and he heard a splash up ahead of him.... He peered into the dark depths eerily reflecting the flickering of the magenta and purple hues of the club lighting. The Croc was somewhere up there, but it was entirely likely that it was a trick. All Sam knew was that eventually he was going to have to make his way out, but he was definitely getting tired. To top it off it was starting to show; his legs had started to crawl in a lazy tread that barely kept him afloat.
Suddenly he was clutched from behind in a bear-hug more akin to the constriction of a boa. This can't end well, he thought, nor will it be the end of ME! Summoning dangerously close to the last vestiges of his strength, Sam used the mutant ability he inherited from his father to blast a small hole into the nearest wall as he tried to kick his way free...
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Post by Killer Croc on Aug 17, 2012 3:51:17 GMT 1
In the clutches of the CROC! His arms were locked around him, it was a massive bear hug that no one escaped. Forcing his torso back and forth he thrashed the hero around under bone crushing force. He growled and snarled as he threw his weight around the water logged room tryng to make him go unconscious, even now he could kill him but he was showing off for someone, so it would soon. In attempt to escape it seemed the hero shot a hole into one of the walls close to them with his power. This, with the already failing supports from the massive amount of water flooding in, gave way.
The whole side of the building ripped apart, sucking the two fighting mutants out of the building and anything inside that was not attached. A river shot out of the building, taking out the line of people waiting to get inside, all the cars alongside the building and anything in its way. Losing his grip on the hero as he was sucked out, Croc quickly took to a streamline motion and rode the white water rapids of downtown Gotham.
“That lil’ shit, if he thinks he can get rid of Killer Croc that easy..” Croc muttered under the water as he shot forward through the cold murky water.
The water would soon dissipate and now the two were outside, it was dark and raining. Maybe the hero would have drown or got sucked down a street into racing traffic. Whatever the case, Croc rose from the water to his feet, his senses keened on pinpointing him. He was on the hunt and the hero couldn’t have gotten far from him.
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Post by Samuel Bishop on Aug 17, 2012 14:00:04 GMT 1
Oh Shit! Oh shit! OH SHIT!!! Sam thought as he felt the arms of the Croc begin to wrangle the life from his lungs, nearly leading to Sam blacking out. He could feel his brain starting to slip and his vision fading.... Then the course of the water began to shift suddenly rocketing the tussling pair into the streets of Gotham.
The second Oh shit! was as he quickly felt it all return along with the sickening impact of him hitting the gritty street. Traffic was not too bad... until he decided to try to stand... That was the last OH SHIT!!!, because Sam barely had had the air return to his lungs when an oncoming car began careening towards him, obviously NOT going the speed limit. He threw himself towards the now sopping wet clubbers that had been waiting to enter the since vacant building.
Getting aid from a few gentlemen, which was slightly odd for Gothamites, he grunted and grimaced in pain as he had to pop his right arm that he'd landed on, back into place. Trying to be quiet was the hardest thing at that point, as he let out a roar from the pain of having to do it himself. He needed to get out as quick as possible. He didn't know if the Croc was following him, but he wasn't exactly taking pleasure in the idea of standing around and waiting to find out. Limping quickly Sam pressed his way to his bike and started it with his left arm. Pressing the bluetooth button on his small "dashboard" as he pulled off, he tried to call Pete. Where was he??
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Post by Killer Croc on Oct 2, 2012 2:33:31 GMT 1
Did his prey turn belly up after the extreme water slide out of the club? It seemed his opening of portals wasn’t doing good and even worse the second time around. Instead of stopping Croc’s raid, the hero had done more damage than he could have. The club had serious flood damage and now half of the stuff inside had washed down into the street. Casey only chuckled under his breath as his keen eyes looked for movement as he staggered and lurked around the area. There were a lot of people’s voices and distressed citizens around with cars piled up and things washed away, he could easily snatch people up but he was hunting for the hero.
“Raa! Out of my way little man!”
Pushing a water logged and disoriented man with the back of his hand; he then turned hearing an out of place yell. Staring blankly he saw the hero limping from across the street. His eyes dilated and he went into kill mode; it was time to do some real hurting on him. Stepping out, with his attention tuned into the injured hero, he failed to notice the double-decker bus driving towards him as he stalked forward, claws ready. The bus driver hit the brakes giving enough of a second for Casey to turn hearing it.
To his surprise he got face planted by the bus like a giant bug. With his combined weight and strength he didn’t get forced away but was smashed into the front of the bus. The frame bent and glass windows broke and the driver was now within mere inches of razor sharp teeth. His claws grasping around the frame as the bus squealed back and forth, Crocs toenails screeched and scrapped across the pavement. Finally the bus into slammed into a Chinese restaurant sending Croc tumbling into a medley of buffet food.
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