Out With the Old [modplot]

[letsgolegion]

Who| Everyone who signed up
What| The rescue of the NPC Legionnaires
Where| A movie studio in New New York
When| Takes place the same time as "Books of Magic"
Warnings/Notes| N/a

The studio where the Legionnaires are being held is swarming with supervillains. It's a trap, of course. But that doesn't mean they have to walk right into it. They have a plan, and now it's time to put it into action.

The Legion of Supervillains are expecting the non-native Legionnaires to be pushovers. They're about to discover just how crushingly, devastatingly wrong they are.

Comments

[jonesiseverywhere]

Casey can't resist a moment to preen. "Thanks! I get that a lot."

Yeah, she's a bad guy but it's not every day his opponent is a hot chick, even if she's a hot chick with gills and horns and grey skin and white eyes...

Nah, she's still hot, even with all that stuff. Anyway he never gets to really tussle with girls except when they're brainwashed good guys, and it's hard to pretend he's not a little bit pumped.

"You're gonna need a sturgeon by the time I'm done with you!" He bolts toward her as she dives for him, on his roller blades with his elbow outstretched and aimed for her solar plexus. A lifetime of street hockey has taught him how not to get checked, even when the checker gets pointy.

[shrimpudent]

The elbow catches her right in the chest -- and jesus, that is certainly a harder surface than one would expect, what the hell are trolls made out of? It does little to wind her but it's at least successful in knocking her aside. She only just manages to catch the tip of her trident and scoop it back up as she rolls to the side and back to her feet.

"Not bad, not bad!" Meenah grins despite the scuffle, swinging her trident back over her shoulders casually. "Why don't you ditch the heroe thing and hang with us instead, huh? Just think a the money. And the power and fame and stuff!"

[jonesiseverywhere]

"I could- Ow." The impact went straight up his arm and into his skull. Are those stars in his eyes? He drifts backwards on his blades as he rolls his shoulder out. "You work out or something?"

When there's enough distance between them, he tries again. "I could ask you the same thing! Being a hero is super sweet gig! If it's fame and power you're after, can't think of a better way then using your wicked awesomeness to help people!"

He shoulders his own hockey stick, tapping it thoughtfully. "Besides, whatever you got promised for doin' this? You gotta know that bad guys always go back on their deals. It's like some evil-doer commandment or somethin'"

[shrimpudent]

"Duh," Meenah says, arching a pierced eyebrow. "'Cept I can just fork the bad guys when they eventually try to screw me over. You heroeic types always carp on about how everyone's gotta be fronds and work as a team and blah blah blah. Lame."

Swinging her trident back down into a ready position, the troll girl drops into a battle stance, flashing those sharp teeth in a wide grin.

"So how boat this: you can beat it and maybe I'll give ya a cool title or something once I'm empress of this universe, or I can see right now if humans really do bleed mutant-y candy red."

[jonesiseverywhere]

"Sorry, but The Reaper doesn't settle for being a little minnow on your evil sushi bar! And it seems to me like if you're gonna betray someone, you shouldn't announce it when the cameras are rollin'."

Casey taps his stick on the ground three times, the universal symbol for 'bring it on.'

"You wanna see my blood, you'll have to cut it out of me!" Man, he is really killing it with these freakin' sweet lines today! He can match it with his fighting moves too.

[shrimpudent]

The grin slips, and for a moment Meenah just gives him an extremely flat look.

"Uh, yeah," she says, lifting her trident a little to show off one very pointy end. "That was kinda the idea, buoy. Anemoneway--"

Meenah lunges at him quite suddenly, thrusting with one end of the trident in a spear-like manner right towards his chest. Shit, this girl isn't messing around.

[jonesiseverywhere]

He meant he wasn't going to make it easy but he guesses he won't have a chance to explain that considering that it's go time.

Even as it takes a bit of the wind out of his sails.

He's pretty swift on his skates though, and he swings around to the side, forming a tight circle in an attempt to tackle her from behind.

[shrimpudent]

The thing about that trident to keep in mind? It's double-ended. Twice the stabbing for the same amount of grip.

His wheels let him dodge away far too fluidly, but Meenah only has to follow his movement a little with his head to see where he's going. And then she doesn't even need to turn around or readjust her trident to jab backwards at Casey with the opposite end, just as sharp and pointy as the other side.

[jonesiseverywhere]

Yeah, he figured he could get at her before she could stab but that's not going to happen. Circle was too wide, too slow, and pointy ends too easy to stab with. And now he's in a bad situation.

So he goes under. The trident is now a limbo pole and he can go low. On skates, at tackling speeds, he should make it under before she has a chance to get it into stabbing position.

[shrimpudent]

Casey dodges just in time, and Meenah still hasn't spun around enough to deal with him properly. Which means she certainly doesn't manage to dodge out of the way of the skater boy rolling at her at tackling speed. It's a collision of teenage boy to the back of her legs, and she yelps as she topples backwards over him.

"What the fu--!!" Whoops, and there's the wind getting knocked out of her upon crashing to the floor, limbs and braids and large pointy objects flailing everywhere.

[jonesiseverywhere]

Yes! Yes!! Yes!!! He totally meant to do that!

Unfortunately, she kind of fell right on him. And for a scrawny troll girl, she's pretty heavy, and pretty quick. He's never been good at math, but it's not hard to calculate that she can be up and in stabbing position before his wheels stop spinning.

So he grabs the trident and tries to pry it out of her hands.