Murderworld Endgame [modplot]

[letsgolegion]

Who| Everyone who signed up for Plot Endgame
What| One group takes on Arcade, the others take down the mercenary Tributes once and for all
Where| All around the arena
When| Day 3
Warnings/Notes|

Arcade had intended to allow the arena to last for 20 more days, but he wasn't anticipating the consequences of capturing the Legionnaires. That meant that his entire operation started to fall apart on Day 3 of the Legionnaires being in the arena.

Comments

[fantasmaniac]

He's back here again, and even though he's "familiar" with the place, it doesn't make it any less confusing to navigate. It's still full of traps, it's still noisy as hell, and it's still an unpredictable death trap of an area.

He can sense something lurking around, others nearby judging by footsteps, even through the loud clangs and echoes reverberating through and between the large metal beams. The tarp he'd been carrying around before is discarded, only equipping himself with his shotgun and the single round bazooka. Last resort. For whatever it is he might need it for.

[captainbuzzkill]

Dipper ran into the room looking anxious. He'd heard the footsteps too, and they'd been coming from behind him. They'd never stopped coming from behind him.

"We need to run. Something's following me -- it might be one of the mannequin things."

Then rhe footsteps stopped and Dipper froze in place, looking back in the direction he'd come from, worrying over what might come out of the dark.

Then, almost too fast for him to react, the Butcher flew out of the shadows, eyes glowing. The glow of his eyes was the only thing that saved Dipper from having his head caved in, because otherwise, the Butcher was just a blur.

Throwing up teke shields just in time, the Butcher punched them, trying to get through.

[murderworldtributes]

But Dipper isn't the only one in the room.

The Butcher turns to look at Reaper and Azula, eyes still glowing.

"I love it when you sheep are all lined up for the slaughter."

Then he starts blasting heatvision in their direction. Fortunately, unlike his superspeed, it's something that can potentially be dodged.

[blue_flame]

It's a good thing Azula has a fast reaction time, even without her powers. She manages to take in all the new arrivals and then dodge the Butcher's attack. Barely.

"What the hell is that?" she demands, her voice unsteady.

[fantasmaniac]

Reaper makes like the mist and gravity drops him like a blast of air. He billows out in a rush when the stream of lasers cut right through it. Again, fortunate that it wasn't as fast a super-speed.

"Detecting extreme heat," he mutters dryly, shoving aside any thoughts of betraying these unknown people for the sake of survival. More is better against the one enemy firing at them all. "Assume any and all projectiles to be fatal. Distract him."

He can use the walls and shadows and crevices around their area to his advantage, to slip into them and flank the butcher when he least expects it. At least, that's his plan. He tries not to lay out the details though, since that would put him at a severe disadvantage.