"You have no skill, no strength, to say you fight like a girl would a compliment." Slade taunted as his blow sent Reaper right against the wall. Deciding to make some enjoyment out of a normally unexciting battle, the mercenary allowed the lesser assassin to regain his stance, blood trickling out of his mouth as he gave a growl, lunging forward as he took many failed swipes at Slade, who avoided every blow with ease.
"You call yourself an assassin?" Slade asked with mock disbelief as his staff came back up, knocking his opponent back once again. "You're an embarrassment. An embarrassment to anyone who takes up the mantle."
"Don't you dare mock me!" Reaper roared as he sent a heavy blow at Slade who did block the blade, but received a foot in the gut, causing him to stagger backwards. Reaper moved forward, swinging violent blows at the older assassin, intent on smashing him into pieces with his heavy blade. Much to his surprise, he did not even come as close as to hitting a hair of Slade, but instead, got a foot right in the mouth as he was sent back again.
"Come on now. I decided not to use my swords. You should at least make this somewhat interesting for me." Slade quipped as he sent a flurry of blows at Reaper with one final kick that sent the assassin against a wall. "Get out of my sight. You're not an assassin. You're not a mercenary. You know what you are? You're a joke. I am not getting paid to kill you specifically... so why don't you take this time to get out before my less nice side takes over."
Seeing the older assassin turn his back, Reaper took one last time to lunge at him right at the assassin's back.
He spun around in record time, sending his staff right into his gut, causing Reaper to go flying backwards into the elevator shaft. An ominous beeping throughout.
Explosives?! Did he plan all of this?!
He didn't get to think further as the cable snapped and the elevator went falling down, the massive explosion shook the entire elevator shaft as the ball of fire threatened to pour in, just narrowly missing the opened way.
Chuckling to himself, the assassin pried the door open to the bridge finding the remaining crew members and the Captain who was in the process of lighting a cigar for himself. A few rounds of the desert eagle took care of everyone with the exception of the captain. Moving forward, the assassin approached the captain who's bladder just failed in containing his piss. Grabbing the cigar, he took it from the Captain before removing his helmet and having a smoke.
"My ship now." The mercenary said as he inserted the flash drive into the main computer. The last thing the submarine's former captain would notice was the sound of a knife being drawn. Lighting the cigar, the mercenary sat down for a moment before finding a way to get out.
The experiments have been released!
That wasn't the exact way Trudy had thought of her situation in her mind, but it was pretty close as she looked ahead at the man who was busy wrenching a maintenance pipe right out of where it belonged. Screaming like a maniac, the Mirakuru experiment lunged forward swinging the pole like a maniac, totally oblivious to who he was hitting as he knocked aside his own comrades like ninepins, hitting someone so hard that the pipe even bent a bit. When Trudy was his next target, the young woman was already ready. The gunshot was the last thing the Mirakuru injected soldier would hear as his body was dismembered by the power of a single .22 caliber bullet.
More of them would pour in however, and while her gun would come in handy, she would find herself out of bullets. Didn't matter. Raising her fists, she prepared herself as she sized herself up with the last two Mirakuru injected soldiers. One of them gave a loud, insane roar as he charged forward hitting right into Trudy's shield spell, and then her knife. Much to the young woman's surprise, a knife to the chest didn't kill him, but that hardly mattered as she found something that would. The lead pipe which someone had intended to bludgeon her with.
"Yes... yes... kill him!" The voice of Baron Strucker along with his image taunted on the screen. "You vant to save your sister fraulein?! Come on! I'll be waiting!"
Through the red haze, Trudy scarcely heard him as the second Mirakuru soldier charged forth and almost hit her upside the head, which most definitely would have ended poorly for the witch had she been the same person two weeks ago. Ducking down despite having hardly a window of time to avoid the blow, the young girl punched him twice in the ribs, the sounds of the bone snapping was hardly noticed by her as she leaped upon him, intent on choking the life out of him. His neck broke much sooner as the girl applied all her strength.
"Ah yes... you're so close now!" Strucker taunted. "Come! You think you can save your sister?! More I say! More!"
Clenching her teeth and growling, the witch looked up, groaning outwardly and seething inwardly as the massive wave of Mirakuru, Venom and Titan soldiers were literally dropped right out of a steel container. It could have easily gone poorly for her, being unarmed. But it didn't. Because the moment the container opened, a few heads exploded one after the other. Behind her, Bucky fired his sniper rifle, knowing full well that only headshots would be fatal. Regardless, he didn't as much as miss a single bullet.
"Trudy! Wait!" The Winter Soldier coaxed as he jumped down from his vantage point, the witch being totally oblivious to him and his words, only thinking about her sister and her kidnappers. There it was up ahead. The room that contained Chris.
Without warning, a steel door dropped between the hallway sealing Bucky right out and Trudy in.
"Hey kid!" A familiar voice called out. "Remember me?" Crossbones taunted as he prepared his two batons. The regular type, that were meant for beating someone to death with.
"How could I forget?" Trudy growled as she raised her fist and pulled out her knife.
Steve fired a few shots from his gun, grunting with grim satisfaction as he heard the two bodies drop, while besides him Erica had gotten her hands on a Fn Minimi, sending roughly twenty bullets a second at the entire room, each and every single bullet packing the killing power of cannonball. Anyone who wasn't behind at least something that had the protection of tank armor was turned into soup within moments. The bodies dropped to the ground, mutilated pieces of flesh that Erica did her best not to look at. Dropping the LMG, she scanned the room one final time, if they weren't dead, they were running. The sound of a gunshot confirmed Steve had indeed slain the final agent of HYDRA.
"Hold on!" Steve said as he watched Erica run over to the device which held the elements. Powering down the machine first, the Captain got down on all fours, scanning the area carefully as a police dog sniffed an area for evidence.
"What's wrong?"
"Schmidt wouldn't just leave his thugs to defend this... there might be explosives." Steve looked around, his suspicions remaining unconfirmed.
"You sure about that? He left like enough men to go fight a war. Besides... I don't see any mines..."
"When we're 70 years in the future kid, there's more than one way to set a trap." Steve replied as he looked at the six gems within their spots. Only one way to be sure. Standing far back, he flung his shield at the element of Magic.
To his surprise, it just slid out.
No explosion.
No shock.
No hidden trap whatsoever.
"What?"
"Hello! Captain America?!" The familiar voice called out as a man in a HYDRA uniform entered upon the upper level, looking down at the pair. "I see you brought Hartmann with you! Would you like ze elements of harmony back? You can have zem."
"What's your game Schmidt?!" Captain America shot back as he his pistol was aimed right for the head of the Red Skull.
"My game Herr Rogers? What game? I've von!"
"You? Won?" Erica smirked as she placed the elements into a sack. "Looks more like you lost. Your submarine is on a course to getting run aground and your men are all scattering and fleeing like Mäuse beim Anblick einer Katze."
"Ah yes... Frau Hartmann. My men... my submarine... my warmachine. But they longer matter. They matter about as much as those trinkets in which you are placing in your bag. You are friends with Gertrud? Or should I say Gerhard? He, and she, they were both like you. Fools! Unable to see the true power ahead of them! My organization offered Herr Barkhorn the powers of the gods! He turned his down like the fool he was."
"And you had him killed." Erica replied as she aimed her gun at the skull. "I think it's time you come down here, perhaps they may give you a military tribunal..."
"That'd be too good for him." Rogers growled. "Why don't you come down here so I can plant a bullet in your red skull?"
"As much as I vould like to beat you until you are nothing but a lifeless pile of flesh... I have more pressing matters." The Skull said as he turned around, but not before he pressed a trigger causing two containers to fall into the room. The sounds of the inhuman roaring echoed within as the Skull casually left the room.
"Oh for @#$%'s sake." Steve groaned as the two giants approached him and Erica. Raising his shield, he braced himself as Erica pulled out her knife.
"We got this."
"We got this."