The ‘Hellhound’ Roleplay

Atlas claps “I like these guys!”

“Ok, if you say so.” Malik pulls out his pistol, fanning the hammer in three successive bursts. Three bullets fly through the air and stop rigt at the face of Atlas.

Dragen throws the smoke grenade down at his feet and it only spreads around his body. Unbeknownst to the others he activates his Invisibility cloak.

James raises a hand, and sends the birds flying towards the ground, where they explode into a million pieces.
A random alien screams, fire burning his body as he runs out of the food court.
James glances at the alien, “... whoops...”

Atlas launches into the air, and laughs. “Smoke gets you nowhere, I can still see you,”

A deep gash appears on Atlas cheek and from somewhere close behind him a voice rings in his ears “Can you see me?”

Atlas laughs, “yup.” He kicks back, throwing the cat into a pillar and cracking the pillar.

James called over his shoulder to the feline, “I said he’s a little batty.” He said, “How do bats see?” He asked, then launched himself at Malik.

Malik laughs at Atles as he changes the mass of james sending him crashing to the ground.

James stumbled slightly, but he used his own mental power to throw Malik back as he dragged himself to his feet.

Atlas smiles and laughs more “This is amazing!” He picks himself up, flies and axe kicks the cat sending him into a table of now-broken aliens “but this weight is nothing”

Dragen lays by the pillar still dazed.

The smoke no longer billowed in place and in a flash the flying dagger launched itself deep into Atlas’s thigh, then dissolved into liquid mixing with his blood.

[ REMEMBER - YOUR CHARACTERS ARE NOT ALL POWERFUL AND MUST HAVE WEAKNESSES. ]

Atlas remains unfazed, and ties a tornequit around his leg, above the wound. “I love your weapons, I would love to study them.” He flies up to the rafters, and begins shooting at the cat down below.

Malik flys back hitting the back wall. “That hurt.” Malik got up and pulled out his other pistol, “Time to get serious.” Shooting at Atles, six shots rung out. Each shot wen around him taking his clothes, pinning him to one of the pillars.

James raised his hand, and the bullets flew away from Atlas and clattered to the ground. A smirk spread across his face and he let out a chuckle, “But whyyy?” He whined playfully, lunging towards Malik.

“We’re only playing around” Altas teased, “No hard feelings.” “James” Without warning, Atlas lets out an ear splitting screach, all glass in the room shattering, along with any eardrums in the area.

Dragen deactivates his Cloak and grins at the pinned flying man “Feel free to study them. Sometimes it’s almost like they have a mind of their own!” Dragen whips his belt back out and presses a button on the hilt and the sword splits in two and becomes a rifle. He takes a couple crack shots at each side of one of the men’s heads. (James.)

James ducked, covering his ears and rolling under the bullets just in time. He rolled back onto his feet, panting heavily. “You guys are quite skilled.” He said, in between pants.

Atlas grins at the cat “can we keep him?? Pleeeeeeease”

(This is kind of getting crazy. For fight scenes we might want to have an order.)

( nah it’s fine.)

Dragen smirks and activates his cloak once more. From the surround crowd of spectators people begin dropping left and right each one grasping their necks as blood gushes out.

James turned to Atlas, “That’s up to him.” He said simply, then turned to watch the slaughter, “How would you two like to join us?” He asked, his gaze turning to Malik.

“He likes blood too! I promise I’ll take care of him!” Atlas begs