Elongation: superior (rank 2)
One week later, East Africa
“That be the last time I let you get me on one of these flying death traps, Covey. It’s unnatural.”
“Oh, stop whining Dread. It wasn’t that bad.” Covey said as they stepped off the ship onto the hot African soil.
“I should kill you, mon.” Dreadlock said as he wiped his sweating forehead with a cloth.
“I’m sure you’ll get your chance Dread, but for now… business first.”
They arrived at a small house. Covey walked in and nodded gentlemanly like at the secretary that sat in the lobby.
“Michael Covey” The woman said as she giggled.
“The one and only. I see the African sun has done wonder for you Jane.”
“Oh you! Hold on one moment I’ll get him for you.” She ran and knocked on the door before peaking her head in. “Mister Helm, a Mister Covey is here to see you.” She said with a smile as she held the door open for him.
The husky man that sat behind the desk jumped out of his seat, awkwardly knocking papers and such off his desk as he outstretched his hand to Covey. “I’m Jeffery Helm. How yer doing there Mister Covey? Would ya like some coffee?”
Covey looked down at his sweaty hand and decided to get straight to the business.
“No I’m fine. Just me about the problem your having Helm, so we can rid them as soon as possible.” He said as he took a seat.
“Okay then,” He said wiping his hands on his shirt before he sat down across from Covey. “It’s these damn Africans…” Dreadlock casually walked in on that note and pulled up a chair.
“And this is my associate Dreadlock… Now you were saying you was having problems with the natives?”
“Oh yes,” He said as he eyed Dreadlock and then placed his glasses on the table and gestured them outside. They walked outside and Helm led them to a large construction site. Large machines let out thick black smoke as they moved metals and placed down tracks. “You see this track. Because of them Africans we’re months behind. We tried to be diplomatic about this, but they’re fighting the inevitable. This track is getting built whether they want it or not, and you’re here to make sure they don’t get in the way anymore. Now you chargin’ me a steep price so you better be able to do what you say you can.” Helm said as he suddenly grew a backbone.
“Don’t worry mon… Problem fixin’ is our specialty.” Dreadlock said as his hair slowly extended to the floor.
Like a mon'
Martial Arts: standard (rank 1)
The bright hot sun hit the middle of the sky and the beams of light shot through the canopy of the jungle. Dreadlock led the way as Covey followed closely behind.
“So what is your plan mon?”
“So far?... I’m still workin' on it.”
As the words left his mouth his body was pulled up into the thick canopy and four native warriors dropped down in his place. Without hesitation the three larger warriors pointed their spears at Dreadlock as the forth, the youngest looking of the warriors, stepped forward. He opened his hand and fire ignited in his palm.
“I am Senzi the Demon and you are not permitted to walk this land.”
Dreadlock began to put up hands but then he whipped his hair at the young warrior, sending him crashing to the ground. The three other warriors leapt forward with their spears. Dread caught the first spear under his arm and twisted hard, pulling it out of the warrior’s hand. He then side stepped the second warrior using his stolen spear to impale him. The first warrior then charged, but dread stood his ground and simply front kicked the warrior into his chest. He pushed off from the front kick and barely avoided the third warriors spear, watching as it flew by centimeters from his face.
Binding: standard (rank 1)
- Ranged Attack
His locks then slithered forward as they tightly coiled around the three warriors squeezing the life out of them. Senzi finally stirred from the previous attack from Dread and rose to his feet. He held his sides with one hand as he held out his other. A small ball of fire began to conjure in his palm.
Dread finally took his gaze off of his captives and realized the boy. He dashed to the floor as he released the other warriors from his grip and the flames shot over his head. Dread then dove behind a large tree for cover.
Crushing Weapon: superior (rank 2)
Senzi’s eyes lit up from the flames.
“You can’t hide forever, coward!” He yelled above the burning brush.
“I don’t plan on it boy.” Dread said as he stepped from behind the tree and whipped his hair. It swung and struck like a mallet to Senzi’s sides as he again fell to the now torched soil. Dreadlock stepped through the flame as his hair coiled around Senzi and lifted him into eye to eye view. Senzi struggled to breathe under the anaconda-like locks of hair that held him tight. He opened his mouth revealing the blood on his teeth as he spoke.
“You have not won.” He struggled to say, “You may enter this land today but Issa will return. He is the greatest warrior alive and he will purge you from our land.”
Dread neared the boys face to his, “I’ll be waiting.”