Praodus by Ivan
TEAM: Solo Hero
KIT CLASS: Master Training
Main Event Winner!
Hall Of Fame!
Survival - 17 wins!
Brutal - 1 fatalaties!
League Wins: 11
League Losses: 1
Out Of League Wins: 6
Out of League Losses: 2
Total Wins: 17
Total Losses: 3
Omega - Win 0-0
Question Mark - Win 0-0
Blue Monday - Win 0-0
Trouser Snake - Win 0-0
The Ultimate - Win 0-0
Ashona - Win 0-0
Jessye Christopher - Win 0-0
Jiratlan - Win 0-0
The Obligation - Win 0-0
Natalie Kane - Win 0-0
Zalrafel - Win 0-0
Dodge Murphy - Loss 0-0
Eric Melazai - Win 19-9
Mod: Master of Disguise - Win 18-8
The Incongruity Effect - Win 14-10
Crossbow Cupid - Loss 11-12
Horatio - Win 24-10
A Wizard in Foxtail Park - Win 16-12
Devyn Soyokaze - Win 14-13
Stella Aurorae - Loss 13-17
The tape you have just seen was piece together from security footage taken the night of Chou's murder. So far we've lost almost 40% of our east side holdings, and with the fall of the Cancer syndicate the number could be even higher. We have almost no information about the man in the tape, save that he can take the form of anyone, at any time, and will kill without hesitation. His actions suggest that he had extremely intricate, advanced knowledge of all of Chou's systems, so he is more than likely not working alone. This theory is supported by the reports from the attacks on the Virgo and Leo operations last week. Gentlemen these assailants are virtually unstoppable. They have infiltrated every aspect of our operation at will, possibly going undetected for weeks. Their intelligence capabilities are unbelievable, and it is likely that they know each of your names by now. We are dealing with an army of superhuman vigilantes whose single goal is the elimination of scum like you. What's that? You don't agree that you're scum? But Mr. Forrester, surely you don't think the way you had your eight year old son killed was anything to be proud of? Of course I knew about that, I know about everything. Didn't you hear me when I said we have infiltrated every aspect of your operation? Still don't get it? Here, take a better look at that guy on the tape. He looks very familiar now doesn't he? Cute, a Mac 10. At least it's better than the peashooter your friend Chou had. Oh my, out of ammo already? What a pity, that almost tickled. You seem speechless. Could it be that you need to get more oxygen to your brain? Perhaps I can help you find a more direct path. Now look at the mess I've made. I knew I should've paid more attention in biology. Well, that was a disappointment. Ok, the rest of you listen up. I'll give you a twenty three second head start. Why? Because it'll take Security twenty four more seconds to respond to those gunshots. Seeing as how all three of you are rival crimelords and covered in Mr. Forrester's blood, I don't think his security team will ask too many questions when they get here. Fifteen. Fourteen. Thirteen. No, please, don't speak. Anything I wanted to know from you I would have extracted physically. Nine. Eight. Oh stop blubbering, would you? Four. Three. Two...
Personality: Completely ignoring the firefight, Praodus casually approached the VCR and pulled out a video tape labeled "My Greatest Hits: Volume 3".
| Standard Normal human strength.||Agility:|
|Superior This fighter can dodge, weave and move |
with the grace of an Olympic gymnast.
|Standard Normal human endurance. ||Mind:|
|Weak BELOW normal human mental power. |
Not the sharpest tack in the drawer.
It was obvious from the ridiculously small amount of nighttime personnel that Mr. Chou was growing complacent. Did the Cancer syndicate really think they were in control? Two heavily armed guards? That was it? He was begging for it. The two guards passed one another in the darkness at roughly six-second intervals. Not enough time for anything big to get through. More than enough time for what was needed. The last thing the old guard saw was a perfect mirror image of himself.
"You hear something?" The mirror image was about to speak when he remembered seeing a hearing aide in the original guard's ear as he was crushing his trachea. Silence. "Hey! Clark! I said did you hea... ah forget it." The younger guard was trying to light another cigarette when his face met quite suddenly with the doorframe. Had the mirror image been someone else, he might've quipped, "smoking kills," but as he wasn't quite as witty as his fellow teammates, Praodus instead chose "I heard you the first time."
The game plan for the Cancer syndicate was specific. Take out Chou's bodyguard first. Praodus quite preferred it that way. Take away his shell and pincers, and a King Crab becomes a fourteen-dollar dinner. The bodyguard was... a chick with a sword. How creative. She wasn't even that good at using it. THWONK! The sword came down between his thumb and index finger. "Wha...what... how the...?" Praodus wasn't about to explain to her how he went about altering his body's molecular density so that it was as hard as diamond. "Who...what are you?" This broad asked too many questions. Luckily she shut up after he snapped her neck.
Click. That could only be the sound of a Remington 870 being cocked. Praodus fell backwards and spun, grabbing the end of the barrel and smacking Mr. Chou in the face with the butt of the shotgun. In the same motion he rolled sideways and launched backwards into a graceful standing position. Praodus looked down at the shotgun in disgust. "A 20 gauge? You were going to attack me with a 20 gauge?"
"You'll never get out of here alive without me!" Mr. Chou's defiant proposal was betrayed by the puddle on the floor. "I'll take that chance." Praodus concentrated all his density into his index finger, and with one swift tap, punched a nickel sized hole in Mr. Chou's forehead. The leader of the Cancer syndicate died cross-eyed, in a puddle of his own urine.
- Power: Thrusting Attack
- Multi Attack Attack can hit multiple times during one strike.
The door behind Praodus closed and locked. Seven inches of solid steel. "How original," was all he said as he lowered his molecular density and passed through the blast-proof, fire-proof, time-locked door. Ahead of him he heard the sound of more doors closing. Nothing pissed him off so much as chumps that still tried to play the game, even after he had killed them. "I don't have time for this."
His body still phased, Praodus launched himself straight up through three stories and onto the roof, then straight out over Webster Street. He landed softly on the empty sidewalk in front of Piedano's. Nexus and Trauma were waiting there for him. He looked at his watch. Eight minutes ahead of schedule. The corner of his mouth curled into a cocky smirk as he approached Nexus. "I won the bet. Ten minutes or less. You buy this round."
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