With The Greatest Of Ease

With The Greatest Of Ease

Caesar Drake
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Joined: 13 Oct 2011, 00:39

16 Aug 2015, 07:20 #1

Eric Wincott, codenamed Stix, looked over the roster of potential trainees. There was a new regimen that was being put forth by the Crusaders. Today's training was to be an obstacle course where no powers were to be used. The course seemed simple enough until the modifications came to light. Rook sure came up with some doozies too.



OOC Note: The following changes are made to this course and those changes will be listed below.

#5 is five separate horizontal bars 5 feet off of the floor, jump off for a shoulder roll to #6
#7 -- balance beam heights are actually 5 ft., 10 ft., and 15 ft. high
#8 -- the wall is 10 ft. high
#10 -- rope climb is 15 ft. high (traverse to the running track and pick up the 10 lb medicine ball)

Looking over the scenario as it materialized in the training room, Wincott winced just a little at the thought of all that could happen. Stepping over to the intercom, he touched the comm. "Attention trainees, will the following report to training room number three: Brahma, Hannibal, Sun Striker, Bantham, Bloodhound, Osiris, Psyche and Summoner. Better limber up!" Setting the dials for the level of distraction, he checked his watch. Hopefully, they would arrive quickly. Once everyone arrived, Eric Wincott started in on the briefing.

"In order to give you some well rounded training, our obstacle course is done just a little bit differently as we add the unexpected element of stunning distractions." Gesturing out to the course, he ran down the direction of what was to come. "Start with the low crawl, step through the tires, climb on top of the platform to vault to the shelf, cross the horizontal bars, then climb the tire, walk the elevated balance beams before diving into a roll, scale the ten foot high wall only to drop down and work the horizontal ladder before doing a rope climb. Once you reach the level, it is a simple run. The first three quarters is with a medicine ball, at the finish line swap it out for a baton, then when you hit the finish line again, drop the baton and sprint the last lap. If there are any questions, feel free to ask them while out there. So get to it!"

Eric Wincott went over and shoved open the doors to the training area for the trainees. When the doors swung open, several guns bristling with energy appeared from the walls and focused on the doors. "One last thing ... the stunguns will not start firing at you until you start running the tires. Good luck!"


"In game terms, reality is broken." - Patrick Kapera, Crafty Games, creator of Spycraft, FantasyCraft and the MasterCraft game system

War is changing. Killing, however, is constant.
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ERIK SOMMEL
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Joined: 24 Mar 2014, 10:12

16 Aug 2015, 13:36 #2

Erik flipped the page of the book he had been reading and finally finished the story. It had taken longer than expected but he had managed to finish it even though he had started disliking the story halfway through. Careful of the pages, Erik closed the book and put it on the pile next to his bed. With the latest addition, the pile now stood at the same height as the bed Erik was lying in. And the two piles next to it stood just as high. There had been a surprisingly high amount of free time for the past month in the CTC. Most likely some sort of crisis in the outside world that Erik wasn't aware off. Not that that was a difficult thing to do, be ignored by Erik.

When the speakers crackled, Erik half expected that Rook guy's voice to call people out once again but it was an unfamiliar voice. Since his book had just finished, Erik took a moment to listen to the announcement. More training for a bunch of people. But it was different this time. Not only was Erik called in, with that idiotic codename he had been given, but there was a whole list of people being called in. Erik wondered if there would be enough space in the briefing room for all those egos. Grunting, Erik rolled out of his bed, avoided the book piles, and started rummaging through his still unpacked suitcase. The trainee suit was in there somewhere.

Since his last training session, Erik hadn't been called in for anything and the lack of terrifying experiences had kept his powers in check. Apart form the occasional light shock while he was sleeping, Erik hadn't changed. This lack of his powers showing had created a sort of more friendly relation between him and the guards that kept an eye on him. They were still present, the danger was still there, after all. But they had become friendlier. In the past week, Erik had even had a short conversation with two of them, which had been strange considering their previously three word conversations. Strange but not unwelcome.

Today, however, it seemed like they had gone back to their old ways. They looked grim, even when nodding towards Erik as he walked out of his room, dressed in his trainee outfit. Erik nodded back, understanding fully that the prospect of training would trigger the blackouts and the changes once again. There hadn't been a single training where it hadn't happened yet. Or where he had a recollection of it happening apart from the electric shock coming from his collar as it suppressed his cursed power.

The walk to the briefing room was done on auto pilot. Erik didn't greet anyone on the way nor did he speak with the guards or people that he knew. His hands were clenched into fists as the thought of more deadly diseases, laser drones, drowning water or shooting mercs created vivid images in his mind. There was a shock from the collar which pulled Erik from the darkness that had encroached on him without him noticing. When he turned to check with his two ever present guards to see what had happened, they had stopped a few steps back, alert, their hands on their belts where they kept several gadgets that did who knows what to people like Erik. Erik tried an apologetic smile and shrug but the two guards did not seem to appreciate it.

When he walked in the briefing room, Erik found it empty apart from the instructor. The guards remained outside the door, standing on either side of it. Inside, Erik took up his spot behind the door, keeping him from sight from the people entering. He didn't want their attention or their annoying cheerfulness. Once everyone was in, it was a large group, the instructor started to explain the course to everyone. It sounded like a basic obstacle course, one they always showed in the military movies where they went through training. The same crawling net, the same hopping tires and the wall they had scale. Surrounding all of it was a track for the finishing runs.

Now that was something Erik could do. Most of the obstacles would require more fitness than Erik had to offer but from here none of them seemed to be laser drones in disguise and there were no pools of water with electrifying fish in them either. Yeah, he could do this. He could let the others go first, leave them to do their hero rubbish while he stayed back and did things at his own, normal human, tempo. If he paced himself properly he could get through this without too much trouble and then he could get back to his own business.

The instructor walked over to some side doors and pushed them open, revealing the training course to the participants waiting in the room. For a moment, Erik thought he heard the sound of electricity crackling and sparking in the room but he had to have imagined that, right? The instructor shattered that thought with what sounded to Erik like a mockery. No. Nope. He was not going to do that. Images of drones chasing him down a labyrinth and surrounding him in a circular arena like room flashed through his mind. It took more willpower than Erik had to keep himself from changing.

For a split second, Erik changed. Where the angry looking young man had stood was now a large hybrid creature, a mix between a large slug and a spider. The four back legs kept the slug body up from the ground for movement while the torso stood up from it, looking around. Four carapaced arms stretched out from the torso and the hundreds of eyes saw everything at the same time around it. And the second passed and Erik was back where he had been a second ago, clenching his fists and teeth as the electric current ran from his collar through his body.

When it subsided, Erik looked at the group who all seemed busy looking at the training course. He really really hoped they had all been too interested in the stungun turrets and the training course to notice that split second of change that had happened to him. With his fists clenched and his eyes on the floor, Erik followed behind the rest of the group into the training room to prepare for his "Well Rounded Training".
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Joined: 29 Dec 2014, 08:58

16 Aug 2015, 14:26 #3

Finally something to do. Downtime was good and well but not for an extended time like this. The call over the PA system came in the middle of Brahma's training. The three dummies set around him, forming a triangle, something he had learned from watching Solo being good at it, were getting to know some of Brahma's finer moves as he was fighting them. The gun in his hand moved with almost blurring speed as the left dummy got hit and then the right got an elbow to the face. The one in front tried to swing back and forth to strike but the handle of the gun hit him square where Brahma imagined his chin to be and knocked him back again.

From full combat to a sudden halt, Brahma used both hands to stop the swinging dummies and prevent them from knocking him out, something he had learned by watching Solo being bad at it. Picking up his towel, Brahma walked out of the dummy room in the dojo. The towel had been more for show than anything else as the workout was just good enough for a warm up. Brahma gathered his stuff and headed from the dojo to the room he stayed in. He quickly changed into the trainee outfit, which was much too tight for his liking. If he could speak, he would have been grumbling while he did it. Silly outfit. What are the Crusaders? A band of clowns? What's wrong with wearing a proper outfit? The rules stated that wearing the suit was mandatory for trainings but nothing was mentioned about sunglasses so Brahma kept them on as well, covering his cybernetic eyes with the darkness of the glasses.

Brahma pulled up the map he had saved and followed the quickest route from his room to Briefing room three. Finally something to do. When he reached it, two guards stood at the door, watching him approach. Brahma stopped and pulled his right hand up to his temple in a quick salute before opening the door. To a normal person, the room would have had one person in it when walking in. Brahma's vision, however, allowed him to see the man standing out of sight behind the door. Two people here. One was most likely the instructor, the other one of the trainees. So he was early, good.

Brahma walked up near the middle of the room and settled himself there while he waited for the other named trainees to arrive. It had been a long list. Brahma, Hannibal, Sun Striker, Bantham, Bloodhound, Osiris, Psyche and Summoner. With names like that Brahma would only take himself seriously out of the whole bunch. What do they expect to gain with all this playing at being a hero? The room filled up rather quickly and before long the instructor started explaining the mission. A bit let down that there was nothing happening besides basic training camp drills, Brahma was none the less happy to have a go at it. Solo had helped him to keep his downtime entertaining but even she could do only so much.

Brahma had no need, or use, to face each of the trainees as they came as he could see them before they even touched the door. His vision reached well outside of the room in all directions. Even the room behind the wall across from the door into the briefing room was open to Brahma. It wasn't of any interest to Brahma but it was good that he could observe the trainees like this. Each and every single one of them, even without being able to see any details of their faces or signs of their age, showed Brahma nothing more than what greenhorns did. He could tell by their build, their stance, their walk, if they thought talking was a good idea and the sound of their voice if they did. Young, brash, sloppy and late. Sure, it's a training ground but still... I can't be the only one here with even a modicum of experience and skill.

The briefing ended with the instructor pushing the doors open into the training room where Brahma could see the turrets swivel towards the doors, crackling with energy. This might become interesting after all. There was a grin on Brahma's face as he started to walk out into the training room, keeping an eye on the quiet kid that had arrived before him. When the turrets had been revealed, there had been a strange distortion around him, as if he had moved away or changed or something. Brahma would spend some time later to review the footage but for now he kept an eye on him. Well, everyone within his twenty meter spherical vision was kept an eye on but Brahma made a note of keeping track of the quiet kid within the group of trainees.
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Ethan Emmanuel
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Joined: 11 Aug 2015, 03:17

16 Aug 2015, 17:42 #4

Bantham had been banned from training, despite a single training session. The world was a china shop to him and he was something of a bull. He didn’t INTEND to break door knobs, cause structural damage to the training hall, or things like that- he just didn’t like to hold back. That being said, despite being one of the recent arrivals he had spent most of his time secluded. It wasn’t a bad thing, Bantham had to learn more about this alternate universe he now found himself in. He had used a computer to look up most of this version of Earth's history and find a lot of the inconsistencies. Hitler had taken his own life? In his universe Bantham had socked the kraut one across the jaw while he was piloting his Doomstein robot (and he’d even killed his clones twice... three times if you counted the ghost of Hitler). This history was so boring... and his name wasn’t in any of it.

Once called to the meeting room Bantham had wasted no time in getting there on the double. Like a kid at Christmas he almost skipped there. There was juvenile quality to the way he arrived, pushing though the door and waiting excitedly in a chair.

“Remember kids, stretching before you run is essential to a good workout!” Bantham said with a wink as he stretched out in an exaggerated fashion, echoing the sentiment that came over the intercom. Bantham had arrived early- it was unbecoming to be late. There was a splash of earnestness on his face that was almost pathetic, like he was something straight out of a PSA. He had sat, comically too large for the charge he was sitting in, across from Erik. Bantham hadn’t said anything- he was sure there was a good reason for his collar and didn’t want to stir the pot so early.

As Eric explained the course Bantham stood folded his arms across his rather large chest and nodded knowingly, as if this were all totally expected and “pretty standard”. The net effect was rather cheesy and would almost be rude if it wasn’t for the way he was hanging on every one of Eric’s words.

“Best of luck lads. Up and at ‘em and all that.” He said with a nod to his companions, announcing it loudly and bounded off with all the exuberance of a puppy at chow time. Sans the stunguns, Ethan had done most of it in the military and this would be a walk in the park for someone of his physical prowess. He could have flown under the low crawl but Bantham was a salt-of-the-earth kinda guy and dove headlong under the bars and went into an army crawl. He relished the activity and a big, dumb, proud grin sat upon his lantern jaw.
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Solosolo Kalolo
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Joined: 26 Jul 2015, 19:55

17 Aug 2015, 01:03 #5

"In a perfect situation I let love down the drain! There's the pitch slow and straight! All I have to do is swing and I'm a hero but I'm a zero!"

If there was loud and obnoxious singing coupled with someone entering the fray and stretching more than what was needed one could bet on Solosolo being the culprit of both actions. As far as appearances would go she dressed up like a Crusader of her level. However this was just a training simulation. There wasn't much of a reason why she had to be dressed the aqua colored uniform and yet modifying that uniform to fit her style of freedom fighting. Her uniform was sleeveless to resemble the attire she would have worn in the octagon. She even sported a pair of black gloves that were the type that one would find a mixed martial artist wearing. Contrary to what some may believe the purpose of the gloves was to lessen the power of her strikes and not just for appearance.

She was in the briefing room. Solo made her entrance minutes ago and she lay upon the floor in a full split. From side to side she stretched and attempted to touch and hold her toes. The stretching might have done more harm than help if she didn't stop it. Whenever she felt her muscles about to go sore she stopped. The reason why she stretched her legs more than anything else was because she sensed that with this being an obstacle course she'd need to be fast on her feet. Solo didn't ignore her upper body as she did a few shoulder, neck and arm rotations.

A sigh came out of her. She didn't think she would hitting anything. Granted she felt like her athleticism would get her past this trial. But her specialty was fighting. She believed she needed to show what she could do and running an obstacle wasn't the first thing that came to mind when she thought of a fighter. She saw an unfamiliar face in the man who first walked in. Brahma and the other gentleman were two people she already came across before. She smiled when she saw Brahma. Solo had to admit she grew quite fond of him. Maybe not in a romantic way but more of a friendship type of way. If there was anyone she found to be utterly fascinating that person had to be Brahma.

"What's up gramps? Don't make us young guns look too bad, alright?" She was referring to the older looking man. Solo wasn't trying to make a crack at his age but she said some things without considering how her words might be interpreted. She thought that if someone who looked so much older than everyone else here made it this far that guy had to have something really special about him. To be honest she felt a bit intimidated at first. The other three people here looked intimidating. Solo was just here to prove herself and show herself worthy to be a Crusader while the rest of the Gamma initiates looked like they were already ready to take to the streets.

Solo stood up and walked over to Brahma. She smiled. The large woman was bigger than everyone else here so that made her confidence go up a little. But she did realize size was not everything. She cracked her knuckles. "If I trip up or something please don't laugh," she pleaded. With her luck she might just fail this course.
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Joined: 26 May 2015, 04:21

17 Aug 2015, 02:31 #6

Griffin had spent the day earlier polishing his boots, taking his time to apply the shine to the thickness of a dime. Their luster a signature of years of practice completed in 30 minutes. He then put on the spare uniform in his closet. Taking his time to look over every nuance, every stitch. He then put it on. Tight, form-fitting, and didn't bunch behind the knees or in the armpits. The bright teal color stood out in his mirror as he then put his boots on. Each eyelet groaned as the lace was brought taut against it, culminating in a long-eared knot on each boot, the laces tucked inside with the uniform pantlegs. He then bloused his boots, the same boots he chose to wear over the thin tennis shoes. His preferance. He sighed and checked his watch. Time to go eat...
Or so he thought. Before he left his pod, he heard his codename and the order to report for training.

"Showtime. Chow later."

With a steady cadence, Griffin double-timed it to the briefing room, where a few others had beat him there. Compared to the others, his wearing of the uniform gave away his background. He cleared his throat before finding a spot away from the door. He gave a quick salute out of habit, before tuning in to the briefing. As his eyes gazed upon the course, Griffin couldn't help but smile a bit. Benning had Victory tower. Sill had Defiance. Leonard Wood had Vigilance. All obstacle courses. There had to be a catch. To his chagrin, it was brought to his attention that there were stun turrets ready to fire.

Griffin took the time to look at the other members of his team for this exercise. Lots of personality, and some boy-scout bravado, he mused. He sized them up, trying to peg their strengths. He then took a knee and tightened his boots. Bringing himself to bear on the course, he rolled his neck, loosening the muscles.

"Let's get paid." he said as he then looked to everyone else. Today was going to be a good day.
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Knell Hydra
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Joined: 21 Jun 2014, 05:21

17 Aug 2015, 09:28 #7

Knell was bored like picking blades of grass and trying to build little houses out of all of them, which not to toot his own horn they were coming along rather nicely. Suddenly the intercom came on and people were asked to come to the briefing room for a new training exercise and honestly Knell felt like tagging along and seeing if maybe just maybe he could crash the exercise and well not be bored anymore. So he jogged along humming a tune that had been stuck in his head all morning and arrived at the briefing room just as the instructor was finishing his explanation.

"...and work the horizontal ladder before doing a rope climb. Once you reach the level, it is a simple run. The first three quarters is with a medicine ball, at the finish line swap it out for a baton, then when you hit the finish line again, drop the baton and sprint the last lap. If there are any questions, feel free to ask them while out there. So get to it!"

Knell slowly crept into the room and skimmed the wall till he was in a nice area to view the track outside and man did it look amazing, SO much stuff to do and honestly there was a good amount of people here for it. Dude he did the labyrinth with as here, some red chick, another dude with sunglasses on and giving off some weird electromagnetic fields Possible augmentations Knell pushed that little distracting observation off to the back of his mind, an older man who was waaaaaay to chipper but meh there is always one.


"One last thing ... the stunguns will not start firing at you until you start running the tires. Good luck!"

Knell honestly was so much more excited now that there was stunguns because it reminded him of the skit the crew of Jackass did when they ran through all those tasers, Smiling Knell watched as the older dude took off for the course and started everything long before anyone was really ready kind of dick move but hey again there is always one. Knell decided that if he stayed in the farther back till he got a hang on what he was suppose to do then enjoy the hecka awesome obstacle course which are always up Knell's alley, Maybe just maybe he wouldn't be bored anymore and COME ON dodging stunguns the whole time too. Knell slipped in with the rest of the group as everyone started to hurry to the low crawl and smiled his stupid grin as this just brought back the memories of all his training.
"Insanity is my saving grace from the ignorance of the world."


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Solosolo Kalolo
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Joined: 26 Jul 2015, 19:55

22 Aug 2015, 04:53 #8

"What are we waiting for people? Let us get this party started!"

Given her typical enthusiasm and eagerness to try just about anything it couldn't be all that shocking if Solosolo was the first to take the course if anyone knew her well. Solo exited the briefing room and came into the main area where she viewed the vast array of obstacles. Some of these obstacles appeared to be a little more intimidating than what she expected. There wasn't much of a look of concern. She cracked her knuckles and twisted her neck from side to side. The tall woman got down on one knee and took a runner's position. Her hands were placed upon the floor with her back arched up. Her head was pointed towards the first objective.

Solo wanted to test herself. This was why she lined up five steps behind the starting line. When she took off it wasn't a blinding speed. In fact she was just a little faster than the average person but it was the pace she had that might have seemed out of the ordinary. A thought that perhaps she could have waited to see if there was an official starting time crossed her mind. But since no declaration was made she just took it upon herself to keep on running. The obstacle in question was a little off to the left. She turned and went into a full body slide into the lower crawling area.

This obstacle showed her that being so tall wasn't exactly going to always be an advantage. A smaller person would have found it easier to just crawl without having to carry around such a body weight and having to compensate more for longer length. The crawl was long and frustrating. Even with her energy levels being on the super human side that didn't matter. Super powers could only carry a person as far as they knew how to use them. This was where she would have to be crafty. The only condition that had to be met was that she crawled. Her method of crawling might have made all the difference.

"What would dad do?" she asked herself. Her father always said, "smarter and not harder." That gave her an idea. If her length was hindering her due to her standard method of crawling on her stomach then maybe her length could be used in a different way to assist her. She paused in place, reached her arms out and tried to grab the flooring as hard as she could. Solo was using her long wing span to pull herself forward versus crawling. When she completed a set of pulling herself forward she would then push her arms forward versus being baited into the natural action of crawling. Her hair was getting her face so she didn't even know where she was going. All she knew was that if she kept going forward she would reach her objective or at least that was the hope.
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27 Aug 2015, 23:08 #9

Griffin quietly observed, until it was his turn. As Solo navigated the wire, Griffin followed suit as she made it halfway. As he reached the beginning of the low-crawl obstacle, he dove and began to crawl; keeping a fast pace. With each movement of his limbs, he covered 6 inches or more, his hands stretching out to pull his body, his legs bowed out slightly to rock his hips left to right, the momentum propelling him forward.

He rolled his head to the side to maintain eye contact on the stun guns following him, the lights of the area illuminating the guns in almost a highlighting gaze. As he reached the wire's end, he then stood up and sprinted to the next obstacle, slowing to a stutter has he navigated the Tires, each foot stepping into the tire, then suddenly changing direction as the tip of the boot hit the ground. He heard a humming sound, like the sound of an electric coil warming up. Suddenly, a bright flash streaked across his vision. Griffin dove forward at the end of the tires, landing on his stomach as he picked himself back up, being taken by surprise.

As he started to run, another blast of stunning energy danced across his vision, grazing the back of his shoulders, raising the hairs on his body, before he arched in pain, lurching forward as he took a hit. The pain lasted only moments, but the force at which it was delivered was the brunt of the pain he was feeling. He collected himself before reaching the end after a few moments, before picking his speed back up again. He then reached the vault, gripped with 2 hands at its apex and threw himself up with a resounding grunt, kicking his leg over as he locked his arms at the apex of the vault. As he went over the top, he could hear the electric crackling approaching him, and he threw himself over, landing on his back. He was only half way through the lower level. He considered his next move as he watched around him for incoming.
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Knell Hydra
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Joined: 21 Jun 2014, 05:21

24 Sep 2015, 04:31 #10

Even though Knell had originally slipped in with the beginning part of the group to start the course he had decided to hang back and watch as everyone else began their adventure through the obstacles he studied everyone letting himself see everything memorizing the spots where anyone stumbled, slipped, snagged on anything or fell. Those were the spots that he labeled in his mental map as avoidance. The red giant took off at a solid hard pace eating the distance quickly and efficiently, The man behind her moving fast using his body like he was trained it would seem and these things Knell made notes of. These were the people he would shadow the ones he would follow and challenge, A switch had flipped in Knell it was time to destroy the course, to show his skill and training and he took a deep breath and took a perfect sprinters set up and mentally readied his body and mind to move as quickly as his body would allow him without using his power. His muscles tightened, his blood pumped and mind shut out all distractions that weren't needed to complete his task. He could feel the air buzzing with energy as the stun guns charged, he could hear the grunts and sighs from everyone, "Ready...Go." Knell's eyes snapped open, his body sprung into movement almost borderline super speed, legs pumped and pushed hard and quick arms moving and swinging in perfect harmony. Knell closed in on the Low Crawl quickly and dove into the obstacles arms outstreched and hands clawing into the dirt grabbing and pulling himself forward. Left arm forward right leg forward pull, push switch, right arm left leg forward, push pull years of training moving Knell's body quickly and easily across the ground.

Knell noted the stun guns firing at the man in front of him as they crossed the tires and his body poured adrenaline into him in preparation for the possible hit of the gun. He cleared the wire and pushed off to his feet as soon as he was able to the air hummed as the guns locked on and began the process of making this course just that much harder, Knell was halfway through when he felt the discharge happen and he quickly swayed far right just barely dodging the first shot the next shot came at the end of the tires and had he not dove when he did the brush he got with the charge would have been a square hit in the back. His body luckily was pumping enough adrenaline that he could easily shrug it off and made for the vault it was a simple step push and roll that he had done a hundred of times in the city. His body simply did what it was trained to do and as he cleared the vault a blast smacked into the ground behind him just barely missing him. Knell was smiling and he didn't even notice the man watching everyone as they moved through the obstacles. "Time to catch up."
"Insanity is my saving grace from the ignorance of the world."


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