The Bank Heist - Incident S:2/2

It was almost like time stood still for a split second. Instead of hitting his back, both their super moves had now collided with one another. The impact being so powerful, that it would produce permanent scaring at the center of the top of his head. Gushing with blood and finally, he was sent downward into the sewers depth waters with a powerful explosion in the waters sky rocketing to the air for a good two seconds.

The waters coming to a rest and Hammer sinking to the bottom of the sewers. His vision was definitely haze and his body began to shake because of the immense pain that he was in. He was so angry that he decided he was going to go all out on the brat. Swimming back to the surface with immense speed, he would fly out of the waters and attempt to grab a hold of Turbine’s injured arm and with a strong attempt head butt, he would attempt to not only further damage his already harmful and painful wound, but also use the the strength of his skull to destroy his face.

“I’m going to make sure you remember my face!”

Numb shock jolted up Turbine's arm as his wind-whirled fist met the glowing red hammer of the shark. The world exploded.

Gouges tore chunks from the ceiling overhead, and the electrical track broke with a loud pop and sizzle, turning everything into darkness illuminated by the swinging vines of subterranean power cables, thick blue sparks shimmering down into the waters below as the exposed charged copper burst into ragged flames.

Chunks of concrete whipped in the vortex, one colliding with Turbine's shoulder and sending him down into the water with a splash. Dazed, Turbine pulled his arms overhead, hoping the entire sewer didn't come down on his head. Except, it did just that. Something cratered high above, a thump that tore open asphalt and brought in the sharp shine of daylight cutting in from above. Through a plume of dust, a van fell, landing with a splash near Turbine, causing him to tumble through the water.

But it wasn't over then. Iron pain seized through the numbness in his spent arm. Turbine yelled out in pain, his thrashing in the waves revealing the huge dark hand around his limb. Turbine watched, stunned, as the monstrous criminal's shark head -- now seriously battered and bloodied from the force of his Pineapple Express -- reared up from the water. Turbine tried to kick against him, tried to push away, but dizziness and disorientation was already taking over his mind.

Pineapple Express was his Super Move, and released the lion's share of his wind in one big whoop. If this crazy shark guy could withstand that concrete-pulverizing force, there wasn't much else he could throw at him.

One arm struggling, Turbine managed to reach for the bank sack, heaving it up over his head. The move probably saved his life. The hammerhead came down with explosive force, tearing into the money bag before punching against his forehead, shattering his azure visor and breaking his nose with a splurt of blood. The canvas bag exploded, sending money flying in a shower and sent Turbine sprawling, his vision filled with stars and shadows as he bobbed along with the rest of the refuse out towards the sea.

He did his best to float upright, to steer his stunned body as it drifted in the currents, fighting with all his mental might to stay awake.

Don't black out. Don't drown.

In the stunned dim of his vision, he saw unnatural darkness reaching out to him, ropes of inky black. Were he grabbed, he wouldn't be able to offer any resistance as Nightmare's tendrils slung him against the crumbling sewer walls, battering him further. If he were somehow saved, he'd wash onto a ledge, enough to scramble back against the wall of a sluice that now shone with sun rays from its opening into the sea, beaten thoroughly and dazed.

Hammer

A large shake was present, after impacting Tuberine's skull and breaking his nose. He'd look with his right eye visibly opened and in a daze as he then witnessed his new found partner taking care of Tuberine for him. The amount of concrete that was coming down was definitely a lot! Hammer immediately dived quickly deep into the waters like his life had depended on it. The concrete pieces that were coming down were now at a much slower rate, disturbing the the waters heavily with violent shakes. Hammer was still lucky that none of his body parts were injured and it was only his face. His speed aided him so much so that he was able to avoid the whole section of the amount of concrete pieces that were coming down. After the aftermath of the rock falling downward into the smelly sewers, Hammer climbed out of the sewer waters and panted to himself. He'd look around just for the moment, he couldn't see Tuberine anywhere. Was he dead? He'd then see his partner using his tendrils against the other hero and with a wide smirk he wanted to help him. However, using his head wouldn't be possible anymore due to suffering from a daze. His left eye was completely shut due to the last impact he had done to Turberine and his right eye was clinging to be left open, like if someone was so tired and barely just trying to keep their eyes open. However, he had to help his partner no matter the cost. 


"HEY, HOLD HIM FOR A SECOND! WOULD YA!"

With his large strong arms, Hammer would lift up a fairly large size chunked concrete rock from the waters and it being no bigger than a volley ball. He would attempt to hurl it straight at Hardstark's head, hoping to finish the job.

Turbine was fluttering in and out of a daze, listening to the distant screech of seagulls when the gooey tentacles wrapped around him, pulling him up into the air and from his stupor. He was hanging in the mouth of the sluice, with the open sea beyond. The tentacles were the same ones that were reaching him from before.

He saw Hammer heaving a stone at what only could be Hardstar, but everything was too fuzzy to work out.

He had a headache, beyond a headache. His skull felt like there was an alien spider inside of it, rattling sharp legs to get out. Turbine gagged from the pain.

Squinting blearily through his rippling vision, Turbine glimpsed Nightmare in his bone-white mask and spooky regalia.

His Gale might be running on fumes, but a Quirk wasn't a Pro Hero's only weapon. Long before he was Turbine, Jake Campbell sharply honed the art of being annoying.

"H-hey... Hey," Turbine croaked. "Jack? Jack Skellington? Wow. I'm a big fan." Turbine gave a blood-filled grin while he flopped like a ragdoll in Nightmare's grasp. "Can you sing This Is Halloween? It's my favorite." Turbine coughed and slapped at the gooey tendril coiling around his neck. "Let me guess your code name, huh Jack?" He continued to smack weakly with his free arm. "Goo Guy. Sir Splooge?"

The amount of blood that kept dripping from his face was crazy. He’d chuckle and showed his bloody teeth to the woman with a large smirk on his face.

“You really think you can take on the both of us yourself?”

With his right eye still not giving way, he’d now tower over the woman hero and folded his arms across his chest.

“I suggest you skip town. Unless you want to end up like your foolish partner.”

He’d chuckle as he walked away from her and then all of a sudden, the atmosphere in the air sudden changed. If he had hair, the hairs on his back would stick up. He would also feel uneasy as he looked over his shoulder to see the woman cocking back her fist all of a sudden. Hammer thought that whatever she was plotting, she would miss her attack due to Hammer already walking away. However based on what she said afterwards, this only confirmed his suspicions.

The only time he had left, was to bring his arms forward in an x formation in order to minimize the already terrible situation that he was in. The end result was this, both his arms were covered in scars and his body was pushed and hurled to a nearby.

Hammer laid there up against the wall and sitting in an upright position. His wounds were so bad that It made it hard for him to his laugh or to compose himself. His right eye closed fully and he began to spit out more blood from his mouth. He wasn’t knocked out, but he definitely was exhausted. He could barely move his arms and body for that matter and hoped that his team would be able to win.

Turbine fell. He was faltering, falling in and out of consciousness. There was an explosion above him, some unseen force so strong that the barest edge of it clung at his body and nearly sent him sprawling, but he had blissfully remained out its eye.

Crawling to the sluice's wall, Turbine propped himself back, his vision worsening as his concussion bled into a blinding migraine. "I think I need an aspirin," He said, slumping.

After having left the scenery and the area where the most police were stationed at, he'd murmured some words onto Nightmare's ears. 

"L-et me go. I c-an w-alk"

His second wind had kicked in, not much of a second wind since all it did was given him enough energy to walk and move his arms more, but no more energy to fight. The poor district, was probably the best one when it came to the cops avoiding it like the plague unless called upon. He'd walk his way to the closest payphone and dialed a number, with his right eye being opened ever so slightly. 

Vlad: "Hey whose this?"

"You know that well who this is. Meet me at the corner of [x] street and take me to the hospital. Its bad."

He would slam the phone and missing the payphone holder entirely and collapsing to the ground as his breath began to become heavy again.

Vlad had showed up in a matter of seconds, with a stolen ambulance car that he has had for months now. He'd prop the doors open and placing Hammer on the bed, giving him medicine to temporarily fix the problem until they would go to the underground hospital for villains. 

Vlad and his driving associate now leaving the scene. Hammer laid on the stretcher and began to speak Russian to Vlad.

["I take it you heard the news?"]

Vlad:["I was expecting your call seeing as your the only shark I know."]

["Then you know why I can't just go walking into a real hospital."]

Vlad nodded, and within three minutes of racing through the red lights with the emergency lights on. Having arrived to the underground hospital, which was really a massive warehouse with a secret entrance. This would be the place all of the villains would go to if they opted to not go to a real hospital. The same tech knowledge as a real hospital. Considering that all these tech knowledge were stolen at different times and at different places. Hammer was being worked on and it did took some time for him to properly heal. 

Vlad:"So Niko, what would you like to do, who were these two heros that did this to you? I can have two of my guys get rid of them for ya."

"That won't be necessary, you know damn well I will be getting my revenge. Tell the boss that my medical bill will be covered for what I did for him back in prison." 

Vlad:"He's well aware of it, since I just got off the phone with him. However, what happen to the money that you stole. You left one sack with that one guy."

"That's his payment for saving my life. I will meet up with him in due time. I see him as a partner in crime. Hehe, if you think i'm in bad shape, you should look at the other guy."

Hammer had coughed, sleeping on his medical bed for the remainder of eight hours.

[EXIT INCIDENT]