One Step Closer to the Edge

[rage_on]

WHO: Raphael and yooou
WHERE: Around Temba
WHAT: Just going a little crazy
WHEN: 1/15 Event start until someone stops that awful noise or does something about him
WARNINGS: Uhhh violence. Yes.


Daylight

It unfortunately doesn't take much to antagonize this turtle. However the sound that seems to burrow directly into his skull and through his brain just pushes everything beyond that. It's downright maddening, and there's been nothing he could do to shut it out.

Walls have become his main outlet, the already crumbling edifices sporting fresh cracks if not having been brought down completely, as though someone had thrown themselves bodily at them, and it might not be too far from the truth. A few of the small trees that have sprouted up within the abandoned confines of the city have been reduced to splinters, their thin trunks snapped or the bark broken off as the result of some vicious stabbing.

It won't take too much effort to find the culprit, and while Raphael may look worn near ragged, that sort of state doesn't help for the slippery hold he's had on his sanity, and it's clear by the look in his eyes should one meet them. His reaction upon being found isn't unlike cornering a feral beast, and if one hasn't seen the turtle in action before, they might be caught off guard by just how fast this one can actually move as he lunges.


Come Night
Perhaps you've been fortunate enough to avoid encountering him in the day, but then the night holds different problems. The many-legged creatures are everywhere, hostile and come in seemingly unending numbers.

There are no sides in this twisted game, however, and in your fight for survival or pest control you may come upon bodies of the spider-like creatures already dealt with, twisted, mangled corpses strewn here and there, and sounds just beyond in the darkness suggest that there's to be more where that comes from. Further investigation will reveal the teenage turtle engaged in a fight, largely outnumbered but somehow holding his own. There's no finesse to his movements, no thought behind his strikes as he lashes out with sai or vicious kicks. It's clear he only seeks to hit things and rip them apart, and the creatures respond in turn.

This will take some careful approach, just don't think too long, because while there's only one turtle, there's a lot of spiders and some might just take notice of another target in the area.


((OOC: Will match format if you'd rather not prose!))

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Sloppy.

It's the first word that flashes in the clone's mind as he staggers back, his blaster hanging loosely in one hand while his legs try to find purchase. He's barely ready to take on another lunge, one arm jerking up to meet the clash head-on as he pushes back to stay on his feet.

Echo bites back a curse. His armor takes the brunt of the turtle's brutal swipes, but each strike follows through the plates, resonating into his body. The next strike gives him a chance to grab onto a green arm, trying to use Raphael's momentum against him.

[rage_on]

That boy can hit! But his strikes are pretty predictable even for the lack of thought put into it, so grabbing a hold of him to pull him off balance and break off his attacks is quite effective. As he goes stumbling past Echo will see that Raphael's hardly unarmed, his pronged sai still sheathed behind him. Something to keep in mind, but for the moment it seems something that has slipped the teenager's own.

Raphael hits the ground, shaking his head as he pushes himself up. He groans, eyes squeezing shut against a brief spell of dizziness compounded with the incessant buzz in his skull.

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No punches pulled, sure, but Echo would rather take scrapes, cuts, and heavy bruising over potentially being stabbed by the small terrapin powerhouse. If they were back at home, the latter would have definitely landed him in the hands of an overwhelmed medic.

Whatever he can see of his armor tells him it's all still in tact, but he feels like huge dents have formed after each punch landed. Catching sight of the sai just tells the clone to continue staying alert, his gaze flickering as he follows Raphael's meeting with the ground.

Trying to ignore the fresh bout of pain, he lifts the blaster, adjusting his grasp and wasting no time in switching its rounds to stun. It's still held off to one side as he keeps an eye on Raph. "Stand down! We don't have to do this!"

[rage_on]

Raphael's pushing to his feet again, unsteady but like as that's not going to stop him from resuming his onslaught. "...can't...shut it out," he grates, his brow twitching as he brings his hands up to grasp at his head.

He lets out a frustrated yell, throwing his hands down as they curl into fists, and then he's quickly eating up the short distance between himself and the ARC Trooper again, hurling himself at the man with a fist pulled back for a blow to the bucket.

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"No, don't– " Coherence is fleeting, and in the next moment Echo's caught off-guard by the sheer speed Raphael exerts.

To sock him in the head.

Helmets are useful, but they don't fully protect the wearer from a major head injury. If he didn't try to dodge, the brunt of the blow would have left him disoriented. Or worse, if he wants to think about it right this instant. It still connects as he turns and jerks his head just so, the impact rattling the rim of the bucket while simultaneously exploding against his neck and across his chest.

Thrown off balance, the ARC Trooper stumbles backward, collapsing onto his knees as he gasps for air.

[rage_on]

With his target down, Raphael wastes no time in following after him, taking advantage of the fact that Echo's lost his balance as he moves to tackle the clone to the ground. There's something desperate in his pummeling, but nothing he does can ever stop whatever sound's been drilling into his mind.

Abruptly his attacks stop, if only for his hands to grab a hold of the man's helmet to yank it off. That's...not good.

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Echo feels the jolt run straight through his body when he meets the ground, every sense jarring, almost biting down on his tongue in the process. He loses his grip on the blaster, hearing it clatter and spin off to the side while every sequential punch from the turtle dulls and reawakens his nerves.

When Raphael mostly targets the clone's armor, that's something he can deal with. Actually removing his helmet is no good at all.

The bucket reveals a set jaw and a fresh cut running almost parallel to the corner of his mouth, patches of red, a sheen of sweat, and a drawn brow over a hard stare. One arm grabs onto the hand closest to his face while the other thrusts outward to strike Raph and create a pocket of space between them. He then tries to use his legs to kick him off, letting go of the turtle at the same time.

No good. Nothing else can be done and he can't waste any more time. Brown eyes frantically search for the blaster, adrenaline pumping as he half-drags himself over to grab and aim it in the other's direction. "Sorry," he rasps, squeezing the trigger.

[rage_on]

Normally Raphael would have seen that coming. There seems almost the slightest hesitation the moment he lays eyes upon the actual person beneath the expressionless helmet, and it's enough for Echo to make his move. His attack is disrupted, and subsequently he's kicked back, giving Echo plenty of time to retrieve his blaster.

He does so not a minute too soon, and with the turtle teen's predictable line of attack, it's not hard at all for Echo to find his mark. The blue blast slams into him just as he's lurching back into the offense, the stun-bolt crackling over his body and dropping Raphael cold at the clone trooper's feet.

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Silence floods the ARC Trooper's ears, his chest heaving as he stays frozen, arm rigid, blaster still raised. He should have been hearing his breathing within the confines of his helmet, the helmet which currently lays on its side, facing away from him and the unconscious young turtle.

Unconscious.

It was set to stun, he had set it to stun.

His hand trembles, finally lowering the blaster and letting it drop from his grasp. Drawing in a sharp breath, Echo scrubs his face, sitting there for longer than a minute before slowly propping himself up to get to his feet.

The sobering moments gradually shift to relief when he kneels to check on Raphael, shifting yet again when he realizes he doesn't have any way of helping him if he wakes up. And if he wakes and acts the same, there's nothing to bind him with.

Swearing under a breath, he leans back. "...This is no good."