Dante "Inferno" Zaragoza - Death'll find you... (xolotl) wrote in schisms, @ 2019-02-03 21:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !character: dante zaragoza |
Who: Inferno & Open (to Eleos members)
What: Run in at Eleos Training center
When: Sunday evening
Where: ELEOS Training center
Warnings: Fighty Mc-fight pants
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It was days like this that Dante needed a space to simply be blatantly violent. She’d briefly considered heading out to a junkyard and paying off a guy to let her take a crowbar to some random pieces of garbage that might be laying around. Surely there would be a fridge, washer or car frame she could have hammered away for hours at with grunts and growls of frustration but something about that thought never seemed enough either. There were days it could work but today? No, today was not one of those days. Today was a day where she needed something more, something bigger and badder and something that would allow her to relentlessly attack until she had nothing left in her. It wasn’t destruction that would make her feel better but instead being allowed to burn all the rage from her system until there was nothing left. Therefore she’d geared up in her Eleos response outfit before grabbing her motorcycle and heading towards the team training center. Admittedly, her gear mostly looked much like a standard motorcycle suit with a helmet, jacket, pants, and gloves she’d modified to incorporate small, overlapping ceramic plating along with titanium ribbing and plating where appropriate to make it all as safe and resistant to damage as it could be. Realistically, all she’d really accomplished so far was effectively making a mostly bulletproof suit on steriods. It wasn’t the best thing out in the world, but it got her through what she’d needed so far. The pants had additional functionality on her right leg so that anything stored in the compartments of the bionic leg could still be retrieved. While she was reckless with her own health and well-being Dante was also perfectly aware of the fact that if she wanted to help others make it through a fight she had to be hard as fuck to take down during the battle as well. There was little to no greeting given to anyone as Inferno made her way through the facility back to the training room. She’d never given her real name to almost anyone and never intended to either. The two or three people that she was aware of knowing her real name were more than enough already. Upon entering the training area - it was a huge space with a wide variety of equipment for training a large diversity of skills and powers - Inferno instead headed towards a reinforced heavy bag, pulling at the spot needed on her pants to gain access to her leg which extended out a set of brass knuckles with - what would appear - to be one inch spikes from the pointer and pinky finger knuckles. Taking the brass knuckles off of the extension it would retract back into her leg and the compartment would be closed before the brass knuckles would be slipped on over the gloves as she stalked towards the heavy bag. Twenty steps out from the bag her thumbs on each hand would tap at the sides of each respective brass knuckle and electricity would flicker to life, jumping between the spikes of the brass knuckles with an obvious crackling noise. With the electra-knuckles activated Inferno would charge towards the heavy bag reeling her right arm back as she jumped the last two feet and putting her full body weight behind an overhanded right hook that would land against the heavy bag with electricity sparking against it. She landed with a grunt and the bag swung backward briskly before coming back and Inferno would side step before twisting her body to face the bag swinging back towards her. Growling she’d step towards the bag as it swung back to close the distance as she delivered a flying knee to it with her metal leg. The bag swung away from Inferno wildly again, the chain holding it up jostling and clanking mildly from the jerking force that had impacted the bag. Really, this would probably be the best way she had to burn through her anger today, or at least, this was the best way she’d figured yet. |