@the_epitome: Does Epitome have in his possession the soul stone?

@captainnova:

No. Since these characters are original but based off of comic book characters, the stone he has is similar to an infinity stone but not one of them.

He didn't even know who his grandmother was but he took the opportunity to engage in misdirection about his origins. "What can I say. It's a family business." The twenty year old vigilante preserved his secret identity at all costs; should the Strigidae learn who he was it would place his friends in mortal peril.

The burst of anger ran through Richard and he felt the instinctive impulse to throw himself into a reckless attack but the former Strigidae took a single deep breath to regain control and use his rage rather than allowing it to use him.

Hawkshade glided forward and strikes flowed from his limbs like a rain of hammers from the sky, two snapping jabs toward the Security Chief's nose followed by a thunderous leg kick targeting the meat of his opponents lead leg and finishing with a heavy lead hook to the body, each blow carrying the frighting power of a two hundred and forty pound martial arts master.

@hawkshade: (*Snaps fingers* There goes my carefully layed plan. Tehehe. Teasing. ^_^)

The security chief is disappointed that his tactic didn't work, but he knew that there was a risk he would fail. The chief blocks the two punches but the leg kick to the thigh and hook to the body hit. The chief is down, but he gets back up again. He's hurt, but he doesn't show it. Some might call that a warrior's spirit.

The former golden gloves champion fires back a barrage of punches of his own. He starts with two lightning quick jabs in an attempt to try and nab a hit on Hawkshade's face. The jabs are followed by attempted hooks to the body before trying to land a devastating right uppercut. Devastating...IF it connects.

@the_epitome:

Sarah smiles, "That is a good point, but everyone has to go. No exceptions. And besides, we get so many with powers joining, you'll get put in that boot camp. So, maybe you'll find some challenge there even if you do not tire."

@sarah_and_lara:

Fists flew toward Hawkshade and he transitioned from offense to defense with a fluid ease that belayed his size, twisting ever so slightly toward his right and leaning a couple of inches as he did so, slipping the first jab and then pulling his head straight back to avoid the second but the head movement left his body exposed and the security chiefs hooks slammed home in his torso. He grunted. The blows were heavy and precise; the mark of a skilled, fit fighter. It hurt but before he could shake off the pain an uppercut raced upward toward his jaw-- the young master reacted on pure instinct, arching his back and twisting his head to the side so the security chiefs fist brushed up the side of his face instead of slamming into his jaw, leaving a cut on his cheek.

Hawkshade's ribs ached but he ignored it as his brain worked a hundred miles a minute. Boxing stance. Attack by combination, all hands. Seventy two percent chance of a boxing base.

The adjustment was immediate. Hawkshade abandoned his boxing strikes and shifted into a longer, bladed stance, feinting a jab before whipping his leg around with tremendous force, targeting the Security Chiefs leg again, aiming to hammer his hardened shinbone straight into the leg muscle he had already struck once, hoping to weaken the Chiefs balance, slow his movement and impede his footwork; degrading his base.

@hawkshade: (OOC: Your fun to have an IC fight with. ^_^)

Boxers aren't very skilled at blocking leg kicks to the thigh. Richard's kick connects and the Chief grunts in pain. He is starting to regret not taking lessons from Elite on how to expand his range of combat skills. Knowing he's fighting a losing fight, the Chief grits his teeth.

Then he orders the sizable security team to attack Hawkshade. They begin to attack him three at a time, trying to land punches and kicks.

@sarah_and_lara:

Epitome nodded his head with a faint smile. "Your logic is sound. I understand and agree with your argument.", he said politely. He folded his hands together as he looked straight ahead, momentarily processing his recently acquired information. His eyes flickered with blue flashing lights as he completed this action. "When is the exact time that I will need to attend this boot camp. Please give the specific hour of the day.

@the_epitome: (Before we continue, it's up to you if you want to RP a little of the boot camp or we can skip it and go off from there. ^_^)

@sarah_and_lara: Well thank you.

Hawkshade didn't hesitate; he charged the crowd, throwing himself into an offensive flurry of strikes to drive back the leaders and suppress their offense with his own. Here his sheer size benefited him as he was capable of simply ignoring strikes that didn't carry the power needed to harm him and he could drive through the smaller guards with the momentum his two hundred and forty pound body generated on the charge.

This offensive approach was not without its cost and as Hawkshade drove through the group and out the other side he felt the pain of a dozen blows that had struck home. A particularly powerful kick had smashed into his cowl and the dull ache of a headache had already begun.

But he was out of the computer room and a smoke Iaculum stuck into the floor in his wake, filling the passageway with thick black smoke as the Heir to Shadow sprinted down the corridor at a speed that bordered on the limits of what a human being was capable of, retracing his steps by memory, following the map he created in his mind palace when he first entered the carrier, racing toward the exit at shocking speed.

@hawkshade:

Hawkshade would succeed in his attempt to break free of the men and to cover his escape. Sarah Jones watches the escape on the monitors and smiles inwardly. She knew the man would escape. Hawkshade might receive a little resistance on the way to the exit, but nothing the man cannot handle.

And then that was it. Sarah will now have to increase security in that room and on the helicarrier so that something like this cannot happen again. Hawkshade almost got what he came for. It must be 3x as difficult the next time, if he ever chooses to come back to make another attempt.

(OOC: Awesome RP, thanks. ^_^)

@the_epitome:

0600 on Monday." Sarah tells him the location too, "I look forward to seeing you become a full member of the DSA, Epitome."

@sarah_and_lara: (OOC: Sorry for the late response.)

Epitome smiled as he obtained information. His eyes flickered once for a split second as he finished absorbing her words. "I will due everything in my power be at the boot camp at 0600 on Monday. Thank you for the opportunity, I am highly anticipating becoming a DSA agent." Epitome leaned over as he offered Director Jones a friendly handshake. "Would you like to shake my hand?"

@the_epitome:

Sarah smiles at the machine who looks like a man, shaking his hand, "You don't need to ask. I look forward to working with you, Epitome."

@sarah_and_lara: Epitome continued to smile after hearing her response. "Thank you.", he replied.