Log:The Hell Rider's Wrath

The Devil's Cut 2015/11/05 Daemon Porter Grimm

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It's late this Wednesday night. Daemon is up to his usual antics most likely, and Porter? Porter is getting coffee at Coffeebucks in The Towers district since he was in the area anyway, and that place was closer than Past Times.

Once again, Daemon's nanite bugging of Grimm alerts him, as it frequently seems to. His poor friend is often neck deep in danger. A lot of things seem to want to kill her or bind her for some reason. Half the time it's good guys. The other half, unspeakable horrors. This time, it will prove to be the latter. The readings spike to show exertion beyond just working out.

Her location is in Locke Business Park...but then her GPS signal splits. She's suddenly in both Locke Business Park and on the street near the Towers, not too far by Coffeebucks, as luck (or Porter) would have it....

Daemon 's alert screen splits the emergency medical alert to its 2 GPS locations.

Seeing one near by he decides to investigate that first.

He leaps from the tower rooftop he's own and shoots his swingline out- flipping through the air to change the degree of his decent slightly before shooting his line and continuing his speedy pace. towards Grimm & oddly enough Porter.

Porter is on patrol. Somewhere, a city is trembling. Whether its in fear or laughter? Who knows. Patrolling is hard work, and dehydrating. That means that, right now, he's taking a vital rehydration and recaffeination break at the Coffeebucks way up in the Tower. It even has an awesome view to go with the awesome hot bean water!

A dark portal opens by a vacant parking spot in front of a parking meter suddenly, swirling and black before it starts to lighten to show the business park beyond. A man in a suit and tie comes hurtling out, looking like he was thrown or shoved. Grimm collapses behind him, falling face down and landing half way between this side of the shadow gate and the other side. Split signals. A tear in space.

Behind her, on the other side, there's the sound of hoofbeats on concrete clopping at high speed. Gabrielle, quite frankly, looks terrified. She shoots her head up from where she lays prone, her hair flipping with the speed of her look, but some of it is strewn this way and that, some strands concealing half her face. Only the right side of her face can be seen momentarily, and it shows only wide eyed panic and horror. "Get up! Run!" she shouts at the business man desparately. She claws and scrapes to try and get up to her feet as fast as possible as the hoof beats grow louder and closer, trying to get herself on the other side of the gate so she can close it.

She's almost up and free of the portal's threshold when a whip suddenly wraps around her left ankle and yanks her back towards the portal, the hoof beats clattering to a halt. It unbalances her and causes her to fall to the ground again with a grunt as she's dragged across concrete, her fingernails scratching along the ground as she tries to keep herself from getting dragged back, but once again she's caught halfway between two locations and can't seal the portal without cutting herself in half.

The wind blows a cold fall breeze blows in with an icy fury. Daemon's just at the leading edge of it as he lands to see the reason why his GPS is showing her in 2 places at once.

"What the hell is this?" Daemon asks with a sneer. The wind blows his coat towards the open portal.

He begins running to give Grimm his hand to halt whatever it is pulling at her.

Porter spots the portal mid-sip. First he blinks in surprise (default), then gets immediately worried (the other default). He finally manages to swalow the mouthful when he sees that it's Gabrielle. Ok, that's alr-what the heck is following her and why does she look freaked out?!?! (That would be right back to worried). "Grimm! Are you O-crap!" Whips are never good. Well, not in public. Halfway between worlds is even more not good. "Hang on!" He's now running her way, leaving a poor cup to fall and detonate in a coffeexplosion in his wake. Caffeine abuse.

Grimm reaches out for Daemon as he starts running for her. Her terrified eyes drift to Porter as she recognizes him.

But then...clop clop CLOP CLOP. She stops being pulled once she's left in the middle of her own portal. A knight with spiked armor of red with gold trim rides through on a black stallion with flaming hooves and firey eyes, out through the portal and onto the street. The horse snorts out some flame and smoke as it passes through. The Hell Rider holds the whip in his left hand, and a battle axe on his back. His right hand guides the reins.

"I have warned you before what would happen if you interfered in my revenge, Dark Lady," the Hell Rider intones solemnly to Gabrielle. "This is the last time you will stand between me and my pray." His warning sounds very final. He kicks at his steed's flanks as they pass her, and the horse kicks back to clock Gabrielle in the head.

Her head snaps back before she drops limply facedown on the concrete. It's got to hurt as she loses consciousness. However, now that she's out, her own portal begins to shrink down, threatening to close on her while the Hell Rider is free to stalk his prey, the frightened business man who's gotten up to his feet and begun running.

Daemon ignores the rider, and leaps the last 10m- clear over the rider's head, and landing mere inches from Grimm.

As soon as his feet hit the ground, he tumbles to the right of the open portal and pulls Grimm out of the portal smoothly, using his momentum and super-strength to lift her up and out so that she doesn't touch the ever shrinking edges.

The Hell Rider's helm is focused on the running business man. "You cannot evade me for long, Vanwallen," he warns angrily. "Onwards, Brimstone!" He kicks at his steeds flanks and the stallion begins to gallop forward, picking up speed.

Meanwhile, Daemon succesfully extracts Grimm from being permanently in two places at once. She's out cold and limply flops in his grasp. She's going to have the mother of all headaches when she wakes up.

Porter isn't about to watch Grimm die. Again. Or even get hurt. Again again. Not without doing something. He's anything but quick, though, and ...that guy gets to her first. At least he knows he's an ally. Whew. Ok. That just leaves the headed horseman. So Porter does the typical smart Porter thing and puts himself between a galloping horse and the suit. "Hey! Go back where you came from! And the horse you rode in on!"

"Step aside, boy, and no harm will come to you. This is between me and the man who lies," the Hell Rider gives Porter fair warning.

Daemon shrugs at the Rider's offer to Porter. If he hadn't lead with knocking his friend out, and maybe lead with 'I must kill the liar' - well the shoe would porbably be on the other foot. He'd still have to lodge said foot into this Rider's ass, but at least it wouldn't be anything personal. Now its personal.

Daemon holds up his gauntlet and turns his palm towards the Rider.

As he speaks the words are routed to a built-in speaker system that would be the envy of some of the world's best music venues.

"I DON'T THINK SO, MR. BELL-RIDER. WE STILL HAVE BUSINESS TO ATTEND TO." Daemon booms. Then closing his fist and leveling it at the rider, he launches a High Voltage Stickydisk at the bastard.

The Hell Rider cups his hand free hand over the ear nearest to Daemon, but the sonic emitters make it hard to avoid the sound. "Aughh! This IS my business. It doesn't concern you!" His armor starts to smolder and burn with the flames of hell as for his axe and wrests it free from his holder. "You have one last chance to leave. Take the Dark Lady if you wish. But if she interfers again, her life is forfeit and SHE shall be next on my list."

Brimstone trots on after the fleeing man more slowly. The horse snorts and regards Porter standing in front of him.

"Sorry Bub, you must not know the lady very well... There's no way she's gonna stop until you've been stopped." Daemon says, crossing his arms defensively but clearly holding his ground. "So with all due respect- which by my count is none- FUCK... YOU..." He adds with a smirk.

Porter thinks the guy doesn't know them very well at all. "You should've listened to her and stopped doing whatever she told you to." So what if it trying to impress him didn't work the last time, maybe he'll get smart and listen, now? A convenient gust of wind comes in from nowehere. Rather than heroically flutter capes or hair, it blows up a bunch of random trash: newspapers, rotting food, newpapers covered in rotting food... most of which blow right at Mr. Hell on a Horse.