All villains are equal, but some are more equal than others

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Alcatraz was cracked open and the prisoners spilled free eagerly, but not everyone was spirited off the Rock. Some prisoners had only themselves to blame for that: they were too distracted by the chance to take revenge against the guards or the prison itself to grasp the larger freedom that awaited them across the Bay. As for the rest of the population....

A select few were taken directly to the mainland.

Many others were supplied with inflatable rafts equipped with small lightweight engines.

Some were given inflatable rafts and a set of oars.

Others, either through desperation or cunning, headed for the prison's own docks, where official motorboats awaited those able to overpower the guards.

The warden barricaded himself in his office and continued to sound the mayday, hoping that some help--any help--would arrive soon, before the Rock crumbled into the waters.

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"Giving orders?" A familiar armored figure rises from the ground. "No, Troia. You do not give the orders here."

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One legacy case stares down the other.

"Panzer. Go back now and I will see no additional years are added to your sentence."

She doubts he'll take her up on it, but she has to try.

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He shakes his head again. "I'm not good at following orders. Not the guards', not the warden's, and not yours."

The cannon arm comes up and he fires at her.

[middle-amazon.livejournal.com]

It's a shot she can't hope to block. Instead, she ducks, rolls under the blast, comes up flying about half a meter off the ground, and goes full tilt at Panzer's legs.

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The recoil from the cannon forced him to take a few steps back, and he tries to move sideways as well to avoid her charge, but she strikes one calf, forcing him to spin.

He brings the cannon to bear on her again.

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He won't get much of a shot. She's flying out to the bay and with a gasp, holds her breath and dives underwater. She might look like she retreating. Really she's looking for something specific and hoping his attention goes elsewhere for a moment.

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He frowns, lifts his free shoulder in a shrug, then swings the cannon to cover Arsenal. "You'll do, if she isn't--"

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Arsenal shakes his head, laughing. Ooh, he loves that woman. Panzer's going to regret this. A lot.

He's also going to regret the rubber-tipped arrow that's barreling towards his face. Heck, he might not even see it coming. Which probably means he won't see the second or third ones, either, the trajectories slightly adjusted to compensate for dodge.

Oh, yeah. Roy's ready to @#$% up someone's day.

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The first gets caught in a blast, the second is way off and he sees it whiz by. The third catches him between the plating covering his face. The world goes black in his vision and spins, and Panzer recoils, screaming.

He's also now blasting wildly with the cannon, spraying as much of the general area of his opponent that he can.

[middle-amazon.livejournal.com]

Which doesn't last long.

Remember the robot dinosaurs from eariler in the year? Remember how Troia threw one into the Bay? It's not in the Bay anymore. Instead, she's carrying the metal hulk up above the waves now and throwing it directly at an unsuspecting Panzer.

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WHAM!!!

The dinosaur leaves a bit of a crater in its wake, but Panzer is nowhere to be seen. For a few long moments it almost seems like it did the trick, but he isn't down that easily.

The metal shifts, cracks, and then blows into large chunks that roll onto the ground, smoking. "Thanks for the ammo." A chunk goes flying in Arsenal's direction, the cannon working to blow it into flying debris. There's no such thing as overkill and with only half his sight, he continues wildly firing.

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Shit.

Roy runs and tumbles, trying to get out of the way as best he can. He can hear the debris and various shots flying past his head, and then something sharp and fast gets him in the leg. He finds the best cover he can, hands working furiously to find what he's looking for in his quiver.

Bingo. Sticky bomb, purposefully designed for armor and with an arrow delivery system. He pops out of his hiding place long enough to fire a few arrows, the sticky bomb somewhere in the barrage.

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"Hiding now?" he taunts. Even with his limited eyesight, he's blasting most of the arrows out of the air. Even the ones that reach him shatter on his armor.

One seems to have stuck, though.

"Wh--" The bomb detonates, sending Panzer back into the ground in billowing smoke. He looks more annoyed than anything and is charging up that cannon once again.

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"CHRIST, stay the hell down already!" Roy shouts angrily, ducking back down behind his cover.

"Sweetie, love of my life, can you pretty please bust up that mother@#$%ing cannon?!"

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"One better, my love," she replies diving at Panzer's blindslide. That adhiesive is just ugly. It could hold space ships together while in warp. This is why she's going glue that cannon to the dino wreckage. If that works then the next stop for all things metal will be back into the Bay.

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Panzer is knocked into the wreckage, Troia's theory working successfully to stick him to the debris.

Unfortunately, now he's using it as a sort of shield and fly swatter. "I thought you were a smarter opponent than that, Troia. I have to say I'm disappointed."

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Yes, but with that dino on his gun and his cyber-eye out of commission, he can't fire it without knocking himself into next week with a misfire. He's also off balance and his focus is squarely on her.

She bobs, weaves, and most importantly, tries to do much of this as she can while airborn. It should give her husband a shot to Panzer's lower half.

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Arsenal could fire out something to just trip him up, but this yahoo is part of the grander scheme that ripped him away from his honeymoon, and has placed his daughter in the 'in danger' category. No sympathy.

Panzer's too busy dancing around, trying to keep his balance and keep a flitting Donna away. Roy lets two more sticky bombs fly, aimed for his legs.

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He's too unbalanced to properly dodge. Both get him in the same leg and he tumbles sideways with the impact, and then down in quite a ridiculous fashion as the bombs go off.

The armor's kept him pretty protected but now he's buried under his own crude shield. He makes the attempt to unbury himself and get back to his feet.

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Not happening. She dives in for a punch to the face.