Daily #66 - THE SALVADOR and Frigon Pourri (cowritten by Zoid)
On the upside, business was booming for him and The Master. All these extra parts flying around were ripe for salvaging, though there were moments when a few parts Frigon needed to acquire were still attached to their owners. With the war going on though, taking these parts was a lot easier now that you didn't have to worry about messing up troll etiquette or something. Just like right now, when Frigon was looming over the mangled body of an unfortunate lowblood, who happened to have the perfect brain(The Master insisted on using archaic terms, that lovable weirdo ) for an experiment of his.
"S-suck my bonebulge you traitor." The lowblood managed to cough out as Frigon lifted his body up.
"No thanks. But hwe have machines that can do that for you." Frigon commented while he opened a sack with his other hand. "Now stay quiet or things will get worse for you. The Master only needs your head, after all."
"VILLAIN!" The loud call from above came from a figure framed by light, the spotlight they had been searching for this past five minutes since spotting Frigon now pointed just right to illuminate them. With a louder "HUP" the figure flipped through the air, descending from the tall building to land upon the ground below.
Their appearance was odd, mechanical almost were it not for the way they moved. A powersuit? Between grey and white, a helmet of strange horns and a letter upon their chest, here they stood, moving towards the giant monster before them. "Your evil ways will not be tolerated!" Their cry reverberated from building to building, covering the entire city it seemed with their voice. "Release the captive and face JUSTICE!"
With this final announcement they stopped walking and raised both arms, taking an odd stance.
For THE SALVADOR, for this was who this figure was, was a master of the combat pose. They'd just finally completed this one when night broke out, and set out across the city to look for an evildoer to defeat.
And here one stood. Justice would see triumph. As it always did.
"Oh, that might be your best entrance yet, meester," Frigon took in a deep breath, inflating his lungs(or respiratory meat sacks, for those who didn't go to troll medical school) to twice their size, and yelled, "THE SALVADOR."
Here was another of the many changes the civil war brought to the city. There certainly weren't any masked vigilantes running around the neighborhood back then, but these nights he had to contend with meester JUSTICE over there on top of avoiding hostile warbands looking to cull a few high/lowbloods. "I think I saw a purpleblood chopping up some poor, innocent barkbeasts at the hive block nearby. You should go check it out and keep the peace, meester THE SALVADOR."
"Your meaningless words will not stop me, monster." The Salvador continued forward now, fists raised. This one was sizable, no doubt powerful. No doubt confident. But THE SALVADOR would crush that confidence. For none that are evil could withstand their righteous fury. This was the way of things.
"Place the bag down. Gently."
Frigon rolled his eyes, well, the non-compound one anyway. Again with the good legislacerator routine. Why can't this guy bother someone else, for a change? It wasn't like Frigon hated him after all, but THE SALVADOR was possessed of a stubborn determination to thwart his every move as if he wanted some hardcore black hanky panky. A working troll like Frigon had no time for that. "Okay meester, see, look, hwe're all friends here, gently, calmly, yes..."
The bag Frigon was carrying around was slowly placed on the floor, his eyes never ceasing to break away from THE SALVADOR's gaze. "Okay, I placed the bag down now. Hwill you let me go back to my hive now, meester THE SALVADOR?"
Never ceasing to break eye contact, although with their mask in place, THE SALVADOR'S gaze was never revealed, they stalked forward, reaching out and grabbing the bag by the neck. Stepping backwards while facing forwards, they dragged it a few steps back, before jerking their arm to throw it behind them.
"Get out of here," they called out, expecting the hapless troll inside to heed their words and escape.
With that done, they focused fully once more on Frigon. "You are a danger on these streets, a villain of the highest compare that threatens everyone he sees. I will stop you."
"Villain? Hwe were just doing our job! Frigon no villaining!" The hulking troll snapped, furious that he had to let that one go. The specimen would've ended up dying in the ensuing scuffle with this irritating grubsucker anyway, like last time. "Frigon no danger to streets! Streets nice! Frigon sleep on them all the timing!"
He ran towards THE SALVADOR, ripping off a small chunk of the hive wall closest to him and threw it at the masked troll. "You make Frigon work messy one last time maskface!"
"JUSTICE BLOW!" With a roaring cry as THE SALVADOR swung their arm, they broke through the incoming chunk of building, charging forward towards Frigon. "WIth that, I could not agree more!"
Frigon ignored the debris flying towards him, smashing into his foe with a tackle. His arms were squeezing THE SALVADOR's head, powerful muscles applying enough pressure to make a lesser troll's head burst. "What did Frigon do to you! Did Frigon steal your matersprite? Frigon no help it if Frigon charming!"
Slipping their own arms upwards between Frigon's own, The Salvador applied pressure, the immense strength conferred by their powersuit allowing them to budge the troll. With a little movement available they lifted their entire body and shoved both legs together into the troll's gut. It was soft, unpleasantly so, with the way this thing was built there was no real resistence to do proper damage to their. With further force they pushed aside Frigon's own arms and dropped down to the ground, spinning around to duck out from under the huge troll's feet - although not without applying a devestating kick to the ankles first.
"You kidnap, threaten and endager every troll you set eyes upon. You are an enemy of this world. There is no more reason needed for your villainous nature."
The Salvador stepped back, arms raised again for combat. This one was furiously strong, but to no fearful degree. Fear was not something A WARRIOR OF JUSTICE had need for. "Now stand and fight!"
Frigon's knees buckled, the attack on his ankles nearly bringing him down. His other hand reflexively shielded his stomach, albeit belatedly. He needed to get his nerves rearranged again so he could block attacks of that speed faster, presuming there was an again if Frigon wasn't able to bring in the subjects he needed. He spat out brown blood from his lower mandibles, which hissed on the ground as it slowly ate through stone.
"Frigon no care. Frigon do what The Master says. What The Master wants," He pulled his arm back, then swung it forwards with his hands clenched in a fist. "The Master gets! No goody good legislacerator stops Frigon."
"No pawn!" As the fist came in, THE SALVADOR surged forward, placing their own hand on the wrist of Frigon allowing themselves to shoot up to head height, knee driving into the monster's face, "CAN STOP JUSTICE!" Despite this declaration, Frigon was more than fast enough to grab The Salvador by the leg and throw them straight through a nearby building.
Shoving aside the pieces of wall covering them, The Salvador rose to their feet.
"RAAAAARGH!" As the Salvador stood up, Frigon charged once again, smashing into the Salvador and the building. The two crashed inside what was apparently a conveniently empty room, though signs of an earlier struggle were evident in the already broken furniture inside. A common enough occurence in these war-torn times. Frigon locked the Salvador on the floor with his strong legs, and reached for the closest piece of broken cocoon he could use to bludgeon The Salvador.
It was at that split second that the Salvador struck, a fist being driven into Frigon's gut. As he doubled over, THE SALVADOR grabbed Frigon by the side of his head and drove his armored skull into the frankensteinian monstrosity before him.
Frigon roared back, unsteady but unwilling to be pushed back, he pushed forward, swinging to crush the armoured hero into the ground.
THE SALVADOR'S superior movement skills, raised to the limits by their combat suit, quickly had them dodging, going from standing before Frigon to being pressed into the roof, to standing behind their legs and delivering a rapid series of kicks.
As Frigon's legs gave out and the monster began to fall, a flailing arm caught THE SALVADOR and the sheer force behind it exploded them out of the building, leaving a SALVADOR shaped hole in the wall.
Frigon tried to stand up, his massive hands pressed against the wall as he tried to regain his footing. He heard a sickening crunch from one of his legs as it was crushed by Frigon's own weight. He sighed, more irritated than in pain. Limb failure seemed to be an increasingly common problem for him these days. Frigon punched the wall and grabbed the largest chunk, jabbing it into his crushed foot to use as a make-shift prosthetic. He dragged himself out of the building, ready to crush the Salvador with his hands.
The Salvador responded by driving another kick to his stomach, though this time Frigon was prepared. The moment his enemy's foot connected he pounded The Salvador with both hands, then lifted his other foot to stomp on the grubsucker's ugly mask.
Moving just in time to raise an arm to cover their skull, THE SALVADOR felt the incredible pressure, sensed the danger that was present. Although the suit did not break, it creaked, a solid sign of the ridiculous power of the pieced together troll monster. But Frigon made a mistake in assuming this blow had been strong enough. As the foot lifted so that he could see the remains of the hero, The Salvador struck, flipping around to place both feet against the rising foot and push, exerting enough force to push the larger troll right off of their feet.
Rather than attack in this moment, THE SALVADOR quickly bounced from building to building, rising higher and higher until their fist clenched the target. Before lowering down to attack Frigon, after being pushed out of the building before, they had retrieved an important tool.
And now falling from above, wielding the SPOTLIGHT OF JUSTICE, THE SALVADOR smashed the machine directly down atop Frigon.
For a moment Frigon was confused. The Salvador never backed out from a fight, unless circumstances (like a bunch of angry highbloods out for the vigilante's blood, or the building they were fighting in collapsing over their heads) prevented it. He followed his movements with his eyes the best he could, barely making out the white blur the Salvador became at the moment.
He followed the blur's movements until he saw him vanish from the rooftop of another hive. Initially he thought the vigilante had fled, so Frigon turned his back to pursue that troll who got away. He couldn't have gotten far, with his legs in such a sorry state, but ultimately it didn't matter if he caught up with the troll or not.
The SPOTLIGHT OF JUSTICE rapidly descending from the sky wouldn't let him anyway.
With a very loud cry of "JUSTICE!", THE SALVADOR swung the machine around, bringing the giant light directly down atop Frigon. It began to creak and break against the muscled body of Frigon, however there was no way it did no damage, the way Frigon began to crouch and groan showed that.
Bouncding a few steps back from this, The Salvador internally contemplated the situation. Frigon had made their escape many times before, but this was the furthest the troll had been pushed. Perhaps now was the time to finally deliver justice.
"Surrender, villain. Your evil ways will now come to an end."
The remains of the Salvador's spotlight were thrown aside as Frigon stood up, bits of metal and glass embedded on his body. His tattered lab coat was shredded even more, while a finger or two had evidently fallen off. There was little way to distinguish an uninjured Frigon from an injured one, but the simultaneous snarling of both his mouth and his mandibles, the leaking black fluids from his arms and the way a tumor was growing on one of his wounds indicated that he was the latter at the moment.
"Frigon no villain. Frigon. Is. Working. Troll." He ripped the tumor off his body and threw it at The Salvador, bursting before the vigilante troll could knock it away. The tumor made a sickening shriek as it exploded, which almost sounded like a dying troll's screams if you listened hard enough. The shriek was followed by more screams and a burst of psychic energy from the hive behind The Salvador.
"Mad Mad gland. Frigon no like Mad Mad gland, but Frigon no like you! The Master hwill be mad, coz it hard to find bluebloods with..." He concentrated, rubbing his temple with a bloody hand. " 'spehusl psycho-reactive headspungshes', but it make mindbendy trolls go mad." He pointed to the hive behind The Salvador, where a redblood jumped out of the building and burst into flame as he fell to the ground.
Countless warnings erupted within the helmet, the minor electronics within the suit reporting the problems. This was dangerous. Dangerous but. Not. Lethal.
"SUBMIT!" Bursting forward with their full speed, the black bile of the tumor dripping from their combat suit, THE SALVADOR leaped up to Frigon's head and placed a hand against the face, allowing them to swivel their entire body and swing around their right fist with incredible force. "JUSTICE PUNCH!"
Frigon blinked, only now registering what just happened. For a second, he remembered THE SALVADOR disappearing in a blinding blur, an immense force striking his face, and every nerve on his right cheek exploding as his pain receptors were overloaded for the first time. He was lying on the side of a building, the force of the attack enough to even send him flying, but he wasn't done yet. There was probably nothing on the planet that could kill Frigon.
He moved his arm to his face so he could feel where the blow struck, but found himself unable to with his left arm. He tried with his right arm, but also found that he couldn't feel his face with it. Oh well, it wasn't that hard to reknit his nervous system once he got away from this maniac. Frigon pulled himself out of the wall, jumping down from the crater that was left in the huilding. He grinned smugly with both mouths, even more convinced now than ever at the skill of The Master when it came to flesh craft. His body, though injured, was still standing, compared to The Salvador's who was surely on the verge of collapse from the Psych-out bomb's after-effects. He found himself marvelling at how his nigh-indestructible body was still standing, how his back, though covered with scars and bleeding an unholy mixture of blood and esoteric fluids still looked fine, whereas a weaker troll's would probably have their bones shattered by now.
For a few seconds Frigon paused, regarding his back once more. Then he glanced down with his eyes, and found that his head had been separated from his body. "Oh. This new."
Scouring the wreckage, The Salvador stacked wood atop the body of Frigon. This freakish beast was obviously not disposable in regular ways, and while separating the head from the body was a fairly reliable way of slaying the villainous (tm), this time it couldn't hurt to be sure. Once enough wood was stocked, using the remains of the spotlight to set sparks flying, The Salvador stepped back, watching the blaze light up. Noxious fumes poured forth, but that was to be expected, and with their mask, The Salvador was at no threat.
Satsified, they set off to locate the head and dispose of it in the same fashion.
Frigon was not a religious troll, and probably didn't know much about the subject anyway but he thanked the Mirthful Messiahs, the horroterrors, the Sufferer and even Troll Christopher Walken, blessings be upon those who ring his sacred moobeastbell, for the convenient cawbeast that picked his head up and carried it away to its nest. It woud take a few hours for Frigon to position his head to he could attach it to the avian creature who thought it was getting lunch, but as long as he could find another body to use that as fine with him. He was just glad he finally got THE SALVADOR off his shaved hair. Maybe now that the vigilante thought he was dead he'd be left in peace to bludgeon random passersby and take their nooks for experimentation.
Having failed to locate Frigon's head, THE SALVADOR claimed JUSTICE WAS DONE and took their leave of this sordid scene. Their GARB OF JUSTICE required a wash after being doused in that bile anyway. Ugh, washing day, truly the greatest ENEMY OF JUSTICE.
Truly indeed.