DC's Path of Ruin: Book I

August 19th, 2015 - Part 2/August 20th, 2015 - Part 1

Day 249 - August 19th, 2015 : Late Night - Around 11 PM (Section 3, Xīndōngfāng Provence, China)

In a recently abandoned western building of what used to be California, stood the Terminator himself, Deathstroke. He decided to set up camp here for the night. Ever since his decommissioning from Lex a few months ago and the healing of his leg, Joseph decided that he had enough of sitting around and doing nothing. So, he got back on the job, having done some assassinations around the globe in the span of a month.

Somewhere around in the second month had he gone to visit Dr. Lincoln, or Frosty, as he called her, in Thailand. He hung around there for a week before business exploded elsewhere. As it turned out, China had taken some of the states from Liber'wreck-o and some people weren't fans of that. They were willing to pay top dollar for his services and once the money was sent in, the job came to fruition.

He'd been asked to bomb a few buildings by some of the rebels, which in itself wasn't really all that difficult. When actually in one of the Northern territories, it seemed that the new owners did a little remodeling, styles of architecture in many of the buildings being different. Much of the southern area of 'california' being untouched. What was annoying though, was that after a while, the Chinese decided to send their Justice League after him. One of them, called the 'Celestial Archer', could apparently give Green Arrow a run for his money because when he shot arrows, they'd never miss.

All that meant for Joseph was that the entire time, arrows coming from nowhere would hit and bounce off of his armor. It had stopped a few hours ago, but to keep prepared, he went into a room of the building that wasn't near any openings, a small office on the second floor. From the way that things seemed earlier, this building would have been attempted to be used for military purposes. However, the bodies that littered the first floor all scattered about said otherwise. The building itself was located in a desert area in Riverside, only very few building structures around for a mile or two.

Joseph selected this location as it seemed to have the least amount of military attention for the time being, as well as the decent amount of isolation. Joseph had brought a little supplies with him, having made and eaten a sandwich to sustain himself.

While he was enjoying himself, a jade dim ball of light had slowly crept into the office as it phased through the wall. Its airy tail trailed behind it and the glowing cluster of energy gave out the distant cry of a pained man, its sound left to echo three time exactly before ceasing and the ball vanished. Another phased through the roof, repeating the same eerie call and drifting apart.

Joseph raised a brow as he watched the balls fly across the room. He kept more so to the center of the room, away from the walls. He guessed that these were probably ghosts, though Chinese ones not being as scary, or as cheesy. Still, he'd keep an eye out. Mystical shit of this kind was unpredictable.

The office door was punched in, the metal of its body caving into the exact bulbous shape of a man's unusual fist as the impact came. Flying from its hinges, August General in Iron stomped on the door and let it shatter under his strength. To the Terminator, his files pulled up nothing, but his eyes saw a man several inches shorter, encased entirely in carapace that kept to him like armor, bulking his frame.

"By the law of The People's Republic of China you will lower your weapons or die" he warned, his voice carried a thick accent of his asian mainland. Joseph seemed to be thinking for a moment, though the thought was clear. His helmet quickly scanned the man's body, the armored plating being of high density. It advised to take the man with caution, only weak points being the eyes and mouth.

"The People's Republic of China can kiss my-" Joseph halted as the man rushed forward, attempting an attack between his knees. Joseph hopped to the side and held onto the hilt of his blade, the ground beneath him shaking, enough for him to pace back a step. Joseph unsheathed the sword quickly, the golden colored blade reflecting in the small bit of light in the room. A ghostly jade hand grabbed at his wrist to keep his blade low and matching energy blasts emerged from the barrel of a green dressed woman's gun. A Chinese woman in the garment of a Chinese dress with slits open up past the thigh of each side allowed her to run swiftly around the fight, firing more shots that staggered Joseph.