Commencement of Attack 

[Blüdhaven, January 15, 2008 9:03 PM]

Instead of storing the items and taking the train back to Star City, Oliver rather drove to the docks of Bludhaven and ditched the vehicle, setting it aflame before repositioning himself inside an abandoned warehouse. There, he equipped the attire and gear. 

This being his first "super" suit, he forewent speed and took his sweet time to gear up. First, he slipped on the combat pants, shirt, boots, and gloves, all in that order. Followed by this were the straps and holsters for the weapons he'd be carrying, and then, the weapons themselves. 

The escrima sticks settled into two clips behind his waist, his pistols entered their shoulder holsters and hugged his ribcage, leaving the modified katana to find its place at his side. Two things remained after this: the overcoat and the helmet. 

Picking up the coat, he slung it over his shoulder and slipped his arms into it, enjoying the feeling of coolness it gave him. Last but not least came the helmet which he picked up and put on. With a tap to its side, the darkness that clouded his vision disappeared, and the dust covered boats in the dark warehouse entered his vision once more. 

Finding the dark room a good test case, he cycled through vision modes of the headgear. These modes weren't in his specifications, they were something Lodai added as a bonus. Nevertheless, he appreciated the gesture, not complaining one bit as he watched the large enclosure gain a bright green filter before it changed to a world of blues, greens and a few tiny orange spots. 

Pleased with that try-out, he changed back to night vision mode and pulled up the hood of the coat. 

He then unsheathed the sword, eager to perform one last test. With a sound imperceptible to normal humans, he gripped the 8 inch long hilt and pulled out the 28 inch long blade. From the tip of the sword to the pommel that rested below his grip, everything had a pitch black shade.

Aware of the eye-catching effects of [Reinforcement], one of the specifications he requested was the application of a light absorbent material on every item he ordered. At first, he wanted it for just the sword, but he soon changed his mind, finding no reason to not take it a step further. 

He didn't need nice colors, or bright ones for that matter. His actions and goals involved little heroics, thus, adding some bright colors would serve no purpose in his current and future endeavors. That's why he specified an all black get-up, one that sent no particular message. 

A target's interpretation of his appearance was up to them…if they even had time to form a thought upon meeting him. 

That aside, he channeled every ounce of radiant energy into the broader than normal katana, doubling its already impressive hardness and sharpness by a factor of ten. Yes, ten. The few days he had to wait after locating the Ninth Circle base weren't spent being idle. 

His experience with the endless swim forced him to look at other avenues for points. Robert's notebook with the names of the city's worst individuals came to mind. After dealing with Fyers' merry band and meeting Yao Fei, he discovered that the latter found the man's body and buried him, pocketing the book. 

When the general found out the man he buried was his savior's father, he passed the book over to him, though at the time, his interest in it wasn't that high. He was mainly focused on brainstorming ways to navigate his new life, how to deal with Malcolm, and what path to take with his system. 

However, his recent adventure in the open sea saw him turn to the book in order to deal with some of the names in it. 

The three he chose, being human traffickers, were the worst of the worst in his opinion. Each of them had developed their "enterprises" into hundred man operations that evaded the purview of the law and its enforcers with ease, allowing them to ruin hundreds and possibly thousands of lives. 

Good thing he didn't give two shits about the law. 

In the four days that he waited, he ended and exposed their individual operations. Every man involved fell to his sword, fists, or whatever weapon he had on hand. The lucky victims also regained their individual freedoms, a situation that joined up with the massacres and whipped up a massive frenzy in the city and country as a whole. 

As the perpetrator behind this storm, he didn't care for it one bit. What mattered to him were the points he obtained and the ability he unlocked at the hundredth kill. But that would come later. With every point of radiant energy he dumped into the sword, a scene unlike the first time he tried this unfolded. 

Instead of lighting up and illuminating the surroundings like a flare in the deep sea, the blade subdued the light and gained red glowing lines that could be best described as vein-like circuitry. The sight made him smile under his mask as he waved the sword about and left red trails in the air. 

Making his way to a thick concrete pillar, he maintained the single-handed grip and waved the blade towards the supporting beam, slicing through it with little effort. It didn't feel like he cut through rock at all, and upon retraction of the energy and examination of the blade, nothing on it hinted at its recent achievement. 

Shiii! Click! -The sword went back into its sheath. There was nothing else to do in here, so he returned and stored the empty cases after which he scanned the area to ensure he left no trace behind. Going back outside, he stood a good distance from the pier and brought up the system to complete the final preparations. 

..................…

Name: Oliver Jonas Queen

Race: Human/Isu Hybrid

Bloodline: Isu (50.00%)

Strength: 80

Agility: 102 > 231

Durability: 102 > 230

Vitality: ∞ 

Senses: 80

Mind: 8 

Radiant Energy: 20

Spectral Energy: 69 *(marked gun) *Moira *Thea *Walter *Slade *Money *Plane 

Available Points: 257 > 0

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After he obtained the points, he held off on distributing them and tried to see how much his radiant energy could improve. A five time increase in the structural integrity of any object was nothing to scoff at. If he managed to get to ten, twenty or fifty times, what would that be like?

Unfortunately, those levels of power were guaranteed to remain a dream. At the 20th mark when he tried to add more points to the attribute, the system notified him that he'd reached the limit of his race, meaning he'd gone past what a hybrid should possess and reached the level of a fully-fledged Isu.

Such a development miffed him, but what else could he do other than put the matter aside and make plans to address it in the future?

Already impatient from waiting so long, he wasted no time and distributed the available points between his two favorite attributes: agility and durability. Fast and hard enough to outrun and withstand attacks, the perfect combination in his opinion. Strength and speed might be great, but he had no use for strength. 

With his sword and radiant energy, his attack power had reached unfathomable heights. What he needed was a way to increase the rate of these attacks and a way to avoid being injured. Because injuries meant incapacitation of disruption of movement. Even with his miraculous healing, the possibility of being captured and bound always existed. 

Immediately after the distribution, warmth of a pleasant quality coursed through him, making him close his eyes and moan in ecstasy. The moment the feelings faded away, he cracked his neck and loosened himself up with a few movements before exploding towards the sea with all the strength he could consciously muster. 

BOOM! 

A wave of air and pressure exploded in his vicinity as he accelerated to a velocity beyond that of sound. Nearby windows and lights shattered, while the ground cracked and formed craters wherever he kicked off. 

In a continuous explosive fashion, the shockwave persisted and stuck to him. Like a conical tail, it pursued him and unleashed nothing but devastation and pandemonium in his wake. Even when he jumped off land onto the ocean, traversing its surface as though it were solid ground, the wave persisted, cutting a loud and visible swath of seawater behind him. 

Uncaring of the uproar he'd caused, he relished in the wind cutting against his special clothes and the euphoria of experiencing what used to be an impossible dream. Eager to go even faster and experience more of this feeling, he removed the limiters on his body and blasted forth with speed just shy of Mach 2. 

"WOOOOOAAAH!"

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[January 15, 2008 9:18 PM]

In contrast to the prior journey that took almost an hour and a half to complete, Oliver's recent improvement in agility saw him complete this same journey in a mere ten minutes. And just like when he first arrived, there was nothing on the open sea, only the dark endless waters reflecting the light of the moon.

'Here goes nothing…' he thought as he approached at a reduced speed, slow enough that no sonic boom occurred, but fast enough to continue treading upon the sea. With a simple mental nudge, he activated both [Eagle Pulse] and [Enhanced Synesthesia], encompassing the entire vessel with the pulse and revealing his targets. 

Maintaining that same speed, he leapt into the air, intent on landing on the ship to commence his attack. Mid-air, he noted the locations of Dante and his two direct subordinates, marking them with [Master Tracker II]. In the midst of this however, his senses alerted him to a peculiarity in the invisible barrier around the ship.

For some reason, the closer he drew to the sphere, the stronger the sensation of running into a wall became. 

'Don't tell me… a force field?' he thought in incredulity, an emotion that soon gave way to calmness. 'Of course it's a forcefield. I wouldn't expect anything less from these guys…' 

Unperturbed by this development, he maintained his parabolic trajectory, having no means to alter it anyway. What he did have a means of altering, was the manner in which he would "land." 

Cocking back his gloved fist, a dull red glow accompanied by lines of the same color crawled onto it and joined to form odd looking lines. These lines climbed up his forearm as it bulged and enlarged, his body straining under the strength coursing through it right now.

To be frank, he didn't expect to break through the force field. Using [Limiter Removal] in conjunction with all his radiant energy was a gamble. Since an unexpected variable had appeared, he had to put all his cards on the table. Rather than give a half-hearted try, he chose to combine everything in his arsenal from the get-go. 

If that and all else failed, the Ninth Circle would survive this day, with no knowledge of the person who attacked them. Unfortunately for the circle, fate had decreed otherwise. They would fall today, and Oliver proved this when his full powered blow collided with the invisible energy field. 

Akin to a red blazing meteor, he crashed into the sphere and blew a massive hole in it, marking the edges of his intrusion with remnants of the red radiant energy. Smiling under his mask due to the unexpected success, he landed on the deck and peered upwards, observing the hole struggling to close. 

It seemed radiant energy had some not so good effects on other energies. The development beckoned at his curiosity, but now not being the time, he shelved it under things to research later. 

If the sounds of slamming metal doors and grinding locks in the belly of the ship told him anything, it was that his presence had been detected, and the most important individuals had locked themselves in. 

That didn't bother him though. For the next hour, whether they ran or hid, none of them would escape his senses. And so he shifted most of his focus off of them and gazed at the continuously increasing number of hooded acolytes running towards him, armed with nothing but metal staves. 

His eyebrows raised under his mask at that scene. 'Have you guys never heard of guns?' he asked no one in particular and reached into his coat for his pistols. 

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!