Hugo Fowl

: Name: Corvo of Ravenholde Race: Tiefling(Winged) Class: Warlock(Hexblade) Age: 19 Backstory: "I come from the city on behalf of the Healing Church not with a balm, but with a sword. But to ignore those in need is to fail the utmost teachings. Work to create a world where we will no longer be needed. Uplift those who need you. Banish evil where you find it." "I travel now on my journey of discovery, seeking an answer to my position in life and the absolute truth all of us are required to retain within our hearts and minds." Strength: 7 Durability: 5 Agility: 10 Intelligence: 6 Luck: 5 Charisma: 12 Level: 2 Skills: Persuasion, Religion, Athletics, Stealth Items: Survival Pack(Includes a backpack, a bedroll, a mess kit, a tinderbox, 10 torches, 10 days of rations, and a waterskin. The pack also has 50 feet of hempen rope strapped to the side of it), Sketching Supplies(Sketchbook, assorted charcoals, blotting rubber), Book of the Healing Truths(Prayer Book), Hunters Garb(Classic Outfit), Weapons Care Supplies, Beast Gauntlets(Clawed, protective arm coverings, shield protection), Extra clothes sets×2, Soap and Towel, Awesome Tricorn, Security facemask. One, flirty sword.

So I had intended to post more up here, but work sucked me in and all in all, I've been forgetting this. Some good stuff though! I started running an IRL Curse of Strahd 5e game and am keeping a log. Depending on how it goes, I might just write it out to keep my hand in here. Otherwise, that's all I can think of that's going on. Whoever is reading this, take care of yourself.

RoboCop, Joker, Leatherface, Freddy Krueger, the Xenomorph and a Predator are now in Mortal Kombat alongside Spawn. There's a fanfic joke to be made here.

Water under the bridge. Anyway, we can at least look back and laugh at how dumb we both were. That and I'm actually a fan of your YT video of me oddly enough.

So I've been busy these past few years, running games and such. For your delight and my own amusement, I have opted to show some of what I've been doing. The following is a roleplay I've GM'd for some folks, using the Curse of the Crimson Throne and using a setting more familiar to my players. I'm happy to have such good writer and I hope you enjoy our collective work. ======= It had started out with a little ad on the Paranet. The growing, online network of supernaturals and powers seeking to exchange ideas or ask for help. The jobs listed would range from helping arrange the feng shui of a home, to a desperate plea for hunters to find a missing child. For a select number of folks, they would see none of that...Nothing but an email, direct to them and addressing them by name with the following. I understand you to be a figure of skill and power. Please-join me for lunch at my place in Brighton Beach, at 12pm where I will explain more of my plight. I am willing to pay for this meeting and accept you all as my guests. But for what I need justice for, I cannot gain it from none but you. It went on to explain more details, including the day and address. That was then. This is now. A bus slowly drives off, a boy in the garb of a priest waits uncomfortably as he looks around. There's a deep history to this place, rich and smelling of pine and fresh snow. It is heard in the Slavic and Russian tongues bargaining, discussing the day and the chess games on the street between old men. It is in the smell of Borscht, Solyanka and Ukha that pervades and winds between that of the sea, the slums and Coney Island as a whole. Like all things in this city, the place feels like a little replica of a larger whole, all combining to create the amalgamation men call 'America.' He smiles, opens the door for an old lady and helps her with her groceries before asking where the place he seeks is. Though she looks at him oddly, he is polite and kind. She directs him and so he goes, until finally he stands before an apartment door that when he knocks, has no one but opens at a touch. Within, the place is quiet and peaceful. A traditional lunch rests on the table before him in the main apartment area, as pictures of landscapes on the wall draw his eye. Some fantastical, such as the crumbling castle. Others, less so like the cityscape. All of it, pleasing to the eye as he finds a note and reads it. Stepped out briefly. Please, help yourself. There is Pelmeni dumplings, with minced meat. Pirozhki pastries, packed with potatoes, meat and cabbage and gravy. There is Stroganoff, filling and delicious and overall, a dusty bottle of wine-quite nice from the smell, adds to it all. He smiles, lets it air and then goes to get water instead for him from the ice cold pitcher as he waits for the others and wonders who else may come. ~ Someone was already there, picking at the offered food. He had looked up at their second, snorted through his nose, then went back to a dumpling. He was young, a teenager dressed much the same way any kid these days would: jeans, shirt, a jacket covering up tattoos along his arms. His hair was black, cropped short with a dyed streak of blue throughout, natural or artificial was hard to tell. There was the feel of magic around him, but not in the way it reflected in mages, or fae. He was a creature born of magic, but not in the same way. It was a magic that was twisted, unnatural. From something that by all accounts did not belong in this world, gripped man and beast under its grasp. His mother and her two consorts were the start of a new generation of dragons, a new brood. Dragons twisted by baria into something different, the energy of chaos warping their inherent magical blood. Other true dragons cast them out for this, saw them corrupt and a scourge upon their proud race. Mazynth thought otherwise. This was her firstborn son, the young drakonid Midyr, first of many, in time. ~ "Hi." It was a polite nothing, Azreal looking at the other as he sat down and ate in silence. As he did, he looked at him with a degree of watchful interest, curious and a little intrigued. A few moments later, he spoke. "So you got the message as well then?" ~ The dragon looked up at him again, didn't seem inclined to answer. But realized he might as well, if they were going to be stuck together in the same room for a bit. "You sure you're in the right place?" The religious garb had a way of attracting attention from others. It drew to mind thoughts of Executors, even though this kid was obviously too young to be one. Maybe just a holier-than-thou type, then. "Yeah, I got it. It's why I'm here." ~ "Paranet email, by name and asking us here? Yeah." He finished off a dumpling and swirled his cup, contemplative for a moment before he continued. "I'm Azreal. Hunter in training." He glanced around at the walls, the sense that this place gave him. Idly, he murmured a prayer and listened thoughtfully before his eyes widened in surprise. "This place is an oddity. I can feel a sense of the dead...But there's love here. Quiet, powerful but still there." His curiosity was piqued even further. ~ Who exactly did they all send this message out to? "I came out from Queens. I'm Midyr," he said, the name enough was indicative of a draconic heritage. "What do you think all this is supposed to be about, who sent it?" He had been wary of the message when it was first received, but his mother convinced him it might be worthwhile.. ~ "Well...She said her name was Fedosia. And that it would be a matter of importance to us all, as well as for herself. And that our combined skills would possibly be enough to gain what she said would be dangerous otherwise." He gave a little shrug as he added mildly. "I don't like bullies. So I do what I can to help with that." ~ A middle aged man who looked like he was going through a midlife crisis walked into the room. He stood roughly around the height of 5'11". He wore a faded leather jacket, some torn blue jeans, a faded white long-sleeve shirt under the leather jacket, some black socks hidden by his jeans, and some boring old work shoes. "Random message show up at your doorsteps as well?" Dan Torrance looked around the room. "The food looks good at least." And he walked over to the tables and served himself, not questioning the other two's appearance. ~ "Not gonna lie, was kinda hoping a girl would show up, at this point," he said, with sharp laughter as they were joined by a third. Midyr picked something out of his teeth with a nail, looking over the newcomer. "So, what's your name then, huh?" ~ "Dan Torrance, apparently I'm the old man of the group so far." And he sat down at the same table as the Drakonid, sitting directly across from him. "Now, may I ask for you two names in return, since it appears you two seem to be already acquitted." The old man took a bite of the lunch he grabbed. ~ "Azreal.' Hunter-in-training, specialist in martial works and what gifts the Lord saw fit to bestow." Replied the boy as he looked on curious despite himself. ~ "Midyr, dragon, if you couldn't tell by the name," he answered, finding a particularly large pierogi and biting into it, quite the appetite and no real concern about things being poisoned, even if they were essentially in a stranger's house. ~ "If we're telling each other what we do for living, I might as well, too." Dan grabbed a chip on his plate and ate one. "I work at a hospice in New Hampshire, I use my abilities to comfort dying patients. But I can do more than help said patients pass on to the afterlife." ~ Entering the room, a bag slung over one shoulder, she'd glance over those present, before she'd allow her bag to rest on the floor, and away from the door, before she'd examine those in the room a bit more closely. Satisfied with what she sensed, she'd allow the disguise self spell on herself to fade, revealing a pair of cat ears, two tails swaying lazily behind her and green, slitted cat eyes Her attire would be that of a long jacket with fur around the collar and hood, underneath of which was a grey shirt as she hangs the coat up, a pair of baggy black pants and a pair of black boots, she'd then plop all of her 5'3" height into a chair, taking care not to sit on her tails. ~ "Youkai." Azreal said with surprise, glancing at his group. Between the dragon, the catwoman and the apparent psychic, he seemed to be the only human in the room. He cleared his throat as he looked to everyone before he spoke. "An interesting party of folks. And some from a long way away." "There is a touch of fate on you all. You simply have yet to know it." The speaker was female, English with a touch of Slavic as she entered the room. A handsome, somewhat thick matron in a dress as she smiled and spoke. "Doctor Uzuka and Torrance. Both connected via the psychic murder of Jesse Sinclair, age five...Young, Master Midyr who's siblings corpse was desecrated by this selfsame figure...And Azreal-ah, you do not wish to share? Very well...Your father missed this one in his day. And he had worked his mischief in evil, petty ways since. He kills for coin, he plunders for profit and while never really at a level where he has come to the attention of the powers-that-be, from where we stand? We know well what sort such figures may wrought unchecked." She paused and continued. "I am Fedosia. And I have called you all because you all, knowing or not have a debt to settle with the man I am asking you all to slay." ~ "If you are asking me to kill a man, miss, I don't think I could do such a thing. Reasons being that I sit with patients as they pass on and the last dead man I feel at blame for is the death of my father." He had stopped eating his food, now looked more decrepit than before. If she had the same ability as he did, she would be able to sense the hidden feelings caused by the Outlook. "Now if you can find a way to persuade me, I might have second thoughts about leaving after I am done with lunch." Then he continued like she had not said a word. ~ The young dragon didn't bother to stop eating even when they were addressed, but he listened carefully. The assorted connections that drew them together - he didn't know about the others, but his family, small as they still were had their enemies. As far as he knew though, they were above his capabilities. He didn't blanch at the idea of killing someone though, that was no concern of his. "Yeah?" he asked, once she had finished speaking. "So who is it you want dead?" ~ Picking up one of the dumplings, Kiyo would take a bite and would chew in silence even as the woman enters the room, her gaze flicking towards Fedosia, she'd then finish the dumpling and use a napkin to clean her fingers "Yes, that poor child, and the rest of those affected" ~ She nodded to Dan as she spoke. "A just question...Allow me to explain. There is a man named Gaedren Lamm. A spiteful, sinister figure who hoards whatever scraps of power he can get. It's enough to make him feared around here, especially with how he works. His cruel reprisals are matched only by his evasion of the Laws and it's why I come to you all. You see...He stole a family heirloom from me. My son, wishing to please his mother went to get it back and he died. I have appealed to the police, but they say they cannot act without proof-they fear him! But I do not! I seek vengeance, not on a man but on a beast! A creature who lives only to harm and who's passing will make things better." She relaxed and huffed out as she spoke. "But I cannot do this alone. Will you help me?" ~ He looked at her as he ate, how can he just stand by and watch as a woman suffers from losing her son and knows that it wasn't an accident. Well he couldn't, not after everything that he has experienced. "Maybe, but I won't aim to kill him, I'll aim to turn him into the authorities. But if I get stuck in a situation where I have to kill, then so be it." He had finished his lunch at the time he spoke again. Something could be seen that was bothering him, and he wasn't trying to hide it this time. ~ Killing somebody without concrete proof was what it sounded like? Honestly, Midyr was down for that, he considered with a self-satisfied grin. Maybe this was enough to convince his mother they were ready to move against their enemies, become freeholding lords in their own right. As it sounded, if Danny-boy got cold feet, he could pick up the slack and finish the job. "So where is it we can find this guy, huh? Bet I can have it done by nightfall." ~ "And what else can you share with us about him?" She nodded thankfully to everyone as she spoke. "I have some small, skills in Divination magic. I also am incredibly driven and thus have the information you will need to find him. As of now, he lurks in his current base of operations. A warehouse by the sea, with a spiral mark on its doors. Once an abode of cultists who specializes in traps, it is now his and there he sits. Ruling and terrorizing this neighborhood as he will." She gave the rest of the information they needed to find it before asking. "Are there any questions?" "What dangers need we beware?" Azreal spoke up as she nodded at him. "The traps may yet be in use. It is an old fishery-they take the refuse from the fish market typically and convert it into a slurry for cheap dumplings. You will have to contend with his followers if any, and he himself. He is a monster. Of what sort, I do not know for sure." ~ "Also, what would you have us do should we find proof he's not the one responsible for the incident at the hospital? Do you still wish him dead?" Kiyo asked. ~ She looked at Kiyo as she said simply. "He killed my son for no reason. He was no threat, he was not dangerous. He was just a child. Yes. I want him dead." Her emotions to Dan were grief-stricken and painful as she added, looking him in the eye. "I'm sure one of your number knows that for a certainty." ~ "Sorry Ma'am, I just had to make sure that we weren't being scammed. And, I'm so sorry for your loss." Dan held up his hands as if he got caught in the act of something illegal. ~ Much didn't really seem to have any questions, perhaps too impulsive to bother asking. But then as they all spoke up he reconsidered. "Yeah. Why us, is it really just a revenge thing, getting people who would care? Why not just hire you actual assassins." ~ She laughed at the very idea. "I spent my savings to feed you all. You think I have money for that? Aside from that....I could not use them. It has to be all of you." She looked somber now as she glanced to them all before she spoke. "You will understand why, when you see him face to face." ~ Kiyo pondered and replied. "Very well, I'll help you...I have no need to turn someone away who's in need." ~ So she wanted people who would do it for free, because of some seated desire for revenge. Midyr could get behind that idea. "Yeah, I'm in." ~ "I will do this for the girl, Jesse Sinclair, who I helped pass on to the afterlife, and for your son, who couldn't experience a fulfilled life." The noble part of Dan was coming out, it just need some prodding. He took his cup of Root Beer and raised it to her, before taking a drink out of it. "Let me go out to my car and grab some things." And then he exited the room and the building to get to his car. ====== With that said, the group would have no other reason to stay and would leave the apartment, heading to the warehouse in question. The reek of brine and the stink of week-dead fish hang thickly in the air here. The old double doors in the side of this weathered building are tightly closed, with a drooping signpost hanging above. The sign it once displayed is long gone, leaving behind only a single short length of rusted chain. As Fedosia had mentioned, the faded spiral tag sign on the door was prominent despite things as on the left side, a crumbling walkway led around and below the whole thing. Azreal frowned, looking at it all before he finally spoke. "What an absolute dump." ===== End of episode 1. And a list of our cast of characters. -Dan Torrence. Psychic doctor and sorcerer. -Doctor Kiyo. Youkai Immigrant, owns her own clinic. Rogue. -Midyr. Drakonid heir to Mazynth, a powerful Draconic matriarch. Barbarian(homebrew). Sixteen years old. -Azreal. Monster Hunter in training, trainee of Iscariot XIII. Should not be sneaking out. Paladin, sixteen years old.

If it helps, I'm sorry too. Back then, I wrote what I did after a friend complained about being harassed at first. And then I actually had a plot and wanted to see it through. Trolling then was just a bonus. And I'm sorry for that for what its worth. Hopefully this iteration should be better this time around. That said, I'm curious. How many places did you try to drum up support? Sometimes I run into my name on other sites and I get a blast from the past. I've been wanting to ask for a while.

Ghostbusters, Jumanji, Star Wars, Terminator all getting new movies and making me feel like the 70s-80s just got repackaged. My old ass on this site.

MEANWHILE.....! Darkwing Duck would have been writing in a pad as he ducked and ran through the crowd to get to his vehicle. "Memo to me! Transitional effect does not instantly teleport you to your location! THIS MUST CHANGE!!" And tripping over a conveniently placed plot point, Darkwing would land on his face before suddenly whipping out his magnifying glass. "AHA! A fish scale! And not just any fish scale! From the dark, shiny aspect I would say there is only ONE company that fishes such fish! And that is...."Ovarkil Inc.!" A company currently under lawsuit, from the namby-pamby green peace corps! What do they think this is? "Ferngully?!" Now it was personal. Darkwing Duck liked tuna with his lunch. No Ovarkil Inc. meant no fishing. No fishing, meant no tuna. No tuna, meant no lunch. Just two slices of bread, and a lonely piece of lettuce.....NOW it was personal. And scowling, Darkwing broke his pencil in his fist as he turned and spoke. "Lets...Get....DANGEROUS!" And cloak wrapped around him, he leaped into action....And tripped on the fish scale again. "HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?!"

Such a trying day for the one who watched this city. His sidekick and bowling buddy was out of town, meaning he had no more meat shields. His daughter was out on a school trip for the week which meant he was left alone. Ha! But no time for angst, when CRIME ran amuk in HIS city! The superstitious, cowardly lot was not going to scare themselves, now were they! But perhaps he was meant for bigger game. Bigger fish to fry....Or lizards. And down below as a jet ski came flying, a voice called out. "I am the terror, that flaps in the night....I, am the bad english dub for your Japanese goodness! I....Am.....DARKWING DUCK!" And holding out a hand, he spoke. "HALT BASE CREATURE! YOU....SHALL NOT....PA-!?" *SMASH!!* Apparently, some of the panicking boats trying to leave the area would have crashed into him. Causing Darkwing to go flying in the midst of his heroic monologue and smack right into a trawler. Pain coursing through his body and a deadpan expression on his face. "Ah, the rank gratitude of the common folk....I can feel it course through my body. No wait...That's just pain." And popping back into shape, he looked up at Godzilla in the distance as he rubbed the underside of his beak. "Hmmmm....Big guy. Well, the bigger they are, the harder they-" He paused, considering what exactly it was big people do harder before he spoke. "-have times to buy fitted clothing! Yeah! And they go through all that trouble, looking around for good deals and....Bah, it was a stupid metaphor anyway! To the Ratcatcher!"

Been a long time since I've used this blog. And as it stands, I figure....Why not use it for this? And so I dedicate this work to the players who make the room a wonder, the imaginations which make our adventures fun, and the epic-ness of a story that started with a simple tournament. None of the characters belong to me. All that I own now, is the claim that I was there since the beginning..... -Hugo Fowl It was the end of the world as they knew it. A small group, having made it to the end. The City of Ry'leh, in ruins and darkness and all about them, chaos and confusion. The eye of a storm that had swept across the multiverse. Scarring all that was in its path, as per the plan. And on the floor before the gate, the last noise anyone would expect to hear as laughter rocked the euclidean city. His moniker was "The Master." One of the last on a long-extinct race of beings who walked in Time itself. Now finally dying as by the cold body of his opposite number, the eyes of the Doctor looked blankly up into the swirling maelstrom. He was not the only victim either...Scattered throughout the city, the beings recruited for this job laid out in various poses of death or worse. Master Chief, his body snapped in half. A tyrannosaurus rex not far from him, its lower body burned through from acid, and an bearded soldier with a Hello-Kitty assault rifle weeping manly tears as his hand rested on its snout. Further along, more evidence of the carnage could be seen as a ring of discarded keys laid where they were flung out of danger, and the noise of rampage yet continuing from the summons once locked within were heard. Avenging their summoner, with all the rage they could muster and ducking through the mess, a boy would be seen. His hair, overgrown slightly and wearing a green jacket. Just a boy really, but his eyes resembled more of a war-weary veteran, as on his watch, a strange beeping noise would be heard as he yelled again in fear for his friends. "ED! LUCY? GALEN! IS ANYONE ALIVE?!" A clatter would be heard, and spinning around, hand on the watch Ben would be wary before collapsing in relief as he spoke. "Figured you'd yet be alive." And with a chuckle, the other would glance over. One eye human, the other demonic in nature as it peered beneath the white bangs of his hair. His normally red jacket, now ripped and torn to shreds. A greenish ichor upon them as he shrugged and spoke. "Like I'd leave a party like this so soon? You've seen the others?" Ben shook his head solemnly as he rested with his hands on his knees. "Last I saw of Adam's and Vin's group, he pulled the "All-your-powers-combined" thing and summoned his zords to attack that....That thing. Then I got lost from my group when the Shoggoth attacked. Where's Raziel?" Dante chuckled as he leaned against Rebellion. "If I know him, most likely having a lot of fun." And almost on cue, an explosion would occur some ways off in the city and looking in its direction, Dante flashed a grin. "I rest my case...." And zooming out from the two friends position, the view of the risen city would have been carnage. Confusions. The flashes of light below on certain places heralding gunfire or magic, as the combined resources of almost a multitude of worlds fought against the chaos that was known as simply "The Cult." A vague name, and not one to inspire much terror either, but what they represented was terror. Confusion on a grand scale, and chaos to feed the Powers that Be. Great Yog-Shogoth the Wise, Nyarlathotep the Crawling Chaos and Dread Cthulhu. Herald of Woe, who once released when the Stars were right would usher in an age of such destruction, as well as Chaos. A world twisted into their own image, and after? So many dimensions, so little time. Raziel would not tolerate it and with a cold fury, he would bite into yet another of the crawling filth that sought to fight he and his partner. Despite past events which locked him into this particular sword, Raziel retained his mind still yet, and much of his pleasure in dealing death as grasped by the hilt, his voice would be an amused whisper in the mind of his wielder. "Your getting slow, Galen." At that, Galen would scowl. His Sith cloak, long since ripped up for bandages. One over his right eye, and another wrapped around a stump that was his left hand though his demeanor remained unchanged as he snarked. "Alright then, you can fight the next waves then. And I'll be the sword, how does that sound?" Despite his words however, Raziel was right. Galen was getting slower. His reaction time, lowering ever so slightly the more blood he lost though he managed to cauterize the wounds to stop it. But he couldn't stop now....Not now, so close to the center of this city and he would run for it. Making it to the square to see the Master stagger into the Doctors Tardis, Galen would snarl as he ran to get inside, watching the Master work before Ben and Dante likewise ran in. The latter, narrowing his eyes as he casually, withdrew Yamanato which he retrieved from the body of his fallen brother. Pointing it directly at the Master before he spoke. "What are you doing?" And still working on the Tardis controls, the Master would chuckle as he spoke. "Giving the Cult...A little parting gift. I am dying and I have run out of regenerations...And having been used by them up to this point, I have no wish to see their victory arise. I cannot stop the summoning now, nothing can. But I can do this." And tapping the last control, the Master would gesture towards a lever. "P-pull it....And respawn. Hehehehehe...." And with that, he would expire. Leaving the four to make a choice as on the comm, Adam and Vin asked on the situation....

Letting out a yawn, Conan Dial rubbed his eyes tiredly before putting his glasses back on, considering before he spoke "What about them parodies? Everybody loves parodies! Weird Al, Robot Chicken.....What if, we did a parody of maybe Clue or Sherlock Holmes? I can picture it....The guests in a creepy mansion, everyone of them preyed by one of their own or by a vicious creature, and DARKWING DUCK comes to save the day! Eh?" He flicked his gaze around for reaction before speaking. "To soon?"

I am the terror, that flaps in the night! I am the chill, that runs down your spine! The co-worker that eats your sandwich!" "I. AM..." "DARKWING DUCK!!!"

Hoooo-pah......Hoooooo-pah.......Hooooo-pah. Striding through the ancient forest, a man in black would walk. The energy around him, piercing and binding but what did it matter, insofar as it served him well? Its dark side anyway and with another dark gaze, Vader would continue on his way....

His armour would manage to absorb most of the blow, and Batman would growl as he felt it, but while it would leave a mark, it was nothing he wasn't used to, considering some of the people he fought. And as it was, it would be the perfect fulcrum as well to slam Ripred down on the ground on his face, where the impact if it worked would break his nose and add to his condition as Batman held on in the sleeper hold. Unwavering, weakening the other as he choked him. Cutting off his air and weakening his moves unless he managed some way to get him off...And just in case he did, Batman would use his other arm to quickly place a small, sonic device on the others neck under cover of throttling Ripred more before moving his arm back to assist in the sleeper hold...

Batmans mind was essentially a tree of boxes. From one box, it extended to multiple boxes, each one a reaction for a move and a counter. And from their, the box would extend to even more, a myriad of multiple tactics the Batman would use. So the instant the other went for distance away from him, Batman would drop the branch of tactics he was using and go for others. Shifting his state of mind like the flow of water as hidden in the smoke bomb, Ripred would hear the quiet hiss of metal and then suddenly, batarangs flung everywhere on the roof. All of them missing him....And all of them, glowing with a strange, blue led light before the smoke cleared and holding a detonator in hand, Batman activated all of them. Sonic Batarangs, releasing a high intensity pulse wave of sound. The result being that with his keener animal senses, Ripred should be feeling his world going upside down as taking further advantage of it, he would do the following...And throw an explosive Batarang for Ripreds face, the explosion triggered by proximity to its target and while not so damaging, would certainly down his sight temporarily and fill his nose with the scent of gunpowder. Just in time for the attack. A kick aimed for the inside of Ripreds knee to bend it at an angle to cause pain and possibly dislocate it, and followed up with Batman flipping over Ripred himself and onto his back, where he would begin to grip Ripreds neck in a chokehold, cutting off his air and with the bad leg if it worked, possibly slamming the other down to the ground with his weight, face first and adding to everything else. All of this, if he successive in his maneuvers.

Does Orlando Bloom even talk in the LotR movies?

His opponent was faster then it seems. Crouching slightly to avoid his first two projectiles and then seeking to attack his leg. Still, even hit on the ear the attack would have done some disorientation and allow him a window of opportunity to angle his kick and change targets. Aiming all his force not for the stomach but for the right arm. Aiming for the joint to disrupt his attack and break it, if he was successful in that part. Following that, he would grab his cape as he crouched slightly himself, sweeping it into his opponents eyes, in a tactic the old assassins of Japan used to confuse their enemies as well as possibly cause blinding damage, as the ends of his cape were weighted for such an occasion. If that worked, and his opponent was blinded or forced to retreat back, he would then throw down a smoke bomb and under its cover, move back to attack. First by rolling forward and using a sweep kick, working on the assumption of human body attack tactics as he aimed for the back of his knees, seeking to knock him to the ground, either on his back or his face. Either or, his next move would then be to aim a solid punch for his ribs, to break them if possible and if successful, would follow up by flipping over him and away....And detonate the explosive gel he left behind, crumbling the foundation underneath Ripred and causing him to fall several floors down. If he was successful. All of this, in one fluid motion...All of this, if his tactics worked.

Batman would already be on the move, his hands hidden by his cape as he suddenly flung three batarangs in the direction of Ripred. All aimed for his head, and all meant as distractions as he launched himself on the attack with a flying kick aimed for Ripreds stomach with the force of two tons maximum. If it hit, then Ripred in addition to being blinded would also find himself suddenly nauseous upon with the normal bodily response being to bend forward, where in a perfect position, Batmans knee would come slamming upward to meet his face, with the intention of breaking his nose. If all these worked, and Ripred was now blinded, nauseous and in pain, Batman would seek to flip Ripred off the roof in a Judo throw, using his own opponents weight to toss him, trusting to his rat body to help him tank some of the fall and if not...Well, he would try to save him with his bat-claw grappling line.

Landing atop it, Batman would have caught a glimpse of Ripred...And what he saw, was basically unlike any rat he had ever seen. A mutation? Maybe...But he would wait nevertheless for the other to come up on the roof so he could get some clue of what was going on.

He frowned, and would shut it off. Fair enough. Seems he'd have to glide over as much as he could and map it as follows. And thus he would continue to do. Gliding overhead and continuing to create at least a small area of the city he could be able to watch with some degree of familiarity.

Stuck here in the middle of Hiroshima... The wreckage, massive and his own tools unable to penetrate the force field for him to escape. And after a beat, he would begin to establish his own impromptu base as he flung himself up high upon one of the buildings, gaining a view and height for him to begin working on hacking the passing satellites. If it worked, then he would have an impromptu "eye-in-the-sky." A map, of the entire area in order to better get himself out of here. And once done, he would glide off and away as he began his grid search for life....