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Re: Heart Breaker (Open Event)

Post by Orph » Fri Jul 27, 2018 6:53 pm

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The target leaped up onto the hood of the Chariot, and Abaddon reacted accordingly, slamming his foot on the brakes, so he wouldn't hit the other car. His reactions were fast, but not fast enough to avoid hitting the child whp'd been in the road. Suddenly, the front of the car was coated red, and out the windows, the Black Phantom could see people gasping in horror at the tragedy.

There was no horror from the Second Shadow. Barely even shock. Just a vague sense of cognitive dissonance. No, we cleared the roads. We-- Something clicked, and reality returned. The car was still in motion, barreling down the highway, as their intended blockade maneuver had been foiled by a new arrival. The team can deal with that. I need to end this.

Switching the Chariot to autopilot, Abaddon opened the car up, the glass receding to allow him to leap out of his seat. He landed on the back half of the car, a few feet away from Myne. Seemingly out of nowhere, three razor-shard shuriken would appear in his hands, and the Black Phantom would grin. With a deft, dexterous motion, he'd toss them at the Protogeometric Powerhouse, aimed directly at her center of mass.
With an inhumanly athletic maneuver, the Sanguine Swordswoman Saya split the Black Squad's troop carrier in two, cleaving the chassis as easily as a hot knife goes through butter. Two members of the fifteen-man team died instantly, and the vehicle was rendered inoperable, though one might theoretically manually operate the foam-sprayer from atop the back half.

With Abaddon radio-silent while in combat, it fell to the next-most-senior member of the group to give orders. "Team One, pursue the Chariot. We'll handle her."

The still-intact second car followed its directive, heading down the road after the rapidly-disappearing Chariot, while the remaining members of Team Two disembarked from the car and prepared for a fight. Some raised guns, others drew knives, but the remaining thirteen men were prepared to bring this woman down no matter the cost.

There was a moment of silence, as they all faced her down. Then, the order came. "Open fire."

They did. The rapid-fire cracks of nine rifles firing in unison filled the air, as a hail of bullets sailed towards Saya, intended to riddle her form with perforations.
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Re: Heart Breaker (Open Event)

Post by Saya » Sat Jul 28, 2018 1:29 am

As the Black Squad emerged from their vehicle and prepared to engage the Yamata no Orochi she began to steady her mind. She moved back slightly putting a slight amount of distance between her and the armored units. As the men drew arms and took aim she removed her sheath from the sash that kept it bound to her waist. The rest of the world faded away, all she heard was the slow steady beat of her heart. Before the hilt began to sway, no in response to the bullets but in anticipation.

The Black Squad was well trained, their aim was deadly however as each muzzle flashed the hilt of her blade was there to deflect the shot. In what could only be described as a blur she calmly intercepted the oncoming hail of bullets. A stunning display of reactions, however, there was always a limit and as the flood of bullets was sent towards her it became clear that she was approaching it. Three seconds passed before the first bullet slipped through, catching her on his shoulder. It was soon followed by another, passing clean through the left side of her stomach. Recognizing her limits Saya finally took a firm hold of the hilt and let loose the Suiteki Blade.

The sword caught the light as it began to glow under the midday sun. Steading her blade as the world seemed to slow down to a crawl she muttered two words as she flicked there blade through the air. "Shinseina Arashi." As her blade passed through the air it moved fast enough to summon a powerful wind. The Divine Gale was a technique learned from the Kamaitachi, yokai of old. Wind demons that attacked with blinding speed, able to muster gusts of cutting wind. Swordsmen across the land had spent centuries attempting to learn it, however with the curse bestowed upon her Saya was one of the few who could claim to have mastered it. A razor-sharp shockwave erupted as she slashed through the air, a clean single strike that disrupted the bullets flying towards her. Sending them drastically off course, she wasn't aiming to redirect them anywhere in particular but she wouldn't complain if they turned around and struck their shooters.

Two seconds left.

Closing the distance between the Black Squad she struck out at the nearest one to her. Her blade whizzing through the air, gracefully flowing as an extension of her movements. It lashed out towards the man's arms, seeking to lop them off before she'd seek to plunge the blade deep within his chest. Rather than attempting to pull the blade out, she'd simply release it before turning on the next closest she could spot. With the last burst of speed her last draw gave her, she released a powerful open-palmed strike. Aimed towards the stomach of the next Black Squad member it moved at the speed that if connected would depart its kinetic payload past the man's armor and devastate his organs with very little external damage.

With that, her speed faded leaving her in the middle of most of the men. One hand clutching an empty sheath, the other a balled fist. She adopted a stance, one void of murderous intent or rage. Instead, it almost appeared deceptively elegant, the pose out of place when taken by the executioner. However, what never lost their intensity was the look in her eyes, the eternal reminder that Saya bore the demon's blood. Someone who even without her blade was still a cyclone of sundering force.


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Re: Heart Breaker (Open Event)

Post by LunaHawk » Sat Jul 28, 2018 3:01 am

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"Shes' perfect!" Stygian Moth said to himself as he observed the fighting through his window. The magical connection between himself and Heart Breaker gave him a vision of the fight through her eyes. In this case though, he wasn't speaking of Heart Breaker...but of the woman who had come to help her. He gave a sinister smile and felt the pull of a Numinous Stone activating. His smile widened.

"Yessss."

Somewhere, he wished he knew where, the God's Eyes was awakening...and deciding upon a bearer. The God's Eye was a direct response to his own stone, the only true means of ultimately banishing an Akuma. Simple defeat of an Akuma victim would allow the Akum itself to escape and with it's escape, flit about the world as long as it pleased infecting new victims with the same powers who suffered from the same emotional struggle. The God's Eye could not only revert the Akuma to a simple butterfly, but restore it's victim, the supervillain, to their former selves.

This was his ultimate aim, it's acquisition. He created Heart Breaker to bring it out of hiding.

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The earrings of the God's Eye Stone materialized without warning or preamble in front of the blade wielding woman who had sided with Heart Breaker, their potential wielder chosen. They spoke to her telepathically much in the same way Stygian Moth had spoken to Myne.

"Hello Saya, we are the God's Eye Stones. The individual you are fighting to keep alive has been transformed by the powers of the Stygian Moth. We are able to remove the powers of the Akuma within if the individual is defeated. Otherwise, their defeat will release countless clones and the Akuma will spread relentlessly from individual to individual, spreading the powers granted to the original to all those inflicted with similar emotions. We have chosen you as a potential bearer because you do not wish the death of it's victim...indeed, Myne is as much a victim as those she attacks, her ability to think clearly has been twisted and her emotions used against her to forge a weapon. If you wish to defeat Heart Breaker and it's associated Akuma, put us on and we will grant you the ability to cleanse the evil from her soul and restore her to her proper self."

The stones 'spoke' as two voices speaking slightly out of sync. Their tone was neutral and their soul, for indeed the stones contained a soul of sorts, was good. Of course the stones had other candidates should this one reject them, it would not be the first one. The stones understood that randomly appearing telepathic stones promising aide were not always trusted, but hoped that Saya's clarity of vision would aide in their cause.

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Re: Heart Breaker (Open Event)

Post by Aeros » Sat Jul 28, 2018 4:38 am

God dammit. You step away for one second...

In the time it had taken for Brock to lay the driver down in the grass and take back off, hell had already broken loose around the site of the accident. A woman with some sword of some kind was—

Wait, was that a Japanese woman? The katana was the main giveaway, as was the aesthetic of her garb.

Brock furrowed his brow. As far as he was concerned, the relationship between the United States and Japan was one of, well, war.

Over 70 years, Brock. Remember that.

Disregarding the thought, Contrail turned his attention back to the flaming woman who, by now, was sitting upon the roof of an armored car. She seemed distracted— whether or not she actually was, he didn’t know, but he intended to strike regardless.

Brock was at a suitable height above the crash scene that he wouldn’t appear on anyone’s peripheral vision; suitably out of sight, the aviator disengaged his jetpack and thrusters before falling to earth, transitioning into a dive-bomb as he readied his jet-pack for a quick ignition. He was sent careening down to earth, adjusting his trajectory to land almost directly onto his target; activating his Sparrow Pack before his impact, Contrail sought to tackle Myne with incredible force, aiming to slam her off of the hood of the car and into the ground near the armored vehicle. If he missed— well, he sure as hell hoped he didn’t.

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Re: Heart Breaker (Open Event)

Post by Contingency » Mon Jul 30, 2018 12:30 am

Angela D'arc after a minute or two of straight jogging finally managed to reach to the heart of the situation, there was combat ongoing between multiple parties and it seemed she along with one other person were the only ones exempt from the fight. Think, think why would Blake drop me off here. What would she want me to do? Angela stood her ground for a moment not really concerned about getting targeted since everyone seemed to be a little too preoccupied at the moment. Break up the fight? Angela placed her focus on what appeared to be a man launching shuriken's being at a woman He's probably the badguy after he launched his attack Angela would attempt to run in between Myne and Abaddon "STOP!" Angela would shout as the brunette spread her arms out wide and looked at Abaddon who she hoped would focus on her.

This is stupid, I hope this works "why are you two fighting???" Angela asked with a confused look on her face before shifting her direction to Myne for a moment and then back to Abaddon.
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Re: Heart Breaker (Open Event)

Post by illirica » Mon Jul 30, 2018 1:47 pm

The car swerved, screeching. Heart Breaker stayed low in her crouch, holding on to the hood of the vehicle to keep her balance. The roof of the car pulled back, folding itself up neatly as the driver jumped out of his seat, landing on the back half of the car. He grinned at her, his hand opening up to display a set of throwing stars.

His arm moved for the throw, when a voice came from beside the vehicle:

"STOP! Why are you two fighting???"

Heart Breaker could feel it. The idiot girl's hope. That she could stop the fight with a word. Didn't she know that these were heroes? They didn't have time for words! They didn't have time for questions! They had to fight and destroy and kill, no matter how many innocents were murdered just because they couldn't be bothered to look around. To ask a question. To talk. She grabbed on to that hope, the shining dream that the battle would stop, and she ripped it from the girl. Tore it away into shreds, and pulled all the shreds into her darkness. They made her stronger, faster, better.

Take their dreams. Take their hopes. Take their joy, their happiness, their love.

Why shouldn't she? They had taken hers.

She had never had much hope of her own, not that she remembered. Ashfall City wasn't kind to children, and even as a child she had been smart enough to know the unkindness for what it was. Sometimes, later, she would envy her sister the shelter of her slowness. The way it had allowed her to trust people, to hope and be happy, to take joy in today and dream of a better tomorrow. Diara was all the things that her sister could never be. She had deserved the world that she hoped for, where she could be a true hero, and nothing ever went wrong.

But it had all gone wrong. The vision tore through her, there for all of them to see. Let them see what she did! Let them see a girl torn apart, a body shattered beyond recognition, destroyed, demolished, dead. Let them all watch her sister die! After all... that was what heroes wanted.

The man in black made his throw, but the girl's misbegotten hope that she could stop all this was more than enough to give Heart Breaker the dexterity and speed that she needed - she twisted her body, faster than she should have been able to, and two of the shurikens tore away into the wind. The third tore at her arm, lodging itself in the cloth of her sleeve. She laughed at the futility of it all - and then the man with the jetpack slammed into her from the sky.

Hope crushed beneath her as they hit the ground together.

That was fine. It was a useless feeling anyway. Why was there any reason to hope, when-


-hope alone was never enough. He'd tried that before. He'd told himself he had done what he could, and he just had to hope for the best for everything else. He couldn't do everything. Sometimes he just had to hope that things would work out. And so he'd stood back, and he'd hoped that the future would be better.

But it never was. The future came crashing down, and hope went with it, and he watched as they died together. Together with all the people he could have saved, all the lives that didn't need to be lost. All the things that he could have done better, if only he hadn't been so trusting. If only he had stepped in where he was needed. If only he had tried to change things for the better, instead of just waiting on the sidelines while everyone died around him.

He could have stepped in. He could have done something, anything - rather than blindly trusting to hope, he could have tried.

But what was the point of trying, when-

-he was doomed to fail?



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Re: Heart Breaker (Open Event)

Post by Orph » Mon Jul 30, 2018 4:55 pm

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Somehow, inexplicably, a small child had managed to leap up onto the Chariot, and demand that Abaddon stop fighting the dangerous terrorist. he ignored her completely, instead focusing on how Myne dealt with his attack. Inhuman reaction time. Was she always capable of that?

The Black Phantom had no time to ponder the sudden new abilities that the villain had manifested, as another hero appeared from the sky, to knock her off of the car. He reacted almost-instantly, firing a grapnel at a nearby telephone pole. The line pulled him off of the car, which would immediately slow to a stop as he left its surface.

From atop his perch, the Second Shadow had ample opportunity to watch Myne, as she used her new ability. The one she'd tried to use to convince him he'd killed a child. With the tech in his cowl, nicknamed the 'All-Seeing Eyes,' he could observe energy spike consistent with recorded 'telepathic' enemy combatants. That wasn't particularly helpful for countering it, but it was useful to be sure that her ability wasn't actually resulting in real deaths.

All that said, Myne was in the process of attempting to do the same thing to the other hero, and Abaddon was in a perfect position to interrupt it. From his belt, he unclipped a containment foam grenade, and hurled it at the woman. When it impacted, the foam would expand rapidly, with enough contained in the one explosive to encase the villain entirely. It was breathable, so as not to asphyxiate prisoners, but hard enough that only the strongest Brick-class metahumans could hope to damage it. Even if Myne now rated in that category, it would be exceedingly hard for her to do so with her arms unable to be moved,thanks to the foam around them.

At much the same time, the second Black Squad troop carrier would slow to a stop near the new site of the conflict, and soldiers begin pouring out, weapons drawn, pointed at Myne. None would react as Abaddon leapt down from his perch, and landed in front of the group, with the armored special-forces operatives flanking him. Having gained the tactical advantage, he intoned a single word.

"Surrender."
Two more men went down, painfully. One, impaled with a sword, the other's organs ruptured by an inhumanly-strong body blow. None of the remaining members of the team panicked. The scenario was less than ideal, but they'd trained for metahuman combat extensively. One of the lessons Abaddon had imparted during their training went as follows: "Turn your enemies' strengths into weaknesses."

Those words were echoing in the mind of one Jacob Stone, as he pulled Saya's sword out of the corpse of his ex-partner, and assumed a combat stance. They'd trained with melee weapons as well as guns, and he'd been prepared to fight the swords-woman with his combat knife, if he'd had to. This... was better. The weapon felt different from the ones he'd used in training, but he paid it no mind, as he rushed the woman with her own sword.

The rest of the team stepped back some, assembling themselves in a semicircle around them, weapons raised, but not ready to fire until they could get a clear shot.

The demon-blade held firmly in his hand, Stone swung it diagonally, intending to cleave Saya in two with a single stroke, and ideally put this sword down as quickly as possible.
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Re: Heart Breaker (Open Event)

Post by Saya » Mon Jul 30, 2018 6:39 pm

As the man tore her blade from the fallen Black Squad member's chest a scowl formed on Saya's face. She would address the matter of the stones momentarily, right now she had something more important to deal with. Under no circumstances would she ever tolerate something wielding her sword. Especially with the intent to use it against her.

So as the man attempted to strike her down Saya responded not with an infernal arm, but by sliding her sheath by into the sash by her belt and confronting the attack with her bare hand. Slamming both palms on the moving sides of the blade and locking her fingers together behind the single-edged sword. Before she'd push the blade to the side and loosen the man's grip on the hilt. Without the power imbued by drawing the Suiteki Blade, it was no faster or stronger than a normal blade, as so it's movements were in the range of Saya's enhanced perception.

However, catching the blade carried with it significantly more downsides than the man swinging it could have guessed. When she had been shot before there was little reaction from the demonic swordswoman. It was unclear whether she felt them, much less was hurt by them. Yet when her palms touched the holy blade a brief scream of pain left her mouth before she could stifle it.

As soon as her hands came in contact with the steel the points of contact began to blister and burn. Her palms were left red and raw, with a painful scar directly under where she'd touched the sword. Pushing through the unfamiliar sense of pain she moved forwards and moved in close to the man who'd stolen her blade. Attempting to slip in she'd place on hand on the hilt of the Suiteki Blade before slamming her other against the chin of the wielder. Forcing the two away from each other at an angle that would force the man to release her blade.

After which she would waste no time reclaiming it and placing it back in its sheath where it belonged. She knew she didn't have long before the Squad once again opened fire on her, but her mind was on something else. The two pieces of jewelry that offered her the power to dispell whatever had twisted the woman's heart.

While the words Akuma or the Stygian Moth meant nothing to her, she was aware of one thing. What the stones had told her about the situation wasn't too far off what she'd initially guessed, just with different names. If the stones could be trusted that meant that while Myne was the current problem, there was a much greater one behind it. That this transformation was just a symptom of a greater epidemic, one that would spread even more if she wasn't cleansed here.

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In the end, the choice was simple if the power of the God Stones would give the ability she needed, then she would wield them. It wouldn't be the first time she'd been bestowed powers by a greater source and the way her life was going it wouldn't be the last.

Her hands reached out, accepting the God Stones and placing them upon her ears. Let's hope you know what you've gotten yourself into, she thought, directed more at the stones then herself.

With the stones now in possession she looked upon the members of the Black Squad, before addressing them for the first time. "Return to your master, this fight is over." She didn't expect them to leave, not after killing four of them. However, she would give them the chance none the less. As she spoke she placed her hand on her hilt, before a low rattling could be heard from within the sheath. One that got louder and louder, until it began to sound like the gnashing of teeth. They would get the one chance to retreat, or the blade would be released.

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Post by Aeros » Mon Jul 30, 2018 9:33 pm

Impact preceded pain.

Back in the 40s, the RAF and USAAF would tell you that crashing was almost inevitable. That one day, some lucky Kraut would shoot out your engine, or hit your propeller, or shred your wing and that was it, done. For the rest of your life, technically, you'd be spiraling to your death in a ball of fire until God was merciful enough to finally cut the cord and kill you. They said that the only real way to survive was to follow protocol and maintain a sense of calm.

Contrail felt his body slam into Myne's own, his arms locking around her waist as the two flew from the top of the armored car and slammed into the dirt. Stray bits of debris and overturned ground spiraled into the air. His shoulder jocked at an awkward angle and pain down his entire arm, the spring-like sensation lost in the heat of the moment.


The truth is? Up in the sky, you can't be calm. The people who say they can are either liars or complete sociopaths because the moment that response kicks in-- "shit, I've been shot"-- it's like a part of your brain just turns off. Your hands don't work, you're too busy processing what's just happened when WHAM--

The duo skipped off the ground for a moment, tumbling at a high speed over the ground as Brock's grip on Myne faltered, separating his arms and leaving him to slam into the dirt once more. His head hit a stray rock, dazing him within the confines of his golden helmet and shooting stars across his vision. For a moment, everything shifted out of focus as he lay face-up in the sludge of mud and dirt. A soft groan escaped his lips.


Just like that.

In a fraction of a second, a life is taken.

No reaction.

No prevention.

Just falling.

For what seems like an eternity, trapped within only a few seconds.

Your life flashes through your eyes. You think of your family, maybe your girlfriend. Old friends, maybe the guy in the gunner's seat behind you. You think about his life, what kind of life he lived, what's going to happen now that some family in Tennessee has a gold star in their window because of YOUR fuckup, YOUR misjudgement, YOUR mistake.



The last thing you feel before darkness washes over you is remorse. Unbridled, unstoppable guilt.


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Tired eyes opened to a brewing storm, graying clouds brooding overhead as thunder rumbled on all sides. As Brock's senses finally returned, it became dreadfully apparent that the thunder was not natural; no, swirling balls of fire exploded in the night air and left blackened trails of smoke in their wake. The familiar scent of gunpowder, of burning hair and flesh, flooded the vents of the muddied helmet, eliciting a cough from LaVerne as he recoiled from the smell.


In that small eternity, all your true vices come to light-- you try to find out where you went wrong, what you could have done differently to change the outcome. You start praying that maybe it's just all a bad dream, that maybe at the last second you'll regain control and fly back to the airbase, back to the technician crew and joke about the close call you had up in the air.

No. It's never like that. In all the times I'd been shot down, it's always the same, no matter how many different ways I'll experience it. Shock. Fear. Guilt, paralyzing guilt. The man in the seat behind you had a family, LaVerne, you selfish bastard. How many times will death and destruction follow you? How many times will luck favor you, and nobody else, before it gets tired of having you watch your trusted airmen die alongside you?

When will you finally give up?


Brock shifted onto his side, a gasp of pain escaping his lips as his bruised ribs screamed in response. Bodies littered the ground freely, weapons strewn about and half-submerged in the dense sludge created by rainfall.

My God. Who did this?

The rainfall arrived harder, now, escalating into a downpour as Brock feebly wiped the gathering moisture from the lens of his helmet. Destroyed houses, debris littered in the ground as the roar of a propeller sounded from the heavens above. The explosion of artillery sounded in the distance. Contrail shifted up in his stature, looking around him in a broad sweep before his eyes settled upon the wreckage of a plane. His plane. In the gunner's seat, mutilated by shrapnel and coated with splotched layers of blood was his trusted gunner, trusted friend Mickey Ersatz. Even from a distance, the kid's eyes had the death glaze, a vacant stare out into nowhere that gave Brock chills.

After a moment, Ersatz's eyes met LaVerne's own.

"You did this." The gunner spoke, his voice cutting through the droning of explosions and rainfall.





Settled within a divot created from his own crash landing, Contrail lay staggered and bordering on unconscious. His drifting eyes suggested some degree of lucidity but there was nothing there; his mind seemed in another place, his body's actions in the hallucination not directly mirroring his own in reality.

He lay there, trapped in hell, unaware that anything else existed.

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Re: Heart Breaker (Open Event)

Post by Hilo Takenaka » Tue Jul 31, 2018 2:52 am

When Paschalis was travelling around the world to search for his son, he surely didn’t expect to encounter such a mass amount of panic. As he was occupying the phone of a highway traveler, the sounds of screams and fire interrupted his train of thought. He immediately questioned where he was and silently emerged from the cell phone. Walking outside, he took a breath of fresh air and observed the current situation around him.
His friend were there from the cafe, but aside from that, there was chaos on the streets. People were bleeding out, superheroes were out and an epic confrontation seemed to be transpiring. Casually, he decided to intervene, stepping intro the fray without a sound. He then coughed loudly, letting his presence be known to everyone else. He checked his surroundings, and wandered into the situation. He emerged from the distance silently, and had to verbally cough to get himself noticed.

"Well... it seems as if I had happened to have wandered into something. Now; can someone care to explain to me what is happening?" he twiddled his fingers, etching himself for battle. His attention then dropped to his friend, to which he held out his hand. "Are you ok? Need a HAND?" he joked lightly before snapping his mood almost like a robot. He knew well that this situation was dire, so he turned to the Black Phantom and sharpened his expression almost instantaneously. It was incredibly rare for Paschalis to be taking things so seriously, and the Black Phantom didn't necessarily know that, he would get the feeling that this was the case. "I take it that the woman in the foam attacked everyone? If so, I don't think that foam might help hold her, but as soon as she breaks... well.." his expression snapped to a more jovial one almost instantaneously. "Pray to god for me. I'm not religious, but I wanna make sure I still get into Heaven, y'know. I think my actions might leave a stain on my name..."
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