Tira came out of the van and quickly evaluated the scene in front of her. Her ravens had perched themselves around the area on the buildings and such, but she hardly needed them at the moment in order to figure out what was going on. The gunmen had come out firing, and the single man that represented her target had responded by running. This enraged Tira. She had been waiting a while for a kill chance, and she was not about to let him get away now.

Coward! Get back here and die! She yelled as she sprinted forward toward him, running very fast at him. She then leaped about 10 feet into the air, and aimed her gun in midair. Her new memorys instructed her on how to proceed. The man had armor on, of an unknown strength level. Firing at the body would ensure hits, but she would not know if the bullets could penetrate it or not. Right now, she needed to cripple the man, stop him from running. As the man had turned around, the back of his knees were exposed. She knew both from experience fighting knights and other armored warriors and her stolen memorys that the back of the knee was typically one of the least armored areas on any given set of armor. After all, the joint needed to move.

So she took her P90 and aimed it directly at his legs, and unleashed the stream of rapid firing bullets. As she was in the air and moving, not every bullet would be on target. However, her new powers allowed her to easily compensate for the recoil and other factors that could impact her aim, and with a 50 round mag, more then a few bullets would be sent hurtling directly at the back of Sky's knees.

Ross Dissent - Near Rockerfeller

"He's running!"

The four mercenaries began to give chase, vaulting over vehicles and dodging behind cover, doing their best to get a shot on Sky. He was keep low, unfortunately, so from their position they couldn't see much of him.

Tira had decided to leap above everything and start firing like a... well, maniac. A smart maniac who suddenly knew how to use a gun, but they weren't going to question it when they were working for a dead man who was working for a space god.

Ross vaulted over a final car and hit the building running, sprinting and vaulting his way up the face of an office building. He fired a few shots at the now-visible Power Ranger, before deciding on a change of tactics.

Sky would hear a soft whumpf as the 40mm rifle grenade went hurtling right at him. Even if it didn't hit him, the explosion would definitely be close enough to hurt.

Raven - Quinjet headed towards Rockefeller Center

Raven spent most of his time since climbing on board of the Quinjet completely silent, with his eyes closed and hardly moving at all. Next to him, the nasod core floated idly, turning towards the other people on the passenger bay in turns, and sometimes towards Raven himself as well.

The soft creaking and groaning of the helicarrier made the long-haired man open his eyes just in time to see the metallic plates of the Quinjet starting to deform around them as Skye kept stressing herself out... until a voice through the intercom managed to snap her out of it, the walls returning to normal quickly, after which she apologized to them.

"This kind of situation can be hard to cope with," he replied, closing his eyes once more. "It's understandable that you feel that way. Still, do your best to remain calm, and try not to let it get the best of you. That's all that can be done in that regard until we manage to make some progress."

Queens, Cavalry Cemetary - Youmu

Youmu fidgeted uncomfortably. Wasn't there something she should be doing?

For some reason, having the mistress just waltz off on her own made her anxious. There were so many things that could go wrong...

"If there is something I can't make clear, I try slashing it... how can that apply in anyway here?"

She shook her head. It was better to have faith in times like this. The half-phantom was pretty sure there was some proverb that applied. None came to mind though.

Above her was the lure and around 2 million souls, still hanging in the air like petals on the verge of falling.

At least that was reassuring. Still, the solitude was getting a bit oppressive. And has she heard voices out in the fog? She hoped not. It would most certainly be an enemy.

"I have to go down there?" Nitori muttered. "But it's-"

She bit off the last part of that remark. She was going to say "filthy", but then she saw herself being gutted in her mind. Suddenly, it seemed more agreeable.

A mechanical arm pulled out a mouth mask from inside her bag. With a huff, she put it on. Really now...

"Right, no problem."

Nodding, the first jiangshi took Jinta, easily hefting the unconscious boy onto her shoulder. Without another word, she hopped and glided down the sewer shaft.

The other jiangshi had now all arrived, and two of them followed suit. The last two kept watch on the group. They both seemed pretty uncomfortable, yet for some reason refused to utter a word.

Once everyone else was in, Nitori hopped down, followed by the last two examples of animated death.

"This is, if possible, an even worse place than where we just were."

As Seiga ran a little tune through her head, she smiled as the team on Wall Street descended underground. Meanwhile, her bird's eye view Jiangshi dutifully informed her of a commotion a certain distance away.

As the good teammate she was, she directed the newly raised batch of 8 to go to Pier 92.

Gavrill Madaraki, Sewers of New York

"What the fuck is thiii-"

Gavrill was cut off as the ground crumbled beneath her and she tumbled into the sewers.

She thrashed and tore furiously at the webs ensnaring her, roaring like a beast and flinging herself on the Nerubians, tearing at the giant bugs with her jaws and consuming whatever flesh she could.

Sewers

-The sewer fills with screeching and snapping as the Nerubians, taken completely by surprise by resisting prey, climb the walls to escape Gavrill's blows. The spiderlings scurry off, carrying their precious cargo, while the surviving warriors try to fight back despite missing limbs, oozing wounds and cracked shells.-

Greed, Times Square

Another shot came. This time of the ethereal, non-phsyical kind. The flames ceased for the seconds Greed thought this next move would take.

His Ultimate Shield formed once more around his fist, as he moved it in front of him in an effort to tank the shot.

"What the...?!"

Followed immediately by Greed's hand freezing over. His fingers creaked as they attempted to bend into a fist, but all it left him was a frozen, misshapen claw.

Then the next shot came in.

He was prepared this time, more specifically, his Ultimate Eye was prepared, and he twisted his body, barreling out of the way of the Scorpion round for it to stick to something else and explode there.

Greed returned to a neutral state in the air and stuck his free hand out. The fiery streams continued once more, once again threatening to cook Mordin in his armor. Meanwhile, his frozen hand lit up with a dull orange. Greed was aiming to thaw it out as fast as possible. With it frozen like this, Greed's offense had been noticeably stunted for the seconds it lasted.

Glacius, SHIELD Quinjet

Oh dear. Skye raised her voice, and she kept going up several octaves over time. Glacius never really considered himself an expert on human emotion. He tried to apologize, but noticing the creaking metal around him made it hard to. For all of a second, Glacius stood and tensed up, before Skye managed to calm down and the groaning ceased.

His fight or flight response ending, Glacius sat down again. His empathy wouldn't come through his body language for Skye to notice, but it was there.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

The alien pondered her words for a second. She really knew nothing about him or the rest of the Seekers, and the disappearances of her fellow heroes seemed to have hit her hard. Looking at it from her perspective, he could hardly blame her for her outburst.

"Skye. I will not ask that you approve of us, or even to trust us. However, I hope you will accept our help nonetheless."

...

"I understand what it feels like to have no one to trust or turn to. Therefore, I advise you do what you believe you must to ensure the survival of your home."

Hol Horse - Pier 92

Something fell from the sky at the group of Seekers. Hol froze, his vision focused revealing that...

...thank God, it wasn't the Helicarrier. It was just a car.

No...wait, that was still a danger to their lives.

Thankfully, a Jack Cayman was there to slice the makeshift projectile in two, while the little princess had begun to cast some sort of spell.

The Emperor materialized in his hand, which pointed the gun-shaped Stand at his would be target.

As Hol focused his vision once more, something struck him. What looked like two men floated high above them. One of them with a head of golden hair, with a rippling physique that reflected the sun's rays as if as a testament to its beauty.

Wait...it just hit Hol. They weren't two men, it was one man and his Stand. No...not a man...

His irises shrank, his jaw dropped and his eyelids drooped in disbelief.

"You've gotta be kidding me."

Hol seriously felt like crying.

edited 5th Sep '15 4:30:53 AM by LatverianBadger

Dio Brando: Pier 92

In any realistic terms, the results of my distraction were an abject failure. The bald man took his bearings faster than I would have expected, and by the time it reached him, the Honda, or perhaps the Hyundai, it met his chainsaw already raised. A short but fierce battle ensued. The chainsaw won.

It sailed around him in two halves, fuel-lines severed and ignited by the showering sparks of metal on metal, and landed burning. So far as I could tell, the fuel tank was intact. I wondered how long we had before it detonated, and for a second assumed they would do the same, that they might scatter and my tactic might still bear fruit.

I was at once disappointed and rewarded. They did not move. Not an inch. Even as a fuse burned down directly behind them, they remained oblivious, and took defensive postures. Beneath goggles, the bald man stared at me dangerously. Beneath her scarlet hair, behind a pointed sword, the woman glared almost inscrutably.

I was here for the civilians, she said, completely wrongly. Going on the defensive, bellowed her comrade. I felt at once honoured and slightly insulted, that they felt I deserved such an open audience to their thoughts and strategies, but swallowed the urge to correct them. I was not, I began to realise, dealing with the keenest minds.

So I stayed put. Suddenly, knowing the problem would solve itself at any second, I began to feel bizarrely talkative. A few words, a few thoughtless taunts and banal replies, enough to keep them distracted and dulled while their self-made hourglass depleted. It was all so much easier, so much simpler than I'd expected.

And then I saw him, my perfect target, my perfect distraction, the perfect familiar face stuck halfway in and out of a translucent castle. For a second I was confused, until the obvious answer supplied itself - that man's loyalty had always belonged to the highest bidder, be it in material wealth or simply the currency of threats, and our respective employers could bid higher than anything else imaginable. In an instant, the image unfolded. The mercenary kidnapped between worlds, despondent and sulking, sadness turned inexorably to glee at the moment he realised he could become a richer number two than he could ever conceive. The pilot fish will always find a convenient shark. That's simply the way of things.

Our eyes caught one another. He knew.

Somewhere between his manner and his inherent pathos, I'd always liked him, in the diminutive way one might like such a spectacle of a man. I shot a smile down the barrel of his fear, and did so genuinely.

"Are you really going to try to shoot me, Hol Horse?"

edited 5th Sep '15 5:51:01 PM by OG-Sama

Subway System - Lets get down to business

Medusa inclined her head as the old man implied that it was a gift in his world and not a learned skill. That was a little disappointing. There was always the chance that the ability could be imitated though. She was pretty adept with magic after all. "I think I would like to learn more regardless. It could be useful should I run into that other one again." She said to Iroh.

Her eyes flicked upwards for a second as her plant whispered silent words into her ear, informing her of the new guests to the park. She turned her attention back to Hood. "Tell me. There is a young man with dark skin, brown hair in a top knot, wearing armor with a sword in his hand. With him is a black haired woman in armor also wielding a sword. DO either of these sound like one of your allies?" she asked.

Central Park

A few moments after Sokka and Sif touched down, the ground in front of the large black bud cracked and swelled. The dirt broke as four large green stalks rose up out of the ground, the end of these vines were tipped with Venus Flytrap jaws and a black mane of petals. These four vines loomed over the two trespassers, writhing in place similar to a group of snakes. For the moment though, they just seemed to be looking at them and waiting for the SHIELD helpers to make the first move.

Gavrill Madaraki, Sewers of New York

Any thought of going after more Seekers or contacting Loki had been currently driven from Gavrill's mind by fury and rampant bloodlust. She seized one of the remaining warriors and tore its head off with one bite, before charging in pursuit of the fleeing spiderlings.

Jack raised an eyebrow when Dio directly mentioned Hol Horse. He glanced at the cowboy, whom looked like he using all of his strength to not break down crying while holding his bladder. This could mean any number of things, including that Horse might have been this particular Overlord's minion in the past.

"Horse, who is this guy?" the Chaser sternly asked.

B.B. Hood, Subway System

"A young man with dark skin, brown hair in a top knot, and wearing armor with a sword in his hand?" B.B. Hood asked her mistress, and looked happy that Sokka was coming for her. "That's Sokka!"

"I don't know the name of the black-haired woman in armor also wielding a sword," B.B. Hood added in contemplation of what that meant. "I do know that she's an Asgardian ally and should instead be countering Zeal's magic right now."

edited 5th Sep '15 7:27:21 PM by GameGuruGG

Subway

-Iroh shakes his head.-

The gift of fire was given to humans by the lion turtles long ago, but there are none left. Now only the spirits know who will become a bender.

Sewer

-The remaining spidermen throw the decapitated corpse of Gavrill's victim onto the webbing, where its death throes will alert the hub of the new Nerubian empire. Despite their wounds, they limp after Gavrill, not noticing that they are no longer in claimed territory. By the time they are aware of being surrounded by the underground's previous occupants, it is too late. After the carnage, their mangled corpses are dumped into the sewer itself, quickly torn apart by unseen shapes in the murky water.-

-The panicked spiderlings continue their flight southwards, only dropping their cargo when they hear the humanoid monster behind them. Mongrels and vagrants struggle out of the sticky webbing only to see Gavrill racing towards them.-

Hol Horse - Pier 92

There it was; that smooth, terrifyingly welcoming tone in his voice, the familiarity of it and of what Hol was up against gave him the shivers.

"Kch!"

But he stood his ground. His knees were about to buckle, and sweat stained his collar, but surprisingly, even to him, he didn't turn tail and run.

"Y-Y-Yeah! Ain't that right? Th-th-this time, I've got you where I want, DIO!"

His stammers shattered any notion of him putting up a confident front, but even then, his tone settled as he looked around at his fellow Seekers.

"Look at all the partners I gathered! Hehehe...hahaha! Y-Yeah! You're in for it now, DIO! You don't stand a chance!"

It was then that Hol turned ninety degrees to face Jack, his next words crawling their way out through gritted teeth and a harsh whisper.

"Someone you DON'T want to mess with. Just play it cool and survive as long as you can. And maybe, just MAYBE, we can run away with our lives."

edited 6th Sep '15 9:07:06 AM by LatverianBadger

Dio Brando: Pier 92

But, surrounded by a multitude of sharks, the pilot fish attempted to rally himself - to my surprise, despite our previous encounters, he managed to stand his ground. As always, when provided others behind which to hide, there was a hesitant steel creeping into his voice. This was, I suppose, the closest to a hidden depth he could aspire.

It all shattered under my gaze, of course, but reformed whenever he looked at his inept comrades, whenever he was able to reaffirm his place in their ecology. Something sustainable, something troublesome. The smile disappeared from my eyes, but I did not let it fade. I wanted him to see, to understand, to burn this moment into his mind once again.

Above all, I wanted him to comprehend what he was doing. I wanted him to know, and know fully. I wanted him to see the consequences before they manifested. One by one, his mistakes were repeating themselves. We both knew the outcome.

I was in for it now, he lied, unable even to hide it from himself. Between terse whispers, I did not stand a chance, and his frantic gaze did not at all belie his deadly threat. I might feel pity for him, were that tendency not his most charming feature. Hol is, was, and will always be the oblivious starring role in his self-made black comedy.

"Is this really the best you can think you can do, Hol Horse?" I asked, my eyes passing over both of his visible comrades in turn. Behind them, the Hyundai burned unhurriedly, or perhaps it was the Honda. Though they still hadn't found the wherewithal to move, it really was taking far too long.

"Is this really how you try to guard your peace of mind? Fool. Look at yourself. How can your be their number two, if you already belong to me?"

And then, cocking my head at him:

『S H A Z A M !』

There was no build-up, no ominous preparatory thunder. The effect was instantaneous. I called, and the gods answered without hesitation.

For an instant, a moment, a single sliver of a fraction of a second, the divine finger of godly lightning light brushed gently against the smouldering remains of that automobile. For an instant, the bulwark was bathed in its golden light. For an instant, all sound was buried beneath that grand celestial clap.

And then it reached what remained of that indeterminate fuel tank, half-emptied, fumes and liquid gorged on the night air. The laws of physics, in all their intricate majesty, conferred a thousand complex changes.

The fireball erupted at the moment the lightning passed, reducing the tank which had once held it to nothing but supersonic shrapnel. The gasoline that had spilled out onto the ground erupted in response, not so much an explosion as dull and unpressurised whooshing, and in their expansion both infernos followed each-other's trajectories.

The cars did not shatter, there was little shrapnel besides the tank and few opportune shards of metal, but it did not matter. In their infinite wisdom, Hol's companions had chosen to remain right in-between the automobile's two halves, soles dampened by spilled gasoline.

edited 6th Sep '15 5:23:11 PM by OG-Sama

Pier 92 - Seiga via Jiangshi Octet

Flight was wonderful. It did not take long before the eight jiangshi, shining examples of necromancy, reached their destination.

Now, whatever might this be?

Seiga could see Jack and Erza, with the two halves of a car on either side of them. Around them were a few large structures of ice. A wall, a castle, a bridge. Elsa had been busy.

She had 8 pairs of eyes watching the situation. With a mental command they spread out in a semi-circle, hovering above the ice wall.

The assailants were... actually kinda disappointing. Alright, one of them was alright. A handsome golden-haired being whose sense of self-worth was palpable in the air, and apparently his... lackey? A pretty hideous entity, all in all, at least in terms of outfit. There was something off about both though.

Before she was able to make them do more, lightning struck, and the car exploded. Well, hopefully Erza and Jack would be alright.

Now, it might be best to just see what the assailants could do. Summoning lightning was confirmed, but not much more.

So with that in mind, one of the jiangshi conjured up a barrage of kunai, with some magical bullets as well for good measure, and sent them hurtling towards their foe.

The jiangshi fanned out a bit wider, affording Seiga a better view. She wanted to see this unfold.

Gavrill Madaraki, Sewers

With an exultant snarl, Gavrill fell upon the Nerubian's dropped cargo and began tearing them apart with her claws, seizing entire limbs and gorging herself on their flesh. When she'd eaten her fill she sniffed the rank air, growled in satisfaction, and resumed the chase. She didn't know who or what the creatures she was chasing actually were, but she was very much beyond caring and wouldn't start to think about it until the fit of berserker fury died down.

Erza - Pier 92

Erza regarded Hol Horse as he started freaking out upon the appearance of Dio. From his simple body language, she could tell that the two have met before; an assumption confirmed when the cowboy and vampire directly referred to each other and when Horse whispered over to Jack about Dio. Any questions that Erza had to either Horse or Dio were interrupted when the vampire suddenly shot lighting towards the fiery halves of the car, making them explode. Erza flinched and jumped from the sudden explosion, not expecting their assailant to be capable of shooting lighting at them.

Glancing at the burning halves on their sides, Erza then noticed the gasoline seeping on their feet. Widening her eyes, she immediately sprang from her spot, as to not have her feet catch fire.

"If that's the case, why are you taunting him - ?" Jack was asking Horse, but then Dio launched a lightening bolt at them. Jack managed braced himself after the halves of the car exploded. He then noticed he was standing in a pool of gasoline -

"DAMMIT!" he yelled before backflipping out of the way, leaving Horse in the middle of the potential inferno.

edited 6th Sep '15 5:53:43 PM by UdtheImp

Chrysler Building

   "Oh, this is just too delightful. Get me my beacon of Courage, and I will get you your new base. I can already see it in New York's skyline..."    Tatu said, slowly lowering his voice into a mutter.    "It will be beautiful indeed."   

Hearing Maria's woes, Tatu walked towards her, gripping her chin tenderly. For the others in the room, it'd look as if Tatu was still looking out the window- only the summoner would hear him speak the following words.    "Shhh. Don't yell."    Tatu whispered, smiling.    "These are the last minutes of your life. Oh, I know what you're thinking. You believe you'll just revive at your base, don't you? But here's the fun part... that won't happen. All your friends out there are dead. I made that possible when I cut off whatever was bringing you vermins back to life. So, please, try not to waste your last breath screaming, hm?"   

Returning to his window watching position, Tatu tapped his fingers, now speaking to everyone.    "Where is Menardi now?"   

Central Park

When the Venus flytraps came into view, Sokka tensed up, holding his sword in front of him. "I should have asked before, but... do you have some kind of... plant cutting magic spell?" He said, standing back to back to Sif.

"I do." Sif replied calmly.

"... seriously?"

"Oh yes. I regularly face off against the Enchantress." Sif continued, glancing to the side. "Used to, at least. She had an assistant made entirely out of plants. Called him Keep. I developed some spells designed to keep his body from regenerating... and they may help us with our current problem. Protect me, boy." Stabbing the ground with her sword, Sif got on her knees and started chanting in an unknown language.

"Protect you. Oh yeah." Sokka said, tightening his grip on the sword Icarax had given to him. "I can do that. I can certainly do that."

Queen Zeal & Maria Renard, Chrysler Building

"Menardi's last communication indicated that she killed Icarax and is headed to help Teridax eliminate stragglers, most likely at Wall Street," Queen Zeal explained to Tatu.

Meanwhile, Maria flinched at Tatu's touch and her eyes widened in horror as he whispered his statement that death was now final for the Seekers. Maria should have figured as much given he was Moja's equal, and was frustrated at Moja and Mbili's inability to help them even when their help would be useful like now. Certainly, Tatu already seemed more active than either and not focused on some stupid disagreement between magic and science. She smoldered in silence at the loss of her allies from the incompetence of Moja and Mbili.

Hol Horse - Pier 92

Oh shit, DIO was making his move. Hol's trigger finger twitched, but before he could make a move, lightning struck.

("Shit! I don't remember him being able to do that!")

Hol flinched as the pieces of the car behind him were engulfed in explosions. The fact that he was standing in the leaked gasoline of the car nearly missed his notice, but he was able to leap forward and away from the puddle, landing on his front. However, he feared that he would soon run out of real estate to maneuver around.

Something about that leap made Hol felt like he didn't know his own strength...he had jumped forward a bit further than he'd expected. Perhaps this was the spell that little princess casted earlier?

Getting up on his knees, then on his feet, Hol shakily stood his ground once more. In his anxiety, he still wasn't sure what to do next...

Sasuke, wondering if he's gone bonkers

Hmm...

The Kakuranger ninja felt that he heard someone calling for help, but he wasn't paying attention since he checked up on Ryuko.

You guys heard something? I may have someone calling for backup from someone heading to this area. Sasuke inquired with his magic team comrades via linkpearl.

Sky, now in the toughest fight of his life

The explosion near Sky made him trip and fall on his back. He caught sight of the incoming mercenaries and opened fire on the abandoned vehicles by shooting the Deltamax Striker on their engine block to make them blow up and create a black smokescreen.

But while he fired, the front SWAT leg protector got hit by the gunfire done by Tira's FN P90.

"Agh!" Sky gritted in pain when the leg protector sparked.

"Take this!" Sky opened fire on Tira to keep her confused after the vehicles were destroyed in several explosions to distract her.

There! He darted to the nearest alleyway and kicked several trash dumpsters to block the way before he moved deeper into the alleway, moving in random directions, but facing the direction of Time Square.

Kotomine Kirei; Pier 92

There are truths that a man can ignore his entire life. Once I was a man. I saw deep darkness in my soul, and trembled at it. I could not give it form. I feared it would foul my lips, my life. So I spoke seldom, and even when I did it was speech without saying. Never was it from the heart.

It has been less than a day since my liberation and already I am drunk. I breathe foul depravity, reel weaving in the sick throes of hypocrisy. And I am beset - beset on all sides by a most delightful contradiction.

One may speak the truth, if he dares. The more he does, the more he will find that words are ever fickle.

I fall. My vestments billow about me. Lancer darts to the nearest roof, no doubt glad to be rid of me - but I have not released him yet, and so he waits disgruntled, weighing my present in one sinewy hand. I land behind the girl, the white-clad healer with the cherry-blossom hair, and breathe.

(One second.)

I throw my arm at her back. No. I send my fist at her spine. No. At is a misnomer.

(It is finished.)

Allow me to try again. This is what I wish to see. I do not punch at her, but through her. Like a silken sack, bruised all within and yet left whole. Her delicate lumbar cracks like a chrysalis, oozing wan beauty. A silky cry escapes her lips, a perfect tender scream. Sensation flees her limbs. Blood fills her lungs. Her young body spasms, tortured pink-white round a growing core of wet red. And unspeakable bliss fills my heart.

(The last of these does happen, whatever else may not.)

I do not speak. As I have said, some things are beyond words.

There is another thing, perhaps, that I must tell you. It happens at the same time, and is not beyond words. In vulgar speech I would say it merely begs description.

Lancer sends my gift. The black tome, hide-bound, spirals towards the cowboy's chin like a fluttering meteor. It is heavy. I have thumbed it raw. Its insides are neat columns, sunk in mass after mass of tentative marks. As I can attest, its ponderousness is considerable.

Lo, I bring him good news of great joy, which is for all the people. I give to the vagabond the gift of Scripture.

edited 7th Sep '15 7:08:55 AM by troydenite

Tira might have been distracted by the explosions had this been the first fight she had been in on this world. However, her extended time with the beastmen had caused her to adapt to the feeling of having things blown up around her while she fought, and her mind remained unusually focused on her target, a side effect of Deathstroke's mind that Tira was not really aware of. Thus, when she hit the ground and saw the ranger running under the cover of explosions, she did not hesitate to quickly run after him.

As she chased him into an alley, several dumpsters were thrown in her way. An attempt to slow her down, no doubt. Little did sky know that this would have the opposite effect, as he had provided her a springboard to bounce off of, and inadvertently slowed himself down a little to take the time to put them in position. he probably wasn't slowed down much, to be sure. But it was enough for Tira to make her move. Moving quickly, she springboarded off the dumpster much like she had done earlier to the shirtless man, and flew through the air. As she cleared the dumpster and started gaining height, she pointed at the ranger.

Ice! She yelled, firing a blue iceball at the ranger that was intended to freeze him, or at least slow him down, whenever from taking the hit or dodging the shot. Tira then flew over Sky's head, and as she passed, swung her blade down at the ranger's helmet as she passed. Landing in a roll, Tira turned around and quickly fired her gun again at the ranger. Some subconscious internal counter told her that she only had half a clip of ammo left.

You're not going anywhere, mister! I'm not done having my fun with you yet! She yelled as she fired the gun.

edited 7th Sep '15 8:21:16 AM by Meanken