Poking his head up over the edge of the latest roof, Solid watched the pair of villains go completely nuts and charge straight at the tank. Both of them certainly earned the 'Nutcase' label as one went at the bad guy soldiers with a pair of swords and the other tried to get into the tank.
Needless to say, Solid didn't think it was a very good idea to let even craziers bad guys get hold of a bloody tank, so he had to take action.
"I need a stereo and some Flight of the Valkyries right now," Solid muttered to himself as he kicked off from the roof, shooting straight up into the air and bringing his rifle up to aim at the gap between the tank commander's body and the open hatch.
Flicking a switch on his rifle, Solid qued up an LRM and began locking on to where he wanted the thing to go. Assuming nobody shot at him, the android would be firing what amounted to an anti-personnel rocket straight into the guts of the tank with a happy cry of, "Missiles away!"
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
The Oberst never got the chance to follow and then lead Egregore's fall as per standard firing procedure, blasted back by a sudden wave of energy that came along the ground like some demented, pint-sized tsunami, just getting the chance to see his fellow soldier incinerated by a plasma bolt, unable to dodge due to the same wave that had caught the Oberst.
Of course, a second later he no longer had to worry about that, a sudden explosion of energy knocking him back yet again, and worse yet, putting him out in the open, making him an extremely appealing target for any soldier with even the slightest bit of common sense.
Two seconds later, his lifeless body hit the ground, perforated with at least three dozen AP rounds, courtesy of the enemy.
Verily, the gray-uniformed soldiers that had until now been more focused on running and finding cover, their armor lighter even by appearance than that of the cobalt blue, gasmask-toting forces, went even further than that. They took the opportunity and mounted a counterattack at behest of their own commanding officer - who unfortunately received a barrage of AP rounds to the head as he made the mistake of being the first to jump out of cover.
Indeed, the numbers dwindled fast on both sides now, both forces swearing in German, some of the blue ones in Russian, and even a Czech curse or two seemed to be mixed in there somewhere...or was it Hungarian?
Spoken word aside, the tank's labeling at least was Russian, and the layout of its controls fairly common sense - although the interior looked decidedly complex and high-tech, even the 50 cal. operable from the inside - so assuming the Horsemen made it into the vehicle with enough of their marbles (or bodies) left to drive the thing, figuring out how was likely the least of their worries...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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Flicking a switch on his rifle, Solid qued up an LRM and began locking on to where he wanted the thing to go. Assuming nobody shot at him, the android would be firing what amounted to an anti-personnel rocket straight into the guts of the tank with a happy cry of, "Missiles away!"
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What about the missile heading for the tank? :P
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Egregore leapt back onto his feet and 'ported away, probably somewhere high-up where he could get a good look of the battle.
((See latter part of last sentence of my previous post. Also edited to adjust for misunderstood power of Rebel's character. 
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Even from above, there wasn't much clarity to be gained - only perspective. Gray and blue alike had lost most of their number, the former now making a break back toward the portal, for the latter force had veered off to the south there, having initially followed their tank - of course, by now they'd acquired more conventional cover, but the vehicle's original course still dictated their current placement - and heroes and villains alike were simply all over the place.
Solid Shot stood on a nearby roof, a pair of Horsemen of the Apocalypse were at the unmoving, catamaran-like tank (complete with the mangled wreckage of a once-fine silver Porsche beneath its treads), a costumed girl was on her way there as well, and the blonde man she'd left standing by the warehouse door without a word apparently still stood there.
As for the crossworld arrivals, all in all, there were about nine left alive: three of the soldiers that wore the distinct gray of Axis America forces, but were bereft of face mask, and six of the cobalt blue and more heavily armored kind, who in turn did don full cover below their blast goggles in the form of gas masks...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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A'right, last post for a while then.
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'Ah. Now THERE'S somethin o interest.' Egregore thought as he identified the color difference between the two factions below...And their hostility to one another. 'He really got the details wrong on this one. Which group is which? .....This ain't good. Time for drastic measures.'
Egregore 'ported.
His contact hadn't given him exact information. There was too much confusion, he didn't know what was going on. The only people who knew that were the invading groups of soldiers. Suddenly, in the eyes of Egregore at least, they transformed from targets into captives. The rear-most of the fleeing grey soldiers barely had enough time to register that somebody had 'ported in front of him before a sap stick was rammed into his chest as Egregore attempted to render him unconcious or at least stun him for a few scant moments while his free hand non-chalantly dropped a canister of special gas onto the ground to spill its contents into the air. The same kind Longbow Cataphracts and PPD Enforcers utilized.
((It's not so much misunderstood power, it's that as a hero she's not going to outright kill someone without at least giving them a chance to surrender or some such. Also might be worth noting she's not in costume - today was meant to be her day off so she's just in casual clothes.))
Hearing the automatic fire and the body hitting the ground behind her, the girl turned around to see the pair of soldiers lying lifeless on the ground. "Am I the only one here who isn't aiming to kill people?", she asked absently before moving back towards the warehouse. "Fine, whatever. Just try to leave one alive at least so we can find out what's going on here, hmm?"
Following the retreating soldiers back towards the warehouse, she noted the cyborg looking guy taking one down. probably should stop them getting back through that portal and find out what they wanted here at least, she thought to herself, seeing grey soldiers making a run for the portal. To that end, she hurled another explosive blast in their general direction.
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The man looked after the girl hero as she ignored him, and he shrugged. He took a moment to asess the situation, watching the two villains make a mad dash for the tank, and how the teleporting hero had dropped a canister of gas near some of the sloldiers. He looked at the two opposng forces and decided that the ones in gray running towards the portal must have done something wrong, since they were running of course. He jumped high, and landed behind one of them. He took his sword and swiped towards the soldier's leg, attempting to sever it..
((Yeah, maybe a description of her as more than 'a girl' would be nice then. 
Also, quick note: the gray guys are the ones running for the portal; not the blue ones. Also, they're on the street, not in a warehouse. 
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Generally, jumping directly into a hail of gunfire really wasn't a smart idea, and tended to end one's life quickly. Thankfully, Egregore didn't fit any definition of the word, but nevertheless it was somewhat doubtful that he wasn't in any way affected by the AP rounds going for the gray-garbed soldier he chose to jump next to, considering all three of them were at this moment under fire from those in cobalt blue, sitting behind their concrete wall cover across the street.
Still, prodding someone with a Sapp Stick at point-blank range and dropping a gas canister were actions that even getting knocked around wouldn't stop, and thus the soldier crumpled twitchingly to the ground...where he was promptly shot by those from across the street, thanks to Egregore now being a stationary target instead of a mobile one, and thus exponentially easier to hit.
In fact, the only 'good' aspect of attacking a man being fired upon like this was that a good bit of said fire went over him in the process of the soldier hitting pavement. Still, he'd been hit; badly, and if Egregore couldn't either defend or get him out of there in the next few instants, he was no doubt dead meat.
Much the same fate caught the remaining two gray-garbed soldiers running for the portal as well, a suddenly arrived explosive blast sending them flying, and one of them losing his leg in the process, thanks to a certain blonde man also jumping (though this time with a leap instead of a 'port) right into 'gunfire alley', and having enough defensive capability to succeed in his strike. Of course, whether his regeneration and sword could save him from what was of course a near-continuous hail of AP rounds, well that was another question entirely.
As for the soldier whose leg he'd taken, said man landed roughly on the asphalt, roaring his pain out into the air. it didn't last long. He dragged his bleeding stump along for all of two seconds before the fire from across the street ended his scream with the silence of death.
But of course, misery loves company, the explosive blast having knocked the one remaining man with the physical ability to run to the street as well. His eyes went wide as he heard the characteristic sounds of bullets against asphalt, getting closer by the instant. Indeed, the trail closed with his scrambling form extremely rapidly, and if no one intervened, he had less than a second to live...
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Across the street, the Unteroffizier that had taken charge after the Oberst's death mustered the scene curiously; as did his remaining men.
"Sir, sie greifen die Rebellen an." one of them told him, "Vielleicht hat der Reichsmann es nicht geschafft. Sollen wir Feuer einstellen?"
"Nein." the Unteroffizier ordered coldly, "Wir können es nicht riskieren. Tötet sie alle."
And they kept firing...
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((Ah, okay, I edited. So, I think the ones in gray are rebels or something like that, and the blue ones are the Axis America?))
The blonde man was about to grab the one-legged soldier, but didn't get the chance since said soldier died a second or two later from gun fire. He knew he would be next, and hopped randomly towards somewhere else, getting shot in the foot and thigh in the process. He landed sooner than planned and stayed close to the ground, because of pain and making himself a smaller target.
He was about to jump when he saw the man in gray about to die from AP rounds. He scampered over quickly and took two shots to the back before grabbing the soldier in his free arm and lunged behind a public mailbox. He knew they wouldn't be safe for long, but took this extra second or so to let his nanites work on his wounds. As soon as he was ready to jump, he took the man again and leaped to the wreckage of a car. If the man at any time tried to run away or harm the blonde man, his leg would face the same fate as his comrade.
((*is pretty much sitting around waiting to see if his missile explodes Soviet's tank*))
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
Egregore had started diving for the injured soldier the moment he had hit the pavement, but this unfortunately resulted in a chest-full of AP ammo. His kinetic shield did deflect a good majority of them, but they did not call them AP rounds for nothing-No less than five got through in fairly critical spots. Whether or not they were critical to the Cybernetic Egregore Device remained to be seen, but the shots DID seem to have exacted some toll on the man.
He had been falling when the bullets had hit him, so he continued to fall until he hit the pavement. His hand was reached out, grasped along the foot of the fallen soldier. They both 'ported, leaving nothing but a large cloud of green haze from the gas canister behind.
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Egregore came out of his 'port atop the same roof as previously, and immediately started choking on something. On all fours, he pulled down his metalic mouth-cover and hacked and spat until several thick goblets of black bile exited his mouth and splattered onto the roof. At this point, he slowly got up and surveyed his wounds.
Two shots to the torso, one to the shoulder, two to the stomach. And that was enough of that, he now had to make sure his new aquaintance didn't die on him. A medical device materialized in his hands and he started applying its nano-repair beam to the man. The device was built for personal use-That is, for Egregore to use. He was still more man than machine, but the device had no way of telling the difference and would flawlessly reconstruct the same areas in exactly the same way.
So depending on where the soldier had been hit, patches of his flesh would be regenerated that would be exact copies of Egregore's own. The soldier's immune system would NOT like it, but the nanites would take care of bullets and stop blood loss at least.
Famine hadn't quite gotten in the tank when the missile went streaking into the top hatch, sending shreds of bodies and equipment in a spray over his head.
"..."
Famine first tossed his loot bag inside the tank, then jumped in himself. Quickly making his way to the controls for the .50, he began to spray fire in a direct line in front of him. War had, by this point, reached the tank as well, and was worming his way in through the hole and closing the hatch above him when Famine found the pilot's controls.
"War, take the .50! We are LEAVING!"
The Nuclear Horseman jammed what was left of the throttle forward and the tank lurched ahead, tearing forward...
...Towards the portal. Famine yanked the control joystick
"Controls are JAMMED!"
"Periscope is [censored] bro, and I'm not sticking my head out of here!" War yelled back at him, panic in his voice.
"Oh dear god." Famine sighed. "HOLD ON TIGHT!"
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Rezyin snarled, finally being forced into action.
"You are not escaping on MY watch, Axis America or no!" He growled to himself, igniting his rocket boots once again. Zipping forward through the gunfire (taking it in relative stride, as Rezyin was often known for) Rezyin rapidly closed the distance with the tank. Unfortunately, this made him a prime target for everyone with a gun pointed in that general direction, and the Hero was quickly losing blood too fast for his body to reseal itself. To this end, rocketed forward and clung to the tank desperately, the turret blocking a large portion of incoming fire.
Two Mercs and a hero now roared towards the portal in a gigantic, unturning deathtrap, spraying .50cal fire ahead of them.
Solid cursed as the tank leapt into motion in defiance of the rocket that he had hoped would mess up it's control systems. But never being one to admit defeat Solid blasted off into the air and shot off over the buildings, flying parallel to the tank's course at the portal.
Pressing a button and cranking another switch, Solid switched to the OmniRifle's cyronic projector attatchment and took aim at the tracks on the tank's left side. He'd only get one shot before the tank made it through the portal and if he was lucky, the beam would seize up the treads long enough to force the tank to swerve into a warehouse, preventing it from escaping into the portal.
"Million to one chances happen every day," Solid said to himself as he fired the ice beam.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
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((Yeah, maybe a description of her as more than 'a girl' would be nice then. Also, quick note: the gray guys are the ones running for the portal; not the blue ones. Also, they're on the street, not in a warehouse. ))
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((Well I did say she was off duty, the logical assumption would be that she isn't in costume. But yeah sure, more complete information.
Hero Name: Portable Apocalypse (Just because she hasn't been trying to explode stuff so far doesn't mean she can't.)
Real Name: Isabel
Archetype: Blaster
Primary: Energy Blast
Secondary: Energy Manipulation
Epic: Force Mastery
Travel: Flight
And descriptions I'm not good with, but I can make pretty pictures for you to look at.
Also, edited my last for misunderstood information.))
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They both 'ported, leaving nothing but a large cloud of green haze from the gas canister behind.
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With the last remaining soldier apparently saved, Isabel was left with only the advancing tank to worry about. Seeing another hero trying to shoot the treads she joined in, sending a focused pulse of energy towards the vehicle's left side. Depending on exactly how sturdy the treads and relatively thing armor covering them were the tank would be left with a sizable hole where its left tread used to be, and would likely start driving in circles.
She didn't stick around to see what happened though, as there were still a half dozen or so blue-uniformed men firing automatic weapons nearby and she had no intention of getting shot today. Leaping into the air she flew up to land on the edge of a nearby rooftop before taking careful aim at the soldiers and charging up a sniper blast.
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((Meant 'description' as in physical, not costume - like height, build, hair, eyes, stuff like that - but yes, a picture works fine too. ))
Yeah, right - at this moment, the soldier couldn't have cared less who or what the blonde guy was, much less whether he was supposed to be friend or foe. They were both under fire, so as the man leaped, he fired, trying to keep the enemy from picking them out of the air.
This attitude didn't change as they hit the ground again, though the gray-garbed man did wonder for a moment why this guy had chosen a mail box as cover - something tat armor-piercing bullets didn't even regard as an obstacle. Thankfully, his own gun kept the enemy down long enough for the blonde guy to do whatever he was doing, then grab him and leap off once more...
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Unfortunately, the girl ended up just about foiling Solid Shot's plan. The cryonic blast did indeed lock the left tread of the catamaran-like tank down, causing the vehicle to swerve in that direction, but not enough time passed before the girl's energy blasts undid this result with their attempts to destroy said tread. Thanks to the catamaran design, it stood sufficiently wide to stay together even under conditions that would've rent a standard chassis' tread to shreds.
Regrettably, if the mercenaries aboard couldn't restore the controls that the anti-personnel weapon had jammed, the vehicle was still going to hit whatever got in its way, and if that was a building it couldn't roll over or into, well that was that, pure and simple...
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The cobalt blue soldier who'd inquired of the Unteroffizier a few seconds before obeyed his order without question once he saw one of the clearly super-powered types snag one of the rebels from the ground and start leaping off. While he was confused as to what the point of first aiding in the killing of one of their number, then the next second saving another was (not to mention at what the hell the damn tank was doing as it roared by) this didn't stop him from firing.
Unfortunately, the gray soldier's return fire did.
More German flew around as the cobalt blue group was forced down a moment, bullets sparking from the concrete all about them, once more kicking fine dust into the air. However, this also allowed them an easy view of a certain heroine landing on a nearby rooftop and making a fist in their direction, at the end of an outstretched hand.
"Nicht mit uns." the soldier growled, having no need to leave full cover with respect to the other side of the street to take aim at her. He switched to single shot and lined his scope up in the manner of a bulk snipe, intending to pop her one right in the chest. Saving time by doing so, he pulled the trigger much sooner than she could loose her blast.
But even while one soldier fired from cover, another leaned the barrel of his TRV-150 over the edge of his own, using the angled-down screen of the rocket launcher's IR scope to get a lock on the blonde guy's destination without giving the gray-garbed man he carried a chance to shoot him.
Thus it occurred that as swordsman and soldier headed for the car wreck, a rocket roared toward the very same place at the very same time...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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Isabel's eyes widened as she saw one of the soldiers she was aiming at point a gun back at her. Coming up with a plan in the half second of time she had to do so, she redirected the energy of the blast she was charging up into a different outlet. The same personal forcefield that had protected her from the helicopter crash shimmered back into life, and she breathed a small sigh of relief as the man's shot impacted harmlessly on the shield.
Sadly for all its defensive power the shield limited her offensive options somewhat as she couldn't attack through it. "I hate fighting people who are actually competent", she muttered angrily to herself as she retreated back out of their line of sight, the shield dissipating as she did so. Assuming they hadn't moved since she saw them since they had been under fire from other sources as well, she lobbed an explosive blast towards them. Curving around in midair as gravity took effect, it fell to explode hopefully somewhere near the soldiers.
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The blonde man only had put one foot on the ground before the explosion hit.
The rocket had hit the the remains of the car, so it stopped full on impact, but it didn't help with much else. The vehicle was reduced to ash as the explosion sent the man flying backwards, the sword soaring in an entirely different direction. He landed more than a couple feet away than where he wanted to be, and the soldier was definitely not in his arm anymore.
He lay there, barely concious and his ears ringing as he bled to death on the sidewalk. His heart failing, his brainwaves reacted naturally, and naturally the sword picked up on them. The katana distinegrated as the nanites went over to the blonde man, entering his bloodstream and making repairs. He didn't move during this, however, because to anyone else it looked like he was dead, since the nanites were busy fixing his internal injuries, not external.
Apparently, the soldiers below thought much along the same lines, for as Isabel moved out of line of sight, she may have been able to hear a pair of distinct shouts over the rocket's explosion across the street.
Not a few moments later, a trio of grenades sailed over the roof's edge, and though they of course didn't head directly at her, being grenades, they didn't really have to...
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"Da! Am Dach!" got the Unteroffizier's attention, even as the rocket's explosion across the street rocked the ground, the soldier who'd fired at Isabel pointing to where she'd disappeared from sight.
"Granaten." he commanded in a calm, stern fashion, and not moments later, three grenades went flying, flung to where they suspected her to be. The Unteroffizier grinned at the thought that said area would include a good portion of that roof, and again once the rocket's smoke had cleared enough for him to see the last rebel veritably obliterated.
That left only the one the teleporter had taken...maybe. The jumper had stabbed, then gassed the guy, so maybe he'd just wanted to wring his neck him with his own hands instead of letting them have the kill. Actually, now that he thought about it, that made a lot of sense - and if it was true, he'd done their work for them. The Unteroffizier cocked another unseen smirk at this.
However, said smile quickly vanished as another explosive blast came in, the six scrambling away too late, and getting thrown in all directions by the concussive detonation...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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Isabel might not have been a military type, but she'd fought more than enough Council to know a grenade when she saw one. Or saw three, rather. She mentally kicked herself for not expecting something like this, and for dropping the shield when she did. Grenades, you see, do not typically have a particularly long fuse and thus it was unlikely that she would have the five seconds or so she needed before she was capable of putting up the shield again.
Thus, the only option became to run, or rather fly, like hell. And fly she did, straight backwards away from the grenades. But not fast enough or far enough, and as the first of them went off the blast wave knocked her out of the sky to land in a cloud of dust and muttered curses on the next rooftop over. "Fine then, overkill it is", she said to herself as she pulled herself back up and took to the air again. Dropping over the side of the building, she flew in a rather erratic path towards the soldiers to make it as difficult as possible for them to shoot her before she was close enough to shoot back. The moment she was in range she let fly with a barrage of energy bolts, some small and some not so small.
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"Oh holiest God, Yaweh, Allah, Shiva, Baal, Mother Nature, Buddha, Mephisto, Cthulhu, I know that I have not been the most devout of worshippers." Famine began to pray.
"WE ARE GOING TO [censored] DIE!" War was screaming, scrambling around the wrecked tank interior.
"But out of all of the times I have prayed to one of you, and some of the times I've prayed to some other deities, I could really, honestly use your help. Just this once."
The tank nailed a parked car, sending War to the floor of the cabin. Rezyin clung on to the back for dear life.
"I mean it's totally cool whoever decides to help. But whoever you are...I'd love it if the decision was quick."
"THIS IS WHAT LOSING THE GAME FEELS LIKE! OH MY GOD THE LOOT, THE LOOT IS EVERYWHERE!" War sobbed, crawling over the precious bank heist money.
"Because just this one, single time." Famine closed his eyes tightly.
"I don't think Nyarlathotep is enough."
The tank ground to a sudden, circling turn, smoke belching out of the crippled War Machine.
War quietly looked out of the hole in the tank to where one of his swords, through nothing short of a miracle, had lodged itself perfectly in the treads, the insanely, massively strong alloy effectively locking that half of the drive system in place.
The Mercenaries were alive.
"THANK YOU!" Famine yelled joyously, pushing War and the money out of the hole as fast as he could. Both mercs took off on foot, trying to flee the battle scene.
Rezyin smiled. NOW was his chance.
The Swordsman jumped from the spinning tank, boosters igniting as he viciously closed the distance with the swordsmen, even the painful impact of both lines of fire striking him not slowing him down.
"COMPANY!" War yelled, turning his head only for a moment before taking off at one of the Mercenaries' famous Escape Sprints.
Unfortunately, the Mercs were in the dead middle of everyone at this point, fleeing at haste, and chances were, this would get in someone's way.
Whoever that someone ended up being, it wasn't one of the soldiers that had come out of the portal. The ones garbed in cobalt blue were busy running and shooting at a flying metahuman that was taking them down one at a time from range, even as they bolted for the portal, and the one living man in gray uniform wasn't in any shape to do anything right now...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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"Mother frakkin' rakkin' brakkin'," Solid muttered angrily as he looked back and forth between the soldiers and the pair of villains, trying to decide which ones he should open fire at.
Deciding to shoot everyone, Solid leapt off the roof he was on and jetted forward a bit, loading and firing a grenade a suitable distance in front of the fleeing villains so that they'd be comfortably in it's blast radius if they kept running in that direction.
Deactivating his thrusters for half a second Solid twisted himself around mid-fall, aimed directly at the Unterofficer, and hit his jets again, boosting forward to tackle the poor [censored] at about seventy miles per hour. Held in one hand, his assault rifle chattered out a flurry of rounds to keep down the heads of some of the other soldiers as he closed on his true target, left palm already sparking with paralyzing energies in case the sap put up a fight even after being hit by five hundred pounds of titanium.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
The blonde man noticed no one was firing at him, so he took this time to let the nanites repair his body. He could hear gunfire and screams and wanted to get up and help badly, but knew he was in no shape. After a few more moments, most of the major wounds had healed considerably, and the man thought now was the time to act.
He focused on an image of his sword, and the recievers in the hilt took them in, activated the anti-gravity thrusters inside of it (similar to the ones in his shoes) and flew towards his hand. He caught it, and by the time he was on one knee getting up, the sword was about half re-materialized. When he was standing, the sword was complete, and it started to glow a blue colour.
In his right hand, he put it over his left shoulder, in a ready-to-swipe looking stace. As the sword grew brighter, he did swng the sword in an arc in front of him. Out of the sword came a torrent of pure energy, much like the woman's, straight towards the soldiers in the cobalt uniforms.
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The ones garbed in cobalt blue were busy running and shooting at a flying metahuman that was taking them down one at a time from range, even as they bolted for the portal.
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"Oh no you don't", Isabel muttered to herself as the soldiers below ran for the portal. She kicked it up a notch to make absolutely sure they didn't get there, flinging all kinds of highly dangerous energy towards them while simultaniously dodging around the streams of return fire as best she could and forcing herself to not scream when one or two hit her. Thankfully they didn't hit anything vital.
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Unfortunately, the Mercs were in the dead middle of everyone at this point, fleeing at haste, and chances were, this would get in someone's way.
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Not so much they got in her way, as much as she got in theirs. A stray energy blast blew a fairly decent hole in the ground right in front of the two fleeing mercs, showering them both with debris as well as placing a signicifant obstacle in their current path.
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"I'm pretty sure we need to upgun these [censored]." War yelled over the din, noting the fact that the Mercs were almost wasted by that rocket trooper.
"Finally, we're talking my style!"
Famine and War had, by this point, reached the concrete barrier and slid against it, shielding themselves from everything but high explosives. Famine didn't have his usual high-tech personal armory with him - After all, this was supposed to have been a robbery. That didn't mean he lacked anything that could turn this fight around, however.
He still had his bandolier.
"War!" He yelled to his comrade, who looked over from where he had been trying to draw his swords out of their awkward back scabbards without getting his hands shot off. "War! I'm going for a forced breach on that tank!! We gotta get out of here man, this heist was too big! Keep the skinheads distracted or something!!"
"Now we're getting somewhere." His comrade grinned, scraping some caked blood off of one of his blades.
War suddenly and unceremoniously scrambled out of his cover, exposing himself to the withering fire his enemies were pouring at him.
"Gonnadiegonnadiegonnadiegonnadie!" He chanted to himself in a twisted madness mantra as his bones literally began to fracture from the expended kinetic force from the mass drivers against his armor. This didn't stop him from closing distance with the Axis America troops in a record-breaking sprint, immediately bringing his swords together into one of the grunts who had been back-pedaling away from him and using what was left of the man as a slightly more effective shield, all the while getting closer and closer to the assembled army...
Meanwhile, Famine was in his own mad dash, sprinting frantically through incoming fire (And narrowly dodging an Axis America rocket by rolling under it, dropping about twenty grand as he did so.) As he rapidly closed the distance with the tank, he slammed a Magnetic Mine on the access hatch, tearing the thing apart. In an instant Famine was trying to scramble inside the tank. If he made it, he'd move the Pilot's corpse and try and figure out enough of the controls to get the hell out of there.
Rezyin saw his chance.
But then he heard something. Russian? There was no way. He pressed closer to the ground in the warehouse, trying to distinguish his native tongue again...