One of the Trolls let out a long, loud crying howl which seems to shake the ground itself...though not an aggressive cry, this one was a cry for help...a cry for reinforcements.
The troll that had been pummelled seemed to suddenly kick back into consciousness and lifted himself off the ground.
The Troll woman grunts as her flesh and muscle seem to ripple, rapid healing kicking in as the wounds from the infernal heat blasts seemed to heal over. She began picked up a nearby S.W.A.T. team van and hurled it towards the nearest hero.
a few more Trolls joined the fray now, one for each available hero, answering the cry it's brethren had given out.
A few stood in their tracks, cowering in fear, it seemed to be the only obvious weakness, animals as they were fear was a major driving instinct, still the female Troll bellowed at them and wrenched a stop sign from the ground with ease, swinging at any hero within reach as an encouragement to the rest of her kin.
One took a full smack to the face from the glowing red fists of automobilised, this sending the Troll reeling and crumpling on the floor in a heap and unlike his other compatriot, he didn't get back up.
These weren't Freakshow, they were still creature of flesh and bone, knocking them unconscious seemed to do the trick...well some of then. Blunt trauma seemed more effective than bullets.
Meanwhile, all over the city
Reports continued to feed in from places throughout the city, the only places unaffected were the usual suspects (Dark Astoria, the Hollows etc.) and oddly Peregrine Island. The heroes were begining to stem the tied in other parts, there was only so much Chronodyne to go around so the number of uber-trolls was small but still devastating.
((Imagine an SS/Regen brute some of which HAVE specced revive and some haven't...and you have your powerlist))
Badge Earned: Wing Clipper
A real showstopper!
Jake Anderson stepped out onto the street, paused to light up a Camel, then headed off in the direction of the station. The area was a bad one and his apartment was a rat-hole. It was all a long way off from the sort of luxury he'd used to enjoy. But that was when Iron Anderson had been the muscle-for-hire of choice for the discerning criminal genius. As an ex-con finally trying to go straight, this was the best he could do. For now. He hadn't had his radio on that morning, and so hadn't heard the news, but as he walked he began to pick up an odd feeling of tension to the day. What seemed to be sounds of battle were beginning to drift towards him, but that was nothing unusual in this city. But still, things seemed on edge...
He got some idea why as he turned the corner and saw three huge green figures stamping their way down the street, causing everyone in their path to hurridly flee. They were ugly as sin, and obviously looking to cause trouble. But the terms of his parole were clear, he wasn't to 'utilise his meta-abilities in any way without express direction from designated personnel'. After being in and out of the joint for the past 50 years, he wasn't going to risk his current freedom for low-rent punks like this.
Even as he was thinking this, a woman stepped out of a building directly into the path of the trio, one of whom barged her aside so roughly she was sent flying to the floor. Now that was just too much!
''Hey, didn't your Momma ever teach you to treat ladies right? Guess I'll just have to give you the spanking your Daddy should've!''
The three stopped and turned to watch the middle-aged man who sauntered towards them, flicking his cigarette into the curb. The one who had knocked down the woman stepped forward and launched a punch which sent Jake flying through the air to smash into a wall with the sound of cracking bricks.
'Guys got some power', Jake thought 'but that's all he got. He didn't just telegraph that punch, he semaphored it! Even if I haven't got all that crud they fill you with in the Zigg out of my system, I'm not going to need to be at my best to teach these punks a lesson'
As he began stripping off his suit jacket a terrible howl filled the air. Two of the giant figures turned and made off in that direction, but the one that had punched Jake remained, eyeing him belligerently. Jake figured he could administer a little 'justified self-defence' on this one as a warm up, then go after the others if he still needed the exercise.
"So, you think you got the stones to waltz with me, cupcake?"
However, it turned out that Smith was not a time-travelling Terminator
Andrew had 'heard' the message from Pious, however Unit on the other hand had already fully powered up the suits defense systems, and began to overcharge ((Short Circuit)) the suit to unleash a pulse of highly charged electrical energy a short way from them.
VGX-3 had already morphed it's robotic lower arms and hands into their blaster modes and primed up a target, the Uber-Troll lifting up the S.W.A.T. van. with the light blue glow ((Power bolt)) from the barrel of the blaster shooting out striaght at the Uber-troll, in a vain attempt to stop it.
"Unit, message from someone here.. mental message, their trying to get us heroes together behind the van, behind us." Andrew muttered as the overcharge caused sparks from gloves to start buzzing.
"Andrew, overcharge almost ready. Once it has been deployed we can go see." Unit's voice sounded in his ear, as the message was only for him and not for those around the suit.
"Thanks for answering the call heroes" said Pious. "Obviously we don't have much time so I'll just add to what I've already said. Studies on a captured uber-troll this morning and analysis from Mechano's drug suggests these green giants are roughly the same as advanced gangland trolls only they are vastly enhanced in strength and vitality to resist aging. Their skill sets are limited to melee but they cannot feel pain, they will heal instantly from any wound and can reintegrate from mental manipulation. So essentially, the only way to neutralize them without destroying them completely is to apply trauma to the brain or the heart, pressure points are another option if you're specifically trained to that level of knowledge but whatever you guys do, lets at least hit them in the head until they hit the floor." Pious had just finished the briefing when gangland trolls marched into the Kings Row area. Pious tried not to show his frustration. "Okay, lets discuss questions, ideas and suggestions out in the battlefield guys, right now we need to mobilise! Go, go, go! Lets get this situation under control, pronto! Lets concentrate on the four hulks, soon as they're down we can deal with the gang trolls. Strike the head!" Pious bellowed as he leapt out from behind the van and onto a nearby uber-troll. He latched himself onto its neck and began pummelling its head with the force of a falling boulder. Adrenaline rushed through him with ferocity, he aroused all his strength into a haymaker and unleashed a mighty blow like a moving train, straight down onto the hulk's head. His eyes went red with blood and his muscles went dead, slowly he began to fall. Hoping he hadn't killed the poor giant in short work, Pious quickly dismounted.
Placing him self to the rear of the clearly capable Light Beamer , Nullman rapidly took in the change and grimaced at the reformed income wall of green hurt .....
ok friend , time to break out the big guns , if you have them ... I'll do what I can ...
...taking his target as the closest , of the two green thugs bearing down on him and Light Beamer ,
Nullman let his mind pass on its fractal views and perceptions to the greeenie's grey cells ((Total domination )) ...and just to be safe he undid the cohesion around the lead Green-mean-thing ((snow storm)).... and whispered a high speed prayer to any passing friendly god ....
Auto stopped momentarilly to peer at a random PPD officer who had, by now, unloaded at least a dozen revolver rounds into one of the Trolls, who didn't seem to be paying much notice to it. He then recalled how he'd easilly knocked out one with his fists and put two and two together.
The few seconds of inactivity it took to examine the data and draw a conclusion from it meant that he was open for attack. One of the Trolls immediately took advantage of this, lurching towards the mechanised hero with his meaty fists flailing. The damage inflicted would have been catastrophic if not for the excellent timing of his nano-reconstruction mechanisms kicking in, repairing the dents and ruptures in his chassis over the course of a few seconds while the Troll continued to pound him to no avail. Automobilised simply looked at him before wagging a clunky metal finger chastisingly.
"That is not a very nice course of action, sir. Please cease and desist."
The Troll barked like a disabled seal in response and prepared to strike again. Swiftly, Auto landed a brutal dig to the abdomen to wind his foe, a jab square between the eyes followed by an uppercut to the chin which probably dislodged the green lump's jaw sent him reeling. Auto watched the floored Troll cautiously, anticipating its possible resurgence. He wandered over and gave the Troll a solid boot to the side of the head for good measure.
"No way. As if I'm gonna let ya do that. Keep dreamin' kid." Lt. Tech was suited up, as always, and leaning against the wall. He looked bored.
Fiona Myers on the other hand, was pacing up and down the the corridor, obviously annoyed, and shouted back at Tech.
"But how can I prove that I'm worthy of a Hero License if you won't let me go and help! I need to show them I can handle it!"
Tech smirked "Can you? You've stopped some punks. That's it. How do you honestly expect to be able to help with the situation out there? Hell, I don't wanna go out there! No point getting killed 'cause some loony is spreading super-drugs. Pfft. Let the heroes handle it."
Fiona shook with frustration "But I'm a hero! You don't have to come! I'll go myself!"
Tech laughed and shook his head. "I don't think so missy. Go find some more punks."
Fiona snarled and turned away. Then she suddenly turned back, both her hands shooting out and concentrating hard on Tech, standing there so calm and confident of his suit. 'That's fine.' she thought 'I don't want to hurt him...'
The floor exploded upwards as rock burst out from underneath Tech, surrounding him, pinning his arms and legs together, rendering him completely unable to move anything but his head.
Fiona barely heard the threats, curses and insults that followed her as she ran out of the room, closing the door behind her and flying off to look for other heroes she could help. She had no idea how she'd be able to help but... it was worth a try. She just hoped this paid off, or she may well go to jail after all...
"Go for the head, got it." Molly responded as she activated her stealth suit once more and leaned around the side of the van, aiming her rifle directly at another Uber-Troll's head. A window opened directly in front of her immediate field of view displaying exactly what could have easily been seen through the scope while at the same time her targeting drone immediately teleported above her head, both allowing her to aim at the Troll's head with minimum difficulty.
The crosshair finally rested in an small area, keeping it on a part of the Troll's head.
Gotcha, Molly thought to herself as she pulled the trigger. The bullet slammed into his head, taking him by surprise long enough for Molly to fire a few bursts at the same area. Granted, not all of them were going to hit, but at least some of them had, alerting the Troll to her position.
Uh-oh, Molly thought to herself as the Uber-Troll approached. Without a second thought she fired off her boots to get somewhere the troll couldn't: mid-air.
"Hey, ugly!" She yelled at the Troll, who immediately tried to find the source of that insult. "Happy Fun Ball!" The rifle let out a quiet whine before launching a single grenade directly at the dyne-addled monster's face.
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
Max: "Me too."
Stuff
Battle-Master hovered slightly forwards as the overcharge built up to full power, suddenly it unleashed sending out the pulse way of electrical energy from suit outwards. The pulse hit two of the Uber-trolls who were near to the suit, sending them reeling in pain, afterall a massive electrical discharge had hit them, more than enough to wipe out a sub station if there was one that close to the suit.
VGX-3 shoots hit their mark and crippled the Uber-troll for a moment as it's healing powers kicked in and restored its arms back to as they were, as this happen the Uber-troll roared and marched towards VGX-3 clearly not happy at the fact it had blasted it.
Two of the eight were now down for the count.
Now the female troll, who seemed to be incharge did something that most trolls wouldn't think of doing...
"RETREAT, LEAVE DA CAPES, IT AINT WURF IT!"
She picked up a nearby car and hurled it at the collection of heroes, then tossed the street-sign she was holding at any nearby hero, pointy end first. She then began turning around and breaking into a run and heading for the nearest alleyway...this one obviously wasn't stupid, however unlike the female Troll...the others remained, leaving five to deal with the seemingly every increasing amount of heroes.
The grenade went off directly in the Uber-trolls face, sending him reeling and slumping on the floor, there was a groan as his hand moved for a moment before collapsing back onto the ground, four to go...
One of the remaining four slowly shook off the mental domination over him and saw a nearby cowering Skull gang member, grapping the skull gang member by his feet and attempting to use the poor criminal as a human club, whirling him around his head aiming at Pious who had just knocked out his 'friend'.
The others continued advancing on their targets.
Badge Earned: Wing Clipper
A real showstopper!
Fiona flew down on the carnage below and watched the female uber-troll start to run. She quickly summoned a huge gust of wind and blew the car away from the heroes, into a wall. Flying after the escaping troll, she concentrated hard on it, making theground rise up around it.
At first the troll broke through the rock rising up, but Fiona kept trying, forcing the ground to rise and hold the troll still. Finally, it tripped on the rock as it burst from the ground, and as she struggled to get up, the rock engulfed her, leaving just her head above the surface.
Fiona decided to put a few more layers of rock over it, just in case, but there was no need. It couldn't move anymore.
Auto gave a brief annoyed groan as he pulled the street sign from his torso, watching as it the hole it made closed up fairly quickly. He ran a brief self-diagnostic; Nothing important damaged. Good. He dropped it to the floor, noted that the hostile who threw it was being dealt with and determined his next target.
His balance sensors suddenly went berserk. He could sense pressure being applied at two seperate, aligned points on his back. His optical sensors were now facing skywards. It took him a milisecond's calculation and a few moments of gormlessness for common sense to kick in, as he realised he'd been picked up. A sighing noise escaped the vent that acted as his mouth as he flailed his limbs briefly before being launched into a nearby wall...
He detected the wall breaking apart as he hit it. It took him a few moments to get back up again, and the moment he did, the Troll that threw him floored him again with a right hook like a bulldozer...
Not good, he 'thought'.
Pious watched carefully as one of the remaining trolls threw a gang youth at him. The man was flung so hard he came flying, arms flailing directly into Pious' open palms. He calmly collected the gangbanger by the throat and knocked him out with a blow to the head. The troll took advantage of the momentary distraction and launched a well-aimed jab square into Pious' face. The fist struck bone and flesh, but to no effect. The troll stomped the ground angrily, giving momentum to Pious as he leapt skywards and brought down a heavenly blow to the troll's skull. He stumbled back a little but recovered himself, he raised his muscled arm behind his back, powering all his strength into a knockout blow. Pious saw it coming and readied himself for a counterstrike, he too pulled back an arm and gathered all his energy into a total focus. The two brought down their might and collided with one another. Pious had absorbed the incoming uppercut and landed his own under the troll's jawline. Both man and troll recoiled under the strain and fell to the ground, unconscious.
The female Troll...now trapped in layers of rock made the one choice she had, using all her strength she kicked downwards, breaking enough room for her to drop down into the sewers that ran below Paragon City, a large section of which was under Kings Row and away into the dark...
((she's meant to escape, sorry, plotting and such))
The blow to the troll from Automobilised connected so hard the poor troll smashed into a wall, falling on the ground unconscious, six down, two to go. The other Uber-trolls decided that perhaps retreat was such a good idea. One of them told the others to go as they made for a quick escape, his muscles seem to ripple intensly, his eyes turning a pure black as he looked at the surrounding heroes, letting out a gutteral growl as he charged anyone who was close to him.
His skin turned as hard as rock, putting all his rage, his fear and his hatred into himself, condensing it down so it boiled inside of him.
(Rage, Instant Healing and Moment of Glory activated 
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Badge Earned: Wing Clipper
A real showstopper!
Reload!
The silent command signalled to the cloaked Molly's rifle to teleport fresh ammo from her apartment, something Molly was certain was working just the way it should when she felt it get a little bit heavier. A quick scan of the chaos picked up the fleeing Uber-Trolls, before picking up the... monster that was forming ahead. Molly couldn't help but curse in Afrikaans.
"That is -so- not good at all." she muttered to herself as she raised her rifle once more. Taking aim for the Uber-Uber-Troll's face, Molly prepared to unleash a hail of lead and explosives onto the monster ahead.
Meanwhile...
SEARCH COMPLETE
The message blinked up with a friendly smiley in front of Erica, who rolled her eyes at such a thing.
Okay... display result 1
The first the Dataspace brought up in front of the robot butler wasn't exactly what she had in mind. In fact, its contents were highly questionable. Erica let out a sigh. As artificial as it was, it sounded as human as it could possibly get.
Somehow I don't think Miss is looking for that. Next result.
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
Max: "Me too."
Stuff
Fiona cursed to herself as she saw the female troll smash her way into the sewers below, but as she saw Pious fall to the ground, she knew she had bigger fish to fry.
The wind keeping her in the air swirled and slowed, gently dropping her to the ground, but the stalagmite that shot up from the earth at the uber-troll was not so gentle.
It hit him at an angle, straight in the back. However, the troll just stumbled, snapped the stone like a rotten twig and threw it back at Fiona.
She ducked and it went dangerously close to her head, impaling itself in the wall behind her rather than herself. Turning back, she uncertainly called out to the other heroes
"Uhh, I think this one is a little tougher than the others..."
The newly arrived hero known as Lady Terrorbane arrived on top of a nearby building, it had taken her a while as she still hadn't worked out these strange machine's that ran on rails, so she had opted too fly instead. She looked at the scene below her gold medivil looking armour glittering in the sunlight, she could see a few huge super trolls lieing around the area and one massive, mega troll for lack of a better description was still standing, she had never seen a troll like that before. She couched down on the edge of the building's roof and took her armoued gloves off muttering to herself, "I think some long range shots to the back of that mosters knees".
She could see one hero was firing bullets at the creatures head and someone else was throwing rocks at its back, she fired dark energy blasts at the back of the trolls legs repeatedly. She might have been late for the party but she was going to help bring this thing down.
The end is just a new beginning, Goodbye all my coh friends and even the enemies, its been a blast I will miss you all. Thank you Paragon team, you gave me a home from home I will always appriciate it.
((Considering the sort of grief Brit gave Mechano the first time he tried inflicting C-Dyne on Paragon I thought I should atleast write a little something to give some small explanation why Brit wasn't getting involved this time... For the moment!))
{Britanic's Penthouse, Sentinel Tower, Founders Falls}
"Hello Eric. It's been too long."
Eric Mitchell, aka the battling Britanic spun around in his leather recliner to find himself facing the blue and white armoured uniform of the cybernetic PPD officer COP.
"Bloody hell. Nick! What are you doing here?"
COP took a few closer, pausing briefly to look at a family photograph displayed on a side table.
"I heard you'd managed to cheat death and was back in town. I thought I'd drop in and say hello. Young Cass let me in."
"****ocks! You're not that sentimental. Why are you really here? Britanic responded light-heartedly.
OK, il come to the point. Have you heard about Dr. Mechanos new C-Dyne operation?
Its damn bloody hard not to. Its all over the news.
Thats good. Saves me having to fill you in on the details. The thing is the PPD could really do with your help on this one. After all you really did a number on Mechanos operation last time, and you know how he used to get about you. Your presence on this operation might cause him to do something stupid, make some sort of mistake.
Britanic frowned, and then lifted himself out of his seat, before walking over to look out of the huge penthouse windows.
Hes already doing something stupid Nick. Im not being funny, but I just spent several months trapped in the Netherworld. I.. Im not ready. I really just want to spend some time with my family
COPs masked face did nothing to give away what he was thinking, but Britanic knew COP was disappointed he wasnt just going to throw himself into the fray, as well as curious about his other dimensional ordeal.
Surely some of the measures we took last time will work again. You got to have contacts who can tip off the Trolls. Get them to do the bulk of the dirty work.
Im afraid not. Mechano has learnt from last time. Hes doing all he can to avoid muscling in on their territory, and drawing their attention.
Britanic rubbed the back of his neck, thinking for a moment.
Fine. If Mechano has covered his bases go for the soft option.
Soft option? COP replied, obviously confused.
Start throwing everything you got at the Trolls. Maybe even tip off the Outcasts too. When regular Dyne supplies start drying up the Trolls customers will head straight to Mechano. There is no way the Trolls will stand for that. Let them all fight it out, and just mop up afterwards.
This time COPs eyes widened enough that Britanic could tell he was shocked.
Youre kidding me? You want us to deliberately start a gang war? Dragging the Trolls into this didnt sit well with a lot of my superiors last time, and that was a lot smaller scale. Now you think the Outcasts should be thrown into the mix as well?
Theyre all as bad as one another. Look its just an idea. Use it or not, I dont care.
Youre right Eric. Youre not ready yet. You should spend some more time with your family. Im sorry Il leave you be.
Britanic continued to stare into the window just managing to catch a glimpse of a couple of darkened veins under his skin in his reflection. Deciding that the suspicious COP needed no further fuel for his curiosity, Britanic concentrated for a moment allowing some of the dark energy seep away, and with it the went the darkened veins.
As COP was about to exit the room he stopped and turned to Britanic.
Eric
Um should you later decide you are going after Mechano after all, do me a favour and let me know first.
Worried you might of opened a can of worms? Britanic answered sarcastically.
No of course not
COP, left the penthouse, and Britanic continued to think.
Youre a terrible liar Nick. Still you neednt worry I have potentially bigger things to worry about than that nut Mechano. I best start thinking about what Im going to do about my own can of worms
((Yes this does hint towards an upcoming plot!))
The last remaining uber-Troll stood his ground, though his skin seemed to soften, signifying he could no longer keep himself invulnerable but he was still a rage filled machine of destruction.
Ripping a large hunk of concrete out of the ground at anyone close enough to hit with it.
Meanwhile, around the city!
The tide had been halted, the limited supplies of the new improved Chronodyne had all been used up, these new trolls either retreated or were now unconscious and in police custody.
In the Rogue Isles
Edward leaned back, "that shall seperate the believer from the non-believers, thoughs who escaped I shall put messages through the criminal underground to come to the Isles so we can start their worship and training...the rest, well no doubt an antitdote for my drug will be found..."
He smiled, "still I have achieved my main goal, making Paragon City stronger through conflict, since that is the only way that Gods children will win this war with the Rikti...still...there is much to do, more plans to unleash."
Badge Earned: Wing Clipper
A real showstopper!
The Chief slammed his back against the van, turning to Wolf who was sighting on the last, rage mad troll.
"The HELL is that thing?!"
"Beats me, Chief," Wolf replied, with all his trademark calmness. "Sure as hell isn't pretty, and I think it just got mad..."
"Urgh....great..."
The Chief peered around, taking in all the other heroes that were trying to take the thing down. He paused, replaying all that had happened up to this point. So far, it looked like only one option was available, one thing that, hopefully, would work.
"All of you, fall back!" he roared, vaulting over the vans bonnet. "Hold your fire and wait, that thing won't last forever! And you," he added, jerking a metallic digit at the larger heroes in the group, "Come with me..."
With that, the Chief turned, the shine from his metallic body becoming a pure white glow of barely contained power, his fists humming like crazed hornets.
"ENTOR THA'LOS!"
And the shining warrior hurled himself at the Troll...
((Go Unstoppable and build up 
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((EDITED: Didnt notice Pious got floored :P woops ))
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Towards the centre of the city, Fi aka Lady Stormcrow had made her own efforts to stem the green tide that swept across the city. Given the prowess of the trolls at close-range combat and their apparent invulnerability she'd devised a plan to deal with the threat by passive means.
At her suggestion, a hero named Shatterstone had used his earth-manipulation talents to collapse a large area of road exposing the sewers down below, with the help of others they'd then systematically sealed off all the sewer exits in the vicinity through futher cave-ins and other means. This created a warren of blocked sewer tunnels with one entrance, a sizeable drop from road level.
Fi had then created a thick fog around the area, complete with illusory police officers which confused and lured the trolls into the hole. Fi had remarked that they had created their own mini 'hollowing'.
Other heroes had turned up to help herd the trolls toward the hole, those with forcefield-related powers had proved invaluable in reinforcing the blockages in the sewers. Even several tonnes of rubble was barely enough to stop an enraged Chrono-troll.
Police chief Max Chalmers pulled up in his squad car and jogged over to where Fi was overseeing the action. He was obviously used to working with metahumans, because if he had any misgivings about the demonic heroine's appearance, he didn't show it.
"Just what the hell are you all brewing up here? I heard the crash five blocks away"
Fi turned to him, her eyes glowing "We've managed to devise a way to contain the trolls by collapsing an area of road and driving them into it...um.. perhaps we can find an antidote and can deal with them without the added complication of the drug effects. Alternatively we can seal off the hole and pump in sleeping gas, if we can find the resources that is"
Max grinned "They're probably havin' a merry time fighting the Vahlzohk that you undoubtedly trapped in there"
"Our job does seem to be mainly arbitrative once they're down there in making sure they don't kill each other. Some of the heroes that are luring them in seem to be enjoying themselves too." indeed, one of the heroes had compared it to shark fishing....for big, green, stupid sharks. "the majority of trolls seem to be contained, or in full retreat. I was going to leave the situation with you and the remainder of the heroes on the scene here"
Max raised an admonitary finger. "as long as you put the damn city back together when you're done"
Fi smiled sweetly at him as she took off in search of more trolls "I promise"
((remember Alpha, Pious is unconscious ))
The enraged Troll saw the person heading towards it, body was taking a pummelling from various other heroes, the healing factor just about covering it, in anticipation his muscle mass seemed to bulk up even more (Dull Pain) and he lunged at the glowing figure who approached him.
He traded several blows with little to no visible effect, he growled and roared in the beings face.
Badge Earned: Wing Clipper
A real showstopper!
Jake was starting to get annoyed. His initial assessment of his opponent had been right, the bozo fought like an accountant. After that first blow, which Jake had let hit full on so he could gauge his foes strength, the uber-Troll had been completely out-classed. Sure, the few blows it managed to land were powerful, Jake was going to be sore the next day, but if the fight was being judged on points Jake would walk it.
What he hadn't figured on was his opponent being a regenerator. Jake hated fighting regenerators. Under the circumstances he couldn't do any serious damage to the guy; the police tended to look funny at pleas of self-defence when you pulled the other guys arms off. So it had become a war of attrition, the fight weaving through the streets until they were far from where they had started. Jake thought he had put the guy down once, but he had managed to bounce straight back and start swinging again.
So now Jake was annoyed. He'd wasted far more of his morning on this bozo than he'd planned. His tie was pulled so loose it was almost undone. The left sleeve of his shirt was ripped almost completely off at the seam. And worse, he'd left his hat and jacket back where the fight had started, and somebody had probably stolen them by now.
This last thought was enough to wipe any last vestige of fun Jake had been having from the fight. A solid punch sent his opponent flying from the side-street they were currently in out into the main road. Jake quickly followed and hammered a one-two combo to the jaw as it slowly stood back up. Then a left that spread it's nose across it's face with a sickening sound of smashing cartilage. An upper-cut had the uber-Troll reeling and Jake half-skipped to the side before putting everything into a right that hit squarely behind it's left ear. The uber-Troll went down like he had been pole-axed.
"And this time stay down, if you know what's good for you."
With his opponent, hopefully, finally down for the count Jake took the time to calmly look about. He took in the wrecked police vehicles, the several unconcious uber-Trolls, a number of obvious hero-types. And one uber-Troll still standing, looking even more POed than the one he had fought, getting into it heavily with some kind of robot guy.
"I don't know what's going on, but you guys throw a helluva party!"
However, it turned out that Smith was not a time-travelling Terminator
In the Rogue Isles
A tall feminine figure stood firm on a secluded rooftop in Darwin's Landing. She had ordered her people to contact people who could know some people who currently answered to Doctor Mechano and cordially invite him to a top-secret rendevous, villain to villain. The lady was drenched in a long midnight blue dress that hugged her slender figure. Her face was pale, highlighted with blood red lipstick and a dark ribbon hung beautifully through her long black hair. She waited patiently, wondering if Mechano would dare to stand her up.
Automobilised lumbered up behind an overturned car and awkwardly squatted down behind it, his head just about poking out, using it as cover as he surveyed the hostiles. He caught a glimpse of one of these 'Uber-Trolls' and immediately, inside his head, annotated images of the various 'normal' Trolls and Supa-Trolls came into being, along with the ones in front of him. He compared the different Troll variants and tried to calculate a plan of action, determining the best place to strike these new Trolls and--
And then it hit him. Trolls - especially these Trolls - had no obvious weak points.
With a synthesised sighing noise, he stood up from behind the car, targetted one of many Uber-Trolls and made his way towards it, the generators on his fists flaring bright red...