Looking up she spots a drop ship over head, pulling the string back she conjures some fire arrows, ten, she let's go. *THUNK!* one goes straight through into the cockpit then it exploads as two arrows hit the bombs it just dropped, "Score." She throws another fire javelin at the nearest rikti spearing it to the wall...
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A lone figure surrounded by dazzling lights walked out from an alleyway, looking around the chaos. He held out his hands, a talisman attached to his belt sparking with mystical energies as ripples of magic filled the area. The effects could not be seen at first, but it didn't take long as nearby Rikti started to slow down, then they stopped completely as Rikti several blocks away started to slow down, and then the nearby ships.
Underthrow kept his concentration, hoping the Heroes and civilians would take the oppertunity to do what has to be done.
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All he heard was a loud crack, then a large thud.
The rikti pilot looked down to see the lamp post impaled through his midriff. As he slumped forward the ship nosedived at the ground, picking up speed, now coming way below the rooftops of the vast city district.
On the cracked pavement, the prone figure of Lady Stormcrow lay where she had landed, surrounded by fragments of concrete. After a moment, a soft green glow encompassed her body, as magical runes ran across her skin. The ruined mess that was her chest began to reconstruct, bone and muscle reconstituting themselves. She shuddered, starting to breathe again. Her eyes opened and glowed with their usual intensity.
She sat up tentatively. Looking down she noticed the renewed state of her upper body and, with a blush, the lack of cover. Holding an arm over herself for modesty's sake, it took but a moment to teleport a new set of combat gear in, and enshroud herself in mist while she remedied the ruined state of her clothing.
A moment later, she stepped forward. Regarding the battle in the sky she surmised that is was beyond her small telekinetic abilities to stop the dropship's fall, she'd have to trust in the Heroine that had launched herself at it.
They needed all the help they could get, even with the slowing of Rikti, she'd never get all the people clear in time. With a haunted look at the civilians around the area, she flew as fast as she could to Infinitron's still form and began to assess his condition.
"Oh crud." spots the falling ship, focusing her internal energies around the nose creating a net of fire trying to stop it, bending all her will, "This ain't gonna work....I need some help here!" she increases the size of it, trying to scoop it upwards....
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Underthrow took a deep breath, a trickle of blood falling from his nose as he turns his attention to trying to stop the ship, he shook, Rikti nearby started to break free from their state of being held in place. The ship slowed down and, eventually, stops in mid-air.
Still concentrating, Underthrow remains oblivious on the advance of a Rikti Chief Soldier.
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The rikti chief approached the red and black attired wizard, distracted by his concentration; the Chief drew out his war sword and thrust at the back of this magic user.
(( Bah. ))
Underthrow turned on the spot, a scepter appearing in his hands, blocking the attack. With a single thrust, he turned the Soldier into stone, then with a simple jab it fell into sand.
Trying to regain concentration, he became under attack from other Rikti, so he took up arms and fought back with golden flurries from his scepter and elaborate magics to subdue or kill the alien attackers.
Meanwhile, the ship started to fall again.
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((Right, last attempt to make coherence out of the mess that Beet and I seemed to have caused 
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Concluding that Infinitron appeared to be stable, for now. Lady Stomcrow looked up to see the ship beginning it's fall again. Unsing the senses her heritage granted her, she followed the source of the magical energy from a moment ago to a man frantically battling the rikti with a golden scepter. Teleporting to Underthrow's side, she summoned a polarised electrical field that threw bolts of electricity at the invaders. Adding her own attacks to these, she frantically fought to give the magic practitioner some breathing space.
Patsy grappled onto the rapidly-sinking dropship, and immediately slammed her fist into the hull, punching a small hole into it after a few attempts.
Well, at least it stopped the bugger shooting at me, the panicked immortal thought to herself as she then placed her hands on either side of the breach and began to force it to just the right width for a healthy 19-year-old to slip into. Ignoring Patsy's real age of course.
Patsy frantically looked about once inside the ship, hoping to find means to tear the damn thing apart before it hit home.
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Spinning around she unleashes flame arrows and they soar past Stormcrow and Underthrow, peppering the rikti lines, "Don't....you...ugly.....buggers....ever.....give. ....up" aiming up she unleashes a rain of arrows at the group behind her, spinning around she pulls her sword out and shoves it through the Mesmerists gut. Pulling it back she elogates the blade and handle, using both hands she slices her way through the ranks to the demon and underthrow...
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Momentarily halted, the ship continued its inevitable descent. The now respectable number of heroes could do nothing to stop it, and had no time to escape. Some grabbed civilians and sheltered them under their own bodies; some thought of escape, but knew the blast would claim them, and so bunkered down.
This was it, thought Tracy, if i survive this, i'm going to make the big time.
Infinitron, unable to move his legs from the impact, could merely watch. He had no idea whether the suit would hold up to this.
Time seemed to slow as the ship got within 50 feet of the ground, people could feel the heat of the burning ship as it drew closer.
But then, a bright point of light formed 20 feet infront of the ship. With a loud sucking noise, it formed into a portal, not 3 feet across.
Puzzled expressions formed onthe faces if the onlooking crowd, even the retreating Rikti looked.
There was nothing for a second or so, which seemed like 5 minutes, and then an almighty sonic boom. A blue and white blur shot out of the portal, straight into the path of the ship; and it didn't stop. The figure slammed into the front of the ship with the force of a freight train. The shockwave shattered windows all around and knocked people off their feet.
The ship came to an abrupt halt, and then, unbelievably, began to travel in the reverse direction. Accelerating upwards, the figure could be seen straining with the force of it.
As the ship was raised into the air, it cleared the roofs of the tallest skyscrapers; and then like the fourth of July, exploded spectactularly, as its entire payload went off.
The majority of the ship was vapourised, but shrapnel still began falling on the city; but it was better than the alternative.
Then the gold caped figure was seen, falling swiftly from the wreckage; plummetiing towards the ground.
Tracy tracked the body from the explosion, down to the earth shattering impact with the ground; harder than the bomb that had knocked her off her feet.
Heroes, whilst deflecting the falling shrapnel rushed to the body.
Stood shocked but still filming, Tracy broke a smile;
"I'm going to get a Pulitzer". She ran towards the body, all thoughts of the raining shrapnel out of her head - she had to get a shot of the hero who had saved them all.
As she drew near she was held back by one of the heroes.
"Who is he? Is it states?"
"We don't know ma'am, we don't know. One of the guys says he recognises him, but can't place the name. Please find cover - you can't report the story if you're dead" forcefully said the Purple Clad hero.
((someone needs to think they recognise him (even better if multiple people do) and get him to a hospital, STAT))
Underthrow could feel the ship about to crash, he nodded to the demon with thanks. He created a disc under his feet and rode it towards the ship, "Maybe there's still time..." then he saw the ship stop and rise through the air, he caught glimpse of someone flying it high. Grasping his amulet he spoke an enchantment of luck for the hero.
When it exploded, he spoke the incantation to strengthen the luck then sped towards his landing site. Getting closer, he held out a hand towards the hero, his amulet starting to spark again. A blanket of magic surrounded the hero, "He needs medical attention."
(( Edited out teleport ))
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Sam leaps over the lower buildings landing next to the fallen hero, she looks him over and sighs, "Not you..." leans down to check if he's alive, she smiles faintly, "Right we need him at a hospital...." looks about at the heroes milling around "NOW!" something in her voice makes them all wake up, all agreeing that he needs medicle attention, "Look I can't lift him someone else'll have to."
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"Who is he? Looks familiar, can't place it though?" asked the doctor at the side of the fallen hero, "The injuries look bad, we need his identity and next of kin. It doesn't look good" he said, looking up at the wizard infront of him.
((someone with psychic protection may notice he bares a striking resemblance to Joseph Infinus (Infinitron), who was last seen at the potential crash site. I.e. others may be there having brought people hurt from the raid - not just Underthrow))
Still shielding her eyes from the explosion, Fi watched the events unfold. Turning to the bow wielding hero she raised an eyebrow.
"You don't..um.. see that everyday. That purple fellow turned out to be quite the 'deus ex machina'. He must be in a bad way, fell further than I did"
With a cursory glance to the crater in which she saw him land, she continued "There was something about him that seemed familiar, I can't put my metaphorical finger on it"
With a sigh she turned towards the smoking buildings and injured civilians. At a small gesture of her hand rain began to fall, joining the shrapnel that fell from the sky and beginning to put out the fires caused by the bombs. There were a lot of injured that required her help.
((Buggering hell, you lot are quick... Meh, this is just what happened to Patsy as the ship popped, she's likely to land somewhere stupid and come to in a bit. >.>
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Hang on a sec... Patsy thought to herself. Something felt a bit strange, like the ship had stopped its descent. In fact, one quick peek out of the whole warned her that the ship was doing the exact opposite of falling!
What... the... The shocked immortal didn't quite get to finish her thoughts as she suddenly found her face slammed against the hull by the sudden explosion of the ship's payload, eventually being pushed through it and out into a freefall towards the ground, her unconcious self still pushing against the piece of hull that she had been pressed against by its force. Perhaps it was a good thing that she wasn't awake to feel the landing, so long as it was onto something solid...
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((realised this would help, just finished it: The caped saviour ))
Underthrow held out both hands towards the hero in blue and gold, his magical energies surrounding him in an attempt to keep him stable, "I can get him to a hospital if things are alright here."
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"Is he ok?" shouted Tracy, trying to get their attention again.
"Get him to a hospital, and take that doctor with you incase" said the purple clad hero, The Walking Shadow, quite authoritively.
Underthrow nodded to the purple hero, looking at the Doctor, "Hold yer breath." He aimed one hand at the doctor, keeping the other on the hero, then with a moment of concentration they were gone in a flash of light and a fizzle.
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They reappeared in the waiting room of the Atlas Park hospital.
The doctor, Richard Price, although very shaken and disorientated from the unexpected and previously unexperienced teleportation; manage to pull himself together enough to call out for a nurse, grab a nearby trolley bed, and help the wizard put the body onto it.
Another doctor and a couple of nurses ran up to the trio.
"What happened?" the doctor asked.
"The guy hit a rikti ship like a missile, and was thrown down 800 feet from the explosion. It's a wonder anything is left of him. I don't know why he doesn't have an emergency teleporter; but it looks like he has severe internal ruptures and i think his lungs have collapsed. Get him into the OR now. I will get a city official down here to identify him; i recognise him but can't place the name." Richard rattled out. Turning to Underthrow "thankyou for all your help. There is no more you can do here, could you possiby return to Steel Canyon and see if anyone else needs help? I'm going over to City Hall".
The other medical staff rushed the fallen hero into the depths of the hospital, to try and keep him alive.
((double posted))
((and edited to include this))
Meanwhile, back in Steel Canyon, the last few remaining Rikti were being cleared up, and the war walls had been restored.
Tracy finally turned off the camera; she needed to find out where the hero had been teleported, it had all happened so fast. She needed to check on Steve aswell.
But first... to a phone, and to the news studio.
Underthrow clapped him hands, disappearing again, appearing high in the air on a disk made from magics. He flew down to street level, looking through wreckages for any trapped citizens, teleporting injured to the hospital and disposing of any Rikti still in sight.
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The one blast that had stuck Patsy as she vaulted from rooftop to rooftop took her by surprise, sending her hurtling back down to her destination head first. Dust erupted from the rooftop as the immortal girl slammed into it, stopping a few floors down.
Patsy groaned as she stuggled to pull herself back up once more. She neither knew nor cared where the lamp post had landed, nor did she really care any more. She had to act fast and...
CRUNCH!
"What the hell?" Patsy looked up at the hole she'd made, picking up the strange sound from that general direction, or at least that's where she thought it came from. A new whole beneath her feet formed as she launched herself back up to the roof, catching sight of the source of the sound: The lamp post landed in the right place.
Patsy didn't hesitate to pick it back up from its mini-crater as soon as she landed. The immortal faced the incoming ship, pointing a finger at the unseen pilot.
"Alright, hun, Round 2..." Patsy bellowed before finally hurling the post like a javelin at what she figured may or may not have been the cockpit, leaping at the ship in pursuit.
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