[center]----------- [H2]CASINO:[/H2] --------------[/center] Metoara was off like a bullet, vaulting over tables and kicking over one armed bandits as she lept into a drop kick. Due her super strength, her first target was sent crashing trough a group of patrons who screamed and flailed. The man coughed, holding his ribs as he tried to get back up, only to feel the scrawny looking brawler slide in behind her, wrapping her arms around his abdomen.  ”Meteor” She spoke in his ear. And Charlie Johnson, a rent-a-thug, realized that today was a terrible day to be alive. ”SUPLEX!” Metoara lifted him off the ground with ease, lifting him well over her head before arching back and slamming him trough roulette table. If asked why she felt the need to scream out the name of the attack, Meteora would likely tell you that she was her own commentary team untill she could hire a proffesional one. Of course, while his shoulder was dislocated, his ribs broken, Charlie was not getting of so easily. Meteora stood over him and grabbed him by the collar. Hoisting the protesting gun for hire. pulling him over her head and putting his legs over her shoulders, she power bombed him so hard into the floor he could feel his spine snap in several places. At that moment, one of the thugs not busy being murdered by a cadre of broke-as-hell villains, lashed at Meteoress with a stunrod. And thus it was that poor Charlie Johnson, 24 years of age, was used as a human shield. As he spasmed and his heart finally gave out, Meteoress released his body and did the most classic cheat move in all of wrestling. She slid down onto one knee and as smashed her arm up flat with all her strength. So hard in fact that the thugs feet lifted of the ground. He fell to the ground a gurgling mess next to Charlie. Meanwhile, the good doctor and the lovely, beastial gorgons proximity to the door kept the patrons from stampeding out the exit by the sheer presence of the two too close to the door. So instead they swarmed the towards the back exit, trambling over each other and tearing and elbowing to get away. The thugs lay around, clearly having regretted their choices in life before dying horribly. However, there is a ruckus as the door to the VIP areas fling open and a hail of bullet forces the villains to take cover. [b]Situation;[/b] More MOOKS! They have a defensible position however. Find a way to deal with them! Collabs are encouraged. [center]----------------------- [H2]The Lair.[/H2] -----------------------[/center] As the group move inside, fox draws his blade. He moves up next to Eppy, eyes sweeping the strange mucus covered walls as they slip further into the base. There is a vague dripping sound from further inside. Fox could feel the opressing atmosphere getting to him. He wasn't cut out for this, yet he pushed on. He stepped in a puddle of something and nearly jumped and slipped on something else. Then he realized. It was blood. He looked up to see a door ahead, and motioned for the others to follow. He crept up to it, searching for a way to open it. The corridor terminated in a door up ahead as well. Just as Fox Blade found the controls, he realized something was staring at him. From above. He looked up, just a drop of blood hit his plastic mask. ”Oh dear” He muttered. And then there was a roar as something metal and flesh swung down from the ceiling and sent him trough the door. He rolled and bounced clumsily into the wall, feeling as if he cracked at least a ribcage. Whatever hit him retreated back into the darkness, and surged away trough the vents. Fox blade got painfully up on his feet as the creature suddenly flew out trough the floor panels underneath Eppy. Lovecrafian to Lovecraftian nightmare staring eye to eye. The thing was like a wall of flesh that moves almost like a liquid. Puss and blood dripped from countless sores in it and it possed hundred of different, non-human eyes. This was all Fox-Blade needed. He moved suddenly so fast he could not be the seen by the naked air, utilizing his Tengu Step technique. He sliced the thing down the middle. Only for the two halves to shudder and reform as two smaller versions of it. ”Oh dear...” And then the creatures slogged him away once more. Situation: The thing is fast and moves trough the lairs very extensive ventilations system. Coming face to face with Eppy seems to have given it pause. Giving you a little time to inflict some damage. Appears slicing it isn't the smartest. But you have energy weapons. Looking at to long induces fear, but maybe you can get some help from your fellow mind abuser to give you some courage. Granted, that is letting her into your brain. Your call! [center]---------------- [h2]Back at the Warehouse: Cyrax and Emerald Sorcerer[/h2] ---------------[/center] Blueberry looked at her list. There was two names missing. Looking up she saw them both arrive. She smiled sardonicly and tilted her head. ”You two are late!” She said in a huff. But just as she did, there was the sound of screeching cartires from a police cruiser speeding down the road towards the Casino. ”Ohhh. Things are heating up!” She exlaimed, exhileration evident in her voice. ”Maybe this lot isn't to bad!” She hopped of her crate and walked up to meet the cute cyborg and handsome mage with the snake. But before she could reach them, there was a loud explosion of sulfur and Broker appeared behind her. ”DADDY!” She exclaimed with happy squeek but a look from The Broker calmed her down in a instant. She looked up at the two men in turn and spoke. ”You were not supposed to be here? Late arrivals?” He scoffed. ”Really. Was 'Meet here, 10 o'clock' that hard to grasp. Never mind, don't answer that. I don't wanna lose all hope this early in the game.” He waved them off before the could reply. ”Listen Emobot and Snake-Charmer. I have a special assigment for you two, seeing how you are here and all.” He grinned. ”You see. Blueberry and me being here likely set of some alarms with magic community. And I expect there to be a hero here any mi-” Once more, there was no time to finish the expostion that villains were so fond off. The door was kicked in and there stood a man in a cape and a cheap Mage outfit. It looked like a very poorly made larp outfit. ”all yours boys. This here is ”Magic Missile. I figured he'd be here. Putting him in the hospital should net you some infamy. Or you know, If you kill him. But that might get you more heat then you can handle. Up to you really. I would go with the former rather then the latter. Now. Ta-ta!” And then the air screamed as it tore apart in a portal for the two demons to step to. The sound of violins and fiddles escaping its entrence. As it closed, Magic Missile pointed at the two. And shouted. ”MAGIC MISSILE!” From his hand two arcane bolts of energy set of towards the two. [b]Situation:[/b] Broker wants you to kick the kid down enough for others to take notice of you. The nerd you are fighting appears capable of some magic. Don't take him lightly. He has been doing this longer then you.