Magic Missile was no fool. Actually, scratch that. M,M as he was affectionatly called by his friends, was a grade a moron. He had learned magic by mistake, using a real tome for a larp. He was a joke of a hero in most aspects. But he had heart and he got a sense of right and wrong. Such a shame then, that Villains did not. The propulsion beam hit him square in the back, pushing him off he feet and hurling him away from the force. For all his years of stupidity, MM was atleast smart enough to wear a protective vest underneath his wizard robes. As such, instead of burning a nasty hole in him, he was merely tossed about with the force of a sledgehammer. He tumbled and fell, rolled and lay still. Meanwhile, the efforts of everyones favorite snake charmer was enough to avoid total disaster. But as magic met magic, the dragon thing split, then split agin, One of its splinter ”tails” singed the magicians left leg as he danced away from the primary dragon. As it died down however, the two seemed victorius, standing admist rubble and splintered wood and metal from the now wrecked warehouse. Sirens could be heard, this time not going past but towards them. [b]Situation; Time to flee![/b] --------- The monster slithered away and Foxblade got up to his feet with a pained groan. He was pretty sure he sprained something. Looking to his blade he noted it was broken. ”Shit” he mumbled as he tried to get up on unsteady legs. His suit was torn, several gashes in his legs bled, the result of shrapnel. He staggered onto one knee, watching the others. He commended the machine. ”Good shot Spyder” His eyes found the Korean lady who had showed tremendous capability in the face of danger. She was reliable, even if her leaders were sworn enemies to his country. Not that he was ever the nationalist type. He loved american soap operas way to much for that. That's when she picked him up like he was nothing and dragged him with her. Actually, it was less dragging and more pushing him infront of her. AS they made it into the Control room, Fox decided he hated this Pulp person. Infront of them was a pillar of pulsing flesh and machinery. A giant, robotic eyes stared down at him. ”Intruuuuuuder” A voice spoke and the pillar of flesh shedded pieces of meat that immedietly rose up to reveal more of the beings from before. These were a bit smaller, but their numbers made up for it. Fox brandished his broken katan infront of him, tearing himself from the Korean ladys grip as to better control his actions. As the others showed up he spoke. ”I hope you have more shots ready Bot-san. I think that big red eye is its weak spot. Me and the others will buy you and Scavenger the time to shoot it dead” [b] Situation; Mook Battle. Kill the creepy crawlies and keep them from getting to Spyder as he and Scavenger blast the big eye to pieces”[/b] ----------- The casino was not on fire, courtesy of desperation who clearly lived up to his moniker. With the goons being handed their asses, liver and hearts to them on a silverplatter made out of pure ultraviolence, the group made its way onwards trough the vip area. Meteora managed to snag a few bills, mainly fiftys and hundreds, from a poker table as they went. Soon enough the group had battled all the way to the door that was promptly smashed trough, using a thug as a battering ram. As she peered out however, she saw something approaching. Something worse then the police. A cape, a flying cape. ”Shit.” She mumbled. ”I recognice that woman” And she did. It was Laila Lawfull. Part of the DnD Crew turned superheroes like Magic Missile, she was far more capable. And she along with a small army of cops was more then a little problem. She was approaching the front however, apperently unaware of the the little contingent of villains making their way trough the back entrence. ”Lets hurry up!” Meteora motioned for the others as she began to sprint towards the nearest ally. They had to get as far away as possible and hope the Lair group got that teleporter ready to beam them in, or this would get ugly real fast. [b]Situation: You are heading away from the crimescene. Your technically out of combat. But keep your head low.[/b]