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[COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B][SUP][H2]J O S E P H   T H O R E A U
[sub][sub][sub][COLOR=SILVER]A . K . A   N E M E S I S[/COLOR][/sub][/sub][/sub][/H2][/SUP][/B][/COLOR]
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[INDENT][COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B][SUP][SUB][H3]► L A R I S S A   |   O L Y M P U S[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/COLOR][hr][INDENT][I][B][sup][COLOR=SILVER]May 2016 - One Night After The Explosion[/COLOR][/sup][/B][/I]

"Fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck!" Ram cursed himself trying to rush forward. He could aim it right, he knew he could. Aim the knife right for the man's jugular. He knew the spots to hit. He'd...practiced the stances before. But Ram wasn't fast enough to save her. As the female patient fell to the ground, the dread in Ram's stomach almost felt palpable.

[i]'What has this night become?'[/i]

But he wasn't granted a reprieve to mourn her before having to scramble for his own safety. [i]'Never stop moving.'[/i] He knew that, he remembered that at least. The paramedic had said in the truck there should be more sedatives. A hopeful end to this night. But he saw it as it rolled from the paramedic's pocket. The syringe of the sedative almost resonated like a floating heart in a video game the way Ram scrambled for it. He dove, tucking on impact and cradling it until he was able to spring to his feet. He was preparing to make a mad dash to this lunatic of a fiend. This man of rage--before he heard a sickening wrench of metal, twisting and pulling apart.

[i]'Of course there's more, there's always more.'[/i]

Ram knew enough only to be aware of his immediate surroundings as he made a sprint to the ambulance only to see a door come careening toward him. His eyes broke down the speed, position of the door--his body responded in turn, flattening down to avoid having his torso nearly split in half by the metal door.  He spun to see the source of these new obstacles--a girl! Where had she come from? Her concentration--[i]'The doors are definitely hers.'[/i]--but there was a fear in her eyes.--[i]'She's not one of them.'[/i]-- Opening the side door, he quickly dove in and found the remaning sedative. 

[i]'Think. thinkthinkthink...What's the plan? How do I get us--[/i] Wait, when had those others be come 'us'?--[i]'out of here?'[/i] He was out of the vehicle again as their original opponent freed himself, Ram quickly made his way to Joe's side.

That's when he saw the kid. 

Low, his dark clothes a mere bump in the blend of shadows, the kid swiftly neared the mentally unkempt robber. A flicker of purple began to envelop him but dissipated. 

[i]'We're all at our end. It's this or nothing,'[/i] Ram thought with a grim nod of apprehension. He knew what he needed to do.

There was a briliant surge of light from the villain--his palms giving an air of brilliance that could almost be admired if not so deadly--as he released a column of energy. Ram noted a flash of purple immediately before though--[i]the kid![/i]--and the lid of a garbage can sailed into their would be executors head. The beams careened off kilter, allowing Ram to duck down, pulling the medic with him. 

This was his chance! 

[b]"Rush one more time!"[/b] He hissed to the medic. Ram palmed the two sedatives in one hand and doubled back at a spring to a sprint, launching himself with his free hand on the hood of the ambulance. From there he sprung in the air, turning himself and scrambling into a slight tumble as he hit the ground. He closed the distance between himself and the gaunt looking girl with a dash. She had barely avoided the beam meant for her and hadn't yet regained proper footing when Ram charged her, tackling her to the ground and plunging the sedative into her neck. 

[b]"I promise, I really am sorry about this,"[/b] He whispered.

Rushing forward, Joseph tackled Ren to the ground. Struggling with the criminal, he took ahold of one of Ren's arms, trying to pin it behind the other man's back as Ren fought against Joseph with his every breath. 

[B]"I'm going to kill you this time."[/B] Ren growled through gritted teeth at Joseph ignored the man's threat. Cranking the man's arm up, Joseph heard a satisfying 'CRACK' as Ren howled in pain, the arm breaking behind his back as Joseph let go and swung, his fist connecting with Ren's jawline. Spitting blood, Ren slid backwards as he struggled to his feet, his hand beginning to glow only for Joseph to rush him again. The glow fizzled out as soon as Joseph's hand touched Ren's skin. Another fist struck Ren as he doubled out, the wind escaping his lungs as his stomach hugged his spine. 

[COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B]"Big man when your powers work."[/B][/COLOR] Joey snarled as his foot connected with one of Ren's kneecaps, a sickening snap echoing into the night. [COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B]"But when they falter, you sure aren't much."[/B][/COLOR] He added as Ren was forced to take a knee, an anguished cry escaping from his mouth.

[COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B]"As your medical counsel, I'd advise you to stay down."[/B][/COLOR] Joseph added with a smirk as he looked for Ram. [COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B]"What are you doing?"[/B][/COLOR] He asked with a tone of disbelief as Ram left the newcomer in a drug induced state of unconciousness. 

Ram looked up, running a hand through his hair and taking a deep breath. The girl slumped in his arms. He took the remainder of the sedative of the syringe and showed it to the medic. [b]"Being cautious. I didn't give her a full dose, but we can't have her flinging car parts while trying to wrap this up,"[/b] He carried her over toward the other pair. [b]"I'm sure I could ask you the same, no? You enjoyed that a bit, didn't you?"[/b]

[COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B]"More than I'd care to admit."[/B][/COLOR] Joseph replied as he kicked Ren over for one last insult. [COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B]"What about..."[/B][/COLOR] Joseph started to ask as he looked around, his eyes catching sight of the ambulance. [COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B]"TRAVIS!"[/B][/COLOR] He exclaimed, breaking into a run towards the battered vehicle. Hauling open the passenger door of the ambulance, Joseph found Travis slumped over in the passenger seat, air bag deployed and blood dripping from several abrasions on his head. Performing a routine check for spinal or neck injuries, Joseph slowly lowered Travis to the ground once satisfied that it wouldn't endanger his friend further. Rushing to the back of the ambulance, Joseph pulled out a first aid kit, quickly cleaning the wounds of his partner, the antispetic splashing on his hands alerting Joseph to his own bruised and bloodied knuckles. Reaching for his radio, Joseph noted it had been ripped on in the struggle and instead picked up Travis' as he called the situation in. 

[COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B]"This is Unit 53 calling in for additionally emergency services at Larissa City Bank. We've got injured and are in need of police services."[/B][/COLOR][/INDENT][/INDENT]