[color=662d91]"An interesting set of abilities, yet no real group cohesion.  Should make for an interesting team should they get the time and proper training."[/color] Crotalus mummers as he takes the kick to the face.  When the staff connects with his back his hand whips back brushing it, sending a charge of radiation into the staff, instantly causing it to heat up.  [color=9e0039]"200 degreese, and raising 50 degrees every six seconds, should melt in two to three minuets."[/color] he says to it's wielder.  Rolling with the hit to a handstand, pausing to note the teleporters location, then points at him and blast him with a almost invisible beam of pure radiation into the boys hand, searing the flesh and frying it. [color=2e3192]"To assume without proper study is to fail."[/color] Crotalus states pinwheeling his feet to snap a kick into the oncoming girl, redirecting her momentum towards one of the pillars, then using the spin to regain his feet and stepping quickly next to a well dressed youth near one of the tellers.

Nate and Nate wince as first their team mate's are tossed around then start to cheer as Chrys attacks back, only to cringe as the man seems unfazed, retaliates.  They can smell the putrid ozone and cooked flesh, not a pleasant smell.  As the man flips from his hands to his feet almost too gracefully and moves next to Chris, Nate and Nate finish positioning themselves above the man.  "Now or never they whisper to each other, crouching on the ceiling, then they spring strait at the man.  "God's if you are up there, please let this work."  They whisper.  And then he man looks right at them.  "Oh shi....." They say in unison.