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	Okay, what the actual [b]FUCK[/b] was going on?! In a 'blink-and-you-miss-it' montage of mayhem, a goddamn mecha entered their airspace, some medieval RP reject came bolting out the back of the Quinjet with a giant sword screaming to high heaven right at her and her team, [i]another[/i] guy was hurling freakin' fireballs at them, and there was some shortstack girl with metal claws gunning straight towards Kravinoff!

	...Actually, that part was probably fine. 

	Eleanora spun her attention across the several moving pieces of the battlefield, her mind reeling for answers. Whatever train of thought she had got shattered when actual, honest-to-God missiles started approaching their vicinity. She panicked, honestly, but at least made the smart call-out. [color=pink]"HAZMAT!"[/color] Her teammate didn't waste any time turning skyward, where their leader's gaze was, and hastily raising her arms up as violent blasts of green energy tore through the sky and obliterated the explosive ordnance with spectacular force. Okay, one problem done. And also, a year or two of hearing on top of it, she'd bet. Admittedly, she'd forgotten about the flaming spheres hurtling towards them during the heat (heh) of all that, but luckily, her second-hand picked up the slack; blasts of sonic force roared out from Thunderwave, snuffing each and every strike that Elias was attempting. Of course, though, it was keeping a member on the defensive, which was pretty good by all standards. Okay, they'd bought her the breathing room she needed, the precious seconds she had before their vanguard made it here. 

	...And honestly, she used those first few moments to just wonder what in the [b]HELL[/b] was going on! She'd expected almost anything, but this?! She didn't have a damn clue who any of these weirdoes were! At least if it were an actual Avengers team, she'd have some frame of reference. Who brought the High School Special Avengers squad?! Alright, enough time thinking on that. Time for the important stuff. [color=pink]"Trauma! Bird! Now!"[/color] She barked the order, offering no alternatives, and Terrance immediately complied as he scrambled onto the iridescent bird, which promptly took off. Obviously having a teammate leave the fight was a bad idea, but Terry was just a hindrance for everyone involved; or worse, a huge catastrophe waiting to happen. She was NOT dealing with that right now! God, she just hoped these morons were fine with one slipping away in the early chaos of this...
	That left the two remaining threats, one of which was gonna handle itself, given her choice of target. That left big, tall, and stupid. Easy enough. As the gilded hero sprinted forward at, frankly, astonishing speeds for her, Sickly Sweet was quick to lean down and slam a hand into the ground. Without warning, the ground beneath Sigurd shifted, and just as abruptly, shot at an angle upwards, propelling him violently overhead of the 'villain' team using its momentum on top of his own. Of course, Elly had no clue that the proceeding fall from that would hardly do any real damage to the Half-Asgardian, but it sure as hell stalled him as he sailed over them, getting ready to crash and stumble through quite a bit of road. [color=pink]"Have a nice trip, see ya next fall!"[/color] She hollered to him mid-flight with a snicker. That (at least for the moment) was one obstacle out of her way. Now, though, she turned her gaze forward, eyeing up the fallen Quinjet. Maybe...[hr]

	Before then, a different clash was about to occur. Anastasia eyed the approaching Wolverine with an upsetting glee, evident in her gaze and even her body itself, as if she was wound tight with anticipation of the confrontation. In fact, she certainly didn't wait for Laura; she ran to meet her head-on, as well, her boisterous laughter echoing throughout the chaotic streets as she rushed with her spear by her side. When the Mutant Hero made her move, launching off a nearby vehicle and lunging for Kraven, she readied her stance. With clinical precision, she brought the head of her spear to bear, easily piercing into her, the piercing tip sliding right past her metal-clad ribcage and digging in deep. However, before it could pierce through all the way, Kravinoff had different plans. With Laura's momentum still carrying her, Ana maneuvered her spear to hurl the Wolverine behind her, just before her claws could make contact with her, sending the Mutant skidding against the streets with an ugly smear of blood following behind it...Though of course, the source of that trail hardly lasted long. 

	Kraven The Hunter eyed her prey up, equal parts intrigued and confused. This...Was [i]a[/i] Wolverine, but it was not [i]the[/i] Wolverine. There was plenty to tell her that, but even before seeing her up-close, it was their scent that spoke to her. This was not Logan. Walking closer to her briefly felled quarry, she made only one remark.  [color=F4A460]"What [i]are[/i] you, exactly, little honey badger?"[/color]