Hazmat suit and a man with what seemed to be force-based abilities made short work of the initial volley of attacks.  Izkry frowned as he was asked for an analysis of the lizard-person.  His drones had decent sensors, but that only went so far.  [color=lightskyblue]"Sorry Jason.  There's no data available on the 'dragon', either in the Avengers' database or public records.  Observation says they're fast and durable, with some sort of web ability.  Their body temp seems to be lower than the norm, which might provide an advantage if you can cool them off.  They did seem concerned with Pepper's well-being, but now they've rejoined our opponents."[/color]

His attention shifted as Dancer chirped a notification in his ear.  [color=lightskyblue]"We have one going airborne, on some sort of...giant shiny bird?  Can't get a good visual beyond the hoodie they're wearing.  My guess is the one in the hazmat suit is the source of the radiation; be careful with that one.  Pink haired woman seems to be in charge.  She's certainly giving orders."[/color]

He could only watch in frustration as both the young man in the golden armor and the biker chick were sent tumbling.  Armor dude at least had been taken off-guard, but biker chick...biker chick had been overconfident, and apparently paid for it.  Though it seemed her injury was closing up, so perhaps it wasn't as bad as Izkry initially feared.

On the gangway of the Quinjet, Belasý adjusted her stance as the woman with the pink hair -- apparently the leader -- turned her way.  She wished she had a gun -- it would make things so much easier, but the goal was incapacitation, and not killing.  She could understand why, but it still sucked.  Even a pistol would be useful -- but again, that was too close to lethal.  Bel pulled one of her knives out, holding it at her side.  If the woman came at her, Belasý would be ready.