[h2][center]Dr. Gabriel Cole//[color=teal]ICARUS[/color][/center][/h2]

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As the mental forks embedded in the two LEGION drones caught up to Maverick, he sighed, more than a little frustrated at the meta's tenacity. And worse, she'd put the mystery hyper-metal back on again. Inwardly, he rolled his eyes (both pairs) at her taunt, before the two of him took a step forward.

[color=teal][b]"Toys? Miss Maverick, you wound me."

"These constructs might not be as powerful as my prime form..."

"But they are still 100% me."

"With all that that implies,"[/b][/color] the drones finished, raising their palms toward the girl, glowing with a familiar-looking green electrical haze. The implication, of course, being that his drones had the same metal-warping powers as his prime self. This, of course, was an awful lie. He hadn't even gotten around to testing the Pseudo-Mag units that would have made that implication true, much less equipping them in all of his drones. But that was irrelevant, as long as Maverick thought that he could do so in this form. Even if she didn't surrender completely (which, to be fair, was unlikely), he liked his odds of beating her with LEGION better when she wasn't some sort of wonder material.

So he left what was actually particle beams equipped in the drones' arms warming up, hoping the empty threat of paralysis would at least convince her to power down from the super mode.

[color=teal][b]"Last chance to surrender, Maverick."

"Power down and stay out of my way-"

"Or I start breaking things."[/b][/color]

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Meanwhile, Gabriel's prime self had his own issues as one of the crooks in the car suddenly lashed out at him with... something. Something which then latched itself to his face and tried to pry into his helmet. He was secure in the knowledge that to do so would take... well, he wasn't precisely sure, but it was a very long time. But still, the fact that it was impeding his vision and actively resisting his attempts to remove it was... aggravating. He clawed at it ineffectively again, before an impact warning suddenly came up on his visor. Several, in fact.

[color=teal]...Are they... shooting at me?[/color]

To be fair, he couldn't really tell. He couldn't feel the impact of the shots too well, and had to rely on the impact warnings from Daedalus to realize when and where he'd been hit. For all their effectiveness, they might as well have been pelting him with Milk Duds.

But the indignity of it was still so... galling. Reduced to clawing at his face like an idiot, while a bunch of low-life thugs used him as target practice. That was... [i]very[/i] not kosher with him.

Gritting his teeth, a plume of fiery plasma gathered in his hand, which he then pressed to his visor, savoring the thing's dying screech as it burned away from his face. His vision now cleared, he turned in the direction of the meta (for OF COURSE there was another one of them running around tonight) who had tried to blind him, seeing her make an incision on one of her palms, blood flowing strangely from the cut.

[b]"meta appears to have hemokinetic abilities of some sort. be on your guard- we don't know what else she can do."[/b]

[color=teal][i]Duly noted.[/i][/color] He checked in on the LEGION drones who would hopefully be dealing with Maverick, feeling ever more frustrated at his situation. [color=teal][i]I so do not have time for this.[/i][/color] He took a step forward toward the blood meta, his arms and Hex-Feathers crackling ominously with green lightning.

[color=teal]"Alright, Red. Before I begin, I would like to remind you that I did in fact warn you of the consequences, and thus, everything that is about to happen to you, is entirely your fault."[/color] And having said that, he gave a dismissive flick of his wrist, sending the Hex-Feathers shooting out, tracking each of the four crooks scattered around the area. Anyone the devices attached themselves to would feel a [i]very[/i] unpleasant shock. Or they would, whenever it was they woke up- the Feathers likely wouldn't kill anyone, but they'd hurt worse than a hot iron.

While that was happening, Gabriel focused on the car again, lifting both it and himself into the air- he had to get out while the going was good, before Maverick dismantled his drones, and before "Red" could do anything more-than-annoying with her blood... stuff.