[center][color=DC143C][i][h1]Krimson[/h1][/i][/color][/center]

With Icarus distracted and the boys taking fire, this gave Ashley the perfect chance to get into costume. Bloody hands transformed into sleek gauntlets that led into a leather like cuirass with rich crimson fabric flowing over it. Her legs gave way to a slightly baggy pair of pants with strapped boots climbing up to just under the knees. Finally, the blood climbed up the sides of Ashley’s face and situated itself around her eyes for a mask. In the span of minutes, a slightly inconspicuous teenager has become the one known as Krimson, emerging valiantly from her hiding spot for the world to see. Grabbing at the palm of her hand with the other, she’d slowly pull them apart to reveal the curved blade of a sword emerging from her stream, seeming to appear from thin air. 

Meanwhile, as their bullets pelted into Icarus, it became apparent that their firearms weren’t much more than an annoyance. Throwing their guns down in frustration, they each pulled a grenade from their belts, confidant that a more explosive measure would do the trick. But by now, the armored man had cleared his vision, looking like he wasn’t up to having any more of this situation. He launched a series of objects at the group, and upon seeing some sort of device heading right at her; Krimson readied her blade, slicing the object in two before it got the chance to fulfill its purpose. Smiling brashly, she looked to her companions expecting to see them equally on top of things.

They would be if they had been Meta, but they weren’t. Krimson frowned at the twitching bodies of her compatriots flat on the ground, in no condition to continue this fight. [color=BDB76B]“And there goes our meal ticket…”[/color] As Icarus lifted both himself and the car into the air, Ash shot a rope of blood to the ascending vehicle, and using as a grappling hook by drawing it back into her stream. Now situated on top of the car, she took a stance, facing Icarus and staring him square in the eyes. [color=DC143C]“And I’ll remind you that this is MY score, that was MY boss that you just made extra crispy, and that was MY blood that you evaporated. For that, I think you owe me some in return… and it’s Krimson! Krimson with a K!”[/color] Drawing her katana back, Ashley swung, giving a flurry of slashes at this armored do-gooder.