[color=f7976a][center][h3]~Allison Hillard~[/h3][/center][/color]
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[color=f7976a]"Kid? That is quite a hilarious assumption since we're probably of similar ages."[/color] Allison laughed, turning her head towards the others who urged her not to fight. [color=f7976a]"Don't worry you two. I have no intentions of fighting. It wouldn't be any fun fighting this one. I doubt she could have an intelligent conversation with me. I killed the guards because I was bored and I didn't want to go through the trouble of going around."[/color] She leaned against the wall of the green container, fixing her eyes upon Vert, smirk still hidden by her mask. [color=f7976a]"Of course 'Brawn' doesn't always win. My quirk is nowhere near able to use just pure 'brawn'. I've been living off the grid for the past year...I know how to cover my tracks and make sure the heroes aren't privy to my activities. Moving unseen if I want or need too. Plus, cutting the fence...you aren't quite observant. I am not capable of such a thing. As I just said my quirk is unsuited to such tasks, but rather finesse...which you seem to lack."[/color]

She chuckled, refraining from adding 'as well as intelligence' at the end of that sentence. Before she could continue, though...something incredibly odd and humorously overly theatrical happened. The container slammed shut. A bomb fell from the ceiling and started a countdown from five that conveniently skipped over the number zero. Before anything else could happen, the floor opened and dropped them from the container to a warehouse like basement below. Allison landed with relative ease on her feet, not looking bothered by the turn of events at all. In fact, judging from the laughing she was quite enjoying herself.

[color=f7976a]"Well...this mysterious stranger at least has amusing style." [/color]That said, it was also the sort of style that could grow stale quite quickly if one couldn't keep up with it...but for now she was amused, so he was safe from any sort of berating she could possibly give. [color=f7976a]"Hmm...a robot for each of us...hmhm...I'm not fond of little violent soiree's such as this. That said, this will be rather easy for me."[/color] She wasn't particularly used to working with others, and she doubted these guys were either, which meant attempting to use teamwork when they had none was going to be quite difficult.

[color=f7976a]"Hm...it would be silly to attempt any major teamwork since I doubt any of us are actually skilled at working majorly with others."[/color] She replied to Ryu. As she spoke, a large blunt weapon resembling a mace started forming in one of her hands, as well as a bony plate forming across her abdomen, forearms, as well as her legs. All the immediate vital areas the bots seemed capable of reaching easily. No need for a full on suit yet. [color=f7976a]"Hmm...The robots on the far end of the line already seem damaged so it would likely be a good idea to get everyone one of those to beat up on. As they are robots and likely armored, blunt strikes would work best...or perhaps someone could stun one with electricity if they could perhaps overload it."[/color]

She was of course just throwing out ideas for now, the ones that seemed best to her.

[color=f7976a]"You know, just use your head and don't get in anyone's way and we'll all walk out of here and able to all have a nice cold glass of delicious calcium rich milk after this!"[/color] She laughed. First though...she would wait and see the other peoples moves.