[@Master Crim] [@bluetommy2]

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[color=a2d39c][h2]Dr. Malacoda Zatanna[/h2][/color]

[h3]Uptown Central - In the Gotham Law Library. Gotham[/h3]

Mephistopheles raised it's head, noting the grenade moving towards them, and bumped Malacoda out of the way - and behind a makeshift cover. While he did not actively attack the assailants, he dodged their shots with relative ease, looking more like puppy prancing in a field, than a hell-hound dodging heavy fire. Malacoda slid down the side of the wall, still clutching at his chest. He peered over to where Mephistopheles jumped about, and raised his eyebrow at Khnemu's sudden resurrection. As the other flew forwards, attacking the would be bombers, malacoda closed his eyes and envisioned one of the shooters, focusing on his gun - [color=a2d39c][b]"TI Dluow eb a emahs, dluohs uoy erifsim"[/b][/color] - smirking as the gun exploded, temporarily stunning the man. [color=a2d39c][b]"Sick'em"[/b][/color] The words were whispered, but the reaffirming growl from Mephistopheles assured Malacoda that the command was heard, and the hound flew forwards. As Malacoda struggled to get up, the smirk still in place - the screams and panic that sounded further and further away, had him resisting a chuckle. If nothing, the dog was enthusiastic. 

Moving again into the now quiet hallway - he walked over to where the forearm of one of the bombers lay - a trail of blood and paw prints leading away from it and deeper into the library. Slowly bending over and picking up the appendage. Holding it near where it was severed, he pointed the hand out in front of him, the un-moving fingers flopping about. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, before the fingers twitched, and the pointer finger became rigid and turned slightly right. So, onward went Malacoda, following his rather macabre compass - until he reached an area where there remained a few people, currently surrounding what clearly was the bomb. Keeping to the shadows, he let the hand fall to the ground and crawl toward them. Perhaps they were easily spooked? The resulting gunfire, and now minced arm proved him either wrong or right... he was unsure. 

As the one went back to the bomb, the other two keeping watch - Malacoda waved his hand, casting a minor illusion - the timer suddenly speeding up. Counting down much faster than the 20 minutes remaining. He could not help smirking at them floundering, starting to fight between each other about whether or not they should disable it, or run - one saying that they clearly can't get out of the blast radius in time, and that they have to disable it. When one moved towards the bomb, clearly intent on disabling it, he made sure to pay close attention to what he was planning on doing, should he himself have to do so soon.