[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BPbYdPwmjsI]Portal had to teleport into the cell to retrieve D'ren.[/url] As soon as she reached down to grab his shoulder, The Infamous sneered and reached up, taking hers, gripping her bicep tightly in an attempt to cause her pain, and also bypass the collar that restrained his ability. The latter didn't work, despite his strain. She teleported him out of the cell and D'ren tried to throw her at the bars while breaking for the exit, but stopped when he saw Dream-scape in her cell. He just stared at her, as if remembering something.

" Don't remind me. It was not my call. " Portal said as she walked back to the group but then she stopped mid-way and looked back at the villain and said " Call me "hot-stuff" one more time and you'll wish you were dead. "

Broken from his trance, D'ren glanced back at Portal and nodded with a mischievous grin. 

Portal looked at everyone and rose her voice over the alarm.
" Ok. I don't care who you are or were before the war and I don't care if you hate each other. Right now, there are two options for each and everyone of you. Follow me, escape and then pay back these uninvited guests we have on our planet... or escape on your own. " she let the words hang a little in the air for effect and then continued speaking " But. Let me tell you that you won't make it far. We've got bogies coming in hot and without your powers, your nothing against an army. Now. Let's move out. Those that want to take your chances, be my guests. Everyone else, follow me. "

D'ren turned to Portal, and then Elis. "Get this bloody thing off me," he scowled, pointing at the collar restraining his power.

They ignored The Infamous and he groaned but turned to see Portal teleporting Dream-scape from her cell. D'ren was already moving toward his arch-rival before Portal had even ordered someone to pick her up.

"She'll live," he grumbled before grabbing Dream-scape by her collar and hauling her to her feet. "Let's go, bint. Looks like I finally got ya, eh?"

As everyone ran, D'ren basically dragged Dream-scape through the corridors, causing her to listlessly stumble a lot. When they got to the exit, D'ren stopped in his tracks, staring through the hole in the wall at the chaos and death. He nodded slowly with a smirk.

"This is what I'm talkin' about," he said, and as a Portal offered him his sidearm, D'ren removed the young woman's combat knife from the sheath on her thigh and grinned at her as she spoke of betrayal. "Sod off."

D'ren followed the others outside and threw Dream-scape down into the dirt so he could turn and plunge his confiscated knife deep into the neck of a charging Skit. "Yeah!" he snarled with as much viciousness as he could possibly muster into one syllable. "Ye like that?"

The creature squealed in agony as The Infamous Irishman twisted the combat knife's blade back and forth in the guard's neck, releasing a couple gallons of goo onto his hands and arms. After that, D'ren saw a shack a few meters out of the way. He knew that was where the aliens had placed the heroes' and villains' outfits. Their weapons had been kept somewhere else, or destroyed...

He glanced back to Dream-scape. "I'll be right back. Don't die on me. If anyone's gonna end ya, it'll be me." 

D'ren ran off to the shack, killing another Skit. But this time, he had to dodge a couple energy blasts from an alien sidearm. One of the blasts scraped his left arm. Grimacing in moderate pain, D'ren lunged at the Skit, driving the blade into the Skit's eye, all the way to the hilt. 

Once inside, D'ren rummaged around for something for a minute before exiting. When he did, he was very upset. Apparently the Skits had moved his leather duster to another shack after he was stripped of it in processing. He glanced around, wondering where it could be. There was no way he was going to leave that in there. 

Noticing another enemy, he hurled his knife at a Skit that was looking back and forth between D'ren and Dream-scape. He may or may not have been thinking about her safety... The knife flew end over end and stuck into the creature's side. It shrieked in agony and removed the blade with one of it's many claws. By the time it looked up, D'ren was running at it, ready to leap and land on its wounded body.

But a nearby soldier shot the Skit in the head with a rifle. D'ren came to a skidding halt by the Skit's body, and then punched the soldier in the head and took his rifle. "Idiot." He also bent down to recover the combat dagger he threw at the now-dead Skit.

D'ren then went back to Dream-scape. "Let's bugger off," he said, picking her up by her arm. He turned and nodded with a scowl at Portal and her soldiers and heroes, "They don't need us...though admittedly, probably for different reasons."

Dragging her away from the group, The Infamous headed for an exit he thought was unguarded. It wasn't.

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