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[sub][@Mr Allen J][@FernStone][/sub][/center]
[b][code]Strongriver Plaza, Hedgemount_[/code][/b][hr][hr]
[indent]Despite the man constantly dodging, the beast could not stop. It had surprising speed, despite it's body being mostly comprised of hardened tumors. It came to a stop as it's foot slammed on the ground. It swung it's club-like arm yet again, and sent some tables flying all around as it continued it's berserk charge. The man covered in tumors suddenly felt... less enraged. The rage that driven it from the Happiness drug. It slowed down for a moment... before picking up the pace again. Letting out a berserk yell, as it quickly closed the distance between the two by leaping through the air with it's club raised over it's head.

Lihn's concentration broke at the yell the beast gave out, realizing that she was going to put in a lot more effort. Pushing away any worry she felt because it was still attacking, because that would just make things more difficult for her, she concentrated on the anger it felt again and continued to suppress. At the same time she tried to force a calm feeling on it, to replace the anger that she was suppressing. It was hard on her, and she could feel her head beginning to pound, but damn she would push her power to their limits if she had to to bring this thing to a stop. 

Jackson looked at the beast and wondered what the hell was going on. That girl came out of nowhere and suddenly was telling him what to do. Probably for good measure though, seeing as how something she was doing was casing the beast to seem less maddening..or at least that's what Jackson gathered. For all he knew, Tumor Man probably enjoyed getting wet. Unlike him, Jackson didn't because he couldn't use his powers while under the influence of wetness. So, he would have to rely on his quick movements and capoeira prowess. Doubtless that would be enough, but Jackson was always a betting man.

"So, are you good now Tumor Man?" Jackson asked the beast. He was hopeful that whatever the girl did was enough. If not, then they were fucked.

The rage was fading... even though it [i]should[/i] be getting even greater. It came to a slower halt, and instead of going straight for Jackson. He paused for a moment, and looked around. Almost as if it was [i]contemplating[/i]... then it's eyes rested on a small woman who had stayed behind. The rest of the stirring anger that driven the beast mad directed itself at Lihn. A colossal boom filled the air, as the monster slammed it's hand on the tile floor, before rushing after Lihn.

Briefly, Jackson was frozen by the loud screech from Tumor Man. By when he was able to collect himself, he saw the running growth was making his way for that [i]woman[/i], and seeing as how she didn't seem like the fighting type, Jackson had to save her. So, running after the beast, Jackson would use the own beast's firm growth's as a bit of a sturdy trampoline, and as he had flipped forward into the air, he stomped on the beast's head with both of his feet in an attempt to stop him in his tracks. Though, in hindsight, Jackson realized it wasn't such a great idea because this put him in an awkward position as he was now on top of the beast exposed to any retaliation it might have in store for the male.

The double-stomp was probably not the best action to even distract it. It's body was tough, and rigid, and Jackson might had hurt his feet. More than he hurt the creature, who merely pushed his head down, and cause it to yelp. It was distracted from Lihn, but it's anger was now back on Jackson.

The anger directed at Lihn warned her that the creature was coming for her before it hit the ground and charged. She knew there was no way she could get away. Instead she pushed harder at the anger, at reducing it and increasing any calm feelings it may feel. There wasn't anything else she could do. Through her slightly blurred vision she registered that the man it had been attacking had jumped up onto it to try and stop it. She didn't dwell on the feeling of relief as she forced her will against the creature's further to reduce its anger as much as she could. If she could just get it to stop before it hit the man that could come to her defense... then she could give in to the pounding pain at the back of her head.

The beast's rage was subdued yet again... however, not enough to stop it from counter attacking Jackson. It violently thrashed it's upper body from left to right, twisting it's body, get him to slip, and when it saw his leg... it lunged straight for it.

"Shit," Jackson said, struggling to keep himself on the back of the beast's head due to it wildly swinging its upper-body side-to-side.

As soon as Jackson realized that the constant switch from left-side thrashing to right-side thrashing had made his leg slip into the view of the beast, he couldn't stop it from trying to go after his left leg. Knowing that evading it entirely was out of the question - especially from how the beast was a lot larger than him - Jackson would have to sacrifice [i]some[/i] skin tissue in an effort to keep his leg. So, as the beast would dig its teeth into Jackson's shin, Jackson would push off as hard as he can with his free leg against the beast's torso, allowing him some leg room, but because the beast had its teeth already latched onto his shin, there was an unforgiving sense of pain as the teeth practically peeled off the top layer of his skin from the bottom of the knee to about mid-shin. But, what mattered most was that Jackson retained his leg and was able to roll away to gain about a meter and a half distance between he and the beast.

It paused for a moment, as Lihn's effects calmed it yet again. It stared at Jackson... as blood spurted off it's body in all directions. It fell down to it's knee, as it let out a loud, near-glass breaking, groan. Not of anger, but of [i]pain[/i].

Lihn continued to reduce the creature's anger, but not as strongly as she had been before. However the loud groan broke her concentration and caused her to stop. The pounding in her head meant that she was unlikely to be able to properly reduce its anger as much as she had been before. Though... It didn't seem like it was going to be charging anywhere anytime soon.

"I think it's calmed down?" Lihn voiced her doubts about that, voice coming out strained and tired. "Not that I caused [i]that[/i]." She wasn't entirely sure what was going on there - it was difficult for her to fully think it through after having to used her powers more than she had in a long time.

Well that's reassuring.

Jackson briefly drifted his eyes to his shin. Though he was thankful to keep his leg, he had a nasty cut going down the entire front length of it. If what he saw in front of him was the beast seemingly calming down, then perhaps things weren't as grim as he thought they were. Even still, until Tumor Man was no longer that, Jackson had reservations about whether or not they were out of the woods. And even worse, Jackson could barely stand on his left leg. So, his flashy capoeira was out of the question. Hell, [i]any[/i] form of movement that involved his legs would be out of the question. God, how did things get so fucked?

The beast heard the people talking, and turned it's attention towards them. It let out a loud cry, as it leaped up in the air, lunging towards them.

"Get down!" A voice said, the two ducked down, and the moment the pair ducked, a stream of chemicals came out from behind them. If they looked behind, they would see a team of armed RAVENS. The mutant roared loudly, as the RAVENS hosed it down from all directions, until it was completely contained.

Jackson let out a low whistle. "Guess the pros have it now." Jackson said, watching the impressive display of the RAVEN agents doing what they did best: taking care of business.

"... Are you two okay?" A RAVEN with shaggy black hair asked, he was of average height, and muscular. He seemed to have hints of Asian descent in him, but was overall caucasian. He grabbed his badge, and nodded. "Agent Blackmore here, we came fast as we could." 

"A lot better than him, that's for sure." Jackson had gestured towards the contained Tumor Man, while Lihn just . "You guys sure took your sweet-ass time, though." Always one to criticize your saviors, aren't you Jackson?

"Sorry sir," Agent Blackmore said with a hint of mocking contempt, "But, RAVEN is a little stretched right now."

He crossed his arms, and looked at the two. "Would you two mind coming back to headquarters for questioning?"

"I'll come back," Lihn paused, running a hand through her dark hair. "But I'll need to take something for a migraine if you need me to be able to talk." It hasn't happened yet, the pounding in her head was just a bad headache, but she knew it would come on soon enough. She was surprised she could speak so coherently, anyway.

Jackson just looked at the RAVEN agent. "Yeah sure thing, fam, but I might need to make a detour at the hospital first." Jackson gestured to his shin. Though not bleeding profusely, if he didn't at least get it bandaged up, there would be some serious problems for him down the road. Such as blood loss.

"Our DOVE doctors will get that patched up no problem," Agent Blackmore said, as he walked over to Jackson, and hoisted him over his shoulder. "Let's get you two back to headquarters so we can sort this out."[/indent]