[color=00aeef]“Well, suppose it’s time to move,”[/color] Mary muttered, almost disappointedly.  Dragon turned off the TV, the images of the wreckage shot from civilian phones and nearby TV helicopters that could do nothing but film and hope not to get caught up in things.  What had started as a small, contained fight seemed to have become large and dangerous, which meant innocents were in danger.  They couldn’t let that happen.

Mary went into the shop’s back, and returned after a few minutes, clad now in some basic child-sized paramilitary-wannabe airsoft gear.  The city-colored camo blended into the grays of the shop, though the orange tips on her various airsoft weapons, revealing their fake, plastic nature, gave her position away easily.  She wore a sensible setup of active hearing protection, a mask with air filters, goggles, and a military-grade helmet to protect her various exposed vitals.  Magazines for her AR-15-style rifle and her little pistol were jammed into her plate holder, and she did a quick test fire of a few shots into the ground.  Each BB, filled with Dragon’s gas and coated in a mixture of ground matchheads and glue, exploded on contact.  She surveyed the smoking holes each shot had left in the concrete, and nodded.  She didn’t look it, but she was lethally armed.

Dragon held out a hand, and they wrapped their fingers around each other’s wrists.  Mary walked up front and clipped straps through some of the odd gaps in Dragon’s metal physiology, and gave the thumb up when all seemed secure.  [color=f7941d]“Let’s go kill some creeps,”[/color] Dragon said, and in a burst of fire, the two rocketed away from their lonely base of operations.

It did not take long for them to get anywhere in Boston, given Dragon’s flight speed, and it was easy enough to pick out their target due to the smoke and hovering reporters.  They aimed for a low roof nearby, within 100 yards of the main fighting, and landed.  Mary surveyed the helicopters as they worked on disconnecting.  [color=00aeef]“Should we do something about those?”[/color]

[color=f26522]“I thought we wanted to be seen.”[/color]

Mary swished her mouth back and forth before nodding.  It was okay, she hadn’t seen any other fliers who might put those civilians in danger.  She crouched down, pulling out her longer-range weapon as she inched toward the roof’s edge.  The situation was chaos down below, gunfire less common now than the explosions and displays of power being pulled off by the parahumans.  [color=00aeef]“Cover,”[/color] she commanded, and Dragon got to work mixing and burning her gasses carefully to create an inky smoke that covered the roof.  They would probably die of cancer earlier than normal, but at least anyone who decided to turn weapons on the roof wouldn’t know exactly where Mary was.

[color=00aeef]“Thanks.  I’ll take this chain guy, I think that’s a civilian behind the car shield.”[/color]  Mary pointed out the aforementioned Mandy, and Dragon nodded.

[color=f26522]“I’ll take that guy.  I think he’s fire based, I should be safe.”[/color]  For a moment they stared at each other, and then bumped fists.  [color=f26522]“Stay safe.”[/color]

[color=00aeef]“Yeah, cya soon.”[/color]  Mary looked down her scope, and Dragon used a burst of propulsion to fling herself into the sky.  The one-ton metallic monstrosity angled herself to fall in a body slam on her target, and Mary opened fire with 800 RPM of firework-equivalent explosives that streamed toward the one with the chain.