Emblem's eye twitched. It seemed that one of them was able to recognise that he didn't possess any 'innate' powers. For some reason, that irked him more than it should have. He was a super now, and that was all that mattered. He was about to make another comment when the two villains moved towards him. One of them, the one with normal-looking skin, rapidly extended one of her arms towards him. Like a twisted tentacle of warped flesh it reached for his face, and on instinct Emblem shot back. Luckily he didn't need to move his body to dodge, he was simply moved back by his flight. The hand slid harmlessly across his armour as he launched himself higher into the air, beyond the girl's unnatural reach. What was that? It hadn't had much force, but nonetheless it had felt dangerous. With a glance he checked on Inferno, who'd also been targetted, but she'd completely surrounded herself in a pillar of flame. Over the roar of flames he could hear muffled screaming. Whatever that lady had done to Inferno, she was out for the count.

Anger pulsed through Emblem. He hadn't known Inferno for that long, certainly not long enough to become fast friends. But she was someone he could relate to, someone with whom he'd shared this journey into heroism. She was his teammate. Gritting his teeth he turned to the pair of villains, who were now fleeing. The strangely-coloured one exploded, sending bright lights and semi-solid copies all over the place. Emblem didn't care. He shot upwards, following his target from above as he picked up speed. She wasn't all that fast, he could easily keep up with her. She'd pay for underestimating him, and she'd pay for hurting his teammate.

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So it seemed the situation had escalated. Those two were dangerous. The one with flesh-warping powers hadn't hesitated to stick her hand through Inferno's flames. Most likely she was capable of regeneration, in addition to her most obvious powers. He hadn't been able to see what had happened to Inferno, but based on the rest of the woman's displayed powers... it wasn't pretty. If she was capable of regeneration though, this entire thing became easier. After all, regenerators were able to take a lot of punishment. So it wouldn't be a problem if he did some damage to her. And Dusk's intervention was most certainly necessary at this point.

Bright lights flashed, but Dusk wasn't bothered. He simply normalised the light before it reached his eyes. Face neutral and heart cold, he lined up his shot. Through his scope he could clearly see the regenerator running. The other one was impossible to track, with the clones going everywhere. But as for the other miss.... he had an armour-piercing incendiary round chambered. Combined with his heavy rifle, it had more than enough stopping power to deal with most supers. He'd seen this thing go through two-and-a-half inches of solid steel and keep going. Assuming that bone armour had a toughness comparable to human bone, it wouldn't do much to stop this round. Of course he didn't want to kill her by accident, so he took his time as she ran. Controlling his breathing, following her movements, checking his aim. He couldn't afford to miss with this shot, he might not get another.

With a loud bang, he fired a round right into Dian's leg. The incendiary element of the round would leave some surface burning, but would pave the way for the main force of the bullet. Hopefully her armour was tougher than it looked, and the bullet would get stuck inside of her leg. That kind of thing tended to slow regenerators down. Even if it didn't, though, the force of a round like this was more likely to blow her leg off than to make a neat little hole. Especially with how armoured her body was.

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Emblem was still hot on Dian's heels when Dusk fired. He grinned, knowing that he had support. Dusk was a quiet fellow, and quite frankly Emblem had never liked him. But he was sure as shit reliable in situations like this. That old fart wasn't fazed by anything. Knowing it was his turn to do his part Emblem began lowering his altitude. He spun into a gravity-assisted dive, rapidly accelerating as he approached the ground. He put on a pair of goggles from inside his suit's secret pockets, to keep the wind out of his eyes. He had to keep his eyes open as he moved down, adjusting his flight path for his target's movement. A Mimic copy moved into his path and was promptly shattered, unable to withstand the impact. He was like a bullet right now, surrounded by an invisible field of repelling energy, his 'strength' force added onto the force of his movement. A silent approach might have been better, an attack she couldn't see coming, but Emblem couldn't resist. "Hey, ugly! You aren't going anywhere!" Emblem rotated in midair, as his dive turned into a dropkick. Unlike Dusk, he wasn't aiming to be nonlethal. He aimed his blow at centre mass. If he hit, her entire upper body would get smashed into the concrete and smeared across the street.