[h3]The [color=lawngreen]Dover[/color] [color=goldenrod]Twins[/color][/h3]

[u]Ben's Current Power set[/u]

-2x human Speed
-Mandate's Strength
-Mandate's Durability. 


Freya and [color=goldenrod]Ben[/color] stared, drawn from their quiet argument by the sounds of metal hitting the ground, at the canisters as they landed for half a second. Then Freya yelled, [color=lawngreen]"Smoke Grenades!"[/color] and she and her brother leapt over the meat counter, laying prone to keep themselves covered behind it, as the smoke filled the grocery store and the sounds of gunfire and screaming soon followed. [color=lawngreen]"Who are [i]these[/i] people?[/color] Freya groaned, reaching for her pistol. Judging from the sounds of the gunshots, it was high caliber rifles. She wasn't properly equipped to deal with this situation in general, much less whoever these assholes were that had decided to assault the store. [color=goldenrod]Ben[/color] shrugged. [color=goldenrod]"Don't know. Don't care. They want to kill us, so now we have to kill them. How much punishment can I take with this thing?[/color] He tapped one of the orbs in his left palm, the same color as Mandate's skin.

 [color=lawngreen]"An insane amount. Unless they have some sort of super powered weapon that hits like a nuke, you should be fine."[/color] [color=goldenrod]"Any chance of supers?[/color] Freya thought for a moment, mind racing a mile a minute. [i]This[/i] she could deal with. Guns and bullets were familiar, where magic and spells were not.  [color=lawngreen]"Doubt it, but I can't be sure. To much smoke to pick them out, and if they were any degree of smart the supers would hang back. Can't be a lot of them, if any, though. Too many sneak tactics and guns for that.[/color] [color=goldenrod]Ben[/color] nodded, tightening and relaxing his fists. [color=goldenrod]"Alright then. Wish me luck. Stay down."[/color] He stood up, making ready to hop over the counter, when Freya grabbed his ankle. [color=lawngreen]"Could you grab me one of their guns? This,"[/color] she shook her pistol, [color=lawngreen]"isn't going to cut it.[/color] [color=goldenrod]Ben[/color] nodded, winking at her as he hopped over the counter.

It was smoke and chaos. Shapes were running to and fro, the screaming civilians, and he couldn't see anything through the smoke. [color=goldenrod][i]Well, I guess I'll start walking till I hit someone with a gun.[/i][/color] [color=goldenrod]Ben[/color] headed into the smoke, pushing civilians aside as they ran into him. He scanned through the thick smoke, looking for something that would indicate an attacker. He spotted a figure in the smoke, standing still, a stark contrast to the chaos around them. That alone was enough to make [color=goldenrod]Ben[/color] certain they were one of the people he was looking for.  A gun going off in front of him and bullet hitting his chest confirmed it.

[color=goldenrod]Ben[/color] quickly closed the distance, looking down at the man in front of him. As always, he looked the person trying to kill him in the eyes, attempting to understand a bit of why. Normally he saw fear at this point. Maybe some anger, a little bit of surprise,  but there was always fear. Fear because the person they had just shot was not only still standing, but was [i]very[/i] close to them. He saw none of that in this man's eyes. Only hatred, burning bright and filled with fire. The hatred of a man who has lost everything, and was seeing the cause right in front of him. It caught [color=goldenrod]Ben[/color] by surprise. These weren't thugs, or even hired mercenaries. These people had some sort of stake in whatever the hell Freya had dragged him into, and that was a problem. But one to be dealt with later. [color=goldenrod]"You know, smoke won't save you. Werewolves have a really good sense of smell. Even the worst books on the subject cover that."[/color] 

The man didn't reply to [color=goldenrod]Ben's[/color] casual observation, instead backpedaling as he fired two more rounds into the giant's chest. [color=goldenrod]Ben[/color] darted a hand forward and yanked the gun free, throwing it behind him. In another instant, he was behind the man, cutting off any retreat. [color=goldenrod]Ben's[/color] fist darted out, to fast to be blocked by a normal human, aimed  squarely for his opponent's nose. Two unexpected things happened, at almost the exact same time. [color=goldenrod]Ben's[/color] fist made contact with the man's face, and then [i]went through[/i] his face in a splattering of gore. Less than a second afterwards, [color=goldenrod]Ben[/color] was thrown backwards by this massive force, going through the store and through its concrete front wall in seconds. [color=goldenrod]"HOLY SHIT!![/color]

From the meat counter, he heard his sister shout out, [color=lawngreen]"Language!"[/color]

Instinctively, [color=goldenrod]Ben[/color] kicked his feet down, desperate to get any form of purchase and to stop his uncontrolled 'flight'. His feet hit the ground and then dug into it, creating deep furrows as it dragged him to a stop. [color=goldenrod]Ben[/color] caught his breath, his heart racing from the surprise, and stared at his bloody hand. [color=goldenrod]"Note to self: Test out strength and blowback limits of this new strength."[/color]. Becoming aware of his surroundings again, he looked up at the smell of burning rubber.  He was in the middle of the parking lot, two more men with guns staring at him from the front door. Someone had set fire to a car, more than one. It was coming from where they had... [color=goldenrod]"Oh no.[/color]" He sprinted forward and was at the vehicles in seconds, but it was far to late. The Dov was burning down, and there was nothing anyone could do to save it. 

[color=goldenrod]Ben[/color] felt his fists clenching, distantly. He felt disconnected, staring at the burning wreckage. That van had been with them since their new lives had begun. It had been his sister's pride and joy. She had been so proud when she had brought the junker to him, babbling about what deal she had gotten on it and how many uses it had. It was her first foray into making and closing deals. More importantly, it was [i]their's[/i]. Their first item they actually owned themselves, their first home without that bastard to run tests on them. Their first safe place they could call their own. It meant [i]so much[/i] to her. And they had burned it. Like it was [i]nothing.[/i]. Just like [i]he[/i] would have. 

[color=goldenrod]Ben[/color] looked over at the two front door guards. They were lifting their guns, speaking quickly into their mics. Presumably to alert their commanding officer of the situation, and to get back up. Not that it would matter. They'd be dead very soon. He was over there in a heartbeat, crouching down and uppercutting one of the door guards. Like before, the man's jaw and face disintegrated into a shower of gore. However, this time the blowback went straight down, and [color=goldenrod]Ben[/color] caught it on his knees and only sank into the ground, cracking the asphalt all around him.  

He grabbed the other guard by the arm as the man tried to retreat, taking the gun with his free hand, and threw the man into store. Unlike [color=goldenrod]Ben[/color] he didn't have super durability. He smashed against the thick concrete and fell down in pile of broken bones and blood. [color=goldenrod]Ben[/color] sighed, hefting the gun as he quickly searched the bodies for ammunition. He'd have to tell Freya about the Dov. It'd break her heart to hear what had been done to it. [color=goldenrod][i]Later.[/i][/color] He promised himself, hopping through the hole he had made on his way out of the store. [color=goldenrod][i]When we're not in a life or death fight.[/i][/color]