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[h3]Lost Haven
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Broadway threw off a sloppy salute and aimed one finger past the newcomers shoulder, sending out a blindingly white beam that exploded much as before past the end of the alley. Grinning, she said, "Name's Broadway. That's Jones, Hickock, and Avery. We're part of what was [i]supposed[/i] to be a trap for the Hounds, but I think [i]both[/i] sides underestimated what the other'd bring to the table. What about you, hot stuff? What do we call our timely cavalryman?"

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Darya swore as the strange gunman ran off, but she could do nothing to help those who weren't accepting. She began freezing over the whole of the wall she had built, even as rounds ripped through it, until it was thick enough to stop most of them. Most of the squad in the square moved up and took firing positions at it and next to her behind the fountain. Meanwhile, she had found her source of water in the storm drains and sewers. [color=aquamarine][i]I think it only fair I douse them in the same filth they spew out of their mouths,[/i][/color] she thought to herself as she worked her powers along the tubes of concrete and steel beneath them. 

Faulkner came over the radio. "Dragon, take care of those vans, but try not to kill. We need them alive and arrested if at all possible. Tiamat, Hold the square and try to push forward. Local reinforcements have begin arriving, at least one meta and PD are inbound. Area's cordoned off now, they're draining what they can of civvies."

"Oh, good," said Rollins, leaning her back against the fountain next to Darya. She gave the younger girl a smile through her balaclava before glancing over edge of the structure and firing off a tight three round burst. "Because the one thing I was worried about with all the bullets flying was these guys' welfare." Darya realised that comment was for her benefit alone as Rollins clicked her radio back on and said over comms, "Don't worry about us, fearless leader. Just try to keep them from slipping out like the rats they are."

Darya stared at the woman. Her heart was racing, her pulse hammering in her ears. The staccato of gunfire, even if it was dying off now, was wearing her nerves raw. Another round [i]pinged[/i] off of the fountain near her and she threw herself flat, whimpering a little. Rollins grabbed her shoulder and shook her. 

"Hey!" the big woman shouted nearly in her ear. "Are you hit?"

She shook her head negative. She knew she was edging closer and closer into panic, and at this point, she couldn't even trust herself to open her mouth in response without screaming.

"Awww, sheeyit," Rollins said, then her voice went back up on comms. "Tiamat's broken, Faulkner. I dunno how much of her barricades will hold up with her panicking, and we're a little busy to move her right now."

"Alright, sending out the doc," came the response.

Within a few moments, Darya's hyped up hearing picked up a different gun firing. It sounded bigger than the assault rifles, and far slower, almost like the snipers, though not as menacing. Cowboy boots slid in front of her vision and a strong calloused hand gripped her under the arm and hauled her into a sitting position, where she could see Doc Holliday's visage filling her vision.

"Darlin', I know you ain't been in a fight like this before, but I need you to keep it together, okay? Plen'y a; folks can't handle this, but there are people here that need you right now, y'hear?"

Darya stared at him, even as he removed her goggles and checked her eyes.

"I know it's scary, but c'mon. We took out that big mech suit guy back in November, remember? And just last month there was that crazy one who could turn into the giant rattler? You handled both of those, you can handle this, right?"

Another bullet spanged off of the metal next to them, causing Darya to flinch. Holliday, however, spat a curse and swung his free hand up and over her shoulder, levelling his Winchester Repeater on the fountain edge. The gun went off like a firework right next to her ear, and the sensation caused her powers to snap back into focus. The cover wall was beginning to melt, though as soon as she noticed, it shored up. A huge puddle was forming around them as, in her panic, she had begun to draw all the water she had held off on before around her. And on the edges of her perception, the storm drains and sewage had stopped moving, and were building up tons of pressure.

She nodded once at Holliday, who winked at her before firing again, and then stood up. The man's face fell, and Rollins grabbed for her to haul her back down, but the water from the fountain had already risen up the shield her. Several rounds slapped through it, sent spinning off course and slowed considerably by the sheer force of pressure that she was moving through the sphere she formed. It was impossible to see through, the fluid moving so fast around the periphery that it was beginning to froth, but she kept it up as she hopped down into the fountain pool and drew up as much as she could. The pipes burst as hundreds of gallons poured through them, and still kept moving, tearing up dirt and concrete as it did so. The reservoirs, pipes, toilets, and everything else in the neighbouring buildings was suddenly drained out of them, until Darya had finished building what looked like a titanic dragon's head and neck, made of water and debris trapped within. She stood at the base of it and began walking forward, not bothering to scream out challenges because at this point, no one would be able to hear her anyway.