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Lyger stood silently as the growing ensemble of characters fought with and mocked one another. How such a dysfunctional group of individuals could hope to put an end to the threat posed by the Hounds of Humanity was a mystery to him. If these people couldn’t get their act together, they were doomed to fail, after all, how could they hope to fight the Hounds if they were too busy fighting one another?

Just as he was about to voice his opinion on the matter, the ground began to shake. First he saw the massive mechs making their way into the square. It reminded him of a scene from an old science fiction movie. However, before he could even react, Icon and the loudmouth in black and gold had taken off to meet them head on. However, the walking tanks were far from their only problem. Overhead, what looked to be futuristic assault choppers were engaged with a group of fighter jets. This just left the dozen or so transport vehicles that came screeching to a halt around the parameter of the Square, which encircled the “heroes,” trapping them inside with no path for escape. 

“Stay together.” Lyger said to the others that were still grouped together as the Hounds foot soldiers began to advance on them. 

The first of the Hounds to reach the gathered heroes was greeted with Lyger’s fist to his jaw, shattering it on impact. A roundhouse right to the temple felled the Hound, taking him out of the fight. No sooner did the fallen Hound hit the pavement of Sherman Square than another launched himself at Lyger, only to be met with a swift kick in the chest, knocking the air out of his lungs. As this Hound lay on the ground gasping for breath, the others had drawn their weapons and slowed their advance. He looked over to the nearest Hound, who was a good couple of dozen feet away. If he leapt into the air and fired a grapple line, he should be able to reach him before he fired a shot. However, a pink and purplish blur made the move unnecessary. Before Lyger could even blink, Slipstream had raced among the Hounds and disarmed them. 

With the Hounds disarmed; Lyger leapt into action taking on several Hounds at a time. After hitting the first with a stiff shot to the face, another of the Hounds grabbed him from behind and held him for the others to get their licks in. However, Lyger twisted and spun to the left, getting free from the Hound’s grip, then planted him with a reverse kick to the chin that snapped the man’s neck back and sent him reeling. Before the Hound could recover, an open hand chop to the throat left him writhing in pain as he struggled to get air into his lungs. 

Suddenly another black clad man jumped into the fray right out of nowhere. The man was dressed differently than the rest of the Hounds, he didn’t appear to be wearing the body armor that the others had been wearing, and his face was covered by a balaclava. As the new arrival turned to face Lyger, the young hero it him with an open palm thrust to the chest, and as the man was knocked backward, a hard right hand that sent the man crashing to the pavement. 

However, the distraction was all that the Hounds had needed. When Lyger turned to face his enemies, he found that several had been able to reclaim their assault rifles and were leveling them directly at the hero’s head.