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[color=c71585][i]Take down choppers, he says.[/i][/color] She had nodded and taken off at once, but she knew the problems with “taking down” helicopters in the middle of a city. This wasn't a warzone, as much as it looked like one at the moment. People had to get back to their lives as quickly as possible. She was struck with the sudden thought that perhaps this was their tactic, a big, scary battle to prove how dangerous the heroes really were. Of course, that plan would be foolish, but if that [i]had[/i] been their thoughts, she would do her best to prove them so utterly wrong as to be laughable. 

To that end, she navigated the storm. A battle of some sorts of fog and mist was happening near where Chris had engaged with what looked to be some sort of leader. She knew he could handle himself as well as she and Icon could, even if he was more fragile inside his suit. The two girls...[i][color=c71585]Jeeze, they look too young to be here, don't they? Was I ever that young and in a fight?[/color][/i]. They looked slightly panicked, but doing well enough, and she hadn't the first idea how to work with their powers. However, that didn't mean she couldn't help while she dealt with other matters. 

She flew low over their heads, leaving her trademark energy crackling in the air above them, blocking even the light of thunder from reaching under it as it drank the light around it. As she passed over their heads, she threw them a salute, and then fired off several small beams into the crowd of combatants near them. The whole area looked like chaos from above, men stumbling around and shaking their weapons in a thick fog that seemed to ignore the worst of the rain that was starting to pour from the sky. She pulled up suddenly as a chopper veered her direction. Below it were several of the enemy, clashing with unidentified allies at range. Noting the helicopters gun spin up, and knowing the line of fire left the two girls vulnerable, she flared her 'wings' as wide as possible, and threw up a simple wall of energy directly in front of the choppers, leaving enough so the pilot could see, but blocking any sort of projectile from making it further than a few metres.

The pilot reacted quicker than she would've originally credited, throwing his vehicle into a steep climb to halt forward momentum and get him over the wall. Unfortunately for him, that presented her with the belly of the thing. She put her fingers into the classic kids' “gun” shape, index finger out and thumb up, and took careful aim. One beam, just the size of her finger and only slightly above her lowest power setting, lanced out and blew the front of the machine-gun on the nose apart. Any more attempts to fire it would at best be useless, and at worst rend the front of the chopper into pieces as it backfired. Two more beams shot out, snapping off the side mounts for the missile pods, sending them down onto the men below. Without them being armed, she was only worried about their weight, but she had the rest of the helicopter to worry about.

As the pilot fought desperately to bring the machine back under control after the three impacts, he found his controls flashing even [i]more[/i] alarms. Looking up, he finally noticed Leanna gripping the nose of the vehicle. The glass front was surprisingly well armoured and only cracked slightly as she dug her fingers, energy crackling around them to help her cut through the metal, into the plating. She could see him screaming something at his gunner, but it looked like neither of them could do anything. She heard the rotor mechanism twist and turn as he fought with the control stick, trying to move the thing and shake her off, but her titanic strength let her hold the nose in place in the air, her wing flapping to counterbalance any force the engine could muster.

With a sarcastic smile, she began guiding the whole machine through the air. The metal she had gripped creaked and groaned, and the engine screamed at the abuse as the pilot sought a solution, but inexorably it moved where she wanted it to. Finally the gunner slapped his pilot on the shoulder, and she frowned as he nodded back. There was a loud “clunk” from the belly of the thing, which prompted her to move below it by way of a lifting motion with her hands, refusing to let go of her grip.

She saw the shiny cone of the nose of a missile or bomb. It was huge, and looked like it might be a multi-stage explosive. It had come out of some sort of hidden weapons bay, and she noted that, sticking out like this, it was probably now armed. The rocket guides on it began firing, and Leanna let go, finally, muttering, [color=c71585]”You utter [i]bastards[/i],”[/color] before she had to catch the thing as it launched off of it's rails. In a desperate attempt to throw it further off course and make her job easier, she pushed the nose of the chopper away from her, sending it into a serious course error as the weapon caught her in the belly and took her away from her target.

She had pulled this maneuver before, but this close to buildings, there was little room for error. And with an unknown explosive, there was really only one choice she had. Recovering quick as she could, using her wings to slow the thing down with air resistance it wasn't built for, she swung underneath it, shoving as hard as she could. Her considerable strength sent it up, over the buildings in a huge arc. She went with it, steering against the guidance systems, and now that the warhead on the thing had travelled far enough to be armed, she nudged it further. It didn't have too much in the way of engines, though, so it was definitely a bomb, not a missile. One final shove up sent it careening out over the waters of the Atlantic. She counted the seconds, as the rain sizzled against her wings idly flapping to keep her aloft. She didn't have any sort of advanced vision, but a good knowledge of physics told her it should be going off just...about...

There was an explosion, not as big as she had dreaded. And then a second, third, and [i]fourth[/i] explosion, each one deeper and bigger than the last. A fifth one, much [i]much[/i] larger than the previous ones, sent a huge bubbling shockwave up to the surface.

[color=c71585][i]Where the hell do they [/i]get[i] this stuff from?[/i][/color] Well, not the time. She spun back around and headed towards the edges of the fight. A group of soldiers were clustered around a truck, trying to unjam their weapons from whatever the fog had done to them, and looking a little nervous. No one seemed to be paying them any mind, even though the battle continued to rage. Glancing around and seeing no one approaching, and broken mechs laying around nearby that could explode soon, depending on what they were being powered by, she decided she needed to take care of both.

Streaking down for a landing with her arms over two of their shoulders, energy wings fading to avoid unintended injury, she spread her fingers out as wide as possible and scattered beams into the rest of them, slamming them back into the side of their vehicle. The two she had in headlocks drew knives and attempted to gut her and stab her, to no avail. Even if she hadn't been supernaturally tough, the suit she was wearing had been designed with this sort of action in mind, and it caught at the points of their knives and snarled their attacks without tearing. She placed a hand on the back of each's heads, and, before they had a chance to move, knelt and pivoted, thrusting them forward to fall onto their fallen friends, some of whom were just starting to get up. Smiling down at them, she placed both hands on the side of the truck and fired a weak beam from each palm. The vehicle was sent flipping side over side, coming to rest on its top, two large dents evident from even this opposite side. She then backed up a bit and brought up a dome over the whole pile of men, close enough to the ground that they wouldn't be able to stand, though not so close as to cause them injury from compression. And should they try to break it, long experience told her they would earn themselves only mild second degree burns before ceasing that activity. After a thought, she opened up small holes along the top, where they might get air, but not big enough to shove weapons through.

Leaving the crackling and hissing dome of black and rainbow sparks in the middle of the street, she turned to the broken down mechs. Glancing around, she spotted the man in black and yellow she had noted earlier. She paused to make sure none of the broken machines power supplies would overload, she hopped in the air. She had to look hard before she noted the chopper she had been wrestling with early, just now landing on a roof. Her wings flashed, leaving the telltale trail as she flew fast enough to just barely avoid breaking the sound barrier. Air pressure alone blew over the two men as the were climbing out of the now open cockpit. Grabbing one in each hand by the shirtfronts, she head butted each, then used a set of handcuffs from the small pouch on her suit to attach them to the wheel assembly. She pulled their handguns and knives, tossed them out of reach, then flew back to where she had seen the bruiser.

Stopping in front of him, wings flared to hold herself aloft, she said with a slight frown and knitting of her brows, [color=c71585]”Name's Blacklight. Who're you? And why did you kill that man earlier? You're no judge.”[/color]