[img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/290977655627448341/292171024986800128/coollogo_com-163531103.png[/img]


[b]Location change: Sherman Square, Lost Haven[/b]

The tires of a Hounds of Humanity van screeched loudly as they attempted to drive off, probably away from that weird mist making its way around, or maybe David just caught them at a bad time. He stood firm in the path of the vehicle, holding it by the sides, his hands dug into the metal as the back of the vehicle swerved to the sides slightly as the Hounds attempted to free themselves. He pushed his hands in a little further, put them over his head, quickly shifted his hands to grip the cabin, and tossed them into the air like a pizza, sending them into a quick spin before he caught them.

David set down the van upside down and ripped open the door. He learned a long time ago that as Terra Firma he definitely lifted above his normal weight class and took great pains to pull his punches, so it felt extremely liberating to finally flex his muscles slightly, what with all mecha and armored vans.

The men inside were dizzy, a couple were on the floor struggling to stand, those left standing attempted to draw their weapons on David, and whether or not those guns would hurt wasn’t important. David briskly stepped inside and gave them a firm slap, each and every one of them, and their bodies dropped down onto the ceiling.

As soon as he stepped out he took a moment to look around, he thought he saw that Fletch person, but she was gone as soon as he thought he spotted her, nevertheless he thought he saw a bow and he was pretty sure that couldn’t have been anybody else.

[i]A bow in this day and age, is she serious? Well it seems like she’s doing well, and she was pretty strong the last time I saw her, so I guess it’s fine.[/i]

A few more glances around and he managed to spot Pantheon again, and this time he was carrying around a weapon.

[i]Where the hell did he get the bat, and it has spikes?[/i]

A woman had come face to face with Pantheon, he couldn’t hear the details, but he could read the bodies, they were having some kind of disagreement, probably about Pantheon. He hoped they wouldn’t start fighting now of all times, but if it came down to it he would charge in there too. But he hoped they would both see there was a bigger problem than Pantheon’s disregard for life, and it looked like they did as they both went back into hitting the Hounds.

David had no doubt in his heart that Pantheon had ripped apart even more soldiers before he got here, and he would have liked to have given him a piece of his mind. But the last time he tried it didn’t exactly get through, words wouldn’t be enough, and starting a fight with him would be pointless, no matter who won that nobody would change their ideals. That kind of thing was for another day, and maybe even for someone else.

Right now the enemies were the Hounds, so David went back at it. It seems that some of the others turned most of their attention to the mecha or the helicopters flying around, but the foot soldiers were still coming in great numbers, and they could easily catch the less bullet resistant heroes by surprise if they got lucky.
 
He felt a little apprehensive about using his other powers again, he felt a little winded last time, but David managed to push those feelings back as he drew into his earth powers again. Large hand like structures pushed out of the ground, cupping themselves over Hound vehicles along with a number of their soldiers, enclosing them in a stone prison.

[color=c0c0c0]“Whoever of us can reach and survive in space better get up there and take out that satellite,”[/color] Someone had shouted. [color=c0c0c0]“The Hounds are communicating with the satellite and I doubt they’re going to be sending us kisses and hugs.”[/color]

David turned his head to see who was talking, he couldn’t identify them but he could see that the man was making his way over to Icon, and it looked like they knew each other.

David wanted to join with them but space wasn’t like anywhere he’d fought, and he wasn’t whether or not he needed air as Terra Firma. Although, so far, it looked like he didn’t actually breathe. He had vague memories of fighting on the ocean floor, debris and smoke didn’t bother him, and his recent experience with landing a plane on the ocean seemed to reaffirmed all this.

Even if some problem arose he could probably fly back down to safety, and besides, fighting a giant space gun is exactly the kind of story he wanted to tell Madeline one day. So he quickly made his way to Icon, who was now holding some kind of mech, though it was different from the Hounds, bigger and a little more intimidating for one.

[color=ed1c24]“You said we found the satellite right? I can go with you. I want to help take the fight to the Hounds and that damned satellite!”[/color]