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[b]"We'll cover you big girl! You go, and retreat through the back we'll make sure no big heroes get through to you. Once the money is clear we'll break and head for our escape routes!"[/b] the soldier with diselpunk stated. They had followed her out the window using make shift hero gear to lighten their own falls by softening the blow. [b]"The getaway car is down a block, or two in a street corner near a ramen shop go-"[/b] commented the soldier before suddenly he was stuck with some sort of web like substance as a small boy stood there in front of them. He had brown hair, and a few freckles but he as clearly very young. [color=fff200]"I'm the super great hero King Spider! I'll stop you!"[/color] the boy said hesitantly as he raised his arms to fire more silk like webbing at Diselpunk.
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[quote=@vancexentan]
Meanwhile the spider kid was knocked unconscious by a random soldier as he was too focused on Disel to actually pay attention to her men. They themselves threw some smoke grenades and went to their destination some distance away with Disel in to in order to drop off the money at the cash van. It was a rather big hassle, and it would seem that Captain East had the harder job as most of the news copters were at his battle location some distance away. The citizens still around the area were in a panic, and could pose no real threats to the villains as they ran away. As the crew got to the zone they had Disel deposit the money away inside of the car, and decided it was time to get the fuck out. They left Disel the option to go with them or not but one way or another the van sped away with their lot.
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[color=a187be]"King Spider?"[/color] Dieselpunk taunted, her voice underscored by the thrumming of her engine, [color=a187be]Isn't the flower guy out front King Sakura, or something? Can't you heroes come up with better names that don't have 'King' in it?"[/color] From the look of him, he was a fast and flitty hero, not someone that Dieselpunk had the best time going up against as he could probably run circles around her as she slowly tried to maneuver her heavy mass around and try to hit or catch him with her metallic appendages. She needed to know exactly how strong his web was and if she was strong enough to just snap the line. She remembered a classic movie in which these large, metallic, four-legged machines were defeated by having their legs tied up by small, faster craft with grappling lines, and she didn't want this match-up to turn out like that. Slamming her metallic knuckles together twice with loud clanging sounds and releasing a roar, Dieselpunk prepared to duke it out with the young hero, but it was not meant to be; the greenhorn was a damn rookie, and one of the thugs sneaked up behind him and knocked him out. What a let down. Still, the mission was more important. [color=a187be]"...thanks..."[/color] Dieselpunk said to the thug, though her disappointment was clearly audible in her voice. But before she left, she remembered, they were were here to send a message. Gently picking up the unconscious King Spider, she dropped his sorry ass into the pile of refuse that she had deposited when she had absorbed the garbage truck. Then she lifted a nearby dumpster and upended it on top of the hero. To keep him there, she picked up a nearby car and placed it on top of the turned-over dumpster. [color=a187be]"Hey, hey dudes,"[/color] Dieselpunk chuckled, [color=a187be]"someone take a picture, and send it to the local news station or something. Tell them where they can find their garbage hero."[/color] With that she headed off with the money team to deposit their ill-gotten gains. Turning on the radio that came installed in the garbage truck to check the time, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LTEjjGW3vUA]one of her favorite songs[/url] started to play, and she blasted it to give her posse a bit of a motivational boost as a form of congratulations for a job well done. But what she was really doing was checking the time. It was almost fifteen minutes and she would have to abandon her machinery soon, so there was no opportunity to go back and help the ones at the front. All she could do was trust in their ability to take care of themselves. [color=a187be]"Hey,"[/color] Dieselpunk called out to one of the more edgelordy thugs, [color=a187be]Toss me your trenchcoat."[/color] The thug, surprisingly, obliged, and as he threw it at her, Dieselpunk unfused with the truck and the vault door and whatever else she had picked up at the bank. Emerging nude from the crumbling pile of slag, she grabbed the trenchcoat midair, covered herself, and got in the getaway car with the others.