[Center] [h3][color=2B547E]Surprising Machinations [/color] [/h3]
[@Shizuochan][@Crusader Lord][/center]
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As the two Independent heroes approached a cloud of dust blew through the hole that used to be the entrance to the bar, a flash of something white being visible for just a moment before vanishing further into the destruction.

Moans and crying echoed around the scene, though there seemed to be only a few serious injuries and even less deaths.

[Sub]"help..."[/sub] a voice at Phantom's feet gurgled around a ruined throat before slumping in a pool of their own blood, face first. Was that.... Yes, a common pistol clattered from their hand into the floor.

Nearby a woman was rocking, holding her stomach as she tried to communicate into a phone on her knee. "... Heroes? I don't.... Know.... She's... Upstairs..."

The devastation was prominent, structural damage leaving the building in shambles. Would the heroes advance in such uncertain, dangerous, conditions?

A crash from behind, and another from above, sounded.

They'd need to decide fast...