[i][/i][quote=@vancexentan]
[color=fff79a]"You're so full of shit lady! You know mom told me NOT to talk down to fat people but you really should do a jog, or something it'll shave off the carbs...and metal."[/color] commented the speedster as he stopped suddenly in front of the group. He waved at her before giving her the middle finger, and throwing a broken piece of concrete nearby at her futile as it was. He sped off down the street shortly after an arrow from above once again snagged onto Diselpunk's armor and blew up with a light explosive blast. It would seem this was the work of a student with hero equipment probably someone who could make use of a bow, or something of the sort really well. The speedster stopped somewhere down the road, and cupped his hands together, [color=fff79a]"YOU KNOW THAT PRISON'S BAD RIGHT? WELL ONCE OUR TEACHER GETS HERE YOU'RE SCREWED! ALSO YOU SMELL LIKE DEAD SKUNK"[/color] he shouted at her from far away down the road. The following arrow shots were trap ones it would seem as they didn't explode on impact instead thumping into the ground as if waiting something to happen. It was clear that time around that the arrows weren't coming from the sky as one of the conscious thugs called out as such.[/quote]

[color=a187be]"Tch!"[/color] Dieselpunk tsked as the speedster pelted her with concrete, reminding her why she hated kids. [color=a187be][i]Throwing debris, eh? Well two can play at that game.[/i][/color] Dieselpunk rammed into the nearest building (one that Midnight wasn't inside of), causing the facade she collided with to start crumbling. She used one arm to strew debris all over the ground between her and the speedster, hoping some difficult terrain would impede his movement, while using her other arm to scoop a large wad of crumbling concrete, arcing it upwards and putting much more force behind it in an attempt to throw the debris in the general direction of the speedster, hoping to rain stones down around him in a large area. The explosive arrow made her flinch and realize that she still had certain mechanical vitals that could be hit and damaged, causing her to morph the metal around herself into a less mobile, but slightly more armored form, as the trap arrows scattered down around her. [color=a187be]"Anyone make out where those arrows are coming from yet?"[/color] She called out, unsure whether or not it was safe to touch the arrows or even cross over them. Knowing how people might think, seeing a giant robot lumbering around, Dieselpunk assumed that the arrows might be electrical in nature. Dieselpunk assessed whether the arrows had formed a line in front of her or a circle around her. [color=a187be]"You wanna race, ya little brat?"[/color] she shouted at the speedster, [color=a187be]"Well, let's race, soon as I get some goddamn gas in me!"[/color]