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														[@Prosaic][@The Harbinger of Ferocity]


[color=0072bc]Faultline[/color] stayed at the ready, he wasn't any good at reading large predator cats, people were open books. This created a strange uncertainty within the veteran hero, which only put him further on the defensive. The creatures passive movements, its ability to speak directly into his head.  

All of it bothered him to no end. He wasn't sure why he was hoping to get a direct answer from a large cat, maybe he was to use to all the crazies and crack pot Ultras that seemed to love monologues... Mr. Gimmick didn't help that. He made sure to stay still, not trying to invite an attack as he 'listened' to each answer.  So it was definitely using the city as a hunting ground, at least that's what he drew from this, true its not like it could just walk into the grocery store but.. he couldn't let it stand, as the Tiger left, as eerily silently as it arrived he knew he'd have to go after it sooner or later, and a voice in the back of his head told him he'd just missed his best chance..

Once it was gone he let out a small breath but stayed ready, knowing it could easily be lurking and watching still.

[color=0072bc]"Well, I know I may have said it already. But that was a strange, weird strange, even for me. Psychic tigers... something I'd expect to see in a show in Vegas."[/color] he glanced over at the young Frenchman beside himself. [color=0072bc]"Well, you kept your cool pretty well, I'm impressed."[/color]



													-0-0-0 Ping Tom Memorial Park- Chicago- Illinois -0-0-0
															[@ZAVAZggg]

While each man apart of the team was a trained professional, knew to expect the unexpected, when their employer, known for near perfect intel, had stated the target was a standard, you tended to expect a standard.

You didn't expect an old man to take a hail of gun fire enough to put down most Ultra's, stay standing and brush it off like it had all been pointless.  So when they stopped to reload and the words reached them.

"That was pretty good!"  [i]WHAT![/i] "But now it's my turn!" [i]WAIT! WHAT?![/i]  And he fired back, they immediately took cover, reacting slower than normal, but fast enough that only one of their members dropped, the round impacting with his vest and knocking him to the ground, but he was still alive, he'd be up again in a second or two.  The others scattered, ducking behind trees, diving to the ground as the hurried to reload, they were already spread thin, they couldn't move further out without risking catching each other in the crossfire, so now plan B, always have a plan B, if he survived the open volley, try and push him back towards the river.  As each reloaded  and was ready it was guns free, fire at will, each one firing of a few rounds in controlled bursts before moving to reposition in the dark.