[center] [h3][color=00aeef]Jason[/color] [/h3][/center] [hr] Jason frowned beneath his helmet, keeping himself slightly superimposed over the villain while he stayed at the ready. Like this he couldn't really [I]do[/I] anything, and the senseless murder around him just made him burn with a cold rage. And when the villain announced that he wanted to fuck with Whimsy? No. He moved so that he was always between this kid and his ally without directly getting in the way of his partners as best as he could. If he had to he could grab both her and Chatterbox and get them to safety or pounce onto the villain order to take him out of the fight. [hr] [center] [img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjQ0LmU5MzJmMS5UR2xzYkdsaGJnLCwuMA,,/pink-gladiolus.one.png[/img][/center] [hr] Lillian stopped suddenly, her eyes flitting up towards the direction Protean was about to — There he was. She couldn't help herself as a shudder ran through her. Not one of fear, though she was afraid, but one of [i]anticipation[/i]. She felt a very primal desire to bash in his dumb face, stepping forward one step before she realized what she was doing. Her fists clenched either as she felt the itch to transform. [I]Need to get him outside,[/I] she reminded herself. They'd cause less problems structurally if they went outside. And he caught on in mere moments, which was all she needed to dive into action herself. She couldn't transform, not yet, because it would slow her down. As he charged, she tensed before the projection appeared and intercepted. [Color=pink]"Acknowledged,"[/Color] she replied to Tulpa, motioning for the others to follow as she dashed towards the exit. Outside she could go to her biggest...