[center][h1][color=lightblue]Mina Kreiger (Alloy)[/color][/h1][/center]

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As Chatterbox spoke about Thunderbolt and Whimsy meeting for...something, she supposed, Alloy suppressed a retort. All these bombs going off, and apparently how this guy was dropping em', what could thunder do right now?! Jump into a portal and tackle the guy??? Nonetheless, it wasn't like she had any idea more than "shoot electricity into the portal and hope it sets off his bombs on his side", and she wasn't about to try to disrupt things like this. Not like she had a choice if they wanted to smoke this civilian-murdering asshole sooner than later before he turned up a larger body count. So with that, the metal-covered heroine bolted towards where Thunderbolt was, holding Whimsy closer against her body to try to protect her from shrapnel and flying bits kicked up by the bombs. Save for Alloy's right arm, her metal skin was good for taking the physical brunt at least. 

[color=lightblue]"Coming your way, Thunderbolt, Whimsy in tow. We better haul ass if we're going to do this.

But in case this doesn't work, i want to suggest attempting to detonate his bombs before he throws them through? If i send enough of jolt through a portal that is."[/color]

She felt it was...worth the brief suggestion as she followed Chatter's plan. Just as a backup idea. She just hoped she'd get to Thunderbolt in time to do this thing. Especially as Chatter started barking signals at Headhunter. 


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[center][h1][color=pink]Allison Mead (Excaliblast)[/color][/h1][/center]

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Allison hit the floor and slid towards the side wall, though it wasn't as if she'd totally missed the issue. She could virtually feel the shrapnel whiz by her at high speeds as it embedded itself into the walls and space near her. It rung in her ears like a school bell, one of the old metal ones that ya had to avoid standing next to if you wanted to be able to hear next period. Except in this case it left her much more wobbly than the old school bells ever did, though she couldn't afford to stop. Her sneaker gripped the smooth tile flooring just enough, as she scrambled to get back up as soon as she could. 

This asshole, this damn asshole had come to her school, called out the headmaster and her family and was trying to make it all a living hell. Not that she didn't understand why...but based on her goading attempts and the lesson about the Community her class had....she had to move fast. Or become deaf, which was equally as bad for someone trying to not get shot. Or find something to block her hearing enough to not fall to the next things she could end up hearing over the intercom. Regardless of the potentially imminent doom, Allison shot several long blades out behind her into the floor as she began to climb the stairs. This to try to block being followed, at least quickly. The girl kept one wrist up and ready to fire at anyone, at least anyone she saw that looked like they were with the jokers back downstairs that is, her legs still moving as fast as they could as her other hand was used to stabilize herself as she moved. 

Despite the wobbling on her part, which was fading a bit as she rapidly climbed the stairs, she was gunning for the floor with the offices. She knew the way by heart...not that it was the best thing to know, but it was useful right now at least!!! She'd managed to piss off the bitch on the PA system, it seemed, and that didn't feel like a good thing considering who that person was.