[center] [h3][color=00aeef] Jason [/color] [/h3][/center] [hr] Jason stopped for a brief moment as Hunter disabled the bomb, only to immediately turn and start running as bomb after bomb started appearing. By the time Chatterbox had started calling for him, he was already almost there. Grabbing Whimsy, he put the on his back and started moving. [Color=00aeef]"Do what you do best, Whimsy. We're ending this,"[/color] he said quickly. As he ran past Alloy he scooped her up under his arm, grunting at the added weight and the interruption of his momentum. Flipping his power, he was off. They moved faster than any human could hope to, each step taking them a good dozen feet forward. There was a pattern. A clear pattern. Jason didn't go for the next appearance spot, no, he went for the one [I]after[/I] that, so they'd be there before it was opening. He set Alloy down, crouching as he took her hand. When the portal opened, he'd dash in and grab the little bastard, yanking him out and back into their reality. And he'd make sure he stayed here, one way or another. [hr] [center] [h3][color=571b7e] The Community Strikes Back [/color] [/h3][/center] [hr] [@PlatinumSkink][@Spiffy][@BCTheEntity][@solokolos][@Lemonzest1337] [B] Chapter Two: The Rockers [/b] Everyone around seemed to come to the decision that the HQ was a lost cause, and that continuing to battle there would only result in a worsening situation. Swarm and Firefly exited unmolested by the hallucinatory gas that Mire produced, and we're lucky enough thanks to the blinding to avoid being skewered. Mire promptly followed, crashing through the front doors in a blind rage. Her gas followed, quickly spreading out in the direction of her momentum for several seconds before it would start to fill the street. The unconscious Rockers from the reception area, who were in the street, were quickly blanketed in the gas. At that point, Sheila's phone alerted her of a reply. It seemed the bulk of her forces had condensed together, and had followed protocol to only reply with one message for a group. All in all it seemed only six were unaccounted for, not counting Visage or Pester. Two were in the street, however, but there was no word on the other four. As Chad blanketed a large portion the only remaining intact portion of the bill HQ in lava, things suddenly changed. Another loud crash sounded from the building, and moments later an impressive figure rose above the ruins. Her appearance, from the wings to the general eye-catching nature of her appearance, filled everyone looking with a sense of "Friend / Ally". A well known independent hero, Angel had made her official showing as she flew slowly forward. She was here to help! With a smooth movement, she pointed down towards the groups on the street. And in a burst of smoke, an edge-lord looking man appeared, bow in hand, at street level. Rend, former member of the Minutemen before their disbandment, raised his weapon directly at the gas cloud. He fired before he disappeared, arrows flying from multiple directions towards Swarm's bubble of safety inside the gas, and at Mire before her form was obscured. [Color=khaki]"Stand down!"[/color] Angel commanded as she landed the concrete with enough force to crack it. Rising from her 'superhero landing', she crossed her arms. Keeping just out of reach of the gas. [hr] [@Lemonzest1337][@Yoshua171] [B] Chapter Three: The City [/b] As Sylph blundered, Eyeblight cackled and continued his approach. This was a bad situation all around, but Sylph's mind was already freying at the edges. How could she hope to beat what she couldn't see? She had to know that she was at the limits of what she could take without having her mind ruined from his power. If she could get back to the hole, maybe Outsider could help subdue the madman. As it turned out, that wouldn't be necessary. As Sylph's barrier started up, she could faintly hear a strange sound. Almost like gas? And then a bright light flared against the darkness of her eyelids, accompanied by the sound of a woman yelling. And then came the [I]scream[/I]. A raw, primal sound filled with terror, not unlike the sounds of Eyeblight's victims. But it was in his own voice? If Sylph opened her eyes, she'd see a man in a burlap ragdoll outfit that was on fire. His body was already covered in 3rd degree burns that didn't look fresh, and he was running towards her in a blind panic. Behind him was a stream of fire from a homemade flamethrower that the girl had managed to make up. It seemed Eyeblight had abandoned his Breaker form, was insensate with terror and panic, and was going to jump out the hole in the wall. [hr] [@Crusader Lord] [B] Chapter Four: The Girl [/b] As Allison ran, she could hear footsteps pounding after her, followed by a scream and the sound of something wet hitting the floor. It seemed her barriers were working, at any rate, but for how long? There were a lot of ways through the building, and there were bound to be more goons coming for her. As she went deeper towards the source of the PA system, the sound of [I]many[/I] sirens would reach her ears. "TROLL! WE HAVE THE BUILDING SURROUNDED. SURRENDER IMMEDIATELY OR BE TAKEN BY FORCE, YOUR CALL!" a voice called out from a loud speaker. It seemed the PRT had appeared. [Color=4c787e]"Everyone relax and stay where you are. If you're not with the Community and Troll, you have nothing to worry about,"[/color] the calm voice of Morales came over the speaker. [B]"Oh fuck you, you fucking cumsponges. Go fuck a firetruck you goddamn neanderthal,"[/b] MB's voice sounded over the PA system almost immediately in response.