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Jason felt his hand close around the head of the villain, and he pulled. The ensuing beat down was a blur as his rage consumed him, and he didn't even stop when the new arrival appeared. It was only when he started talking that Jason tilted his head to look at him, listening.

He was about to reply to the newcomer when the TVs kicked on.

Patriarch.

He watched in surprise, blood dripping from his gloved hands, and abject horror as the hand came ever closer. Ever closer.

He was about to see a man's free will ripped from him, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

[Color=00aeef]"Yeah, Whimsy, we won,"[/color] he muttered as the girl spoke up absently.

And then the bad that had turned worse became the absolute worst case scenario.

Sirens. [I]The[/I] sirens.

Endbringer sirens.

[Color=00aeef]"I know you just got here, kid, but this is all hands on deck if you're willing to risk your life,"[/color] Jason said quickly. [Color=00aeef]"A monster is coming to kill us all, and we need all the help we can get."[/color]

Activating his comms he spoke to his team, letting his voice carry to this Chivalry.

[Color=00aeef]"I'm going. If anyone needs help getting to the staging area, now's the time. I can take two. Chatter, you'd be really useful with the evacuations."[/color]

He'd wait to see if anyone wanted to join him, and then he'd be off to the PRT Building. The staging grounds whenever it was in the US.
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Lillian carefully turned the safety on, slinging the rifle across her back by the strap, and she made her way around the spreading confoam carefully, but quickly, eyeing the hidden Protean warily. The... Things that he'd started, as well, she watched for signs of activation before she broke into a run towards the Director. Sinking to her feet, she started pulling at his shirt to expose his wound, pulling on all the first aid classes they'd had to take. Compression. Stop the bleeding. She listened carefully to his breathing, making sure he didn't stop while she did what she could. She pursed her lips at the realization that she couldn't do enough here, not with what she had at arms reach, and she looked up at Alessa.

[Color=pink]"Messiah, burn the wound. I can't stop the bleeding and he's lost too much already. I can't —"[/color]

[Color=cyan]"Wards, there’s been a new development you need to see!”[/color] Decoy called out over the communicators. A nearby projector animated Patriarch’s broadcast on the wall.

Lillian's face went paler than it already was as she saw what was going on before she turned her attention back to the Director. She wished she could just ignore what that madman was doing, but she could still hear everything. But she couldn't do anything about that, she couldn't help that man, and she had to focus on what she could help with as she continued to do what she could for the Director.

[Color=pink]"We need to get him to medical,"[/color] she said distractedly to no one in particular as she stared at her bloody hands.

And then things got worse.

[Color=pink]"No! No, this can't be..."[/color] she muttered in disbelief. [Color=pink]"Decoy, what do we do?"[/color]

She was frozen in the kneeling position she had taken, rooted to the spot in terror.

An Endbringer. Here.

How?