[color=green]Girard Babcock/Tank
Midtown[/color]

Girard could really pound the pavement once he got moving so the run to catch up didn't take particularly long, though he may have left a few cracks here or there on sharpish turns. It was pretty easy to figure out where he was going once he could hear the sirens and cruisers speeding after the criminals but he still had to close the distance. He had a feeling if anything the police might need some backup because as confident or trigger happy as they could be the wrong Variant(s) could wipe them out quick enough. Not a pleasant sight from his experience and also a reason he as actually willing to intervene to help them occasionally because the less casualties on both sides the better. It was the least he could do to maintain some civility around the city and keep something of a good image for his persona.

Tank heard what sounded like a small blast coming from a nearby alley entrance just ahead and figured he should take a second to scope out the situation. He peeked his helmeted head around the corner to see what looked like a knife against sword fight between a woman and a younger man who seemed to be holding his own for the moment. However his sights quickly focused on the rock man beating the snot out of a couple police officers.

[color=green][i]Well guess I know where I'm needed for the moment.[/i][/color] He chuckled before walking out to the street cracking his knuckles loudly.

[color=green]"Hey Pebbles don't suppose your up for a real opponent huh? These officers have better things to do than deal with some nameless street thugs."[/color]

With that Girard jogged over towards Graffite planning to give him a proper shoulder charge to get him off and way from the police, last thing he needed was to step on one of them or something mid-fight.

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[color=darkgreen]Donovan Macmillian/Abomination
Bywater[/color]

Donovan quietly grumbled every time he saw red and blue flashes from the streets or heard sirens from the cars moving about Bywater. They sure were making quite the appearance tonight over some robbery so it must be something important or valuable, well that was his guess anyway. At least since they hadn't pulled out the big guns yet so that meant it wasn't life or death for whatever people lost it though it might make the blues look bad if they lost it. Either way he was at least intrigued to see who one of the culprits was and if it was actually Underground or just media bull crap spewing everywhere and both options were entirely possible but knowing for sure would be an advantage.

It took a little bit to pick through this part of the district without getting spotted but he had gotten good at doing it safely an most importantly silently. As he got closer to where he assumed the police were searching a bit closer, Bywater had plenty of places to hide though so it would take them time to find exactly where, Don had Anthrax ascend up a building while he dropped a couple larger worms off in useful positions to cover his exit or help in a fight. Never being alone in the city was something he liked about his power and this sort of situation was a perfect use of his little comms network all linked to his mind. His suspicions were right though as he stuck to a darkened spot watching as one Variant...Nox something? The scaled woman looked vaguely familiar though he was freshly woken up so that didn't mean much. It was the other one giving a mini speech that he didn't know for certain but was probably a vigilante though powered or not wasn't obvious.

[color=darkgreen][i]And give that probably hasn't been at this for too long, not real costume to speak of.[/i][/color] Don thought it was kind of funny and felt the equivalent of a mental snap from Anthrax who wanted him to stay focused.

[color=darkgreen][i]You are no fun at all some times.[/i][/color]

While his five worms adjusted position he decided to see how this would play out from out of sight. If he needed or wanted to intervene he was ready to do so though he wasn't sure what to expect from the confrontation.