[Drat. The one time I was hoping for a miss. [b]7.[/b] Let's go for give ground.]

Well, when in Ring, do as the wrestlers.

"Yes! You know it to be true!"  He's strutting, casually sidestepping blasts, a swirling silver nanite cape manifesting down from his soulders, the heel every wrestler loves to hate. "Listen to your friend, peons. Any dissidence or dissent can only be struck down with the full might of the media! But don't fear! I'm sure that when we rise up and unseat the bourgeoisie, there will be equality for all, regardless of birth!"

Despite himself, Brainstorm can't help but smile. Finally! Adoration! Recognition! Granted, it's the recognition of pubescent privileged trust-fund babies, but it's working! He's doing it! He could make this work! And Angelica has a point, after all--who cares what the pigs in power call him, if he's still helping people? Sure, it'd mean figuring out a new name, and heaven knows he agonized over that for literally weeks, and a new costume too, and he's gonna have to fight Euna.

Oh fuck.

He... He really doesn't want to fight Errant. Not sure he's got what it takes, if Errant stands in front of him and tells him to stand down, to say no.

His train of thought and the skylight shatter at about the same time, and he stops, mid-battlefield, to point up. "No! Bad scoreboard. Wrong!" 

Fuck him, what was he saying with "Try sixteen?" Sure, try sixty-four. Maybe Euna could win this--she's had training, after all, in fighting an entire skyscraper at once. And despite himself, he's still only one person and soon it's all he can do to avoid being one smear on the pavement.

So, get off the pavement. Get in the air. Locker's with Angelica. He should be there too. Look around, find the broadcasting booth, get between her and as many Spiral troopers as he can.

[And that's a miss on Defend Someone. Marking XP]