Spiral Goons are attracted to [b]@Sarahphim[/b] like a moth to a flame.

They're not thinking right. They're breathing deep on mind control gas, instincts dulled, personalities suppressed. But even then some stirring deep in their hearts tells them that this is a hero. This is the [i]target[/i]. The other threats here don't matter in comparison to the fame, the [i]glory [/i]they can get by bringing down @Sarahphim. They come after you, super-powered zombies, condensing into a solid cluster of power armour.

You're holding them off, backing up, drawing the majority of the horde along with you while avoiding their counterattacks. They're shoulder to shoulder, almost scrambling over each other as they come at you. You've got all the advantages here, what do you do with it?


[b]Errant![/b]

You come face to face with two elite Spiral troopers. Their armour is larger and deadlier than those of the more common goons, each holding crackling thunder-sabres. They take fighting stances and advance towards you with synchronized determination -

And then one of them stabs the other in the back and she goes down in a twitching, electrified heap.

"Hnn," rasps a familiar, haunting voice from behind the helmet's voice filter. "Don't get high on your own supply. Right kid?"

She stabs her sword into the ground and then turns around to show that her own backpack has many lights that have started blinking an ominous red.

"Looks like we're both off mission, huh?" rasped Sabrem. "They pack you kids with bomb squad skillwires still, or was that a heroic sacrifice I just made?"

[b]Brainstorm![/b]

You're hanging back, observing the flow of the battle - and one figure stands out clearly. Levitating down from the sky, cross-legged, it's the creepy hive queen Spiral Goon figure you saw back at the convention. She looks straight at you from her elevated position and you get the distinct feeling that she's assessing the situation, taking in the chaos, figuring out the tactical manoeuvres required to bring things back under control. If you don't do something to stop her you're going to go from fighting disorganized superzombies to fully capable and professional supervillains. What do you do?

[b]Angel-IKA![/b]

Locker fights like he's losing.

He takes a lot of hits. He goes onto the ground all the time. He's visibly bruised and limping. He always looks like he's seconds away from total disaster. But he's also holding off twenty power armoured goons with nothing but a claw hammer. Whereas you? You're clutching your broken chair leg in a stance somewhere between 'baseball bat' and 'I saw this in [i]Duellists In The Rose Garden[/i] one time'. Not for the first time you check to see if you can transform into a sexy badass werewolf lady with claws that can tear through composite armour. Not for the first time you are disappointed.

But you're ready to do it. If Locker can fight even when he's that outmatched so can you. You stare down the megagoon, raise your weapon, and prepare to charge.

He... aims his gun at the roof? Fires a laser pointer dot?

CRASH

The ceiling shatters as a missile shoots down through it and you're knocked onto your back. Glowing yellow lights cut through the smoke. You see the ominous shape of a Zeta TAG looming above you and stare down the barrel of a riotstopper. You double check your latent werewolf potential just in case.

Then the lights flicker green. The TAG turns to the side and blasts the Spiral trooper in centre mass with fifty kilograms of adhesive. 

Ferraphim1tp: FINALLY
Ferraphim1tp: I thought they'd never drop this fucking thing >:3

[quote=@eldest][accepting shift, regen erases moves, changes ability, changes appearance]

She comes back to herself, blinking. While before she was edges, now it's gentle curves, whorls of etching on her face and arms, somewhat reminiscent of the ocean. She resists the urge to tug at the bindings for now, pointedly ignoring the tingling from it, certainly just the electricity. "Do you need some tea to calm down? I can recommend a few good blends." 
[/quote]

"Calm down!? I am responding exactly proportionately to the situation, how [i]dare [/i]you tell me to calm down!?" said Victoria proportionately. "How dare you even talk to me!? Don't you know who I am!?"

There was a note of desperation in that last bit.

"That's fine. [i]Fine[/i]," she said with the bare minimum amount of fine. "Doesn't matter. Soon everyone will know [i]exactly [/i]who I am and what I'm capable of. Ha. Ha ha ha ha ha!" The laugh was involuntary, a stress giggle that turned into a horrified battle against herself when she realized what was happening. "It's," she clenched her teeth, trying to stop the twitching in her face. "Fine."