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Atticus continued to walk between his students, gently adjusting their form or showing them the proper motions. He almost jumped at the sudden increase in chatter from his ear piece. Sounded like some kind of attack in the business district, communication was lost with an armored transport vehicle. He made a quick gesture towards his brother, Marcus, to take over while he slipped into the side room and up the stairs into their apartment above the studio. 

He continued to listen to the rapid fire codes that were being tossed around over the ear piece as he closed the door to his room and pulled up one of the floorboards in the closet. He yanked out the chest hidden in the space below and quickly pulled on the pieces of his costume. Shoving the chest under the bed, Eclipse pulled up his hood and tapped a few times on the shades he wore to tint them properly. He easily slipped out the window into the shaded back alley of the studio and vanished into the shadows.

Reappearing in another alley closer to the district he took several seconds to catch his breath [color=0072bc][b]"Ugh, teleportation sucks,"[/b][/color] he pushed out of the alley and continued at a sprint towards the business district, [color=0072bc][b]"could've gotten the power of flight or something, but noo, just had to be shadows."[/b][/color] He skidded to a stop a little ways away from where he could see a massive tank digging it's claws into the armored car. [color=0054a6][b]"Now that's just excessive."[/b][/color] He caught a flash of pink out of the corner of his eye, followed by several cameras, [color=0072bc][b]"Here to join the party Dynamo? It's a big one!"[/b][/color]

He focused back on the tank feeling a flash of concern as it got violently jostled. Big things like that cast huge shadows though, which is just what he needed. He caught up fairly easily, something this big couldn't go that fast, and reached for the comfort of the darkness. He grabbed onto it concentrating on turning it into something else; grinning behind the mask as he formed gauntlets tipped with razor sharp claws at the ends. He jammed them into the side of the tank, slicing through the metal, before beginning to haul himself up; carefully avoiding the clanking treads. Better to end this quickly before anyone got seriously hurt.