The three men turned around, two of whom nodded to one another and began to approach Red.  Whilst the third continued wailing on Hana's protective shield.

Red eyed his surroundings.  The two men began to pick up speed.  He knew he didn't need to beat the duo, and probably couldn't anyway, he merely needed to waste their time burning off whatever it was that was powering them.  Make them work.  And any extra shots he could get in would just be a bonus, and would further help make them bring the fight to him.

They had got up to a charge now, Red crouched.  Swiftly he side-stepped and rolled off to the right, the two men crashed into each other, having charged him in too close quarters.  Veins throbbed out of their musculature, and their breathing accelerated in frustration.  Red smiled as he knew what it would mean for the substance rapidly burning through their bodies.

This time the two lumbered in their approach, Red went back left, took a few steps up a wall and attempted to use his momentum to snap off a fly kick at one of their heads.

The only thing that felt like it might have snapped were the ligaments in his ankle.  It was like kicking a wrecking ball, and if there had been any give at all, Red hadn't noticed it.  All he'd noticed was terrible pain.  For the first time in his life, real searing physical pain.  His foot felt damaged underneath him, and with it so did much of his speed advantage - his best weapon in buying the time necessary to win this fight.

He was back under the hole, and had assumed a martial arts pose he'd seen in one of the movies he'd watch with Hayden, when a voice came from above.

"Hey Red!"  It called down to him.  "Take one!"

Red remembered some of the stories CeCe had told him in the past, and thinking of who could possibly help him at a time like this, just uttered a [color=red]"Je--Jesus..?"[/color]

Julian sighed and called down.  "Julian, but close enough.  Just use one."

Red inspected what he was being given, and found it to be a small steel case of some kind, similar to what the man upstairs had when he-- ah!

The two men recognised what he held, and glancing between themselves, they began to lumber into a charge.

Red pulled a patch out and slapped it on the outside of his wrist, very little of his person wasn't covered by his kevlar outfit, and as his hand throbbed and quickened, he watched as the world seemed to shrink away.  His foot seemed to return to strength once more.

The two men charged, Red quickly put his left hand behind the neck of the first and used the man's own momentum drove him into a wall, without stopping to watch his own handiwork.  He then grabbed the other by the neck and threw him into the ceiling, causing a large cloud of plaster, before stepping back as the thuggish robber landed flat on his face on the floor.

He stepped back, and tried to focus on his breathing and keeping a steady pulse.  He had used only one patch and had no idea how long he had before it would run out.

He turned to face the two when he heard Hana call out his name from behind him.  He turned, just in time to see the third turn back and slam her into a crumpled mess herself.

Red fell on the man like a force of nature, hands to the man's face and throat, as the panicked brute tried to stop him from getting purchase.  He managed to lock in a hand around his neck, before scratching and clawing the man would break free again.  The racing pulse, the rapid breathing, he was burning through the juice at an accelerated rate, and then Red managed to find a new hold - grabbing a fist full of hair, and stepping back to drive his face into the ground, cracking the tiles in the process.  He released him, and watched as the man seemingly shrank before his eyes.

Underneath the hole in the ceiling, the other two began to get back to their feet.

Red offered a hand out to Hana, along with an awkward smile from a blood spattered face.

Dandelion had begun to reconstitute himself, and took his place besides them.  The numbers now seemed far less daunting.