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[Color=silver][b]Location:[/b][/color] Haly's Circus
[Color=silver][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] The Team 
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The team did well in attempting to allow as many people as possible to escape the giant circus tent, but the ponies were still raging within to seemingly no end. The team was vulnerable as blowing their cover as the young superhero team they were might sabotage their mission. With Zatanna nowhere to be found, the team would need to lean on a different kind of hero. Someone who could give the team a reprieve and bring a swift end to all of this madness. There could be untold ramification for this, but the team needed to remain as Batman had initially stated… Inconspicuous.

[Color=ff2052]“Failing a second mission is not acceptable. Here I go.”[/color] He spoke confidently before making his move. Entering the tent through the hole, this masked and caped man of peak human physique marched forth with a large mallet in hand. Each step was with purpose and people seemed to move around him as they vaguely recognized the hero’s appearance in the midst of the chaos. A teenage boy managed comment

[color=cyan]“Is that-”[/color] The young man’s look of excitement twisted into one of bewilderment as he got a closer look. [color=cyan]“Wait! Who the heck is that?!?!”[/color] The teen said before his body was pushed ahead by the flow of the fleeing crowd. Once enough people were out of the way, he was in full view of the team inside. 

Donning a plastic Superman mask, a blue towel for a caped and wielding the mallet from the High Striker game, the oddly disguised tank top and slacks wearing Viktor presented himself as some sort of bootleg superhero. 

[color=ff2052]“Rainman is here to save the day!”[/color] That’s what Viktor figured the hero was trying to be would say. Whether it fit or not, he sprung into action. He ran in Alisa’s direction first as she surprisingly seemed to be having the most trouble. He ran forth flanking from the right. Without holding back his strength, he used both hands to grip the mallet handle and smack the first pony in the ribs hard enough to cause it to topple over. He then jumped over the downed pony and swung the hammer down on the other pony’s head, making the beast drop to the ground. [color=ff2052]“Help evacuate the citizens!”[/color] He shouted at Alisa as he chased after the two ponies that were on Aleen’a’s heels. As he moved to intercept them, another pony ran straight for Viktor. He sidestepped it, juking the pony before planting his feet and swinging the mallet at the pony’s side. Another toppled. A loud “Oh shit!” was heard from someone foolish enough to linger within the tent. Instead of continuing his chase, he decided to have the ponies come to where he was. Viktor pointed at Aleen’a before shouting in a deep heroic voice.

[color=ff2052]“You there! Run to me!”[/color] Viktor ordered before taking what looked to be a fighter’s stance at first, until he cocked the mallet up and back like he was ready to swing for the fences. Rainman was here. An odd mix of silly and brutal.