[center][img] https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/290977655627448341/292171024986800128/coollogo_com-163531103.png[/img] [img]https://i.vgy.me/weS5zP.png[/img][/center] [center][b]Terra | Fletch | Abigail[/b][/center] It seemed as though Icon had taken a bad hit, so David had rushed to join his side against the alien. After pressuring the stranger it seemed as if his help was no longer required, which was fortunate as the tank had found new targets in the form of civilians. [i]‘How are they still here?’[/i] He mused, and rushed to the skies. With all this jumping around his attention and focus were being worn thin, his stamina might get a bit worrisome soon. In fact, a probably usually emerged around this point. So why hadn't it? But all in all, the constant jumping and running around were starting to remind him of his earlier days as a parent; except with debatably more fighting. Returning his attention to the aliens, he noted that even while it was under constant attack, the tank found the time to shoot someone else. Even that weird tentacle girl wasn't enough to keep it occupied. Several turrets on the massive three-story tank turned to face the civilians, the timing was going to cut it close. As they lit up, David dropped from the air, in between the crowd and the tank, and held his hands forward. Half of the street rose up, answering his call, forming a wall ten feet high, giving the people a chance to keep running. All except for a mother and child who had tripped over some metal debris. The alien weapons began to tear through the wall, turning his construct into chunks of molten rock and cement, David turned to wrap his body around the two and shielded them from the explosive beam fire. He grunted as particle flares bloomed across his body and all around them. The flash of the bombardment began to block out all other lights, filling his vision with white. ---------- As she continued to screw in the arrowhead onto the shaft, Fletch listened as Iron Knight gave an inkling to the idea that the massive tank could be electronic in nature. Knowledge of this forced a smile on the archer’s face. [i]Just what I needed to hear,[/i] she thought to herself as she felt the sudden stop as the arrowhead finally stopped being attached to the newly-formed arrow. Finally looking up, she watched as a few more of the alien foot soldiers started to come closer to the heroes. The armoured hero then indicated that there was an imperfection in the tank’s tough exterior. It took a while to scan the surface, but the archer finally spotted the small hole that was in the side of the tank. While with a normal arrow she was confident with hitting the mark, but the new arrow tip was another question. [color=e38c2d]”You guys certainly don’t make things easy,”[/color] she replied, notching the arrow onto her bow. Compared with the sleek shape of the arrowtips she was normally seen with, the arrowtip was crude in nature. It had a cylindrical shape to it, though most of it was hollow on the tip end of the arrow. While the casing of whatever was inside the tip was not visible, but the multiple batteries and capacitors on the outside of it. Whatever the purpose of the arrow was, it was clear that the arrowtip was much heavier than usual, so it would be more difficult for a straight shot to happen. [color=e38c2d]”Iron Knight, I’m not sure of the range of this, so try and get back as far as you can. Other than that, I need some cover to not get hit. Don’t have the fancy armour or superpowers to take a hit.”[/color] As she finished saying this, she got up and made a hell-on-wheels dash for the tank. —----------- The beam barrage began to fade. The smoke and dust floating in the air hung for several more moments and the tank began to focus its guns elsewhere, the sound of its engine revving, and its giant 10-meter wide treads shredding the cement, would mask any subtle sounds. Like the sound of two people running away. [color=ed1c24]“Iron Knight’s been here awhile. Let me share this burden. I will get its attention!” [/color] The tank immediately turned several of its side guns towards David, shredding through their self made smokescreen, and tearing apart a large earthen staircase. But David remained hidden, somehow, somewhere. A sharp snap-hiss preluded to a bright blue light, piercing through the higher areas of smoke, revealing a formerly hidden David, now air-borne, the light then changed into an elongated shape. Swinging his arm around like a whip, David flung his new construct towards the tank, and a long arm of lightning wrapped around the tanks’ massive 50-meter cannon, and yanked it back. It pulled back on him, like a game of tug-of-war, or like a fish fighting your hook. Any guns that had sights on him started firing, with others turning to try and get an angle on him. David gave it another tug, jerking the hundred something ton behemoth, the cannon on top continued to try to pull away. Its engine and alien armor began to rev horribly and screech loudly as it resisted. —----------- One nice thing about being a passenger in her own head, at least right at this moment, was that the smoke and noise didn’t hurt. No stinging eyes or ringing ears. It [i]was[/i] making things harder to observe, however. She wasn’t used to anything more noisy than maybe a gunshot, so trying to parse details was getting difficult for Abigail. She was, however, acutely aware of the thing’s mood, which took a decidedly sharp negative turn as its plaything was moved. Her possessed head whipped around as it dropped the end of the tank it had been lifting, staring with inky black, bottomless eyes at the person wielding lightning as the massive armoured vehicle thudded to the ground. The treads on that end finally caught ground again and the whole thing jerked sharply forward, though her body just sidestepped the motion with not even a glance. The eyes fixated only on the man in front of it. A multi-jawed wolf head appeared in the blackness around her for a second, snarling, then faded back into whatever lay beyond. A multitude of insectoid legs and disturbingly human skeletal arms swarmed near the ground, lifting it up slightly. —----------- She had to admit, the mad dash to Sherman Center had drained the archer of her energy. Her lungs burned with exhaustion. The left side of her chest screamed from overexertion. But she had to bite the bullet and push forward. Push beyond her racing mind on the verge of melting down. For now, her focus was on that gap in the gargantuan tank’s armour. Her pace towards the tank came to a slow stop. She was 30 yards from the tank. It was a bit too close for her liking, being physically vulnerable to any of the aliens’ attacks. It was, however, also the perfect distance for a guaranteed hit. She drew up the compound bow. String to her nose and chin, she locked on through her scope and peep sight. Her heaving breath made it more difficult to get the shot through, trying with all her might to try and slow it down. Her mind racing, she focused on a happy place of her being at the archery range. After what seemed like an eternity in her mind - 15 seconds for those around her - she managed to get everything in her technique lined up as her release aid snapped open. The heavy arrow lurched from the bow. It arched ungainly towards the tank. The shaft started to spin out of control as it went closer to the gap in the tank. [i]BZZZT![/i] The arrow tip crumpled under the impact. Electricity surged through the circuitry inside the tip. The large capacitors sparked into overload. Once done, a huge surge of an EMP that radiated out from the small gap in the tank. The outside of the tank would have been enough to possibly shield the brunt of such a pulse, but past its defenses? It would be complete havoc on anything electrical. Sparks flew out of any small opening in the tank. Each of the smaller guns, held up by any electrical circuits, began to sink the barrels to the ground. Any shots from the guns, any movement from the treads, anything that had been controlled by an electrical system was completely shut down. Even from a hundred yards away from the impact, any weaponry from the pulse the aliens and/or heroes had were completely disabled. It was this reason why Fletch warned Iron Knight if he hadn’t figured it out for even his suit was powerless against this force of nature. Fletch watched as the systems in the tank began to shut down. She didn’t hesitate to respond to the end result. [color=e38c2d]”NOW!”[/color] she screamed hoarsely as she sank to her knees from exhaustion. [color=e38c2d]”Destroy it while it is down!”[/color] From there, she allowed herself to try and recover from the trek, completely shutting off from her surroundings. [center]—-----------[/center] That EMP arrow Fletch fired sent out a powerful wave that disrupted the tank and the tech of nearby soldiers. Despite not being technically inclined, even David could see that was impressive. Had she made that on her own, maybe she had knowledgeable friends? Whatever resources she had, the archer had impressed him once again, he began to wonder just a bit if his power was [i]that[/i] special, when people like her and Iron Knight existed. The powerful electrical pulse counted tech, but it also disturbed the bonds between his electrical lash and himself. The ‘whip’ fell into hundreds of harmless sparks that fell onto armor or the ground. Fortunately, it was no longer needed to distract the tank. With the tank no longer moving, now was the time to finish it off, and remove one more obstacle to saving the Earth. David swooped back down in an inverted curve, clasped his hands firmly around the tanks main cannon, and tugged back on it. The metal screeched as it was ripped from its mounting, revealing dozens of aliens underneath it, who shouted in alarm. David spun around and threw the cannon off into the horizon, towards the sea; he vowed to remember to pick it up later. [color=ed1c24]“Get out!”[/color] David shouted to them, as if they could understand, then waved them off with his arm; he made another effort for that strange woman before returning his attention to the aliens. They started shouting at each other, some scrambling to escape out the hole he made, while others tumbled out of gun ports, or various other hatches. As soon as it looked like they had all evacuated, David held both his hands up above his head, focusing his energy, as much as he could muster here. [color=ed1c24][i]Your energy..[/i] [/color] It felt as if something stopped him momentarily, his mind changed, like he was about to do something dangerous, and he focused on a different idea. Back to the root of what he wanted, what he desired for this, power, and in his head that had meant fire. Wild, living, blazing, and like nothing else. A radiant red light shined brightly above his head, a giant pillar of red hot flame shot from in between his hands and into the sky. David grabbed this pillar with his hands, leaned back slightly, then bent as far forward as he could, swinging his searing construct down, bisecting the road and the tank in one seamless swing. The molten halves of the tank fell sideways, revealing a cross section of dozens of inner, now empty, rooms and hallways in the tank. After a few more seconds something deep inside began to shudder, an unknown energy began to shoot off wildly then exploded, taking the rest of the tank and its unused ordinance with it. The best weapon the aliens had on the ground exploded into a brilliant blossom of fire. He fell onto the ground in front of Fletch, shielding her from the fire and the shockwaves of the explosion with his body. As all the chaos and commotion from this final act of destruction subsided, David took a step back, and gave Fletch a quick thumbs up. But she looked so tuckered out, she might not even have noticed it. [color=ed1c24]“Good work, Fletch.” [/color]