[u]Joint post with SirenSong[/u]

"You mean that [i]plan[/i] you just tried? The one that didn't succeed?" Bast sarcastically replied toward Patriot. "He doesn't have any energy to drain. I read up on his dossier. Our best line of defence is to hit him with everything we've got until we tire him out." Naomi turned to stand next to Patriot, facing both Shock and Fenrir. 

"I'm just as fast as our werewolf friend here. I'll get Shrapnel's attention and get him running after me. I'll try to get him down again and, when I do, I need you all to hit this wanna-be Megatron with all you've got, alright?" She then turned to address Patriot. "I heard about you guys' very first mission as a team. This isn't Icicle. Don't be afraid to put a bit of a hurtin' on him, alright?" She then took off, throwing herself into Shrapnel's line of fire, waving her arms about. "Hey, tin can! Over here!"

"Puny little human!" Shrapnel began hurling pieces of himself toward the costumed heroine, aiming to eviscerate her. Bast managed to dodge every single bit of scrapmetal by performing a few quick movements, a simply turn to the right or left. She was hoping to intimidate him some. With Shrapnel's short temper, she managed to do so with ease. "GRAAAAAHHHH!!!!!" The hulking piece of metal came running straight toward Naomi, who then took off sprinting. [i]"That's it. Follow the leader! Almost there!"[/i] Bast thought. 

Shrapnel managed to follow her for the next two blocks, when they would arrive at what seemed to be like a dead end, the bricked side of a library. Shrapnel reached down at the ground for Bast, trying to scoop her up in his clutches and crush the very life out of her. She had other plan, though. Naomi scaled the bricked side of the building and performed a backwards somersault, vaulting just overhead of Shrapnel. She brought her whip forward and managed to wrap it around his neck. When she finally hit the ground, Shrapnel followed, tugged from behind. "NOW!!! Hit him hard!"

Bast didn't have to tell Fenrir twice, in fact he was moving before Shrapnel had even hit the ground, diving from his concealed spot atop the library roof with a melon sized rock in each taloned hand. It had been difficult to keep ahead of the vigilante and her metallic pursuer without being spotted, even more so to scale the library roof with two heavy rocks, but damn wasn't all that effort worth it now that the payoff was in sight. He'd aimed the drop near perfectly, his heavy form dropping down like an a-bomb, rocks held high to deliver maximum impact. 

He landed before the villain had even got the chance to rise, clawed feet hitting the metal giant's chest. In the same flowing movement he crashed the two rocks down on Shrapnel's steel-like head, a satisfying gong reverberating around the street. The rocks had been reduced to splinters and powder with the force, and the metal metahuman was left with two deep dents, one revealing a hairline fracture, gracing the plate that made up his forehead. The wolfman leapt away before Shrapnel could retaliate, wary of the madman's tricks now. "Mangy mutt..." Shrapnel groaned groggily as he struggled to clear the spots from his eyes. In Fenrir's defence, Bast gave another tug of her whip. "That 'mangy mutt' is kicking your rear-end into the next dimension right now."

Fenrir had to admit that he liked the way that Bast thought. He much preferred hitting a foe until he could no longer stand than peaceably trying to drain him of his energy. That, and her apparent fearlessness in leading Shrapnel away, he was gaining a new respect for her. Perhaps he wouldn't eat her cat after all. . . Perhaps. The big meta crossed over to a nearby tree, about fifteen foot tall with foot wide diameter trunk, planted in the sidewalk. He was momentarily saddened by the scene, a tree that should have been growing strong in the forest forced to scratch out a life in a relatively lifeless city, even if it was one as foliage friendly as Star City. The emotion passed quickly however, he had a enemy to crush now, no time for sentimentality. He put both hands on the heavy trunk, and with no small amount of effort he pulled it from the ground, ready to use it to club Shrapnel into scrap metal the second he tried to get back off the ground.