[IC] Teen Titans: Rising Tide

[RumikoOhara]

With these Eyes I See

Kira see that the aquatic male engaging Tank and decides it's time to begin evacuating the prisoners so she snatches her's and another which is near by and begins to evacuate. It is while leaping from building to the Turtle that she becomes aware that the little Air Car's atmosphere sensor wants her attention.

"Chem Attack!!" It screams in her head as it's rudimentary sensor package alerts her to the presence of a powder that is in the air. The Turtle's position higher in the air means it is out of the range of all but that which has been stirred aloft by the slight winds.

Her War school training kicks in as she remembers everything she was taught about chemical attacks that use a powder as a delivery agent. In movements she has a plan of attack, she dives into the Turtle's sensors and goes into full spectral visual mode. Her mind now enhances the Air Car's computer basically relegating it to an information hub.

The meager sensors begin processing their way through the visible spectrum of light as the air car extends it's spot lights to illuminate the powered in it's variable beam. Infrared, Ultraviolet, X-ray and others are switched through rapid cycles and frequencies.

"All things reflect some form of light" her instructors had taught her, goddess she'd even seen an education show since coming here that detailed the colors reflected by minerals when exposed to Ultraviolet light. All she needed was the correct frequency and she'd have the source.

[Gisk]

"There's trouble outside," Little Brother yelled into his comm in the confusion. Kira, he saw, was already on her way out there with incapacitated criminals. "Kira, assist," he called to her, though she was already working on it.

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It was a lack of communication between the Titans that allowed a villain to slip away. As Kira was trying to track the one responsible for the dust, Frost Bite was making it all but impossible by sucking as much of it as he could away, rendering the Turtle's spectral analysis useless with no trail remaining to the origin of the powder. As civilians(and a few police as well) fled the area to avoid the gas attack, it was most likely that the one responsible was somewhere among the rushing throng.

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As a fireball hurtled toward one of the thugs, Torch ignored the impending third degree burns and disfigurement of his comrade, but did finally stop with his burning of the wall. The circle he burned was nearly complete now, and he seemed satisfied with it as he finally faced Vaeros. He spread his arms at the hero, fire spreading across his armspan like wings, smoke emanating heavily from him. "Alright, birdy. Let's burn this motherfucker down." He pointed his hands instead at Sin, releasing a torrent of fire at her.

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As smoke filled the room, Tank took a small glance toward the easternmost wall, and grunted to himself as he looked back at Anchor, in the midst of his rush. He rolled his eyes at the artless charge, and took a small step to the side, grabbing Anchor's shoulder and arm as he approached and using his own momentum to swing him around in a circle and throw him back across the room again. With Anchor out of the way momentarily, he started towards Torch.

Little Brother saw this and called to Silk Worm, "Intercept!" as he himself was charging. He approached from the rear and right side, ready to swing his staff, but Tank swung a heavy arm across Little Bro's path. Billy brought his arms up to absorb the blow with his suit's elbow armor, but it still knocked him back across the room, where he landed awkwardly on his side, and slid rolled and skidded through the broken glass and out the window. He swirled in midair and launched his grappling line back into the room to re-enter the battle.

Silk stood at a distance, and her braided rope struck forward like a snack, wrapping around Tank's leg. Her power extended into his pants, which constricted and worked desperately to stop his movement. The constriction slowed him to a crawl, but only for a moment as he turned and gave Silk the exact same treatment as Anchor: he grabbed the rope and yanked hard on it. Silk was pulled to the ground and dragged across it for a few feet, and as she lost her concentration, Tank continued through the thickening smoke from Vaeros and Torch's fight, now at a sprint that shook the building. At full speed, he struck the circle of molten brick and burnt plaster that Torch had created, and it fell out with a grinding noise and dropped twenty feet into the alley below, followed shortly by Tank himself. He raised a hand to his mouth and whistled loudly through it as he walked toward the news van that was parked in the alley. He got into the driver's seat as Torch leaped backwards out of the hole as well. Torch was forced to jump through the window of the car, landing in Tank's lap as the man behind the wheel reversed out and started driving away down the street.

Little Brother leaped out of the hole immediately after, gliding into the wall as he blinked and coughed the smoke out of him.

"Kira," cough, "The news van. It's," cough, "A getaway car." Cough, "Stop it!"

[Eyeris]

Silk worm rolled across the floor and came to a stop as she thumped against a desk. She lay there for a few moments, weak and woozy. She had expended a ton of effort to try and constrict Tank. He had eluded her.

The sound of her own coughing woke her. The room was full of smoke. As she lifted her head and tried to see what had happened, a coil of thick woven fabric unraveled itself from her neck, it unfurled, then wrapped itself over her mouth like a bandit’s bandana. The fabric would help filter the air from smoke and whatever other lab-chemicals might be in the air.

Her eyes stung, they had no protection from the pollution of the room. She saw little brother right away, he jumped out of the building through a hole in the wall that certainly was not there before. She wanted to follow him, but hesitated. He was calling out to Kira, she could probably address that situation more quickly.

She looked around inside to count her comrades and any other foes remaining. She didn’t see Tank or Torch, the two must have escaped through the hole. Had they left anyone behind? She drew her umbrella ready to use it as a shield if necessary.

[RumikoOhara]

"Kira," cough, "The news van. It's," cough, "A getaway car." Cough, "Stop it!"

Kira annoyed at being unable to find the source of the strange powder heard Little Brother's alert swung her sensors on him and followed the direction he pointed towards where he was pointing.
The Turtle responded to her mental commands pivoting in mid air as the loading hatch closed sealing up the rear.

She saw a vehicle that was speeding off with the words news written all over it. Fast as the internal combustion engine was it's acceleration was no match for the Turtle. She raced ahead of the van and aimed her sensors at it's windows confirming that it contained her targets.

She could clearly see the one called Tank driving the vehicle and her tactical assessment was that as reckless as his previous actions indicated that she could expect an aggressive response to her own action.

"When Facing a charging foe and you containing a greater mass it is best to anchor your stance" she hears her sword teacher say in her memories

Pivoting to face the speeding Van Kira attacks it's electrical system causing the machine to cease functioning. This causes the engine to stop supplying energy to the friction based propulsion system. Now basically a dead stick Kira drops the Turtle in front of the Van and slows inviting impact. The Hard Ceramic Shell that makes up the Air car's body makes contact with the van's grill and crushes it while barely receiving any noticeable damage it's self. The van's mass at 3855 kg (8500 pnds) isn't greater than the Turtle's 12,000 kg thurst so it resists the weight with ease bringing it almost to a stop when Kira executes her final move.

Dropping the Turtle's nose Kira gets under the van's bumper and then lifts it quickly flipping the Van on it's back. Kira is only mildly satisfied as she sees several gold warning lights flash through her mind. She's abused her little car an now it demands that when she is done with battle that she see to it's health.

"Little Brother" Kira pauses to smile as she enjoys the feel of calling anyone brother.
"The Van is now stopped, requesting assistance at these coordinates will begin containment of the enemy at end of transmission; Kira Out" she finishes as she dives out of the Turtle's side door facing the van which is still rocking on it's back.

She is pleased with her tactics so having taken only 12.73 seconds from warning to this point now if she can only contain the criminals long enough for her team to arrive.

"It is for the greater good that I now offer my bone an blood" she says as she assumes a fighting stance.

[vancexentan]

"Son of a freaking...." Frost Bite growled as watched everyone getting out of the way. How much longer was this going to take? Whatever the situation was at this point was out of his hands. He quickly fused the powder into one big ball once everyone was gone so he'd be able to more easily control the wind. Taking the large ball of powder he condensed it into a small ball by slowly making the ball smaller and then focused on keeping the ball still with one hand as he forced open the back of a nearby tractor trailer with the free hand, which took considerable effort on his part because he had to use the wind to keep it open without breaking it. Man he hated gas attacks or poison attacks because it forced him to completely ignore shit in an effort to make sure it didn't spread. The absolute worst thing that could happen in this scenario was for it to spread out further.

However this internal complaining of his made Frost Bite only more angry with himself and he quickly got back to the job at hand as he forced the ball into the back of the tractor trailer and then let the door drop down trapping the powder inside the back of the truck. "Alright now what?" complained Frost Bite as he went to survey what else he had to do.

[Gisk]

Little Brother was running full tilt down the road, wishing he had a better way of getting around. He heard Frostbite come in on the radio and responded, "Vent the lab and put out the fire. See to those left.

"Anchor, we're going to need you to help with Tank."

Meanwhile, Tank stood up to his full height, having to rip the top off of the news van to do so. He threw the ragged junk of metal at Kira as Torch jumps out of the top. Torch jumped forward, and ignited his hands, thrusting them at the front surface of the Turtle. The ceramic plating dispersed the heat, making Torch's attacks ineffective.

Little Brother was nearly close enough now, and as he approached he unsnapped his cloak, and pulled one of the wire spools from his belt. He attached the clip-end of the wire to the cloak, and threw it at Torch. The cloak covered him, and then Little Brother threw the spool after it. The weight of the spool made the wire spin in a circle around Torch, wrapping him tightly in the cloak. Little Brother struck him a fraction of a second later, striking the vague covered shape of Torch's head with his elbow. Torch fell hard, and while he was on the ground, Little Brother grabbed the wire and pulled it even tighter around him, slamming his foot on Torch's chest. Torch tried to burn out, but the cloak smothered his flames before they could grow intense enough to burn through it.

[RumikoOhara]

The one called Tank attacks Kira with an unbalanced thrown weapon that's flight path while erratic is a poor chance to strike it's target. She leaps the projectile with ease her arc calculated to land her near the drex (insulting tank in her mind) and as soon as she touches down Kira goes into a spinning crouch that allows her to strike her foe just at the back of the knee with a hammer blow from her ankle.

As Kira sweeps Tank she see's his battle partner try and attack the Turtle with a heat attack. She would laugh at the futility of Torch's assault on the tough little craft but she needs her attention on the Drex (Tank)

Even as powerful as her foe is he too is subject to the same physiological flaws as the rest of those who share a humanoid form.

She is pleased to see Little brother taking on Torch with such skill and as Tank tetters on his feet she commands the Turtle to ram him at the shoulders which being a gravitic balance point should put him on his back.

[DR_TRAPEZOID]

Anchor slid once again across the room, propelled far by Tanks throw. Though thrown the same direction, he flew much further this time, sliding across the floor with more speed. When he reached the already broken window, he slid through all the way, tumbling down to the ground floor. It hurt, but nothing serious. Despite the fact that he could get up right away, he lay there for a moment, simply thinking. He had hoped he could overcome this enemy with sheer brute force, but clearly that wasn't the case.

In Atlantis, he had been taught to now show his hand until the enemy had shown theirs. Now that he had a good look at Tank's cards, the deck was stacked. Hopefully, that is. He would have to stay away from Torch, as fire wasn't exactly healthy for an Atlantean. How useful it would've been if he had been allowed to study sorcery back beneath the sea, and douse out the hotheaded adversary.

By the time he was up and ready to get going once again, Anchor was interrupted by a couple of communications by Little Brother. The messages were more redundant than helpful to Anchor, though. As Little Brother Warned him, he saw the van driving away, Tank at the wheel. Though he tried to chase it, he was unable to catch up until Kira stopped it. All the while he ran, his anchor trailed behind him awkwardly, skidding across the asphalt.

Anchor assessed the situation as he neared the van. It appeared that Torch was being handled effectively by Little Brother, and his main Target was to be Tank. Though he knew very little, it was obvious that Kira was readying to ram Tank with the Turtle. Were he to distract Tank, it would almost guarantee the success of her assault. He lined up the scenario in his mind, hoping it would play out like he hoped. So, getting a grip on his anchor, he shouted loudly. "Oi, Tank, you walking slab of meat! I've seen better throws in Little League baseball!" Rahn'Niss adjusted his grip on his anchor, getting ready to attack once Tank was incapacitated.