"Well shit," Enrico sighed loudly, a finger massaging his temple as the terrrorists began to act, revealing the explosives they strapped to themselves and the detonator in the ringleader's hand. And, for good measure, the big boss decided to use the pause caused by the great big reveal to go for a kill. Well, it would've been a kill had this brown haired fellow with a sword not decided to play hero and slash the rifle in half, protecting the Deputy Captain, if his reading of the insignia ranking was correct. Naturally it ended with a bunch of guns getting pointed at the guy, but Enrico had to respect his foolhardy courage. Even if the guy ended up going all swiss cheese on them all, at least he (kind of) saved someone, and the Spaniard had to respect that kind of selflessness. No matter how stupidly impractical it was.
Fortunately the hero wasn't breathing from a dozen new holes, and evidently got their terrorist leader to start ranting at a camera about their motives. Ten million. What a joke. They could probably get more money, more safely by just robbing a bunch of banks. Enrico would know, having experienced it first hand. Though to be completely honest, people willing to blow themselves up and take superpowered hostages in a land full of other superpowered people for $10,000,000 probably weren't the type to really think things through. Still listening, Enrico swore upon hearing the 'one dead every half hour' before taking inventory of the surrounding area. He registered a glint in the distance as he circled the crowd and heard the sound of a rifle firing. Ah, so they had a sniper. Great. And it seemed that that particular revelation had incited the terrorist to begin actively attacking. Even better.
Enrico invoked Aidos Kynee, and draped the black mantle over himself. To outside observers, he'd appear the epitome of normalcy, and that's what he needed. As he maneuvered himself into a position behind the terrorists, he registered frozen terrorists, the Deputy Captain falling from a sniper wound, a young man going to help, and a skeletal-looking boy going absolutely ballistic against his enemies. That last image hit Enrico harder than it should've.
Crumpling a straggler with a swift kick to the back of the knee, the Connector of Perseus wrapped his arm around his victim, putting the poor terrorist into a chokehold before throwing him aside when the deed was done. He proceeded to repeat a similar process to taking down a few more stragglers and those who chose to stay put and fire. Usually a chokehold, sometimes a head slamming against another head, and other times breaking a few kneecaps or arms. Upon locating a masked terrorist, Enrico looted the concealing headgear and placed it on himself before dispelling Aidos Kynee. A mask was just as effective as a magic cloak, and it didn't waste his Reiji.
Just as he was incapacitating another, the clouds parted, a heavenly spear descended, and a ray of light shone on a child in white, speaking the words of a saint. Enrico would've been touched by those words, had he not been in the process of choking someone out. They were beautiful words though, but they served much better as a distraction. Anyone with strong enough convictions and a loud voice could make people believe in them, and it seemed to have kept the terrorists at bay for the length of the speech. Unfortunately, the leader retaliated by rousing his troops with a speech of his own and taking the girl's execution into his own hands. Enrico sighed, he was tired and not all that good at true hand to hand. Stealthy precision attacks that drop people fast and efficiently was more his forte. It wasn't as if he had gotten out of all his fights unscathed. Chokeholding somebody was simple enough, but breaking someone's bones or slamming them against their ally definitely involved some entering of frays. He looked down at a terrorist's gun.
"...Screw it," he resigned, picking up the gun and aiming for legs.
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