Bailey waved to the guy who's head was on fire, but as he did so, the guy found himself beset by another Fire Troll. Probably best leave him to that, he was doing well anyway. Bailey looked around, before the big, pretty, blonde guy with a funny hat looked at him and told him not to just hand the guy over. Bailey scowled. He didn't hand the wizard over to those government guys before, he wasn't gonna hand Arthur over to some Fire Trolls now.
"I'm not saying we need to hand him over. But if they're after him, we need to find him and protect him long enough to find a way to end this." He said, nearby he saw one of the Fire Trolls being knocked against a building, the great plumes of fire that was its hair belching up into the building.
"OH CRUD!" He yelled, before jumping up several thousand feet into the air again, cursing ever getting this Speed of Mercury, before shooting back down again and landing on the street next to it, not cracking the sidewalk as he seemed to land fairly softly. Probably something in his powers to keep him from destroying everything when he did the superhero landing. Moving to the Fire Troll, he pushed its back so that it feel onto its front and the plumes of fire were in the middle of the street, as opposed to setting fire to the building it had leaned against. But he was a little too late, the fire had made its way into one of the apartments. He looked back at the blonde guy.
"Keep those Trolls back, i gotta save these people." His hand was about to move out to try and websling, but Bailey at least was beginning to get that his build had changed completely, meaning that that button didn't do what it was supposed to anymore. He took a deep breath and jumped straight through the broken window where the blaze was creeping through the building.
As he entered into the apartment, he saw an old man hooked up to a life-support machine, staring at the fire, powerless to do anything about it.
"Don't worry, i'm here to help." He looked at the fire that was quickly spreading through the apartment, rushing to the door, he was about to open it, but quickly realized that that would only help the spread. He looked around, then at the old man.
"Anyone else here?" He asked. The old man wheezed into his respirator, but shook his head. Bailey scowled, who would leave an old man to his fate and save themselves.
"Alright, let's get you out of here." He said. grabbed the small life-support machine and the chair, running over to the window. He knew he needed to fly and be gentle, he was holding someone who was rather fragile. Right, just need to fly regularly. Just a nice, normal flight. Slowly raising out of the window, he daintily floated into the sky. Alright, this was working, this was good, he needed to get this guy to the local hospital, they could look after him. As he did, he heard the roar of the beasts.
“KING ATLAN HAS RETURNED.”Before they started marching back towards the river. He breathed a sigh of relief, at least they were retreating... Oh that guy he left in Central Park, he needed to deal with that. But one job at a time. Floating higher than some of the rooftops, he flew as fast as he dared attempt towards one of the local hospitals. Luckily there were people on the roof as they were air-lifting several people from the attack to here. Floating down, he put the old man and the machine down, looking at one of the nursing staff.
"Excuse me, this mans apartment is on fire, can you please look after him?" He asked. The nurse looked the 6'5, firey haired goliath of a man up and down.
"Sure..." The nurse replied, a little confused. Bailey nodded, before taking another running jump and landing back at the battle site, looking at some of the rubble... He needed to deal with that Troll in the park... But people here were in trouble. Priorities were hard. Alright, deal with the trouble here, then go wake up the troll. And what about Arthur? Eh, if they were leaving, then Arthur was either dead, captured or had talked it out. In any case, people were going to die if he didn't do anything right here, right now. Hearing several ambulances closing in, he ran towards some of the rubble nearby and began carfully picking through the larger pieces, moving them to the side, finding a few people beneath. He quickly moved some of the larger debris to allow the medical personnel that had arrived on the scene. This was a rather interesting experience. Usually when he had to help in the past, he had to be careful with what he lifted. Large pieces or rubble were usually the bane of his existence and the thing that usually made him have to step back and let the big guys take care of it. But now look at him, he was one of the big guys. It felt like one of those old movies where the hero was lifting up the big boulder that was clearly made of styrofoam, but this was real, this piece of building had to be at least 20 tons and it felt no different than a small carton of milk from the shops. Finally recovering the largest piece, he carried it across the street to the waterfront and put it down. The thought occured, just because they had gone away for the moment didn't mean they were 100% finished. He looked around at the other heroes.
"So, do you think that this King Atlan guy is just calling them back to regroup before beginning another attack? Because all the Troll i talked to said was that if Arthur isn't destroyed, it'd lead to an unending war for Karaku the King of the Fire Trolls and the King of Atlantis, who i can only assume is this King Atlan guy. Do we know where this Arthur guy is? Was he captured? I hope he wasn't killed."
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