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As soon as Hulkling spoke, the quinjet lurched and shook once more. A sound of screeching metal could be heard as a large panel of the ship’s ceiling was ripped clean off, revealing probably one of the ugliest creatures America had ever seen in her life. Despite her years of travelling the multiverse, America had never actually come into contact with a dinosaur before. That is if you didn’t count Reptil. Despite the emotional turmoil of what today’s mission brought, she was actually excited to have a chance to punch one right in the face. It would seem that that chance would come earlier than expect.

She shot up instantly, soaring straight into the dinosaur and sending her fist right into its beak. The force was enough to send the creature flying. America chased after it out into the sky above the quinjet, intent on following through with her attacked. That was however until she managed to get a good look around. The air around her was filled to the brim with pterodactyls, all of which were now staring directly at her. Furrowing her brow and cracking her knuckles, she grimaced. Time to get to work.

After pummelling several dinosaurs out of the sky, America was happy to see that the other two fliers from her merry team had joined her in the skies, with Reptil now sporting a set of dark red pterodatle wings which mirrored their attackers. With a smile, she continued, diving forwards fists first, tearing through the dinosaurs around her.

“Just be thankful we’re not going up against a swarm of Quetzalcoatlus’s” Reptil remarked, swooping down to land onto the roof of the quinjet, nearby to where she was now hovering. As he landed, his wings began to shrink as his body grew to regain the mass his transformation had distributed elsewhere. His arms however had now changed into a pair of red scaly clawed talons, which reached out in front of him and slashed at a pterodactyl that had been heading towards America, causing it to drop awkwardly out of the sky.

Quetzalcola-what?” America questioned, as she sent her foot into the wings of another attacker.

“Trust me, you don’t want to know!” Came his reply, as Humberto took to the air once more, diving into a pterodactyl.

You thinking Stegron?” America asked as she swung her arm around to retaliate against another attacker.

“Wouldn’t surprise me!”

As America punched her way through the swarm, she began to formulate a plan of action in her head. Before she could put anything into words however, her communicator erupted into life, with Kate’s voice filling her ears.

“I get that you’re having the time of your life up there, but I’m pretty sure I can’t keep this quinjet flying for much longer!”

At once, America turned her attention to Hulkling. “You heard the woman! We need to get her out of there!
@Famotill Should i wait until you send out the PMs before posting?
@Zelosse This help?
Well, you could always just have an easy win at STAR labs? :P Or arrive there to find her already gone? That way t2wave could possibly continue if they ever wish to try and rejoin?

At first the “No hospitals” comment completely confused Tyrus, with his face clearly mirroring this feeling. Yet after a couple of seconds of blank staring, along with a series of mental questions, the young Robin finally got his head around to why hospitals probably weren’t the greatest ideas in their line of “work”. All you had to do to figure that out was to look at the masks covering each other’s faces. Hospitals meant unmasking. Losing one’s mask was probably the worst thing that could happen to vigilantes, minus getting killed or severely beaten that is. Losing your mask meant the bad guys would know who you are, who your family are, as well as everything that was precious to you. Hospitals meant unmasking.

Nodding, Tyrus backed away slightly, intent on agreeing with her decision of not going to the hospital. Still though, he wasn’t convinced that her wound was “only a graze”, especially given the clumsily way she got onto her feet. Despite this though, Tyrus had to say he was impressed. He didn’t know many people outside of action films who could keep on going right after getting shot. He decided to mention this to her as she was wrapping her arm with some gauze, but before he even said a word, his invitation to help arrived.

Oh, yeah! Of course, right away.” He replied maybe too eagerly as wannabe punk kid stepped forward to help her with tying her bandage.

"Can you take me to Grant's Gym? I think the help I need is there."

The second request threw him slightly. Part of his him wished to decline. Beating that group of moronic thugs before wasn’t going to change the situation here in Devil’s Square one bit. The Riddler and Cluemaster were going to tear this place apart if no one managed to stop them. He had to stay and help! Yet he knew that if he did, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if anything happened to the purple clad girl, whatever he name was. Besides, Devil’s Square wasn’t going anywhere! What harm could one little detour be?

That’s that dive in Midtown right?” Tyrus asked as he finished up his work on the gauze, before stepping towards the edge of the rooftop and glancing around, getting an idea of their current location. “Piece of cake.

Finding his bearings, a smile etched into his face slightly as he spotted a relatively tall building in the direction they were to be heading, that was luckily in good grappling distance. However, before he could throw out his billy club, his mind flashed back to the incident in the alley moments early. Maybe his club wasn’t the greatest idea right now? Especially since there’d be two to a line.

Mind if I quickly borrow this... Uh. What is your name again?” He asked, as he scooped up her grappling hook from where she had previously dropped it on the floor of the rooftop.

With both hands gripped tightly around the gun’s handle, he aimed it carefully, and in an extremely slow manner, towards the neighbouring rooftop. Once he had his target, he fired the, propelling the grapple across the sky. The sound and feeling was so satisfying, that he accidently let out a snort “Sweet”, before straightening up and turning back towards the fellow vigilante.

He outstretched his arm, before flashing a grin. “Care to join me, m’lady.

That was probably smoother in his head.
Should I post my CS here first? I know I posted it before, but I don't believe Nemo was officially accepted?

lol doing it anyway



In regards to the other mini spoiler that Drew mentioned, I really need to catch up on Vision!!

Thought I'd say though, the idea of possibly bringing on a Sam Alexander Nova was crossing my mind the other day if i ever decided to bring in another character. In order to reduce the number of teen supers in this RP though, I was going to have him be a college dropout in his early twenties (he had to look after his mum). Also planning on having him be wheelchair bound too.

That being said, I'm too busy right now to create a new characters (^^ only said all this as i wanted to put it all down somewhere), so if you wanna give Nova a go KL, be my guest :)
Apologies i've had a somewhat busy week but i have a free day tomorrow so i'll get a post up @Lord Wraith
How has it taken me this long to realize that Grant is Wildcat? jfc i'm slow
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