Snippet #1492939

Zuna Sector, Slumside

As it turned out, the frontman of the patrol figured out Gregory was there at about the same time as the reverse happened, and he made a motion for the rest of the group to stop. Turning to Babayaga and Alex, he spoke quietly. "Suspicious persons spotted ahead. Stay here, and if they turn hostile, move in." With a few terse hand motions, the frontman positioned the other six members of his unit to surround the small group, and as one they stepped into visibility.

"Halt!" the leader intoned, suspicion evident in his tone. This was a largely abandoned area, and though it was not explicitly forbidden for civilians to be here, the fact that this lot were both wandering through unused streets towards Mortix property and also, now that he was close enough to see, wearing masks, was a major red flag. "State your names and purpose." Each man leveled an automatic weapon at the trio, but none would fire unless attacked or ordered to. Already though, their training was demanding they pick potential targets, and each did, two to one, with the pointman's gun aimed squarely at the chest of the one in front, who had some kind of weird eye on the front of his mask.


Verciamo Sector, Alley

Marvin didn't much care for Daphne, the woman he'd been assigned to work with. If he was being honest, she was actually kind of a bitch. Good thing he was never honest, then, because her creepy powers kinda scared the shit outta him. As soon as the fat man stepped out of the craft, Marvin was ready with a chain, winding it telekinetically about the guy's person, pinning his arms to his sides. The false rebel had no idea what the guy's power was, but incapacitating movement was generally a good way to go.

Kevin, the creepy cannabalistic beast-man, approached the other side of the car, and when the door opened without any visible provocation, he blinked slowly, trying to figure out exactly what was going on. The ex-con wasn't the brightest crayon in the box, but even he knew it wasn't supposed to do that. So maybe that was why when the knife appeared out of nowhere and came flying at him, he was able to move quick enough that it only caught him a glancing hit to the side.

Letting loose an animalistic roar, Kevin shifted, sprouting fur, fangs, and claws as he took the form of a large bear. His eyesight diminished, but he was able to detect the intruder by smell alone, and so when the invisible man crept up behind Daphne, Kevin followed, swatting at what looked like empty air but smelled like human and... floral shampoo?

On of the other knives struck Marvin in the shoulder, and he lost his concentration completely, causing the chains to fall ineffectually to the ground at the visible target's feet, scrabbling frantically at the length of steel embedded in his flesh, Marvin soon decided that this was far too painful and went back to trying to concentrate. Finesse had never really been his thing, anyway, so he settled for picking up the nearest trash dumpster and hurling it towards the large man, stumbling back as a wave of lightheadedness washed over him, a combination of the effects of his power and also his bleeding shoulder.

Daphne, for her part, wasn't quite as stupid as Kevin, and managed to figure out pretty quick that they were dealing with supers, one of which could not be seen. Noting the movements of her olfactorily-inclined counterpart, then, she put two and two together and got negative one- that is, minus her life if she didn't move, and quickly.

Luckily, she was good at this sort of thing, and she slid into Marvin's shadow, reappearing in the one cast by the building they were in front of with a self-satisfied smile before drawing a knife of her own. Watching the ground carefully, she picked out the larger man's shadow and threw the blade at it. If it connected, the attack would create a wound only about half as deep as the one it would if she threw it at his physical body, and the other half would be sustained by Daphne herself. A fair trade-off, when your secondary power was the inability to feel pain.


Hellsing Park

The flickering streetlights were the patrol's first clue that something was wrong, but when the hovercraft exploded, they knew where to go, and all six members unslung their weapons, off as fast as their feet could carry them towards the source of the noise. When they stumbled upon a woman with Technicolor hair and another with a foot-tall mohawk, they didn't bother asking questions. It was obvious that neither belonged, and the half-wild expression on the blue one's face (and the sparks issuing from her left hand) was all the proof they needed.

"Fire!" Their Lieutenant called without hesitation, and each man did just that, going more for the spray-and-pray method of combat more than one that relied too much on accuracy. It was pretty obvious they were dealing with rogue supers, and quite frankly that scared a good half of them badly enough that trying to aim would have been about as useful as a knife in a gunfight.