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Zuna Sector, Slumside

Tank's assault on the poor street eventually caused the concrete to buckle, and his moving target was only just able to fire off a gas canister as ordered before he lost his footing. After that, it was a short, but somewhat gruesome death for the poor man, as he was subjected to numerous concussive blows from the splitting of the asphalt beneath him. In the end, he wound up right beneath John's leaping attack, and the sheer force of impact crushed most of his bones.

The second man who had been trained on Peter fell to the flame cannon as well, but he too was able to release some poison gas, though his capsule malfunctioned and the noxious fumes were only leaking slowly.

Neither of the soldiers had much chance to dodge Hekaton's flying debris, and while the first was lucky enough to have his head severed immediately, his counterpart, a blond woman who had joined MortixCorp but tow days prior, would die a slow, lingering death, gashes in her chest and legs not killing her quite quick enough for her to avoid inhaling some of the gas herself. Her last thought was that neither side knew mercy, not anymore.

Her death left Rasputina and the Magician very much alone for the moment, against three Insurrection members. The building in which the Magician had disguised himself was collapsing around his ears, making the need to vacate it a very urgent one indeed.

Verciamo Sector, Alley

Daphne's extended shadows allowed her to feel the man incoming before she could properly hear his footsteps or breaths, and when he emerged from his own smokescreen looking for another clip of ammunition, she knew that the smart thing to do was to get the Hell out of there. So realizing, she warped through her shadowspace to reach the collapsed Marvin, grabbing onto his shoulder with her still-good hand and taking him with her when next she sank.

Kevin, being a creature of dim intelligence at best, was easily aggravated by the comments about his mother, and picked up on the sound of Alan moving. He could still smell him, too, now that the smokescreen was fading. Those knives were annoying but he was going to find that annoyng little pest and maul him to dea-

Daphne appeared in front of him, Marvin in tow, and Kevin noted grimly that her arm and the corresponding shadow and half her torso had already faded into nothing but shadow. That meant nothing good, and he knew that they could not stay. Marvin was barely half-conscious as it was, and though the beast-man wanted nothing more than to kill the fly he could not see, he was a foolishly-loyal creature, and the look on Daphne's face suggested that cooperation would be the best idea.

So Kevin moved to her good side, making sure that he was in contact with her leg, and Daphne transported all of them. It wasn't a terribly long-range skill, this movement between shadows, but it was faster than walking, and she repeated it until they were well away from their opponents. By the time that happened, though Daphne had lost the use of both arms, half her left leg, and most of her right one. She was more shadow than person, and Marvin struggled to drape her over Kevin's back so they could get the rest of the way back to HQ. The boss wasn't going to like this, but they might be able to placate her with information.

Hellsing Park

Charlie's compelled hovercraft crashed with much ado into the Enigma-controlled construction vehicle, doing significant damage and disabling the drill mechanism, but not enough to stop the machine from continuing forward.

MortixCorp HQ

Freya's heavily-modified cell phone beeped, and she picked it up.

Interesting people, the Insurrection. They know more than you give them credit for. I suppose I am partially to blame for this though. Knight to E-5.

Scowling, the CEO glanced over at the chessboard laid out in one corner of her office. Obligingly, she stood and moved the white knight in question. She had expected that move, of course. It took out one of the black rooks. A good move, on the surface, but the game they played went much deeper than that, and it had only begun.

She was once again interrupted by Adam, and she sighed, both outwardly and internally, so he could hear it. I tire of your moralizing. After that, she shut off her mental connection to him completely. Even the progenitor of her 'race' could not contact her if she did not wish it, and right now, she had better things to attend to than the ranting of an old man long past his expiration date.

She was aware of it when the three she had sent to plant themselves in the protests arrived, and from the fact that Daphne was clearly unconscious, she deduced it had not gone well. She directed several medical bay staff to assist, then focused on the other arrival. Ah, Mr. Vespois. My office, if you please. She was aware that he worked at the ancillary building in uptown that had been attacked, but her hopes of him having much information on this front were rather slim. She was more interested (presently) in his day-job skills, so to speak.