Mal
Another day, another stakeout. Mal was reclined on a building across the way, observing the movements of his newest group of observables from The Wicked Ones, absent-mindedly scoring a small wolf's head into the wall with his blades as he watched and waited. He'd expected a fight when he overheard talk of an otherkind but so far there'd been nothing but talking, the one called Shadow had even vacated the room with the Other due to her Miasma and another of The Wicked's had proverbially fallen asleep at the wheel while on their own stakeout.
Another day, another uneventful stakeout, that is until Mal caught movement in the corner of his vision, he paid his dues to the trick of the lighting which was awful, but then he saw something grotesque clamber its way up and smash through into the building near the Miasma girl and Mercy of the gasmask clan. Maybe today wasn't just another day, maybe he could finally stop staking out like so many sad men and do something, and so with a leap and a tumble he was sprinting for the abandoned building.
"Shit. Run!"Rang out from the Veteran Wicked and suddenly his legs were in overdrive, and before he could formulate a plan he was leaping through a window in a hail of shimmering glass, his hood drawn up and his skull-mask firmly planted on his face as his boot similarly planted itself on the monstrosity that had oh so abruptly charged in, sending it skidding to one side. "Damn I make good entrances, you wanna dance ugly?" He taunted, bringing his hands up in a boxing style "Let's dance motherfucker." His voice was low, befitting a veteran fighter with a smooth streak, a streak Mal had yet to begin but one he was sure was coming, he was just a late bloomer.
Mal darted in without so much as a glance to Mercy or a buckled-knee from his leap and Miasma-covered entrance, he danced to his own tune and unless this thing could play White Rabbit he was crap outta luck. He met the fanged mutant with a series of quick jabs and low dodges, dancing out of it's reach before darting in with a full-forced swing to the mid-riff, a knuckleblade glinting from what little light permeated the room. For his trouble he felt a claw puncture his abdomen and hit something important, without a word smashing both his blades down either side in an attempt to slice it's arm in two, his blades sunk in deep before he kicked it as hard as he could and sent it sliding back across the room, blood colouring parts of his black clothing before abruptly stopping as he moved back to Mercy.
"So...should I call your friends in that building or just punch big ugly again? Wait, better idea!" He said, turning to Mercy with a somewhat playful tone despite the situation, bracing himself for a charge from the beast before side-stepping and outstretching his arm, clotheslining the thing with as much force as he could muster to put it into the ground, quickly grabbing it's uninjured arm to (with no small amount of effort) put it out the broken window and outside the warehouse.
"It's a good thing I'm a mutant or I'd be dead huh?...." He mused as he clambered out of the mess of a window, spotting Shadow across the way having distanced himself from the Miasma "Hey, Buddy! I've been pretty lucky so far but I think the element of surprise has worn off, care to give me a hand before I die?" He yelled to The Wicked, relaxing as much as he could into a boxing style.
"Another boring stakeout my ass.."