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Genji Shimada     Welcome to Slum Urbania, a place where even the police and local militaries are hesitant to act. Case in point, a weapon storage depot out in a particularly bad area. Normally the military presence there is enough to deter the rather dangerous criminal element from getting involved with it, but only just. It's considered a terrible posting, looking after confiscated magitech until some government decides what to do with it (which is, approximately, never). Tonight, that reputation for 'terrible posting' is about to get even worse.

    The attack came fast and hard. An armed dropship taking out the rudimentary air defenses with precision ordnance left little opportunity for retaliation, before dropping off a full platoon of soldiers with high-end automatic weaponry (and a small handful of heavier weapons); dressed in black combat gear with silver helmets that all bear ominously red-lit lenses, they moved with highly-trained discipline and experience, and it didn't take them long to overwhelm the base's meager defenses. Once they'd secured it, that was when the truck pulled up and smashed through the front gate, sliding to a stop.

    Now? Now there are several thugs in smart-looking business suits, rapidly working along with some of the soldiers to load weaponry into the truck. It's all magitech, a blend of modern technology and skilled enchantment, and while it's a mishmash of confiscated stuff, they seem interested in pretty much all of it. The rest of the troops are playing lookout, sweeping the grounds and especially the gate with their rifles. While the nationality of the soldiers can't be discerned at all, the thugs in suits all seem to be either Japanese, or in a couple of cases robotic; one robot with the simple 'factory default' face of an Omnic, while another has a rather vulpine-looking traditional Japanese mask for a face.

    Yakuza and highly-trained merecenaries. Now here's an odd assortment.
Reinhardt Wilhelm     THUNK THUNK THUNK THUNK THUNK THUNK DOOT DOOT DOOOOOOOT!

    No, that's not the night train, but it might as well be, considering what's happening. The wall crumbles just beside a group of mercenaries and thugs, and they will be at a loss as to what is going on too late.

    "KNIGHT TRAIN, COMING THROUGH!" bellows Reinhardt, the gigantic German crashing through the wall to bowl over the unfortunate mercenaries with a hearty laugh. He isn't the least bit subtle about his entrance, but he is not stupid either; He knows who these mercs are when he gets a good look at their gear and uniforms, not to mention their Yakuza buddies.

    He remembers when he and the old team were taking out the Shimada clan's operations left and right. This can only lead to unpleasant things if they are not stopped tonight, hence why Reinhardt has intervened.
Yang Xiao Long     Yang was, once again by pure coincidence, not far away from trouble. She's pulled out of the warpgate, and ridden her bike ass close as she dares to the depot, getting close enough to see with a pair of binoculars, but not so close as to set off a fusillade of gunfire before she's got backup. "Huh... They have androids too? Doesn't look like a combat drone like the Atlas guys use though..." she muses, perched atop her bike on the crest of some hill or other, letting the engine tick over.

    Aaaand then the pain train rolls into the station. "Damn it if he isn't eager." chuckles Yang as she watches Reinhardt go crashing into the middle of it all. "Better back him up." She puts her helmet back on, revs the engine and wheelies around to drive down the hill, aiming for a hillock to ramp off off.

    "SPECIAL AIR DROP! TONIGHTS DELIVER IS PAIN WITH A FREE SIDE OF PUNCHES!" roars Yang as she sets Bumblebee to autonav to a safe place, as she leaps off the vehicle and aims to land ON one of the mercenary guys.
Sir Bedivere   The people of this city probably aren't accustomed to seeing a knight in shining armour passing through their streets. At least, armour that isn't mechanized in some form or another. There is a tall man with pale, ash-blonde hair, almost silver, striding briskly toward the troubled sector where the warehouse lies.

  He's wearing armour, but it's not any sort of futuristic stuff. It's actually real old-fashioned plate armour, battle-scarred and dented here and there; over it he has a heavy, crisp white cloak mantled in blue-grey. And at his waist is a sword that very definitely does not look decorative. The articulated gauntlets of one hand are wrapped around the hilt, at the ready. Slung over his left arm is a kite shield, metal bosses gleaming, painted in the same plain blue-grey as the mantle of his cloak, without a sigil.

  People stare as he goes by, but he doesn't so much as slow his pace. This is chiefly a weapons matter, but with thugs and gang elements, there's no telling when it could spill over and innocent bystanders could be caught in the crossfire.

  And so the knight strides, with a briskness that nonetheless speaks of his thoughtful deliberation. He'll investigate, and engage if he feels the need to step in. He's out of place here, wildly so, but his confidence appears unshaken.

  Once he's close enough to hear the thugs working, but not yet see them, he slows his pace, if only a little--

  --and blinks at the sight of Reinhardt Wilhelm rushing through the goons, stopping and catching his breath (that brisk pace left him just a little winded). Then, apparently coming to a decision, he rushes in to engage the mercenaries. His sword sings from its scabbard in a song of wood and steel; it flashes in the sun as he lunges for the nearest mercenary, aiming the flat of it at the side of the man's head in an effort to knock him out cold.

  "Cease your criminal activities!" His voice carries, because the tall, pale, quiet man is suddenly not very quiet, thundering over the din with evident ease. "In the name of the Union, put up your weapons!"
Lin By luck, Karal Rei Lin was stationed a few warpgates away when the alerts reached Union territory. Anyone stealing magical ANYTHING is worth investigating - and stopping! Regardless of who owns the place.

    She's not even bothering to hide her nature today. She peels free of the flux energies bubbling in the warp gate wreathed in light. A thick golden-white aura clings to her skin, with great coiling crimson and vivid blue prominences periodically flaring and rays stretching and curling from it. A fearsome figure aglow with power, she manages to go a bit beyond olympian speed in a mad dash to the base and and easily leaps over any fences or similarly simple barricades like they were nothing.

    Although she wears a sword, Lin chooses not to draw it. Having sized up many potential opponents... she instead shifts a foot forward and crouches low into a deep stance, weight on her rear leg but ready to spring forth and pounce at anytime. She similarly spaces her arms, one forward and one held near... but the fingers of both hands curl inwards in an iron-tight emulation of claws. All the while, a casual, exuberant bit of GLEE flickers in her eyes!

    It's clobbering time.
Lu-Mey     Slum Urbania. A wretched hive of low incoming living, and risky business endeavors... Business endeavors such as this one undergoing currently.
    Among the men in smart business suits are two WOMEN in perfect suits... That is to say, the dusky skinned and tattood woman with a horn is. She simply put a necktie over her accomplice's armor.
    Lu-Mey spends a good moment giggling and fussing with Stygian Mirror's tie, before turning, and adjusting the scowling Oni mask over her face, courtesy of Bain, scribbling on a clipboard with a fancy pen while the men and soldiers do their dirty business.
    After all. It is Human Resources job to not only quietly make peopledisappear, but occasionally infiltrate and scope out potential allies to the Confederacy.
    Of course she knew this probably wouldn't go down perfectly. the Multiverse always throws in little hitches. Or big ones, like giant armored Germans smashing through walls like an anthropomorphized giant stein of bier, bellowing 'OH JAAAAA!'
    "Ara ara..." She muses to herself, tapping her pen to the lower lip of her mask.
    Well this took a turn for the action packed.
Stygian Mirror     There is a necktie over Mirror's bone and Soulsteel tunic.
    It's odd.

    Amidst the criminals are indeed two women, one being Mirror. The white-haired, fox-eared, cat-tailed and lizard-eyed mercenary stands by one of the trucks being loaded, observing with mild interest the goods being taken and put on the trucks. On her waist, a black jagged sword hangs, coated in fresh blood. It doesn't drip. Rather, it seems to cling to the weapon, and if one watched long enough they might see the howling faces dimly visible under the Soulsteel's surface, drinking the blood.

    Before she really knows it, people are busting in from every side and punching people left and right. Mobsters take it to the face, but Mirror seems... calm? Certainly not panicking or shocked, though it's a bit hard to look calm when there's something going on in every direction.

    She turns to Lu-Mey, inquisitive.

    "Engage?"

    Her eyes idly wander, realizing she doesn't recognize most of the responders. Besides Lin. She recognizes Lin.
Kushiko Stealth is a thing when no one's alive to report your existence.

... Right? Right.

Nevertheless, there was not necessarily a proper notion for how the feminine figure arrived at the site. Given the tactical and other intelligence data pies that the Lotus had her fingertips in across the 'verse at this point, the Alert she placed for this incident would reap not just monetary value but informational as well.

The twin tails of her syandana flowing behind her as sprinted noiselessly across a rooftop only to arrive not long after the rather boisterous pair of bruisers decided to make their entry. And given the diposition of the Shimada and Talon members below, it took only a momentary glance from the Warframe's optics to decide what to do.

And that, as the black-and-purple Warframe sent herself gliding over the the weapon's depot was made clear as incredibly powerful magnetic forces arose. The air itself felt charged, pulsating as a Shimada Syndicate member and a Talon Mercenary were chosen targets--the ones closest to their allies--for a pair of spherical fields of magnetic energy.

The worst part of being chosen targets was not the fact the magnetic fields defiance of all logic to simply /lockdown/ those unfortunate enough to be chosen: the swirling maelstrom of lilac-pink energy would yank back bullets, throwing stars, shearing them apart, or guide the incoming fire of those who decided to take advantage of their predicament.

Long and short of it, those Magnetize bubbles were /not/ going to be very friendly to anyone whom the Tenno considered a foe, and unfortunately the Talon merc and Shimada members were just that.
Weiss Schnee     Well, look who followed Yang to the party? Sitting on Bumblebee's back seat and holding onto her teammate's shoulders so the delicate snowflake doesn't fly off, Weiss has decided to tag along this time. Hey, even heiresses need some action, right? "You're gonna kill someone with that throttle," she nags offhandedly as she tries to have a look at the target as well. "Androids? We should probably get the rest of the team, maybe-" She's cut off by a Reinhardt's glorious entrance, burying her face in her palm. "Great, now I have to keep up with two of you."

    Anticipating the sudden acceleration, she holds on tight again as Yang dives headlong into the fray, in classic Yang fashion. "What are you - YAAAANG!" she fumes as she draws her rapier and starts waving it wildly, leaping off the bike and using her ice Glyphs to land safely on the ground. "A little fair warning next time, please?!" she shouts as she switches her sword's flavor to spicy red and blasts a jet of flame at a nearby grunt.
Kotone Yamakawa Kotone has been moving about the multiverse abitmore than normal with the Flotilla having gone quite inactive on the stage of the multiverse save for few of them. She'd been feleing lost and was wandering again mostly. She'd come here honesltly to recover after the last few brawls she'd been in. The day off kinda goes downt eh tube here as everything clealry is going to hell in a hand basket. Kotone sighs beams up to the Bluenose, gears up and returns near the depo with a very unhappy look on her face.

<Slipbolt, drones going up, if I need a beam out I'll call for you>>

<<Caution: Understood Captain, Keep safe.>>

<<I will my friend.>>

Kotone witht hat is moving out and she pause to see Reinhardt pulling in again with the Knight train coming through he'd soon find he had a shadow moving to back him up. She grimaces at what they might be fighting and oppens a channel.

<<I can never seem to get a day off around here. Sir Knight. Hey Union this is Samara I'm on site and no I'm not charnging>>

She's cloaked and trying to get closer while she is an elite? Kotone was very mucha weak one to start with and those old habits have died very hard as she moves in trying to intercept signals from the Talons and thier allies, damn it where was Rory when you needed her for something like this?
Genji Shimada     "-and I strongly suggest your 'boys' hurry up. This area's pretty... the hell is that noiWAURGH-!"

    The wall near a pair of mercenaries and a Shimada with a switchblade crumbles down, and a towering hulk of armor and asskicker plows right through. There's several shouts and swears of surprise, before one person yells, "Holy shi- REINHARDT! IT'S REINHARDT! ALPHA SQUAD, OPEN FIRE!" Several of the mercs bring their automatics around at once, and Reinhardt finds himself the subject of a barrage of gunfire almost immediately. They don't want to take chances with him.

    And then one of them finds himself slammed down under a yellow bomb that explodes punches. "Urgh-!" He can't even really react fast enough to avoid her, and Team RWBY's own battering ram has succeeded in putting him out cold in one hit. Trouble is, he's not alone. A couple nearby yakuza thugs look up, in alarm, before one of them switches over to indignation and whips out a collapsible baton and charging at YANG. "Don't know who the hell you are, girly, but you picked the wrong damn night-" The other one draws out a simple pistol, but he's looking a bit shakier.

    BEDIVERE, meanwhile, has attracted the attention of the Omnic with no 'mask'. The suit-wearing robot turns its head towards him, canting its head with what might be curiosity before amusement, before declaring, "If you insist." He pulls out a handle and flicks it upward, and- SNAP- it becomes a fold-out machete, held above his head. This is because he then charges right at Bedivere, bringing the weapon down in a vicious, controlled slice.

    The bright display of REI LIN of the Karal family has more than a few people looking on with mixtures of awe and fear. It's a soldier that breaks the silence, though; that aggressive stance and bright aura both bespeak an enemy, and the Exalt soon finds herself not just being fired at, but dealing with a pair of Shimada thugs charging right at her with a knife and a baseball bat!
Genji Shimada     "It is certainly an unexpected turn of events," the fox-masked Omnic says in an idle voice to LU-MEY, one hand settling on the katana sheathed at his side. "We were prepared for meddling, but not the presence of Reinhardt Wilhelm, or this many... this may be difficult." He seems by and large more aware than most of the Shimada goons. To MIRROR's question, he can only reply with a tilt of his head. "I can only offer my recommendation, of course. But I would not object to seeing what the two of you are capable of."

    Not just one Talon merc is caught in MAG PRIME's magnetic bubble, but a couple of them are, finding themselves frozen in place alongside the Shimada goon next to them. The latter actually has one of the magictech weapons in hand, but he doesn't even get a chance to lift it before being subject to the power of the Void. Needless to say, all three of them are now out of the fight... but a Talon carrying a heavier machine gun has taken notice, and is whipping his weapon around to aim it at her and unload a torrent of lead.

    Meanwhile, the ice princess unleashes fire, a wholly contradictory attack that even seems to startle the poor merc that falls under her burning ire. "The hell-?! Magitech! She's got magitech!" Another soldier calls out the warning, and a few of them immediately center their attention on WEISS - and promptly demonstrate that their weapons are armed with taser launchers, attempting to lock her down by hitting her with several at once.

    KOTONE can easily crack in on the Shimada chatter traffic, but there's not a whole lot to hear. "Aaah-" "Shitshitshit-" "The hell is Reinhardt doing here?" "Do we book it?!" "No, we got this we got this-" "Have the truck started!" "No it's fine! They can't beat this many of Talon's guys at-" Basically, they are in a panic. The Talon troops, on the other hand, are using actual encryption... but with a bit more work, Kotone will be able to get into that too.
Sir Bedivere   Oh look, it's a man made out of metal. This probably isn't going to end badly for Bedivere at all! It takes all kinds, in the multiverse. To his credit, Bedivere doesn't waste any time gaping at the Omnic, instead putting himself on the defensive.

  Instinct prompts him to turn and duck to avoid another pair of combatants nearby, but his path takes him right into the machete. The blade clangs off the armour on his shoulder, which is a good bit lighter than what Reinhardt wears. It makes an audible dent, and going by the grunt Bedivere gives, that /hurt/.

  While he's in and close, Bedivere strikes at the Omnic with a quick thrust at the thing's midsection, risking a glance at the rest of the battle to see where everyone else is at.

  His attention swings back to the Omnic; it would be suicide to let his attention wander too far. "You are engaging in illegal activities in accordance with Union and local law. Cease your activities, and we will not be forced to stop you by force."

  That's probably not much of a deterrent, and going by Bedivere's somewhat resigned tone, he doesn't expect the Omnic to listen or care, either.
Reinhardt Wilhelm     "INDEED, WHO ELSE COULD IT BE?" Reinhardt asks with a gleeful tone, before he sends another merc flying with a swing of his hammer. It's almost comically easy for him to get carried away and start whacking moles wherever they may pop up, with their little guns.

    Hard to believe he used to RELY On such things, considering how natural he feels using a hammer in battle. "Hah hah hah! Run or fight, it matters little! Nothing is a match for-" He swings, charging into the throng of mercs. "PRECISION!" Clonk!

    "GERMAN!" Another swing, and Reinhardt notices the truck is still present, and he locks onto it with ironclad focus. "AND SWEDISH!"

    Then he ceases attacking the mercs, as he storms towards the truck with his shield activated, charging towards the truck itself in a shoulder-check from hell. One's inner quarterback might be shaking in their boots right now at this sight. "-ENGINEERING!"

    Torbjorn somewhere is no doubt proud his creation has lasted this long.

    The knight, Yang, her friend with the white garb, and Ms. Lin can handle the largest part of the mercenaries. Right now Reinhardt has a more important target to smash, and boy does he smash when he begins to take a swing at it with his hammer.
Yang Xiao Long     Yang rolls her eyes at Weiss. "Now where's the fun in that?" she asks, getting off the downed merc.

    She turns to the sound of a baton extending, and grins a bit, doing a backflip away from the first strike, before bringing her shotgaunlets into play. The bracelets extend out along her entire forearms, and she grips down into fists, as she starts to parry the strikes. "Nice stick. It got a name?" she asks conversationally, jinking and jiving, parrying and riposting the baton. "Hey, I got a couple friends I'd like to introduce you to." she then says, ducking under a swing, then with a flare of fire-Dust, "Ember," she rises in a spirallying uppercut, then smashes her other fist down at the apex of the rise "And Celica!"

    She lands from the Rising Dragon, and turns on the one who drew the pistol.

    Her hair is a blazing golden flame wafting about her shoulders, and her eyes a burning pair of red coals. It doesn't help that she's /grinning/ like a mad woman.
Kushiko Well, that is unfortunate that Mag Prime did not get /that/ one caught up in a Magnetize field; she would have enjoyed that heavy machinegun fire curving back around and creating a storm of firepower to slice him apart with the shards.

Now, the Talon in question might be wondering suddenly just where this one came from--while Mag Prime is certainly /unique/ given the gilding and stylings of silver amidst black and purple, there's a familiar 'ninja' look to her, cosmic swirl of her helmet besides. The Void shielding glints slightly but suddenly an elegantly long blade is scything forward, paired by it's sheathe as the sheer volume of machinegun fire should mean that /someone/ else should be getting hit too--

--except all the bullets are suspending themselves in a sphere around her, glinting with traces of Void light--much like the Dragon Nikana itself was.

Once she /had/ a sufficient cloud of dangerous bullets in the air--some sheared apart by the blade--she lifted a hand up and swept it forward, sending the bullets outward and back at the offending Talon (and probably a few of his comrades) with a radial wave of Void energy that weakens and strips away at armor (and shielding if anyone is unfortunate enough to use it!) to create further shards to serve as an excellent harassing tool.

After all, with Reinhardt and Yang doing what they're doing to grab the lion's share of attention, why /wouldn't/ she play merry havoc with what's here? Besides which, those like Weiss and other magically inclined (or even physics inclined) might have a use for the sudden surplus of deadly magnetic shards that are created by her Polarize wave.
Stygian Mirror     "Fair enough," Mirror responds to the fox-masked OMNIC, before looking towards Lu-Mey again. "I'll get their attention. You're more suited to subtle tactics, as I remember?"

    The woman grabs her sword off her waist, and it clicks loudly. Black Essence pours out of her and into the sword, which separates down the middle, horizontally, kind of like a two-part whip-sword. The wind howls and flashes black, Mirror stepping towards the battle.

    "Hey. Hi."

    Aimed at no one in particular, but loud enough to be heard by the whole party smashing through people. Mirror raises her sword up, and it clicks again, the top half shooting upward, remaining connected to the bottom half by a tether of black, grey and purple Essence.

    A whirlwind of black wind occurs, the blade moving so quickly it stirs it up. Guided by the defensive Charm, the Soulsteel blade flies everywhere. It crashes into BEDIVERE's sword as he thrusts it, and immediatly bounces towards REINHARDT. The small blade intercepts his forward charge like an indestructible wall, trying to halt his charge by parrying it outright to save the truck. The blade bounces, one last time, headed for YANG, who might find her fists connecting with the black jagged sword instead of the man she was trying to knock upward.

    The blade snaps back to Mirror, who extends it to her side as though a challenge. Her Anima Banner flares out.

         \|/    WARNING! NEW FOE ENGAGED! ANIMA BANNER: ICONIC.    \|/
        --O--                   ABYSSAL EXALTED                   --O--
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REFLECTION IN A STYGIAN MIRROR            /|\

    The light in the area dies. An inverted corona of black sunlight pours out of Mirror, darkening the area with a deathly black and grey glow. In the shadows wailing shapes howl, tortured ghostly faces and clawing hands trying to get out. Anyone who looks upon Mirror is subjected to an unnatural fear effect (for Elites, easily resisted but felt, for non-Elites, could drive to extremes like clawing your own eyes out to unsee it). Worse, those who stare DIRECTLY at Mirror see their own reflection superimposed on her, darkened, tattered-- in every way how they never want to see themselves, whatever that personally is. She has no control on that.
Lin Lin has little to regard the presence of someone that seems familiar at a quick glanceover amidst all the enemies (that being Stygian Mirror), because... SHE IS UNDER FIRE.

    But she is the tiger. The one creature who fits the bill for fierce, proud, fierce, majestic and WAS FIERCE MENTIONED ENOUGH YET?!

    She just raises up an arm to halfway shield her face and CHARGES into gunfire. It's by no means a simple or trivial endeavor. Hails of bullets rip right through her clothes and bury themselves into skin... but a small percentage of them lose all of their energy and BOUNCE OFF her skin, others bite in and draw blood but inflict only flesh wounds. Only a few bullets indeed manage to tear into her at all and... well.

    Thanks to the way that the Exalted suffer injury, she's not about to bleed out or have to deal with pulverized organs.

    Perhaps if it was a tank's cannon, or an anti-material rifle, or at least something with an extremely ridiculous caliber they could put a stop to her charge... but as it is... for her it's like being in the midst of a swarm of stinging bees. And she hisses and seethes in pain all the same.

    It's just that PAIN ALONE doesn't stop her. Instead she redoubles her efforts and dives in for the knife-wielder, placing them between herself and where most of the bullets originate. She dives in with a tiger claw grip and grabs his swinging knife arm with its mirror before the weapon can reach her, leaving that arm's shoulder facing the knife user's gut.

    The instant she has a grip she RIPS THAT ARM towards her body and DRIVES HER ELBOW up into the shoulder with full intent to dislocate (at the very least) or ruin the joint, while her other hand strikes out and HER FINGERS BURY THEMSELVES INTO THE WOOD with a splinter-crack and a spray of splinters. The swing's thus halted, but the sheer force she has to offset leaves her momentarily staggered and forced to take a step back...
Kotone Yamakawa Kotone Yamakawa gets on the line with the Knight of Overwatch. Well former Knight of Over watch she makes out a plan with him and starts trying to track the thugs escape truck with a few thing but the majority of her effort is trying to get into the Talon merc's comms. She'll be moving to try and crack the encription she's runing preloaded softwhere but also she's stopped dubbing down how fast her mind works but thismeans with all the info she's crunching? She'll not be fighting for the moment thankfully she might be able to help out a good dela she's aware there's Union in the area and will get on the line with them in a moment once shes' got something to report but she doesn't know the majority of the union personel here at all.

She'll creep along and attempt to be a ghost but then she takes note there may be indeed Tenno in the area, she'll open up aline to them.

<<Tenno? Good to see you here I'm trying to get into their comms and will let you know if I find anything. Also hello Lotus.>>

When is Lotus not on the right right?
Weiss Schnee     Weiss pulls back her blade and spins its barrel again, landing on her second favorite color: light blue. She just shoots Yang a death glare and turns her attention back to the issue at hand: a thousand and one tazers headed for her beautiful face!

    Swinging Myrtenaster in an arcing motion along the ground, a circular, light blue symbol appears on the ground under her feet. With a wave of her hand, a wall of ice rockets up from the edge of the circle to protect her from the incoming fire. Another graceful swing of her sword and it shatters to pieces outwards, shards and chunks of ice soaring through the air in a massive counterattack.
        Okay, maybe more of a distraction - she can't micromanage every piece, after all. Under the cover of ice, she waves her sword at the ground again and forms a new white Glyph, giving her a burst of speed to deliver a healthy serving of sword butt to the face of the goon she first attacked and a powerful slice at the next.
Lu-Mey     "Oh it was unexpected?" Lu-Mey asides to the Omnic, head tilting to an inquisitive angle. "Well I'm certain your men are well enough prepared anyway." She repies chipperly, still scribbling at her notes, as chaos unfolds all around her, like a elegant origami crafting, carelessly pulled apart at every seam.
    "Well I suppose it can't be helped! We'll just be sure to put on our best performance, neh, Mirror?" Chirruped back at the Abyssal. Engage? "Oh yes, engage to your hert's content I'll just be here-"
    She cuts off, in the middle of her sentance, a spray of harsh red erupting from her chest and stomach, peppered violently by the return spray when Mag Prime takes everything that had been fired her way... And decides to pay 'return to sender'.
    Uh.
    Lu-Mey is sort of unresponsive for a long moment, laying face down in a pool of her own blood, while Mirror unveils the dark iconic nature of her Anima Banner for all to see.
    It really is good cover for the 'corpse' to crawl away from the battle and start creeping up the nearest wall, like a spider... Working her way up to a much more advantageous position, scarlet eyes peer down, seeking out a victim.
    Her skin crawls with excitement.
    Her skin, literally, crawls.
    Because with a kick off the wall, the Oni lets herself drop, gravity bringing her down as silent as a cat, she moves like a liquid shadow and...
    To be quite frank, it's not nice at all, the way a sharp and jagged bone-like spur erupts from her wrist and how she tries to bury it in Yang from behind while she's busy.
Genji Shimada     The problem with the Omnic gangster's attack is that connecting it leaves it overextended, on a hit it expected to either be blocked or finish BEDIVERE. It stumbles back to try and escape his retribution; the sudden parry from Stygian Mirror prevents impalement, but the knight's blade cuts through black fabric and shears some of the plastic and metal underneath, resulting in sparks. "Even you do not seem to believe your words will help," it observes dryly. With a flourish, it lunges to attack again, this time moving more cautiously.

    Whatever the Shimada goon was expecting out of YANG, it wasn't shotgauntlets. He goes through several rapid, flailing swings, clearly used to keeping defeneseless pedestrians in line rather than an experienced fighter. "You shut your trap, or I'll break i- GWUF!" The first blow takes him in the gut. The second never reaches him, but he's still taken a hard-enough hit to blow him off his feet and land him on his back. There's a groan of pain, The other guy holds his pistol up at Yang for a second or two, but it's shaking so badly that it's probably not a surprise when Stygian Mirror's display prompts im to drop to the ground and curl into a ball.

    The soldier with the SAW is doing an admirable job of keeping calm in the face of MAG PRIME, though he does yell out, "Q-B! This one of yours?" The vulpine omnic replies with a calm and simple, "No." There's a quiet swear, and he keeps firing... until he realizes that all his projectiles have completely stopped. He holds his fire for about half a second before it all buckshots back at him, and then he's down. Several more Talon mercs open up on her... but this time, they're using the tasers.

    Speaking of the fox Omnic, he watches MIRROR with interest, canting his head. "That is quite a showy trick," it observes, before wisely turning away to avoid the worst of that effect. Most of the Talon wisely do the same, but a few quickly succumb, as do several of the Yakuza. It is now straight-up pandemonium. The robot finally shows some emotion when Lu-Mey suddenly takes a fatal wound, stumbling back and preparing to draw his blade- but it doesn't miss the way she crawls off despite being 'dead', and goes back to a calm stance, watching quietly.

    The knife-wielding gangster finds himself subject to his own allies' bullets and an elbow driven into his shoulder; between bullet wounds and his now-useless arm, he's down for the count. The bat-user stumbles back with a startled, "W-what the fuck-" but doesn't miss the stagger on her part, and indeed uses it as a chance to lunge, trying to stab REI LIN with the sharp end of the shattered bat wherever he can reach.

    The Talon encryption is slippery, but tailored to their own world. They don't expect someone like KOTONE to be hitting it, which means that with some more effort she manages to get through. "-pha is down, repeat, Alpha is down! Delta, status?" "We've lost half our people, what the hell is that darkness?! These people are supposed to be on our side?!" "Screw this, we're not getting out of here with the weapons. Tell the Shimada the deal's off, bring around the dropship! See if they can take out Wilhelm!"
Genji Shimada     The swings of REINHARDT's hammer are nigh unstoppable. Even Talon can't stop him with their usual small arms; the bullets and tasers are likely to just bounce off the armor, and even one of the heavier machine guns can't penetrate his legendary shield. And whether Stygian Mirror can halt his charge or not, at least one hammer swing manages to get through, tearing a hole in the side of the truck and bending the frame just enough to guarantee that if it gets out of there, it will do so slowly. The real problem comes while Reinhardt is distracted by the Abyssal.

    The Talon dropship banks around, coming in over the compound and stopping in a hover above the fray. Rocket launchers and heavy vulcans both aim themselves downward, pointing right at the colossal German knight, fully prepared to damage the truck and anyone nearby him in order to take the former paragon of Overwatch down. It's the kind of barrage even his shield wouldn't be able to handle, and with his attention elsewhere-

    "You have not changed one bit, Reinhardt Wilhelm. Still leaping fearlessly into danger... but even now you need not fear the enemy at your back."

    In the depths of the Abyssal darkness, it stands out all the more when a blur of green light darts through the hole in the wall Reinhardt left. It moves with swiftness and precision, only to come to a stop right behind the aging knight just as the dropship unloads. "NUOOOH!" A pair of arms move so fast as to be a blur, and the air around him fills with metallic pings and the sound of steel whipping around inhumanly quick. Fearlessly, without budging an inch, the man wrapped in metal and plastics stands his ground, somehow managing to turn back every single bullet and rocket fired. This doesn't go well for the dropship at all.

    "Genji is with you."
Genji Shimada     And from the fire they didn't expect to the ice they might have, WEISS has switched off, giving herself a distinct advantage over a set of goons that now don't know /what/ to expect out of her. Their taser cables glance uselessly off, and then the spray of ice lacerates several of them; ballistic armor protects them from the worst of it, but any points of exposed skin are gonna be in bad shape, and it can't save them at all from being offbalance enough to take slashes from Myrtenaster. One, two, down they go, and a third soldier is having trouble pointing his weapon at her thanks to Mirror - but he tries anyway, running in heedlessly with his finger on the trigger and a terrified fight-or-flight battlecry.
Sir Bedivere   Before he even has an opportunity to strike, something black flickers along the overworked steel of Bedivere's sword. The knight somehow manages to check his blow, recoiling from it purely by instinct. Reflection in a Stygian Mirror's parry does its work. Shaken, the knight backs away from the Omnic, circling the automaton warily. Licking dry lips, he can't help a look back at the one who had cast that black energy.

  He makes the mistake of looking directly at the Abyssal Exalted.

  Although he hadn't noticed her at first, it's hard to miss the Abyssal Exalted now. Her otherworldly features stand out in a plaza full of human criminals and mercenaries, and even among a number of mostly human Elites.

  The energy that roils from her, and that reflection of himself, is enough to make even the stout-hearted Sir Bedivere shudder. His reflection is just as haggard as the real thing, but where the real thing still has pride and dignity, the reflection is a bloodstained warlord with no pride and no mercy.

  That allows the Omnic the perfect opening. The machete snicks past some of the steel armour, biting into and through the leather padding under the join of his chestplate and pauldron. Bedivere takes the blow with a snarl of pain, jerking away from the point of impalement.

  "Because you are going to do what you are going to do, I imagine," the knight points out to the machine. His voice sounds shaken. Just what did he see a moment ago? "I will afford you the opportunity, if you should choose to yield. I simply do not expect you or your allies to yield. That is all." Nothing personal; just business. It's possible that Bedivere is a little bit cynical. Okay, a lot cynical.

  Codes and morals dictate that he has to at least give his opponent the /opportunity/ to surrender, though, even if his logic-brain knows it's never gonna happen.

  In the meantime, he'll shift tack a bit, and try to plant an armoured fist directly into the Omnic's head. It is a head, right? It has some kind of optics there? Right?
Kushiko To Kotone, the Lotus--who is naturally observing and keeping tabs on Kushiko's Warframe responds effortlessly. <<"Keep at it. We suspect there is more going on here than is readily evident.">> The truth of which is unclear /now/ but the Lotus suspects something; otherwise she would not have sent in Kushiko in response.

In the chaos of the battlefield, an idea occurred--as rich an environement Kushiko perceived through Mag for use of her powerful electromagnetic abilities, one in particular stuck out--the one in the armor. He did so remind her of one frame she had used once.

Or was that someone else?

Sigh. Pitted memories not withstanding, Reinhardt's charge was not as expedient as it could be, wielding that shield. He was an excellent /tank/ but the thought occurred that that it could be better.

All the same, Stygian's presence--and to a similar degree Lu-Mey's--makes this a bit different from what she was thinking about doing.

Speaking of things interrupting her from what she's doing and thinking about, this is /less/ something she can easily parry or deflect. Not that she doesn't /attempt/ to at least ablate nastier elements of the electrical energy cascading across her in waves. No, for this, she simply /hurtles away/, backflipping as the air itself is cooked with the resididual electrical energy slaking off her Void shielding.

This, no, this would not do.

The arrival, nay, the presence of Genji warrants a mental stare for a moment. Not that she can dwell much on it, but she /does/ appreciate what's going down there.

Energy surges through Mag Prime's body from her hips down to her feet, propeling her upwards once more, the Dragon Nikana brandished to shield somewhat as she just /hauls ass/ across the field like an Exalt might, given the darkness from the particular Abyssal. Reinhardt now has +1 Warframe.

More to the point, Mag Prime lands without effort--even with the armor, she has no presence, but she's extending and expending a vast amount of Void energy. Seemingly in response to Stygian's release of abyssal darkness, hers is the blinding light of the Void as she kneels and plants her knees and hands on Reinhardt's shoulders and back.

Electromagnetic energy /surges/--because it's not within Reinhardt, but the entire area becoming magnetized in varying ways. Positively for allies such as Bedivere, Yang, Weiss, Kotone and Karal--but for non-Elites they're not going to have a good time. Elites are definitely going to /feel/ some sort of incredibly pervasive force altering the local gravity and electromagnetic fields responsible for it.

For a few fleeting moments, Reinhardt is encased in a layer of gleaming gold as movement in the armor is reduced from 'plodding tank' to 'BLITZKRIEG' as she basically turns herself and Reinhardt into a traveling railgun projectile with a mind.
Yang Xiao Long     Well, the parry was unexpected, and the sudden wash of OHGODTHEHORROR coming from Stygian Mirror causes the brawler to come up short... a good thing the pistol guy was such a wimp. Yang frowns a little as she sees herself reflected in that Abyssal mirror. Eyes completely overtaken by that red glow, a bestial air about a tattered outfit and bloodstained fists, still dripping... It's what she's been afraid of her entire life... but the determination to not let it happen narrows her focus enough that Lu-Mey gets the drop on her.

    Literally.

    The bone-spear comes in, and it's only thanks to a nearly full Aura that the tip is turned aside, still managing to score a nasty gash along the blone girl's side, tearing the jacket and drawing blood. The wound heals over quickly enough, but the damage is done, her Aura has taken a large depletion from that surprise backstab.

    Yang yelps in pain and surprise, wheeling around with a reflexive roundhouse punch in the direction of her attacker, the shotgun blast accompanying the strike sounding just a tad more powerful than before, the kinetic burst a big wider and more dense.
Reinhardt Wilhelm     Reinhardt's charge is derailed sadly, not just by Stygian's well aimed throw as he's knocked off course, but also the arrival of a dropship. He doesn't seem to fear the aircraft, but he still does know this might be too much even for his shield.

    That said, he still brings his energy shield up, raising it high to protect himself as he braces for the end. Perhaps this is the glorious death he's been seeking subconsciously, facing down the one thing he couldn't defend against in the end...

    And then Genji shows up. He lights up with JOY despite the chaos around them, and he calls out to his old comrade. "G-GENJI! MY FRIEND!" He bellows with joy, genuine delight seeing his old buddy again. But reunions can wait, as the mysterious space ninja voice over the radio has an idea. Reinhardt likes this idea, and he prepares for whatever Kushiko has in mind.

    As Mag Prime brings out an energy field to surround Reinhardt with, he can feel himself magnetize in a good way. It doesn't mess with his internal electronics too badly, as he boots up his jets and aims for Stygian. "Get ready..." Because he's coming whether she is or isn't.

    Then Reinhardt boosts his way towards Stygian Mirror, his speed going off like a bullet the size of a wrecking ball.

    If this connects, it is going to /hurt./
Lin The absolute worst thing that Karal Rei Lin would hate to see herself as? Is exactly what the Immaculate Dogma considers her: Anathema. Instead of a proud and good-hearted martial artist, a terror who sharpens her skills on the innocent and slaughters pointlessly, pointlessly sowing death and chaos wherever she goes.

    So BILE rises in her gut, alongside fear, worry, LOATHING... and all of it's wonderfully distracting as a half-bat ending in splinters is driven into her gut.

    Well. partially driven in. It SHOULD have knocked the wind out of her, but although it breaks skin, though she takes a step back further... she doesn't go down.

    "Would've thought that the bullets bouncing off would've given you a hint!"

    She's taken a wound that's harder to ignore there, but she RIPS the bloodied bat free of her flesh... and shifts her stance around considerably.

    Uncannily, the very atmosphere around her seems to change. Where before the dominant, courageous fury of the tiger infused her presence... now the air fills with a far sharper and keen tension.

    Bloodened and battered, oh, she's certainly that. Her clothes are a crimson, wet mess riddled with bullet holes and torn in the front... but she seems to be simply ENDURING all of that pain.

    Surely by now though she's near her limits for just shrugging it off though... right?

    At those limits or not, Karal Rei Lin adopts a sword-drawing stance and flicks the weapon slightly ajar of its resting place so the barest gleam of metal shines in her anima for the thug to behold.

    "This mission, is it worth life and limb?" She simply asks her remaining assailant.
Kotone Yamakawa Kotone Yamakawa gets into Talon's networks and seems to be taking note of what they are saying and planning without any thought o let her know that they are being listned to. She listens for a moment at the moment.

<<Mercs are calling in a dropship, Wilhelm your the target>>

She calls out as she moves on to keep her head down and do what she can she'llbe saving this key for later too she might be able to make use of it and she listnes in even as she moves in.

She also picks up Genjia nd holy shit she half mistakes him for a tenno for a moment.

<<Lotus? Tenno? I'm in the network, it's as I said they are beingin a dropship around and targeting the man in the powered armour. They are also in a full out pantic they are making ready to bail.>>

he's also making sure she's pause at mag's powers she knows what's going on and she's honeslty trying to not think about it.

She'll keep doing info war here, ther's enough people to fight and then some and she's okay with that.
Lu-Mey     To Lu's credit, that sneaky tactic usually works. It usually has much more disastrous, painful, and lethal results. But she did not take Yang's Aura into account, when her Talonfang is deflected aside, scoring the jagged blade made, literally, out of a monstorusly long eel that resides in her arm and hardens itself to blade-like length and sharpness when agitated.
    Unfortunately it didn't seem to work well THIS time.
    "Ah... Aheh... Hehhhhh. I think we started this off on the wrong foot, you were supposed to bleed more..." She murmurs. before distraction sets in. Lu begins to clap at her correct assessment of Genji. A kijin shinobi. "Oh! Ten points to me! Ah but I wonder I wonder... Just what could be beneath that metal shell--"
    Her wonderment is cut off by the sudden concussive explosion that is Yang Xiao Long's fist. The punch does not simply take the wind from the Oni's sails.
    It caves her chest in, completely.
    "HRUGH?!"
    The sound of surprise and pain is as about as inelegant as it gets, when accompanied by the crunch of no less than seven ribs shattering. The impact makes her stagger, clutching her torso with a wheeze, bone protruding horribly from her blouse, slick and glistening red. For a moment, she falls to her knees, eyes bugged out, coughing up blood while...
    Her torso begins to re-knit itself, in plain sight. A wound that would be fatal on anyone else, beginning the process of piecing itself back together, that rib sliding back into her chest and re-taking its proper blace. Lu-Mey stands herself up... Takes that deep breath she needed for the past few seconds...
    "Bye!"
    And decides to stagger off, because she does not want to deal with that again.
    Unfortunately, the winds of fate do not favor her direction well...
Yang Xiao Long     Yang's initial surprise and anger is overtaken by an incredulous, blank stare as Lu-Mey literally pulls herself back together. "Huh..."

    And then the Oni wanders off. "Well... that was a thing, I guess..." she says to noone, just kinda... dumbfounded.
Stygian Mirror     It might reassure people if they knew Mirror has no idea what they see. A mirror, after all, doesn't decide what it shows. Nor does it know. It's just a mirror. And luckily, that's all the images are. They're as harmful as reflections in a real mirror. Physically, anyway. Mentally, that's another story.

    The Abyssal remains motionless as people react, left and right-- she has no control over whom the Anima effects, sadly, and so the deathly glow and the snuffing out of lights ends up terrifying some of the criminals too. 'Oops'. Oh well, they're tough jerks, they can handle it. Except those ones that didn't.

    As Reinhardt nears Mirror, even the glow from Kushiko's antics is dulled, absorbed into the black and grey lights of the Abyssal's aura. It's completely harmless and doesn't change one bit how dangerous the charging German knight is, though maybe it's a bit unsettling.

    Reinhardt finally reaches Mirror, and punches.

    Mirror /splatters/ in every direction, her entire body turning into blood. It stains the ground, but the blood slithers all around the German, reforming behind him.

    When she does recompose herself, the young woman seems bruised all over. The injury caused by the impact with her bloody form seems to have been spread across her whole body, rather than having demolished a particular limb. God knows if he'd had a direct hit he might have taken one of her arms off outright.

    "Ow. That's a cool combo trick, though. So, one of you's covered in metal and the other's manipulating it? Guess I can't ignore either one."

    What do Reinhaldt and Kushiko see when they look at the Abyssal? Whatever it is, it gets a bit more unpleasant; the images act with her, and though they're not physical, it's probably a bit odd to have a dark reflection of yourself visible and coming at you.

    She swings her sword, and it snaps again. The chain-whip arrangement practically screams as it flies, fast, launched like a hookshot towards Reinhardt's chest (or back, if he hasn't turned around, but he's probably faster than that). And then it kind of multiplies. Ten blades exist, for a fraction of a second, attempting to inflict five impalements on Kushiko and five on Reinhardt, generally for their torsos or shoulders.
Weiss Schnee     Man, being a badass is hard work! Weiss takes a deep breath to recollect herself before she does a graceful roll past the soldier charging at her like a chicken without a head, slinging a couple spikes of ice in her wake to shut him up. As she takes a moment to recover, her gaze falls upon Stygian Mirror, glancing at... well, she'll never tell! She manages to peel her eyes away before it gets to her too much, but that image buried somewhere in the corner of her mind does start to eat at her...

    Hey, look at that, somewhere else to be! "YANG!" she shouts as she watches her teammate take that nasty blow. Preparing to leap to her defense, she blinks in surprise as she takes care of the threat quite nicely with WAN PAAAAWWWWNNNCHHH! "Oh. Uh, good... job, Yang!" she offers instead.
Genji Shimada     The opening BEDIVERE accidentally creates for the Omnic is probably the only reason it gets through his defenses. It's not bad, but it's nowhere near the skill of a seasoned swordsman like a Knight of the Round Table. "Naturally," it replies, shifting itself in preparation for an attack, cocking that machete up. "That you even offer speaks well of you." It moves to lunge in again- only to take a gauntleted fist right to the head, a blow that does indeed manage to scramble the robot's circuits long enough to knock it stumbling back. It falls on its ass, but this affords it a view of the battlefield, and- well, even just a passing glance at Stygian Mirror is enough. The machete clatters to the ground. "...perhaps... I will take your offer after all. This ends poorly for me and mine otherwise." It sounds a little shaken too.

    The Talon soldiers attempting to bring down MAG PRIME lose their target thanks to agility they didn't expect. And before they can retract the cables and try again, she's out of range - and they don't dare open fire after her last display. One of them tries to shoot anyway, but the magnetic field she's exuding has locked down most of the firearms near her... not to mention the people brandishing them.

    The enthusiastic greeting from REINHARDT is responded to by the cybernetic ninja with a two-fingered salute of greeting, and a casual, "Yo." True to his word, he remains behind the giant German as long as he needs to, his hand whipping about and tossing shuriken with pinpoint precision almost as fast as he can produce them, and then bringing up that shortblade to parry incoming fire like a pro. And with Genji covering his back, GottaGoFastHardt no longer needs to worry about the remaining Talon troops behind him, which frees him to become a rocket hammer swinging a rocket hammer.
Genji Shimada     Meanwhile, over that-a-way, REI LIN is about to give a yakuza flunky a very bad evening. He realizes his mistake about the moment she chides him. She can probably see the mounting panic in his face, stumbling back a step or two only to have her aura change and a wall of killing intent hit him on top of Stygian Mirror's already-intense fear. It takes about half a second before he drops to his knees and lowers his head, completely throwing himself at her feet. "O-oh god don't kill me! I swear I'll stop don't /kill me/ oh fuck..."

    KOTONE is getting more good info. "Shit- the dropship's going down! Do we have a backup in range?!" "Negative! This was supposed to be a fast snatch-and-grab! Info on Genji and Hanzo's not worth this!" "Shimada is /RIGHT THERE/, keep your helmet cams on him, beam it back to base!" Shimada? That's the name of the yakuza thugs that are here. Did they just call the green ninja 'Shimada'? Oh, but more importantly, they're transmitting footage back to their base. Kotone could easily follow that up now that she's in their encrypted data streams.

    And WEISS? Well at this point she doesn't have much to worry about. Her attacker stumbles when she rolls past him, trying to come around and finish her off, but he was outclassed when he was calm. Now that he's in a blind panic? He's done for. The spikes of ice hit his ballistic armor, and while it manages to slow them a bit, it's not enough to keep them from piercing, wounding him pretty soundly and knocking him onto his face. He's down for the count.

    But with so much going on, their numbers so badly whittled down and their escape route done for, the Talon forces have realized they're done for. All but one or two toss down their weapons, lifting their hands in the air and very pointedly /not/ looking in Stygian Mirror's direction. As for the Shimada... well, there's basically none of them left in fighting shape.
Genji Shimada     And while Genji parries and counterattacks, his head turns, catching the flight of Lu-Mey after she made such an interesting overture. His attention doesn't even seem to be on the fox-masked QB, who has now drawn its sword with a roar of, "...you! The one responsible for our clan's... I'll end you here and now!" The omnic charges Genji at full speed, but he parries the strike with a casual move of his ninja-to. "You are neither the first nor the last Shimada clan member to raise your blade against me. But I would recommend that you lower it entirely. Your forces are losing."

    Without a further word, he darts away from the fuming omnic, his path taking him on the perfect trajectory to intercept a certain fleeing oni. "If you are truly so curious what lies within me," he calls out, his tone mixing a hint of prideful challenge with plenty of deadly seriousness. "Perhaps I should show you!" The shortblade has been returned to its sheath, and his hand now creeps back towards the larger blade strapped to his back. A robotic hand settles on the grip, a thumb settles onto the switch just blow the crossguard, and those with any kind of supernatural sense can feel that somehow this cyborg is suddenly erupting with spiritual power.

                          "RYUUJIN NO KEN WO KURAE!"                          

    A flowing, bright green dragon erupts to life, whirling and circling around Genji as its glow suffuses not just him, but the high-tech longblade in his hands. Its light pushes back against the darkness in a small area around him, just enough to make him a bright beacon in the darkness and make his swift charge at Lu-Mey all the more blinding. Before he is even seemingly in range, the ninja swings that blade around and brings it down in a vicious cut, a slash the dragon seems to follow... and one that brings with it a bright green blade of energy, doubling the length of the sword and ensuring that she /is/ quite within his reach. A dozen meters away, QB can be heard to mutter, "That's... that's a Shimada Dragon... how...?!"
Reinhardt Wilhelm     Oh shit

    SWORDS

    Reinhardt brings up his shield in a panic as the sword swings SO HARD It breaks fate and exists in like, five points at once. He manages to stop a couple, but two of the blades manage go through, one going through his side. It mostly damages machinery, which is going to piss off Brigitte (and Torbjorn by extension) something awful as he feels pain lancing through skin and tissue from the wound, and the other nicks his helmet deep enough to leave a nasty gash on the mask. Oh boy, this is gonna suck.

    But he does manage something at the last moment, firing a fireball at Stygian with his hammer after one last grunt of energy from the old knight.

    Not that he's tired, but Genji is doing a thing! He can't help but give a moment to cheer and hoot with glee like he's watching cartoons as a boy, "YES! DO IT AGAIN!"

    Yeah, Reinhardt's /that guy./
Sir Bedivere   One has to wonder what a mechanical opponent must have seen in Stygian Mirror's display to rattle it. Could an Omnic or a robotic entity even see something like that? Or is it just disturbed by how far the odds are tilting out of its own side's favour?

  Ignoring the blood seeping into the leather guard beneath steel armour, Bedivere quickly circles around. With a rattle of steel, the sword is driven point-first toward the Omnic when it collapses to the ground, stopping just an inch shy of what serves for its torso. The threat is clear; if it so much as moves, that sword will close the distance.

  Bedivere glances over very slightly to regard the rest of the battlefield, and his eyes flick very carefully over and past the nightmare form of Stygian Mirror, or her equally creepy Confederate compatriot. He's trying very hard not to focus too hard on Lu-Mey, who is her own special brand of horrifying. No; he's trying to get a quick grasp of where the tides of battle are shifting.

  There is a green cyborg ninja dude (not that Bedivere would recognise him for that) over there somewhere, igniting his sword with green dragon energy and chasing off a hapless Lu-Mey, who is already very much having a bad day what with the gaping hole in her chest.

  Still keeping his blade firmly fixed on his Omnic prisoner, Bedivere quickly swipes his free hand over his face, the leather pads of his gauntlets rough against his skin. He /is/ awake and seeing all this for real, right?
Lin "Next time you're in this position... might not be so lucky." Karal Rei Lin barks, clearly full of vehement disapproval for this man's choice of career and companions. "Get moving, and do something more HONEST with your life if you've any sense. A carpenter, maybe." Because that suggestion totally is more honest, not because Lin has much time here to think of anything more poignant or fitting.

    "... or on second thought, surrender might serve survival better than escape." She chimes appreciatively upon laying eyes on the cyborg ninja's... what to her is clearly an ANIMA BANNER, an impressive one at that... but no, it's not that. It's something... ELSE.

    ... Something equally frightening.
Kushiko Something like this should be more terrifying than it has any right to be. But fear is not something that exists for Kushiko, the Operator of the Mag Prime Warframe.

The concept of a dark reflection works best when someone's actually /in that suit/ to be reflected upon. The truth is much more unsettling and in the face of darkness which Stygian Mirror has so willingly demonstrated, the Tenno cannot help but be brought to answer.

Especially in the face of the dragon which has been so summarily exhumed into the field of battle thanks to Genji.

Her suit's optics feed on it; all of it, something to marvel at later, even as she focuses her attention largely upon Stygian Mirror. Realistically another Syndicate 'fellow' but that did not matter here: they were both hired for different reasons, and they equally must fulfill their respective contracts. Well, maybe Stygian less-so relative to Kushiko.

The light of the Void is a different kind of Void from the Void that Stygian undoubtedly knows well of; truth be told there's a strange mirroring going beneath the layers of cosmic power being thrown about with furor. The blades are met with a glowering sword, the katana-like Dragon Nikana radiating and coruscating with blinding light, shattering two and deflecting another but one blade /slicing/ across her side. Blood spatters--it definitely found purchase, there would be no denying it.

Yet the Warframe itself barely flinched, moving more from the impact of blade rather than the wound itself. In this, the Void stares back at Stygian through Mag Prime, though upon closer inspection Stygian might come to the notion that this... Mag Prime, this Warframe, whatever it, bore no eyes. Her head moved and canted every so slightly, but not in a way befitting someone that was encased within the suit. Brief, yet telling details that posed as many questions as ones that could be answered.

And in the instant of dealing with Stygian's attack to begin with, Mag leaps off of Reinhardt's shoulders, twisting around in order to orient herself upon Stygian as Reinhardt sends that fireball forth.

She stretches with one hand towards the Abyssal amidst their Anima Flare, and when she reaches that Void-derived energy simply manifests--invisibly and not as she gives natural conventions of physics and reality the finger as she attempts to encapsulate the space around Stygian with her Void-derived energy and /yank her/ directly into the Fireball itself.

Even if she couldn't necessarily pull her straight into Reinhardt's attack, the mere attempt would be constricting, crushing force made manifest that forewarns that Mag has a dangerous degree of control in it and might yet make it worse, barring escape.
Lu-Mey     It is a tactical retreat. The truth is, in spite of Lu-Mey's highly regenerative capabilities, her healing factor does not factor for one thing... Pain. She can regrow limbs, piece herself back together from breaking every bone in her body, leave internal organs behind casually when visiting somewhere. But she cannot stand the pain. Too much and she will simply... Give up. Like right now, in her attempt to break her engagement with Yang. She does not look back, struggling to catch ger breath still for a moment before attention is on her from a new direction.
    The metal shinobi.
    Perhaps her curiosity has the better of her as she halts, wheeling to face him, better.. The tattooed oni curls her fingers.
    Her skin crawls again, one hand reaching up to slide the mask off her face, lips curling into a fanged leer. "Oh? You wanted me to peel that armor apart like a can? I can dance to this tune, then." She replies, on the 'offer' of showing her.
    More Talonfangs erupt from her arms as Genji chases, and replaces his blade into the saya. She has seen this style before. She can assume she knows what he intends to do-- to draw the blade and strike faster than she can react. But Lu-Mey's leer widens. The blade does not have her reach and utility. At least from a glance.
    He comes.
    Her skin crawls.
    She revels at the thought of peeling that armor apart, the fires of her seething hate and madness-inspired fury stoked by Yang's crushing blow, clouding her mind with agony.
    Then she feels it.
    "... Ara..."
    That roaring simmer of spiritual energy, blazing within the cyborg's body. Truly a vivid memory of home on Tenra, where technology and spirituality mesh so well. He calls his strike.
    Dragonblade.
    "THIS IS MINE!"
    Checkmate. His reach is-- ... Surprising.
    "Wha-?"
    Th flowing green dragon swirling and blazing to life with the cut that lashes father than it should draws a seething snarl as the Caretaker loses her composure. When that one, disastrous stroke is over...
    Lu-Mey is still in one piece.
    "Still too far!" She whoops, eyes mad with murderous delight as she takes a step and raises her arm. Her sleeve reacts. A perfect cut ringing high on her bicep. There is a look of puzzlement as her sleeve slides clean off. "... Ara...?" Then, seconds later a ring of red forms on her arm- which promptly slides off her shoulder. "Oh."
    That's when the next part of the cut forms, blooming red diagonally down her blouse, before her upper body slowly slides down and off her lower body down the neat line.
    Lu-Mey dies wearing a scowl of disbelief, a multitude of wriggling white worms already peeking from the severed parts of her body, every inch of her dark skin spasming and writhing in more than just death-throes as the slithering, worm-like, ecosystem of parasites inside her proceed to DRAG her pieces toward each other already.
Kotone Yamakawa Kotone Yamakawa is intent to listena nd track the mercs back to thier base, she takes note of the information she'll figure out what to do about it later, for now she's going to try to track the group back to their base. They are not stupid, they used secure network but it seems they were not ready for someone as agumented as she is to make a crack at hacking into it. She'll find out where these guys are coming from to be certain. This does however keep het ou t of the fighting and pauses at the name of the guy Genji being Shimada? That's notable she'll have to ask about it and likely carefully after the fact when this battle is over.

She'll wauit until it's safe to decloak but damn she's got some useful information and will likely lead to some follow up action. Then again the likes of some of the feds are about too, and she's not sure she wants to get noticed by them.
Stygian Mirror     That armor is way too thick. This sword is unsuited for hacking apart an opponent like Reinhardt. That hammer would be a lot better but she'd have to take a direct hit to copy it. Turns out there are downsides to the Bloody Mirror Style.

    Also why is he so happy?!

    It doesn't help at all that Kushiko, like the large German, is very difficult to read. Opponents wearing full suits of mechanized armor are new for Mirror. Warstriders, she could handle, they're big, predictable. These are... well, they're power armor, aren't they? She's never fought anyone wearing that before. It's different, that's for sure.

    The fireball slams into Mirror, putting a stop to her thoughts. The fact Kushiko all but rammed her into the incoming flames made it worse. When she's back on her feet, she's scorched, frowning, but definitely not a pile of ash. Her clothes didn't catch on fire, either, and a careful eye could have caught a glimpse of black and red Essence forming a shield when the fire hit, like a very brief suit of heavy armor.

    A quick look around tells her this isn't a time to stay and fight. The mobsters aren't putting up a fight anymore, and Lu-Mey's... doing her thing. Over there. Welp. She could stay and fight, probably even win, but what's the point? The job's over, and she's not a bloodthirsty fanatic.

    "My employers look done, so I'm going to see myself out." She glances over her shoulder, towards Lin. "'til next time, Lin! Maybe we'll compare notes more directly sometime."

    Using her sword, she hookshots herself away. She doesn't actually disappear from sight or anything because she's still radiating death and darkness, but the further away she gets the more light returns to the area.
Lin Of course the further and further away that Mirror retreats the brighter it gets for other reasons, as Lin's own aura of sunlight and the radiant glory of heaven has less to compete with. Suffice to say, the site of this battle's VERY well illuminated by the bonfire power streaming from Lin's skin.

    "What? ... is she challenging me?" The redhead flinches, unsure of her chances against a Deathknight... unsure how far she should trust that person's seeming uninterest in killing.. and deeply aware that she's not yet really a match. Too many strange questions with no answers about that person remain...

    She grinds her teeth.
Genji Shimada No dreams for you, BEDIVERE, this is the real world. That ninja just summoned a spirit dragon to empower his technosword and slice up an oni with a freakish insect-based ability set, and you currently have a humanoid robot in a damaged business suit at your mercy, staring up at you with its blank robot face while keeping its hands on its head. It is not going to cause trouble.

    The only response REI LIN gets is a frightened little whimper. Her former attacker is at this point scared for his life. Surrender is just about the only thing he's capable of right now. Or, well, to be more accurate, 'cowering' is just about the only thing he's capable of.

    KOTONE's tracking will eventually get her a base of operations; she's got rough coordinates that seem to be in a near-ish world (which will turn out to be the home world of Reinhardt and Genji both), but if she does a bit of legwork later, she can narrow those coordinates down to somewhere in the Canadian wilderness. Useful info to sell, or to use herself. Plenty she could do with it.

    Having been left in the dust by not just Genji, but STYGIAN MIRROR and LU-MEY, the fox-faced omnic QB has nothing to do but drop to his knees and put his hands on his head as well, although he's muttering about the 'Shimada Dragon' and how things make much more sense now. But both Mirror and Lu-Mey will later receive private e-mails from Talon: 'Your assistance in this matter will not be forgotten.'

    The whirling, roaring green spirit dragon around Genji finally dies out as, with a flourish, he returns the longer Dragonblade to its sheath over his shoulder. A few last glimmering motes of green light flicker and fade, and the circles on his shoulder plating piston out, releasing jets of steam before returning to their place. He doesn't miss the oni's body pulling itself together, but for right now, he's not going to worry about it. She's dealt with, more or less. More immediately concerning to the shinobi is Stygian Mirror - but the Abyssal has taken her leave of the battlefield as well. So that's taken care of.

    He turns to look at the assembled group of ragtag misfits for a moment, and then chuckles softly; his movements are swift and silent, and the next anyone hears of him, he has taken up a perch... on Reinhardt's right shoulder, crouching with expert balance. "This is quite a group you have gathered, Reinhardt.
Reinhardt Wilhelm     "They came on their own. I am honored to fight on their side this day." Reinhardt grins broadly behind his mask, not seeming to mind Genji's shoulder perching. He does this all the time, trust me.

    "I have heard much of this Union that Yang and others serve. Considering my current situation, I have given my allegiance some consideration. It might make..." He grunts, prying the sword out of his side casually, allowing only the briefest of blood trickles to flow out. "Repairs much easier in the long run." He rubs his jaw, before wandering over to Bedivere with a chuckle, Genji or no Genji. "Sir Knight, I wish to discuss an alliance of sorts. I take it you are also part of this 'Union' of sorts, yes?" He asks, glancing down at the willowy knight with a big grin as he removes his helmet, revealing a man of sixty-one, with GLORIOUS muttonchops and beard gone grey and an eye that's long since gone blind from an injury. Doesn't seem to slow him down much, as the knight offers a hand to shake. "Reinhardt Wilhelm, formerly of the German army and Overwatch, now just a wandering champion of innocents. A pleasure!"

    The Yakuza Omnic doesn't get much concern from Reinhardt, Bedi seems to have that in hand~
Weiss Schnee     Weiss shakes her head with a little chuckle at Yang, brandishing her rapier at anyone else who might dare not to surrender at this point. "Anyone else want some?" she shouts, glancing around. Seems like everyone else is taken care of at this point, so she might as well get to know the gigantic dude with the hammer and the cyborg ninja with the dragon sword, as well as everyone else here. She shoots a worried glance towards Yang, but knowing her, she should be fine - it looks like the blow didn't even penetrate her Aura. Making her way over to the group, she sheathes her rapier on her back and crosses her arms. "Glad that that's taken care of," she says with a tired sigh.
Genji Shimada     "I don't think that I can blame you," Genji replies to Reinhardt, hopping off the techknight's shoulder to land in a manner very nearly lazy. "At your age... well, you don't plan to stop, do you?" It's a rhetorical question. "As for me, I think I will wait. And consider, both this Union and the recall." At the very least, he seems much more calm and placid than the last time Reinhardt saw him. 'I'm done paying off my debt to you people, I'm leaving' is kind of a sour note to disappear on. This is a much more personable Genji.

    And now that things have settled down, these are new people! And new people warrant addressing. Weiss, Yang, Rei Lin, Bedivere, Kushiko, all of them receive curious looks in turn, but the ninja begins with a simple enough greeting, offering them a bow. "Let me formally introduce myself. My name is Genji. Like Reinhardt, I am a former member of Overwatch. The men here were members of the Shimada crime syndicate, assisted by a group of military terrorists under the name 'Talon'. I'm not certain why they were working together, though I could venture a few guesses. But I saw them leaving our world, and so I pursued."
Lin "Karal Rei Lin. Also of the Union! It's good pay and a good cause, so I've no complaints." States the redhead, who's still quite bloodied and looks like she ought to be doubled over in pain from all the wounds she's sustained. Truth be told, a puddle of blood should be forming beneath her... instead she's only soaked her clothing - and not half as much blood as there should be.

    But she's still an awful sight to behold, made all the worse for seeeming to think little of it.
Sir Bedivere   The silver-haired knight stays where he is, his sword a line of bright steel pointing directly at the torso of his Omnic prisoner. Aside from moving very slightly to keep the others in his peripheral vision, he doesn't move, sword admirably steady in the face of the situation.

  His hand wants to shake so badly, between the mirror-self he'd seen and the ways Lu-Mey keeps finding to make herself even more horrifying. Part of him fervently prays he doesn't run into either of those two again in the near future. Or the distant future. Or any future, really.

  He glances to one side, sizing up the enormous man who's suddenly taking up half his peripheral vision, studying the man with one faded violet eye. His hair doesn't seem white or silver, up close; more like a very pale ash-blonde, with an almost smoky undertone to it, so the mediaeval knight is perhaps not as old as he might have been mistaken for. Mid-thirties, probably.

  His mouth thins into a hard line as he considers. "I am," he confirms. His free hand gradually raises to clap over the point where the Omnic had stabbed him, attempting to staunch the flow of blood. His armour makes it hard to see, but he is very much still bleeding, by the look of it.

  Willowy he may be, but he's tall, an inch or so over six feet. His wiry, whipcord build makes him seem even taller than that. Perhaps he was a giant in Camelot, but even Bedivere has to tilt his head to look up at Reinhardt, though.

  "I am but an ally of the Union, and do not hold any official rank among their number." His voice is soft, though not so soft as to be effeminate; gentle, entirely different from the bellowing warning he had issued to his Omnic foe. "I would be willing to vouch for your membership, however. Certainly there are not enough champions of justice in these worlds."

  His eyes dart back to the Omnic, just to make sure the machine is sitting quietly and not making any trouble. It is. His eyes flick halfway to Reinhardt again, and Genji as well. He glances to Genji, watching the ease with which Green Cyborg Ninja Dude hops off the pauldron and lands on his feet. Impressive. "You would be welcome, if you should so desire, but I will respect your decision to wait. It is wise for one to consider one's options," he concedes, with a knowing inclination of his head. "I would be remiss in the Eight Virtues if I did not introduce myself, though forgive me if I do not bow." His sword flicks, to indicate his Omnic prisoner.

  "I am Sir Bedivere of Dún Realtaí, formerly of the Round Table, and ally of the Union. I see. I will inform my superiors of the Union, that we might watch the doings of these 'Talon' operatives. Thank you, Sir Genji."
Weiss Schnee     "Crime syndicate? Sounds, uh... dangerous." She's not sure what else to say - she pretty much just followed Yang into battle with no context, after all. But hey, new faces! "Weiss Schnee, huntress-in-training and heiress of the Schnee Dust Company. Er, that's... only relevant back in Remnant, I suppose, but it still stands!" She shrugs and gives a flip of her hair.

    "I'm a member of the Union as well, along with the rest of my team. I'm with Yang over there," she says, tilting her head towards the golden-haired brawler. "You know, Genji, I'm rather impressed by your swordsmanship! Maybe you should teach me how to parry bullets like that some time," she says with a slight chuckle.
Kotone Yamakawa Kotone Yamakawa is now delocaking at this loint she's got the base of operations for these mercs though she suspects it's might not be their home base she'll have to figure this out later. She's got the data and radios Wilhelm.

<<We need to talk I got some data that will be of intrest to you.>>

She ntoes to him over the comm and she falls in with the rest of the group now.

"I only worked with him once before I admit."

She bows slightly to Genji.

"From the chatter I got? They were smashing and grabbing for something here as a join job. As for me? I'm a freelancer I try to avoid the major poltical entaglements...most of the union are decent enough I will give them that."

She pauses looking to Sir Bedivere with a bit of a smile.

"So you managed to escape your duties manging your lands I see Sir Bedivere. Good to see you about again."

She looks at Genji for a moment pausing.

"The mercs also seemed to be terrifed of you."

She looks at Karal for a moment her mouth going wide as she mvoes to get a medical kit.

"Good god you need to be looked at..."
Reinhardt Wilhelm     "Understandable, one knight to another." Reinhard smiles, before suddenly...he realizes he's speaking to a knight of the Round goddamn Table. He's German, but he's enough of a nerd for all things knightly to know what this means.

    And his jaw just drops. For once, Reinhardt Wilhelm is completely speechless.

    It takes the old knight a few to regain his composure, only hurriedly nodding in agreement to Genji as the cyborg ninja explains the details behind Talon. It's at least good to be able to see the robo-nin once again, considering how poor the terms were as Genji had taken off.

    In any case, he clears his throat. "Ah, yes. I met your friend the other night, actually, A pleasure to meet you, Miss Schnee." He bows his head to Weiss, amused at her name. Snow White. One has to wonder if she's wary of apples.
Sir Bedivere   "I did not 'escape' my duties, Miss Yamakawa." Bedivere breathes out through his nose in what appears to be mild annoyance. "I merely responded to the call, uncertain that there would be others to do so. Do not mistake my being here as an absence of responsibility. I would be a poor representative of the Eight Virtues if such were the case, and I would be a poor representative of my king, as well."

  His eyes flick back to his Omnic captive, and he watches the man-machine like a violet-eyed hawk. The bright steel of his sword doesn't so much as twitch out of line, just in case his mild-mannered captive should try anything. (He's fairly certain it won't, but you can never be too sure, especially in the Multiverse.)

  His atteniton turns back to the giant rocket knight, who is now staring at Bedivere as though the latter. Brows furrowing, Bedivere just stares until Reinhardt recovers his composure. "I see. If you are hale, then, Sir Wilhelm." The knight inclines his head, slightly sideways; his equivalent of a shrug. "I will see to it that you are put in touch with those who can arrange for your enlistment into the Union."
Genji Shimada     Though Genji's faceplate obscures his face entirely, Bedivere can probably recognize that dumbfounded stare. "You... you are not joking, are you? My first foray into the Multiverse, and I meet a knight of the Round Table. This Multiverse does not pull its punches." He finally manages a soft chuckle. "Do not concern yourself too deeply with our world. It is not aligned with either side of your war yet. And I... Reinhardt and I, we're technically outlaws. It is a very long story."

    He folds his arms over his chest, giving Rei Lin a nod, and then looking Weiss over. "For an heiress, you're pretty handy with a sword yourself. Though I suppose I am not one to talk." Another chuckle. "While my skill is partly responsible, it takes more than that to deflect bullets the way I do." The cyborg holds up his arm, and the forearm opens up - revealing machinery inside, which deploys a trio of shuriken into his hand, where they stay folded up and ready. It's an open demonstration of his cybernetics. "I would not recommend it. But perhaps I can teach you a few moves."

    His attention is more fully arrested by Kotone, who comes out of nowhere and offers him some interesting insight. "I am not surprised either side of this would be wary of me. Talon has been causing problems for Overwatch for a very long time. And I am the main reason Overwatch was able to dismantle the Shimada empire to a fraction of its former glory. That too is a long story," he adds.

    There's a moment of silence, before he turns to glance at the towering German. "Reinhardt. If you leave your jaw on the ground for too long, it will get dusty."
Reinhardt Wilhelm     "HARRUMF!" is all Genji gets from Reinhardt, before he, /very carefully/, claps Bedivere on the shoulder. "RIght, my wound won't treat itself. This used to be much easier when Angela was around, God bless her..." he grumbles, clutching his wounded side with more irritation than pain at this point. He's had worse hits before, after all.

    "I look forward for that, Sir Bedivere. It will be a great honor to call myself ally to heroes such as yourselves."
Kushiko In the relative calm that follows the pandemonium of moments before, Kushiko would mentally mark certain things--Stygian and Lu-Mey for one, but also other combatants; Reinhardt and Bedivere for one, as well as Weiss. She knew of Yang and Karal--if fleetingly so.

And of course, Kotone--to whom the Lotus is already working to ensure a duplicating and exchange of appropriate information.

All the same in the ensuing retreat and dispersal of the makeshift group's opponents, there's little to do for Mag Prime save /landing/ of course--the figure landing nimbly but crouching as she does so before standing upright again.

Notes for later aside, it seems this might be that odd junction wherein people introduce themselves. Sheathing her Dragon Nikana with a faint click, the Warframe turns her attention towards the Genji and the others. Her voice comes; the qualities are feminine, but the age is as imperceptible as to how it's being heard, more 'felt' than simply spoken out of a normal pair of lips.

"Tenno. You may call me Kushiko if you wish," she offers tacitly as a passing breeze makes her syandana flutter behind her slightly. "It seems there was a great deal to learn here and experience," she muses faintly, inclining her head slightly towards Genji and Reinhardt as well as Bedivere and Weiss. "However, we do not owe our allegiance to the Union, only to the Lotus."
Sir Bedivere   "Truly, my fame runs before me." Despite the words, Bedivere's response is given in a tone of such bland resignation that it's obviously sardonism. Gawain would own up to that kind of a statement, but Bedivere has always been the type to avoid attention. He would've been happy if the legends forgot him.

  Faded violet eyes flick to Genji. "I am entirely serious, Sir Genji, and furthermore, I would be speaking untruth if I introduced myself differently. I suppose there is one other name that I may use, and still speak truth, but it is not a name that would hold particular significance, and it is the name of someone who died long ago."

  Cryptic. But then again, this man seems given to that kind of thing, quiet and thoughtful instead of the kind of brash braggadocio of the stereotypical gallant knight.

  "I shall not, then, although I bear you no remorse for your status in the eyes of your law." He shakes his head, expression momentarily forlorn; he seems almost about to say something, but thinks better of it, and besides which, he's busy staring at the bared cybernetics Genji shows off.

  That stuff is never not going to be fascinating to him, although it's fascinating in the same way a train wreck is fascinating to some people. He manages not to stare rudely because his Omnic prisoner is still there, and it's a good thing to focus his attention (and his sword) on.

  The names Genji mentions are silently filed away, and suddenly the tall knight is clapped on the shoulder by an even taller knight. Bedivere staggers a little, grunting and paling a bit. He'd been /stabbed/ in the shoulder by that Omnic so-and-so, and that serves as a good reminder to go have that seen to at some point before Arturia finds out and harasses him into medical treatment.

  "Indeed," he says gamely, to Reinhardt. "Perhaps we may speak later. God keep you."

  Kushiko is given a sidelong glance, civil but wary. Bedivere seems to study her for a long, long moment; ultimately he elects not to comment, though he gives her a faint nod of acknowledgement, part greeting and part gratitude for her help.
Genji Shimada     "Then you and your Lotus have my thanks as well, Kushiko," Genji replies, placing fist against palm and bowing gratefully. "Whatever purpose the Shimada and Talon have together, I would not be surprised if these weapons were meant for Shimada hands. They have never given up on rebuilding their holdings." Bedivere speaks some interesting words about identity that spark the shinobi's curiosity. But he doesn't comment. Everyone has their secrets to keep. "Nevertheless, I should probably be going myself. I don't want to stay long enough to find out whether this world has a treaty with mine yet." He adds to Kotone, "If you discover anything else with the information you found, let me know. I will be on the broadband, and also keep a private radio tuned."
Lin "This is nothing!" Karal Rei Lin asserts to Kotone, but she'll help her with dressing the wounds if Kotone insists. The wounds DO look pretty nasty, it's just a wonder that they've all nicely staunched bleeding despite their grievous severity...

    Could probably benefit from some proper treatment even if she has supernatural healing factor..

    "Heiress..? Suppose the term fits." She's still glowing, but Lin's glow is slowly dwindling away. "Some incredible skill on all sides today... almost enough to make me wish I was watching and not participating, so I could've observed better!"
Sir Bedivere   As before, Bedivere files away the terms given for future consideration. He may not know the exact significance of them at the moment, but they may be relevant some time in the future, especially if Reinhardt Wilhelm has decided to ally himself with the Union.

  Those faded violet eyes linger on Genji, respectful but a little wary. The knight is one slow to trust, and that much shows in his proverbial distance; but at the same time, it seems he's taken a shine to Genji and his honourable ways.

  Trust a knight to regard honour so highly. It's a language they understand, it seems, the multiverse over.

  "God keep you, then. I will see what is to be done with this man-machine." He doesn't quite prod his sword at the Omnic, but he does tilt his chin to indicate it. "I have no doubt that the local authorities will wish to question it, and if they do not, perhaps the Union will."

  He offers a sort of abbreviated half-bow to Genji, before resuming his vigil with the Omnic at sword-point. True to his word, he'll wait until the authorities -- whether local or Union -- come to relieve him of his captive.
Kushiko Rather nice to see so many with a proper sense of honor, or so Kushiko thinks. Now as to the exact degree, she can't yet determine, but that will come with time. Dun Realtaí, Genji, Reinhardt are more names to add to that list. People to perhaps open up to.

Barring someone dragging her flailing towards that point at least.

Mag mimics the bow with unerring grace herself, before resting her hand on the weapon's hilt at her side. "Until next we meet again, then." The space ninja inclines her head towards Kotone as well, giving her shoulder a brief squeeze in passing before she launches herself a good twenty odd feet into the air, and gliding herself towards a nearby building in order to ascend to a place where her Liset can come pick her up.
Weiss Schnee     Weiss watches Genji's demonstration of refreshing his weaponry with rapt attention, making careful note of the fact that his arm is, indeed, robotic. "Well, if I ever, uh... lose and arm or something, I suppose I know who to call, right?" Returning a polite curtsy, she looks over her shoulder for her teammate. "I should go and make sure Yang doesn't find anything else to punch to death. We'll stay in touch, yeah?" With that, she turns to saunter off for Yang, the two eventually leaving on Bumblebee at some point.
Kotone Yamakawa Kotone Yamakawa Says "It's understandable honestly and I'm only somewhat aware of your world Sir. Though another time we may need to talk if your hostile to Talon."

She notes before she backs off a bit and gives a nod to the Tenno she's keeping in cntact but Genji's right it's time to start pulling otu but she /looks at KAral.

"Stop arguing, we're getting you to a medical site."

Kotone moves and is full on intending to pick up Karal and /carry/ her to medical aid.

"Worry about that later, before you paint the entire road red with your blood." She'll give the Tenno a nod as they depart... however if she can she will be carrying Karal off to medical treatment and if not well? No one can say she didn't try.