Scene #6930: Operation: Divebomb

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Big Boss	The San David Airfield in the Quilt does not service airplanes. It services orbital shuttles - similar to a plane, except it takes from ground to space. A common landing spot for those factions and organizations that make frequent space trips, it's quite large. The area consists of a runway, a lounge, and many hangars, which are rented to various corporations. The sky is overcast. The reason the Watch is here, according to what they'd tell people if they asked, is to deal with a drug smuggling ring. Based out of two of the hangars belonging to the 'Dimas Transport Company', a group has been working with the airfield authorities on the downlow to get hard narcotics into space and various colonies around the Quilt. The Watch knows the real reason they're there, though. They're moving Silent Jackal, one of Outer Heaven's top operatives, to capture a pilot - James Hopper, a cargo pilot for the Frewer Company, whose skill and reliability has allowed him to get a Paladins contract for the Ad Coelum. The Watch's goal is to make a large enough distraction without damaging Hooper's craft that Silent Jackal can extract him for interrogation and turncoating, return him, and no one be the wiser. The airfield is surrounded by a chainlink fence and a guarded gate. There are probably dozens of security guards, across the various hangars, protecting the various companies' vessels and secrets. Two hangars have slightly more guards than usual - these belong to the Dimas Transport Company. Frewer's is nearby. The airfield is in preparation for a launch, as well. A shuttle is on the runway, about to take off. It might be usable for a distraction as well. What is your approach? You've been offered a jeep and a driver if needed for any sort of insertion, otherwise, you have been recommended to 'do what you do best, and do it loud'.
Linehart	The Mirror Knight just strolls up to the front gate. He is massive. He is imposing. He has a spear over his shoulder bigger than he is, practically dripping with evil-looking magic. He is clad in shadow and night, a six-and-a-half-maybe-seven-foot-tall armored anachronism, just walking right up to the security checkpoint. He stops in front of one of the guards. A DAY AGO It's only a few hours after the battle with the Brand Knight. The Mirror Knight, carrying a sack of coins, had simply walked into his reflection in Gawain's glasses and disappeared. He emerges on one of the roads he had first entered the Multiverse on, and starts walking. And he walks, and he walks, into increasingly modern towns, into increasingly modern areas, until he arrives in the Quilt. There's a man yelling at another man. One of the men is tall, and broad, and heavy, with a baseball bat over his shoulder. The other is a young man, muscular, well-trained, in a camo jacket. The big man is yelling something about debts. The Mirror Knight, without hesitation, walks over, grabs the big man's hand, and deposits the sack of coins into it. There's a moment of confusion before the big man shrugs his shoulders, holsters his baseball bat, and says, "You got lucky." He walks away from the little man. The smaller man looks up at the dark knight. "You saved my life. Hell, you saved my wife. Was that...what, was that all the money you had?" The Evil Knight nods. "Holy shit. People like you actually exist." The Evil Knight nods again. The smaller man looks around for a minute. "Can I, like, repay you? In any way?" The Evil Knight nods. The smaller man rubs his chin. Then, "OK, listen. I used to be a soldier, right, but then I took a bullet in the knee. But I've kinda still got my ID, like, I visit the base, help out with odd jobs, stuff like that. You take this to them, and they'll let you in." He hands the ID Card to the giant, armored knight. The knight turns, and resumes walking away. RIGHT NOW The giant, armored black knight holds up a security card. The soldier stares at it for a long moment, then runs off to go have it checked. The card is swiped. The gate rises. Linehart just...walks on in.
Android 17	They have been provided a Jeep. "Huh," Seventeen says, but thinking that he has never actually driven a Jeep before. It sounds like fun! Getting into the driver seat, he fuddles with the controls for a moment, before starting it up. There is a grin on his face. Well, he might not like the end goal of the mission, but that doesn't mean he can't have fun. At the Airfield, Seventeen sits in the driver seat, waiting for the signal. Once Linehart is actually walking in, the jeep floors it. Hand coming out from the side and releasing a blast of energy forward to try and take out any tire tacks and the gate itself so they can fly right in. Once through, Seventeen does what any other suspected member of the Watch would do when busting a crime ring. He runs the jeep, off-road if necessary, RIGHT towards the suspected drug hangers. He only speeds up as he starts driving right towards them, hands gripped on the wheel. A glint in his eyes as his face turns into a grin. This was exciting!
C	Crow hadn't planned on coming out tonight, not at first -- but after hearing a little more about it, it sounded promising. More promsing than his luck at pick'em, anyway, and so he finds himself in the back of a jeep driven by a supposed Android. His bandana-clad forehead smacks against the jeep wall when he sees how Linehart gains entry. "Man. Did you guys see that? How's that even work? What are the /odds/?" His complaints are stifled when his head hits the wall again, less voluntarily this time, thanks to the reckless driving involved in Android 17's plan. "Ugh...really shoulda' stuck with the Black Jack, huh..well, whatever." Once the jeep crashes grill first into the enemy, Crow pops up the top with a shimmering blue aura. "ARCUS Activate!" Casting the Art, Grim Butterfly, darkness surrounds the jeep before a swarm of darkly gleaming, butterfly-like wisps rush forward and assault the unfortunate dealers in their den as they detonate on contact with a time-shaking pulse.
Selene	Stealth is not something anyone would think about if they saw Selene or her Pokemon. Between the bright floral shirt on the trainer and the physical size of her roster, there's not much sneaking anyone could realistically expect her to do. That's why stealth is out of the question for her. Instead, the chicken-hatted trainer is curled up into a ball in the back of the Jeep while a small black cat with red stripes on its legs and face peeks out from the neck of her shirt. She fiddles with a small gray and blue ball while she waits for her time to shine, grinning excitedly and bobbing her head lightly to the Bon Jovi music blaring from of the Jeep's radio. Sure, the guy's old enough to be her great grandfather, but that one song was pretty good! And there's her cue. Tossing that ball into the air, a beam of light shoots out of it as a massive bear cat thing materializes outside the Jeep, its face covered in teal and white luchador-style facepaint. As Selene leaps onto the Snorlax's back just before 17 starts ramming it into the hanger, it poses with one arm up and stands on one leg while the trainer scrambles onto its lowered arm. Her black and orange facepaint matches the coloration of the disgruntled cat sticking out of her shirt. "Stop right there, criminal scum! Nobody breaks the law on my watch!" She hollers as she mirrors the Snorlax's pose, raising her own arm and lifting one foot against her shin as if that was threatening... Somehow. The more threatening thing is that the disgruntled Litten in her shirt starts breathing fire at the closest target hanger. "Burn it to ground! Burn it aaaall!"
Riku	Mission start. There's a critical event going on, but he doesn't need to focus on that. Big Boss has that covered. All they need to do is catch these guys in the act, shut them down hard, and make a lot of noise doing it to throw everything off kilter. Riku isn't used to loud ops. But he can deal. He comes in behind Linehart, ready to rumble, but then he pauses as the imposing black knight just... hands over an ID card. And they get in. "How... what... You..." He blinks, shaking his head. "Well... Okay." But he doesn't have much time to marvel at this serendipity because Android 17 is busting in loud. He nods and rushes past Linehart. "I'll meet you there!" He can tell that the big guy is the slow and methodical type. Riku opens a portal of Darkness and launches himself through it. The other side opens up on the opposite side of the hangars from the target's plane. Sure, there's probably some guys with guns on the other side but that's why his Eidolon is leading the way. The twisted, black creatures rushes out of his shadow, taking the alpha strike and simply bull rushing its way into the corrugated steel wall of the building, taking anyone with it who doesn't get out of the way while Riku walks forward. "Knock knock." He says, Soul Eater flicking into his hand.
William Pauwel	William Pauwel is perhaps not in the best state for this particular operation. It turns out that burning out the man-machine interface for highly advanced cybernetic arms do a hell of a number on your motor neurons. The replacement parts were easy enough to manufacture, but the convalesence period isn't exactly short for that sort of thing. And so, he has chosen a somewhat more... subtle means of ingress. YESTERDAY The space shuttle 'THE FLYING DUTCHMAN' rests its wings at the Valais aerospace depot on the far end of the Quilt. That's about to change. The Cygnus is due to deliver a shipment of sweet and tasty oranges halfway to the other end of the region to make some extra cash on a long cargo haul across the multiverse. "Commence final flight checks," Captain Tusk, a thoroughly bushyfaced and walrusy sort gruffs from around a cartoonishly large pipe. He glances toward a nearby screen and produces a practiced, bassy harrumph. "Cargo," the captain barks, "Why are my doors still open?" "Sorry about that, cap'n!" A voice replies. "Just loaded up the last of the boxes. Some of those things're heavier than they look, haharr!" Tusk harrumphs one more time as a light labeled <CARGO> turns from red to green. "Alright then, set sail lads! We've a schedule to make!" NOW A totally inconspicuous orange crate has been stacked alongside a vast number of other totally inconspicuous orange crates in a small cargo warehouse adjacent to the Dimas Transport Company's two hangars. Nothing about this is at all out of the ordinary, nor is the literal flying pirate ship happily sailing off into the sunset anything to write home about here in the Multiverse. There wouldn't be anything unusual about this at all, if today wasn't about to be a very, very bad day for San David Airfield. The last of the footsteps drum out against the warehouse floor. The totally inconspicuous box of oranges... begins to wiggle, to shimmy, to bounce! It bursts! Oranges go everywhere. Except the one being munched on by one William Pauwel, Watchman. "Looks like snacktime's over," Will grins as Terminal Judgment's blue-white light ignites. "Hahaha! I knew hidin' in a box would work! Let's do this!" Things begin exploding, melting, and otherwise generally catching on fire.
Big Boss	Linehart approaches the gate, Riku deciding to tail hiim. They get in, thanks to his identification, because they have rules against profiling people for looking evil, and walks in. As he's leaving, he can hear screaming and chaos and explosions as the gate starts to close and is just barreled through with a flying jeep by a madman. Someone calls out to Linehart. "You're tough, right? You look it! Help us!" That madman, Android 17, is driving straight towards the Dimas hangars. There's two of them, both very large. The hangar chosen doesn't matter, because 17, if he doesn't stop, is going to smash straight into the door, put a hole in it, and probably badly damage the jeep. Big Boss has already put it as 'a write-off', though. Guards light up. They start moving, pulling out futuristic rifles, and firing at the jeep and everyone inside. Selene jumps out with a giant bearcat, smashing towards the hangar, as the metal is melted away and the ground burns from the sheer fire that a small kitten can put out. Crow fires butterfly-like wisps, that smash into the guards, and also the exposed hangar technicians, knocking them back. Inside the hangar, crate after crate is prepared for launch. Inside the other hangar, which Riku launches for, a massive black creature attacks and smashes through the wall, as men secretly preparing drugs for transfer grab security rifles and start firing on the Eidolon. Will is inside a different container, in a different hangar. He has to actually get out of that hangar to continue, but the guards of it are moving to shoot their laser flintlocks at the jeep, so it shouldn't be too difficult. Meanwhile, Silent Jackal is nowhere near the front entrance. He has cut a hole in the chainlink fence and crawled through, behind the hangars, and is currently using the distraction to approach the target's hangar. He pauses near the back, leaning against the steel, and waits for the guards to start moving. He's going to need a good moment of timing to get in, so the louder the Watch gets, the safer it is for him to go through a window.
Linehart	The jeep comes over the wall. The Mirror Knight is asked for help. The music grows tense. There is a remorseful ping, probably lost amidst the explosion. It's trickery, of a sort. It's not...fair, to them. But nor is it fair to allow his companions to run amuck, to abuse the generosity of another. But, nor can he turn his back upon his party. He was not asked to hurt the soldiers. He was asked to be a distraction. The text window pops up. Very well. The boss music grows more ominous. The Mirror Knight strolls forward as the Jeep lands, walking directly towards it. He raises his spear, and the music kicks into high desperation mode as a new text box appears. Know that I am Linehart, the Mirror Knight. Come, you who would intrude upon this sanctuary - this dark spear shal be your doom! The Mirror Knight strolls forward. And then he disappears into a shard of broken glass. He emerges from the Jeep's own reflective hood. Six-and-a-half feet of pure darkness just sort of surges into being, a red-slash visor gazing down at 17, Selene, and Crow as that ominous music goes into overdrive. The black spear comes off his shoulder. Prepare yourselves! He holds up a hand. The earth starts to shake. The echoes of the world's first waking -FIAT TERRUS! A spike of earth just sort of comes up under the right side of the vehicle to knock it spinning into the air. Whether Seventeen can save it or not, it's going for a ride, and probably a none-too-pleasant one. The Mirror Knight hits the ground with a whud, a crater cracking around the sheer weight of him.
Selene	Selene did not plan things out very far. Or at all, since getting shot at was not something she considered as a general matter. Thankfully, the Snorlax is extremely sturdy and weathers those blasts like a champ while Selene (with Litten) takes cover on its back. "Whoa! S-see, that's what I mean! Slunch, smash 'em to-" And then a new plan is laid. Tapping the rightmost ridge of her hat, she turns it so that the ridges are facing forwards while the Mirror Knight declares his intent to stand against them. "You stand with these criminals, then? Then let us clash blades, Mirror Mite!" She sounds particularly proud of that one. She then promptly screeches as she ducks back down behind the Snorlax, her bearcat taking up a defensive stance and absorbing the earthen blasted Jeep attack with its fat. "Not a bad first volley, but we'll see how much heat you can take!" Putting on an overdramatic tone, Selene slips the fire cat out of her shirt and raises it overhead as it starts belching fire once more, running around the Snorlax wildly to get that fire nice and everywhere, including at and around Lineheart.
William Pauwel	There's a hangar between where Will is and where everything else is happening, and frankly Will is perfectly alright with that! Tactical talk tells him all he needs to know about the situation outside, but /more importantly/ it means that a savvy strategist would probably look at this situation and figure that the stuff outside might just be a distraction for something else going down. You know, like a pilot being abducted. Or, as the case may be, some kind of sci-fi cowboy blasting his way out of a warehouse and into a hangar. Will takes aim. The target isn't exactly easy to miss. More of that blue-white light erupts from the barrel of his favorite gun as he fires blast after blast of concrete-igniting plasma into the warehouse wall. And then, if guards and so on are permitting, into the hangar next door as well!
C	Crow sighs deeply at the text box. This wasn't really what he signed up for, but being able to get the complaints out of his system along with a little bit of encouragement from 17 managed to motivated him into drawing his guns. "Okay big guy, let's tussle -- HUH?" A dark giant transforms into shape from within the busted glass of the vehicle, promising doom to its passengers as the vehicle goes flying. The local slacker of Class VII shows off just how agile he really was as he kicked himself off of the roof of the jeep and balanced himself within the air to counter attack with a barrage of orbal gunfire from the two blocky pistols in his hands, skidding to kill his momentum when he finally finds himself on solid ground. "He really almost killed me, I can't take this easy for a bit! Fine then, chew on this!" Holding his Double Mustangs at odd angles, seemingly pointing away from Linehart, he releases another flurry of shots that richochet in just the right way to angle themselves to strike at him from his sides.
Android 17	The Spike aims to try and take the jeep off its wheels, but as it pokes underneath the jeep, the ANDROID BARRIER pops open, blunting the spike in a less destructive matter as the wheel turns. The Jeep turns to face Linehart, before it peels out again. "I'm not so easy to take down! Time to make some roadkill!" he says, and attempts to literally run over Garline. Of course, the Jeep would be completely totaled. Leaping out, he aims to use the inertia of the crash to throw himself behind the Mirror Knight.
Linehart	The fire rages. It burns. It catches the ground, it catches the security post, it catches the fence. The burning, raging flame of the Pokemon scores across the Evil Knight's armor, heating it, heating it furiously. The chestpiece is glowing a terrible bloody red as the dark mail drinks in the light. The bits of the fur around his neck smolder. He walks through the flames, unheeded, that cross-scar visor blazing a terrible red to match the heat of his armor. A number pops up above his head, briefly. 117 The bullets start raining in. Most of them just ping harmlessly off that armor. Some of them melt under the sheer heat of the firecat. Several of them actually manage to dent that armor, smashing deep into the unusual metal. One of them pings off the side of his head, perilously close to a dangerous blow. 72 Then comes the jeep. Seventeen swerves it, with help from the Snorlax. The two of them keep it on the ground with ease, the rock spell simply cracking upwards and disappearing, with absolutely no damage to the surroundings. The revving of the jeep's engine, the pedal to the metal - they very much get Linehart's attention. Wham. The jeep meets one hand. The jeep crashes into that hand, hard. But it's not totaled - as Seventeen goes flying from the crash over the back of the Mirror Knight, he can see Linehart simply gripping the Jeep in one hand like some kind of horrible ironclad nightmare, closing down around the bumper. 32 The Mirror Knight looks over his shoulder slightly. The red glare, the ominous boss music intensifying and kicking up into a fast-paced desperate struggle music...Crow and Seventeen behind him, with Selene in front of him. An intriguing weapon. I'll make use of your generosity. Oh no. Oh yes. The spear disappears. Linehart lifts the jeep over his shoulder. He swings it, hard, at Selene and the Pokemon. But he lets go of it in the direction of Seventeen and Crow. Yeah he's busting into the base, incidentally, by hurling the jeep they came in on at them. That'd probably be more than a little worrying under normal circumstances. Amidst the fire and the wreckage of the jeep, Linehart starts advancing on Seventeen and Crow, the inevitable crawl of the night.
Riku	Oh look, guards! Oh look, rifles! Bullets slam into the Eidolon, slamming into the thing and ripping into the shadow-creature as he advances. "You think you're going to take me out like that?" He yells, even as the Eidolon collapses under the sheer firepower into tattered darkness. The first couple bullets spang off of Soul Eater, the third and fourth whizzing past and grazing across his body before another Corridor opens. Where did he go? The other side of the Corridor opens above them, and Riku drops down, the Eidolon reforming before him as it slams into the ground with an axe-handle strike, crushing cargo, the plans, and whatever else might be below as it hits with a ground-shaking impact. "You guys aren't ready for this!" He calls.
Selene	"Burn! Burn! Yes! Burn it all down! Ahahahaha!" Wait. Isn't Selene supposed to be the good guy here? Reeling it in some, she clears her throat as she lowers the creature to the ground so it can maneuver a little more freely. Good timing, too, as she notices that Linehart's not done with that Jeep yet. No, that Jeep is still very much in play and very much an immediate threat to her continued existence. She doesn't quite get his plan just yet as she drops back on her ass to cower behind the mighty Slunch, shifting its massive weight to slam a meaty fist into the ground and act as a bulwark against Linehart's blow. Despite its massive weight, the Snorlax still gets blown back by the sheer force of the Jeep-powered swing, and Selene herself nearly gets flattened as it rolls several times over her and the cat! "Guh... I thought you were supposed to be..." Wait. Don't blow his cover! "... A knight, not an archaeologist!" Too much of a stretch. Thataside, Selene keeps low to the ground out of being mildly crushed as the Snorlax picks itself and the Litten back up. "Alright... P-plan B!" What was Plan B? There was no plan A. Noting the Jeep flying towards the base, though, Selene smirks as she climbs onto the Snorlax's back once more. "Plan B. Run him over!" She gives the bearcat a theatrically loud, yet gentle slap on the back, and it starts charging at Linehart like a bat out of hell! Instead of actually trying to run him over, though, it angles its arms just so that, even if he was to take that charge head on, he'd just sort of be carried backwards in the direction of the hangar!
Android 17	The Jeep is thrown right towards Seventeen. He tries to stand in the way of it, both hands coming up and attempting to break it's momentum directly. The force of the blow is enough to send the cyborg skidding back. The force of the jeep bursts down his arms and through his body, causing some pain. "Huh, this guy's pretty strong..." he says, before attempting to KICK the jeep right back towards Linehart. "Shoot the Jeep with everything you have!" he says, as he does so with his own blast. Simply put, explode the jeep's gas tank. Because hey, they were all about trying to make a HUGE explosion.
Big Boss	The guards, sadly, are not permitting. While Will breaks through the wall and can get outside into the next hangar, laser flintlocks and futuristic rifles change focus on him, especially as Linehart moves to focus on the Elites. The guards allow an Elite to handle the jeep, so instead, they're going to focus on Riku and Will. He can probably blast his way through the hangar, as the shuttle leaving in the runway finally stops, but he'll get shot in the process unless he focuses on those guards! Riku, meanwhile, starts smashing into the cargo and the shuttle. The shuttle takes a heavy beating, while crates full of drugs are smashed open, causing the dealers to curse. As they're knocked out and down, they move to try and circle him (and Will, if he gets in), and start firing at them from all directions. One of them moves for the office in the back, trying to grab something out of a box. It's probably gonna be artillery. Silent Jackal uses the destruction of the big Elite Fight and the blazing fire to slip forward into the Frewers hangar through an open window. He needs time to watch the scared pilots and technicians inside, and pick out his man, so more time from his allies is necessary.
C	Raising his arms up once realizing 17 was going to try and stop it with his bare hands, Crow contributes by trying to hunker down and avoid taking it head on. His faith in the Android isn't misplaced, even though he winds up with aching, bruised arms while flat on his ass as a result. "I'm gonna' miss that jeep." But he won't miss that visage, darkness covered in flame, marcingly dauntlessly forward. Crow grits his teeth and raises his guns from his downed position, having reloaded his weapons with Wind Sepith and Water Sepith infused bullets in the time it took 17 to kick the jeep and call out to him. The flurry of bullets he fires into its underside with one Mustang delivers a stiff electrical charge which, alongside that Ki blast, would hopefully set it off, giving them some much needed breathing room.
Riku	No one's going /anywhere/ as long as Riku's on deck. Unfortunately, he's also not incredibly durable one someone can land hits on him. The bullets are starting to take their toll already even with the grazing hits. Circling Riku is basically impossible, however, as he deflects a couple more shots, blurring forward to launch through a Corridor. The other side opens and a shadow lashes out, grabbing a guard and pulling him back into Riku's arms as the teenager uses the man as a shield, pulling the man's arm to one side and the other to spray the area liberally. The one who's going into the back to get the artillery is noted. Already, he's estimating how this is going to go down... It's going to need to be precise.
Linehart	Seventeen kicks the jeep. It smashes into the Knight face-first, crashing right into the armor. He pauses, staggering. 122 And then Crow shoots it. It explodes. 174 Fire erupts around Linehart. Shrapnel rains down on him, furiously. It hammers against the armor with loud, nasty ping sounds. One of them, through the haze of smoke and burning wreckage, seems to have jammed itself into his shoulder, a spike of metal just emerging from the giant's armor. It doesn't seem to have gone deep enough to have drawn blood but it sure is deep. The giant continues his stride, his implacable, ironclad march forward. The spike is ripped out of him, swung offhandedly to knock away the smoke. In the process, flecks of blood splatter across the ground. The wound was made, but it wasn't deep, apparently. And then comes the Snorlax. The huge monster just drives into his back. He's not braced for it, not like the Jeep - he can't just one-hand the thing if he doesn't see it coming. It smashes against him, forcing him forward, forward, forward, right through the wall, right through the next wall, right through the wall after that, before Linehart finally gets his feet to the ground and stops the thing. 98 It looks like more damage was done to the surroundings than to the knight. His armor is dented, but not substantially - his red-cross scar of a visor continues to blaze with evil light. The Snorlax is faster than he is. The Snorlax is stronger than he is. And Crow and Seventeen are still outside. Alright. Time to make them come inside. He steps back a bit. He readies his hands as if he's about to swing. If it is archaeology you wish for the textbox pops up in front of them, Then I shall bury you within the earth. The jeep appears in his hands. A pop-up appears over his head. It's blue and white and in big bold and underlined letters reads SHADOW WAVE The music, which was already desperate, grows enormously loud. A second tone underlays it, a fast-paced, excited beat, like something is being built, something dangerous and terrible. The jeep appears in his hand. Wait, what? Darkness pours out of him, the sort of physical, ominous darkness that just screams HUGE BOSS BUFF INCOMING in any sort of game. Tendrils that on an old-school system would be pixellated terror become tangible, warping, spilling shadow. All of it concentrates into the jeep. The thing becomes a cloud of darkness, a shroud of raw, pulsating Evil. The Mirror Knight swings it at the Snorlax. It erupts into darkness. Dark waves burst out of it, shockwaves ripping through the arena. They do not leave trails in their wake. They do not do damage the surroundings. But they are absolutely good incentive not to let Linehart sit here and hit the Snorlax alone, because he can still attack the people outside the base just fine. That jeep makes a mighty fine weapon if you equip it first.
William Pauwel	It's never that easy, is it? Will gets no more than a step out of his makeshift doorway when suddenly bursts of laserfire scream downrange at luminal velocities. Will hisses back a curse as his much-abused arm absorbs several shots, with a half-dozen more scoring direct hits on the jet-black plate mounted to the outer flanks of his legs. Ancient metamaterial, excellent at absorbing and distributing thermal energy. Unfortunately it doesn't cover his /entire/ leg, and a few stray bolts burn into his thigh. But it'll take more than a few laser burns to put down a proper Chaser. Terminal Judgment's blue-white light flickers and fades away, replaced with a crackling haze of electrical chaos. Will darts back out of cover, gun blazing as rippling waves of energy like violet tv static erupt from the Solano's barrel. This is its 'stun' setting, but the kind of electrical onslaught that it brings to bear is, more vitally, usually especially effective against high-tech machines and electronics. ...Like the ones, for instance, those soldiers are using as guns, communicators and whatever else. Unfortunately, this also means he can't immediately go and reinforce Riku, but... He'll probably be able to hold out for at least a little longer, right!?
Big Boss	Riku grabs a man as a human shield, spraying the area liberally, blasting through guards who are now having their compatriots take cover. The human shield shouts. "Don't shoot! Y-you're one of our rivals, right? You don't gotta kill me, we got money, we just-" He stops as more guards come in, and actually surround without shooting. If Riku attacks again, or Will, who has nicely electrocuted his set of guards, gets past, they'll start shooting and kill the hostage if necessary. Riku might want to let him go, though, because... The man in the back, as he's preparing, has grabbed a rocket launcher, and is prepared to fire it straight at the horrible teenager and his shadow magic. If Riku's even a second too slow, the rocket will launch straight at him in an attempt to blow the hangar sky high (except for the office, which will probably be fine). Silent Jackal, inside his mission, has pinpointed his man, and is waiting to isolate him. Preparing his tranquilizer, he just needs the firing chance, then he can grab the body and fulton it.
Android 17	The wave of darkness surges out in all directions, threatening to consume them and drag them to the depths of defeat. Seventeen pushes through the attack, trying to keep one step ahead. If not for that maneuvering, it would have /hurt/ far more than he does now. Which is saying something because that was not insignificant. The wave crashes into the barrier, sending the Cyborg into the dirt, forcing him to try and flip back to his feet and skid across the field. Well, it seems they need to push this a bit farther. Seventeen leaps towards Linehart. Then disappears, aiming to just reform right under the man, his leg aiming up to try and knock the man back towards the nearest building. Both hands reach behind his back, as he fires a barrage of energy blasts towards the (hopefully) flying final boss. The result would be a whole lot of property damage, but also hopefully some choice hits on the man.
C	Appraising the black giant with a critical eye, Crow surmises to himself that this wasn't going to work. Of course, they were trying to get him inside to cause collateral, but they also were trying their hardest not to die. This was a real fight where death was not only possible, but likely. Linehart was fully intent on fighting as hard as he had to, and while they weren't precisely slouching, they needed to focus on more than just surviving. "Time to fire it up, ARCUS Activate!" Crow shimmered with a blue aura before the image of a clock face super-imposed itself onto him, spinning out of control. For him and him alone, time accelerated; one move for the others was several for himself. With his newfound speed, he weaved around the shadows while the clock up lasted, sprinting into the building and spinning on his heel to fire one Mustang twice, the freezing rounds attempting to ice over Linehart's legs before Crow raised his second gun, releasing a volley of bullets that roar with crackling electricity. His flow of time returned to normal, with his position now being to Linehart's flank. "Don't haunt me if you die!"
Selene	For something its size, Snorlax is much faster on its feet than Selene gives it credit for. Making a mental note to give it some tasty snacks later, she chases after it and Linehart as they crash through several walls. She's panting as she reaches the halfway mark, pausing to brace her hands on her knees just to catch her breath. Even that ominous music can't get her to stop panting, although she takes it in passively as she looks up at that text box that pops up. Thatcould be trouble. She swallows slightly as she stands back up finally, squinting a bit at the next box that follows followed by the swelling of the music. With all those walls still in the way of her, though, she starts running once again towards certain destruction... The Snorlax roars, and Selene drops to the ground. It, unlike its trainer, is much better equipped for getting hit by anything, and it knows it. It knows that this concentration of energy, Evil or otherwise, would be enough to send it flying, and that its trainer would probably eat utter and total shit on getting hit with the Shadow Wave or even being barely clipped by the residual blast. So it eats the hit, and it eats that hit hard. Flesh ripples and scrapes against broken glass, metal crunches against more flesh, and Evil energy colors that already darkened fur. "Can't get too close, so... Got it. Litten! Slunch! Triple tech!" The bearcat lets out a confused noise while struggling to remain standing before Linehart. The cat stands there for a moment, then starts running forward. Selene goes back on the offensive, hurling a metal folding chair out of her purse that's definitely too small to hold something that long into the air above the Snorlax. It comes down at a surprisingly well angled arc towards Linehart, and the black cat comes from around the lumbering giant to start belching flames at the Mirror Knight. The Snorlax, meanwhile, catches the chair, and it goes in. It swings that chair hard at Linehart from opposite the Litten's fire breath, trying to catch him in a pincer strike!
Linehart	Crow's ARCUS shot catches Linehart's legs as he smashes the Snorlax with his SHADOW WAVE TRUCK. The legs freeze over in an instant. The jeep disappears. Linehart brings his hand up to meet Crow's second round of bullets. They crash against his hand, glinting off it one by one. The lightning crackles in his gauntlet before he closes down on it and crushes it into nothing; little crackling bolts just splatter onto the ground as if he'd squeezed a handfull of water. 104 But this is a distraction, a distraction that Seventeen takes full advantage of. The Android disappears, much, much faster than the Mirror Knight. He smashes his kick into the heavy armor, sending him flying backwards. A barrage of energy blasts follow, punching into the ground, blowing apart the walls, blowing apart the ceiling. Smoke clouds and rubble fall about the base, about a huge impact crater in its midst. 153 From the smoke he rises. A terrible, monstrous dark shadow. A single, blazing, cross-scar visor of the deepest red. Smoke whirling about him both in his cape and in the debris. He discards the jeep, casting it aside like it's so much rubble. It falls apart the moment it's dropped, a smoldering heap on the ground. The cat takes advantage. It surges forward, blasting the room with fire. It pins Linehart down in the wreckage as the massive shadow falls upon him. There is a moment where the Snorlax, in the air, with the chair, is simply the whole of the world, juxtaposed against the blazing fire from the cat. Impact. The eruption is tremendous. What rubble was not already there is flattened. A wave of concrete and metal ripples outwards from the Snorlax's impact, from the enormous force of the Pokemon and the blow of the chair and the weight of the armor. The fire is blown in all directions, mostly put out, but some catching light here and there. And then the number pops up. 158 He's literally standing in an impact crater, at the center of it. The sheer force of the blows created it. The sheer power of the Snorlax's hit, of the Litten's fire, of Eighteen's kick and blasts, of Crow's freezing his legs so he could do nothing to mitigate them - all of it culminated in a single, enormous crater. And he's not down yet. Bits of rubble begin falling off of the armor as he starts walking up the hill. Chunks of debris, chunks of plaster, hit the ground. White dust kicks up around him. Chunks of the metal of the jeep, scattered by the Snorlax's explosion, fall from the wayside as the Mirror Knight, like death and taxes, makes it known that he is a certainty. That he is inevitable, unyielding, unrelenting. Implacable. His hand comes up. The blaze at the heart of the living sun. Fire leaps to life in his hand. It's a raging inferno in the palm of the gauntlet, a dancing, writhing flame that sparks and jumps. No pilot light this, no mere ember, but a wildfire clutched in thin air, as if it's being strangled by the sheer physical might of the man. FIAT IGNIS It's like a pillar of fire, a great fist of flame, comes punching down out of the sky. Indeed, pillars of fire do rain out of the sky, illuminating the surroundings briefly as they smash into the rest of the party. The entire thing is an impressive, blazing inferno...which lasts only for a few seconds before it disappears harmlessly, having touched absolutely nothing of the base or any of the soldiers who might be gathering to start trying to help him now that some of the shock has worn off.
William Pauwel	Well! That wasn't too bad. With his pursuers convulsing in a mildly charred heat at one end of the alleyway, Will is suddenly free to do exactly what it is a young man with his kind of firepower is wont to do with it. He's going to /blow stuff up./ But not without an appropriate level of coordination. A few words over tactical, and... Will is suddenly faced with a dillema. Presuming that he can get to the back end of either of those hangars, the fact remains that there are /two/ of them. Breaking into the wrong one at this juncture could prove disastrous. The gunman clicks his tongue and lowers a visor over his eyes. With a quick pulse of light, his vision changes. Thermal signatures burn bright, cooler areas take on a dim glow. With the kind of weapons these guards are packing, one of these hangars is almost certainly lighting up like a Christmas tree. Will just has to pick the right one, take aim at its back wall, and open fire with a blast of sun-bright plasma...! And, should nothing get in the way, he goes to do exactly that and possibly disrupt whatever plans these dealers have for certain heavy-weapons.
Android 17	Blasts of fire rain from the heaven, forcing the cyborg to block with bot shield and his hands. While the fire burned at the edges of his defense, causing the heat to swelter around him, the cyborg was far from ready to back down. The fighting caused the terrain quite a lot of damage and drew a lot of attention. At this rate, it was going to be a successful mission, and if the man wasn't taken it would be because of the failure of Big Bosses people, not their loudness. Flipping back from more fire blasts, Seventeen starts moving with the power of flight to keep himself mobile. Once more, Seventeen goes on the offensive, aiming to get into Linehart's face and attempt to punch the man repeatedly across the helmet. This is followed up with a kick attempting to sink into the solar plexus, before attempting to flip off of it and release a barrage of blasts down at the knight.
Selene	Selene can't help but watch in awe as Linehart takes blow after blow after blow from so many foes at once, yet manages to remain standing the whole time. The wrecked Jeep, the broken chair, the cratered ground, the hanger falling to pieces aorund them... "Just what's this guy made of? Man, if I can get Slunch to eat whatever he has..." Plotting training diets will have to wait. For now, it's time to focus on the present and keep making this a good show! Granted, it's easier to do that when she's (mostly) safely behind the giant meatwall, cringing as the inferno flashes forward from Linehart's hand around the whole lot of them. The Litten and the trainer cower from the flames, but it's the Snorlax that just stands there and takes what little of the flames actually sputter against its beefy body. It recognizes the show for it is, and Linehart might notice the slightest crack of an acknowledging smirk from the creature as it draws back slowly. Even though this particular maneuver didn't take it out, it's still on its last legs and needs a moment to breathe! "Alright, enough messing around... It's time to the bring the house down and really put it to these...!" Wait. Who were they here to stop again? "Um. Smugglers!" Safe. "Just like I showed ya, Slunch! Turn up the heat!" Unfortunately for the fire-breathing cat, it gets grabbed by the much larger bearcat and hisses before spitting flames again, being aimed like a living flamethrower in a reverse-spiral pattern towards Linehart and below Seventeen's angle of attack from above. A lot of those flames are going around the Mirror Knight rather than directly at him, though, in line with Selene's goal of adding to the lightshow, not just getting into a slugfest with Linehart. Not that she'd mind a slugfest, but still. Between the flames, the energy blasts from the android, and the lasers coming from Will's end, there's surely going to be plenty of bright lights to go around to the hangar owners' dismay! Selene's cat's flames might not play so nicely with Crow's icy bullets, but she's seen plenty of weird fire/ice beam mixes in shows before. It might just work here! Maybe.
C	With a grimace, Crow realizes that even the elementally infused bullets he'd loaded into his guns weren't doing much to help him or the others now; at least they were putting on a spectacle like they were asked. Ever quick on his feet, dashes away with minimal movement, resulting in mild burns and singes along his coat and his bruises arms. "Ow ow, man, if my hair caught fire.." Closing one eye, Crow glares seriously at Linehart, before glancing briefly to Selene and her crew, then to 17. Believing himself to have a relatively good gauge on Linehart's abilities now, his gut told him that they had to finish this now if they didn't want to eat dirt. "Welcome to the end of the line, I guess." Crow reloads with a fresh set of bullets infused with Time Sepith; his magical specialty. Spreading both arms out, he emptied his Mustangs out to the side, seemingly aiming at nothing at all. However, the pitch black bullets gleamed with magical power, and immediately curved in the air to swirl around 17, Selene, 17, Linehart and himself in a perfect clockwise circle. It was a mirage akin to the Art, Grim Butterfly, as they glowed with the same kind of power that those wisps did. "CROSS RAVEN!!" Abruptly, they fired at him from every angle, exploding on impact with raw power.
Linehart	Seventeen surges through the Fiat Ignis, his fist hammering against the armor over and over and over. The armor's head keeps going this way and that, struck over and over and over by the android's raw might. The kick sends him flying. At the last possible second, the ironclad nightmare's hand comes out to meet the shockwave. The physical attacks may have hammered against him; the ki splatters across his arm like so much water. 123 He's seen what Seventeen can do. He was prepared for the follow-up, if not the initial barrage. Will's laser punches through the wall as the flamethrower cat kicks into high gear. Fire blasts around the Mirror Knight, crashing against everything, burning, blasting, blazing. He actually brings his smoky cape around himself to defend him from the fire this time, guarding himself as best he can. It's probably better than they want, but it's not good enough to make that just go away, to make the flames licking his armor and igniting what little remains of the area around the impact crater any less troublesome. The Snorlax is monstrous, but it's the Litten that's doing most of the damage here by far. 115 And then Crow. He fires Time, charged with power. Every bullet punches directly into Linehart's armor, piercing directly through the shell. They crash into him. They punch through with all force, sending even the inevitable knight staggering, stopped in mid-step. The hand that had been holding that smoke-cape falls to his stomach. The gauntlet clenches in pain. The cross-scar visor alights, going from a dull pain to a blazing one. The battle music switches from the fast-paced one to a warning sound, a low-health pinging that's kind of annoying but still sort of catchy at the same time, like a siren got slipped into the music instead of what would be drums if it was being played by a band. The siren is keeping the beat now, and the music's wrapped around it. 328 And he rises. The Mirror Knight sweeps his hand aside. The smoky cape trails after it, a dramatic motion that sends some of the fire blasting away from him, dispersing the flame at his side. And now, the final curtain. The pulsing low-health music throbs, furious and frenetic and worried. So he's worried. He's not completely implacable after all. But you wouldn't know it just from looking at him. His hand clenches. Light starts gathering in it, rapidly building. Streaks come pouring into his hand. The light that dictates the time of origin! The world disappears. The battlefield goes black. Not black as night, not black as shadow. It becomes nothingness. Darkness. Absolute, unending darkness. The primordial terror that lurks at the heart of all things, the absence of everything, even the most fundamental radio waves, the flickers of existence that remind that the world is still there. Selene, Crow, and Seventeen can still see each other, of course, and they can certainly still see Linehart, but there is no light, no life, not a hint of the base. No land below them at all, nor sky above them. Only darkness, every which way.
Linehart	FIAT LUX The world explodes into light. There is an enormous roar. Stars burst into being. Galaxies go whirling past. Suns ignite, set careening on their paths. Crow and Seventeen are in the middle of all of it, in the middle of the whirling, overwhelming force of someone's overly-dramatic rendition of the Big Bang. Selene is lucky enough to be slightly off-center, to be on the radiant edge of the birth pangs of the universe, rather than the dead center. And then it fades. Absolutely no damage has been done to any of the surroundings. Not a single bystanding soldier has been hit. Linehart's red visor flares. The holes in his armor are slowly mending themselves. Oh.
Riku	The goons realize this is getting really messy. Rikua acknowledges that to be the case. But he isn't required to take them all on himself. The shooting stops, and Riku... Also stops. Nothing said he had to kill them all. The Boss even said he'd prefer casualties remain low. He remains cautious, however, keeping the man close as he looks around. "You got money, huh?" Riku says. "Well, bring it out. Let's see what you've got." This is as good a plan to distract them as any for when William winds up and blasts the wall. When that DOES happen, however, Riku disengages, bolting for the exit to let Will take the heat for a moment while he repositions and prepares to sweep.
Big Boss	The actual airfield security that isn't focused on the hangars are moving to reinforce Linehart. Their rifles are brought up to reinforce the 'Black Knight', blasting at everyone with collective fire. They're smart. Their goal isn't to directly take out the intruders with a wave of bullets - it's to suppress them and force them closer towards Linehart's attacks, making them pick between eating bullets or eating fire. The goons move to get out money, slowly. Briefcases of cash. They've got a hostage and an Elite madman, after all. But as they do, they're waiting for a moment they can shoot Riku. They don't have it at first... And then Will fires into the artillery stash. This is both good and bad. Good, because it blows up the wall and the guy with the rocket launcher. Bad because it explodes /hot/, and the hangar starts falling apart. "Shit, shit!" One of the guys shouts out. They go wild, trying to run, randomly gunning at Riku and Will alike as they come in and out, but their aim is terrible. They're clear to sweep. Silent Jackal fires his tranquilizer at the target's head. The dosage knocks him out instantly, allowing Jackal to dive forward, grab him, and drag him out the window. Once he does, he just takes a harness, attaches it to the man, and activates it. A balloon sends him flying upwards. It dangles there for a moment, before shooting into the sky to be picked up by a helicopter. <"Package delivered. Just need a bit of time for the mailman to send it back."> Jackal says, as he prepares to exfiltrate. Hopefully, the group can give him enough time to get out and for Stalker Bloodhound to do the World's Speediest Interrogation on a man whose will is probably not that strong in the first place.
Android 17	The lights go out, Seventeen turns his head. They were still somewhere, but this was...something. This was the only warning he needed. The Android Barrier came to life, ready to defend against the onslaught that was going to try and win this encounter. Suns are born, the universe comes into being, the explosive force of creation attempts to shatter Seventeen and his barrier. Despite everything, he can hold it up, only the intense stress of the attack was straining against the Android's nigh impenetrable barrier. Eventually, causing a bright light to obscure everything. Out of it, Seventeen storms out, a blast of energy thrown ahead of him to try and breakthrough whatever defense remained in his way. Seventeen appears behind Linehart, bruised and battered, but not down. Both hands swing down to try and smack the knight down, before slowly rising up. Energy gathered above his head, electrical energy surging through the ball before he throws it down, attempting to detonate it on Linehart...and of course, make a mess of the area in the process.
Selene	As the music hits another ominous crescendo, Selene's starting to sweat again. She's excited, certainly, but there's also a sense of dread looming overhead as Linehart appearing to be gearing up for one last big push. One last rush of ULTIMATE PAIN. One more completely incomprehensible attack that straight up warps her perception of the entire battlefield. "Is this what it's like to be in a high-level Pokemon battle? No... This is even bigger than that!" She's visibly drooling with excitement at the adrenaline rush coming from this pitched battle. It's kind of weird. "This is what fighting out in the wild really is like...!" Her eyes glaze over with the lightshow going on before her, and if not for the Snorlax's girth shielding her from Linehart's visually world-rending attack, there's a pretty good chance she'd be plastered against a wall right about now! Having seen something like those attacks earlier, though, the Snorlax knows that there's a focal point to it. Something has to get hit, certainly, but there's room to protect others from getting hit. In the windup animation of that universe birthing blast, Slunch tosses the Litten backwards into Selene's face. It brings its arms up, and the attack sends the giant flying backwards, lifting clean off the ground and likely crashing through several walls and/or security forces on its path. The Litten, meanwhile, having seen its savior and protector smashed out of the hangar like a certain sandbag, starts growling and snapping while flames leak from the corners of its mouth. Selene, realizing that the airfield security is trying to corral them in, picks up the cat to try and keep it under control while figuring out the next course of action. "E-easy! If we blast our way out backwards, then... That's it! Litten, just like-uhhh" It's glowing. The fire-spewing cat starts casting a blinding light around as its outline changes shape into something larger, back to its regular shape, then back and forth multiple times. It does this for a good ten seconds or so before it settles on a moderately larger form with a distinctly louder roar. Litten has evolved into TORRACAT! The blakc and red cat, aside from being bigger, has a peculiar little glowing bell under its neck. The bell rings incessantly as that leaking fire grows into an inferno not unlike Linehart's own a good while earlier, only slowing down when it finally unleashes those flames upon Linehart and the security alike!
C	Crow smirks, but it's full of worry -- he'd struck a critical, no, decisive blow against Linehart, but .. He was still standing tall. That feeling in his gut before turned out to be truer than he could have realized, as the background faded away into the dark. Everything returned to nothing. "What is this? It's...Void." .. yes. It was a blank canvas. It might as well have been a blinding white, it was the same thing; the abscence of everything. All that existed here right now were himself and the others. And then in a great flash, gases appeared and ignited into stars. There was nothing, and then there was everything, and it was within this star of beginning that Crow burned away like a matchstick; a sensation as if he were scattered like particles of sand. When he came to, his entire body was racked with pain. "U...ngh.." With a rasp, he crawled away from ground zero. The others were still fighting, he was vaguely aware, but he was in no condition to continue. Rather, he just had to get himself away from the danger zone.
Riku	Riku was ready for the explosion. The moment it happens, he's in motion. It turns out that the teenager can hoist the guy just fine. Or more accurately, his Eidolon does, as it surges up and slams the guy into the ground with a KO smash while Riku leaps backwards into a Corridor. The hangar collapses, and Riku gets to work, splitting targets with Will. He dodges falling metal while he pounces on a man, smashing him into the ground before bouncing off of him, vaulting acrobatically over to roundhouse kick another, flipping to air rebound off of his Eidolon to descend on a third. The bad aim basically gives him free reign to predate on these guys, constantly maneuvering to get blindside shots on them and bringing them down with firm, but nonlethal strikes. Unless one of these guys learns how to aim, there's going to be a pile of KOed crooks pretty quickly outside the collapsing hangar.
Linehart	Seventeen's ball of electrical energy smashes into the Mirror Knight dead on. It forces him to one knee, the sheer pressure of it, the sheer force of it, the sheer weight of the Knight's own injuries pressing him down onto the ground. The crater grows deeper. Fingers twitch and spasm. The music gets even more frenetic as a second siren joins the first, flaring and wailing and whirling up and down. The Mirror Knight tries to close his fist but he cannot, not from the sheer electric shock, nor the pain of it. Still, he stands. 198 The cat evolves. It is furious. It is on more fire. There are guards all around him. Linehart is not fast. He is not especially swift. But what he is is bulky. He is massive. He can heal. The guards cannot. If it is within his power to save someone who does not need to die, he will do it. Linehart surges forward as the Torracat draws its first breath, as it charges him. He is a train. He is a massive moving hunk of metal that does not intend to stop in the slightest. At the last possible moment, he throws his arms forward, directly into the Torracat's face. He guides the fire into himself. Not some sort of mystical absorption. Not some sort of magical guidance. No, he simply moves his hands and arms to ensure that the flames spill hardest onto him, that the path of least resistance is him. That they go to him, to give the security guards a chance to run and survive. The pain is tremendous. The fire crashes into every hole in his armor, every joint. It sears into his cross-scar visor. It fills his lungs with smoke. The armor superheats, burning against his skin. But they will live. 258 And still he stands. The Mirror Knight rises to his full height. He flickers. The music turns to a victory fanfare, an upbeat, victorious song. The Mirror Knight disappears. There's some shards of glass on the ground.
William Pauwel	Will was ready for an explosion. He was not, per se, ready for an explosion THAT big. There's a difference between 'plain old ordinary kaboom' and 'accidentally cooking off a heavy weapons stash.' Will spends a good few seconds obscured by a veil of smoke and fire, which is /probably/ for the best because he also spends those precious moments knocked inelegantly onto his ass. "Ugh," he groans as the hangar begins to implode not so far away. "That was... bigger than expected--" A laser smashes into the cloud of dust and abruptly scatters into a haze of energized light. Will jumps halfway up onto his feet at the sight, but it takes long enough that-- if these jerks /weren't/ aiming like a bunch of stormtroopers, he'd probably have taken one or two shots to the center mass by now. As is, though, he has plenty of time to stand back up and help Riku with sweeping duty. His chosen tool is as it ever has been: Precise application of electrical pulses. ...Though Riku should... probably pick those guys up when they go down. Being stunned in or around a collapsing building is something of an issue.
Big Boss	The guards salute Linehart as he rescues them. He'll be remembered as a hero, at least until someone can truly investigate, which may take some time, and find out that he wasn't supposed to be there. As the hangar explodes, Riku is able to take advantage of the chaos to take out the guards, while Will's electrical pulses aid. As they're removed, they're unconscious to be found by the guards, and there's plenty of evidence of their smuggling now that can't be avoided. A short time after the group will be able to run away and leave, James Hopper is returned. He's able to verify himself for the personnel check throughout all the hangars, and, due to his weak willpower, now believes in a new cause. The cause of Outer Heaven, where he is known as Bastard Hippo.
Selene	The Torracat continues breathing out smoke and embers as it stares at thespot where Linehart had stood, the show/battle against the ferocious knight finally ended. Selene, too, is left somewhat awestruck by everything that's happened, but there's no time to process it just yet. They still need to escape, and Slunch is still rather injured. Pulling herself up, she shoots a menacing, if somewhat overdramatic fake-evil stare at the guards as she holds her hand out dramatically. "There! You see? the... Hh..." She starts hunching over, hacking a few times as the adrenaline from battle is replaced with physical exhaustion. She waves a few times, then pulls out that blue and gray ball to recall the injured giant into it while the flaming cat stares down the security detail even now. At least she can pick up that glass to make sure Linehart's brought back safely, too. "Lemme-ow. Gotcha!" She sounds satisfied despite cutting her hand on the glass, slipping it into her pocket and pressing the wound to her mouth while hobbling away with her new Torracat behind her. She makes sure to slow down by Crow as well, offering him a hand up without a care to the likelihood of getting pulled down in the process.