Heroes: Shadows over Millenium

[LadyTevar]

It was nearly a pity that everyone else on the team was thinking more of hitting Garth than tending to Argent's wounds. She was trembling, starting into shock perhaps, but the warmth of HotFoot's aura worked as well as a blanket. Underneath the MOPP suit bandages, the bleeding was already slowing, the severed blood vessels sealing to prevent death by bloodloss.
Lei's demonic heritage might save her from bleeding to death, but the muscles would still need stitched closed to heal properly.

[Cynical Cat]

Blackheart appeared and was immediately enveloped in a cloud of dust and rubble. Saibot was trying to make this hard, which means he had gone completely around the bend or had his sense of reality completely warped or both. That did, however, leave a clear trail.

Blue-light shown briefly as his flash vision chopped the largest pieces of rubble into easily handed chunks. He tore through the mess in moments, tearing his way through and then flying full speed. Saibot was just ahead.

[SirNitram]

Gravitas' portals snapped shut. This is because, unlike Legacies and Blackheart, most of a street had fallen onto him. Slowly, the contents of the tunnel began to lift back up, and Gravitas became visible as he stood in the Guardian's path. "....I am never making fun of Atlas for having bad posture again..." The cave-in victim groaned softly, trying to focus his mind after taking a hit no one should survive.

He was, however, in between a baseline with a sword and power ring, and alot of noncombatant Metas. It was where he was meant to be. Even as his eyes blurred focus from the blow, even as his power was mostly holding up a street, he tried to look into Garth's eyes. "You go no further.... You shall not spill their blood..."

It might have sounded badass, had he not been wheezing.

[Dark Silver]

He heard the sounds of debris being shifted out of the way as Blackheart tore through the collapsed tunnel. Blackheart was already flying at him by the time his arm lifted, and a wall of pure force field energy came up before Blackheart, it streched the entire width and height of the tunnel, and the Guardian stayed in position as he waited for Blackheart to slam into it.

Gravitas' voice echoed out at Garth, and his gaze shifted for a single moment, to the Olympian, "Killing it didn't work....besides...this rapist traitor will only get what's coming to him, like the bitch did. Then Legacies...I'll save my "old friend" for last....I'll be free then....I'll hunt the mother fucker who took me, who tormented me...and I'll break free. Besides..what does it matter if I kill all of you..none of you are real."

[Charon]

Legacies was on Blackheart's heels, before he came to a stop at the sight of the shield, the symbiote looked back at Gravitas. "How accurate are your portals? We want you to put us on top of him."

[Agent Fisher]

Ghost turned. He spoke into his comm. "I'm hearing gunfire. Someone talk to me." He continued moving past people. Ghost had been working in highly dangerous areas for nearly twenty years, and he was still nervous, surrounded on all sides by Metas. Some with guns, and some who didn't need the weapons of normals. He had heard Hotfoot and was heading towards his location, his finger on the trigger, ready to open fire if anyone acted hostile.

[Cynical Cat]

Blackheart slammed into the wall with enough force to rattle him. A burst of his flash vision and the wall collapsed. Blackheart came through. Blackheart closed, knowing that Saibot was going to hit him again. No point in reasoning with him. If Saibot was going to slice that bitch Argent, Saibot was sure as hell going to slice him.

[Dark Silver]

He didn't slice though, keeping his own forcefield up, infact, increasing the density and size of it around his fist, Saibot brought it right at Blackheart's head.

"I want to enjoy this cocksucker....This is for fucking Lei..."

[SirNitram]

"Wall.. Is down..." Gravitas wheezed at Legacies, focusing on keeping the ceiling up. The hit had taken nearly everything out of him, honestly. His body, tweaked to Nova perfection as it was, still couldn't easily take that kind of blow. His eyes kept trying to focus on Garth.

"Stupid... Metahuman." He groaned softly. "They're... Innocents! You swore!" The weakened Nova spat out, wheezing and coughing up blood. Gravitas failed to do more than yell. "You defend the weak! You swore!"

Internal damage was massive, but Gravitas made a whole half-step forward, mostly fueled by indignation. Then his leg gave out, buckled, and he sank to the knee. The street, however, remained airborne. "Traitor.." Was all he could croak out.

[Cynical Cat]

Blackheart hit Saibot in a flight augmented rush. The fucker was truly delusional if he thought Blackheart was fucking Argent. Fortunately, he had taken the time to talk and Blackheart used it. Unfortunately, Blackheart had only one good hand.

His right hand closed on Saibot's wrist before he could bring his ring to bear. His left arm wrapped around Saibot, restricted his ability to swing his sword.

[Charon]

Legacies saw his openning, and figured that Gravitas could take care of himself. The silver figure launched forward, sharpened tendrils lashing out at Saibot's right arm, the one carrying his dagger. The tendrils dug into the field some, but caught a hold. Legacies meanwhile did not stop, passing by Saibot and then pulling on the sharpened tendrils as hard as he could, intent on removing one of Saibot's weapons.

[Hotfoot]

Ghost's transmission finally came through as he was trying to apply pressure to the wounds. Unfortunately, Argent had to get a little indecent for him to make sure that her outfit wasn't in the way of the wounds. "Argent is hurt, Saibot's gone batshit. Freaks are friendly, save any that don't try to kill you! If you've got a good medkit, tell me now!"

[Dark Silver]

Blackheart, while crippled, was still formidable, plus he now had to worry about Gravitas and Legacies. The fight could go bad for him.

Luckily, he still has his life support field up when Blackheart grabbed him, the normally pliable field allowed the Meta to grab a hold him, But the Guardian was still in control.

The field hardened, and began to expand, forcing out against Blackheart's hold, and Legacies gripe on the dagger. The expanding movement was slow, but that wasn't the only trick, as the Guardian rushed backwards, flying as he and Blackheart crashed into the stone wall and pipes, Blackheart pinned between him and the structure.

Gravitas' words reached him, but his lips curled upward inside the helmet, "I swore to defend those who could not defend themselves...I swore to defend people, not hallucinations. Not some sick minds twisted joke."

[frigidmagi]

Okay.. I'm lost, I'm confused, I'm angry... And I can level city blocks... Well that just completes the damn circle then doesn't it! Blast looked around and saw all the so called in charge folks have run off and left a teammate bleeding to death. Okay, first job, get her to a medical zone run by someone who doesn't look at humans as a source of protean. Concentrate. One guy still here, ask him.

Blast didn't realize it but he was glowing, a nice white light from to much energy, between Saibot, Hotfoot and more...

"You! Which way out! Hurry it the fuck up before she bleeds out." He snarled.

[SirNitram]

The street that had fallen slowly tilted to one side, and slide away. Gravitas, bloodied, still bleeding, weakened, but standing. "You... Aren't... Hallucinating!" Gravitas spat at Legacies.

It hurt. Everything hurt. At least one lung wouldn't inflate. There was definately internal bleeding and lots of broken bones. "Stupid... Metahuman! Hate us... Don't even know you are one!" Gravitas ranted, unable to even stand. The jolts of pain suggested one of his legs was broken.

"You... Won't... PASS!" Gravitas wheezed. He sounded like a geriatric defending himself with a golf club.

[Cynical Cat]

"Nice trick," said Blackheart. "Haven't seen it before. Well executed. Not enough." He scissored his legs around Saibot's waist. "Why don't you tell me, if I'm a hallucination, why I haven't overpowered you yet? Why I have to work for the win?"

He focused his flash vision in beam of gradually increasing intensity on Saibot's sword arm. Heat leaked through, more and more. Pain caused the arm to spasm and the sword to drop. "I would say 'sorry' but if you had more brains and fewer ego problems you would realize you were back in the real world and hurting real people. I am sorry about what they did to you."

[B4UTRUST]

The sounds of tunnels coming down echoed further into the lair of the Legion. Worried glances and fear was spreading like wildfire. Something was happening and nobody seemed to have a clue.

Freakshow glanced down at the trio when they appeared. He saw how badly she was injured. He reacted the way he should have reacted. Dispite his sometimes less then ethical dealings and doings he was at heart a good person and a leader.

He grabbed the phone off the hook on his desk and hit three numbers, dialing to another extension.
"This is 'show, get Troll to my office asap. We've got wounded."

The reciever fell back to the hook as he glanced over at the guy helping her.
"Keep pressure on the bleeding and change out the bandages. Med team is on the way."

Freakshow peeled off his own shirt and tossed it towards Hotfoot. He picked back up the phone and hit another number.
"We're leaving. Injured, women and children are priority, everyone else after that. I'll be in the last ground. Set the rigs, I'll trigger when we're gone."

From down the hall what sounded like a giant running was rapidly coming towards the office. Giant wasn't to far off the bat with Troll. He stood over eight foot tall and weighed over 400lbs easily. Covered in reddish-orange fur he closely resembled the storybook descriptions. Tusks, curving horns, the whole nine yards. His ownly covering was a ripped pair of cloth pants that may at one time been a pair of scrubs. He had a long board under one arm and a large medkit in his other hand.

[Charon]

Legacies was eerily silent, anything resembling a face long gone from the head that shifted. As Saibot smashed Blackheart into the walls of the tunnel, Legacies braced himself as more tendrils lashed out and wrapped around Saibot. Holding him in place just as Blackheart did, as the blade dropped out of Saibot's hand, a tendril lashed out and grabbed it, pulling it back into Legacies' grasp. The now familiar boost of speed slowed down time as Legacies watched the fight.

[LadyTevar]

The bleeding had stopped, but Argent still shivered where she lay on the ground. If not for Hotfoot holding her, she'd be curled tightly in a fetal position.

The threads were tangling. Anger and hate from some, fear from others, pain from many. They rushed in on her, throbbing down the links from her teammates, except for one gaping hole where Garth should have been.

Argent twitched in Hotfoot's arms. She was still falling into shock, if not already deep into it. Her eyes were shut, seeing nothing but what was inside her own mind.

Others. Many, many others. Frightened of what was happening. Two others were close... one felt similar to Gravitas, that same burden upon his shoulders. Another felt competent, mostly calm. Someone who knew his duty to others. Neither meant harm.

[Dark Silver]

The helemted head slumped forward for a brief second, as if in defent, his body slacking, though remaining upright. Then the helmet rocked back, the hard back enhanced by the forcefield, cracking into Blackheart's face.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

"LIARS!" he shouted, as a new factor was added in. The field began to heat up, the external layer no longer simply a protective field, the Guardian was trying to burn Blackheart, and Legacies' tendrils, off of him.

[Agent Fisher]

Ghost swore. "Yeah, I've got a kit. Now take a breath and calm down, kid. I'm on my way." He took off running, decloaking himself and heading towards Hotfoot.

[B4UTRUST]

Freakshow looked over at Blast. A second ago he cared, and now he knew. Trusting the norms was a worthless gesture that would get them all killed. They couldn't even keep from killing themselves how was he to trust one of them to keep his people safe. Fine.

Troll stood in the doorway then started to move towards the injured female. He ignored the glowing, he had seen more then his fair share of strange shit in his short lifetime. And he had learned that if it didn't immediatly attack him, call him names, or kill him, then he would usually have at least a second's chance to explain.

"The way out is on the other side of Troll there. After that you've got a couple ways to go. Maps on the table, help yourself."

[SirNitram]

There was a sickening snap as bone clicked into place. It was taking everything he had, but Gravitas was standing up. "No more... running. No more.... foisting on others." The shield could be perceived, he knew it was heating. The two assaulting it might not do it.

The remaining arm snapped with the same horrific-sounding noise, then and reached into a pocket. A ring slid onto the finger, and began to glow white. "This is gonna hurt..." Was the near-silent murmur.

Then an eye-torturing blast of white fire, flames licking at the edges, shot from Gravitas and towards the trio. It missed... Arced... Twisted... And hit from the far side, trying to avoid Legacies and Blackheart.

[Cynical Cat]

Blood poured from cuts on Blackheart's head. Taking a .45 to the face did less damage than what Saibot was doing to him. And then there was the heat. His armour had layers that could take that, and he was as tough as he always was, but that just meant he had some time to work with before he was a mess of third degree burns. Where was Blast when you needed him?

He held, as best as he could. "Legacies," he shouted. "Stun him or strip the ring. Otherwise I'm going to run out of options real soon."

[Hotfoot]

Hotfoot grabbed the shirt, looking at the source with no small amount of surprise. He paused only for a moment, tearing the shirt into workable strips of what was effectively gauze. He reworked the bandages, working at a lightning fast pace, tearing apart his hazmat gear even further, tearing his own cheap t-shirt off and flash-drying it in his aura as more guaze. He worked frantically, knowing that his own knowledge was limited to basic bandaging techniques.

The feelings from Argent trickled through, so he didn't bother looking up as troll came in. He simply moved her hair away from her face and whispered, not turning on his radio. "Hold on Argent, you're going to be okay. Help is here." He kept the gas mask on, using it to shield his face from the world. As Troll came close, he snapped back into the normal world, his breathing heavy.

"She's badly hurt, a deep cut down the front of her chest. I did what I could to stop the bleeding, but she needs serious help. Please do whatever you can."