Just Like You Imagined (Anyone And Everyone!)

A bullet is a deadly weapon. The small capsules are stuffed with with a high explosion and with the pull of a trigger a hammer slams into it igniting the explosive material. The bullet having no other way to expend the energy inside the small chamber goes flying forward out the barrel pointing at the intended victim. The weapon then flashes through the air slamming into and possible through whatever it hits-Depending on the size of the bullet of course-. Often time missile will pierce a vital organ, and even more often it causes massive bloodloss and internal bleed.

Of course this does not apply to Derrick. The Assassin didn't move and let the bullets tear through his clothes before hitting his diamond hard skin and stopping completely. One rather ambitious bullet dented the man's skin ever so slightly around his neck, causing the blond haired man to cock his head a little bit. Taking the bullet from his neck he dropped it to the ground, and looked at his opponent whose face was a mix of confusion and exasperation. Unlike his new found adversary Derrick had no need to Dodge bullets.

"Let's play," The blond haired man burst forward like a runner out of his starting block. He was mere feet away from the man, who was readying his sword, when he jumped into the air above him. Landing on the balcony on opposite the one he was drinking tea on he landed with a thud, making sure he dropped a small capsule to the ground where his opponent stood.

The Grenade-Which lacked a pin- Fell to the ground slow enough for the man to realize what it was, and start to run only to get caught up in the resulting explosion that shattered all the windows in a two block radius, causing the appropriate amount of panic.

The Blond haired man looked down as the smoked started to clear, not only to see if the man was indeed alive, but to scan the area for any other threats; Derrick had a strange sensation that he was being watched.

OoC: lalalalalala BOOM!

An explosion rocked the ground, and piece of high velocity shrapnel slammed against the high-impact bulletproof windshield of Jennifer's car. The shrapnel skittered off over the roof of the car, stopped by the bulletproof glass, but the glass was now filled with thousands of cracks in a spiderweb pattern; damage that was costly to repair. CORE wouldn't cover the costs of damage that occurred when she wasn't on an official mission. Jennifer grabbed her weapons and put her masquerade mask back on.

She jumped out of her vehicle and onto the sidewalk, equipping both of her plasma armguns and warming them up. She located the white-suited man who'd damaged her expensive convertible, barely managing to see him through the smoke, and jumped out from behind her cover, firing several bolts of high-energy bright green plasma at him. She then rolled away, hiding behind another car and getting ready to fire again if the first shots didn't take care of him (and from what she'd seen, they probably didn't.)

--/+/--

The explosion knocked ISAAC too the ground. Shrapnel and debris from the explosion scattered against his protective energy shield, causing no damage to his shiny black chassis. ISAAC somersaulted back to his feet. The area was now a wreck zone, police cars overturned and full of holes, walls burnt charcoal black, and bodies littering the debris covered asphalt. The sky was raining shattered shards of glass from the windows that had broken during the shockwave caused by the fragmentation grenade.

ISAAC could see through the smoke cover quite clearly with his infrared and sonar enhanced vision. As he was about to approach the man who'd dropped the grenade, someone jumped out from behind a nearby vehicle (which ISAAC had noted was occupied earlier, but didn't make much of it; assuming it was someone hiding from the chaos outside, afraid to make themselves known) and fired bolts of green plasma at the man. The cloaked figure hid behind another vehicle before ISAAC could get a good look at it.

The Lilim turned to Zach, “Hey, I’m not a coward. But that chick- you know Monroe?” Forget that he just interrupted the red-haired man’s question to the girl. Who else was he suppose to talk to?

The elemental glanced back, “Yes. In fact, he’s in this city, too.”

Hey, good news at last. “He’s here? Now?” Shan grinned. “Huh, I wonder what Teach is up to?” He looked around the area. Maybe I should look him up. After all, wherever he is, there’s probably something fun going on. Trouble always seemed to pop up in the Dome when he was around. Most likely his fault, too.

He had barely taken a step when the ground under his feet shuttered, accompanied by a large explosion. The mercenary wobbled but kept his balance. “What the hell was that?” He darted out of the alleyway and saw that the street a couple blocks down was a, well, mess. A number of police cars were smoldering and a small crater sat in the middle. Several people were also in the area. Probably the ones who had caused the damage. And from the looks of them, they were pretty interested in causing more.

Shan scratched his head. Hm, to get involved or not... Maybe I’ll just watch for now.

Jonah crawled his way out of the rubble, his skin slightly charred in places from the blast. It seemed there was more now, but Jonah was concentrating on the man who had attacked him. This was going to be interesting.

Dropping his empty guns, Jonah drew his sword. Running his hand along it, it became charged with both shadow and light magic. Hoping to take the man by surprise, Jonah swept forward, speeding through the air. In one great slash the energy in the sword was unleashed, twilight spreading among the rubble.

"I'm not like I was back in Chinatown. Unlike back then, I'm intent on finding out how much I've truly grown. You're the only person here of interest to me at the moment... so what do you say? If nothing else, can you simply fight me to help me see how much I've grown. I must know... how far I've come since then. So... what do you say?"

Raisha blinked, looking at him for a few moments. He seemed so intent on fighting her, just to show off his strength. What if she had fought him and unleashed all her power to show him just how much he needs to grow to face someone of her caliber? Right now, not even Rain could stand up to her in a serious fight.

She shook her head, closing her eyes. Hopefully, that would be the last time he asked her for a fight. The other man began to approach the two from the side; what business did he have with them?

“Excuse me?... Sorry that I interrupt, but… Do you also got powers of some kind? Like, telekinesis perhaps?” He asked wearily.

Again, Raisha shook her head, but this time, she responded audibly. “I do not have telekinesis, but something different.”
With that, she turned to walk away, resting her feet on the air as if she were resting them on the ground as she walked. She kept on doing this for a little while before she let herself fall to the rooftop of a lower building. To land safely, without causing alarm, she decreased her weight just before touching down. As she did so, she glanced up at the roof of the skyscraper to see the two men looking down at her.

* * *

Chaos had been unleashed in the center of the city. Cars were overturned and smoking, some were on fire. Buildings were burnt from explosions, and the glass from windows were scattered all over the streets. Several panicked policemen were running in her direction, but they did not stop to warn her of the several people who were in the clouded area.

Eden just stood and watched, taking hardly a note of the men who breezed passed her, trying to run away from the chaos—a battle of magic and technology, she presumed. She didn’t want to get involved, but she couldn’t help observing the fighting.

The streetlights around the area were flickering, obviously a short caused by the random, but massive fighting that had erupted. If one had just approached the scene, they would have assumed a riot had broken out.

But no, it was just these few people in this small area—and out of the corner of her eye, she saw the pink-haired man observing as well.

* * *


Within a few seconds, Clown was behind the strange woman, crouching down on a large, dead log that stuck up in the sand. He was wide eyed, and staring at the hand she had just modified to look like his own.

“Ooooh,” He said, looking over her shoulder, “Nana~ That looks familiar.” He stroked his chin with his own talons, looking up as he appeared to be in deep thought.

“I know!” He suddenly shouted, grinning and waving his arm, “I saw that in a toy store down the road!”

And then he fell quiet again, stroking his chin once more.

“Am I sure?” he asked himself, “No no, I’m not. Is it me or the other me that saw that somewhere or the other-where before? I do not comprehend my understanding!”

From the corner of his eyes Derrick could see a quick flash of green emerging from the dust below. And he sure as hell felt it as the blot of green plasma slammed into his shoulder searing his suite, and knocking him back a step, however as two more came towards him he was still aware enough to draw his arm blade, and use it to knock the blasts of course with very careful slashing. However he was unable to locate the source before it went back into hiding.

The assassins ears twitched as he picked up the distinctive sounds of running in his direction. Not wasting time to figure out, who what, and by what means the attacker was coming at him he simply left his balcony to take to the air landing several feet away from a now broken convertible as an explosion shattered his ear drums behind him, turning quickly he saw the balcony become little more then smoldering ruble from what looked like flames of darkness and light.

Seeing the elf stop near the building on the other side of the street and idea struck Derrick. Swiftly taking out his two Benelli Shotguns he loaded them with one of his special ammos -the explosive kind-. Knowing how Jonah was fast enough to dodge bullets Derrick concluded that the scattering Shot gun bullets along with their explosion on impact -Which creates shrapnel- would be more then enough to overwhelm the annoyingly fast little bugger. Derrick took aim at the young man who was close to the wall of the building (Perfect spot for him to be hit with the resulting explosions if the bullets missed) and opened fire.

ooC: Lalalallala, Derrick has more guns then anyone would ever need.

Monroe looked at the man who has asked him the question about psychic powers and quirked an eyebrow. "No, not psychic powers, nor am I a Kenyan. All I am..." he said as he took a few steps back and readied to make a running jump, "Is a Quincy!" he yelled as a bow formed in his hand and he shot an arrow past Raisha's head.

Quickly, he rushed to the edge of the skyscraper and leapt from it onto the building across from the woman, his feet skidding along and ripping up part of the roof as he stopped. "Now then, I believe I was intent on fighting you. I didn't want to have to take measures I'm not favorable of, like firing warning shots, but if you're a Shinigami, than I'm obliged to get vengeance. Mostly since your kind wiped out the Quincy. It may not have been you personally, but still, a grudge of people is a good enough reason to fight."

The Quincy smirked as he drew his bow string back and readied to fire again. "Now then, you'd better ready yourself for battle, because I don't miss twice."

o=)--------- ---------(=o

Zachary smiled at Wisp as he heard the chaos and insanity nearby. "Now then, we should investigate that. Mostly since I hear a possible battle. A good chance to see how much you've grown," he told her, smiling at her. Although Zachary did want to see how much stronger Wisp had become, he also had something else in mind.

That masked woman... that sword she had... it was beautiful. I want to... see it. Maybe hold it for a second... just long enough to Trace it. Just long enough to get a sense of what it has been through and what it can do. although Zachary didn't realize it, he had been taken by the sword known as Excalibur. A powerful weapon that he couldn't wield. It wasn't like Zachary knew this, but it gave him a reason to go find the weapon.

Zachary moved quickly, and he assumed Wisp followed behind him, as he quickly moved towards where he had seen the woman walk off, along with a series of other people running away from, intent on finding her. In the cleared out area, it wasn't too hard to find the masked woman. It didn't take him long to make a move and step towards her.

"Excuse me, miss," he spoke to the masked woman as he quirked an eyebrow. "Would you mind too much allowing me to see your sword for a moment? I just wish to look at it... I promise I'll give it right back," he said sincerely as he smiled at her. It was the best attempt he could give.

o=)---------- ----------(=o

Emile looked at the battle with a small smile on her lips. The guy with the long sword was some kind of skilled person. Her helmet had examined his sword, but found out little about it aside from the fact it was forged of a steel and Titanium alloy. A super alloy that she found herself fascinated with. Still, that wasn't something she could focus on.

The other guy, someone that looked to be quite confident, seemed to favor grenades and explosives. Still, her armor was designed to resist such things. Her only problem was that if she joined on one side, she risked becoming the target of something stronger. Personally, as funny as she found it, the Silver Beauty decided to aid the elf over the man. At least the Elf had a cool weapon. The other guy was all show and no substance.

Quickly, her skates echoed against the ground as she dashed past the elf as his magical wave moved onwards and removed her spear from her back. "Hey, Elf, I'm gonna help you out... simply because I can!" she yelled as she fired up her boosters, intent on following up after his attack.

Jonah's attack subsided, unfortunately not hurting the man at all. Jonah readied another attack, his blade charged again when he relaized what the man was doing. Aiming at him with two shotguns.

Overhead the figure from before skated past him again.

"Hey elf, I'm going to help you out!... Just because I can!"

"Get down!" Jonah roared, grabbing the woman in one hand and a large chunk of rubble in another, bringing it over them both. An explosion of shrapnel echoed above them, lasting for minutes. Finally it came to an end, Jonah throwing the rubble in the general direction of the man. Looking at the women he simply nodded, before jumping down to meet his foe.

She heard the blast as well, and almost winced at it. Sometimes, I hate my ears…

"Now then, we should investigate that. Mostly since I hear a possible battle. A good chance to see how much you've grown," Wisp managed to hear that, despite her ears were ringing a bit from the sound.

Sounds good, I guess. I’ve been training on my own for a while…but… The shapeshifter shook away her curiosity quickly and began to follow her teacher, but was caught up in a sudden group of people that were running away from the chaos, guessing that they just now noticed it.

A random person noticed her and spoke up, “Kid, get away fro’ here!”

She ignored him, however, and continued walking towards the destruction. The rabbit girl spotted Zachary shortly, He is easy to spot, candy-cane head… She noticed that he was trying to talk to the woman with a half mask on. Based on what she momentarily saw of the woman, You’re going to get hit, teacher.

”Quincy…” Aronin said to himself. ”Shinigami…” What strange titles. What could their powers be?

But then he was distracted by a car crash nearby. It was not boring like the first car crash, but it had turned out to a firefight of some kind. Casting a glance on the two figures on the rooftops beneath him, he rushed over to the other side of the building. And just there, two blocks away, smoke covered a crossing, and gunfire was heard inside. Aronin pulled himself up with telekinesis and floated slowly across to the roof of one of the buildings above the fight.

There, two figures had risen from the ashes, and a figure with two guns in his hand were standing on the opposite direction, obviously fighting them. Guns, Aronin thought. Those I know. Let’s put some confusion into play, he thought and held back the ignition device of one of the guns with his hand, while watching, hidden by his dark wear against the dark night.

Fenrir was busy entertaining a child when, suddenly, he felt pain, fear, and anguish. He quickly popped the child into his mouth and ran to the sight of the emotions that he felt.

Josh, San, and Phobos all walked through the park, when Phobos stopped.

"Yehoshua, it has moved,"

"Are you sure? Where did it go?" asked Josh, eager to get into some action.

"Asking if I am sure of my decision and then asking me where the demon is defeats the first question's purpose. And it went north." explained Phobos. He disappeared into Josh, and they rushed after the demon.

Atropos turned around to face the strange man, who was now crouching down on a dead driftwood log that was mostly buried in the sand. He stroked his chin with his talons and contemplated Atropos' imitation.

"A toy store?" Atropos asked. "Oh, I don't think so. Unless in the reflection of the toy store's window perhaps. Do you not recognize your own arm when you see it, silly man?" She waved her arm around, and then put the point of one of the talons in the sand. She circled slowly around the man, dragging the talon through the sand and making a circle.

When she got back to where she started, she looked back up at the man and tilted her head. She then reached out with her talons and tapped him lightly on the forehead.

--/+/--

As Jennifer hid behind a car, she noticed that her shots had done little damage. If she wanted to enact revenge, she'd need to do something else. An idea finally came to her, and she pulled herself up on top of the roof of the vehicle. The man was standing with his back facing her, having just fired a pair of shotguns at the other two fighters. Jennifer fired a flurry of green plasma bursts at the man's back, and then jumped down to the sidewalk, dashing to her own car. She got into the driver's seat, and locked the doors.

Her vehicle was the perfect shield, an armored and bulletproof fortress. It would also work as a pretty powerful weapon, if used right. She stuck the key in the ignition, starting up the engine with a roar. Louder than the roar of the engine was the explosion of sound that came from the stereo system when it turned on. Jennifer pulled her vehicle out onto the street, and could see through the shattered windshield that she had a straight path to the white suited man.

She put the pedal to the metal.

--\#\--

A small crowd of beyond normal people was beginning to gather now, ISAAC noticed. Fights like this tended to attract the attention of people like them, while scaring away the normal folk. It also attracted the attention of the police, and ISAAC had no doubt that a specialized SWAT team would probably be arriving soon, guns blazing. Or maybe even the military, if things got serious enough. ISAAC wasn't now quite sure who, if anyone, he should start shooting at. Maybe it would be more beneficial to sit back and watch instead.

He was still standing at street level, leaning against a now-windowless building, but in the dark nobody had noticed him yet. He kept his weapons primed and ready, carefully keeping track of every person he had yet identified with all his various methods of perception, which was at least eight different people.

"Now then, you'd better ready yourself for battle, because I don't miss twice."

The Vizard stood for a moment, and just stared at him for two reasons—one being that he had the gall to fire off a shot and then threaten her with another, and the other reason was just…his unique way of attacking. He seemed to channel some sort of energy with his glove to create the bow, and if she had learned anything from her past experiences, then she knew that she could have imitated this with her own powers—just like how she imitated Zorlo’s own Aura.

“Very well,” she finally spoke, gently moving aside her red cape as if she were going to draw her sword, “Fire.”

And you’ll see what you’re up against.

Vossler let his arrow fly, watching as it cut swiftly through the air. But instead of drawing, the Vizard lifted her hand and coated it in a thick layer of her own power. The arrow struck the center of her palm, and she closed her fingers in, nullifying it.

From her extended hand, her own spiritual power formed a bow, effectively imitating the Quincy in front of her. She put her other hand and pulled back a string of power, forming a nocked arrow.

“I must warn you,” she said, aiming at the Quincy, “I am nowhere near being a Shinigami.”

* * *

"Excuse me, miss, Would you mind too much allowing me to see your sword for a moment? I just wish to look at it... I promise I'll give it right back,"

Eden watched the odd redhead man out of the corner of her eye, although she had to turn her head a little to do so. She gave a small “Tch” and moved away a little—she didn’t want any part of any trouble, and she began to walk away.

“You can look at it from where you’re standing.” Eden dug into her pocket, pulling out a carton—but without any cigarettes. She had smoked the last one just now.

She looked around, and noticed a small store with blown out windows. There was no one cowering inside; it was after closing time. So all she had to do was reach in and snag a carton off the shelf…

* * *

The moment she tapped his forehead with her (well done) imitation talons, Clown had reached forward and done the same, mimicking that very move down to the last twitch. He tapped her forehead gently with the talon, making sure not to press too hard to cut, but just enough to feel something touch.

“I knew I saw it somewhere before,” he said softly, looking at his own talons.

“But where did you get yours?”

"Hey, Elf, I'm gonna help you out... simply because I can!" Derrick looked a little bit shocked as the women ran haphazardly right into the range of his weapons.

"What are you Daft Women? Get out of the way!" Derrick had no intention to kill some stupid girl who runs into the middle of gun fights, however he was not about to slow down to save the life of the foolhardy girl. So he continued firing, he gave his warning to her anything that happened after that was simply her own damn fault.

Explosions rumbled the area, sending rubble falling down on the two who happened to get in it's way. Derrick watched motionless as the man threw ruble in his direction, mind you the man was not exactly looking where he was throwing so most of the rocks failed to actually hit him, but hell it was amusing.

Suddenly derrick felt a strong blast strike him from behind, then again searing his clothes where they hit, but doing little more then heating up his unfathomably durable skin. Turning around the perfect assassin saw the new women run towards a car he could only assume was hers. Looking carefully he had deduced the car was overly durable, as it still had it's windows in tact despite the shock waves of the explosions.

As the girl revved her engine derricks first foe jumped right in front of the while clothed man. Derrick could hear the car start forward towards derrick's back, in a straight line to careen into the both of them. As the car came closer Derrick store down his opponent, hoping he wouldn't';'t make a move in time.

As planned the car came sailing through, Derrick however back flipped over the speeding car right before it hit him. A Crash could be heard down the streets, and derrick could only assumed the car had rammed into his opponent.

OoC: Let's all attack Derrick!

Aronin quickly released the ignition device of the shotgun when he saw the odds of the white clad man. Three persons fighting one guy. Aronin regretted at once his intentions, and decided to take the white guy’s side in the match.

A few blocks away, he could hear police cars coming from all directions. Things could become bad if they were not stopped, but Aronin was in no position to stop them. Instead, he jumped down from the roof, did a somersault, and caught himself telekineticly a few feet above the ground, just beside the white clad guy, and floated carefully down the remaining feet.

“I see you got some problems, think you can handle them alone or can I join in on the fun?” he asked as the guy turned around. Carefully noting where the combatants were, he looked over the shoulder of the guy in front of him and saw the car, the woman and the guy with the sword. He looked up at the assassin with a lifted brow.

OoC: As a complain or as an encouragement?

Monroe smiled as he looked at the woman's bow. A replication power... not unlike Zach, but different in the fact that hers copies energy and spiritual based attacks I'm guessing. Zorlo did mention something about that power... mostly with his... oh God. This could be more interesting a fight then I thought, the Quincy thought to himself as he gripped his bow tightly.

The spirit arrow flew from its bow as the woman released the attack, but in an instant, the target had vanished. A blast erupted where the roof of the building had been struck by the arrow, leaving a nice sized hole in the structure. As for the Quincy, he landed quickly upon another nearby building and drew the string of his bow back quickly, firing off his own shot.

The Vizard turned just in time to evade the attack as it blew a hole in the roof of the skyscraper that Raisha was standing on. Although it had been very fast, the archer had seen her move. She was very quick, and she'd be a nebulous as a target. Still, that added to the adrenal rush.

A sudden blast erupted between the two as they stared at each other. They had each fired an arrow quick enough to stop the others. Monroe smirked as he began to move, and the Reaper followed his examples and quickly moved the other way. Now it was time to make this fight more enjoyable.

o=)---------- ----------(=o

Zachary followed the woman as she wandered off to a partially destroyed building and began to sift through things. She obvious was searching for something. After it became clear she was just looking for cigarettes, the ice innate decided to try again. If he could avoid fighting with this woman, things would be a lot easier. Still, things didn't sound to kind outside. Police were moving in, and people were still fighting (not the least of which being one Zachary recognized) and odds are they'd wind up getting caught in the battle.

The Replicator looked at the woman and moved towards her, trying to avoid being noticed. Even still, as he took a step towards her, a piece of broken glass shattered under his feet. He felt she was looking at him, and yet, he did nothing to stop it. In fact, this might have been his best chance to ask again. "Please... allow me to hold that sword you have... just for a moment. I'm very fascinated in it... its a very beautiful weapon."

Meanwhile, Emile smiled as she heard the roar of nearing sirens. Police were coming, which meant more fodder for this battle. The Silver Beauty spun her spear as she looked at the elf. "Thanks for helping me," she told him as she stopped her spear and pointed it at the white clad man. As a car suddenly rammed into him, Emile winced with a bit of glee. That looked devastating, but she wished she had been the one to attack.

Just as things seemed to be ending, another person appeared and looked at the group. "If you want to join the fun," Emile told the man that had just stepped in, "then perhaps you should fight me. After all, this elf and that chick in the car seem to have Mr. Confident under wraps. Mopping up an associate of his shouldn't be too hard!" she said, readying to make a charge at the next person to make a move.

Bones. Easily broken. As Jonah had just found out. Feeling a wave of pain wash over him, he charged his sword with Shadow Magic, the blast it creaed flipping the car off him. Looking at his wounds he say that parts of his bones had punctured his skin, tears of flesh reaching down his limbs.

He waited for a second, watching as the same blue substance was secreted form the wounds, hardening, relieving the pain. Then it flaked off, disintergrating into the air. Realizing the pain was gone, Jonah charged his sword with Light Magic, and charged at the diamond hard man. It was time to see what he was made of.

(OoC: The flipped car was the one with Jennifer in.)

OoC: Time to bring in the symphony members - only three of them though. :3

BiC:

Everything else was cold but her lips. The rain was coming down from the clouds in a constant pace, and the icy wind would pick it up, and once it made contact with your skin, you were sent into a world of full body shivers, initiating your body to build up some human warmth - but as Alex stood tall in the weather, the rain drumming lightly against his leather jacket and black umbrella, the only warmth he could feel was the love coursing straight down to his toes - thus was every experience with his fiance. He especially adored the kisses while under the rain drops.

His fiance had to lean on the tip of her toes in order to reach his lips, so then she rested on the balls of her feet, and laid her head against his chest, breathing steadily. He brought the umbrella closer down to cover them. Though this moment was chillingly cold, it was also perfect.

Alex sighed, shuffled his hands in his pockets, and his leather shoes made a loud tapping noise as he rushed down the concrete stairs, leading to the sidewalk, that would potentially lead him anywhere that he desired. He had been away from her for a few months now, and hearing her voice over the phone wasn't quite suffice for him anymore.

He brushed that thought from his mind and tuned into the events of this evening. How he had, yet again, played another breath taking show - the entire audience getting to their feet giving him and his team at least ten minutes of a standing ovation. He couldn't help but smile, as he brought his shoulders up. It was a cold night, and he managed to escape the paparazzi for a quick stroll around down. Although, with his classical suit on, his anonymity wouldn't last much longer; so he decided to appreciate what he could get in these rare free moments to wonder into the world - to enjoy something, anything.

The night was still young, and he could hear how the city was just beginning to awaken into a night of clubbing, dancing, and hoards of laughter, and his mind washed back to the afterthought of him and his team enjoying a small gathering in the local Irish pub - though none of them had a speck of Irish blood in them.

Alex breathed exhaled, and his breath visible.

He had a good feeling about tonight.

Lex was there somewhere the whole time. He was in charge of the whole unit of cops. He figured that ruffians wanting some fun would be easy enough to detain after they'd bashed each other silly for a bit, and that as long as the damage to the general area didn't cost too pretty a penny that he'd let them at it. This was not right obviously, and a similar tussle had nearly got him fired last week, but this wasn't exactly your normal city either. The explosion and the apparently intentional pile up of cars is what woke Lex out of complacency, or more specifically the shards of glass in his chicken marsala.

All in all, the changing of the guard from the usual graveyard shift donut loving cops to the elite squad of backup cops with all the coolest riot stopping equipment went down without any of the perpetrators really noticing.

Lex's voice went over a loud speaker as tear gas and bludgeoning bullets started hitting everyone. "You really can only tear up the city for so long before the city starts fighting back. You are all under arrest"

Lex noted with some amount of glee as the guy in the formerly white suit was bludgeoned in the face several times by launchers about four feet away. When he got up too quickly this process was repeated. When the man got up again and whomped the two shooters nearly across the street, Lex almost flinched.

Even with the elite equipment the guard started visibly thinning almost immediately, at least the ones that didn't have cop shields.

"Gotta do everything myself," Lex moaned as he stepped forward to put a stop to the scene.

(OoC: Sorry if this is a little bad... wrote this during writers block. >.>' Also sorry if this is considered powerplaying...)

Wisp felt odd for a moment, before noticing the wind blowing around her, actually keeping the gas and pellets off of her. What...? She nearly fainted, but that’s all it took for Monster to come out.

The rabbit girl was surrounded in a large gray orb, that obscured her changes, and when it fell, a giant rabbit had taken her place. Hazel-red eyes seemed to glow with anger and odd happiness, while her normal brown fur had some metallic spikes jutting from it, mostly on it’s paws and head. There was another spike on the middle of it’s back as well.

It’s body flickered to a shaky shadow version in a split second, before it grinned, showing its teeth were just a row of fangs. It first looked at the thinning line of cops, a single twitch of it’s right ear sent a large Gale Edge out, and knocked down a third of the line. The others just looked at the large rabbit, before three dark gray cylinders came out of the ground, from their own shadows.

Shadow Spire tossed those three cops about five feet into the air, and landed onto the ground quickly. The cars that were there as well began to suddenly flip into the air, or over turn, due to more cylinders came up. Ignoring that the cops had left, Monster turned its gaze to the leader of the group, and smiled again. “…Hello.” It’s voice came out with an amused hiss, before the man began to run at the rabbit.

A flick of it’s right paw sent a Gale Edge out, that was jumped over quickly, but it spun around suddenly, and kicked out with both of its hind legs. Feeling something hit in the middle of this attack made it grin again. The man, however, was flung far from the ‘war zone’ and bounced on the pavement.

The rabbit sighed, before looking at Zachary, and smiled. “I’ve met you before, teacher…”