So, more hustle in your bustle please?”Īngela straightens, uncrossing her arms. “There’s shattered kiosks and flea market stalls, and I need help tending to the wounded. He can’t fly, and can’t maneuver at Mach 1.” “The guy looked okay to me, but racing back here to get you guys, he’s not the only one that got caught up in it. I know you two were pissed off and everything but what -happened- to make him grab a towns person, are they alright. Sanura’s brows furrow slightly and she holds up her hands. “Wait… he did WHAT?” Malif’s eyes go wide. Which I’m sure didn’t help our reputation, but we need to get up, get out there, and help the locals, and worry about looks later.” Vic Hulk-jumped out of here after a shouting match between us, but I managed to keep things below a divine knock-down-drag-out in the streets. “I managed to keep my cooler head, thanks to Sanura’s powers giving me an edge just when I needed it, and thanks for that. “I tried to use Dad’s messenger powers to transmit that threat to all of you, Avengers Assemble and all that, but I assume it didn’t work, as you’re all still here instead of out there helping the populace.” He stands. More focused on the fact that he’d grabbed a civilian by the throat and threatened to kill every mortal in here to put the fight he wanted so bad back on his terms.” He gestures meaninglessly, a little whip of wind dancing around his fingertips. I didn’t think to check it for damage and see if he’d slammed into it. Luckily, he didn’t Juggernaut a building.” Harry sighs.
#Clean up clean up everybody everywhere full#
Looks like someone drove a semi at full tilt down the main drag. “Vic decides to pull an Iceman frost-slide at Mach 1 through the streets of this place, and didn’t have the mental and sensory speed to keep up with his trajectory. Malif waits for more information before commenting. “What if you’d drawn monsters to the city with all that mess.” Sanura gives a faint nod to Angie’s words. I mean, he’s an asshole but that doesn’t mean he deserves to die.” Most of the monsters out here could kill even him.
“‘Soften him up with some monsters’? That’s not exactly fair play, Harry. Sofia furrows her brow as she listens to Hary’s explanation.Īngela crosses her arms. Lisa isn’t too far behind Sanura, listening intently to Harry. Fly out, over the wall, sort this out there, soften him up with some monsters, slap him around till we had it sorted." He has a seat, and opens his helmet so the rest can see his face. Best to take the kind of damage we can do out of the city.” So, that was my initial plan. "Well, at first, it was “He’s flipped his shit and is swinging at me. There were a fair number of upset market stalls, and some overturned carts and other such things, but he managed to keep his wits about him and avoid the big stuff. No permanent structural damage on buildings. “How should we know we’re not supposed to leave this building remember?” “Where’s Victor, what the ever living hell were you two thinking?” Her face an expression of ire and worry. Sanura looks over and her arms cross over her chest as she walks towards Harry upon his return. On the way back, how bad -was- the wreckage Vic blasted through the streets? Things are likely to get a bit more complex around here.” Of course, he could be half-dead and look the same, his powers being such as they are… “So we need to talk, folks. “Ugh.” Harry walks in, unharmed, his shiny speedster armor unscuffed. It’s tense, though, quiet, as everyone awaits the undoubtedly heavy shoe that’s hanging over their heads.
That leaves Alvaro, who luckily was able to avoid the drama by tending to the injured survivors. She tries to judge the mood of the room and wonders how she’s going to explain this to our host.Īwkwardness fills the converted theater Lena is gone, having left to find Derrick, and Sasha is gone, having booked it after Harry and Victor to try and stop the impending fight - leaving Dovile and Moe to complete the drinking ritual on their own. Sanura looks at the group around her and runs her hands back through her hair. Only because my plan to lure his “I can run as fast as Harry” dumb arse through about a thousand cars and a pack of nemean roadrunners failed… Long story short: it didn’t work, they shouted some more, Victor figured he wouldn’t stay where he wasn’t wanted and left. There was shouting and then there was more shouting, and then Victor threatened an innocent bystander as a bluff to ground Harry. The knock-down, drag-out fight that was brewing between Harry and Victor… still didn’t happen.
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