Hank McCoy
Hank opened his eyes and saw the sky through the clear ceiling of his prison and sighed. It was distorted and that was either because he got hit in the head a little too hard or the case wasn't perfectly flat. Either way he was hurting pretty bad and wanted to stay on the ground for a while. He didn't think anything was broken but-- Feraliss!

Hank shot up and looked around for either the dragon-Feraliss he had been chasing or the path of destruction and death it would leave behind but all he saw was a crying girl and a Winged wolf with her. Hank sighed, relieved that she had been stopped before anyone other than himself had been injured. Then it all came back to him, he had nearly ripped her eye out! dear god what had he done? He couldn't remember if he had succeeded or not, but he had to find out. The concrete below the diamond box had crumbled, leaving a ring of dirt and loose stone around the bottom of his temporary prison and he began trying to dig his way out.

ALISSA / TYRIAN

Tyrian heard the scratching and turned toward the noises.

"Hank, hold on, we can help you out of there." He stood up with Alissa and carried her to the diamond enclosure. "Alissa," he said softly, "can you help Hank out?"

Alissa looked up, sniffed, and nodded slowly.

"All you need to do is shapeshift and break up the ground. Can you do that?"

Alissa hesitated, but nodded again. She reached deep down into that little ball of energy that was inside her and imagined an elephant. She began to shift, but only ended up as a baby elephant.

Concerned, Tyrian laid his paw-hand on her head. "Wanna try that again? How about a rhinoceros?"

Alissa sighed and tried again, managing to become a baby rhino.

Tyrian glanced at Hank through the glass. "This is not good..."

Alissa shifted back into herself. "I'm sorry..." she muttered.

"This is not your fault. This was Grundy's fault. He did this. And you toasted him to a crisp." Tyrian picked her up and carried her several yards away. "I have an idea. Just stay here, okay?" He set her down gently by the building and strode back to Hank. "Hank, I need you to stand back from this side of the case. I think I can help you break up the asphalt on the outside."

Tyrian flew up into the sky, just enough for a proper divebomb, and hovered for a moment. "This is going to hurt a little," he mumbled to himself, then he flapped up once more, folded his wings around himself, and dove down wings first. He hit the ground hard and shattered the area in front of the diamond case, giving Hank more room to dig himself out. Tyrian started digging from his own side, finally finding a purpose for his claws.

Light. Blinding, painful light. Solomon Grundy sat up and tore the thin body bag away from him like a veil. He saw they hadn't moved him yet, and his other two victims were neatly tucked into body bags on either side of him. The scene of his battle earlier had been carefully cordoned off, with little pieces of numbered plastic around areas of interest. The ray gun was sectioned off with string, as was the holes in the wall and the ground. He felt...something hanging off the side of his head that wasn't there before. He reached up and felt a leathery flap. They had tried to cut his mask off. If his lips hadn't shriveled away long ago, he would have smiled. He imagined that it was the thought that counted.

His battle had been enjoyable. He wasn't expecting to fight a dragon and was pleasantly surprised when the young girl changed into one. He had become so bored with killing regular humans that he relished the challenge that she presented. The parents were interesting, but hadn't quite been the challenge that he had been looking for. But this girl would do nicely. Maybe her pet freak would even like to play along. But for now, the pain was back, worse than he could ever remember it being. Perhaps it was a sign of how close to death he had come. He wasn't even sure he had the energy to hunt, but thankfully someone had prepared a to-go order for him.

“Freeze!” someone shouted from behind him. Grundy turned to face a police officer, his wavering gun trained on Grundy.

“You're lucky that I'm in a charitable mood,” Grundy said as he turned back and picked up both body bags, grasping one under each arm. “I think I'll let you live.”

He began to walk away and was crouched down to jump off when he heard a distinct “pop, pop” and felt like he had been punched. He dropped the corpses and turned to the officer, whose eyes had expanded to white orbs of pure fear.

“On second thought, I haven't eaten all day. I probably earned an extra snack."

Hank McCoy
With Tyrian's help Hank was finally able to dig his way out of the box and dust himself off. The first thing he did when he got out was look at Alissa's eye to make sure he didn't gouge it out, the worst damage she had taken were a few cuts on her face from Hank's claws when he latched on, thank god. "How is she?" Hank asked Tyrian as he looked at the wolf and crossed his arms in front of his chest, he had taken far more of a beating than Alissa had but she seemed to be more drained than he was.

Peter Queen/Spiderbolt

Kurt had taken Spiderbolt with him to his apartment to get Maria, a sword that was mounted on his wall. He had then taken Spiderbolt to an apartment in the Thomas Enterprises Hotel, which, unbeknownst to Kurt, was Spiderbolt's. When there, Spiderbolt took his laptop, and when asked who's it was, he replied saying that it was owned the person who funded him, Peter Queen. Hoping that Kurt wouldn't put two and two together, Spiderbolt checked the news, and was surprised by the first headline he read, and horrified by the second. They read: DRAGON ATTACKS MANHATTAN and THE DARK GOBLIN STRIKES AGAIN!

Shutting his laptop, Spider bolt turned to Kurt.

"Dark Goblin just massacred a Thomas Enterprises building. We're going to Manhattan. Now."

Kurt just looked at him, as if to say, 'Dude, you're still hurt, shouldn't you be resting?'

"Oh, we aren't going to the scene of the massacre. We're going to do some recruiting."

Kurt Halner
Kurt accompanied Spiderbolt into Peter Queens apartment, at first he was suspicious about their presence here but when Spiderbolt logged into Peter's laptop in one attempt he knew why they were here. He had put two and two together pretty quickly but kept his mouth shut. He knew how important it was to keep one's identity secret. "So, who will we be recruiting? The hairy blue guy that was in the news a couple days ago fighting some freaky zombie? He might be pretty helpful." Kurt said as he looked around the apartment. He noticed an expensive watch laying on a nightstand and was tempted to take it but decided against it. It might not be good to piss off his new and very powerful friend.

Peter Queen/Spiderbolt

"According to the news, there was an attack by a dragon some time ago, but it was stopped by some super-humans. If we're lucky, they'll still be there, and will be happy to help us out. If not, then we try to track them down individually, using some... unorthodox means. Let's hope it won't come to that. So-" he grunted as he got up, "We'd better get going before they leave the scene of destruction."

((Since nobody else seems to be posting and it's been two days I will))

Kurt Halner
"Well, let's pray they are still there," Kurt said and scratched his head for a moment. "How do we get there? You certainly won't be walking that far and we can't just take a taxi." Kurt said and paced the room. "I could always call the doc, he'll do anything for money and with your... 'donor' and my illicitly acquired wealth we could easily afford anything he might ask for." Kurt said to Spiderbolt before walking across the room toward the phone to call the doctor for a ride, pausing a moment for his new partner's approval.

Solomon Grundy

Grundy had made it back to the sewers without running into anything that gave him too much trouble. He was...so bored. Battling those heroes had given him a boost for the first time in hundreds of years, and now that it was gone, he wanted it back. He would do anything to get it back. It would be difficult to really catch their attention like he had earlier. After all, it was a huge city and it would be no small task finding them. Perhaps he would just have to force them to come to him. He knew just how to do it.

He went through the winding, flooded metro tunnels until he got to where he kept what he called his rainy day craft kit. He began moving the train debris and huge rocks that he kept over the wall until he had enough room to squeeze in. It was a reasonably large room filled with crates. Criminals always wanted to keep their illegal things hidden in the sewers and abandoned tunnels and Grundy thought that it was only fair they pay rent to use his space. It was usually only guns, bullets, fuel and boring things like that, but it he knew it would be useful one day. Especially what he kept in the stainless steel lock box in the very back corner.

He went to it and opened the lid. Nestled inside were ten canisters with the biohazard symbol pressed into the side. He took out one of the canisters and unscrewed the top. Inside was something no larger than a bottle of water with swirling blue gas inside. He didn't know how mobsters got their grubby hands on nerve gas, but that wasn't his concern. He had taken all of it, not willing to let such a glorious opportunity slip by. He had used gas before, but it was mostly old Soviet stuff that militias kept stored. This was new. Someone had to know someone who was willing to accept millions of dollars in exchange for just as many lives to get their hands on this.

He grabbed two canisters and sealed the rest back into the box. He wanted to get attention, not destroy the entire city. He grabbed some bombs also, and then stacked the debris back in front of his little side-room of horrors. He read the writing on the canisters out loud to himself as he made his way back to the surface.

“ 'Warning: Highly volatile nerve agent. If it comes in contact with...'blah, blah, blah, skip to the interesting parts...Ooooooooh, 'will cause immediate paralysis, followed suddenly by liquidation of the respiratory system and hemorrhaging. Handle with extreme care' blah, blah, blah, blah 'optimal deployment will be achieved with a V-36 cruise missle', unfortunately I don't think the mobsters ever got a hold of one of those. I suppose all this C4 will have to do. Pity I don't have any uranium. No, mustn’t be greedy. The nerve gas is necessary, the dirty bomb would just be your vanity project.”

As he climbed through the tunnels, careful not to waste any of his precious gas on the way, the thought of how would the heroes know to come down into the sewers after him did enter his mind. He disregarded it. They were probably intelligent. He had faith in their abilities to find him.

ALISSA / TYRIAN

Tyrian shrugged half-heartedly at Hank. "She, uh... She's just... She's been through a lot today. This guy... Grundy. He... He stalked us and..." Tyrian ran a paw-hand through his fur-hair. "He killed her parents. Right in front of her."

Alissa curled herself into the fetal position, but she refused to cry. That's not what her parents would ahve wanted. But she was so ashamed of herself, losing control like that. The other part of her- the animal part of her- she couldn't let her take control ever again. She couldn't lose it like that.

But what if Grundy didn't die? She didn't remember what had happened to him, just that her parents had died. She couldn't remember anything... Just her anger, her rage, her resentment... She remembered the hate she had for Grundy killing the only people that had ever truly loved her. She remembered the pain of losing them. And she remembered the rage that took over her in the wake of her parents' death. She remembered needing to destroy something. But she didn't remember actually doing it. As she looked up and saw the damage that she had done, she hated herself even more. She had done this...

Tyrian watched her for a moment. "I think it's safe for us to talk to her," he half-whispered to Hank. He approached Alissa gently and sat next to her. "How ya feelin' Liss?"

Alissa's attention suddenly snapped back into reality, and she stared into Tyrian's eyes. "I'm never using my powers ever again."