[b]SONJA[/b]

Sonja quickly threw the vinegar in the woman's face, the acid cancelling out the base of the lye and stopping the burning chemical reaction. Doubtless the necromancer still hurt like hell, though. She was going to have some serious scars afterwards. [i]Crap, did I just create a recurring villain for myself?[/i] Sonja wondered.

She twisted the woman's arms behind her back and snapped handcuffs over her wrists. True, against an experienced sorcerer that would only buy a few seconds at most. But that might make all the difference. "Now, look, I'm going to ask nicely this first time," Sonja said to the necromancer. "Polite and civil. So, if you don't mind, I'd really like to know who orchestrated this outbreak, and additionally, it'd be great if you could also tell me how to take down this dampening field. There, I asked nicely. You guys are my witnesses," Sonja said, looking over Killjoy, Light, and Hot Rod. 

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[b]SIXGUN[/b]

"Tarnation!" he cursed as the acidic goop splashed his cheek. He tried to wipe it off with the sleeve of his blazer, cringed as the cream-colored seersucker began to dissolve as well. Tearing off the jacket, he threw it to the ground, cringing from the pain in his face. Move past it. Keep going. Father Ochoa would say that pain was only a test. It was temporary. He took stock. La Sombra had come up behind Santana, tried to cut his throat. Would've worked if he had been a touch faster.

La Sombra had shown some guts coming after Santana like that. More than anything, Ben respected guts. A man like that would've been useful in his gang, years and years ago. Ben decided right then that if La Sombra was to die in the course of this operation, it would be by his hand. A test of skill against skill, between gentlemen. Not like this.

He stepped forwards. The Mexican assassin had proven that it was possible to get close to Santana if he didn't see you coming, but he had thrown away his surprise with a witty remark and reaching into the man's field of vision. Sixgun didn't make that mistake. He simply got as close as he could behind the occupied alchemist, raised his pistol to the back of the man's head, and fired.