[u][b]Hi-Voltage[/u][/b]

Anyone watching Volt's fight with the three gunmen would be hard pressed to describe what was actually happening, the sheer chaos of the grudge match defying usual descriptive terms. The Lightning-Slinger was slamming his elbow repeatedly into what could have been a man's stomach when a stray fist smashed into his nose, cracking his goggle's in the process. The Scot hardly had time to spare on thinking about that though as one of the men he was grappling with pulled drew a knife from his belt, Volt's free hand shot out to grab at the mans wrist. Down at his legs one of the goons was reaching out, grasping at a dropped rifle. Lacking any other avenues of halting him, Volt wrapped his leg and ankle around the mans throat, in a move you'd never see in UFC. It was in this odd position, desperately trying to elbow one man in unconsciousness while grappling with a knife and trying to choke a third man with his foot when Volt heard Flashbolt yell his battle cry. 

"Can ye believe thon guy?" he muttered through gritted teeth. It was more an exclamation to himself, but the goon with the knife looked at him and said huh? Strange sorta response in the middle of a fight, but Volt had come to find people do weird stuff when they're trying to kill each other. [i]Might as well explain maself.[/i]

"Well, see, ah can handle another Lightning gudge on tha League, ah mean it wid be big headed of me tae think I'd be the only ane. But for him tae make bad jokes an quote AC/DC mid fight in all, thons just a Touch to Much!" Volt wasn't sure if anyone would get the joke, but wasn't like he was going to give his enemy-come-therapist a chance to puzzle it out. His eyes lit up like blue powder kegs as he generated a high voltage shock that travelled between him and his three antagonists, sending the gunmen into spasmodic shocks. [i]Shoulda done that at tha start of the fight Tommy-Boy.[/i] The Lighting-Slinger picked himself back up quick, just in time to see Apogee throwing her fit and Flashbolt getting gunked up by some type of glue gun. 

It was a grim situation, and no mistake. Emmanuel was lined up and cushty, ready for his own personal firing squad, while Apogee looked like her brains were being scrambled by whatever it was that black device was doing. [i]Gotta move fast, ma conscience is heavy enough wi one friends death. Don't wanna be adding to thon.[/i] The Lightning-Slinger spun and fired, the kind of neat pirouette that would send a ballerina green with envy.

Three shots. Three targets. The black wand, and the two men aiming rifles at Emmanuel. 

[I][B]Morningstar[/i][/b]

"Well, that escalated quickly." Morningstar tried to emulate Ron Burgandy from Anchor-man, before realising that Sixgun had probably never even seen that movie. 

"Regardless, that was some smooth shooting cowboy. Don't think any of them are going to doubt you're credentials now, or oppose you joining the Outfit. Couple that with one less dangerous meta human in the world, and I think we can label this as a good days work. "

[i][u]Joe Black[/i][/u]

"Would you stop shouting. Fuck sake, I'm the only one here, and I'm standing right next to ya!" Came a deep, irritated voice at MC's side. The speaker was none other than Joe Black, infamous scumbag and general pain in the ass. Before heading for the prison Destiny had commanded Black to join Pariah, and help him in every way. A bit of a bastard for Joe, as he would have rathered to stay home and watch Jerry Springer, but it was actually a blessing in disguise. Joe couldn't even enter the building, due to the magical ward that was up, much less actually do anything to help. As long as that ward stood then all Joe had to do was stand on the street corner and wait, simultaneously fulfilling Destiny's orders and his own obligation to laziness. Now all he had to do was put up with the dumb shit, freakazoid looking thing that was also left out side Maroni's. 

The zombie reached into his denim jackets pocket to pull out a marlboro red and his zippo lighter. He lit up, taking a deep draw before turning to face the ugly wizard thing. 

"And if you break that ward, and I have to go in, then I am kick your teeth through the back of yer head. I shit you not." It was at that moment a Ghost flew out of Maroni's screaming, Joe giving the image no more than the briefest of contemptuous glances, as if he seen that sort of thing all the time. 

"There you are, go play with Casper over there and quit annoying me."