Roxy was annoyed by the offer but honestly she was too tired to get to Nic's location on her own. Roxy hated that Hikari was stronger then she was , but that was a fact she couldn't argue if the other women could get them both to Nic's location. "Sure. It'll be easier."

Laughing Jeff faded into the shadows firing both his pistols rapidly towards the Villain in his shadowy cover he was hoping he would not be seen but he just kept firing eitherway

Hikari scooped Roxy up, carrying her fireman style. She didn't have much of a choice, she needed at least a free arm to climb. "Sorry." It was annoying that she had to ferry her teammates, but she'd volunteered for it, so no backing out now. Hikari leapt out the nearest window, landing on her feet as the concrete shuddered under the forces she she'd put it under. She put down Roxy, "it was the quickest way out, sorry. We should get moving before we miss the best parts." She nodded in the direction of the fight, made obvious by the sound of gunfire.

Roxy ignored Hikari's apology. The woman had no right to be annoyed when she had made the offer. Roxy stormed towards the sounds of fighting. She was looking forward to seeing the team in action.

Hikari was mildly annoyed by Roxy's response. To be fair, Hikari had sounded annoyed when she was apologizing, so maybe it was her fault a little. Hikari wasn't good with people. She sighed and ran over to the fight, watching and seeing if there were any openings where she could come in. She didn't see anything yet, but maybe something would happen. Sparkplug should be here any moment now, and if she wasn't, then Hikari would fix that real quick. She didn't like Nic, but he knew what was best. He'd known about this villain anyway, and she'd never heard of him. Then again, she'd made it a point to stay out of super hero affairs before this. She adjusted her feet so she could be ready to run at any moment.

"You'll pinch me hard enough, you might find out." Krait answered like it was supposed to be straight answer to Steampunk, before laying back on her chair only for that one moment, before they were moving out. She didn't need anything else than her sword, being mostly on her own world as the group entered into the plane... and as one by one they dropped down to the city.

As she saw people dropping off one by one, she knew she wasn't going to be following them... not from this height. Muttering curses, especially when everyone else, especially the damn Runner were doing it like a walk in the park. "Come on Sparky..." she then muttered, turning her head as she signed with her finger for Hart to follow her, almost crashing face first to the giant on her way. Suddenly stopping as she turned her head, she just looked up at the thing, before moving aside. "And you too... unless that body of yours can handle the splat effect." she said, walking all the way from the back exit to the front, through the hallway and to the cockpit, the automatic doors sliding from her way.

Member of delta squad entering the cockpit, providing answer... greetings. a mechanized voice was heard from the speakers in the cockpit.

"Locate an extraction point near the spot of the rest of the squad. Maximum height to drop: 5 meters." she said, using metric system with AI's, just as she was trained to do.

Scanning the ground in process... the voice answered, beaming a small hologram on the cockpits desk, starting to build the image of the terrain under them. Listening on the standard earphone she had on her gear, she was trying to make it out what was the situation down there until she heard Nics message. She wasn't expert putting down fires, but she was expert on putting down fire igniters.

"Krait calling for Accelerator... we might have a solution to your problem, try to distract the man to the middle of the street... we'll have a package he would be dying to get, over." she said before taking a closer look at the hologram, pressing her finger on it. "Cancel the previous order chump, we need this ship right there." she said.

Name 'Chump' not recognized, the AI's code na-

"Overwrite, you're chump to me now." she said, turning around to leave to the back of the ship again with a slight grin on her masked face. Seemed like there was use to the beastly wrecking ball after all.

Jacque still stood inside the jet, trying to work a way out to get down without simply flinging himself out. He may have been tough, but his body wasn't built to withstand that much abuse, something he gladly admitted to Krait by saying "No can land from this high...". As Krait slipped into the cockpit, Jacque followed out of curiousity, hoping that she might provide a way for him to get down and help the others. Nic's voice rang in from the com-link in Jacque's ear, "Team I am having sights of known super villain, Hellhound, his powers include super strength, speed and psychokinesis I, believe it was he who started the fires". A villain causing fires? Had Jacque been someone else, he would have stopped to question what sort of sicko would start fires for seemingly no reason, but as Jacque was who he was, his natural response was a loud growl and a sudden desire to tear in two the man responsible for the chaos on the ground. The gator man looked down at Krait impatiently, "What plan? Need stop Hellhound.".

John hear the announcement about Hellhound in his headset. "Guys, make sure the area is clear when you go after him. He's erratic and his fire can go at random. Be careful!" John shouted into his headset. He knew this wasn't just a random fire. Ugh! Why hadn't he thought of Hellhound! He found the girls mother and levitated her safely down to the ground and then jumped out himself, catching himself just in time. "Nic, what's your location? You'll need as much help as you can get!" John said into the headset.

Krait flinched at the sound of the almost ear deafening roar, walking bit more casually in front of Leather hide. "It'll depend on what... what you can handle." she said, hoping she wasn't ticking him off as the size of his on the hallway was... well, the plane would tear from inside out in minutes if that thing decided to go on a rampage. Krait also noted to herself that if they were kept on pairs on daily basis, she needed something for possible neck aches, as staring up to his facial features did make quite an effort physically... not even mentioning mentally.

"I'm not entirely sure of this 'Hellhound' person they mentioned, but those attributes combined... he wouldn't be impossible target, but definitely a threat to the mission, as well as he could cause us major time, allowing this situation spread out of hands. That's why we need something to break him from his chaotic state... or someone... I hope Sparky would be able to handle that." Krait continued, trying to sound as professional and informatively neutral as she could, though her tone was shaking slightly every now and then at the sight of the massive figure.

"She couldn't get even close to him now though, not by a longshot, which is why we would need him to be... hold onto." she continued. "...How high would you be able to drop from, if there would be a single human-cushion pillow below?" she then asked, placing folding her arms as she would of loved to raise her eyebrow if she could of shown it.

Arriving on the scene, Roxy saw a man in a black and red costume. That must be their target. Roxy decide to get his attention away from the innocents. She grabbed a knife out of her coat and throw it at Hellhound. "Hey there Dorkhead."

As he listened to Krait, Jacque's eyes glinted with excitement at what was being implied in her plan, "Twenty five...maybe thirty feet with human cushion" he mused, following his estimate with a dark chuckle, "I hold Hellhound good. He no struggle if he has broken bones.". All of his previous concerns about jumping from the plane had been forgotten, now, the only thing that Jacque could think about was what he would do to Hellhound once he got his hands on him, or better yet, his jaws.

John saw Roxy throw her knife at Hellound and smirked. The girl had guts. Or she was just stupid. One of the two. He sprinted towards the action, ready for Hellhound to make a move.

Hart shook her head, snapping herself out of her paralysis and following Krait into the cockpit. "This Hellhound guy.... What exactly would you want me to do with him? I'm not sure I could have the heart to absorb his life force. Plus.... I don't want that thing's essence swirling around inside me." She shivered. Watching Krait and Jacque, she was intrigued. So far they were making a great team. "I mean... putting out fires is easy I'd just have to have some water to absorb.... And I'd have to shed my clothes." She raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly. "I guess I could always temporarily take away his powers. Long enough for us to lock him down." She shook her head. "But that's going to take a lot of strength and I'll need backup." Puffing air into her cheeks she looked at Krait. "But unless you're like 5 feet off the ground I am not jumping out of a goddamn plane." She had heard Nic's request for her assistance over her ear piece. Somehow it seemed she'd become a major person in the team. But I guess when you could literally have any power with one touch, it made a bit of sense. She cracked her neck and popped her knuckles. "All right. Let's do this. I'll take down the hot head."

Hellhound laughed and through up several walls of heat, incinerating the bullets and knives hurtling at them. "That all you guys have?" He asked laughing "Looks like they have downgraded Delta Squad!" He said before launching quickly launching three fireballs at the jet, hitting the rear turbine precisely so that it began to spin out of control "LeatherHide! Grab Krait and Sparkplugs and jump!" He shouted frantically, watching the Jet spin wildly

"The remainder of the team, attack hellounds on the counting of three!"

"One...
Two...
Three!"

He yelled, allowing the servos in the suit to whir rapidly before sprinting directly at Hellhound, arms out wide in hopes to tackle him or subdue him enough that the team could handle him.

(Everybody should post once between this post and his reaction, not at least once. ONCE period)

John raised his hands and aimed at Hellhound.
One...
John focused all his energy into this push.
Two...
He had no idea if his powers could even make Hellhound shudder.
Three!
John splayed his hands and sent a 9 foot wave of telekinetic energy that ripped up the ground and threw it every which way as it traveled towards it's monstrous target.

Things got serious quickly. Roxy wasn't much of a team player, but no one got to attack those she called her own. While she did not know or particularly like her team they were hers to protect. Roxy stopped fooling around with Hellhound. Instead of throwing one knife at a time and waiting for a reaction, Roxy began throwing her knives as quickly as she could. Roxy had once timed herself. She could throw 90 knives in a minute. There would be a bit of a deal when she had to retrieve them but Roxy would be able to throw knives quickly and efficiently for awhile.

"Exactly, we just lock him down... alright, seems like we have a-" Krait started, before a loud shatter could be heard, the nudge the jet took making Krait almost lose her balance as she stumbled to lean against the wall. "No... no, no, no, no NO!" she cursed, quickly leaping one feet back to the cockpit, already feeling, as well as now seeing the slow spin that the aircraft was taking. "Chump! Get this thing back in control." she said, holding from the back of the pilots chair as there was already red light spinning wildly for the sign of crucial failure.

System failure. Rear turbine offline... losing altitude, crashing imminent.

Krait couldn't believe this... she couldn't take this on herself. "You fucking shit! You won't be crashing me on piloting on my first day!" Krait shouted at the computer, noticing the jet stirring slightly towards a building. Quickly going for the steering pad, she pulled it back as much as she could, as the side of the jet slid against one of the burning buildings, shattering controls and the AI voice completely. The jet was mostly dead weight on slight lift on engines as the windshield had large cracks on it from the impact, only the strength of Krait keeping still her hands so tight on the control pad that her knuckles were turning white under the suit.

"Get back online this second! That's an order! Work damnit!" she kept shouting out in extreme frustration, hitting the buttons with her fist as she was mostly in her own fixated world. Of course she should of kept this jet out of the targets visual, and now all she could thing was being a mere laughing stock if this thing was going down.

Hikari waited, and ran behind the supervillian. When he came her way, she would hit him back, using the force of the others attacks to enhance her own. She could tell John was doing something with his hands, so he probably was using some kind of invisible attack, and Roxy would use her knives. Hikari skidded to a stop behind Hellhound, waiting for when he came close. Looked like Nic was also going to tackle him, so she adjusted her plan. She set her feet back, lowered her center of gravity, and curled her hands into fists. She had to wait and be careful, if she timed this wrong she could be knocked back by the flying body of Hellhound, or she could only hit him with half the force she wanted. Hikari took a breath and focused, watching as each person moved back and attacked. She had to watch the path Hellhound would take. Take a breath… and begin.

Jacque roughly wrapped his arms around the waists of Krait and Sparkplug, yanking them away from whatever they attempted to use for support as the jet whirled towards the ground "Hold on!" he growled before throwing himself at the window of the cockpit. The windshield stood no chance as half a ton of bone,muscle, and thick hide smashed into it, shattering it with only the midis resistance. Luckily for Jacque, the dropping of the jet had brought him close enough to the ground so that when his plummet was finally ended with solid pavement, the only real damage was to the street itself, evidenced by the impressions of his feet on the asphalt, and the cracks that surrounded them. Jacque looked down to his team mates, who he figured would be none the worse for wear, "You two alright?".

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