[center][b]~[u]Phalanx[/u]~[/b][/center]
"Repeat that," Phalanx said, speaking into a small communications device; a common equipment she and her White Knights kept handy at all times. "I [i]couldn't[/i] have heard you right."

[i]"I was heading out to get some groceries and I passed some kind of monster! The lady was wielding--"[/i]

"The part after that!"

[i]"Yes, ma'am! An armored heroine showed up claiming to be King Arthur!"[/i]

"Send me the location. [i]Immediately.[/i]" With that, Phalanx cut off her communications with the off-duty grunt. If this lady was spouting lies about her identity, it was part of Layla's duty as Phalanx to put the liar down and defend the good King Arthur's name. However, in the highly unlikely event that she was telling the truth, and the supposed father of the first ever Phalanx was not only alive, but here...things would certainly take a turn for the interesting. There was no time to waste. As fast as she possibly could, Phalanx got her armor and sword, and prepared for battle.

She had to test the girl's claim personally. Once armed, Phalanx checked her device for the location. Time was of the essence here; if the fight ended before Phalanx arrived, there would be a chance that this "King Arthur" would be elsewhere by her arrival. Then this entire rushed pace would be for nothing.
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[center][b]~[u]Necrohead[/u]~[/b][/center]
[i]"Burnout might be tough, but I can take him! He's in for one hell of a blast!"[/i]

"Don't get yourself blown up," Necrohead warned. "It's painful, and I'd imagine fatal for humans." The zombie heroine turned to face Burnout...to find he'd been dealt with? He was covered in some kind of red foam. It obviously wasn't blood, but what was it? Whatever it was, Burnout looked pretty steamed about the whole deal. He even tried to make a move on the girl who sprayed him down with the stuff. Now was Necrohead's time to shine; she couldn't let all the other heroes take all the credit now, could she?

Leaping between the two, Necrohead...well...leapt between the two. She could certainly take a hit better than this girl who sprayed him with the foam, and with some due stitching, could recover from loss of limb were that to happen here. Or a healthy zombie meal, had she not sworn to stop eating human meat upon joining the IFC. It was one of the few things she [i]didn't[/i] like about being a hero. But hey, she got to help people every day, and it wasn't like these villains would be able to keep her dead or anything. If such matters as life or death or undeath made any sense to a zombie to begin with.

"You've lost, Burnout. Turn yourself in peacefully; fighting us three-on-one would be stupid."