[h1][color=red]Miriam Grant & Henry Olin[/color][/h1]
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Miriam's head shot in the direction of the avian zoner she had seen earlier, who had garnered the aggressors attention. Were they ready? She had no idea. But it didn't matter now.

"Fuck."

She turned back to the others, only to see Henry already departing and that Kayla had had fallen off the building. "Follow the plan to the best of your ability! Stay safe and good luck!" She said, watching Henry jump off the building's edge and fall to the ground below, hitting the ground on all fours and just about bouncing, but continuing without a second though towards the spot where Kayla had fallen. He took a single step and Kayla collided with him. 

There was a snapping noised and a roar of pain, more than likely a rib or two on Henry's side that he was ignoring. As soon enough Henry was back on his feet heading towards the distracted horde, which had turned, aiming their weapons and guns upwards in her direction. Knives, bullets, and other various weapons flew into the sky all aimed at her. Some more poorly aimed than others. The loud bang sounds hurling metal more than likely caught Jazz once or twice non fatally, but covered the sound of Henry's thunderous footfalls.

Henry powered on all fours, stumbling somewhat as he transferred from a quadrupedal position to a bipedal. His chest huge, his arms wide, his jaws open. He powered into the horde, grabbing the first aggressor he could get his hands on and continuing on, barreling through, his huge legs pumping furiously, running down a few aggressors unfortunate enough or too slow to get out of his way. He slung the aggressor away as he began to slow, it's body rag-dolling into two other aggressors and throwing them off their feet. He continued onward, grabbing another aggressor with his other outstretched arm and throwing it to his feet, running it down. He slowed to a halt eventually, having plowed through the horde until those ahead of him had jumped out of the way to evade his charge if he hadn't cut it off.

He beat his crest like a gorilla and bellowed slumping slightly and one arm falling to his side. With his free arm he snarled and prepared to fight any other oncoming enemies. Six ganged up on him, attacking various spots with their knives and makeshift clubs. Henry, for the most part, shrugged the attacks off or was able to power through them and repay them in full, until one aggressor with brass knuckles nailed him with several solid punches to his injured side. A shriek erupted from Henry's maw as he stumbled back, clutching his badly injured ribs. The aggressors, seeing this, raised their weapons and prepared to approach only for huge volumes of hot molten ash and smoke rained down upon them, not killing then, but taking the heat off of Henry.

Miriam on the other hand, shot off into the sky, her whole body a huge cloud of ash and sparks that reformed mid air. She couldn't fly in the air like this, but she sure could slow her decent greatly. With both hands small smoke rockets generated, pushing against gravity. She cut one arm and pointed downwards, ready to show off her power in an aerial assist, and was able to do so when she saw that Henry was already in trouble. Taking the fall for Kayla must've been worse than she thought. Regardless, she released billows of smoke in an effort to teargas the Aggressors back from her ally.

They had the skies. Now they needed to keep control of the land. The foreman, seeing Henry lead the charge, had moved from his cover to take a few pot shots at the aggressors while they were distracted, but had to take cover as a maelstrom of metal was shot at him and at Henry, who did nothing but turn his back and allow his crocodilian like armor to absorb the brunt of the damage.

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