[h3][color=mediumspringgreen]E.A. "Bobby" Smith[/color][/h3]

[@Twisted Fate][@Empour][@UrbanEvolution][@ScarlettWaters16]

Bobby watched Land-Diver plummet over the edge of the building in mild horror.  A crueller person might have thought something like 'that's not a very useful ability,' but Bobby was more concerned with an internal rant about why it was nearly all kids on this damn mission.  He'd seen other adults in the cafeteria; why hadn't any of them volunteered?  He was half-way through vaulting over the edge of the roof when he saw Henry break the scuba-suited Zoner's fall.  Which was good, because there was no physical way he could have gotten down there fast enough to be helpful.  Bobby turned his vault into more of a rappel, skidding down the side of the building by digging his claws into the façade enough to slow his fall but not enough to stop himself.

Henry and Miriam were causing enough of a commotion to afford Bobby a chance to sneak over toward where the winged girl was drawing fire.  "C'mon, Twinkle," he whisper-shouted, stealing Miriam's nickname for his fighting buddy.  He crouched low and ran between different spots of moderate cover, working his way around the building and looking for a weak point.  A pair of aggressors armed with nail-studded hunks of broken furniture surprised him as he emerged from behind a pile of overturned park benches.  They seemed pretty surprised, too.

Bobby jabbed a lightning-quick strike at the closest one's eyes, claws extended to dig into the sockets as thick goo sprayed out around his fingers.  The power of his punch drove his black claws through the backs of its eye sockets, into its brain and it collapsed, boneless and twitching at his feet.  Bobby wrenched his arm, but his hand was unfortunately stuck and the collapsing Aggressor dragged him stumbling forward.  The other one's improvised club swished though the space his head had only recently vacated.

"L'il help here, buddy?"