Ignoring Revel, Michelle turned her attention back to the Immortal. She ran behind a pillar to take cover from Specter's grenade, and was not all that surprised to see that it did no damage. The kill order then came, Crosscut and MicWiz were doing what they could to take him down, but they weren't doing much more than slowing him down. Michelle also knew that she couldn't just do nothing forever. As she got out of cover, however, the Immortal headed over to Witch. Alarmed, Michelle sprinted over, but she was too late. The Immortal had already snapped her neck.

As Chimera charged the Immortal once more, Michelle reached Witch's body, although not as quickly as Gloria did. Michelle shared Gloria's feelings, although Michelle was more accustomed to the idea of death. Her partner and best friend since childhood died in battle as well, after all. "She died too soon," Michelle muttered. After Gloria left Witch's body, Michelle knelt down and closed Witch's eyes, then turned her attention back to the Immortal. It was time for her to act.

...or so she would like to believe. How was she going to even attempt to hinder a near-invulnerable superbeing?

David had been observing the available energy resources in the energy plant they were at, and electricity was a abundance here, but it was necessary to be sent elsewhere like the city where it was needed, so he had crossed it as off limits unless in an emergency. He had been perhaps the very last one to be transported over and thus was also the last to react out of the whole group as well with his observation on his environment it was. However, everything seemed to happen so quick as he was snapped out of his examination of where his battlefield when he heard a snap and quickly glanced as he saw Samantha, or Witch fall down after being killed by the Immortal.

It was a shock, yes he had seen people die before but in front of him was a girl that had so much potential in her life, yet it was smothered out. Never showing her true potential in the world and soon to be forgotten as well, but David pushed away these thoughts as he blinked furiously as he realized his eyes were becoming teary. He forced himself to gather himself and access the situation, and look what was happening with the battlefield.

He watched as the chimera charged at the insanely strong meta-human and then came the opening he needed, as Gloria aka The Specter, slammed the man into the wall and- phased him, partially through the wall leaving the man temporarily stuck with his hands immobilized. It was a good opportunity but it would be sore experience the next day, he had to give it everything he had and too went to finally join the fight. Passing Specter and standing right behind the Immortal, The Elementalist concentrated on the concrete flooring along with the walls and focused on the the water, cement and a another foreign element he wasn't too sure what it was but he could feel it as well. Manipulating all three elements, the concrete began to climb up the Meta-Human's legs and arms before digging into the clothing and then tried piercing the meta's flesh trying to imbue itself into the man's body while it climbed it. At this rate, it was significant but within no less than minute and perhaps sooner, if the Immortal didn't escape he would be entombed within a concrete coffin. Maintaining the growth and movement of the elements was a difficult challenge for David in this situation and pace however, he managed as he watched the concrete he was controlling doing its work on the man. He had started with the mans legs as his main priority before his arms but there wasn't much of a difference in the progress of either of the two.

From the corner of his eyes, he could see the Specter running off but he couldn't follow her as soon she got out of his line of sight, he was back on paying his full attention to the Immortal that he was trying to keep immobilized.

Izzy couldn't do anything. She was useless.

At first, she had been shooting at The Immortal, to at least get his attention or something, but he gave absolutely no reaction. And why would he? Everyone else was throwing far more at him, and even that wasn't doing much. Drake, in his Chimera form, and Alex were incredibly offensively gifted, but... nothing was doing anything.

The girl really began to panic when she saw Specter leap onto The Immortal, only to be attacked by Revel.

Another mad dash by Specter, the end result of which was a grenade implanted into The Immortal's body. A faint hope fluttered in Izzy -- it was a smart idea, it'd make sense if his insides weren't as impenetrable as his skin. With the appearance of Ray, she thought that they all might have a chance.

But the grenade did nothing. And neither did all the bars that Ray teleported directly into The Immortal, despite being enhanced by Alex.

Finally, to crush any remaining hope the girl had, The Immortal decided to counter-attack, taking the life of Samantha before Izzy could even blink. The snap of the woman's neck echoed in Izzy's mind as the lifeless body hit the floor. She stared, wide-eyed, horrified and in disbelief.

Fra... gile...

If he could kill one of them so easily, what chance did they have?

Izzy kept her eyes locked on Samantha as Specter and David attempted to immobilize The Immortal. The shock slowly passed, being replaced by an unsettling numbness. Breaking her gaze, she clumsily forced her feet to move, towards David and The Immortal. She was no longer really thinking, as she was trying to disconnect herself from the situation -- she knew she couldn't and wasn't allowed to leave, no matter how desperately she wished. Instead, her body was just doing what she knew it was supposed to.

The stunned girl shuffled next to David wordlessly, keeping her dull eyes on The Immortal's trapped frame, ready to do whatever she could to protect the Elementalist if their enemy broke free -- a feat that would not surprise her in the slightest.

Drake was in all honesty, beginning to regret accepting the offer from to join MetaOps. So far their first mission was resulting in a an awful lot of pain for him , and vey little gain for the team.

Slowly he stood up and stumbled a bit, his massive frame unstable thanks to yet another crushing blow to his back from the Immortal. He shook his head as he tried to clear his vision, his eye sight slowly focusing on ... witch. She was still dead, whoever the girl was. She had only tried to help, and look at what happened to her.

Drake almost received another pounding when Gloria saved his ass, though he supposed that made him even. When the one of the other supers he had yet to meet came to begin controlling the stone, Drake grunted and shuffled over to his side, limping ever so slightly.

Chimera was honestly just trying to use this slight break in order to coordinate a bit, but something told him they didn't have much time. That's what they needed to do, buy more time...

"That won't hold him for long." He warned weakly, slowly poising his tail to strike as soon as the Immortal might move. "I'm strong enough to toss him around but we're screwed if someone doesn't come up with something..." Drake was alerted to Izzy's presence as she ran up, his ear a perking up slightly at her footsteps. "Hey, you alright?"

The Immortal continued nearing the reactor room, a feeling of elation overtaking him the closer he got. Suddenly, the world went dark. Did he die? Did one of the metas finally do it? No, he still felt pain. He was still alive, he just couldn't see or move his hands. The woman who could phase through objects, it must have been her. The Immortal was disappointed that this was all they could do to stop him, a concrete wall was nothing to his strength. Then he felt himself begin to lose the ability to move other parts of his body. It started from his legs and was now spreading upward. So, that wasn't the extent of their plan. Still, they only delayed the inevitable. The Immortal began to moving his right hand first. It took a bit of effort, but he did finally release it from the wall. Next he used his free hand to help release his left hand. Now that both hands were free, he easily tore the concrete from his body. He hadn't seen who had surrounded him in the hard material, so he lashed out at the nearest person: Freyja. He punched her in the chest as hard as could with his right hand, while sweeping with his left. He hadn't really been paying attention to aiming as he swept his left arm, so he only just barely hit Chimera, sending him flying away, while just missing Elementalist all together. The Immortal continued lumbering towards the Reactor Room.

When Angelina left the briefing room she had meant to head for the satellite room like the others, but she smelled one thing that have given her pause...Pizza. Instead of partaking in the highly important mission Angelina had thrown it all out the window to eat pizza. Though luckily she wasn't as stupid as most would've thought her to be. As she left to get the pizza she then took random things into her pallms; pictures, vases, anything small. After all there as no reason to go and fight without an arsenal right?

Then she began to eat the pizza! This was probably her favorite part so far, and would also irritate whoever made or ordered it, but she didn't care about that part! Then Crosscut appeared to take her away. Appearing on the battlefield with a slice a pizza in her mouth, still in her black dress and all, and matter changing inside of her Angelina stood there examing the situation. One of her best non power qualities; analyze, memorize finalize. After watching what people were doing and how the Immortal reacted she came up with a more...clean approach. After all there were still things that people required to live...

The one thing she hadn't expected was one of her own team to die. Weren't they supposed to be a team that was epic, unbeatable, awesome, or something like that? Angelina just sighed in disappointed almost as if a t.v. show had ended in a way that she hadn't wanted and would have to live with since it was out of her power. She didn't understand why it didn't seem to hurt her more, instead of thinking of the girl she just had images of two adults dieing. She felt like she should have known them, they seemed familiar but she didn't know from where. Angelina quickly shook her head and shoved it out of her mind.

She had her plan, the matter she required already ready since it wasn't a lot she needed for this one and she had plenty of it for the idea she had...The question was...How the hell to get it into him...? So Angelica slowly began to walk over towards the Immortal as he broke free and hurt her teammates even more. Once he started moving towards the reactor Angelina quickly ran infront of the man at the doorway he'd have to pass through. "Hey there!" The simplest and friendliest thing she could say to him. After all why did they have to fight? IF she could trick him into her idea then the science should take care of the rest! Of course if she was wrong then hopefully plan B would work! If the Immortal struck at her of course plan B would be her only solution which would be throwing her hands up to block and maybe counter said strike or strikes and using her powers to hopefully stop him in his tracks!

Edit!: Put OOC thing here Originally...

Michelle winced as multiple people were struck by the Immortal. The "trap him in a wall" tactic seemed to work for a moment, but it was only a matter of time until he broke free. Michelle had been careful to maintain a safe distance, but she couldn't stand not doing anything while her team was putting in the effort and taking the hits. Michelle took out a pair of earplugs, which she always kept with her in case of firefights, and put them on. She would especially need then now.

Taking a second to aim, Michelle fired her gun, the bullets merely bouncing off the back of Immortal. If he felt them, he didn't seem to show any sign of it. As to be expected, of course. Michelle then ran towards him, firing short bursts at a time. Bullets went flying, and the Immortal turned around to see what was causing the disturbance. At the same time, though, Michelle was pulling the pin off a flashbang and tossing it towards him. Michelle turned away to avoid experiencing the worst effects of the flashbang as it exploded. She had no idea how effective that would be, but she doubted the Immortal would be completely immune against it.

Alex's plan worked, but not to the extent that he hoped on would. Unfortunately, things went wrong quickly, the radioactivity spread thought the body of the Immortal, but it enraged him. He looked back at Alex, rage etched into his ageless features, he had proclaimed that he would end his life. For once in his life, Alex did not have a snappy remark, for once in his life he stood still, afraid, shell shocked, he didn't even have the presence of mind to build himself a shied to even try to save his own life.

Suddenly, the Immortal slowed to a halt, as if he was being held back by an invisible force. He could barely hear Witch yell at him to move away, in an instant, the Immortal was focused on Witch. He quickly snapped her neck, and continued his rampage to the reactor. How could he kill so easily? That could have been him, but she took the hit for him, how...could he have been so stupid? It was all his fault that she was dead, despite only knowing her for a few hours, the pain he felt from her death made him feel like he knew her forever. Gloria and Michelle quickly ran to her body, but he remained glued in place, staring at the back of the Immortal. The whole scene contsatly replaying over and over again.

This was the life of a Meta was it, losing the ones who had an impact on you, big or small, and dealing with the pain. He hated it, hated it, hated it all, but Alex kept his rage under wraps. He took deep breaths as he walked over to the body of Witch. He created a platform that lifted her body of the ground, about 4 feet of the ground. "Thanks." Aelx mumbled as he walked towards the reactor.

Inside was the Elementist, who was trying to hold the monster in place, but it was useless. He broke out of the concrete and smashed his fist into the Chemira. Alex summoned a giant pink teddy bear, he chaught the Chiemria before any damage could be done. It was quickly dispelled and remade, it was a golem, this time, this ones blade was an energy coauted' pink sword, with a long steel pipe at its core. "Attack." He mumbled and the golem bounded twords the Immortal, and brought the blade down onto The Immortal. Because of the steel in the middle, the blade had become radioactive. In turn the radiation in the Immortals body would be attracted to the blades. It would most likely pierce him because of this, if it did not, Alex had a shield conjered for his golem just in case.

Nevada, USA
Jun Li "Hopper" Shi & Sylvia “Strato” Häyhä

Vegas. Truly one of the more grand things Hopper'd seen in his time travelling around while he was on leave. Vacation was something that virtually every man needed, especially the type of men who served in MetaOps. Solving problems that not even the regular U.S. Military could handle was exhausting, dangerous, and hazardous. Not to mention the drill sergeant somehow managed to make a man with no legs run himself ragged. Literally.

But, this wasn't a trip of pleasantry or relaxation: The stop of Vegas only served as a point to pick Hopper up at descretely, to bring him to the government facility surrounded in infamy and mystery. Area 51. He wasn't entirely sure why he was going, but he lived under the orders of MetaOps, and it wasn't like they would ambush him; MetaOps has had the schematics and blueprints for Hopper's legs for years. Stepping out of the car as the government compound was reached, Hopper removed his luggage from the backseat, unzipping his sizeable duffle bag and pulling out his signature helmet, donning it in a moment's notice.

Without even asking, or questioning why, he was lead onto what he could only assume was the latest innovation in air force technology; that being a really, really huge plane. Walking aboard the cargo ramp with his bag in tow, Hopper hummed to himself, admiring the advanced nature of the plane's interior. Looking around, he called out: "...Excuse me, who is flying this vessel?"

A few seconds later, a woman wearing an impressive flight suit and helmet came jogging down the stairs just ahead. It seemed more like a space suit, rather than a flight suit. "Ah! You must be..." She trailed off, "Um... I got this, just wait." Behind Hopper, the cargo ramp began to close on its own and the engined roared, the plane began to move. A male robotic voice suddenly cut in, "Operative Jun Li Shi, known as 'Hopper'."

The woman made an audible 'Ah!' and walked up to Hopper and forcefully shook his hand. "I'm your pilot today, call me Strato. Don't ask why I'm called that, come on, come on." She introduced herself quickly before letting go and walking up the staircase.

Hopper, completely caught off-guard by just about everything that happened in under a minute, just opted to roll with it and followed along, forgetting even to properly introduce himself until it hit him halfway through their flight.

The two went up to the cockpit, then turned and went up another short flight of stairs, which lead up to the second floor of the plane. By now was already in the sky. That same robotic voice announced that they had taken off, and that it would take roughly 20 minutes to reach cruising altitude and speed.

Strato sat herself down on one of the many chairs in the rather dark room and started clacking away at a keyboard. "Cruising altitude is 30 kilometers in the sky, and cruising speed should be something like Mach 5." She explained excitedly. "Correct." The plane replied, a whir was heard and then a loud clank, "Eye retracted." It announced.
"This thing is a marvel of engineering." She almost yelled, every screen in the room flickered to life, filling the room with light with dozens of moniters.
"Thank you." The plane replied to the compliment.
She pointed down the hall, "There's a kitchen down the hall to your right. Should be some juice in the fridge, and some nuts or something in the cabinets. Help yourself. I have to..." She trailed off again into mumbles.

Hopper simply nodded, figuring that it'd be best to leave any matters relating to how the plane was talking simply as it just being some sort of computer system, possibly put in place in the event of the pilot going unconscious. Or that the pilot needed a co-pilot. Regardless, Hopper opted to eat before they landed, given that wherever they were going, it'd be a while, even by plane if they needed to drop him from a plane this advanced.

Returning with a simple bowl of cashews, Hopper looked around at all the screens in the room, wondering what the point of having so many was. Not wanting to disturb the pilot, Hopper decided to go back down to the cargo bay and eat his bowl of nuts, putting his helmet on his lap as he ate. Once he was done eating his light appetizer, Hopper unloaded his duffle bag, and headed back into the kitchen, then into the bathroom to suit up. His deep green kevlar vest rested under a green forest camoflauge jacket, metal bracers covering his forearms and fists. Cracking his neck by rolling it, Hopper wrapped his scarf around his neck and walked back out, heading back to the cockpit. "Ms. Strato, what is our ETA?"

She pressed some more keys on her keyboard and in front of her, the screen switched to a sattelite view of what appeared to be a nuclear plant. She looked at her watch and wait for a couple of seconds, "We will arrive at the AO in about 18 minutes. Which is here." She then pointed at the screen. "Crystal River Nuclear, in Florida." The screen zoomed in and then switched to thermal vision, seeing through the walls there were 13 signatures. 12 of them had blinkers, and one of the people with the blinkers wasn't moving. Strato tapped the chin of her helmet several times. "That one is dead."

Crossing his arms, Hopper said: "Dead? Good god...what it takes to kill a Meta...this is serioust now. I didn't get a chance to overlook the entire report, but, is there any chance you can brief me on the full situation yourself? All I was told was that a Meta is trying to overload the plant..."

Strato nervously chuckled and rubbed the back of her neck, looking at Hopper, "I was never given a uh... Report. I was just given a destination and an order to fire up the engines. I'm actually on the 8th day, 15th hour in this team. Not quite sure what we do exactly." She looked at the screen again, "Looks like the team, the ones with the blinkers, is on the defensive. Or they're observing a reaction. The target," She pointed to the white figure without a blinker, "Is still moving however." She zoomed the camera out a little, "Looks like they're inside of a building. We're going to have to drop you just outside of the building and you'll have to go in on foot." She looked at Hopper again, who was in his full combat attire and sort of just stared for a moment. "I assume you were trained with parachutes?"

Furrowing his brow under his helmet, Hopper sighed slightly. "...Any chance your plane's AI could pull up the briefing documents? I need to know what I'm up against here..." And, softly chuckling to himself, he replied to her question with: "I assume you think I need one."

She didn't quite know what he meant by that, merely letting out a quiet 'um'. On the screen next to the one with the sattelite view of the AO, the briefing appeared. "I'm not quite sure we had the clearance to access that file." Strato said aloud, "Me being the rookie AEW&C."
"We did not. Security at MetaOps HQ is no match for me." The plane replied, a hint of pride in his robotic voice. Strato was a little worried at this. Her cargo didn't need a parachute, and her plane just hacked into HQ's files.

Over Florida, USA. Inside the EX-4 Grey Owl.
Jun Li "Hopper" Shi & Sylvia “Strato” Häyhä

Hopper read over the file on the screen, and could only assume the worst from a man literally dubbed: 'The Immortal'. Reading over the description of him again and again, Hopper began to run the situations of how to handle this in his mind. From what he was seeing, the man had more than enough force in one hand than Hopper had in both legs...not to mention that he seemed nigh invulnerable. Stopping him with force wouldn't be an option. At best they could try to push him around, but he doubted he could even wound him.

Then he mulled over the word 'depression' in his mind. He'd definitely been there before...and it got him to thinking. Thinking that maybe now was the time for him to do something dangerous, possibly even more dangerous than fighting the immortal man. Talking to him. Careful words could either settle the situation, or result in mass casualties. Violence against one of the strongest Metas he's ever read about seemed like a plan destined to fail, but words against a man who is suffering have more of a chance than enything else he could think of. Save for one thing. Abruptly, Hopper asked: "Are any packs of alcohol stored on this ship? I think I need to calm my nerves a bit..."

While Hopper looked over the file, she glanced at it a couple of times as well. Flight? Incredible strength? Immortality? It was like she stumbled into a comic book. She scratched her helmet and wondered what she had gotten into. Hopper abruptly asked for some alcohol, given the dossiar of what he was going up against, it was understandable. "There's some Akvavit in the fridge." She replied, deciding to believe that Hopper really didn't need a chute, she told him as he was walking away to put on M33FX Backpack before he jumped.

Without a second to waste, Hopper strode out of the room, barely in time to hear Strato tell him to put on a M33FX backpack prior to jumping, which he did find after he seized the bottle of akvavit. Slipping the metallic backpack onto his shoulders, Hopper lightly bounced on his toes once, before he lifted a foot up, rotating a single foot 360 degrees around from the joint. "...I can make that jump."

Strato followed his path to the cargo bay, where the M33FX was at. Laying on a crate of supplies. She hadn't quite gotten fully unpacked yet, and she saw his foot rotate a full 360 degrees. She blinked twice. "Right." She simply said, she switched on the intercom so that she could speak to Hopper from her command center. "We'll be over the DZ in just over a minute. Speed is currently 312.2 kilometers per hour. When we're over the DZ it will be 270. Wind will be South South West 212 at 4.3 km/h."

After that minute, the cargo bay doors began to open up. "Height is flying low at 600 meters. Happy hunting."

The teams' communications crackled to life,
"Reinforcements are here."

With one final salute to Strato, Hopper literally jumped out of the cargo bay of the plane, barreling downward towards the nuclear reactor. 1...2...Falling was fast, surprisingly so, yet it seemed to take so long...5...6...He wondered if the large bottle in his hand would shatter from the impact of his landing...9...10...God, did he wish that drank some of that booze before hand...13...14...Suddenly, a sound rang out in the immediate area, just a second before impact. "Reinforcements have arrived." he called out on the radio channels, the sound resonating around as the dust cloud settled, Hopper's back straightening as he stood up all the way. His hips shuddered before settling, his body remaining still for a moment before he examined the bottle. Still intact. This plan just might work...or get him killed.

The Immortal continued his slow walk to the Reactor Room, a door was the only obstacle in his path, until Bright Angel appeared in his path. He hadn't even noticed her at all before. What could she possibly do if she had been sitting out the entire fight until now? It did not matter, a child couldn't possibly do any harm to him. The Immortal would have simply pushed through her if it hadn't been for the intervention of Widowmaker. The feeling of bullets ricocheting off his back bugged him enough that he turned to see what was making his back itch. Widowmaker's flash bang was the only thing he saw, though. The blinding light disoriented him enough that he got turned around and began moving away from the Reactor Room instead of towards it. When The Immortal finally began regain his sight, MicWiz's pink golem greeted him with a large blade. The Immortal felt the impact against his skin, but nothing more. He clenched his fist and uppercut the construct. The attack was so powerful that it blew the golem burst into pieces on impact.

Crosscut continued to watch as The Immortal continued his path of destruction. He felt helpless as he saw his teammates get figuratively torn apart by the powerful meta, though it wouldn't be much of a stretch to use the phrase literally if the battle continued. Crosscut couldn't even imagine how teammates like Widowmaker and Freyja felt. Speaking of Freyja, Crosscut hoped that her healing ability hadn't been too much of an exaggeration seeing how viciously The Immortal had struck her. Crosscut began contemplating trying to teleport as many of his teammates as possible back to base. He had already lost one and he didn't plan on losing anymore. Then he heard a familiar voice sound over the radio, "Reinforcements are here." A sudden crash later and there stood Hopper. At this point, any help was welcome.

The Immortal was distracted by the new meta that stood before him, forgetting again about getting rid of MicWiz. "And what are you going to do?" he asked Hopper.

The major continued to watch the battle but the outcome was already pretty clear. The team would not be able to subdue The Immortal with force. As individuals, they where all to weak and as team. Well, there was nothing that would indicate MetaOps had send in a team. There was just a group of individuals who failed to work together. When they would return Carnage would have to go all out in order to mold the survivors into a well functioning team.

For now, Major Stone just focused on the battle and how each individual agent performed. From what he saw there was a stunning lack of leadership and communication. Not to mention that ego's collided in the face of defeat. The team was more busy with squabbling with each other then actually stopping The Immortal. All of them seemed to lose control and any form of cohesion in the unit was absent. Continuing this fight would be a pointless exercise if no one showed up who could lead the team and resolve the situation.

The major once again turned towards the Director. "You should recruit The Immortal, sir. He does a better job than those pathetic weaklings you've send out to stop him." Joked the Major about the fact that Crosscut and his team got their ass kicked and where powerless in their attempts to save the nuclear reactor. It would be interesting to see if Hopper could do anything to change the situation. It would be an inconvenience if they all just got themselves killed. Then MetaOps would need to recruit a lot of new members. For the moment the Major continued to watch how this team performed. If they managed to survive this, there might be some hope for them to survive training. For now, the major could only watch and wait. His work would start when the team returns to base.

When the Immortal broke free, Drake found it irritating that he moved so fast that he was once again thrown across the room. You could only do that so many times to a guy before he began to lose it in frustration. Fortunately, instead of feeling the now familiar feeling of concrete bashing into his skull, he felt something soft and... Huggable? A teddy bear, a pink glowing teddy bear. Sure, why not? Drake hit the ground on all four paws, giving Alex a grateful look before attempting to get his bearings.

In a word, this was useless, now matter how much they tried to take this guy out he was too strong, and his hopes that Revel had a plan were slowly disappearing. What the hell was the guy doing anyways? So far only four things had shown even the slightest amount of effect at stopping him, or at least giving him a bit of a pause: Alex's radiation, Drakes strength, Glorias phasing-whatever-it-was, and Revels whips. Surely there was someway they could-

His thought patterns were cut off as he heard a large crash, a man suddenly appearing out of nowhere and hitting the ground. "Reinforcements have arrived" Drakes hopes flickered, but only for about two seconds before he realized this one man was the reinforcements. Did they realize how powerful the Immortal was? He wasn't sure what this one man could do, but unless he could copy the Immortals powers they were still in the same spot they had been: screwed.

"Wiz!" He shouted out as he glanced over at Alex, loping towards him. "Your pink stuff. Can you make me armor with it? If I can get onto him with that energy, it might have a better effect."

Izzy's only reaction to the transformed Drake's question was a slight, unconvincing nod. She took an extra step forward, to be certain that she was the closest to The Immortal.

That was all she was good for; she just had to hope that once The Immortal broke free, he targeted her first to give David and Drake an extra moment to react. Her palms began to sweat as she imagined the pain she'd experience if her plan -- if it could even be called that -- went off as intended. She didn't want to go through that, but she didn't have any choice. She'd just hate herself more if others were killed.

Inevitably, The Immortal broke out. All Izzy had time to do was take another step forward -- before a freighter ran into her.

The girl was thrown back several dozen feet, head snapping forward. When the pain finally registered, she tried to scream, only to find herself completely winded. After a full second of air time, her heel caught the floor, sending her into a violent backwards tumble, limbs getting caught and twisted unnaturally. Mercifully, she eventually came to a stop in a crumpled heap, her cheek against the ground and her body stinging from friction burns.

She tried breathing, but that wasn't so easy with a collapsed chest and blood filling her mouth. This was the worse shape she had ever been in, while still being alive and conscious. Silent sobs wracked her body, as she looked to David and Drake with unfocused eyes. They both seemed okay, which was nice to know.

She had done her job, right? She could give up on this mission, now. She had to make the pain stop.

Izzy tried moving her right arm, but nothing happened. Deciding it must have been dislocated or something, she tried her left. Pain shot up it and into her spine, but she continued forcing it to move, reaching for her pistol, planning on shooting herself in the head.

Good... night...

Perhaps thankfully, her body gave up on her before she could. The effort and pain of moving, along with her inability to breathe, was enough to make her unconscious. Her last thought before she went under sent another wave of panic through her: if The Immortal succeeded and caused a nuclear explosion, would she wake up this time?

A few minutes after having that terrifying thought, Izzy died again.

Though not present to witness the deed, Revel's precognition picked up Witch's death like an antennae. His mouth curled into a disgruntled frown. “That's going make us look awful.” Though the power to behold the girl's limp body, and vacuous eyes lay not within the spheres of his mind, the knowledge hurt enough. Despite an outward display of impersonal bravado, Revel acutely felt the tragedy of others. No sociopathy lurked within the pink folds of the string-pullers brain; if anything, emotion washed too powerfully upon him, when his restraint proved unable to staunch the flow. Putting it out of his mind, Revel instead grasped a slightly better idea of Hopper's imminent arrival, landing on the floor. “What a weird sound that'll make.” Knowing that the decisive confrontation would occur in the reactor room, Revel placed little faith in Hopper's ability to keep the Immortal out, put-upon as he was by the other Metaops agents. Preparations needed to be made for the fight within.

Though Spectre's lightfooted tread made no noise, Revel turned on a dime and watched her approach. He had, after all, known that she would come. “You've been lucky so far in catching the Immortal off-guard, but it will take more sustained force than either of us can muster to force him into the chamber. Right now a soldier named Hopper has arrived, courtesy of the pilot Strato. I know from his appearance that his legs are cybernetic. I assume that they would have the strength to provide the necessary force. So yes, we'll go with your plan.” From his tone, even through his slight accent, it was clear that Revel took no pleasure in allowing someone else to take the limelight. “When he arrives, I will wait til he puts himself between me and the reactor pit. Then I'll grab him with my new whips, annoying him. Very tired of interruption by now, he'll grab the whips and pull, sending me flying down into the pit. Fortunately, I can charge my gauntlets to make them magnetic. Hopper, displeased at my apparent death, will run up and kick him, throwing him. It's up to you to attach yourself to him, make him intangible, and then jump off before he hits the reactor. I'll...catch you. There! Both of our plans together as one!” He winced as a painful-sounding impact resounded from upstairs. “Freyja's dead. Not permanent though.”

Alex’s golem was useless against this monster, what was the point in stopping him? This situation was bleak and funny at the same time for Alex. The government created this program in hopes to stop Meta-Humans like The Immortal. He could almost hear the Director back at base talking about how weak they were. It reminded him of when he learned about the French Revolution in high school, the monarchs and nobles had no idea how the poor lived, or what the poor was. This was The Director, the nobles, and the Metas, the poor, he had no idea what they were going through, he was probably watching them right know, laughing, or disappointed.

His golem shattered and Alex stumbled backwards, it looked like the guys skill was above the law of all nature. The Immortal started towards him once again, but he was distracted by something else. Alex glanced back and heard a voice yell over the constant crashing of debris. "Reinforcements are here!" What help would one more Meta do, why lost one and he was here to replace her. Alex sighed, at least The Immortal’s focus was no longer on him. Alex shrunk back, taking this opportunity to save his skin and regroup his thoughts.

Alex conjured himself a floating throne, this way he could think in style, at least with the last few moments he had to live. He sat there, doing as hard as he could to come up with a plane that would kill the Immortal. Throwing him at the sun, into a black hole, into the center of the earth, nothing seemed possible when it came to fighting The Immortal. He was suddenly thrown out of his thoughts by Chimera, the ne he had saved not too long ago with the teddy bear. Armor, he wanted armor? What would that doo for him, Alex really did not want to argue with him, but he also did not want to be the cause of his death. Alex sighed and nodded, “Of course I can, what type are you looking for.” He said despondently.

Alex then saw Izzy, he watched as everything went in slow motion as, she died. Alex only saw a bit of what happened before she died. Alex jumped of his throne and ran to her, dispelling it as he did. Another person dead, how? Was it the Immortal, no it couldn’t have been him. The Immortal was too focused on the other Meta. He kneeled down and turned her body over, in a panic, “ Wake up! Come on you can’t die now.” He said almost yelling.

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"Alex!" Drake shouted before charging after him, slowly morphing down into his usual form, albeit much more... naked, this time. He dropped down next to Alex and gasped softly as he saw the mangled form of the girl, gritting his teeth. In the back of his head he remembered what she had told him about her powers, but still this was just... Awful. "S-She'll be okay." He whispered softly as he put his hand on Alex's shoulder. "She can't die... She told me she couldn't die, thats her power..."

Even as he said it, it sounded unbelievable to him. But somehow he knew he had to trust what she had said. "Look, Wiz, we need to focus. If that reactor goes off she, and everyone else is going to stand no chance of surviving. The radiation you used earlier slowed the guy down enough for us to get to him for a bit... Do you think if I got you the chance you could do it again?" In the back of his mind, Chimera was disgusted with himself. He had now seen two people die, how could he be so callous about it? He wasn't a soldier, he wasn't used to death... However he knew if he didn't do something more people would still die, and he would never let that blood be on his hands.

After the flashbang, Michelle raised her gun to fire again. When she pulled the trigger, though, only a "click" sound emerged from it. The damn thing was out of ammo. Running back behind a pillar, she pulled out the empty clip and put in a fresh one. Her gun reloaded, she stuck her head out to examine the situation now. Of course, it was the same as it had been, the Immortal as unstoppable as ever. It was all they could do to even slow him down.

However, her communicator sounded, "Reinforcements are here." and a new person appeared. Michelle didn't know what to make of the guy, but if he could help, then she would accept it. Freyja took a huge hit, and didn't seem to be moving after that hit. If memory served correctly, though, Freyja wouldn't be down for the count forever.

Back to the matter at hand, Michelle knew that none of them had the strength to stop Immortal by force. Chimera got knocked back like a punching bag, MicWiz's constructs were destroyed easily, even internal explosives didn't cut it. Michelle's trick with the flashbang only delayed his path for a second, and that certainly wasn't much. Well, at least Revel had a plan, and she certainly couldn't come up with a better one.

Going over to MicWiz and Drake, Michelle said, "I'll get her body somewhere safe, you two do what you can against Immortal. She's not dead forever." Michelle had faith in Freyja's ability, and hoped that it would be as she said. Michelle took hold of one of Freyja's arms and began dragging her back, then leaning her against a wall. Michelle would stay back for now. She had done as much as she could, and it wasn't like she was going to leave an injured person unattended.

David flinched as Immortal broke through the concrete that was trapping him and whacked Izzy who suddenly came next to him and got knocked away. Along with Chimera who was knocked away accidentally as well it seemed, but all together missed him thankfully as a hit from the Meta would be disastrous. However, it seemed that Chimera recovered quickly however, the other girl wasn't so lucky but it seemed she was safe for now as Michelle dragged her away to safety.

With the next assault being a combination of Chimera and Wiz, Daivd had no real plan but decided to work with what he had and focused his powers as well. Shouting out to Alex, "Get ready!" before suddenly Chimera was inside a wind tunnel along with Immortal and himself, pulling everything towards David. The tunnel of wind accelerated the speed of Chimera as he was headed toward Immortal, while it also dragged Immortal as well towards him slowly. If Drake wanted to jump, he would find himself gliding surprisingly as the wind carried along his body making him eerily light. It wouldn't be surprising that the man would still be able to move but it hindered those who were traveling against the direction of the wind. It was fairly a simple task to manipulate the air around them and it wasn't too difficult to keep it going at this pace. But, he wasn't sure what would happen to him if Immortal decided to target him next, so he covered himself is a sphere of wind which rooted himself down from the effects of the wind tunnel as it blew past him.

The Immortal waited for a response from Hopper, before a large wind tunnel surrounded him, Chimera, and Elementalist. He gave a loud sigh before flying out of the way of Chimera's attack. Even with Elementalist's speed boost, The Immortal was still faster. With Chimera now barreling away to who-knows-where, The Immortal focused his attention on Elementalist. The Immortal stuck his hand inside the protective sphere Elementalist had set up for himself and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. "I suggest you take a seat," he said before dropping Elementalist. They were nowhere near high enough to cause any serious injuries, Elementalist would probably just feel sore for a little while. "Now that that distraction has been taken care of," he said, turning to Hopper. "Where were we?"