[center][h2][color=7bcdc8]Alley Behind the Bank[/color][/h2][/center]

Movement caught Chroma's eye as Blackout began to dart out from behind the cover again. Despite the intense pain racking his brain, Chroma knew he had to focus on Blackout's sudden bravery. Chroma moved his left hand from holding his head to pressing the ear communicator. [color=662d91]"We have an enemy Master class cape in the vicinity. Blackout spotted. Moving to capture."[/color] While in the middle of his comms, Chroma flung the glob of green paint with his right hand, aimed to intercept the sliding cape somewhere along his trajectory towards Chroma. The green paint was supernaturally heavy, even a single drop weighing enough to be felt. Getting splashed by the green paint was often enough to overwhelm humans who weren't supernaturally strong, though there was obvious variation that would depend on exactly how much paint got on them.

But as Blackout continued to get closer, Chroma continued to relay as much information as he could. [color=662d91]"At least three capes in the vicinity. Master digging into my mind with some kind of-"[/color] At this point his words began to lose meaning, descending into gibberish. For a brief moment he was confused, but it was the signal that he was now within range of Blackout's powers. Talking was pointless now. And it quickly became the least of his worries as the psychic attack on his mind increased in magnitude. Blackout said something, Chroma couldn't tell what, as he slid past. In that same timeframe, Regus had launched a chunk of asphalt in Chroma's direction. It was easy to spot considering he was already facing that general direction and it was easy to dodge without moving by twisting his upper body and leaning backwards at a sharp angle, a testament to his own physical fitness and quick witted-ness. While arrogant in his own way, Chroma wasn't stupid. He knew that if he took another step right now, while within Blackout's range, he would succumb to the blue paint he was standing in the midst of and fall. He had to stand in place for now, for just a moment. After avoiding the plate of road, Chroma directed his attention forward, trying to keep his mind off the pain and on his duty, to see where Regus was running. Unfortunately for him he didn't get to spend much time scanning for Regus.

The invisible Serephina slammed into him from the air, plunging her knife into his midsection. This would come to a surprise for her as well, considering the knife would not only refuse to penetrate the grey-paint coated uniform but even break off at the handle from the weight of the impact and the resistance of the cloth. Chroma's grey paint had a stronger consistency than even steel, something a simple knife wouldn't be able to slash through. But the impact itself served another purpose separate from injuring Chroma: it knocked him down. Both he and Serephina would tumble onto the blue paint, Chroma being moderately confused as to what hit him and why it felt like someone attempted to stab him. It would take a few seconds to piece together that an invisible girl tried to take a piece of him, especially considering the throbbing pain in his head did no favors for his coordination, but Chroma instinctively had a plan of attack.

He knew that once Blackout was out of range he could negate the blue paint he was now covered in, which would allow him to get back up. And after that he could fling a wide arc of green paint in Blackout's direction, something which would hopefully knock down and pin both Blackout and the unknown Serephina that had just made his day even worse. Assuming that all went well and that neither the Master attacking his mind nor anyone else in Blackout's crew had any more tricks up their sleeves, Chroma would have to issue some kind of perimeter scan. A Master class is dangerous, particularly one with enough range that could circumvent a need for line-of-sight. This guy (or girl) was most likely also a Thinker. As Chroma's words began to come back to him with the distance gained by Blackout, he had only one thing to say. [color=662d91]"Not today!"[/color] He had no way of knowing where Serephina was, but he already began to prepare a large swath of green paint to douse the two criminals in. Their only hope of avoiding it would be to either dodge it by going above or under it, or to get out of the alley someway. The kind of weight that would be behind the paint hitting them would be nothing to walk off, likely even breaking bones if caught at an unfortunate angle.