[color=ed1c24][center][h2]Martyr: Outside PRT ==> Drainage Pipe[/h2][/center][/color]
Dean shook his head and gritted his teeth. That was definitely a poor move on his part. First of all, there were people possibly close enough to hear them, and being rude to another hero was generally not cool. Secondly, they were on a mission. Lives were at stake, not just Dean's but his team's, and the citizens he fought for. As Margrave threw his fairly mundane insult out, and Epsilon attempted to educate him like he was a child, he wanted to tell them [i]"Sorry my super power isn't 'literally scientist'"[/i] or [i]"Sorry I can't remember everything about your crappy power"[/i] he bit his tongue. He was being petty, and he'd have time for that back at home.

As the team got ready to move out, an epiphany came in the form of Sonar. Apparently, these people were being taken to the Patriarch, the big bad of Denver. With that, all teams moved out, Assault Team B leaving while Dean and Sonar (and presumably Epsilon, though he was running too fast to check) made their way to the riverbed. Once everyone was in position, Sonar gave the signal, and Dean rushed in.

Firstly, Dean threw his boomerang at the slow mook who had happened to be looking in their direction, accidentally knocking his chin upwards, though Dean was aiming for the chest. Luckily, this seemed to knock him unconscious, allowing Dean a couple of seconds to follow Sonar's orders. He cleared his mind, focused on himself, or all the other versions of himself, and 'pulled' as he liked to call it, giving him the command "block the exit, but don't kill anyone." In a split second, another Dean was summoned too, all three Deans looking exactly the same, and drawing their blades, blunt edge first. This was the unspoken agreement between almost all versions of himself. When one has nothing to lose, they ought to follow the leader.

With that done, Dean began focusing on how best to get to the hostages. All... 8? Dean wouldn't be able to tell unless Tulpa told him but he knew he saw some people bound near the right wall, so he would aim there. Unfortunately, there were some goons coming his way, including one who had picked up his boomerang. The goon threw it back to him, but seemingly had no experience, and the thing veered to the left, hit a wall, and bounced right next to Dean's feet. [color=ed1c24]"Thanks, it's really hard for that one too actually come back because it's made of aluminum,"[/color] Dean quipped, kicking the weapon back to a Dean behind him, who so helpfully tossed it into Dean's open palm. [color=ed1c24]"So any help is really appreciated." [/color]

Martyr holstered his boomerang and began combating the three goons who were near him, blocking a strike from a pipe with one and summoning a Dean to get stabbed for him. Luckily, the stabbed Dean seemed to have enough willpower to punch his assailant in the face before collapsing, removing a combatant from the fight. Dean then swatted away the weapon of the pipe goon, leaving both of the two left defenseless. With a few simple swings, both were groaning on the floor, unable to get up due to broken ribs. Dean again charged forward, bent on saving the hostages.