[center][h1][color=ec008c]Ira Riese:[/color]
[color=dodgerblue]Streets of Denver[/color][/h1][/center]
At Sonar's command, Epsilon followed their group leader, arriving at the mouth of the drain soon after him. She followed his lead last, squeezing through after Martyr and Sonar had started. They came out into a wider area, less cramped but not very open regardless. As Epsilon came out, last of all,  Sonar gave out the command to begin the conflict. Martyr hit a mook upside the head with his boomerang immediately, his aim admittedly quite impressive. He then summoned three other versions of himself as a thug tried to throw a boomerang at them. 

Dean talked trash about the man's aim, and Epsilon groaned quietly, before shifting to the left side of the space, while pulling her gun out of its holster. She couldn't easily move past Dean, Dean, Dean, or Dean so she instead hung back a bit, looking for any hostiles trying to slip past their first line of defense. As planned, after a few seconds one of the grunts slipped past a mook who was fighting one of the Deans, who were quickly becoming indistinguishable. Epsilon raised her gun quickly, firing at his shin with a steady aim. Her ears rung as the sound echoed in the tight quarters, and the young Ward winced in pain.

Despite the small target, Epsilon got lucky and nailed him right where she aimed. He fell forward crying out in pain and unable to catch himself. He was far enough from his allies that Epsilon felt confident in running forward to pin his arms behind his back. She slipped her hand back to her belt, quickly removing the cuffs stored there, and incapacitated the man with ease. Epsilon struggled with the weight, but managed to drag him to the position they had entered from. As she finished she noticed that those were the only cuffs she had on her, and that was the last man she was gonna be able to 'permanently' restrain. She shifted her eyes to Sonar helplessly.

[center][h2][color=#20B2AA]Zach Kozel:[/color]
[color=goldenrod]Denver Alley[/color][/h2][/center]
"I have to agree with the young spark here, there ain't no point in using the resources to save these common thugs, Unless these are your thugs Mr. Necro. You be trying to buy more time with the whole nice guy act to keep us in place, and all the while more of your shadowy henchmen will gather up upon us and jump us in this here dark alleyway."

Again Zach nodded without thinking, after all that did make a lot of sense. Necro was quite the imposing figure, and didn't seem especially heroic. Zach shifted back slightly, taking a step backwards and shifting the crowbar into a more secure grip. However, before he could comment, gun shots sounded from the crusader's direction, and quickly collided with the group across from him. A few bullets reflected off of the armor Necro wore. He ducked behind one of the hulking abominations which held the thug. The bullets tore through the man's body, and he quickly died, causing the creature to drop him. Necro shouted [i]something[/i] and the thug shifted.

"The names Arsenal, the newest addition to the heroes! Let's take down this villain together."

The two abominations suddenly rushed at the gunman, while the clearly recently deceased man suddenly lunged at Zach's legs. His arms wrapped around, but were aggressively deflected away from Zach's lower half right before colliding. If the creature didn't have enhanced durability it probably would have had both of its arms dislocated. Zach stepped back out of reach, clearly unsure how to proceed, before drawing back to try and further splatter the thugs brains across the alley.