[center][h2][color=#20B2AA]Zach Kozel:[/color]
[color=goldenrod]Denver Alley[/color][/h2][/center]
The crowbar hardly shook Zach’s arm as the head absorbed the pummeling readily. The gunfire continued, the firefight escalating rapidly with sirens in the distance. Zach stopped attacking the creature and started walked towards Necro; the cretin at his feet was not worthy of attention. Necro was backing away quickly, and he watched as the man began controlling a police officer with a touch. The police officer began firing at Arsenal, but was interrupted when a body landed on top of the man, followed by a hail of bullets. Those who were particularly perceptive would notice the pulverized bullets floating next to Zach momentarily. His power had made the executive decision that deflecting the bullets was too dangerous, and had stopped their momentum. 

Zach’s attention momentarily returned to the brainless creature that had attacked him as it rushed him from behind; it lurched backwards again before its arm could impact Zach’s shoulder. Loud, purposeful footfalls filled the air as Zach put himself in the middle of the alley, clearly intending to take the fight to Necro head on. He strode forward, his confidence at an all time high. How could you be scared when you were invincible?

With a crazed look Zach rushed forward, his crowbar raised as he wordlessly closed the distance between him and Necro. Blood was still splattered across his face, the hair that framed his face presenting the image of psycho, not with nothing to lose. Instead he seemed to be unable to see himself losing. If this was poker Zach was all-in; however this was not poker, and Zach was actually just risking his life because of his fetish for being a hero.

[center][h1][color=ec008c]Ira Riese:[/color]
[color=dodgerblue]Streets of Denver[/color][/h1][/center]
A sudden flash of light filled the tight quarters, along with a guttural battle cry or two. Epsilon watched the proceedings carefully, shifting her eyes back to her leader intermittently. Sonar’s eyes shifted to her, and he nodded in understanding before throwing three sets of cuffs to her. She mouthed a thank you, barely above a whisper in volume, though that didn’t particularly matter. Her hand reached out, and she undid each cuff before clipping them onto her belt. Her eyes shifted back to Martyr and his combatants.

Epsilon leveled her gun again, watching the proceedings closely, before suddenly noticing Eyeblight’s shocking form. She instinctively covered her mouth, audibly gasping before she shook her head to focus. Knowing the effect Eyeblight’s power had on people, and witnessing it firsthand were very different.

Epsilon turned her attention back to the pack of Martyrs who were helping to defeat the henchmen while Eyeblight focused on Messiah and Tulpa. Her eyes fell on the last woman, and she took aim. Her first shot missed, but the woman’s luck didn’t let Epsilon miss the second shot. 

The woman gasped as the bullet collided with her ribs, the breath leaving her lungs quickly. Epsilon adjusted her aim instinctively as the woman slowed, shooting again to nail the woman in the temple. This was nowhere near lethal, as rubber bullets almost never were, but it hurt like a bitch. Epsilon made the executive decision to ignore the threat from then on, and moved forward to cuff one of the thugs defeated by Martyr; her expression was grim. She lifted him as best she could, moving him next to the other thug, before going back to cuff another thug.