V E N T U S

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No time..! Geoff had been struggling to get himself straight as the action happened below him and monster seemed to forget that he existed; declaring that Mr. P must be the strongest hero in the world and promptly pursuing him. This was a second shock to Ventus’, albeit small, ego - he was a Class S hero dammit. He thought that he’d earned just a bit of recognition… at least by the bad guys. But, he was above such trivial matters, such as the ones that plagued his thoughts… Oh well.

He shot himself toward the monster as the hero… Sunshine..? he wasn’t terribly good at remembering the names of all of the heros. But he was relatively certain that this was the man’s name, he was a top hero in Class B. Anyway, he shot himself toward the monster as Sunshine seemed to spontaneously combust. Like he was literally on fire! I hope he has some way of protecting himself from that… Looks like it must burn…

Sunshine launched himself forward as Mr. P dodged the monster’s attack and shouted something at it - Ventus didn’t have time to really process it as he was hurling toward the beast hoping to achieve a combination attack with Sunshine - his plan at the moment was to feed the other hero’s flame and increase the effectiveness of his attack all the while grasping the monster in order to subdue it and have it possibly explain where it came from.

Parts of the plan were quickly abandoned as Ventus realized that the monster would not be able to speak if any of Sunshine's attacks got through. Geoff condensed the air around him into several balls of molten hot plasma and launched them at the monster's arms and legs. He, simultaneously, condensed the air immediately around him into the, more solid, form of a ball and smashed into the alien, Tach,'s side with force relatively equivalent to that of a semi truck at highway speeds.

DreadLock's eyes widened upon the sight of of a fast approaching white cannonballed alien thing - she knew she didn't have any time to dodge the creature. "Uh oh," she said in a let out meep as she did the only thing she could think of: Dreadlock allocated some of her hair to rush forward and form into a defensive shield.

This did block the blow, but the force of the impact sent DreadLock flying backwards, flailing and wailing "whooooaaaah!" The woman was sent crash landing into a pile of garbage that was left out in an alley by a restaurant, all tangled up in her own hair. DreadLock flailed about, trying to escape from her hair-prison. "God... Damn it!" She slowly retracted her hair, struggling due to the sheer amount of tangles.

The walking chalkpiece had landed on the building where DreadLock had previously been fluttering above, slowly waddling toward the building's edge where DreadLock had fallen from. Dreadlock would look up to see the alien's head pop out from over the edge of the building's top, it's empty eyes staring down at her. "Play?"

Golden eyes peered up at the flurry of fists and attacks upon the alien creature, watching each hit with a judgemental cock of a slender brow. Interesting... the heroes were fighting well, but not quite to her standards. Well, that's what teamwork gets you...

"Reaper? Hello?! Can you hear me?! Don't just rush in there, Reaper!"

Though the voice cried out in futile desperation on her contact device, the violet haired girl took the device from her belt and threw it carelessly off to the side with a fwoosh, caused mostly by the long piece of fabric that was her skirt that followed after it.

"...How bothersome... I hate orders..." Niflheim muttered fully to herself, swinging Hell's Mirror forward before her. Her sharp golden eyes locked upon the alien, searching carefully for a weak spot, but with all of the heroes darting around it she could barely see a thing. With another mumble about how she hated others getting in her way, Niflheim turned the blade sideways as she raised it above her head.

"Flame Spike."

The reflective purple blade swung down and struck the earth, a roaring violet flame charging out and cracking the pavement like a minor earthquake in its wake. It shot towards the crustacean, seeking to race up its side and distract it if not damage it. A heel slid back as the reaper leaned lower, bolting forward after her attack and dodging to the side as her scythe bursts into the same violet flames. "Ignite." The blade slashed forward at the joints of the alien's legs, a crescent of fire jumping from it to add to the brutal blow. Niflheim leaped back to dodge any repercussions, raising her blank gaze defiantly upwards to see how she had done so far.

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Up above, just below the clouds, another 'hero' stood. One foot before the other as she balanced perfectly upon the stick of her magic broom, Vivilyn watched down upon the battle that was being valiantly fought below. "It just seems like so much work..." The blonde yawned to her sweeping friend, the broomstick would have sighed if it could. Vivilyn brought herself down to sit upon the broom, holding her chin in the palm of her hand. "Then again... there isn't much else to do..." The broom gave her a little jostle to show its approval of helping out, but the witch just pouted. "Uch. You're such a goody goody. It's not like I'm all that strong, I wouldn't help that much anyway." Even the artificially animated object could tell that Vivilyn was only doing this as an excuse to not have to do any work, and so the broomstick bristled in anger.

Vivilyn took another glance at her broom and gave a cheerful laugh. "Oh Jeez! It's hilarious to make you angry! Ehh, I suppose I could help—" The red eyes caught a tower of flame that went to crash into the creature, an evil smirk tugging at her lips. "Oooh! Fire head is here~ Hey, let's wait a little longer! The party is only getting started now!"

The broom sagged with hopelessness for its master.

Savant

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The morning went well. Aaron and his mother were on a trip into City T where they could watch one of their favorite movies on the big screen. They had taken their small van and made the trip from City B, where they shared an apartment. Aaron was in his senior year of college, studying several things, including engineering and mathematics. He was set up to receive seven degrees. The day wasn’t exciting until around noon when the sirens began to wail with an announcement of a level Tiger threat. Aaron and his mother, Trisha, were on the other side of the city from the evacuation center so they jumped into the van and he drove her there as fast as he could possibly do. He remembered the city’s layout from memory and found the fastest route to the dome-shaped building that protected citizens from danger.

The drive only took a few minutes. It may have taken less time if traffic wasn’t so bad and the center was becoming more and more packed as time went on. It took several more minutes for Tresler to get his mother’s wheel chair out and to roll her into the shelter. By the time he had, the sirens began to wail once more as the Hero Association announced that the threat had been elevated to level Demon. “Aaron…” His mother’s weak voice filled his ears and she spoke. “Be careful…” She knew he was about to disappear and that he may not return to her. But she also knew that there was nothing she could say or do that would make him stop. She knew that he had to do this that his sense of justice would not allow him to stand by while others died. A moment later she, nor anyone else could see Aaron anymore.

He traveled at a speed so great that he could hardly comprehend it. But he didn’t need to comprehend it, he just needed to remember it. He was mimicking the hero known as Flash Forward. Aaron had previously seen him run at super speeds and do several other super-human things. Aaron’s surroundings passed as a blur. He saw it. There were two beings near-by. A larger one, a woman, and a smaller one which was more of a white penguin sort of thing. He wasn’t sure what the smaller of the two was, he had recognized the larger of the two as the hero DreadLock. The penguin-duck thing had attacked her in some way, from the ground, even though she was in the air and far above it.

The monster was now on top of the building and she was falling to the ground. He’d heard it screech “PLAY!” just a moment before. Savant jumped from side to side on the building and the building next to it making his way up to the top of the building the monster was on. When he got to the top he stopped, stared at it blankly and said, “Play?” He was using the same inflections it gave its voice.

He continued his walk towards where the sounds of terror faded into quiet death. Bodies strewn around the area like mangled pieces of meat. His eyes ever so slightly softened in sympathy to those families who now had to bury every single one of them. He would be sure to help out those families afterwards.

"Where is this thi-

"PLAY!

'There!'

He could barely see it but it appeared to be a...Duck? Immediately his face went straight into a deadpan expression but for only a second. There were three Tiger level entities in the cities. One in each city and this one did not appear to be of that caliber. But growing up he learned from Angel Grace, "Looks can always be deceiving my son. Never underestimate your opponent, it can always cost you dearly." He opened his cape, withdrawing Bjorn from his side. The low level threats never had the opportunity to be pummeled by Bjorn, instead receiving a hard, heavy cold cocked fist to the face or chest. But tiger level and up, depending on the severity received Bjorn, and in worse cases met with the Crucible, an eight ton monster of a blade, roughly ten and a half feet in length, three and a half feet wide and four inches thick. This same blade is the one that managed to take down the infamous Juubilee, the monster who he had nicknamed "Hydra" on the count of its duplication when killed. However, he did not feel that the duck deserved such honor and saw fit to take it on with Bjorn until like a bullet, it bounced around, making impact with one of his other colleagues, Dreadlock. She was a great hero but one he had given the pet name "Tangles"...seemed like the name was a rightful one at that. Casted off of the building from his perspective, she fell into a hair entanglement in the garbage below. At least she was safe for now. Glancing back up at the thing he moved forward, intent on bashing its head in-

THREAT LEVEL HAS BEEN RAISED TO DEMON! I REPEAT, THREAT LEVEL HAS BEEN RAISED TO DEMON! Quickly glancing over at the speaker he looked back up and his eyes widened slightly. Another hero had approached the seemingly harmless animal, unknowingly entering what he had assumed was its kill zone.

"No!" He sprinted forward, placing Bjorn onto his hip and sprang up towards the rooftop, a crater left from where he jumped, preparing a massive and devastating strike.

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Up above, Savant was quite possibly in harms way, despite its docile appearance. The thing seemed to cock back, much like it did with Dreadlock but what it had planned to do was immediately halted. Savant had looked up just in time to see the back of something big that wore a black tattered cape, turning mid-air to reveal-

"CLUNG!"

Ten feet and eight tons of sharpened metal came around at a blinding speed and slammed into the side of the alien, causing its body to cave in on one side. Allister was given the advantage of distraction with the involuntary help from both Dreadlock and Savant. This gave him the edge he needed and with his quick thinking, was what he got. Savant leaned back quickly and just in time as his reflection on the metal disappeared again to reveal clear skies. Allister had managed at the last minute to adjust by an inch, avoiding the face of Savant. The creature appeared glued to the Crucible with the amount of force that was put behind the slash and the follow through sent the duck-like alien flying in one direction and that was into the side of another building a few blocks away. Still it yelled out one thing...

PLAAAAAAaaaayyyyyyyyy! Its command faded as it was sent through the air and away from the three. It would be enough to give Allister time to regroup with the other two heroes. Landing on the edge of the rooftop, his blade resting on his shoulders, he turned to Savant with a hand extended.

"You alright there Savant? Didn't graze you did I?" He asked with a bit of concern before leaning over the side, looking down towards Dreadlock.

"What about you! You alright? Need you to hurry up if possible!" He called down to her. He knew it would take a minute for her to re-situate herself before regrouping.

"I was hoping to host a potluck today at headquarters for everyone, guess that's not happening now... Any news on the other cities? Or our guys?" His hard look returned as he gave a sidelong glance to Savant, often looking into the distance for the duck...thing.

@Melkor@Cherrywitch
City S
Amongst the exchange of fists, Trach heard a movement in the wind. With a single, powerful slash of his claw Trach was capable of producing a powerful wind gust towards Sunshine. Without any warning, flames had erupted and surrounded the alien "W-what?! Now what?!" The alien jumped back as fast as it could, dodging three of the hot balls yet the third hitting its mark on his knee. Trach let out a growl of pain, unable to dodging the incoming hero which slammed into him and knocked the breathe out of him. The force sent the squid flying across the street, a crescent of violet flames being the nail in the coffin and landing right into the back of its knees. One of his legs flew off, landing meters away from his fallen body. A glowing blue blood dripped from his mouth and knee, Trach propping himself up with his last claw. He coughed a small amount of blood "Howwww, HOW THIS HAPPENING!? I AM AN ELITE WARRIOR, BRED AND TRAINED FOR COMBAT BUT, BUT I LOSE THE LOTNOF YOU" It screamed in a desperate attempt of buying time. It's breaths were heavy, glaring at each hero. It slowly gazed to its remaining claw, as if contemplating. He began to softly chuckle "L-Lord Agoroth...we live for you, we die for you"

Trach slammed his left arm thru his giant claw, wincing in pain. From it he pulled out a glowing blue crystal, connected to the claw with tendrils and constantly emitting a low hum "With this I shall be reborn" Trach stabbed the crystal into its own chest, it's pupils widening as more blood poured out of every cut and hole from its body. The crystal slowly sunk into its body before vanishing from sight. The liquid quickly covered his body, hardening and reforming another leg. It's body quickly changed, forming into what seemed like just a giant crab with numerous spikes coming out of its back. It's eyes were no longer there, instead numerous of glowing holes constantly on the move, scanning the area. It's once shattered claw had grown double in size, matching its body which had grown a little over a foot. Another claw had grown on his free hand as well, although its size not as great as the right claw. Yet even through the transformation, it's body shook like it was in constant pain.

Trach rose its two claws in the air, in a daze at the sky. A faint whistle came from the the many holes covering Trachs body before firing out a flurry of glowing bubbles, covering nearly every inch of the city block and the heroes if they chose to stay. A few seconds passed before the bubbles' glow grew more intense and erupted in a sea of flames. Trach, at the center laughed maniacally as no explosions seemed to be near him.

@Phobos


A pout was present on the woman's face as she walked around the destroyed streets with blood painting walls of buildings, lamp posts, benches, and the ground itself. She was on her way to a match for her title when it got cancelled due to the alien attack. It was also only a Tiger threat level as well, so now she needed to go and amuse herself by kicking the alien's face into it's ass, which is when the announcement sounded that the invasion threat was now Demon level. This piqued her interest a bit, as those guys were suppose to be pretty damn dangerous. Way more dangerous than her title fight would have been, this caused her piqued interest to grow into a wide grin as she now took off sprinting to get to it's location which proved to be rather tedious as she had no clue where this giant killer was. Her only clue was this rather loud "Play" sound she kept hearing. Looking in the direction it came from was a smashed building with smoke from where the supposed monster was, she stared in delight for what terrifying monster it could be and she stomped her foot on the ground cracking it as a vein popped on her head. "Thats the Demon level?! It's cuter than my dog!" She shouted as she sighed and whistled to attract the monster's attention. "Hey why not play with me?! I promise it will be really fun!" She said as she stuck her tongue out at the duck thing.

@Phobos@JustYui@Polaris North@LostDestiny

Savant

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Savant could tell the penguin was about to attack. He also moved slightly to mimic the motion the moment it had been performed. There was one problem. He could feel the danger… He glanced back, just as the motion had halted to see what was quite possibly the largest blade he’d ever seen and immediately knew who had just arrived. He leaned back just in time to see his own reflection in the blade as it passed in front of his face. He saw a lock of his blond hair fall as the steel passed.

The penguin was sent out of Savant’s sight momentarily as he processed what had just happened. The Guardian had just used Dread Lock and himself as a distraction for the monster in order to launch a, rather effective, sneak attack. Logged… I’ll make sure to use that tactic on a later date…

"You alright there Savant? Didn’t graze you did I?"

“Not at all!” He said, his hand on the back of his head in a ‘no problem’ gesture, the other accepting the other hero's hand. The Guardian. Class S Hero, Rank 4… His physical abilities will certainly be useful in this fight… The association wouldn’t raise the threat level to Demon for no reason…

In response to the higher-ranking hero’s second question, “I heard over the radio, while I was at the shelter helping, that City S has Ventus and several other heros. City K has Collider, though they have likely received more help since then.” He turned his head to see that the penguin had been stuck to the side of a building several blocks away.

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Bomber took a breath as her explosions distracted the alien long enough for it to get hit in the face with the car that was flung in his direction. It seemed that the car did absolutely nothing other than to tick off the creature. After hollering it's name it created a huge wave of the concrete from where it landed. Unable to dodge such an attack she was flung back and almost crushed by the vehicle she was hidden behind. "Damn it." She muttered as she picked herself up from the ground. She didn't know exactly what to do and she had yet to figure out who else was fighting the alien with her. If she knew, it would make fighting with them a little easier. She just had to make sure she didn't accidentally injure the other hero. Though she had to stay hidden the best she could, and she wasn't sure if the alien had seen her.

Looking around she located an ally nearby. It seemed that the force had moved her near a partially destroyed apartment building. She could use the fire escape to climb to the top of the building. Maybe that would give her a little bit of an advantage, or it would be her death sentence. Either way she couldn't sit still, it was too risky. She grabbed a small handful of marbles and chucked them directly at the alien. She then dashed for the ally hoping that the detonating marbles hit their mark as well as the person with her would provide a distraction should she have been seen by Gastro.

Just as she made it into the ally a dragon landed on the street. She knew exactly who it was. "Damn S class coming to steal my thunder." She muttered to herself as she climbed the fire escape. She would have been fine if she had been failing and an S class showed up but she had just started and she was sure she and her unknown temporary partner could do it without the help of an S class. However she wasn't going to attempt to get the hero to leave. She still got her pay as long as she showed up when called. Which she did.

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Evan felt himself being struck by the powerful gust of wind and was pushed back a few meters before he quickly recovered by countering the momentum with his flames, which were being blasted in the opposite direction. He safely landed on his feet and watched the reinforcements use a combination of attacks to overwhelm the Alien. It's finally over... He thought, letting out a sigh of relief.

That instantly changed when the Alien pulled out a crystal and stabbed himself, transforming right before his very eyes. His Solar Drive only had about two minutes left, it was time to go all out. Without any further hesitation, his flames blasted out of his legs with a strong force behind it, making his way towards the Alien just seconds before the bubbles erupted. He was desperate at this point, "No you don't!" He shouted at the Alien, ignoring all the bubbles which passed him while he was soaring through the air.

Evan most likely caught the Alien's attention with his abrupt shouting, but he didn't care, he wanted the Alien to know that he was about to be turned into crab cake. Both his arms were ignited with his golden flames, however most of the energy were focused in his palms. He extended both arms out in front of him, appearing he was about to perform a double palm strike during mid flight.

"SUNFLOWER BLAST!!"

This attack is extremely powerful at close range and acts as a giant continuous flamethrower, especially if he is using both hands to do it. The size was enough to roughly cover the Alien's enormous body. He fired his attack when he was just mere inches away from physical contact. His palms were initially aimed at the Alien's torso, even if the Alien decided to block with its claws, the intensity of his flames would still cause massive amounts of damage to him and hopefully render his claws useless in a matter of seconds. Still, it was unknown what other abilities or enhancements this Alien had gained from transforming, but Evan didn't care about the risks at the moment. He put all of his remaining energy behind this attack, not wanting to give this Alien a chance into using them. Solar Drive is about to run out...

"Oh come on! Why can't I do something like that?" grunted Mrs. Pickles.

Wait. What was he talking about? This was perfect! *intense Anime music begins to play*

Mrs. Pickles grabbed his hunting rifle and aimed it at the gas station. It was the perfect shot! A well thought out, brilliant idea! What could possibly go wrong? Plus, there's no way that Mrs Pickles could miss...

Wait... what? Mrs. Pickles missed!?! What a lousy shot! Instead, the cursing Mrs. Pickles had hit some food in the store... which knocked over some shelves... which knocked over several bottles of soda... which flew all over the gas station, even out of it's front door and broken window. And then, suddenly countless bottles of soda were exploding around Captain Crab Cakes.

Soon, the alien was covered in sugary liquids.

Mrs. Pickles decided that this would have to serve as a distraction for now, and it at least put out some fires around the alien. Then, he got back onto the elevator, which was still playing elevator music.

V E N T U S

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It didn't take much in the way of effort for him to dodge the attack. Once he had, he proceeded to hover above the burning street by several meters, his coat billowing behind him as the winds began to pick up speed and intensify. His arms were outstretched in a grand gesture.

Geoff was certain that the universe did not understand that it was just after noon and he had to teach a class at one pm. This would not work with his schedule. He had to get back to City A, pick up lunch and prepare to teach for an hour. But, this monster decided to up the ante… No more holding back…

Ventus wasn't far from the monster. It's transformation into a significantly larger and more ugly crab didn't phase Ventus. He focused the air around it and condensed it. It's time to finish this… I need to get back to my day..! He could feel the heat being emitted from the area around the crab as it began to glow and pressure waves began to surge through the air and along the ground for, about, a block all around the monster. Bits of rubble and garbage were being blown away. The flames from the monster's initial attack were long gone.

“You think giving me a larger target would be beneficial to you?” His voice was angry. But more like a teacher to a disappointing student. “Allow me to bring you back down to Earth.” The pressure on the monster increased tenfold and the ground beneath it began to crack and shake under the strain. A nearby trashcan began to melt.

S H I N D O "F L A S H F O R W A R D" T S U B A S A

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Shindo cocked his head to the side as he heard laughter. Was the claw... laughing!? Crap, weird. Really weird. Gross too. That midget of an alien had that deep of a voice? Heck, it was deeper than his! It really sent shivers up his spine. He wasn't bothered by a lot of things but aliens really know how to push his buttons. "Harsh." He started once the claw stopped talking. "I'm just a B-rank anyway."

He then let a hollow laugh out before speeding out of the way of the water bullets, narrowly avoiding each and every one as to minimize how much he had to move and conserve energy. Once the bullets were out of the way, he quickened his speed and raised the frying pan and attempted to use his speed to add to the force he would exert when the frying pan would hit the alien. Though he would feel nothing hit the pan as the alien disappeared.

Bewildered at first, he didn't waste any time as he kept up momentum and sped out of the window and into the streets. He would skid to a stop as he saw the flamethrower-like powers of Sunshine and Ventus's attack. He rubbed the back of his head as he retreated to a building as to avoid the debris. Well then, it seemed he wasn't needed anymore.

Oh wait, those bubbles seemed intimidating. His eyes would widen in realization. They were due to explode any moment now! His eyes began to scan his surroundings. Time to save anyone and everyone he can! He began going around the general are of where the bubbles were to hopefully save everyone from the blast. When he got to the last, he was dangerously close to the crab-like alien who seemed to multiple in size.

There was no time. He flung himself towards the alien's vicinity which didn't have any explosions to save him and that last person (whoever it may be).

The metallic blade of the scythe slid up with a sching off of the cement to be placed behind her head, Niflheim closing her golden eyes with a satisfied huff. "Honestly... it wasn't that hard..." One of the sharp eyes cracked open curiously as she heard a rumbling, watching the glowing crab raise itself from the hands of death. "How rude... and I went through all the trouble to peacefully reap your soul." Niflheim muttered, knowing it was too quiet for the alien to hear anyway. Of course, how could she be so stupid? They always fight back stronger when their lives are at stake... Well, she'd take it soon enough anyways.

Two steps slowly taken forward, and then suddenly she broke into a run. Niflheim pressed her heels into the alien's outer calf, racing up the side of the creature. "Attack his chest. The gem is most likely still there. If we destroy it he's dead." Niflheim whispered to herself, aiming her blade at the point where the glowing item had been 'absorbed.'

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"Hm? What's that?" The witch's red eyes widened slightly at the— bubbles? Were they on fire? "Well, that's not good..." Broomy began to bounce about in terror, trying to snap Vivilyn into action desperately, only more nervous from her calm and almost intrigued tone. The place was going to burst into flames! "Really thought they could handle it... Guess I better do something." The broomstick seemed to sigh in relief as Vivilyn stood once more on the edge of it, balancing upon it easily.

Vivilyn gave a cute smile as she threw her hand to the sky with a jolt. "Ready, guys? Pumpkin bomb!" All around her immediate area, little dashes of orange rolled up quickly and magically into little jackolanterns, each with a maniacal carved grin. She threw her hand forward and the little bombs went flying like a rain of bullets at the bubbles, exploding as soon as they touched one and making the attack null and void, nothing but a burst of orange smoke clouds covering the sky in their place. Vivilyn took out a good amount of the bubbles with her first wave of bombs, rubbing her nails on her shirt with a smug look. "Hehe, not too shabby, eh, Broomy?" The broomstick felt a comical anime sweat drop form on it.

Well, the car had hit its mark and exploded right in the alien's face. For just a moment, Nadia thought it was already over and everyone had just overestimated the threat. That was, of course, before the car's engine was thrown her way. Nadia had plenty of time to step out of the way, and hear the alien roar out in rage as it leapt upward, before crashing back down and shaking the earth itself into a wave. So that's how we're doing things. Clearly this alien wanted to get rough. Nadia now had to oblige. Just in time too, for a fucking dragon to show up. One of the S-Class heroes, no doubt; Nadia recalled that one of them could do that.

At least somebody would be able to draw all the media's attention for this one.

As the dragon hero roared and released an explosion of flame, Nadia charged in as well, unsheathing her sakabato and turning the sword around in her hand. This was a situation for the bladed end. As Nadia closed the gap, she swung her sword downward, aiming for the alien's arm. As much as she'd like to get this done quickly, she knew better than to rush a fight.

Mrs. Pickles sat calmly in the elevator... "Doot doot doot dah doot dah doot doot doot..." he hummed to himself... then heard an explosion. Eh? What was going-

DRAMATIC EXPLOSION!!!!!!

Mrs. Pickles was flung around the elevator like a cricket in a washing machine. One of the bubbles had exploded underneath of the elevator and sent it flying back up the elevator shaft, and then out of the top of the building. Mrs. Pickles jabbed repeatedly on the "open door" button, but when the door was opened, Mrs. Pickles regretted it.

You see, the elevator had flown slightly towards the crab monster. And then Ventus turned up the pressure, and Mrs. Pickles was staring out at the sky as the elevator hurtled towards the crab monster ten times faster than it normally would. Mrs. Pickles tried to shout, but his cheeks were flapping to the side uselessly. Thankfully, a stray pumpkin bomb hit the elevator just right, causing it to spin and launching poor Mrs. Pickles out of it and onto the ground. Mrs. Pickles would have skidded across the ground, but miraculously landed right on top of the trash can, which had been bent into a ramp of sorts, causing his body to harmlessly glide over the massive puddle of soda until he was laying face down, in the middle of the street, with only a couple of minor scratches, a tattered, soda covered cape, and two dislocated elbows. "Ow."

The elevator smashed right on top of the crab. The extent to which it effected the crab alien was unknown... cough, cough...GM/ Co-GM... but the elevator's radio was destroyed as the last song it would ever play came to a dramatic end.

What they do? Honestly, It was really close between that song and this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BDhJU_cNCZE

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Luckily for the hair-tangled hero, the alien that previously stood above her now seemed distracted by another. Finally, someone else has shown up, DreadLock thought, relieved. At least that gave her time to escape from her own mess of hair. As she fumbled about, seeming to only tangle herself more, DreadLock tried to listen to what was happening on the building top as to figure out who was up there; but being all the way down in the alley made things just a little difficult.

"PLAAAAAAaaaayyyyyyyyy!" the alien's loud wailing trailed off, closely followed by the sound of a large thunderous crash, almost sounding if a semi-trailer had crashed into a building at top speed. That couldn't possibly be her alien, right? Nothing that small could make a sound that loud.

"What about you! You alright? Need you to hurry up if possible!" a hero called down to her. Upon again raising her head and spying Guardian looking down at her, DreadLock had a rather irritated look upon her face.

"GET UP THERE?! UNLESS YOU WANT TO SAVE ME FROM THIS HAIR-COCOON, LEAVE ME ALONE AND LET ME WORK!" DreadLock yelled back up, flailing her trapped limbs. Well, at least that explained why a tiny duck sounded like a truck when it crashed into a nearby building.

"Oh wait," DreadLock realised, all her irritation melting away from her face; with the little amount of hair that wasn't tangled about her body, Dreadlock formed a small tendril of hair. This tendril looked like a small dagger, and her hair fibres had indeed hardened, forming a sharp edge on the blade. With this, she cut away her hair-trap, leaving her hair as choppy as it would if she'd let a toddler near scissors. Finally, DreadLock could rise to her feet, dusting off the scraps of her own hair from her cloak.

Again, she summoned more hair from her hood and, as she did earlier, formed wings behind her back using her hair and floated back up to the top of the building. The red of her hair seemed to glow a bright red under direct sunlight, as it so often did when she was actively controlling her hair. DreadLock came in at the end of the men's conversation, discussing something about the other cities. "I haven't heard anything from the little birdy on my shoulder," she said as she tapped a finger on her earpiece, a concerned look on her face.

"We'd best get this wrapped up as soon as possible, though... " DreadLock said as she stared off into the direction where she had last heard the alien's voice.

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"Hey why not play with me?! I promise it will be really fun!" a voice perked the little white alien's attention as it emerged from the wreckage. The creature's colour seemed to change a little, changing from white to a light shade of blue, as darker blue blood seeped from small cuts all over the creature's body - it was injured and in pain. But, it was too busy trying to "play" with the humans in City T to care about it's bruised and bleeding body.

The creature looked at the hero woman dressed in all black, it's large eyes staring at her, unblinking. It didn't move for a moment, before suddenly it started spinning in a circle, jumping and flailing it's arm's in joy. "Play time! Play time!" it wailed happily.

As it jumped and stomped, though, the building beneath it shook, large pieces of debris falling to the ground beneath the floors where it stood. Many of these pieces would be large and dense enough to crush a human being flat, so if a hero were to approach, they should take extreme precaution when approaching.

Allister nodded with slight relief that he didn't remove Savant's nose from his body. Then he heard Dreadlock irritated response to which he chuckled with a light smirk lining his mouth. Soon enough his B-rank comrade joined them up top. As to the second question was answered by both he grimaced.

That doesn't sound good...Angel Grace is on her way to one of the other cities. I'm not sure which one, but she's joining in this battle as well. Sorta feel bad for the Demon level that has to fight her... He glanced towards one of the other cities, flashes of lights and smoke could be seen, the muffled sounds of explosions heard. Clearing his throat he looked at the other two.

Alright, I batted the little demon over there-" He raised his large blade and glanced back at the both of them as he walked towards the edge of the building nearest the duck demon, using his blade as the marker.

"If anything be careful...I probably pissed it off." A twitch to his mouth suggested a smirk wanted to form despite the seriousness of the situation. He looked down towards the ground before glancing back at them, placing the blade back in its massive sheath for the next part.

"Let's go..." And with no hesitation he leaned off the building, freefalling to the ground below. The air rushed past him as his plummet neared its end. He prepared the landing, leaning back, allowing hs feet to touch first before kneeling low.

"Crack"

The asphalt caved in as he pushed off the ground, launching himself forward and into the air as a powerful leap towards the Demon level. If any hero was over there currently, and they saw them earlier, they would know that they were on their way to destroy the target.

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^{Location: T-City. What I'm Doing: Engaging E.T. the extraterrestrial menace.}
@FallenTrinity @Emuxe @Phobos @Melkor

For Besouro, the thought of engaging a life endangering being from another world wasn't his idea of how he'd spend an afternoon backpacking through the typically orderly streets of T-City, he expected something of a more mundane occurence. Earlier that morning he bought some fruit from a stand, and performed in the streets for cash. Besuoro wasn't a professional hero type like Guardian or Panther Man. He hadn't considered himself a hero at all. He was just a guy with unusual training trying to find his way in life. Hence his "walk the world" phase.

He managed to refrain from doing the hero thing for so long, once or twice he might have intervened and stopped a mugging or worse from happening, but he wasn't that kind of guy the public could rely upon to save the day, that was until the attacks of that morning. He was a Shinobi nomad trained in the ways of esoteric Ninjutsu. Stealth, hand-to-hand, ninja weapons, mystic jutsu, the whole nine. He was adept in all of the above. Besuoro's talents were that of a prodigious Jōnin, think Ninja Gaiden or any high-level ninja you saw in tv or movies.

What spurred his unprompted call to action? Earlier that morning he'd been with Combo doing their usual street performer thing, he encountered a street kid that tried to swipe from him, which brought him back to memories with his own sensei, he took back his wallet but he left a little bit for the child, as well as a ninja token, he later found a body crushed under the debris, not too far from the scene of the cadaver, a familiar token, and here we are, as the debris hailed onto the streets below, the hooded ninja took skyward to the scene of the ensuing conflict, scaling the length of the building in a matter of expert sprints parallel to the battle ravaged siding, as debris fell, he timed his leaps along with the raining rubble, gaining a foothold from one island to another, until he made his to the very top, at the top he could make out several figures as well as the being they were engaging.

Without pausing, he maneuvered himself to its blind area, extending his chain kusarigama to the vague duck-like creature, attempting the lasso the damn thing, while constricted, he began a sequence of signs with his free hand, the outline of his hand took on a visible spark, he then grabbed the chain with both hands, using the chain as a conduit for the lightning flow which he discharged , he released a stream from his end to that of the alien's, he turned his head slightly orienting himself towards the others, while offering a few words. "An All-Out attack would be good right about now. I don't know if this technique can immobilize it for long."