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[img]https://i.imgur.com/GjazZAE.png[/img][hr][@BlueSky44][@Kirah][@Nallore][@Natsu][@Andromedai][hr][hr][h3][color=84B4E2][b]EARTH 257 - 10:10 AM Nov. 13th, 2021 - Metro, the Iron[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr]	Oliver's blade sliced cleanly through Hayward's skin, something that would have been impossible for their universe's Cass, thanks to her dermal armor. It seemed Hayward's mutant powers - if any - were remarkably different. Bizarrely, she didn't seem to feel any pain or cry out. In fact, the wound started to glow orange and then a deep red, as if the blood had turned into lava. The strange blood-lava substance extended outwards, taking on the shape of an arm, and then gradually became solid, as muscles and veins and whatnot took their place, finally ending with a fresh layer of skin. "I don't need to reattach it. Gotta love Extremis."

	[color=FFB795]"...Since when could you do that?"[/color] Amelia asked, positively gobsmacked. She looked over at Cass for some sort of explanation, but instead Cass looked like she was in the middle of a mental breakdown. Sparky had been shot and Raynor was motionless on the ground. They were barely making any headway in this fight - Amelia didn't want to be a pessimist, but they were losing, badly. The only people making any real progress were Maria and Flynn, but there were still so many members of the Iron Legion to deal with. 

	Bonnie had been thrown into the wall of the train car, so she was hardly any help at the moment to Sparky - or anyone, really. The necklace she had acquired during her trip to Seattle felt white hot against her skin, but she didn't have the awareness to really think about it. Her head was ringing and she was completely dazed and disoriented, with no idea of what was going on - the very ideas of time and space were eluding her. She was hardly more coherent than Raynor and he was seemingly unconscious, if not just paralyzed. 

	A horrible feeling was growing in Amelia's stomach. She tried to push through it, to blow back Iron Legion members with a gust of air, but instead Amelia took five repulsor blasts to the chest. The last thing she knew was the smell of burnt hair - her own hair, maybe? - before darkness overcame her, as she fell to the ground unconscious. The Secret Warriors were horribly outnumbered and outmatched. Any efforts to move Sparky would kill her, but if they didn't get her medical attention right then and there, she would die. 

	"You're a medic?" Hayward said with a snort. "If that's the case and you just want to help, stand down, all of you. I can bring you in warm or I can bring you in cold." She had her repulsors aimed at Sparky, threatening the others to comply. She had three Iron Legion members left with her, all of them targeting those still standing. Hayward knew that even if they lost, Sparky would die - and she was fine with that outcome, no matter what HQ said.