[center][h1][color=orange]Crane[/color][/h1]
Outside Fixeon Municipal Recycling Plant[/center]
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	Crane had landed the first knee, but in grabbing its shoulders and pushing to keep it from tackling her or pushing her, she had neglected the option of it just using his head like a hammer. Crane’s head jerked upward, her eyes squeezing shut as she grit her teeth. [color=orange][i]”Uuk”![/i][/color] She grunted. She released Menace and stumbled backwards before converting it into a backpedal to resecure her footing.  Raising her hands to defend herself, she saw Menace distracted by Mire.

	[color=orange]”Hmph!”[/color] She took a step forward, bounced on her back heel, and catapulted her fist forward with the mother of all haymakers. There was a burst of air to the knockout punch. One could feel the impact in their chest. As Menace collapsed, Crane shook out her wrist. Her stern face softened as she looked to the fungi.

	[color=orange]”Thank you, Mire! I will bring you trees to eat.”[/color] She said, having the gift idea on the spot. Hopefully Mire liked the idea. She turned her attention to the burning building briefly. But she had to swat the lizards off her. And to be honest, she wasn’t eager to throw her weight and strength around such a weakened building and potentially make things much worse. 
	

[center][h1][color=gray][b]Backup[/b][/color][/h1]
Hero Three [/center]
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	Backup peered up at the drone. Despite having easily endured a supernova of smarminess from the ICOSA rep, a little comment about her adequate performance was much more effective at getting under her skin. It was one thing to call her a troublemaker or to threaten her or bla bla bla, but to criticize her from on high? 

	[color=gray][b]”Bet you’re sitting real pretty in some air conditioned basement, huh? When I get there we’ll see how adequate you are at countin’ your fuckin’ teeth!”[/b][/color] She yelled up.

	Backup had enough hero experience to know when to get into cover. And seeing a mysterious object begin to construct itself on an opposing rooftop with one of the pieces being a long barrel…was one of those times. Backup hit the deck, trying to use both the raised lip of the roof and the helicopter as cover. It shot at her…once. It got off another singular shot before Wiseman took it down.

	Challenges. Recording times. Making it shoot that slow wasn’t foolish, it was a test. [color=gray][b]”They’re just fucking with us, Frankincense.”[/b][/color] She said to Wiseman. 

	[color=gray][b]”Heroes are always divided, we don’t just hang out like barnacles under a fuckin’ boat. They don’t seem so clever to me.”[/b][/color] She gestured around at the defeated goons and the broken equipment. Speaking of which, she picked up one of the broken guns. In a few swift motions she ejected the bullet in the chamber and dropped the magazine onto the floor. Then she grabbed it by the barrel and sent it spinning towards the drone in the air with surprising power and accuracy. [color=gray][b]”Hoof!”[/b][/color] 

	Backup pointed at the drone, were it likely still flying around.  [color=gray][b]”You wanna shoot that thing down or what?”[/b][/color] With that she jogged over to the edge of the roof and looked down onto the streets below. On the lookout for more assassins, or signs of any inside the building.