FERALISS / TYRIAN

Instinct. Rage. Fury. Pain.

Kill.

Feraliss rampaged through New York City. Everyone needed to feel what she felt. She breathed fire on a building, melting the glass and metal of its corner. Flying upward, she battered a skyscraper with her wings, screaming a roar out into the world. Folding her taloned wings, she plummeted down to the smaller buildings again, smelling blood. She followed the scent, but before she could find it something jumped onto her back. She raged, flailing around, trying to buck the thing off of her, but it held on and began climbing up. Feraliss furiously flew up high and flared her wings, screaming her rage across the city, then began flying in tight circles in an attempt to grab whatever was clinging to her and throw it off of her.

"Liss, no, don't hurt him!" a voice cried.

It sounded familiar...

Something pricked her between her scales, and she roared, folding her wings and plummeting to the earth again, flaring her wings just before she hit the ground and lifting up just enough to scrape over a building. She barrel rolled, twisted and turned, then finally flung the thing off of her. She reared back and breathed in, preparing to breathe fire on the thing she had thrown off of herself.

Just as the fire erupted from her gaping maw, the familiar voice shouted, "NO!" and a black thing streaked into the stream of fire. The black thing grabbed the holding-onto-her-spine thing and folded its feathery wings around the other. Feraliss snapped her mouth shut and lowered her body to the ground, crawling low toward the singed, smoking heap of charcoal. The black thing unfurled its wings and put down the holding-onto-her-spine thing. Feraliss snarled viciously, snapping her mouth.

"Take it easy, Liss. Just calm down. No need to let this get out of control."

Feraliss growled, but she watched the black thing intently. She felt compelled to behave, wanted its attention, craved its approval...

Tyrian hated this ability he had, and he hated using it, but he didn't see another way around it. He stared into her eyes and compelled her with his charm. Stretching his paw-hand out, he reached toward her and almost touched her snout, but then something hit her on her side.

Feraliss screamed, blasting fire into the air. She reared back and took to the air again.

"Shit," Tyrian muttered. He turned to the strange-looking costumed man. "You okay?"

Hank McCoy
Hank had not been able to keep up with feraliss or Tyrian when they took off flying. He had reached their home after the battle with Grundy and had not been able to keep up with dragon-Feraliss when she took off flying toward the city. He did his best to follow, using his super-human acrobatics and balance to travel along the rooftops and street lights while trying to keep pace. He took a chance when he cut toward the city, in the hopes of cutting off Feraliss and stopping her. When she passed by a particularly tall building Hank was there, on the roof, and leaped off, landing with a thud on Feraliss' back, grabbing hold of a bone spike that poked through her skin and he began climbing toward her head. as he climbed his fur whipped in the strong wind, his mane making it particularly difficult to see as it covered his face. It seemed that Hank had not been the only one with this idea when he saw a costumed hero climbing up the dragon's back. Even though the hero had a head start and Hank was being pummeled by his own fur he caught up to the hero quickly and was almost thrown off as she started trying to grab the hero. She suddenly stopped though, Hank didn't know why but he was thankful, he made his way closer to her head just as she took off speeding again and Hank growled and strained as he pulled himself closer. "Calm down!" He yelled through the wind, hoping she would be able to hear him, his voice almost a lion's roar as he strained his lungs.

John had never had something that fricken awesome happen. He could now say he'd been thrown off a dragon. Sweet. John recomposed himself as he stood up and looked at the mutant who had saved his life.

"Hey, thanks for that. You saved my life. Most people call me The Winged Shadow. I guess you can call me that too. So did I hear you call that dragon, Liss?" John asked, a bit confused.

Tertia had taken her leave only to hear and see a dragon flying through the city shortly after. In reaction, she took flight herself and immediately pursued. She caught up quickly and noticed Hank. Flying closer, so yelled to him through the wind. "You could have just asked if you wanted to fly! What can I do to help?" Meanwhile, she was keeping an eye on the ground to look for anything that may stop or slow the dragon. Nothing yet.

FERALISS / TYRIAN

Tyrian was relieved that The Winged Shadow was unharmed, but he was devastated that he couldn't stop Alissa as easily as he had hoped. He looked away from The Winged Shadow and stared into the sky at the raging dragon.

"She's my friend. Her name is Feraliss- she's a shapeshifter- and she just witnessed her parents' murder." Tyrian looked back at Shadow. "We need to calm her down, get her to stop, before she hurts anyone. She's just scared and angry. She's not usually like this..."

Feraliss reared, releasing a stream of flames into the sky as Tertia arrived. She flailed, trying to shake the holding-onto-her-head thing off of her back. Turning sharply, she dove, slamming her back into a concrete building and shaking herself back and forth. She landed on the ground hard, rearing back and whipping her head to the left and right, finally bashing her skull against a car. Despite her antics, she couldn't get the holding-onto-her-head thing off of her, so she rolled onto her back and squirmed against the ground.

Tyrian turned suddenly, hearing the crash and roars. "COME ON!" he shouted to The Winged Shadow, and he tightened his wings against his back and ran on all fours toward the crash site. Alissa was rolling around on the ground, and clinging to her was Hank.

"HANK!" he shouted, then suddenly stopped, realizing that the blue beast-man was still alive. He hadn't melted him or disfigured him. He glanced down at his paw-hands, remembering the moment he held Alissa when she had been thrown into the building, then when he had touched Hank, and realization flooded over his thoughts.

"I can...heal. I heal others." He looked back up and clenched his paw-hands into fists.

"Shadow, I need to get to her head! Get her attention, and I'll get Hank! I need you guys to keep her on the ground! I have an idea!" He spread his wings and flew up toward Hank.

John nodded as Tyrian gave him his orders. Distract the dragon but keep her on the ground. Easy enough. He whipped out a birdarang and threw it at the dragon's calf.

"Hey! Feraliss! Over here!" John shouted, waving his arms over his head in an attempt to get the shapeshifter's attention. He felt for the girl. He knew what it was like to watch your parents get murdered. And the pain never truly went away. You're always left with just a tiny bit of despair that is sometimes so minuscule that you don't even notice it. And sometimes it's like a raging giant, eating at your heart. He hoped Tyrian would be able to calm her down.

(Made a mistake with naming. My bad. Tertia, not Petra)

Tertia saw the dragon drop to the ground and try to ground Hank into a fine dust to get him off her back. She was about to go for a kill when another beastial man came in and told them to restrain her. Tertia, realizing her potential ability to help, began to focus. Tendrils of rock started to try and weave around the flailing limbs, but to no avail. She yelled to the others, hoping they realized her attempt. "Hold a limb still! I can restrain it if I can get enough time to concentrate on it in one place!"

FERALISS / TYRIAN

Tyrian nodded at Tertia and dove to grab Hank. Feraliss threw her head into the building, dodging him. He tried again, but missed. He couldn't get to Hank if she kept avoiding him...

Head...hurts... Thing...stuck... Go...AWAY! Feraliss was tired of playing games with the silly bipedals. She flailed her head in a circle, finally tossing holding-onto-her-head thing onto her face. It was still holding on with one hand. She narrowed her eyes, meeting the thing's eyes with one of hers, glaring at it darkly, then suddenly slammed her head against the building beside her, leaving it stuck in the shattered glass and broken concrete.

Feraliss turned on Tertia, opening her maw to ignite the gas leeching from a gland in her throat, but Tyrian clamped it shut, causing a liquid stream of fire to leak out between her teeth and onto the sidewalk beneath her. He clamped his body around her snout to keep her from opening her mouth again. It burned, but he didn't let go. "NOW!" he screamed to Tertia.

Tertia took the moment to swoop in a little closer and focus harder. She began to almost conduct a choir of stone that entangled the limbs, including tail, of the dragon. One big band of granite carefully snaked under Tyrian and expanded to make a full muzzle. Another band enclosed the dragon's neck, then another for each legs and finally one for the tail. Then, with a quick downward flourish, Tertia drew the bands down to the ground to try and forces the dragon to be utterly immobilized.

((Time to break out Hanks anger issues. Part of his mutation, like the original Hank, is that when he becomes enraged he becomes feral and uncontrollable))

Hank McCoy
Hank groans and falls from the wall, landing on a car. The roof of the car collapses around him and he groans again. Hank slowly gets to his feet and climbs down from the car, he doesn't think anything is broken from the impact but it sure as hell hurt. He walked toward Feraliss and as he got closer and the pain faded slightly he growled, his pupils had become slits and his teeth were bared. Hank breathed quickly and tried to calm himself but couldn't do it, he felt himself slipping away for the first time in months and broke out into a run, barreling full speed toward Feraliss' restrained form. Nothing would keep him from his chosen prey now that he was feral.

FERALISS / TYRIAN

Tyrian let go of the rock that separated his body from Alissa's muzzle. He breathed a sigh of relief, then heard Hank's body smash into the car that Alissa had been slamming her head against. He watched as Hank rose out of the car, relieved that he seemed alright. He turned back to Alissa and reached out to her.

Feraliss sensed the change in Hank and squirmed, trying desperately to open her mouth and blast fire at him, but she only succeeded in leaking molten lava all over the ground around her muzzle. She thrust her claws into the asphalt, digging it up in chunks and trying to push herself up, but she was held fast.

Tyrian snapped his hand back as liquid fire leaked out of Alissa's muzzle, pouring over the ground. He watched in horror, as if in slow motion, as Hank began to run toward Alissa's captured form. He didn't have time to stop him...

((feel free to have Tyrian stop him or let the hit connect, Hank is preparing to swing, he hasn't done it yet though))

Hank McCoy
As hank approached the pool of molten rock surrounding Feraliss he leaped over it, easily clearing the distance and landing on Feraliss' muzzle, square on top of Tyrian. He didn't even seem to notice the wolf under him as he plunged the claws of his left hand and both of his feet into Feraliss' snout to keep himself attached and pulled back his right arm, preparing to strike at the beast's eye with a clawed hand.

FERALISS / TYRIAN

Feraliss screamed, bubbling through the liquid fire surrounding her muzzle. Pain ripped through her body as Hank's sank into her snout. Her left claw ripped through the asphalt, creating a crater in the street, as her right arm ripped free of the binding. She couldn't reach her snout, but at least she had some freedom.

"HANK, NO!" Tyrian shouted, and he elbowed him in the gut, breaking his aim. Tyrian spread his wings and knocked Hank off of Alissa's snout.

Enraged, Feraliss tried again to breathe fire from between her teeth. The superheated rock gave way and her head snapped up, mouth snapped open, and she released a stream of flames into the air, licking just past Tertia. She turned back to Hank and swiped her head down toward him, headbutting him into the building across the street from the one he'd fallen from.

"ALISSA, NO, STOP!" Tyrian called. He waved his arms wildly, attracting her attention. She stared at him, then opened her jaw and released a stream of fire toward him, redirecting it toward her left front claw. She superheated the rock and released herself from its grip. Before she had time to turn on the strips that bound her hind legs and tail, Tyrian flew up and grabbed her muzzle. She swung her head sharply back and forth, but Tyrian held fast with a vice grip around her jaws to keep her mouth shut.

Tertia didn't let this go on anymore and dove to the ground, slamming a fist into it and causing a small earthquake at Hank's feet as she formed a quick cage of stone around him. She made the cage a full cube with only a hole big enough to allow air in and then she focused. After a grunt of exertion, the cage molded into glittering diamond. She began to waver a little as the mental exhaustion started taking its toll, but she again reset the bindings, turning these into diamond as well before collapsing to the ground, panting. Her vision was black and she only barely clung to consciousness, but she did her work and wasn't too worried since Tyrian could handle it from there. "F-fuck, you guys gotta stop this attacking shit...can only do so much."

Kurt Halner
Kurt and Spiderbolt had been at the doctor's for quite some time already, they had arrived almost immediately after the fight with the dark-goblin and, after a rather large amount of money changed hands, Spiderbolt was placed, on an operating table and the doctor looked at him and grunted. A few hours later the doctor came out of his operating room, a room off to one side of his small apartment, and looked at Kurt. "Whoever this guy is, he's lucky. None of those arrows pierced anything vital, i got them all out and your friend there should be alright once the wounds heal up."

Kurt nodded to the doctor and walked into the room where Spiderbolt was now recovering on an old hospital bed wearing nothing but a paper hospital gown and his mask, his costume folded up neatly on a chair nearby. Looks like the old man kept his promise to not take off the mask. All that was left to do now was wait for the anesthesia to wear off, as he waited Kurt chatted idly with the doctor about heists he had pulled off and the new things he had acquired through rather nefarious means. He knew the doc wouldn't go to anyone with the information, he was the most tight-lipped man in the city, after all, if criminals knew he would blab about who came to his practice and why he'd be out of business and probably dead before sunrise.

Hank McCoy
Hank growled as he stood back up he began walking toward Feraliss and Tyrian. The wolf had gotten in his way, he would kill it too. Hank stopped when he suddenly found himself in a stone cage which molded into a cube and became clear. Diamond. Hank growled, in his feral state he didn't know what this was but he didn't like it and began beating on the walls with his fists, trying to break down whatever was blocking his path. He continued like this for quite some time until he collapsed from exhaustion, his hands swollen and bloody from the attempted escape.

Peter Queen/Spiderbolt

As Spiderbolt regained consciousness, he took in his surroundings. He was in a hospital bed… wearing a hospital gown… Wait. Where was his costume? His mask? His hands rushed to meet his face, where he felt his mask, still in place. Relief rushed through him. He then tried to get up, and pain stabbed at him, his wounds barely healed. Working through the pain, Spiderbolt got out of the bed, spotting his costume neatly folded on a chair. Shooting a web at it, he pulled it towards himself, the costume zipping into his hand.

As he was getting changed, Spiderbolt began to recall what had happened. He’d been beaten. He’d been beaten by the enemy… The Dark Goblin. As his thoughts closed in on Dark Goblin, he recognised a feeling he hadn’t felt since his time on the island… Fear. He was afraid of Dark Goblin.

Once he got changed into his costume, Spiderbolt began to walk out of the room, not realising that Kurt and the doctor had been chatting in the room, stopping to watch as he stubbornly got out of bed.

Kurt Halner
Kurt and the doctor stopped as Spiderbolt got out of bed, struggling to do so. "You know," The doctor said as he watched Spiderbolt, "You should probably stay in bed. You rip those stitches and I'm going to have to charge you for the new ones." Kurt chuckled at the doctor's comment, he knew the truth behind it, the one time Kurt had been foolish enough to rip his stitches the old man had been gutsy enough to charge him double for the new stitches.

Kurt appeared next to spiderbolt in a cloud of black sulfurous smoke. "He's right, you should rest." Kurt said to his friend, offering an arm to help his friend back to bed, or at least to a chair.

"Jesus Christ, boy, you mind not not doing that in here? Lord knows what sort of cancers or other bad shit that smoke could cause." The doctor yelled as he lifted his shirt to cover his mouth and nose. "Plus it smells like ass."

Peter Queen/Spiderbolt

Spiderbolt shook his head at Kurt's offer. He didn't have time to rest. He needed to find Dark Goblin, before he attacked again. But... He couldn't face him again. Not by himself. He'd need help.
"I can't rest. Dark Goblin is out there somewhere, and as far as I know, he's already attacked somewhere else. I need to find him, and stop him. We need to stop him. If you're up for it..." he said, extending his arm out to Kurt, "Friend."

Kurt Halner
Kurt looked at Spiderbolt and nodded. "I'm always up for a good adventure, though mine aren't usually on your side of the law if you know what I mean." Kurt said and looked down at his clothes. He was still wearing the suit he had donned for the party at Queen Consolidated's NYC branch opening and it was ruined. He didn't care much about the condition of his suit, he was more concerned about the fact he was wearing one while they were going to be hunting a supervillain. He needed to change. "We can hunt the goblin down just as soon as we stop by my apartment, I need to change and pick up Maria before we go anywhere," Kurt said and checked to be sure his keys were in his pocket.

((Maria is his rapier, I didn't put it in his CS but she is his favorite possession and a weapon he is very skilled at using))

FERALISS / TYRIAN

As Hank beat himself unconscious, Tyrian seized the moment of distraction and slipped from her snout. He stood on the ground in front of her and called her name gently.

"Alissa, please, it's me. It's Tyrian."

Her attention snapped toward him, her eyes narrowing, but she didn't attack him. He reached toward her with a paw-hand held palm up, and she stared at it with distrust.

"Alissa. I need you to hear me. Please. I know how you feel. I've lost people I love. I've felt this way before... I want to help you."

Her eyes shifted away from him and back, but she stayed still.

"Let me help you, Alissa."

The dragon breathed in deeply, then as she sighed, she shapeshifted back into her human form. She stood still before Tyrian, hugging herself.

"It's okay. I'm here for you. You don't have to go through this alone."

Alissa collapsed, and Tyrian caught her. She gripped his chest fur and cried into him, and he knelt down and held her there protectively. He really wanted to help her, and he knew exactly how. He knew he would never let her face this alone, and he would help her control her emotions. He didn't want her to end up like him... He wouldn't let that happen.

"It's okay now. It's going to be okay. I promise."