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City of Treaft! (Semi-Private)

Agent watched as the intense heat coming from Flame, the woman, melted Reaper's bullets. If Reaper couldn't reach the woman, how would Agent? There wasn't much time to think. Flame pressed her hands forward once more, sending waves of fire to the group. Agent rolled to the side, away from the fire. She noticed the bodies of guards still splayed on the floor. They didn't seem to be wearing any kind of fireproof gear. Flame seemed to have no regard for their wellbeing. This didn't sit well with Agent.

Agent searched for the men and eventually found two slumped together on the floor. It was hard to tell if they were dead from Reaper's bullets or knocked out from her fists, but she knew she had to do something. Agent stood and sprinted across Flame's range. More fire spewed from the woman's hand as Agent managed to scoop up the two men over her shoulders.

"Trying to be the heroes?" Flame cackled, sending more flames and fire. Too busy chasing Agent's trail, Flame forgot about Reaper and Sound EFX. She assumed both men were armed with guns and would therefore be useless in stopping her. Flame laughed aloud at the thought.

Agent managed to get the men behind a pillar across from Solomon's cover, but part of her suit had burned. She cursed at herself, knowing it would cost her money she didn't have to repair the bullet-resistant suit. She looked down to the men she had put behind cover and checked their pulses. It was hard to tell through her gloves, but she concluded they were both alive.

"Where did you all hide?" Flame called. "Oh, I know, let's play a little game!" The woman clapped her hands together in a small explosion of flames. She slowly placed her hand over her eyes and pointed. "Eenie, meenie..." her hand slowly went from pillar to pillar until her aim finally rested on the one Solomon chose to hide behind. Without opening her eyes, fire blasted to the pillar, melting it down. Even from about thirty feet away Agent could barely handle the heat.

City of Treaft! (Semi-Private)

Sorry for the not-so-great post guys! I rushed it a bit. Don't worry I'll definitely make the next one way better!

City of Treaft! (Semi-Private)

Agent's brow furrowed a bit at Reaper's nitpicking of her words. She didn't mean "us" as in him and her, she meant us as in... well, the good guys. She was glad part of her cheeks were covered by her domino styled black mask because if they weren't, anyone would easily be able to see she was blushing from embarrassment. At least he didn't seem too upset, even if he might have been offended by Agent's novice mistake.

"You've seen us before?" Agent asked, gently placing the man down on the floor. She supposed it didn't seem too outlandish to see her on the television, but what about Reaper? "Wait, you've been following us?"

But that was nowhere near the end of their troubles, as Solomon pointed out. Many of the men robbing the bank noticed the fight, whether it be because of Solomon's scream, the gunshots, or the grenades. Several of them were shouting at the woman in the orange jumpsuit. She turned around, momentarily ceasing her flame barrage on the vault door. She shouted to them, indistinguishable to Agent and Reaper, "Keep taking all you can! I'll take care of these idiots." The robbers nodded and continued to fill their bags with money.

"You two!" she shouted to two much more heavily armored than the previous guards, "Guard the front door and make sure none of them get past. Go through the back exit so they won't see you."

The guards, who looked much more like steroid-filled juggernauts, nodded and made their way to the back, ready to get out. The flame woman chuckled and looked back at the vigilantes in front. For the most part, she was hidden by the cracked door leading to the vault room. The woman shook her head. This was going to be much too easy. One had no powers, the other had no ranged attacks, and the last could only yell at her. Was she supposed to be afraid?

The woman walked out of the vault room and headed to the front where the three were. "Well," she said, holding her hands up mockingly, "I'm ready for you to take me away." She let a sly smirk form on her lips. If anyone were to make any sort of movement to her, flames would fly out of her palms immediately.

City of Treaft! (Semi-Private)

Agent watched as bullets flew out of the clouds of smoke and into the open, not really hitting anyone. Now the fire from the guards moved from Agent to Reaper's area and while she felt relieved, she was also terrified. Why didn't she wear any kind of armor? Why didn't she bring more ranged weapons? Even if she didn't use real guns, couldn't she have brought a BB gun or a taser? Realizing it was much too late too change anything, she popped from cover in time to watch Reaper's fist fight. She wanted to hop in, but her eyes were busy searching for the last gunman.

Finally, she found the gunman who readied himself to shoot Reaper in the back. Coward! she screamed internally, readying herself to launch into the gunman and take him down. Just as she was about to jump, a shout burst through the air. Agent stumbled and covered her left ear. She quickly looked around, almost afraid of the loud and powerful shout that knocked down the guard. Her ear was recovering sound when she caught the disappearing figure of whoever had screamed. She couldn't conclude why they would be hiding, unless they were part of some rival gang and did not want to be spotted. Agent sped behind the column and grabbed the man by his sweater, angered and confused. "Who's side are you on?" she asked, voice betraying some of her fears. Hey, it sounded good in the movies, so why did it sound so awkward when she said it?

She cleared her throat and repeated herself, voice now stronger, "Let me make it simple- you're with us or them." All of the assault guards were taken down, but there were still about thirty men robbing the bank, armed with pistols and possibly worse. Then after they took them out they would have to fight a woman who shot fire out of her hands! Agent had no time to put her life and Reaper's in anymore danger than they already were. If this man was going to help them, she could apologize later. If he wasn't going to help, she wouldn't leave any room to be sorry later.

City of Treaft! (Semi-Private)

@King Tai @Crossfire

Agent was facing away from the door, so she was not able to see who threw the flashbang. In all honesty, she initially thought it was a frag grenade, considering her lack of experience with army-like weapons. So, when the flashbang went off, Agent was temporarily blinded. The young heroine dove to the side, hoping she didn't crack her skull on a desk.

When she finally regained her sight, she was greeted by seeing Reaper massacre one of the assault rifle carriers. Although she had witnessed him shoot people with pistols not so long ago, this was... different. This man was mutilated and Agent had no idea how to feel. Sure, Reaper was stopping the bank robbers, but whose side was he truly on? She considered the flashbang, realizing without Reaper's intervention, she might have been easy target practice. Then again, the exposed chest bleeding out on the floor told her a different story.

Agent pushed these thoughts aside for a moment, seeing all fire shift to Reaper. It appeared as though he might have been wounded, but she couldn't be sure. All she knew was the heavy fire was focused on Reaper, and if she didn't do something soon he would be done.

Thinking as quickly as possible, Agent got up from her crouched position and lifted the wooden desk she used as cover. Most guards did not notice, too preoccupied by shooting at Reaper, but some turned to check, stopping their fire. Agent could easily pick up the desk, but throwing it would be another thing. She launched it at a group of three guards, knocking them down and crushing some of their limbs.

Now the fire shifted from Reaper to her. Agent again dove being a new desk, wishing she had more ranged attacks than throwing a desk. She couldn't check to see how many guards were left, but guessed about five. "Be quicker!" she cursed at herself, lighting another smoke bomb and throwing it towards the area between Reaper and his attackers. She hoped the screen would buy him enough time to regain grounds in the fight.

Adolescent Heroes (Teen Titans Inspired)

Ally "Agent" Estrada

After dealing a couple of blows, the little girls suddenly stopped. All of the kids stopped. They looked to whichever child yelled out the command and ran back into the forest. Now's our chance! Ally thought, looking up as the kids retreated. They could just follow the group and stop whoever, or whatever, was possessing these children. Ally shifted back into her flesh form, feeling slightly tired from the few minutes in titanium form, and popped up onto her feet.

Just as she was about to chase the children into the forest, she stopped herself. What would she do without her allies? Allow little kids to jump her and possibly possess her as well? As the last of the kids fell back into the forest, Ally was called by Kurt.

She quickly turned around to see a dazed child in the hands of Kurt. He didn't look too good, not by any measures, yet he still managed to snag one of the little kids and give them a possible lead. "Awesome!" she said, although the whole situation was still a bit odd. She made her way to Kurt and asked, "How do we make him talk?" She couldn't see it being easy getting this kid to reveal any information or secrets and yet she was not willing to perform any kind of torture, possessed child or not.

City of Treaft! (Semi-Private)

20-30 minutes for me is obviously equal to two hours. XD

@King Tai

Awesome! Hope you had a nice Thanksgiving then! I'm over here in Cali, so that's kind of where my mind is in this thread. I pretty much imagine it as a downtown L.A./ New York type of environment.

City of Treaft! (Semi-Private)

Agent couldn't think of any way to get into the bank undetected, so she figured the best way for her to enter would be right through the disfigured front door. Several men stood by the door, guarding it with assault rifles. Agent dropped from the roof and onto the metal overhead, making a soft clicking sound on the roof as she landed. She froze, eyes wide with fear. The heroes in the comics wore heels and it never caused them problems. Why did it mess with her?

Mumbling from the men arose as they looked up at the awning. Agent quickly scrambled for her belt just like she had practiced a million times. She pulled out a colored smoke bomb her family always bought to celebrate Independence Day. They were easily available in bulk, especially on the internet. As her career hadn't really started yet, she didn't have much money to spend on her life as a vigilante, so she settled for cheap fireworks. Agent pulled out a purple smoke bomb and pulled out a "strike anywhere" match. Quickly she ran the head of the match along the rough wall of the bank, lighting it. She placed the flame against the fuse, praying it would not be a dud.

As the men began to step outside, turning their heads towards the awning, Agent tossed the firework through the doorway. The men pointed their guns at it as smoke poured out of the sphere and quickly filled the entrance. Agent grabbed the edge of the awning and swung into the scene. She used her momentum kick the closet man, knocking him flat on his back.

Agent's heart raced faster than it ever had before. She was surrounded by criminals with semi-automatic rifles with no protection but about five thin sheets of Kevlar sewn into her suit. Not only that, but she still had no idea how resistant her skin would be from bullets. The men turned to her direction, their guns following. Agent lept forward, sending her fist smashing right into the solar plexus of the man. Her blow was slightly cushioned by the thick bullet-proof vest under his black shirt. Nevertheless, the force of her blow was too much for the man who crumbled to the floor in agony. She continued her forward assault, sending her elbow up into her next target's jaw. He fell beside his partner. Agent aimed a kick at the next criminal but felt the cold metal of a gun across her throat. The man behind her applied more pressure to her neck, trying his best to choke her. Her heart nearly stopped as it became hard to swallow. Another criminal appeared from the smoke and slammed his own fist into her ribs. It stung, but her reaction must not have been what he expected. He hit her again, putting more force, but it didn't hurt much. He then sent a flurry of punches to her body, angered by her apparent invincibility. Agent began to struggle to breathe as the pressure front the gun mounted. She grabbed the gunman's hands and squeezed as hard as she could. Popping sounded off in her ears as he screamed in pain. The gun fell to the floor. The man punching her seemed to ignore his partner's screams as he continued his furious assault. Agent decided she had enough of him and slammed her head against his. He dropped to the ground, a bump quickly forming on his forehead. The smoke began to clear and Agent peered inside.

The woman in the orange walked behind the counters, most likely looking for the big vault. Many of her thugs stuffed money into bags behind the thick bullet-proof glass. Most of them weren't armed with assault rifles like the guards, but had pistol holsters strapped to their hips. The ten or so guards scattered throughout the bank were turned to the door, guns aimed straight for the clearing smoke, fingers on the triggers.

City of Treaft! (Semi-Private)

@King Tai @Crossfire

I'm about to get my reply. It'll take 20-30 minutes to get up. Sorry about the lag, it's been Thanksgiving break here in the States (not sure where you're from King XD), so I've been a bit busy, sorry. Hope you guys have been having a good week!

Adolescent Heroes (Teen Titans Inspired)

Ally "Agent" Estrada

Ally listened to the solid strike of the elbow against her shoulder over and over. She held tightly in the ball, not sure how to handle these young children. Would attacking them hurt them? And if so, how much? Ally caught the glimmer of red on the girl's elbow and now on Ally's shoulder as the possessed girl screamed. "Look, you won't hurt me, so you guys can... Knock it off or something!" Ally shouted back to the little girls.

Her reasoning, of course, seemed to have no effect. Instead, the group of little girls decided to try and push her over. In Ally's metallic form, she was much heavier than her flesh form. At first, she doubted she could be pushed down- they were just little girls! Then she remembered that they weren't ordinary girls. As Ally felt herself getting pushed over, she planted her left hand in the ground. With her right, the side being pressed on by the girls, hand, she created a fist and hesitantly slammed it across the girl with the bleeding elbow's face. Naturally, her hesitationed lessened some of the power from the blow, but she hoped it would be strong enough to make a point. Ally figured if she could hurt their little group leader, they would stop their assault and she could help the others.