Emmanuel nods at the other man's words and chuckled, though its far from genuine. Its the kind of chuckle you give when you hear your tire just went flat for the fifth time this week. The 'oh. Great.' Kind of chuckle.“Hairy is probably just a little bit of an understatement. Its definitely not gonna be a walk in the park. I thought it'd be a good time to go ahead and introduce myself encase you had any advice on usage efficiency. Its not that I don't have a handle on them, its that I have way too much power to use at once. When I do, my muscles start to literally tear themselves apart. I can go full power for about five minutes. It turns me into a literal lightning bruiser, but if I stay in it as long as possible, I can barely move till my shit repairs itself. Course, we probably have different fighting styles, so we could probably teach each other some new tricks using electricity. If it's okay with you sir, I'll take your advice of sticking to a vet and just hang by you once we're both in the middle of combat.”
Turning towarsd the VTOLs before take off he hears “If you can get there faster, than do so!”
He looks at Hi Voltage and nods “Well, that seems to be my cue. I have no idea how fast you can go, so if you can keep up, fantastic! If not, come find me on the battlefield once you get there, cause I know you know how to find me, sir. If nothing else, we won't have to worry about friendly fire from each other.. And if you need a charge during battle, let me know. I've got enough power for the whole of New York City, and I mean that quite literally.” That's not an overstatement either. Emmanuel possesses enough of a kick to power the entire city of New York for a solid 24 hours. That's where the problem lies with efficiency. Hi Voltage probably has troubles with this, but full power will do more harm than good to Emmanuel. That's way too much juice for even his supernaturally altered body to take.
With a raise of his hands, Emmanuel's scars being to crackle and light up, his eye's turning golden and sharp, his holy lightning filling his body to suitable levels. He doesn't need even close to full power to hit Mach One, but it's hard to push past that without a little extra help from the Halo. He doesn't even need electricity to run that fast either, his muscles are already boosted to speedster levels, but it puts on a good show, and the electrical current, like the one suddenly forming in front of him, helps to not have wind rip his face off.
Crouching in typical runner's position, Emmanuel aligns himself with the open gates of the hangar. Really good thing those ARE open, cause other wise he'd have to make a brand new hole in them. Pushing off, lighting courses through his legs into the ground, allowing him to get going with an immediate sonic boom as he hits Mach One. Again, that's what the electric barrier is for. Otherwise he'd have no face. Leaving Hi Voltage behind, maybe, he doesn't know if he's following or now, Emmanuel resolves to live up to that statement of meeting him back on the battlefield. He's confident in not dying, but he needs all the help he can get, and a vet will be very, very good to have. Plus Hi Voltage seems like a cool dude. Got a nice bit of zapping potential in him, the air really buzzed between them. Emmanuel grimaces. Again with the shitty prom night pickup line sounding statements.
The air rushes around him, the Flashbolt coursing down the street. Whoops, there goes a trashcan. My bad, but we've got bigger fish to stir fry. Pounding his legs right as he arrives outside of the prison walls, running to the other side to avoid potential super high level baddies, he crouches and pulls a super high jump, right over the prison walls. He lands on one poor bastard of a villain, stomping him into the ground and electrocuting him with the excess discharge.
After that though, he notices that he feels kind of funny. Like, two days after eating too much Taco Bell kind of funny. Hmm, that's really not good. Oh well, gotta make do with what we've got. Locking onto a couple of baddies attacking a poor couple of guards, he leaps at them. In midair, two thick, pulsating chains of electricity shoot out of his shoulders and wrap around the Legion members. “Hey boys! Looking to have a little bit of fun!? Well STOP IT.” Landing on the ground in front of the guards, the chains slam the metahumans into the ground while shocking them, their bodies bouncing a couple of feet. “You're lucky I feel a bit weaker than normal. Now you should only be out for a couple hours instead of days! Now, does anyone with a name actually feel like stepping up!?” Emmanuel knows how this goes down. People who introduce themselves by name are stronger, and if you take out the named baddies, the other ones just kind of collapse somehow? That's what he learned playing Dynasty Warriors anyway.
Khold blanches at the sound of the sirens. Red alert already? Oh man, this isn't shaping up to be pretty. A prison break? Oh gods, even worse.
"Khold! This is perfect time for you to prove your metal! Get in there and kick some ass!" Stribog is very vocal when he needs to be, which when it comes to actually getting into fights, oh boy, he needs to be. "Yes, yes I KNOW Stribog! Cut me some slack! Im not going to avoid a situation where people are actually in danger!"
"Ah, yes. Good job Kholodny. I'm very proud." Kholodny shakes his head after this short mental conversation. “Thanks Stribog. Really appreciate it.”
Watching everyone else around him, Kholodny really has no choice but to go with them. Looking at Doppler, he motions to come on. “Alright man, lets go. I think I'm as hella nervous as you, but we've got to make ourselves useful somehow, right?” He then turns back and starts walking forward, an icy breeze beginning to follow him. His eyes begin to glow a piercing blue. Oh man, Stribog's starting to take over. Its the best solution to his nerves problem. Stribog is braver than a Grizzly bear on Cocaine after being stabbed in the heart with adrenaline. He honestly dislikes having to merge more with Khold in order to make him braver, but he does what he has to do to keep his Scion safe and in fighting condition. Plus, he thinks that the more he does it, the more of his courage will rub off onto Kholodny.
Entering the craft, Khold takes a seat, the chair icing over underneath him. That's not too bad. Thankfully he's built up at least enough control over the years to not turn everything he touches into solid ice. That's the kind of temperatures Kholodny Zima deals with. He's calls himself the Russian Freeze for a reason. At temperatures as low as his, things don't just get icy, they turn into ice. Everything. Air, trees, rocks, steel. It all turns to ice under his power. That's why its so hard to keep control, and its tiring to use for long periods of time. Its potent man, gotta keep that shit under wraps when its not in use.
The flight over is uneventful enough for Khold. He could have flown, but this is probably easier, safer, and it saves power for him, which is always important, he needs every drop he can get. Once over the prison, Khold takes a deep breath and opens up one of the doors. He prepares himself, and jumps right out of the thing. Using his/Stribog's might, he forms a massive icicle, then rides it down out of the sky like icy death. Smashing into the ground, he knocks about more than a couple of baddies, now frozen solid and sliding across the floor, then touches down and catches his breath. "Ohhh okay. This is feeling very unpleasant. Stribog, this is like what, half capacity? That's not good. Okay, time to start planning for big blasts." A cone of ice begins to form on his left hand and arm, taking a barrel shape. If you've ever seen Megaman X's X Buster, just imagine that, but with ice. An intake valve on his shoulder begins drawing in air, slowly at first, and picking up speed, compressing huge amounts of air down into the gun.
With his coup de grace beginning it's formation, Kholodny runs around, kicking people in the head as well as he can. Which is to say, pretty well. Just because one of his arms is frozen, doesn't mean he can't move fast. Obviously his wind manipulation abilities are down, but he's still able to jump more than high and fast enough to connect with people's heads. Its a good thing everything's so chaotic as to not have too much focus on himself yet. He doesn't know what all these inmates can do.