Emmanuel throws his hands in the air as he watches a slew of inmates approach him, all of the carrying knives and guns, not one of the carrying a name tag. “You all have got to be kidding me! You haven't even got a name tag! Don't you know how stuff like this goes down? You've got the main character, played by me, and then a bunch of random bastards, played by you. Its not even a contest at this point!” He grins nonetheless, and takes point before thinking of something. “Ah, you know. I should probably try to conserve as much juice as I can. This dampening field doesn't affect my total reserves, it feels like, but it does make it harder to use as much as Im used to. Which,” Emmanuel dodges a knife that was headed for his kidney and does a two fingered jab at the prisoner's heart, shocking him and dropping him. “WHICH, considering I have trouble being efficient as it is, is a little bit of a problem.”
Emmanuel slips his hands into his back pockets, and brings out his trusty weapon, the Electric Halo, a set of eight tiny chakrams, all perfectly designed for hands free usage in conjunction with his electric field. He's good enough at hand to hand to use them with no extra power usage though. As such, he's only brought out two of them. Any more at a time in his hands and he's liable to cut off his own damn fingers. “Okay boys, I warn you. These things are sharp, and I'm fast.” An inmate lunges at him, again with a knife. Emmanuel sweep to the left and slices across the inmates knees at the back of his legs. The inmate goes down screaming. “So if you get reckless, that'll happen to you. He may or may not walk again. I couldn't care less.” Emmanuel's face gets hard as stone.
Emmanuel fights with a very particular philosophy. He knows, one hundred percent, that he is the good guy in any given situation. He never acts without thinking things through, and always follows the path of true justice, no matter what the law says. That said, when he fights against bad guys, he does everything he can to crush them, because he knows if he loses, they'll get out and hurt people, and it will be all his fault. To this day, as hurt as he's ever gotten in a fight, he's never been as hurt as the other guy.
The large group of inmates surrounding him falter, the ones with the knives backing up slightly, the ones with the guns beginning to fire at him wildly. Dumbasses. There are inmates behind him too, and a couple of sharp yells and thumps confirm that friendly fire is indeed active. “I told you.” Emmanuel begins to move quickly. Not as quickly as he can, but quick enough to have a hard time keeping track of him. “I'm too fast for you guys.” With his heightened reflexes, he can move when he sees fingers move, getting out of the way of bullets before they even leave the barrel. He dodges about 99 percent of the bullets this way, though the sheer magnitude means a couple of them scrape his arms and legs, searing pain running through them. Emmanuel grimaces and launches himself at the group, too fast for normal humans to react, slashing wildly through the crowd, specifically targeting the insides of elbows and knees. That way, they go down, but he minimizes loss of life. He crushes his foes, but he tries to avoid deaths when possible. He's never purposely killed someone.
So, slashing away, with a flurry of kicks here and there to the head, Emmanuel takes care of the group in what he assumes is record time. “Alright, lets check the damage.” His face covered in sweat, not using his electric powers was a lot more work, though he is less tired than he would be for it, especially with that dampening field. Emmnanuel grimaces as he does damage assessment. A couple of bullets grazing his arms and legs, leaving minor gashes. Good aim on them though. With normal speed, he could have dodged them just fine, but with the dampening plus holding back, they managed to at least hit him. If he had been a normal human, he'd be swiss cheese right about now. He also finds a couple of knife slashes along his forearms, probably from wild swinging as some inmates were going down and he wasn't paying attention. “Man, this shitty power dampener is really cramping my style!” He says as he wipes up the blood coming from the wounds. “And this is where my EMT training comes in handy.” Slipping the Halo back into his pocket, he pulls a roll of gauze bandage out from yet another pocket. This man loves all his pocket room. Wrapping and dressing his wounds, Emmanuel is good to go once more.
Emmanuel begins to walk farther into the prison, really slowing down and taking it carefully. He honestly has no idea where anything in here is. He does know one thing is. There's power in here, and a lot of it. He knows what that's from too. During the battle with the prisoner's, Emmanuel saw Hi Voltage tangling with a man with extra metal arms. Not much of a tangle though. Volt blasted the dude, go figure, having giant lightning rods on your arms makes you a bad target for an electricity user, and the dude went down easy enough. As he begins to creep through the prison to Volt's position, Emmanuel makes a mental note to ask him how to do the lightning thing. The chains are super cool and he loves them, he gets plenty of use out of them, but there's nothing quite like the intimidation factor of shooting giant lightning bolts out of your hands.
Emmanuel makes his way deeper and deeper into the prison, Hi Voltage's energy signature getting more and more powerful. “Alright, now to make sure the two of us get out of here in one piece. He told me to stick by a vet, and I know how to reliably find him. Any other time, this would be creepy as hell.”