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@The One

Okay, added the Location section and added to the power. I'm not quite sure what you had in mind regarding that, so if it seems overboard now, let me know and I'll dial it back.
Wow, I love the idea behind this. I'll try to have a CS done within the next couple hours.
Izzy's only reaction to the transformed Drake's question was a slight, unconvincing nod. She took an extra step forward, to be certain that she was the closest to The Immortal.

That was all she was good for; she just had to hope that once The Immortal broke free, he targeted her first to give David and Drake an extra moment to react. Her palms began to sweat as she imagined the pain she'd experience if her plan -- if it could even be called that -- went off as intended. She didn't want to go through that, but she didn't have any choice. She'd just hate herself more if others were killed.

Inevitably, The Immortal broke out. All Izzy had time to do was take another step forward -- before a freighter ran into her.

The girl was thrown back several dozen feet, head snapping forward. When the pain finally registered, she tried to scream, only to find herself completely winded. After a full second of air time, her heel caught the floor, sending her into a violent backwards tumble, limbs getting caught and twisted unnaturally. Mercifully, she eventually came to a stop in a crumpled heap, her cheek against the ground and her body stinging from friction burns.

She tried breathing, but that wasn't so easy with a collapsed chest and blood filling her mouth. This was the worse shape she had ever been in, while still being alive and conscious. Silent sobs wracked her body, as she looked to David and Drake with unfocused eyes. They both seemed okay, which was nice to know.

She had done her job, right? She could give up on this mission, now. She had to make the pain stop.

Izzy tried moving her right arm, but nothing happened. Deciding it must have been dislocated or something, she tried her left. Pain shot up it and into her spine, but she continued forcing it to move, reaching for her pistol, planning on shooting herself in the head.

Good... night...

Perhaps thankfully, her body gave up on her before she could. The effort and pain of moving, along with her inability to breathe, was enough to make her unconscious. Her last thought before she went under sent another wave of panic through her: if The Immortal succeeded and caused a nuclear explosion, would she wake up this time?

A few minutes after having that terrifying thought, Izzy died again.
Izzy couldn't do anything. She was useless.

At first, she had been shooting at The Immortal, to at least get his attention or something, but he gave absolutely no reaction. And why would he? Everyone else was throwing far more at him, and even that wasn't doing much. Drake, in his Chimera form, and Alex were incredibly offensively gifted, but... nothing was doing anything.

The girl really began to panic when she saw Specter leap onto The Immortal, only to be attacked by Revel.

Another mad dash by Specter, the end result of which was a grenade implanted into The Immortal's body. A faint hope fluttered in Izzy -- it was a smart idea, it'd make sense if his insides weren't as impenetrable as his skin. With the appearance of Ray, she thought that they all might have a chance.

But the grenade did nothing. And neither did all the bars that Ray teleported directly into The Immortal, despite being enhanced by Alex.

Finally, to crush any remaining hope the girl had, The Immortal decided to counter-attack, taking the life of Samantha before Izzy could even blink. The snap of the woman's neck echoed in Izzy's mind as the lifeless body hit the floor. She stared, wide-eyed, horrified and in disbelief.

Fra... gile...

If he could kill one of them so easily, what chance did they have?

Izzy kept her eyes locked on Samantha as Specter and David attempted to immobilize The Immortal. The shock slowly passed, being replaced by an unsettling numbness. Breaking her gaze, she clumsily forced her feet to move, towards David and The Immortal. She was no longer really thinking, as she was trying to disconnect herself from the situation -- she knew she couldn't and wasn't allowed to leave, no matter how desperately she wished. Instead, her body was just doing what she knew it was supposed to.

The stunned girl shuffled next to David wordlessly, keeping her dull eyes on The Immortal's trapped frame, ready to do whatever she could to protect the Elementalist if their enemy broke free -- a feat that would not surprise her in the slightest.

Drake's power was a little more complicated than Izzy's own, it seemed, but that made it fun to hear about. She nodded in understanding, and was about to ask why he had described it as 'broken,' but stopped when Cathryn introduced herself as the Pirate Queen. Izzy stared at the woman for a moment, certain she recognized her in some way.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the abrupt reappearance of the Director. He turned on a projector, showing footage of a meta-human.

As the Director spoke, Izzy stared at the footage, in muted shock. This man, The Immortal, had the power to be a proper super-hero, straight out of a comic book, and yet... he was doing this.

And she would have to fight him. Izzy had little experience in general, and even less when it came to meta-humans. The most she had ever gone up against were metas with C-list abilities.

Her heart-rate increased as she picked herself up out of her chair, a little unsteady at first. As she followed Michelle to the Armory, she kept reminding herself that she couldn't die, that she had nothing to fear. Over and over and over.

No... fear, the voice croaked out.

Izzy was unsure about what she should grab, considering how little she knew about The Immortal. A SIG Sauer P226 pistol was a decent idea, as it was the firearm she was most comfortable with. It likely wouldn't do much against her enemy, but she couldn't not take a gun. A combat knife she could take. Even if she didn't use it, it was light enough to justify.

And grenades. The only thing she thought might be able to damage the meta and that she felt she had enough training with to use. She threw on the smallest, thinnest combat vest she could find, and filled it's pockets with fragmentation, stun, and concussive grenades, along with a few extra clips for her pistol.

Jogging after the others of her new team, she focused on keeping herself as calm as possible. She regarded Ray with a nervous, but determined look, and nodded as firmly as she could manage, to tell him that she was ready.

A blink later, Izzy found herself in the plant, disorientated after the sudden, drastic change in surroundings. Eyes wide and teeth grinding, she took a second to ground herself, spotting the others of MetaOps who had already been teleported here. Her first instinct was to run towards them, as both Revel and Widowmaker appeared to know what they were doing.

Before she could act on that, however, she noticed the floating Immortal, who did not seem to care in the slightest that several meta-humans had just appeared to challenge him. A pink wall suddenly obstructed the course he was currently set on, created by Alex. He turned to the robe-clad man. The Immortal's words were cryptic and foreboding, but Izzy quickly disregarded it all after he finished on a threat directed towards Alex.

The tank conjured up by Alex took her by surprise, but at this point, she chose not to think about it too much. She had to do the only thing she could. Distract.

The girl fumbled with a pouch, pulling out a stun grenade and tossing away the pin. "Look away!" she yelled in the loudest voice she could muster while lobbing it at The Immortal's feet, the timing such that it would detonate a moment after Alex's cannon-shot hit.

Izzy turned and ran further away from the group, heart pounding in her ears, trying to split the enemy's attention. She hoped he'd go after her, the easy, lone target, giving everyone else a little more time to do... whatever they could do.
Izzy Winters - Freyja

Before Izzy had any time to wallow in her embarrassment, the boy named Drake leaned over and spoke to her. She blinked at him, relief spreading through her after a moment. She could do one-on-one conversations. Small groups were ideal, since she could stay quiet and just enjoy listening to others talk, but this was fine.

"Oh, um, that was a terrible way of describing it, I suppose," she said with a sheepish smile. "It's more like, any injury I get heals itself after a little bit. Even ones that kill me. And then I--"

Izzy stopped when she heard someone else speak up. Turning her head, she saw the woman named Samantha, who seemed very confident in herself, despite the brevity of her introduction. Izzy frowned a bit, wishing she could be more like that.

She looked back to Drake to finish her sentence. "And when fatal injuries are healed, I come back to life. So yeah, it is wrong to say I don't die. I've already died about a dozen times, I think." She gave a small laugh. "It's not very fun."

Her attention then turned to the next person to speak. The girl, Angelina, was noticeably the youngest of the group, and was the most... bubbly, to say the least. It was strange to see someone so excited, in this situation. If she could be so positive, more power to her. Izzy gave a small sigh, cursing her inability to do the same.

Next was a man, Cliff. It was nice to know that someone else didn't seem completely at ease speaking in front of a group. Though he spoke deliberately and didn't stutter, so his introduction went at least a little better than her own.

Deciding she wanted to find out more about Drake's power, she turned back to him. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but what's up with the ears?" she asked with a slight tilt of her head, looking at them. "I mean, I figure it has to do with your ability, but how does it work?"
Izzy Winters - Freyja

When Director Richards walked in, Izzy was slow to react. She had been sitting stiffly and staring at her hands on the table, trying not to draw too much attention from the intimidating group. When she finally realized he was there and began to stand at attention, he had already told them to be at ease. So without ever fully standing up, she sat back awkwardly in her chair, eyes down. She would never get used to this military stuff.

While she picked at her thumbnail, she listened intently to the Director and Ray. Her nervousness only grew as she began to understand that the stakes for the assignment were far higher than the other few she had been a part of.

After a man named David introduced himself to the whole group as Ray had done, she realized that they would all be expected to do so. Simply speaking in front of a group made her uncomfortable, and this was in front of meta-human military personnel.

Swallowing hard, Izzy began reciting what she'd say in her mind as she gave her attention to the others introducing themselves. Alexander and Revel were dressed... strangely. They seemed nice enough, though, as did David. Revel's words, directed at a scary-looking woman named Michelle, hinted that he had some sort of foresight power. Realizing this, Izzy perked up and relaxed ever-so-slightly in her seat. According to the Director, everyone here had some sort of ability. Izzy wanted to know exactly what they all could do, but so far, only Revel had said anything to hint at his power.

Michelle's introduction was the most surprising to Izzy. The woman had no power, but had been assigned to this group? That was... terrifying, honestly. She was like the opposite of Izzy; she was here because of her experience and skill, instead of some super-natural power that was given to her.

Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, Izzy looked to the boy who stood up next. His codename was Chimera, and judging by his ears, he had some sort of shape-shifting ability. The girl decided she'd outright state her power in her introduction, hoping that would encourage others to do the same so she wouldn't have to guess.

Going over her lines one more time, Izzy took a deep breath and stood up.

"H-hello, I'm Izzy..." She paused, blanking for a brief moment. Feeling a tinge of red spread across her face, she kept her eyes locked on the center of the table as she continued. "Izzy Winters. My codename is Freyja. And I... um... don't die, I g-guess." Wow she was blowing this, and with all of these people staring at her. Pathetic. She picked at the cuff of her long-sleeved shirt. "It's nice to meet you all, and I look forward to working with all of you..."

With a burning face and a small nod, she sat down quickly, biting her lip. She desperately needed to get more comfortable with speaking in front of a group. Her hope of making a decent first impression was now shot to hell, but she told herself it didn't really matter. She'd just be back in the same place she had been with her last group.
Awesome, now I can go sleep.

@Ciphra
Yeah, that picture fit the image I had in my head perfectly. Just wish I could have found a higher quality version, but it'll do.
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