"Don't start up with who's owing who what. Be here all night with that." Will protested with a laugh, shaking his head as he tried to dismiss Quin's thanks. "Besides, I could come up empty handed just as easy." Will would have continued trying to fight off Quin's thanks, fighting a losing battle, but the whole thing was interrupted as it looked like they were starting to be seen to. Quin even give him a little nod to tell him to go first. Will was both savvy enough to realize Quin wasn't about to take no for an answer on that one, and sore enough he didn't feel like arguing anyway.

Will gave his name, answered some questions about the who, what, where. What hurt, anything they should know... A minute or two of rapid-fire questions later and he was pushing himself out of his seat, leaving the mostly empty water bottle where he'd been. Oof. Now that he'd been sitting for so long he realized how much he'd put his legs through today. Hopefully he wasn't running his lungs out the third time he met up with Quin, or he was going to have to seriously start questioning things. "Hang tight, I'm sure you'll be up soon." Will gave Quin a little smile and a wave as he followed the medical professional. Will wasn't going to worry too much about the title or designation, so long as they knew how to put his arm back together. 

Will was led through the staging area, weaving through people and equipment laid out in a what looked to him like chaos, but seemed to have some kind of order or pattern that he couldn't discern. Will thought at first he'd be led to the hospital proper, but was instead brought to another tent. Made some amount of sense -- the hospital proper was probably full to overflowing, and they'd be taking the critical patients there and would need every room and scrap of space they could get. Will allowed the... medic? Medic sounded appropriately emergency response. Will allowed the medic to take a pair of scissors to his t-shirt with only a small frown of disappointment. Not like there'd been any saving it, and this would help make sure the wound didn't have a filthy shirt sleeve rubbing against it.

Will had been prepared for poking, prodding, stitches, the whole works. What he hadn't counted on was needing the wound to be cleaned. The mutant let out a few colourful curses, less under his breath than he would have liked, biting the inside of his cheeks to try to keep himself from swearing at the medic directly, and to try to ignore the nausea rising in his stomach at the flash of pain. Luckily, flushing out the wound and disinfecting it was by far the worst part. Cleaning the area around it was gentle in comparison. The cut wasn't -too- deep, and time was of the essence for the medical staff, so rather than getting stitched up, the medic applied some kind of medical adhesive, basically gluing the cut shut. Will knew the medic was making small talk with him through the whole thing, but the whole thing passed in a blur.

By the time Will's head had cleared and his stomach stopped trying to crawl up his throat, the medic was wrapping up the mutant's arm with sterile gauze and some medical tape. To keep it clean, keep pressure on the adhesive to help it hold and to act as a bandage if the cut re-opened, the medic explained. That, a pat on the back and a few over-the-counter painkillers were what Will got before he was pointed back in the direction he'd come from, once it was determined he'd be able to make it under his own power. 

Between the chaos of the staging area and the distraction of the treatment, he wasn't sure if it was 5 minutes or 50 by the time he'd stuck his head back into the tent he'd come from where he'd left Quin. Catching her with her eyes closed, he waited a few seconds, listening to hear her breathing calmly and regularly... she was either asleep or a phenomenal actress. Stepping as quietly as his sore legs would allow, he slipped back to his own chair, trying to give her a chance to rest.

Maybe it would be her turn soon, maybe it wouldn’t. Quin honestly didn’t think she needed to be seen beyond what had already transpired. Sure she had some scrapes and bruises, and her ribs were probably going to be sore for a few days…

She hadn’t gotten stabbed or sliced though.

She just needed a little rest.

It had been so easy to just lean back in the chair and close her eyes. The sounds in the tent weren’t necessarily what could be considered serene or comforting, but they were safe sounds. People were being helped, people were doing better than they had been. Soon, Quin had dozed off, completely oblivious to what was going on around her.

Until someone sat down next to her. Keeping her eyes shut, but assuming that nobody would sit this close to a stranger, Quin cracked a smile, ”They get you all fixed up?” she asked before opening her eyes and turning her head to the side to see a stark white bandage covering the wound on Will’s arm. ”Did they sing the praises of your field medic? Will you have the super cool scar?” she asked.

That said, Quin paused for a minute, ”Also, it’s nice to meet you properly Will Christensen.”

"Sang a certain kind praises for sure when he was patching me up." Will smirked, his arm feeling both better and worse for the treatment. It certainly hurt more, after being wash and prodded and squeezed, but in an oddly reassuring way, like poking at a bruise. More than that though, the itchy, skin crawling feeling of the little bits of dust and rock being -inside- it was gone... Now he just had to keep his mind off the -other- bits of ceramic and rock he could feel in his back. "Won't repeat 'em in polite company though."

As Quin addressed him by his full name, or at least his first and last, he rolled his eyes as he worked open his water bottle with one hand. "Yeah, yeah... Guess I don't have you at a disadvantage anymore, do I, Quin Archer?" Will shot back before he popped the provided pair of painkillers into his mouth, washing the pills down with the last mouthful of water in his bottle. He screwed the cap back on tapping the empty bottle idly against his knee as he let out the rest of his breath in a sigh. "Sorry to interrupt your nap there." Will said gently, joking, but only just. It was pretty tempting to try and curl up on the floor of the tent at this point and crash, regardless of the time of day. Amazing how exhausting a day could be when it involved running for your life.

"What's the protocol on something like this? Does city wide emergency law come up on your syllabus?" Will asked, trying to approach the situation with a bit of a light-hearted tone. "How long do you figure we'll be stuck here..?" Will genuinely didn't know. Even if the situation outside the staging area had been brought under control, (and he really hoped that it had), was there follow up with them? Would they want to question them? Or was that going to be something handled later, getting a call in a few days time to come down to some police station to give his story? He'd given a bunch of information coming in.. maybe that was what it was? 

"Ah jeez..." Will suddenly grumbled, as a thought crossed his mind. "This is gonna be all over the news... My folks are gonna be freaking out." 

Quin laughed with a sympathetic little shake of her head when Will pointed out that he’d sung a sort of praise when they’d fixed up his arm. It really did look better though. The new bandage was clean and white and Will was taking some pain killers as they spoke.

”Well, I’m slightly less than polite on a good day.” Quin said, so you don’t have to worry about upsetting me. it was true, Quin had a tendency to be rather blunt and straightforward. A lot of the law school people and professors didn’t love that about her. Subtlety was not an art at which the redhead excelled and it was apparently something of a requirement for a lot of lawyers.

”I already changed the contact in my phone.” Quin confirmed, ”And yep. That’s my name, my whole name, and nothing but my name…” she quipped glibly as Will admitted his loss of advantage and used what he knew of her name. In fact, if Quin had her way, it was all he’d ever know.

Waving her hand dismissively when Will apologized for interrupting her nap Quin sighed a bit, ”I think I’m about as low on the triage list as a stubbed toe.” she said, then shrugged, ”I’m not all that bad off though, so it makes sense.” .

Did she know anything about emergency management? Quin shook her head, looking back out towards the city, ”Surely things are going to calm down eventually…then we should be able to get home.” Quin did some mental math, she was real far. If cab service didn’t get restored, it was going to be a long night.

Will had a thought and Quin looked over at him with raised eyebrows as he explained what was up, ”Oh, they’re in the city? Mine are in Chicago…hopefully everything is good there. They don’t watch the news so they won’t know anything is up until I tell them. Maybe you should call?”

Will scoffed good-naturedly as Quin told him she'd already changed the contact in her phone as they bantered back and forth about their names, of all things. Worst still, she had his -full- first name. But at least she'd been decent enough not to use it. She had -better- not have him in there as William. "Yeah, yeah, I'm sure." Will grumbled through a grin and a barely restrained chuckle, grateful to be back in a seat where he wasn't getting his arm jabbed at, and back around a familiar face... even if it was a bit odd thinking of Quin as 'familiar' considering the time they'd spent together. Seems chaos was a good bonding exercise. 

Will nodded in agreement and understanding as Quin answered a few of his questions and provided a bit more information. That she thought she was pretty much rock bottom on the triage list - no nasty cuts or anything that seemed life threatening after all. That she didn't have much additional input on protocol on this sort of thing, though she suspected things would calm sooner or later. That they'd be able to get home after that -- Jeez, a walk through the city after this was going to be nerve wracking. 

Quin commented on her parents living outside the city, in Chicago -- hopefully having a much less eventful day than New York City was having. She suggested that he should call his folks and Will made a bit of a face, the sort where you've been advice you know is good but that you didn't really want to follow. "Yeah... Probably."  Will sighed, patting his pockets to figure out where he'd put his phone.  "Dad'll be at work, and short of the entire building crumbing to splinters around him, he won't be budged, but I can try to call my Mom."  Will dug his phone out from his left-hand pocket, half expecting the thing to be impaled with a spike of rock, but by some miracle was relatively unscathed. Though may have been sporting a new scratch or two along the metal back of the device.

Will scrolled through his contacts, selecting one labeled "Mom Cell" and called, turning half away from Quin as he raised the phone to his ear and hear it ring. And ring. And ring. Voicemail. It wasn't unusual for him to get voicemail trying to call his parents, especially this time of day, but considering the events of the day, Will couldn't help but feel a little needle of anxiety stab into him. He waited for the automated (seriously, she still hadn't changed that?) voicemail message to finish and spoke up. "Hey, it's Will. You'll probably see some crazy stuff in the news, but I'm safe. Gimme a text or call when you get this. Love you." With that, he ended the call, turning back to Quin and giving a little shrug and a small smile. "She's part of like half a dozen clubs and volunteer groups. Probably has her-" Will's phone buzzed in his hand as he was speaking, a text coming in from the number he'd just called -- an automated response, "I have Don't Disturb on. I'll call you when I can".

"Yeah. Like I thought. Probably has her hands full." Will said, feeling better after that, now only dreading the follow up call once his parents saw that the place he worked was right near where some of this was happening. He did have to wonder how far spread all this was, though. 

The day had not gone well to say the least. It was as if an army had been mobilized against the city. An army mobilized by Akh. Ranger flexed his fingers on the wheel of the Fordasaurus as he drove. The Radios chirped away with aviation, police chatter, CBs, and various Federal channels.

Villains were popping up all across the city. Including one who was casually strolling near Columbia University. He had been promised all the fun he could handle, a city too overtaxed to stop him.

Knightstick had been having a day of it. He had smashed into a bank, always wanted to do that. He thought about kickin’ dogs, but he wasn’t a monster. He had just crashed a supercar into the university and was strolling away from its burning wreckage. Nothing like walking away from a $500,000 car he’d been the last person to ever drive.

A trail of wreckage was left by Knightstick as he made his way to the hospital. When your favorite movie as a child has a scene of a man dressed as a nurse walking away from a hospital and blowing it up… You had to recreate it. He would be LiveLeak famous.

Annoyingly, there was a police presence at the hospital. A tent city had been erected and it seemed to be used as a triage center. Well, if at first you encounter cops… Bludgeon your way into the hospital.

It’ll catch on.

Knightstick ran his hand over the hood of a car and metal crawled up his arm and soon he was wearing a gauntlet and holding a metal bat. Police were yelling commands and pointing guns but Knightstick just laughed and twirled the bat.

The bat was raised menacingly and Knighstick opened his mouth to speak as he looked down his nose at the police.

A Ford F650 with a shell over the bed, diesel tanks for running boards, and light on top slammed into Knightstick. A moment later there was the distinctive sound of tires skidding.

A scissor door opened and Ranger jumped out of the driver seat. His clothes an interesting mixture of bloody, burned, and ripped. He pat the monster of a truck as he stepped around to the front where Knightstick hung onto the front like a new hood ornament. Metal slowly creeping from the truck, around the man’s body creating an armored skin.

”Nice ‘f y’ t’ come t’ the hosptal. Saves us from havin’ t’ lug y’ here when I’m done. “ Ranger said before he drove a fist into the side of Knighstick and launched him several yards away, crashing into the side of one of the hospital tents.

Quin just smirked a little smirk when Will expressed what appeared to be mild skepticism about her name. Oh well, he was going to have to live with it.

Unsurprisingly, Will didn’t have anything to add to Quin’s input about what happened when this was all over and they could go home. She honestly didn’t have any idea beyond what she’d said so they were just going to have to leave it at that.

At her suggestion, Will pulled his phone to call his Mom. His Dad sounded like a pretty typical New York businessman, deeply committed to the company and all that. Again, Quin found it interesting that Will was so shut down about his powers. It seemed counterintuitive that he’d be close with his parents if they were the cause. It was a bit of a puzzle to solve.

As Will made his call Quin idly fiddled with her own phone, she’d talk to her parents later. Even five years later things were a bit weird there. Not on her parents' side, of course, but it was hard to be in a room with them or talk to them for very long without one or both of them slipping up on something and everything coming up. They’d never been anything but the parents she’d known and loved her whole life…but sometimes it was hard.

On impulse she sent off a quick text telling them essentially the same thing Will had said in his voicemail and that she’d call them later.

Hopefully the voicemail didn’t bode poorly for Will. Quin didn’t know what his parents did, but hopefully they hadn’t gotten caught up in any of the mess. Will got a text a few moments later that appeared to clear things up though and he explained that his Mom was really active in volunteering and clubs and things. Again, typical New York stuff…

Quin was just getting ready to speak again when the roar of an engine and squealing brakes cut through the relative silence of the triage tent.

”You’ve got to be kidding me…” she said, rising quickly and grabbing Will by the good arm to attempt to pull him with her as she moved away from the sound. It was just in time too, because almost as soon as they’d left the seats a man flew into the tent from the nearby side and skidded to a halt not far at all from where they’d been sitting.

”Hopefully you didn’t just lie to your Mom…” Quin said, noting that the man appeared to have metal skin.

”Get your powers ready…just in case….” she said as the man started to stir and another figure made his way through the new opening in the tent.

”Michael” Quin said as recognition dawned. Over she looked at Will, ”New plan…stay completely out of his way.”

That said, she started to pull as much of the plastic towards her as possible, intending to wrap the metal man in as much as she possibly could. It might not end up doing much, but maybe it would slow the guy down until Michael could subdue him.

Even with sharper than human senses, it didn't mean Will was always aware of the world around him. Between the ebbing worry from the phone call, focusing on the call itself and the general chaos and unknown noise all around him, he barely noticed the squeal of brakes and commotion at the front of the hospital, it was just more noise added to the trouble all around them. Therefore, Will was surprised when Quin grabbed him, pulling him away from the direction of the noise before he was faintly able to hear an impact. It sounded like... Well it sounded roughly like a Clydesdale kicking a refrigerator through the air?

Will half-stumbled and was half dragged by Quin as she was quicker to respond. He couldn't find a reply to Quin's exasperated words and instead tried to track the sound of something as it hurtled through the air. Quickly. And towards them. As the metal man crashed through the tent and landing in a heap roughly where they been situated, it all made a little more sense. Mister Metal here had been what who had been hit. But what had hit him that hard? 

"Yeah, this might be stretching the truth on safe, huh?" Will muttered back to Quin as he heard her comment, only responding with a small nod as she told him to keep his powers ready to go, just in case. Will could see the metal-clad mutant starting to stir and felt a knot of concern in his gut, even as he raised his one good arm and took a half step forward, tentatively. Will needed pretty much direct contact to affect someone, even a shirt made things difficult. Was the metal on this guy's skin his skin or something else? Armor? Will didn't relish the idea of trying to find a bare patch on the guy while fighting for his life, but if he started getting up, they didn't have much of a choice.

Before he could worry further, or voice his concern to Quin, she'd called him off. Will had already heard footsteps approaching, but with what had just happened and the police presence in the staging area, he'd been expecting as much. He had expected to see scrubs or a police uniform. What he hadn't expected was to see someone who was dressed like they'd walked off the set of an action film just after all the pyrotechnic budget had been spent.

Quin seemed to recognize him, called him by name at least, and told Will to stay out of his way. Scratch that, -completely- out of his way.

"Works for me." Will muttered, scurrying backwards away from the fallen man, giving the new source of trouble a wide berth. (Sources? Action Man there didn't exactly give off vibes of peace and tranquility, but at least he was on their side, presumably.) Nonetheless, he kept his muscles tensed and eyes on the metallic mutant as Ranger approached and Quin did her thing. Between plastic and metal, the guy was about 2/3rds of the way to being the whole set of recycling. 

Ranger shook his hand after the punch as he strode after the armored mutant he’d just bounced off the pavement. His mutation helped, but punching a man with metal skin still hurt like hell. The skin had split a little but not bad. He could bandage it later when the world wasn’t ending. What was more annoying was the missing metal off the front of the Fordasaurus. That would be an odd repair.

Stepping through the new entrance into the tent Ranger watched Knightstick shake the daze from his eyes and try to climb to his feet. It was someone saying his name that drew Ranger’s attention. He looked and saw Quin and a skinny man around the same age as Ranger. Ranger gave Quin a smile and said, ”Sorry about this. I’ll take the trash back out.”

Two strides and Ranger was upon Knightstick. A metal bat came swinging and Ranegr caught it with one hand and then brought a leg up and drove his heel into Knightstick’s face, forcing him over backwards and his head into the ground before he had even managed to stand back up. From there Ranger stepped off, bent down, and lifted the mutant off the ground by his shirt. As he lifted, Ranger’s body increased in size.

Knightstick’s body, encased in the metallic skin, weighed several hundred pounds and Ranger’s body was adapting to allow him to lift it with one hand.

In the moment that Ranger had looked behind him to ensure the path back out of the tent was clear, Knightstick produced another bat by flowign some of his metal skin down his other arm. The bat whistled through the air as it sailed at Ranger’s head.

The sound gave Ranger only a moment to react.

Not quick enough.

Ranger moved to throw Knightstick but in the moment before the man was tossed the bat made contact and a metallic clang was produced as it impacted Ranger’s skull.

Stars filled Ranger’s eyes and he stumbled back. His power had been boosting his skeleton at the time so it had maintained its integrity but the energy still carried through his head.

Quin nodded grimly in confirmation that this was probably stretching the truth on safe when Will said so.

Luckily, Will was happy to move when she pulled them and they’d found themselves out of the way as metal man crashed to the ground.

For a few moments it even looked like Will was going to be willing to use his powers to help. Even injured, even uncomfortable with his powers, Will was going to try. A Leo indeed.

Michael’s arrival made it a moot point though, and Will listened again, getting back and giving Michael a wide berth. Quin did the same, still pulling plastic from unoccupied chairs, cots, and discarded water bottles until she could feel the strain on her powers. There was only so much she could hold and the strain of the current load plus the exertion from earlier was palpable.

Michael approached and smiled and Quin had to admire the gumption to look like Michael did and smile. Quin, ”Apparently nobody told him this area was off limits.” she said.

Metal man apparently took exception to the commentary because a metal bat came out of nowhere to swing at Michael, who handled things just fine and legitimately smashed the metal man's head into the ground. Quin still kept ready, but sweat was starting to bead on her forehead and it was starting to feel like she’d been running again.

Michael leaned down to haul up metal man and if Quin wasn’t mistaken the man actually grew. As if he needed to be larger….but all the same, Michael lifted the metal man.

The bad guy hadn’t made it this far into the city by being a complete moron though and Quin tried to shout out as the metal man’s other arm swung around as a bat and connected with Michael’s head.

How Michael kept his feet, Quin didn’t know, but Michael did stumble and let go of metal man. That having happened, Quin acted.

Pushing as hard as she could with her powers and her hands, Quin pushed the 20-30 lb disk of plastic that she’d managed to summon at the metal man, doing everything she could to get it wrapped around his head and arms…hoping to at least pin his arms for a moment.

As the synthetics connected and wrapped as intended, Quin dropped her powers and the material instantly solidified.

That accomplished, Quin took a slightly stumbling step back, hoping that the plastic would hold…because she didn’t know if she was going to be able to sprint again.

Good. Action Hero had things under control. Will thought to himself as Ranger caught the bat swung at him like it was was made of paper. Though the whistle that the metal club make as it arced through the air and the meaty thud when it was caught proved it was anything but. Will watched as Ranger's boot introduced itself to Metal's face and the resulting greeting nearly buried the back of the man's head in the ground. 

Ah. So he was the Clydesdale. 

It took most of Will's remaining willpower and self control to not gape openly as Ranger grab the new source of trouble and start to lift with a single hand. Metal was hardly small, and looked wrapped in enough metal to make budging him even with both hands look like an unreasonable task. So of course Ranger started lifting him with only a single hand grabbing the guy's shirt. Watching Ranger's form suddenly swell and increase in size was a baffling thing and distracted Will enough he didn't so much see as hear the second bat as it shrieked through the air.

When it connected with Ranger's head, Will was certain that should have been it for the Action Hero looking man, the sound the weapon made through the air was simply a club moving at lethal speed. So when the Ranger only staggered, rather than dropping like a marionette who's strings had been cut, Will's jaw dropped as he ran entirely out of the resources he'd been using to hide his reactions. 

Thankfully, someone else had been managing to do more than gawk at the fight as it progressed and when Quin hurled the hefty disc of plastic towards Metal, Will just reacted as the movement caught his eye. Action Hero was stunned, or down. Metal here was swinging at least as hard as Hammer had been. Armored. Took an absurd hit or two. At least. And he was still getting up. Who knew what other tricks he had? Before he had time to think better of it, Will was already chasing the plastic projectile like a dog racing after a Frizbee, hoping to capitalize on the opening Quin made as the plastic solidified about the man's head and arms. 

Will dove, avoiding a blind kick, and grabbed Metal around the neck and shoulders, swinging bodily around to the man's back, Will's wounded arm telling him he was -definitely- not listening to his doctor's advice. He'd wished trouble had taken a bit longer to get here so the painkillers would have had time to kick in. Will clung to Metal with his good arm, slapping his hand down on Metal's arm. Plastic. He reached lower. Plastic. Lower still. Metal. &%$#!

"Gotta be kidding me!" Will hissed in frustration as he struggled to keep on his feet and close to the metal (and now plastic) clad mutant, dodging the violent kicks thrown back at him. "Hey! Big Guy!" Will yelled out towards Ranger. "Make an openin' in his tin can and I can put him down for a minute!" Will hoped that the mutant that had knocked their mutual metallic enemy into the tent was still able to fight. Or think. That had been a heck of a wallop. 

For a few moments Ranger’s existence was pain. His eyes saw stars, his ears rang, and everything smelled purple. Not to mention he could feel a trickle of blood on his head. Ranger brought a hand up and touched it. Wet. He looked at his hand. Yup, blood.

While Ranger was attempting to unscramble his brain, the world kept moving. The problem was the world was currently experiencing a Mercury in the microwave movement. Akh wanted to break free, but to get there it seemed another had to bite the dust, but she would have to deal with the la Bohemians of New York City and their rhapsodies of defense, and at least one good old fashioned lover boy. Once the city was safe, they would rock her.

A call from the other man in the tent who wasn’t coated in metal drew Ranger’s attention and snapped his head back into the game.

Knightstick had a significant mass of plastic smooshed around him–good job, Quin–and the other man was hanging on. It was a little handsy, but if it worked. He was yelling something. Ranger squinted his eyes and finally his audio processing caught up.

Open the tin can.

Ranger nodded–that hurt–and said, ”One can opener comin’ up.”

Moving forward Ranger slammed his arm into Knightstick’s chest. From there he grabbed the shirt and ripped it half off. There was a clear dent in the metal skin. Ranger hit it again and then snagged an edge with his fingers.

As Ranger’s finger curled the metal skin creaked and bent into the curl. Ranger’s body grew even more as a tremendous force was driven through his fingers into the metal skin. He grunted through his teeth and his joints popped. The aluminum Knightstick had built his outer skin out of resisted then sheared away. A hand sized opening of skin was revealed.

Knightstick flailed in his plastic restraints. The metal warping underneath the plastic in an attempt to break him free.

Quin was dizzy…so dizzy, and as the world spun it looked like Will was even moving. Moving towards the metal man that Quin had wrapped in plastic. That couldn’t be a thing though, right? Quin had told Will to stay out of Michael’s way…Will had said that until earlier today he hadn’t even used his powers in years…Will was moving.

Will was on the metal man.

Quin took a deep breath as the world started to right itself and took a step forward instead of back as Michael re-entered the fight. How had he taken that hit and stayed standing?

Will was holding on for dear life, asking Michael to make a hole and Quin honest to god didn’t have a clue what to do.

Quin could feel the plastic starting to crack though. There was only so much it could withstand. She hadn’t had access to anything that was super strong, only the generic, cheap plastic that had made the chairs and cots and other junk in the tent. Quin’s head was pounding, but she reached out for more, starting to gather as much as she could again to try and reinforce what she’d made previously.

This time, she was only able to pull about 10 lbs before she thought she might fall over. Pushing it out, Quin did her best to reinforce the spots she thought were cracking. By the time she stopped and released the synthetic materials so they could could harden, Quin realized she was sitting on the ground.

Hopefully Michael and Will had it from here…she needed a minute.

Ranger answered Will's plea request for assistance. How? Will didn't know how the guy was still on his feet, let alone conscious. Then again, the Action Hero there had also grown muscles at a rate that would make any gym rat turn themselves inside out with envy, and he was currently clinging to a metal wrapped man who Quin had just Tupperwared with the plastic from around the tent and off the chairs that they had been sitting on just a few minutes ago. How was a question for way, -way- later. 

As Ranger applied some percussive persuasion to the metal clad menace, Will could feel the first, and then the second impact through Knightstick. The second wallop made him aware of the hard points forming under the plastic wrapped around Metal's upper half. Sharp little nubs and spikes and twisting bits of metal trying to force their way through the material that kept him bound, like the armor was trying to imitate a particularly angry porcupine. 

Will could hear plastic being cut, shredded, straining and snapping as, at the same time, he heard the squealing of metal sheering away from metal. The metal fellow he was giving a rather aggressive hug just about had one arm free, elbow adorned with nasty looking points that had helped punch through the plastic and ruin it's integrity... when another wad of plastic slapped down reinforcing the cracks and breaks and gluing the arm back in place. 

Feeling the sharp little bits threating to break through where his chest was pressed against the struggling man's back, Will used the openings, both the literal and figurative ones, that Ranger had provided. Hauling himself half over and half around Metal's shoulder, he reached his front, hand slapping flat and dragging across until his fingers brushed bare skin. 

Bingo. 

Linking only took a fraction of a second, the mental array of Knightstick's senses leading in front of Will in all it's unique splendor and glory -- which Will promptly ignored, lighting up every single pathway and thread with as much juice as he could pump out in the moment of contact. Total overload of all five senses which would hopefully either put him out entirely, or at least down long enough for Ranger to finish the job. Will could feel metal coated mutant stiffen like a board, and sputter out something that wasn't quite words, but he didn't drop... Was he using the armor like a brace to keep himself up? Or was he just -that- tough?

Regardless, Will couldn't muster another jolt that fast, staggering back to give Ranger room to work and himself time to catch his bearings. His head felt like it was full of cotton and he had nearly dropped the link with Quin in the scuffle, mentally clinging to it now as he reeled from the blast he'd given to Metal. That would have to be it. He was in no way, shape or form a match for either of the two brawlers physically. Hopefully it'd been enough to swing the fight.

Ranger had to bring his other hand to the party to keep metal off Knightstick’s chest. The man’s metal was nearly vibrating with his anger and retaliation. Metal was chewing plastic and trying to flow back over the gap over his chest.

More plastic arrived courtesy of Quin to reinforce the restraint. Ranger caught sight of Quin taking a seat, the high demand of her power must be getting to her. Ranger trusted in the man Quin had been with. He would let the man have a shot. Worst case, Ranger would escalate the violence.

Violence escalation however proved to be not necessary. The man got his hand over to Knightstick’s bare chest and… Knightstick sputtered and went stiff. The man staggered back.

”Human taser?” Ranger asked before ripping the metal further and tossing two large chunks off Knightstick’s chest.

No metal flowed back.

Ranger ripped at the metal again, and again. Chunk after chunk Ranger stripped the metal skin from Knightstick. Only one arm broken, Knighstick was thrown out of the tent by Ranger as he breathed heavily. His massive physique’s demand on his endurance making itself known.

”Zip ties only. He controls metal… that he touches I guess.” Ranger called to a pair of officers who were standing with their guns drawn on Knightstick. They looked at eachother but another officer called to them.

“He’s SUPER.”

The officer’s holstered their guns and jumped into work.

Ranger turned and looked to Quin and her friend. A deep breath and his body began to reduce in size. ”Small world, Quin. An’ good job, both ‘f y’.”