The girl, no, on closer inspection, young woman, was unconscious. That was probably better, Lee realized, hopefully that meant that she wasn't feeling the wound. At least Lee assumed that she was unconscious since she didn't see a reaction to the pressure she was placing on the wound, though she could still see the shallow breathing.

And the young man didn't seem to be moving, he was simply sitting there in shock. Well, Lee had known that she was able to deal with bad situations better than many people for quite a while now. Maybe this guy was one of the ones who wasn't able to deal with them. That was fine, though that left Lee with the issue of trying to get this girl more out of the line of fire while at the same time trying to keep pressure on her wound, all by herself.

Well, she had handled worse before, such as taking out twenty-some armed soldiers with her own two hands. Lee would be able to figure this out, it'd just take some quick thinking.

Thankfully, it was about then that Lee heard Shin's voice above her. "Good," Lee said, not really bothering with Shin's questions at the moment. "Grab her feet, we need to get her out of the way."

Snaking her left arm under the woman's shoulders, Lee kept her right hand applying pressure to the wound. Thankfully, Shin seemed much less in shock about this whole thing than the other young man, and was actually moving to grab the feet. "And is he yours?" Lee asked, jerking her head toward the young man who's shirt she was currently holding. She didn't recall him as being one of the Kabal, at any rate, and she figured that if he were, Slate wouldn't have bothered calling him if he'd fall apart in a fight like this. "If he's not going to do much, you might want to get him out of the way so he doesn't get hurt, too."

With that, Lee glanced around. There really weren't many places that they could go that would be 'out of the way', but Tarin seemed to be out of the fighting for the most part. "That way," Lee said, pointing with her chin over to where her husband was standing. It would be weird to walk like she was about to, but it'd be necessary.

So much talking, his mouth was moving so quickly. No one could ever truly battle with emotions weighing them down, emotions only slowed people down. Well, not as if Ahorta was any different, because she only saw fear while she fought, but really, when she saw that fear, she focused on that and only that. Having no friends kept her from having to worry about protecting anyone, why would she protect anyone other than herself? And how could this Toyota mean so much to the clown? It seems clowns just loved to drive...cars? Whatever the reason was, it was beginning to make her angry, just all blabbering about how he does no harm in the world.

Silly clown did not even know what it was that he was responsible for! Some never learned their purpose in life. Just as she was finally ready to lash out at the clown start jumping and tearing at him, all until he did the one thing that she could not handle: he removed her mask. Typically, she would be able to keep going and she could kill him just fine with out her mask, but there were so many others around that could poison the air!

As fresh air crept down her throat, she clawed at her neck, screaming in pain. It burned, it actually burned! "I'VE BEEN POISONED!" she cried, stumbling to the ground as she held her throat in pain. He was killing her! He was actually killing her! Trying to keep herself alive, she corroded through her shirt and wrapped it around her face, breathing through that instead, she needed her mask! Still clinging to the ground, her breathing quickened and finally, she drew a last breath before she blacked out, completely useless in the battle.

((OK, guys, I'm out for about two weeks. Cya'll later, and happy brawling!))

The first mayhem has been planted into a man who seemingly was a soldier. The suspision was easily implanted into his mind since soldiers where always suspisios of every partner they had in the beginning. Cailyn's body was just a mere vessel at the moment for these types of mayhem. This would greatly increase the havoc of the battle but it wasn't up to her what to do and what not.

The next target however was a bit more fancy in the way that he could walk around without being seen. Sight was one of the primary senses people had but she didn't need sight to know that he was there. His brain patterns where still on her radar. His mind was fragile though. He thrusted to much on his abilities to keep him safe. Let's see what could be done about it.

Her powers started kicking in again. Her hands twisted and her neck shocked. She pointed towards the position that this man named Flynn would supposible be from her position and started whispering in his mind. "Pain will purify you, reveal yourself to claim it." She continued to whisper this over and over again to see it's effect on his body and mind. It was all just one big experiment of her powers and to see how strong the peoples minds here where. She did however sense a very mentally strong person in the area that she should be aware of, he could pose a threat.

Things were flying. Ah, whom I kidding. People were flying and running, and fighting. He had things to do and that was mainly fighting. Fission was being ignored by Shin and since there was nothing that he wanted in particular Chris was going to go fight more people. A wall suddenly appeared where the door was and he turned to look in awe. It was made of bone and after a while it started to look pretty menacing. With the thorns sticking out of it he wasn’t sure how they would get through. A bone shot through the ground and out. They were all sharp and they were looking to stick someone. One came after him and shot straight at his chest. It wanted to impale him through the chest. That wasn’t going to fly. “Whoa!” he exclaimed. Chris pushed off with his feet and shot himself to the side. The bone spike thing grazed his left deltoid and drew a little blood. He should start carrying band aids or something with him. He watched the bone as it dove back to the earth with a trail of blood on it. Chris reached for his shoulder and looked at the wound. It wasn’t that deep. If he hadn’t moved he’d have something much more serious to deal with.

Or at least he was going to until someone yelled that someone else was dying. He wasn’t to concerned with that person because he didn’t know… him? Her? There was one thing that he knew about what was going on in this fight, and that was… if they were going to get someone out of the middle of the main fight they needed to have a little bit of protection or cover fire, if you will. Chris had already started to head over there to give the guy, who apparently didn’t know what to do, a hand when Shin rushed past him.

Fission picked up his pace and quickly got up there. Blood was everywhere and it didn't seem to want to slow down much. The kid was right, if they didn’t get her somewhere safe now that could heal her, then it would be to late for this girl. “You can’t take her to a hospital. This injury is too severe for any human to fix. You need to take her to a healer. A healer’s the only one that could save her.” Chris said to Shin and to the other guy standing over the motionless body. There was nothing Chris could do about this. He wasn’t a healer. He’s radioactive for crying out loud! The best he could do was radiate her and he knew that with a wound that was that bad there was nothing he could help with. Now if it was a battle against cancer, then the cancer would be in trouble. But this wasn’t. This was a deep wound that only a healer would be able to fix. “Yall.” He pointed at Shin and Lee. “Take her to the nearest healer and fast. Take someone’s car, run, fly it doesn’t matter. Just get her out of here before she dies.” Yes Chris was concerned for the girl. Even though he didn’t know her he still didn’t want anyone to die whether they were on his side or on the opposing side.

“You. Stay here and fight.” He said to Dominic. Fission then turned back to Shin and said, “We’ll give yall cover until you can get out of here. Then I’ll go after that wall so we can get inside.” That was his plan. Whether or not it was pulled off or not was a different story. Because people were always changing their minds, he wasn’t sure if someone was going to get to it first. Chris needed to figure out how he was going to do that but it was something that was going to happen after they dealt with their current problem.

Meld felt her leg hit something solid with a sense of satisfaction and heard the thud that it made and a moment later Flynn became visible again, screaming. She had only the barest moment to be disappointed that she hadn't knocked her target out when she saw the momentum of her strike cause Flynn's leg to connect with Ranger. After that things were a little chaotic in her mind, with a shot going off and Flynn and Ranger both falling to the ground. That danger being momentarily dealt with, Meld turned to find other targets, knowing that she had no time to dwell upon fallen targets. They were still outnumbered and more damage desperately needed to be done in order to ensure their side's victory.

As Meld scanned for targets, she suddenly became aware that Kasumi had been injured and was bleeding, possibly dying. She didn't see the actual blow being dealt and had no idea who dealt it. She heard people yelling, that she was dying, but all that registered distantly with Meld. She knew the girl, although not very well. Her impressions of her had been positive and if she did die it would be a great shame, both because given time they could have been friends and because she was a mutant and every mutant death was unfortunate. When the battle was over she would have time to grieve, but until that time her attention was focused entirely on her own survival and doing as much damage as possible. Emotion had no place on the battlefield.

Tearing her attention away from the bleeding form of Kasumi, she turned her eyes to the mutant who had previously been attacking Aura, the one with the ice blade and water form. Perhaps someone who mimicked the powers of other mutants? She wasn't sure, but what she did know was that, for the moment, he seemed to be frozen in place, quite literally. She grinned at the opportunity, feeling both a sadistic sense of anticipation and a sense of satisfaction at what she perceived to be a potentially easy kill.

Meld charged the frozen mutant, attempting to cut his neck with her razor sharp shield and to grab his right arm with her other metal hand. If he managed to unfreeze himself before her blow landed then hopefully she would at least be able to grab a hold of him and prevent his escape from her blades. If nothing else that should make it easier for Predator to do some damage by preventing his prey from escaping.

Kasumi sees people around her she does not know many of them. Everything is fading in and out of her mind. Soon she wonders why Aura would do this to her why she will try to kill her? At last Kasumi sees Shin. Tears comes to her eyes as she holds her hand out to him. Soon tears rolls down Kasumis white cheeks.

The person that is working on to stop the blood flow on her back Kasumi does not feel due to the shock that her body is in. Kasumi speaks in a weak voice "Shin I am so sorry... I was trying to save a friend.. Pl..please forgive me.." Kasumi really did feel bad she did not know that everything was going to turn out this way.

Kasumi had no idea that her life will be on the line or she will be dieing today. The loss of blood has got to her. Soon Kasumi's eyes close as she slips into darkness at last her head falls back as she is picked up. Her hand falls down when she was reaching out to Shin. A few stray tears roll down her cheeks. Yet Kasumi will fight with everything that she has for her life.

Kasumi will not let go of her life! She is not ready to die she can not she has so much things she wants to do in her life. She breaths so light yet she is breathing. Her head falls to the side even with the pain and fear that she is in her body is not letting her poisons out so in all goodrases the people that touch her will not be knocked out they are safe form that. All that will be done now is tend to her wound and make sure that Kasumi is safe.

He had called for Shin. Shin didn't come. Where was Shin? He called for Shin and he wasn't there. Oh god, what if Shin had been mutilated too? Not good not good at all. Seriously, who would cover his shifts at Full Circle? Dominic worked enough hours. He was here was a skewered girl slipping out of consciousness and out of this world. What if he was next? Was he going to die in this battle royale? Oh god, he was going to die. He would be on a trip to see the maker upstairs with Shin and Kasumi.

"Give me your shirt,"

Dominic jumped out of his freak out session, realizing a person had come to help him and Kasumi. It wasn't Shin. Where was Shin? No, forget about Shin, this lady was hot. No forget about the hot lady, Kasumi was dying and she needed to be helped, so Dominic pulled his top off and handed it to the woman watching it as she pressed it to Kasumi's wound. "I liked that shirt too...ain't enough club soda in the world to get that stain out..." he sighed to himself seeing the shirt soak up the blood.

"We need to get her out of the way so we can find a healer,"

A healer! Out of all these mutants, there had to be a healer among them right? All Dominic could think was thank god for the hot lady keeping a clear and level head in the situation.

"Can you get her legs so we can move her?"

Say what? Dominic stared back at her and then he stared at Kasumi's bleeding body. Dominic wasn't entirely sure if he was up to the challenge of grabbing her legs and carrying her. What if he tripped or something and the body dropped the wrong way onto Kasumi's neck and finishing her off?

“How is she?”

Dominic knew that voice and he looked up to see Shin standing over himself and the hot lady. Shin wasn't dead at all! Happy day! Dominic kept himself composed watching Shin take charge in grabbing Kasumi's feet and helping the woman carry Kasumi's body off out of harm's way.

"And is he yours? "If he's not going to do much, you might want to get him out of the way so he doesn't get hurt, too."

Ouch. Talk about a kick to the pride. Why hot lady? Why?! Even if she was telling the truth. He had already screwed up by letting Kasumi get hurt...and he couldn't even move when she asked him to. He should have just minded his own business and stayed back at the mansion. He didn't even know why the hell all these people were fighting. The X-men especially. Was this like, a battle that would decide the fate of the future or something?

“You. Stay here and fight.”

"...Am I being Punk'd?" Dominic asked looking up at Fission, who bared a striking resemblance to Ashton Kutcher. Alright stupid question. There was a brawl going on, someone had just been injured and was in danger of dying...Dominic could only hope this was just some huge elaborate prank to mess with his head, but it wasn't. He had failed before, he wouldn't do it again. He imagined himself in a dramatic pose in on a wallpaper that said 'Take A Stand' and that's what he did. He got off of the ground , dusting off his pants, cracked his neck and then his knuckles. He would fight....even if he had no idea what he was fighting for.

"Uh...who's ass do we break our feet off in first?" Dominic asked Fission naively while scratching his blond head. "Or do you want me to just cover you while you get at the bony wall thingy?"

There are some things which you simply do not do. You do not, for instance, throw severed heads at a man’s wife. Bring a cute frog to an ugly mutant fight. Underestimate the girl in the ribbon. And, oh, shoot a hole through a panther.

The last was really more of a personal offense, than a universal betrayal. Yet, for that moment, the world stood still. The panther’s death wasn’t actually the problem. It was the innocuous little heartworm larva, making its way through the panther’s bloodstream, just below its ribcage.

In any given attack were splinters were involved, the chances of hitting Calley—the real Calley—were slim. He could shift his consciousness between splinters with a thought, and generally did. Now he was in the cat leading the charge; now he was in the back. Now he was the Rottweiler, snarling and snapping at an interfering ghost; now he was in the little heartworm in the panther’s chest. Now the panther’s body was being torn through with pain, and he hadn’t even had a thought’s breadth of warning.

Calley knew that he died in the future. In the dream. In whatever it was. But he couldn’t remember how. This felt numbingly familiar.

There was no doubt that the panther was dead.

It stood for only a moment, its jaws still gaping, as if it was still coming to attack. Yet every animal in the clutter had come to a halt. The ones in the front, and the ones at the back. You could see it: you could see it, simply by looking through the hole where the panther’s chest had been. Red lines dripped through that space, somewhat weakly. After all, there was no heart left to pump the blood. There was only the white gleam of a collar bone, seen from a rare angle.

A moment later, the clutter was gone. In its place was a small white cat, with black spots here and there. It shivered against the concrete, in a puddle of red it seemed to remember was its own. It—Calley? Yes, it was Calley; maybe—knew that it could not stay where it was. Baby blue eyes stared widely over at the two men in front of it. It seemed to remember that the bleeding one—Luke? (There was something about a Rottweiler, and gullible naivety, and maybe a brown Volvo)—was trying to kill it. And had very nearly succeeded. That last shot had grazed Calley’s consciousness.

He was quite certain that the next shot would finish the job. Unless he finished Luke, first. Isabel’s Kitten huddled on the ground for a simple, terrified blink. Then death took its place.

Ouroboros. The snake that eats its own tail, and contains within itself all it ever needs. It is blind, because there is nothing outside of it that need be seen. Deaf, because there is nothing that need be heard.

As with the manticore, Calley’s was a liberal interpretation of the myth. Ouroboros was simply the limits of his power.

Where the kitten had stood—and for several yards in all directions—stood splinters. Against Hunter, he had summoned upwards of two hundred. Large and small, elephant and mouse, with hawk and horse and fox pressing together. Large did not accidentally step on small; small did not trip large. As with the little clutter of cats, they were all one and the same. They moved as one.

Luke had gotten off easy, really. The confused little Kitten had only been able to push himself to make fifty forms, this time. Already he could feel the strain on his mind. With Hunter, the attack had ended after sixty seconds.

Luke and Tarin? They would only have to survive for thirty. Then the root of Calley’s power would take offense to this abuse, and snap all of his forms back to one: just Calley, the nineteen year old.

Until then, though: the fifty heads of the dragon had no need to look at anything but their targets. They had no need to listen, because no sounds could sway them. Stretched to this limit, Calley’s mind had come to a simple place: all he wanted would soon be contained within the circle of his own forms. They were the tail.

The heads were coming, jaws ready to finish what needed to be done.

((ooc: Luke’s upcoming shooting spree pre-approved. Tarin, feel free to ghost-toss, ghost-body-shield, etc, and shoot me a PM if you have any problem with this post. Thirty seconds from now, Calley shall be officially out of the brawl. And nekeds on ur front lawns. )

He... had... killed.

The gaping hole that that peered through the chest of the panther was all the story that Luke needed to see. The animals all went still and the panther's mouth dropped, gaping open as time seemed to be frozen. Slowly time began to move again as it allowed the blood to slowly drip from the cavern and out onto the furry chest. If he had been able to see expression in the eyes, Luke just knew he would have seen shock and betrayal. It was the same emotion that was still coursing through him over the whole fact that Calley had decided to attack him in the first place.

Damn.

"I didn't want to." Luke murmured quietly from his crouched position as the animals suddenly disappeared and coalesced into one small kitten. It was a form that Luke had never seen before but yet he knew who it must be. There was no question that this was Calley, just in yet another one of his animal forms. "I didn't mean to."

All voices of regret seemed lost on the small frightened kitten and the consciousness of a boy named Calley that resided somewhere within it. Luke had no idea what it must be like to feel a part of you die the way the panther had just done but he knew it must be at least a little bit traumatizing. He actually found himself feeling sorry for the little feline that now sat in a pool of another cat's blood.

Suddenly all thoughts of pity were tossed out the window as the cat changed and separated, becoming tens on tens of animals. Some large, some small, but all intertwined and rubbing up against one another as they stared at Luke and Tarin with what could only be interpreted as dangerous intent.

"Tarin... get out of here." Luke gritted against the pain as he stood back to his feet, shrugging off the hands that were trying to grab a hold of his arm, "Get to your wife and keep everyone else safe. This is my fight... he's my responsibility!"

Suddenly the animals charged. The vibrations of the earth as the elephant, horse, and other large creatures lumbered toward them was awesome and yet eery when combined with the silence. The elephant did not trumpet it's attack, the fox and dog refused to bark and growl, and the large cats held in check their terrible roars. For a brief moment it was as if nothing else was happening and Luke was all alone facing the enemies.

"GO TARIN!" Luke yelled, shoving the other man as he took a step forward to get in between the onslaught and his friend. Tarin had a life and a beautiful family. Luke had a girlfriend that had dreams of former lovers and a business that drove someone to kill innocent people in order to get at him. Though he had no intention of dieing in the next few moments, one thing was definite. He would not allow Tarin to die!

"Damn you Calley!" Luke yelled, allowing his emotion to make the connection that he hated, desired, and needed all at once. Almost without his understanding his sonar focused and refocused, sending sound waved racing toward the animals. There was no pinpoint aiming just waves of sound that attempted to put a stop to the oncoming tidal wave.

A sound wave hit the left flank, then the center, then the right flank. The animals rocked backward but then pushed on, seemingly unaffected by the power. There, one of the dogs finally flew away from the pack, falling limply to the ground. A hawk, blasted from its perch on top of the elephant. A sixth blast erupted, slamming into the horse before the animals were suddenly on him.

The elephant's trunk smashed into his side, breaking a couple of ribs and sending him cartwheeling across the mass of animals just in time for the pounding hooves of a horse to smash into his already injured arm. The crack of bones splintering and breaking was awful and bloody white fragments pierced the skin but before Luke could utter a scream or even a whimper one of the large feline's batted him back toward the elephant. Claw marks now ran across his chest before a fox and some sort of dog grabbed onto his legs, biting and shredding the flesh to the best of their ability. The blind man tumbled to the ground and watched as the elephant took another step toward him, one of its massive legs lifting with the obvious intention of grinding him into even more of a bloody pulp than he already was.

"Go to hell." Luke muttered through a cough of blood as he used his last it of willpower to reach inward and grab hold of his sound laser once more. He had no way of knowing it was all he had left to give and at the same moment the laser lanced through the elephant's massive skull, Luke found himself in utter darkness.

Damn. Was his last conscious thought before collapsing to the ground in a bloody, passed out form. He had no way of knowing that milliseconds after his own collapse, the animals drew into the center, becoming a single, naked, nineteen year old boy that also collapsed into unconsciousness. He had no way of knowing that his very life blood was continuing to seep from his many injuries and he had no way of knowing that darkness was all he would know for some time.

"My opinions matter littile compared to my orders, they must come first" she repeated simply even as, he used a jst to shoot at predator, the guys size, gave him all the luck. Aura strangely found herself without an opponent and a large black wold, much bigger then any she had ever seen took uo a guarding position around her, walking up to the wold, Aura stroked it's flank, the creature was beautiful. The powerful creature could only have been summoned by one person, well Aura could guess anyway. She knew no one else who cared for her and summon suc wonderous beasts, jaxon. The thought gave her pause though, Jaxon had been unable to attack her before, and she could only hope that hesitation would not show here.

Looking back over at Sumi, Aura smiled abit grimly, her attack had the desired effect, not only had she laid low one enimy, but several more had broken away from the fighting simply to help Kasumi, shin a girl Aura did not really know, except from a quick glance earlior, and a boy she also did not know, but hesitated quite a bit as he watched Kasumi bleed, the boy certainly had littile place on the battilefeild just from that. It seemed like two of the males were breaking off a bit to give cover, she would let the others go, as long as they were out of the fight, they were as useful as Kasumi was currently.

Looking back at the wolf creature she entertained the idea of trying to mount it and riding into battile like that. Shaking her head, figuring this was not the time to try such a trick, Forming Aura blades on both her hands she moved to block the path of Dominic and Fission, she had no idea who either were, but they were on Kasumi's side, obviously and since they were to cover her, she would give them somthing to cover. "So are the two of you next?" she asked sounding almost dissopointed, a ruse on her part really, she loved the idea of fighting those whose powers she did not know, ater all, Mutants shined most brightly in combat.

Oh man…all hell was really starting to break loose in this fight. Tarin could see Lee with a girl that seemed to be bleeding profusely, and the smaller fights that had broken out were getting more and more intense. Somewhere , something was making the ground rumble and roll and a wall popped up out of nowhere. Holy shit…Tarin suddenly felt way out of his league. The spirits were helping, but they weren’t doing enough. Luke’s method had been way more effective.

The panther stood, still in shock at the hole that had been burned straight through him. There was blood, there was lots of blood and Tarin shuddered even as the poll of blood grew and the cats Tarin had been so concerned with…disappeared, along with the Rottweiler and everything else. Now there was just one cat, sitting in the pool of blood and looking confused. Tarin stared, still vaguely pulling on Luke’s arm. “Come on man..we need to go.” Something about that cat was off…it was like the movies with the cute little dolls that knifed people in their sleep. Then it split.

There wasn’t any other way to explain it, the teeny cutesy little cat split into like eleventy billion other things. There was an elephant, a fricken elephant, big cats, little cats, dogs, birds, probably insects, fungi, and bacteria, and they were all mugging right at Tarin and Luke. Tarin gaped, “Holy shit,” he said, blinking and hoping he’d gotten hit in the head with something.

Luke spoke and Tarin held onto the guy’s arm even though he was being batted at. “Are you nuts?” he said, but cast a look in Lee’s direction. She was moving the girl that had been bleeding, the last thing she needed was Tarin’s help. “You can’t possib…”

Tarin’s words were cut off by the other man’s yell and the pressure of hands shoving him. Tarin hit the ground for the second time, rolling with the momentum of the push the same way he’d been taught in pee wee football and coming up on his knees a little ways away. “Luke, you crazy son of a b…” he said, looking up in time to realize that the funny little rumbling on the ground was a direct result of the stampede heading right for Luke.

The elephant hit and Tarin’s stomach turned as he tried to rise and make his way towards the prone man. The spirits stopped him. Even they knew a stampede of rampaging animals was too much and had pulled back and formed a wall between Tarin and the carnage that was being laid upon Luke. “Let me out!” Tarin yelled, pounding a fist on the back of the spirit closest to him as small animals and large bounced off the nearly invisible field, the spirit turned its head. “Without you, we cease to exist, and we’ll never get our chance at revenge. That supersedes your rules.”

So Tarin watched, helpless as Luke Jacobs was batted around like some kind of volleyball made of meat. Then it was over.

The spirits shimmered and Tarin finally regained control, sprinting from his position to find Luke…and the kid that looked like Slate. Neither of them was moving, but Luke was in far worse shape. Oh god there was a lot of blood. Tarin tried not to panic, the guy had shoved him out of the way. Shaking slightly, Tarin bent and felt for a pulse, it was there. That was small relief, though, Luke was in bad shape. Tarin scanned the battlefield almost desperately until his eyes fell on a figure, later he would swear Slate glowed as he walked onto the battlefield.

Tarin turned to the closest spirit, instinct fighting against everything he knew about first aid. You weren’t supposed to move someone if they could have a neck injury…but Tarin knew Slate had fixed that type of thing before. “Take him!” Tarin barked, “Take him to Slate, now. Tell him I sent you and that this is a friend. GO, five minutes ago.” Then his head swiveled to Lee and co and he turned to a second spirit, “Go see if they need help…tell them Slate is here and if they need it, take the girl for healing.” To two others he said, “Go, help where you’re needed, stick to the rules.”

The spirit moved immediately and Tarin looked at the kid for a moment. He seemed unhurt, and he’d been the one to do this, the medium left him where he lied and moved on to see where else he could help, spirits in tow.

Up towards the doors of the building Tarin went, people had gone in there…but there was…bone everywhere. Tarin looked back and forth, trying to figure out what he was supposed to do, he turned, and then he saw them. Holy hell that was a lot of spirits. Instantly the potential of the situation struck Tarin, but he knew he was already stretching his abilities with the spirits he had.

One in particular moved forward, he might have been a little younger than Tarin. He was tall, but not a giant, and he looked Italian, he was wearing a police officer’s uniform. The mental link opened and Tarin gasped after a moment at the familiar figures in the link, then scanned his eyes over the rest of the group as links opened up one by one. “No freakin’ way….”

((ooc: Calley is out of the fight. If any Faction/third party cares to bring him home at the end of this/stab him while he’s down, shoot me a PM!

And enter Slate. Open for healing business; not really looking for a fight.))

The door handle was strangely wet under his hand. It took him a long moment to realize that it was sweat: his sweat. His knuckles were white. He started to breathe again, when he realized he had forgotten to.

The face of Nigel Banks watched him without judgment, reflected in the rearview mirror. “Do you still want to go?”

“Yes,” Slate answered, after a moment. “It’s safe now.”

They had made the drive from Mondragon Labs as fast as they could, but Queens was not precisely close; especially not when a mutant brawl has the city’s traffic in an uproar. Slate had been hoping to see his brother there—he had been missing for over a week now. He had not accounted for the possibility that Calley would fight on the other side. Fight against him. The ridiculousness of that idea... it was simply wrong, on levels only a handful of people in the city could understand.

He had not accounted for the sight that greeted him as the black jeep pulled up, just down the block: a chaos of bone spikes spitting from the ground, ancient lions and girls with pink weapons battling men who fired guns and blinked in and out of sight; ghosts roaming among the living; gaping holes in building walls. And the cats. His brother.

He had not accounted for the sudden cold that paralyzed him, even as he saw the casualties begin to pile. He saw them, but he did not notice them. His baby blue eyes were locked on one sight: ouroboros. That attack had been his idea. And what was he?

‘Brother’. The lie came easily from his lips; so easily, he had nearly forgotten the truth. Slate was just another of Calley’s splinters. And if he had stepped out of the car while that attack was raging, if he had touched them, he would have been exactly that. Just another splinter. Perhaps he could have dominated Calley’s will; he had done it in the past. But he was long out of practice. And he could not return to that. Would not return to that; that piddling half-life, devoid of real freedom, or choice.

He pushed the door open, and forced himself to step out. The light caught behind him, outlining his silver shirt as he strode towards the fight. Ignoring the body on the ground, that looked precisely like he did. Calley was still alive. Unless someone chose to remedy that, he would wake up again, later. And if Slate touched him, now? He did not know.

He did not have to think upon it for long. One of the dead was approaching him, carrying one of the dying.

“Tarin sent me,” the ghost relayed, its tone surprisingly businesslike. Not that Slate knew precisely what he was expecting, from a spirit. “This man is a friend.”

“Set him on the ground,” the nineteen year old answered simply. As the spirit did so, he crouched down next to the man. Slate did not know him. That was hardly an issue, however. They did not need to exchange pleasantries. All Slate had to do was heal him, and all the man had to do was remain unconscious for the instant it took Slate to do so. A mere touch of his hands, a mental connection—darkness, darkness, textures and sound and a kind of sight Slate couldn’t fully process; a Mickey Mouse magnet; a woman’s voice, singing—and it was done. He did not need permission, when a man was unconscious. Luke was now fully healed, in body. In mind, in energy, and mutation—those were matters outside of the Kabal leader’s control. When the man would wake up again was a matter between his own body and himself, now.

As Hyde fell to the ground, he clutched at his thigh. He stopped there a moment, almost like he was cocooned within his own pain. Although nothing was broken, the bruise would most assuredly reach from knee to groin in a little bit. He nursed the tender flesh as the pain brought about an acute clarity. So acute that he was pretty sure that he would not need to use his power when he saw the girl in the pink Aura facing two others.

Her back was turned away from him. Clearly she was preparing to face them down and was sizing them up. He stood up and moved toward her. Years of Army Ranger training kicking in. He side stepped right before getting to her, still out of her peripheral vision and prepared to grasp her across the eyes with a loop of her hair and twist, throwing her concentration off and allowing him to execute a kick to the stomach, a sweep across the back legs and finally a chop hit across the throat to incapacitate her.

As his fedora sailed to the ground he glanced at it for a moment, but in this moment Meld had struck Hyde and sent his foot flying at the Ranger's shoulder. His attention being drawn by the scream he noticed to late to act and nailed by Hyde's foot with enough force to knock him off his feet. Due to the attack he squeezed the trigger and wasted one dart, as well as dropping his knife which landed danger close in between his legs.

The attack had surprised him and left him on the ground with a hurt shoulder, not broken but still painful, and cemented his belief that Hyde had been working for Ivan. After a moment or two he pulled himself up onto his feet, the chaos around him seemed distant. He would deal with whatever was going on after he took care of Hyde. He bent down and picked up his knife with his hurt arm then looked up and saw Hyde moving towards Aura, now was his chance. He stood quickly and ran the short distance trying to build as much momentum as possible.

Upon reaching Hyde, he noticed Hyde had moved beside Aura to execute an attack. Seizing this opportunity the Ranger moved to tackle both of them by sticking out both arms and diving in between them.

Kaz had woken up early for no reason, at least not one that he knew of or could remember. Demi wasn’t making a fuss, his alarm hadn’t gone off, and he hadn’t received a phone call. He chalked it up to randomness and headed out from the warehouse.

There are some things you just don’t expect to see when you wake up early and head to McDonalds for some sausage egg-mcmuffins with cheese, and a long, thawing, ice path is just that sort of thing. When Kaz came across just such a thing he stopped and exited his custom Escalade to check the path. <Obviously a mutant made it, and probably a bit ago.> He thought to himself as he saw patches of the path that had completely melted, leaving wet puddles. Wondering which way the traveler had gone, he paid closer attention to the path down each of it’s lengths. Seeing one side more thawed than the other, he hopped into his Escalade and followed the path that was least thawed. He didn’t have to worry or concern himself with much at the moment since he had left Demi at home sleeping like a log.

After following the path for a bit, he started to get a hunch as to where it might be heading. He kept himself from jumping to conclusions early, but he wouldn’t be surprised if he ended up being right. After a bit more time, he stopped paying attention to the path. He blew past some people standing around watching from afar as he pulled up, just after a black jeep, and stopped further back from the gathered people.

<KP again….What now?> Sighing as he got out of the Escalade, Kaz made his way towards the gathering, towards Calley. He passed by Calley who was passed out on the ground and stopped dead in his tracks. <Two of them? Twins?> He thought and looked at the twin that was apparently healing the injured. Kaz saw Luke on the ground and Dominic off to the side, but Calley was the first and most clearly recognized person, so when he spoke, he spoke towards him, but also to those in the area. “So I take it the family picnic didn’t go as planned?” As he spoke he surveyed the battlefield and picked out four most interesting things, a giant dog-like thing, a giant of a man, a demon-dog, and a girl with a pink aura with pink weapons . The first three just stuck out like green thumbs, while Kaz was not necessarily a fan of pink, it was beautiful in a way he didn’t know how to describe. Maybe he just liked the weapons she was using.