Never a day off for a crusader of the righteous. They say that there's no rest for the wicked but their wrong. As far as Purge was concerned all they did was laze about enjoying the sick bounty of their sinful lives. Not him though, no, anyone but him. The last year or so of his life had been dedicated to nothing but the extermination of every mutant he could find. It was a tiring job with no real end in site but every time he eliminated one, that was one less stain on the planet. One less abomination polluting his air with propaganda and filth. One day, they would all be gone and things would be pure again. One day, but not today.

Today he would be walking through a park, enjoying the beautiful sites of one of the last green area's of the city. This wasn't all he was doing, however, he was keeping a sharp eye out for any potential targets. Something to warm him up for the freak loving hospital bombing he had planned later in the day. Not that he needed it for his nerves so much as it would be a good way to kickoff things. Nothing said "Your medical demolition is gonna go great today" like a little indiscreet gene pool cleansing.

On his hands were black leather gloves, his feet were adorned in black leather steel toed boots. A tight black shirt wrapped around his body and a black leather biker jacket with "Pure Blood" written across the back in block style red words. A pair of dark sunglasses lay on the bridge of his nose, making watching his eyes all but impossible. Finally a pair of large military style cargo pants would be worn around his waist. This was simply the surface, however, what couldn't be seen is where the real danger lied.

Two guns were holstered behind his hip bone, while the rest of the pockets of the belt were filled with different types of explosive and pyrotechnic munition. Everything from hand grenades to smoke bombs, flares to flash bangs would be held within one of the many pockets of his cargo pants, inner jacket and utility style belt. Most dangerous of all though was what lay in his normal pants pocket. A black ski mask, unworn for now but by later today it would be used to hide his identity, further ensuring another day of righteous fury.

Sitting down on a marble table, he would pull out a copy of the bible, something he carried with him for when he was bored. Licking his finger and propping his legs up onto the table top, he would begin perusing, looking to discover which book would catch his fancy this day. There wouldn't be time for this, however, as before he could really get into his book, some words would be heard by the people behind him.

¨ I am a homo superior too ... I am a ... mutant. ¨

There was no way someone had fallen so neatly into his hands, especially in a big city like this. He was certain that thousands of mutants were running around here, disguised by their human appearance. The problem is they were like rat's, they hid in the shadows. Their was no way to really tell a human looking mutant from a normal human without seeing their powers. That wouldn't be necessary now though it seemed as this man willingly gave himself up to Purge. In the end he would have most likely been caught, but this saved days of tracking and watching on Jericho's end.

Turning his head enough to appear as though he was looking at a flying bird, he would really be watching them through the corner of his eye. Luckily his dark glasses would protect him from being noticed. It was then that he would really see something that would excite him. The girl sitting next to the trash was causing dead plants to spring back to life. This meant that he had two pieces of genetic waste for the price of one. He would need to act quickly though, he was on a time frame afterall.

Smoothly moving his hands to one of the many inner pockets of his leather jacket, withdrawing an impact stun grenade as he did so. All of his munitions had been designed by him and while none of them were future'y or of some godly caliber, they did in fact have special touches. This one specifically was a modified impact stun grenade. Usually upon impact they would explode into a bright flash of light, blinding any that looked towards it. These ones, however, contained a special prize. They contained not one but two charges of light. The first would go off directly after a solid impact, the second would then erupt forth thirty seconds later.

Upon the front of it was a small cross with a genetic line going down it. His symbol for holy blood, pure blood, the blood of the righteous. Quickly drawing it from his coat pocket, he would toss it backwards towards them. They were only ten feet or so away from him. He on a bench, they under a tree. The distance was between hardly noticeable and noticeable. Being far enough to keep him inconspicuous but not so far that he would need to lob his munition, a flick of the wrist would do just fine.

If they were indeed caught in the bang, then this would become much easier. He couldn't take that for granted, however and rested his hand on another munition. His legs ready to shoot up and spring into action regardless of the result. No matter what happened, it was gonna be a party.

The man had somehow slipped into the scene, albeit a bit a ways away, and was preparing to attack while under the cover of his shades. Something smelled fishy and it wasn’t an old doxy who hadn’t bathed since her last gentleman caller. Indeed, the smell came from a suspicious man who showed up out of nowhere and plotted quickly to kill a couple of innocent beings because of his hatred for Mutants.

Xavia was laying there in the flowers she'd created, when she saw the small shadow, growing faster and faster as a flash bomb sailed in their general direction. Without much time to react, and without knowing what it was, she still thought she would throw herself over the boy to protect him.

And so, she attempted to throw herself over the kid while keeping her eyes on him, rather than the object, only to hear a loud crack from behind her and temporarily lose the sense of hearing. If she was able to cover the boy and muffle the sound, he would hear her yell at him to run.

From nowhere appeared an object in the air, a shadow, a stone, something that was not easy to guess by the sun on them which made it impossible to look directly at it as approached directly towards them. She was accurated, she jumped on him moving his body from where the grenade fell , exactly where seconds before he was standing . She had her back to the bomb , he was directly looking at that small object that was trying to curb the sun, it was like a great sun shines with a brilliance never seen before,that fascinated him for a moment, a fatal moment. The blinding light accompanied by the sound of the explosion maimed his senses, the inner ear of the boy shook so hard along his sense of orientation that inclined so hard that he fell to the ground, his eyes still saw nothing but a horrible white darkness.

Kabal prepared them for this type of situation, that was just a flash bomb easy to avoid while not looking directly and covering the ears, the effects are not permanent of course but the fact of being blind and unable to run was a great disadvantage in the battlefield and his lovely day in the park where everyone was trying to understand each other was over, the war had started but he was totally unable to make any movement, he could not even stand, he must only rely on their luck and hope his eyes catch the light back to normal before his invisible attacker could make the next move, which was almost impossible. Fausto was almost dead , she must protect him.

It looked as though these freaks were more intelligent then your average affront to god. As he began to throw his flash grenade the fairer of the two genderless demon spawn grabbed the boy like one and through him to the side with herself. As they hit the ground the stun went off, although it would only effect the one looking towards it when eruption came forth. Luckily his other hand was reaching for another munition as he threw the first. By the time they would hit the ground and the flash would explode he'd be turning and throwing the second one.

This one was a normal impact fragmentation grenade. It was a simple weapon, you threw it, it hit something, then it went boom. Easy peasy but oh so devastating, especially to garbage monsters like these. Chucking it with the right amount of force, but not accounting for the winds that were subtly blowing. Maybe if it were something denser it wouldn't have mattered, but the grenade itself was rather light. While it was aimed to land three feet to the right of them, it would instead be blown another two feet. Landing five feet to the left of them.

Exploding with a pure detonation radius of five feet. Anything within that would be burnt and hit with serious concussive force. Outside of that five foot field was a another five feet of shrapnel, giving it an effective radius of ten feet around. Seeing as they were currently ten feet away from him and the grenade was five feet to the left of them, he would need to get another few feet away before the explosion went off, which wouldn't give him alot of time.

As soon as it left his hand he would stand up from the bench he was on and quickly jump off the top of it. Only taking a second or two to get from sitting to jumping. It would only take a few moments for the grenade to land near them, giving them perhaps to much time to get out of range. His only concern right now, however, was getting that extra five feet away that he needed.

Effectively landing still a foot or so within the range when it exploded, he would do a military roll forward the remaining to feet before diving with the little momentum he had left. Shrapnel would sear through the air behind him, lodging itself in the soft earth just a foot or so away from his legs. Finally he would turn around to view if the enemies had survived the devastating attack. If they had then this would be much more difficult then he could have anticipated.

Recovering from the flash bomb was simple enough for her because she hadn’t looked at the explosion. With a little bit of ringing in her ears, she was still able to see, and didn’t waste time attempting to haul the boy up by his armpits. If she succeeded, she would guide him through the woods while somewhere off to the side was another, more ground shaking explosion. She felt the sting of debris, but was luckily out of range enough not to be harmed too seriously, or if she had been, the adrenaline pushed her passed the point of caring.

Hopefully it didn’t take too long for the kid to get his sight back; they didn’t have time to stumble around. If not, she would push him out of danger and then turn around to confront the demon spawn that was trying to kill two innocent human beings who just so happened to have the X-gene. She knew if she got close enough, he wouldn’t be able to throw his little boom toys at her, because he would put himself in danger just by doing so.

She knew also that she couldn’t do much offensively, mostly because she had little control over her powers yet, even if she was starting to learn how to on her own by necessity. Xavia decided now would be a good time to do it, as it would at least buy the kid some time to finish recovering. She darted behind the trees, peeking out every so often to see if the dude was distracted or not. The mutant moved quickly and as quietly as possible only when she knew he was not looking.

When she was, perhaps, 15 feet from him, she flattened herself against the ground and used the cover of her mutation to meld her into the surroundings. There, she would bide her time, looking much like a grassy knoll, and wait the man out. If he chose to come any closer, she would strike.

Sealed. Blinded. Desperado.
Maimed of his senses he could only heard a dull sound, a small explosion less than fireworks. While his black eyes blinked trying to recover sight.
She pulled him away, her hands were so soft and at the same time so mighty that she could carried him to a safer place. While his only useful sense caught a heat wave and a lot of heated tiny fragments hitting his skin , fragments of what he believed was a grenade. His skin burned in some place but that little heat was nothing compared with all the times he burned himself, not in purpose, with his own saliva. Chemical burns sure hurt, the shrapnel was a piece of cake.
All the light sensitive cells were activated at the same time, as he knew the effect could not last much more , some seconds more or less but his sight would recover without problems , touch was all that guided him and what he could realize playing with his hands, what he was sat against a tree. The tree appeared enormous, almighty, indestructible , a entity that lived for eons ... would be a grenade capable of destroying the hard shell of crust? Probably yes, but he was feeling a little more secure knowing that his back was protected and no one could attack it without destroying the tree first. His face, like a large communications antenna caught the soft breeze that rustled the trees, and chill him even more, the grass at his feet was so soft, that was all he could do. To try to calm while his senses come back slowly along with his balance. The fall and rose of his chest calmed with each move of the breeze and his breath . His over stimulated eyes slowly recovered a little of life allowing him to see shadows but it was not enough to fight, he needed to wait a little longer . Also the sounds started to focused again as his mind planned how to beat than invisible demon but his toughs were displaced by one line ¨F*** you Slate and your ****ing ¨Guns are cheat¨ policy ¨