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The cart flies open in slow motion. Blade's eyes widen. As the first shots begin, he dashes, the bullets missing him by an inch. He grabs his cousin. A round grazes his thigh. He leaps behind the nearest car. He crashes to the ground, covers his head with his arms.

Vine falls back into reality, as he jumps over the car, and pulls out cloud's sword. "Please don't ask me how I got this..." Vine jumps into the air, does a front flip, and slashes the cart in half. Vine says in a smooth evil dooer tone, "Now Mr.Tamron I expect you to die...." Vine does a tripple combo slash attack at tamron, with amazing speed.

The sound of bullets firing and smashing into the brick wall behind him and devastating the car in front of him rattles his nerves as he waits out the barrage.

His cousin remains day-dreaming next to him. ((Cousin, you have a random battle happening in the other thread. This is action movie time! Think Die Hard!))

As Blade prepares to stand- the throbbing squeal of wheels as several black cars turn the adjacent corner into the alley at 30 mph and grind to a halt. Shortly after two more cars squeal to a stop from the opposite direction. In the blink of an eye, 11 men dressed in black, wearing sunglasses are out of the cars and pointing guns at Lash and down at Vine's apparently unconscious body.

"Mr. President, are you alright?" asks the tallest, most stereotypical, bald Secret Service agent.

--Tense shift!--

The president finished standing and brushed himself off. He had conveniently let go of his gun. "Yes, I'm fine." He passes a glance at Lash. "I just narrowly survived an assassination attempt by my cousin, here, thanks to your slow response. He blew up my car earlier, I expected you far sooner."

"F-forgive us sir, we thought you were actually in the car that had exploded," said the chastened agent.

Maybe I was, Blade thought to himself.

A few of the agents slowly approached Lash, guns pointed. "Hey, leave 'im alone. He wasn't involved."

"We should still take him in for questioning, sir."

"I said leave 'im alone. You've got the culprit right here," Blade said, indicating to Vine, who was currently being handcuffed, with a tilt of his head.

"Do you know that person, sir?" asked the bald agent.

Blade locked his eyes with Lash's eye slits. "No. Just some freak in a mask."

With that, he ducked his head into the nearest Secret Service generic, black sedan. Vine in restraints, the rest of the agents quickly receded into their cars as well, and they all sped off as quickly as they came.

As they left the scene, the president thanked god and felt sick to his stomach that his secret service brigade wasn't observant enough to put the pieces together in terms of the extensive shell damage Lash's gun/pancake cart had done to the wall and car.

Lash Tamaron released his hold on the grenades in his sleeves. He was well protected from gunfire, but even that many barrels had made him uneasy. He pushed the mask up, revealing a boyish face with striking red eyes. Technically they were colorless, as a part of the genetic defect that had left him without pigment in his hair or eyes, but the color of the blood that pulsed through them shone through.
"I'll see you at dinner, then," Lash said, a strange smile playing across his features.

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