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((Team G-Force plus Anji coming in after Oliveman's team as a heads up. 3nodding Only Anji and I are online at the minute though.))

((First die, defence. Second die, Crit on Owle.))

Miles was ready, Rage had started off in plane view. It was almost stupid of him. Spinning around like that, didn't he know that it was a b***h to control ones momentum when twirling about? Didn't he know that it was hard to steer yourself in anyone direction? Didn't he know that it was just plane stupid to spin around like a ballerina on the battle field?

Stepping forward with his left foot he raised his shield in front of him and guarded his left side. His right arm going back for the strike that was going to come. It was timing, and Rage was providing him with everything he needed. If Rage was fine enough in his control to get to Miles in a straight line through that haze of fire then things were steady enough for him to know where that woman turned ball was.

When it was opportune to strike, meaning a few spins before Rage would slam into Miles, he would lash out.

The bearded axe adding to his range as he brought it down in an over hand strike to bisect Owle's rotation. Miles put his whole body behind that blow, from his feet to his hips, shoulders and the entire length of that arm. Me monopolised on every ounce of strength he had.

Blunt force trauma is a b***h and Miles was dishing it out. Throw on the momentum Rage had been spinning her at and her world was even more hellish.

Well, Owle was a ball of scales, and couldn't see what the hell was going on. What was she going to do?

CLANG!

The axe thudded down, splitting the scales and biting shallowly into the flesh underneath. When Owle shifted back to human form she would have a broken shoulder.

Athan paused for a moment. Thinking, thinking. How did you deal with a lot of people in one clustered area in order to get to a glowing green portal?

Oh, wait. He had the masochist sword. So while everything went down, car aside, flaming tornado, Athan concocted a plan.

A quick turn towards Tweak.

"Think of something that will hurt a lot, and do it to me."

Even as he spoke his right hand lowered to the hilt of the sword at his side. Even after pulling it out of its sheathe, the sword was already growing. Yes, that's right, growing. The bruised ribs, the needles, the shotgun blast on his left arm, all of that combined to make the sword extend from the width and length of a short sword to something equivalent of Cloud's buster sword. An impressive weapon, but it wasn't big enough. No, not for what he was planning.

Tweak just kind of looked at Athan with an expression that screamed, "...What the ********?" He only said it a moment later as he shrugged and snatched the electro prod handle extending out of the side of his pack.

Not like he knew what the guy was thinking. He barely even knew what he was thinking at the moment. That right arm of his was still just kind of gimpy hanging there. He looked like s**t, and so he was just following orders at this point amongst dealing with all the numbing pain flooding his senses.

He was standing, although not well, when he managed to get the thing out. A couple seconds pause as he considered what he was about to do and then...

The entire rod got full on slammed into Athan's crotch, hard as Tweak could with one hand, as he pressed the button to fire off the shock. He had seen Athan take a shock from one of these in the shoulder...was this man enough of a beast to take it to the CENSOR?

And then Tweak shoved a cattle prod into his crotch. His first reaction was to curl up and hold back crying out in pain. Then his second reaction was to actually cry out in pain and arch his back, screaming aloud in both rage and anguish.

Oh yeah, that was more than enough. Both hands held tight to the weapon as he held it vertically in front of him. That weapon was already impressive, but now it was effing huge. Fifteen feet in all, and sharp as hell.

Not to mention really imposing.



Once he finally settled down, sweat, pain and all, he turned his head over his shoulder to look at Angel.

"Now make me go that way."

As he pointed towards the portal.

Angel's eyes twinkled as Athan asked her to make him go that way. It gave her the perfect opportunity to strike at the man but not get in trouble for it. She lifted her good arm, right hand, and shot a ball of energy at Athan, closely formed like a shield, yet sending a blast to his back. She was using it to knock him off his feet, quite literally, and sending him towards the pillar of green light.


And just at that moment, the marble faded from his tattoo. Athan nearly dropped right there, but by some mark of fate, the marble in his vest pocket ripped out of the hole and stuck itself to the brand on his right hand.

And Athan was off like a rocket. Well, perhaps more like a high velocity, near quarter ton man made of little more than muscle, bone, and a lot of easily disposable blood. Arms strained as he brought the sword from its position in front of him to his side as he flew through the air with all the force a pent up ball of concussive energy would allow. All the way towards the ********, towards the portal. And as he neared the grouping of people Athan would loose such a distinct primal roar that most anything in the surrounding area would fall silent. Except for some pigeons. They thought it was a good idea to get the hell outta there as they took off in droves. So with the strength that Athan had come to be known for, he'd swing that (really effing) long, sharp sword all the way across his body, cutting down anyone that was stupid enough to not get out of the way. Anyone that was stupid enough to get in the way and throw a shield in the path of it would find a lot of kinetic energy thrown into them, more than likely batting them aside if they didn't meet Athan with as much force as he was throwing into it.

Which was about the equivalent of a freakin' truck, all things considered.

As a sidenote, since they were a long ways away from the center of the fountain to begin with, Athan'd have plenty of time to swing that sword before meeting the cluster. Balance issues taken into consideration.

And if that wasn't enough, he'd probably keep going all the way into the portal, unless somebody blindsided the guy with a vending machine, or a rough equivalent.

(Anyone within a fifteen foot half-circle of the portal on the South side...this applies to you.)

((Eeyup. Forgot to mention that due to misinterpreting Impact's post. Do you want me to edit that in? Going from evaporated Powerhouse to Attacker.))

((Just want to verify: Team Sieg-Shiro-Gareth is up, right?))

((Seriously, if you guys don't have a post now... mad ))