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A shade under five and a half feet tall, Raven did not look like a half-insane warrior... until you looked in his eyes. When St. Williams had gazed into those soulless violet eyes the night before, she had sensed a great potential for the organization in the man. Minutes later, the ceremony was undertaken. Acute pain had shot through his body when they tattooed the symbols of power on his flesh, but he did not even draw in a sharp breath, only watched. His accessory laid in place, the command to activate the Marble in the back of his mostly machine mind.

Now Raven stood in the shadows of the dilipidated building, once again committing the careful, yet simple, design of his tattoo to his memory while contemplating at least three other things at the same time. The one thing that took up most of his focus was his teammates: the freak Toxin, and one he had yet to meet, Xypher. They had his cell phone number - it rested in his pants pocket instead of one of the many pouches on his two looping belts - but hadn't called. They could find him if they wanted, though, couldn't they?

"Maybe I should go ******** around," Raven wondered aloud, his deep, gruff voice projecting around him. None of the Saint's minions would care or even acknowledge him, though, so he really didn't feel stupid about it.

(*Note: Raven had given Xypher and Toxin his cell phone number, not the Fists of Power.)

Gamma was moving with more intent now, despite the sad face his mask held. Arms swinging with every step as he hustled towards the crappy orange hatchback. It was good to see nobody stole it.

Of course, no self respecting thief would look at it twice.

Miles grinned, proudly displaying his teeth which weren't in the best of condition. Seemed ancient times didn't have the best of opinion for dental hygiene. It didn't bother him though, he was missing a few any ways.

Stopping some ways from the car he looked about.

And what did he spy with his little eye?

Well it was just a cursory glance; but a tingling in him made him pause and concentrate. There, just by the office was another individual and the longer he looked the more intense that tingle become and it wasn't long tell his whole spine quivered with built up fervour.

Forgetting the quarrel for a moment he called to the others to look where he did.

His eyes followed the general direction of where Miles had pointed, spying the short man as well. A shiver ran up his spine, it was not fear, no, he had felt that on many occasions, but this was different. It felt like when he got hold of the marble for the first time, and the new one neatly held in the back of his mouth. Silently, he knew they all came to the same conclusion: that man, boy, whatever, had a marble. He began a coughing fit to attract the attention of the pair, covering his mouth with one hand, and as it finished he pulled it down and to the side. If you looked carefully, and if you were either Miles or Gamma, you would have noticed that Eustathios had dragged his thumb across his throat as he brought the hand down. And then he raised his right eye brow slightly, indicating a question. Should or shouldn't they?

Xypher walked slowly out of the entrance of the building. He was rubbing the tattoo he had got. It had been placed over his belly button, the marble shone in its place. It seemed like a good place to be, it was in his centre of mass, it wouldn't be throwing his natural weight off to one side when he was moving too much. As he walked his hands slowly glided to the four sheaths along his belt, slowly he felt the handle on each dagger. They felt familiar, better than any dagger he would pick up, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be able to use a random dagger.

Xypher was heading towards Raven, catching him in the shadows. He moved swiftly as he walked, his mind already searching for his light adaption spell. As he got close he spoke in a whispered tone, knowing Raven would be able to pick it up. "We should move out now, and explore the city. Toxin is capable of catching up, and we both know that..." His dark skin blended into the shadows. With his clothes on he looked almost completely invisible alone, without any magical effect. The only thing giving him away now was the slight glow a dagger was giving him, reflecting part of his pant leg...

Whoosh

Boom.

Gamma was on his knees in a flash. Or rather; an explosion. That massive chainsaw was released as his hands found his favored sidearm with blind confidence. A kneeling position, an automatic weapon, and about a roads-width range.

It was like a shooting gallery, only closer.

Both hands held the eight-pound pistol steady as the recoilless action spewed hot iron slugs at the pair. Gamma never carried the pistol with the safety on, so there would be no delay from trigger pull to burst fire. Each squeeze of the trigger would give life to five iron slugs with over 2 machs of muzzle velocity behind them.

They'd destroy flesh and pulverize armor. Steel plating would be render useless as flesh simply converted into hamburger. And since the range was so small and the pistol's weight defeated the muzzle jump, they'd both be under some pretty tight grouping of automatic fire.

After Gamma squeezed the trigger a couple times, the chainsaw hit the ground.

Xypher saw the spear move and the rocket come move before it was over halfway towards him. His instincts picked up, and he moved very quickly. He immediatly ducked and sprung off his legs, hitting the ground next to him, and rolling over his shoulder he was quickly up and back running again. His invisibility spell was still being cast, and as such he decided to run into the shadows, somewhere he could hide. As he ran he also made around a corner. He would get on a roof and attack from a hide whilst invisible...