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((Oops sorry dude... my bad... my mind has been elsewhere for the most part when I'm posting for the RP and what not...))

((Anyways aside from that...since I'm going very slow on replies Krovh wins nothing seriously bad happens except a few people are like "Oh those dirty AoH bastards we should go kill them all!" And AoH is like "Ah crap we underestimated those fags... next time well send a battalion of tanks and a two infantry battalions that will give em a bad day.... yeah..." and the AoS guys are like drooling on themselves back in Union while all this is going on.... but as for casualties Krovh I don't think they took any... but AoH took many... thy only got like two tanks out of their and like one soldier dude... and they lost a helicopter and the crew to another one craped their pants because that weird guy in the corner scared them...the end))

((but all in all AoH was sucking while AA was show just how high speed they are...))

The bullet hit Devon's shoulder, and he stumbled backwards and swore. His hand returned to normal and he smiled. "Nifty belt..." He muttered to himself. He sensed his powers were back, and grinned. "Now for my trick." Both of his hands turned a dark silver, and grew in length. One turned into a small Howitzer, the other a 4 foot gatling gun. He started to fire the howitzer at the ground in front of him, as the gatling gun sprayed into the smoke cloud.


(6,4,3, 40)
((Power attack to turn arms into two different weapons, 1 power usage per post for ammo upkeep.))

"Damn it..." A.C. managed to get most everyone else out of the restaurant under cover of the cloud--at one point she had to go flying through the spread of bullets to get to a tipsy couple--but it was awkward and a little frightening with how much it reminded her of the field. There was more than one reason she wasn't a soldier very often.

A few people where left, A.C. was sure, but she couldn't find them and figured staying was a lost cause. She slipped out with the last group and made as if herself a mere patron. She'd moved too fast for them to really see her in the first place, anyway.

A group of five people in full body armor burst into the room. One of them rolled a small device down to the small explosives, an energy dome appearing over them as they went off, leaving nothing but a slightly damaged floor. Another one leaped in the way of the howitzer shots, an energy field appearing around him, the shots dissolving as they hit. The third pulled the pin from a grenade-like object, chucking it at the ground as hard as she could. The entire room was filled with a blue aura as powers were nullified.
The two remaining pulled out large guns, firing a shot at Devin, and the other moving and holding the gun aimed at Minerva.
"Don't move, girl." The digitized voice echoed out at Minerva.
The round that was shot at Devin contained a foam round, that, upon contact, enveloped the body, save the head, effectively binding the target.

"Local Law Enforcement, Lady. Who do you think we work for?" The voice echoed out. "You're going to have to come with us."

"You're injured. I can help you." The voice responded, pulling a can and a small remote-looking device from their belt. They aimed the can at her shoulder, a jet of goo shooting out, her arm numbed. The remote made a noise, and the bullet popped out of her shoulder, hovering in midair. The remote beeped again, and the gel glowed briefly, and the wound healed.

"Unconvincing, and unlikely." The hollow voice piped again. "You are still under arrest. Do you need help in standing?"

"Your point?"