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Well, that's progress.

It had a habit of, as Gamma has seen, just vaporizing under stress. Hit it and there's just smoke. Piss it off and the smoke grabs you. We'll see just how hard.

He'd give it a good yank until resistance reared it's ugly mug, and without missing a beat Gamma would drop the chainsaw and come in with a smoke-fanning bitchslap. A good opened hand swing with his right through the creature's head analogue.

And he'd do this a couple more times, like he was trying to fan smoke from a fire away from him. The concept was solid, but this thing obviously wasn't a campfire.

Time allowing, he'd bat at the shadow's head/neck/shoulders a few times before putting some effort into pulling again. And he'd haul the whole damn creature, stuck to his arm, off the ground and into a spin. A spin that'd lead Gamma to bash the shadow's lower half (waist/hips/legs) into the side of the junk mobile behind Gamma. Slam if there was some material to it, maybe just scatter enough of the smoke to get the little a*****e to let go.

"Couldn't just let the ******** go, could you?"

Gamma watched the smoke come around to make a pass at the remnants of the body. So he stepped to the side, and moved along the sidewalk. If it was slow moving it wouldn't be any match for Gamma hauling it's goal off into the sunset.

Meanwhile, assuming the thing was far lighter now, he'd go about making attempts to brush the little b*****d off. Using the heel of his right hand to scrape and bat at the clingy bits on his arm.

Gamma would welcome God and competitors alike. Because he'd slap the s**t out of them and roll the bodies for change and marbles. It's win-win!

Now that the problem was shrunken greatly, Gamma was just wiping at his arm and wrist with sweeps of his hand tight against the skin. He'd pick at bits between his fingers.

Occasionally whipping his left hand around to shake other parts off. Hopefully Gamma didn't wander into the bad part of some crappy neighborhood.

((Woo. And with only... Several hours on the table.))

Gamma slipped the reasonably hard-won marble into his jacket pocket. With three marbles on him, he was marble rich. But for not he was content with his current selection.

The mask turned happy as Gamma strolled down the street whence he came. He'd go by the junk mobile and get his chainsaw. Then mosey back to his own rented junk mobile.

Now he had some directions and a fancy new marble. arrow Fist of Power HQ

((Oh, Arc, if you're still reading this can you update the team status thing? Add the Stalwart? We should have two Rechargers and the Stalwart extra.))

Ironic, the crazies were getting angry at others for being crazy, but now they were gone, off to their next destination.

arrow Storefront.

The HQ was just up ahead now, wow this was pretty close by now that he thought of it.

arrow FoP HQ

Miles was sedating his blood lust by rending a random person he had come across while the Spartan looked for some explosives. The killing wasn't that much fun, they had been too weak to even really count. And to make matters worse someone had run out of the shadows, touched the guy and in a burst of light the guy got up again.

Damn good health insurance in the area it seemed.