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The Golden Path; Any XFI in the Building
Topic Started: Jun 29 2012, 04:30 PM (1,275 Views)
Jet Black
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Jamie spoke, thank god. He started as he tried to sit up a little, and while she was in pain he sounded as though he had something important to say. It would have to wait as Jamie notice the pointed end of the blade sticking in front of her shoulder.

He moved to try and have Jet lay down but she wasn't going to lay on the butcher knife, so she propped herself up with her other arm. He told her she was going to be fine, she spoke back, "Yeah, well that's good news." She gave a small groan as all the movement was hurting the injury. He ripped her shirt and apologized.

As he wrapped his hand around the blade he said that it was for the blouse and what he was going to do next. Jet barely had time to say, "Oh it's just a shir-" before Jamie pulled the blade from her shoulder. She replied, "Ahh!! Motherfuck!!" As she cursed from the pain he made another duplicate to help. While one applied pressure, the other asked who did this, "Jubilee... she's one of them. Guido is too..."

Her voice was grave, unsure of who else was a Skrull, if Jamie was then she was in serious trouble as her life was in their hands. The only one who'd be able to help her would be Riva, that is if she wasn't one of them too. They spoke back and forth to one another, that the bleeding was bad and the blonde would need stitches. One dupe moved to elevate the blondes feet. She raised an eyebrow at the two Jamie's and one asked if she was alright.

Swatting the air towards the two with her free hand she spoke, "I'll be alright." She sat up. "Fuck the hospital we got work to do." Jesus tity fucking Christ it hurt so bad though, "If we can't stop the bleeding with pressure we'll have to go the Sly Stallone route. We don't have time for hospitals." Jet had to bite the bullet and fight through the pain. The Sylvester Stallone plan was one she had seen a few times before.

Burn the injury to stop the bleeding. Not the smartest of plans but it would stop the bleeding. They could treat it properly later. She used her hand to grab on Jamie's arm, "I'm serious... We've already got team members who are those things, those Skrulls. We can't afford to have anyone down. If you can't stop the bleeding... I think you know what I'm talking about. And remember, the blade went all the way through, we'd have to close both sides. We're out of time..."

They were out of options as well. If Jet was willing to burn her injuries to stop the bleeding the others had to be too. They couldn't risk another man down, not knowing how many of them were even taken over by the Skrulls. She looked at the dupes, waiting for them to make the call. The blonde didn't know that just right outside, with Blake, was the Skrull that posed as her best friend.

And she was already starting to feel the effects of the blood loss.
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Strong Guy
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Thanks to Guido’s knowledge of Blake, Phlanz knew all about that little annoying little buffer of his. He’d always wondered just how much abuse that thing could take. Since there wasn’t really much defining the upper limits of his own strength, he was going to have fun finding out! Hurling the mailbox with terminal velocity at the fallen mutant, he was somewhat surprised when it smashed against the pavement where Blake had been a second prior. Phlanz glanced over just in time to see him skidding to a halt several yards away. “Slippery little devil,” he said with dark appreciation. “I’m gonna have fun tearin’ you apart.”

What happened next was something he hadn’t seen coming. Blake rocketed sideways and clotheslined a utility pole-slicing clean through it and driving wooden splinters out the other side as his arm emerged unscathed. “What are you a lumberjack? I’m over here you-“

He looked up in time to see the pole toppling forward toward him, live wires snapped free, sparking light and sizzling with deadly energy. Moving with speed that seemed to bely his mammoth form, he got out of the way of the crashing pole as it slammed into a parallel parked Volvo and narrowly missed getting caught in the wrath of the power line. What he didn’t see was the Blake bullet raining down on him from above.

The collision drove him backwards and through the wall of a neighboring building with a thunderous crash. Laying on the ground with brick and mortar covering his body, Phlanz suddenly grinned. He could feel the kinetic energy begin to flood his muscles and his hand wrapped around Blake’s head as he sat up and before the dicey bloke could slip away he slammed him hard into the ground, half burying him in the floorboards as he got up. Looking around he was pleased to see a piano nearby.

It made a glorious out of tune clang as it came crashing down on Blake.

With that taken care of, he stepped through the opening. There were a few other useless humans that needed help exiting their miserable lives.
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Songbird
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She could be a bit ditzy and act goofy at inappropriate times, sure. But when the realization of what was occurring hit home and she finally realized that there were ships over their heads that were intent on taking over her home, she had sprung into action. Perhaps it was a bad choice, but her initial reaction was to check back in with Director Hill. Since she is technically in a probationary period from SHIELD, she thought that they may be able to give her some more information or point her and possibly the rest of XFI in a direction that they could be more useful. Her attempts to reach them were uneventful. Melissa had even taken to the sky, flying low enough not to draw any attention from the Skrulls, but the helicarrier was either camoflauged or had moved to another position.

So Songbird did the only thing she knew to do, and that was to return to XFI. She had no extra information or anything of use, but she could at least help them in whatever endeavors they decided to do to stop the Skrull invasion. As she rounded the corner and came onto the street where the XFI building was, gliding along at the rooftop level, she saw what looked to be Guido. A mailbox was thrown, power poles were falling around, and she saw Guido and Blake disappear into the side of the building. Just as she swooped in low and tilted her wings back, a green Guido emerged from the building just as Songbird touched down right in front of him.

"Guido?" Melissa asked, her eyes moving around quickly to survey the situation. "No... not Guido," she said to herself, both hands clenching into fists. She took a few steps back from the behemoth of a man, if she could call him that, and shook her head. "You were my eating buddy... not one of those things!"

Songbird pointed towards the sky at the ship and she filled with anger and frustration. Her memory went back to a mission that she had with Zita and Creed, where they were ruthlessly killing every guard in their path, and how she had attempted to smooth things over. In the end, she was basically told that she would join them in their graves if she didn't comply. At the time, she was scared shitless of Sabretooth and only nodded her agreement. It was one of those things that haunted her, especially now that Creed was on the loose. She was so gutless and yielded so easily, even though she knew she possessed a power that could stop most people in their tracks. This time it would be different. She would at least stand her ground.

Melissa opened her mouth and drew in a deep breath, filling those mutated lungs of her's, while her eyes locked onto Phlanz's own green ones. She then held both arms up, as if that would intensify the effect, and then unleashed a scream that shook the buildings behind him and would most likely screw him up. At least... she hoped it would screw him up.
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Overkill
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THe Guido alien started mouthing off when he went for the power pole, but it didn't last. It caught on fast and the chatty arogance was ditched in favour of not dying. It was a good sign. The thing was scared of the power lines, so it was vulnerable enough. But Blake didn't stick around and gawp. He noticed the astonishingly nible response for the corner of his eye, but it was not where his focus lay. He shot upwards, executing things exactly as planned to rocket down at his foe. It was time to test the thing for other vulnerabilities. Guido could take this hit, but could the alien? It seemed the enemy didn't see attack on its way, as the swift dodging skills from the power line attack made no return and Blake smashed into the pretender with ground shattering impact strength.

The next few moments were chaos, it was like being trapped under a giant wave, the churning and spinning and bouncing as the results of the attack played themselves out. Guido had been sent back through a nearby building while Blake came tumbling to a haphazard stop just inside the Guido shaped hole he'd just created. He lifted his head and assessed the area for a moment, trying to get his bearings from the dizzying effect of the 'emergency landing'. Dust hung in the area everywhere and Blake coughed as he pushed him self up and tucked his knees underneath him, preparing to stand. He didn't see Guido anywhere, and for a moment he had a fleeting hope that the alien wasn't tough like their team mate was. It was sorely missguided however.

A hand shot out through the dust and clamped around Blake's head. It would have been nice to have a moment to swear profusely but apparently the Skrull was over its chattiness and it threw Blake to the ground straight away. The vice grip had been a warning, if only a slight one and allowed Blake to half get his buffer up before he hit the floor. The force was completely stunning however, and the defensive shield drifted away as the Englishman lay reeling on the ground. His head felt like it had been taken to with a jack hammer and he could do little more than groan before the piano came down. Thank fully he was buiried enough in the floor boards that the piano did little serious damage and Blake's head finally started to clear.

His vision swam less and less with each passing second and he began to take deeper and deeper breaths despite his sides aching with pain. It was time to get back out there. Blake tried to push up with his back until a screech filled the air. His face contorted as he clamped his hands over his ears. The building shook and creaking and groaning came from the floor, though it was inaudible over the sonic scream. Then the floor gave way and he cascaded down to the basement with a half destroyed piano in hot pursuit. Both were halted about half a story down by large wooden crate and thank fully huge speeds hadn't been achieve in that short fall. Still the force of the piano landing on top of him knocked Blake out before the large musical weapon tumbled off the side of the crate and to the floor. Quiet fell over the scene as the Englishman's pained head tried to clamber its way back into the land of the conscious.
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Jamie Madrox
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He heard her. Again…talking about Jubilee and Guido as the masquerading demons that were taking over the planet. Though the weight of Prime still hung around his neck like a proverbial millstone, focusing his attention on Jet was definitely taking some of the edge off of that. He didn’t like it at all, but he had to admit…the explosion in Madison’s laboratory was a little too convenient to be completely coincidental. It had effectively knocked their prime grade security system out of commission. Honestly Jamie wasn’t sure how much of that had been recovered. Worse yet, he wasn’t sure how much it really mattered.

Grimacing as he cleaned the wound with a pre-packaged sterile pad, he realized that the bleeding was hardly slowing. The pad soaked red and he tossed it aside as Jet swore like a drunken soldier at him. He glanced down at the butterfly stitches and then back up at her with slow blinking eyes as he tried to process what it was that Jet was saying to him exactly.

“What? No! I can’t just burn you…”

He started to shake his head again and noticed how her head sort of lolled to one side a little. Her eyelids were droopy and he knew she was probably right. He could get her to the hospital…and probably in time. But right now there was a fight going on, and between the crashing upstairs and the series of thunderous smashing sounds coming from outside…he knew he had to make a decision quickly.

“Okay…okay.” He scrubbed a hand through his hair, matting it back with some of her blood and then looked at his fingers. “Okay. Sit here. I’ll be right back.” Immediately he got a propane torch and an iron fire poker. He glanced out the window on the way back to her and saw Songbird heading toward a smashed in building across the street.

Igniting the flame, he put it to the tip of the poker and headed back in to where Jet was. She looked ashen, but he knew it was only going to get worse. Grabbing his leather jacket, he balled up a sleeve and gave it to her. “Bite down on this. This is going to hurt…a lot.” The poker was glowing red and as he gently touched it to the flesh of her wounded shoulder a scream from outside drowned out Jet’s voice and shattered every window on the first floor.
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“Fucking hell!” T’Vorah, the skrull posing as the beloved Jubilee, shouted when the feral tackled her. That damn blast would have knocked holes clean through the other two had they hit. Kyle truly was a great attack dog. Instead, the energy collided with the roof causing portions of it to drop in the opening of the kitchen sealing them off from the others. The intervention of Riva kept the rest of it from collapsing. T’Vorah shook her head and looked to the feral creature with utter disgust. When he threw a punch at her face, she moved to the side while driving her knee into his gut. “I always hated you the most, mongrel.” She then brought an elbow down on his back and pushed him away. “It’s about time you got put down.”


Intense amber eyes barely closed from the intense rush of adrenaline that pumped through the body of the Wild Child as his fist collided with the floor and a knee took to his gut from the slippery Skrull. The dense musculature protected him a bit from the blunt force of the smaller framed alien for the most part, slowly losing himself to the animal within as the territorial instinct to protect what was his overtook him. A heavy growl of a breath exhaled from the fanged mouth as he turned his head to the impostor of one of his friends. No words, just an expression to vocalize what he was going to do. Quick feet moved him close, grabbing her by the shirt with one hand before tossing her into the table. Another snarl before he moved again to pick her up off the floor to slam her into the wall. “Tell me…what color d’ya bleed?” He asked with an almost sadistic undertone of joy in his voice. “Fuck it, I’ll find out myself.”


The mutt was resilient. She would have to take it up a notch in order to do any real damage to him. T’Vorah held onto his arm as he snatched her off the floor and slammed her through the table and then pinned her to the wall. He was pissed off and that only made her smile. These creatures were so easily set off it was ridiculous. All she had to do was push this button here and that button there and Kyle would slip up. T’Vorah’s eyes shifted into their natural black and golden color as she stared deep into his. She spat right into his face and grabbed both sides of his head; her palms lit up as she pumped hot energy out. T’Vorah pushed off the wall driving him backwards into a cabinet. She picked up one of the broken table legs. “Come on!”


“Grah!” He roared in pain as he was knocked back as the sides of his face were set alight from the mimicked power. He felt that at the least. His skin was red where the blast hit him along his face, mainly on his ears, and hair which was partially burnt off now. Kyle pushed himself up off the cabinet with a grunt before the feral eyes looked at the alien. She was tempting him now that she was armed, but she was always armed with Jubilee’s power. Kyle didn’t care. He just cared about what these things were doing to his team, his family. He would not let that happen any longer. Wild Child jumped upwards, grabbing onto the ceiling fan of the kitchen, using it momentarily to swing from it, feet first into the skrull to catch her by surprise before he would bring down his entire body weight on her. The punches began to just come at a fast onslaught of blows as the emotional feral began just letting loose. “Kill you! Kill all of you!” He spouted incoherently as he beat her. Then the claws came out and his hands closed around her throat, the long thick nails began digging into her flesh slowly as he applied more and more pressure, avoiding the major arteries, wanting her to suffer. “Die.”


It smelled terrible now that the dirty dog’s flesh was singed, but she ignored it and spun the leg around ready to drive it straight through his gut. Instead he surprised her with a display of the species’ ancestors. T’Vorah fell backwards with him landing on top of her. He assaulted her face with as much fury as he could muster, knocking her head side to side. As he wrapped his clawed hands around her throat and began to choke, T’Vorah cracked him across the head with the table leg and punched him in the neck with a much force as she could from a laying position. <”Get off of me!”> She brought her knee up into his lower spine over and over until she was able to get from under him. T’Vorah rolled to the side, got to her feet, and instantly sent out a few globules aimed at his face and torso that would explode with the combined force of a frag.


He rolled out of the way of the first couple of blasts, but then that last one caught him in the shoulder, ripping through the clothing that covered it, flesh and partially the bone in certain areas. His right arm went limp for the moment as his healing factor had already started working on patching the mutant up again. The pain he felt however did not stop his berserker momentum as he lunged and slashed forward, catching her in the stomach with a swipe. Though it did not go as deep as he wished, it was definitely that would slow her down to get the kill. Which was just what he needed. Kyle held up his claw that got her, getting a look at the blood, a dark green that reminded him of the forests he cherished from simpler times, before he focused on her again, eyes filled with killing intent. He was going to end this with one more strong slash as his clawed left hand began to swipe the air aimed for her.


A few of the globules hit their mark causing bits of flesh to burn away. T’Vorah spat up a bit of blood just as he rushed her one more time. This bastard was persistent, hellbent on taking her down. She blasted him once again, but he somehow pushed through and slashed her across the gut. She held on as blood seeped through her fingers. The situation had just gotten serious. T’Vorah was not about to give this mongrel the satisfaction of killing her, not now and not later. Another slash like that and she would not survive. So when he raised his hand to do it again, she reached out to the molecules of the oven causing it to explode behind Kyle. But that was not all. The gas from the pipelines ignited and the kitchen was filled with fire. Before the flames reached her, T’Vorah ran and phased through the side of the building leaving the mutant to burn to death. Out in the alley she coughed up more blood. Phlanz would have to deal with them on his own while she ran to get patched up.


The next few seconds felt like everything ran in slow motion as he saw the sparks fly from her hand and out behind him. He first thought she was just delirious and missing because of blood loss, but he was sorely mistaken as he allowed himself the hesitation to turn his head slightly to see what she actually hit. His face that wasn’t burnt off went pale. Then everything became very loud and hot. The feral’s body flew through and hit against the wall, his body burning, and bits of shrapnel digging into his body. He wasn’t even conscious for it anymore, but he did feel that brief second of blinding white hot pain that felt like an eternity before it all went black. Sprinklers in the brownstone began to go off in attempt to put out the fire of the explosion that all but destroyed the kitchen, just beginning to put out the flames on the Wild Child’s body as the alien escaped.

[[Jubilee exit]]
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Hearing the second crash as the piano crashed through the floor into the level below Guido stopped in the doorway with his back turned to the room behind him and grinned maliciously. Somehow he doubted that the Brit’s buffer would have done much for him in that fall. But either way, he was out of the picture for the time being and that was good enough for Phlanz. Brushing his meaty hands together with a sense of accomplishment he stepped out of the rubble and into the street-not bothering to cover up his olive colored skin. Hearing a familiar voice halted him in his tracks.

“Sweet little Songbird,” he said in return. “We can still be eatin’ buddies. Let’s see if you got a taste for some real-“ He never got all of the words out. With pathetic defiance the brunette had planted her feet firmly on the ground, clenched her fists and sucked in a deep breath. The onslaught that followed was something that took Guido completely off guard.

Sonorous waves washed over him with hurricane gust strength, flipping his topknot back and plastering it against his shorn head as he leaned into the wall of sound and tried to make headway. His oversized sneakers slipped on the concrete and he had to all but lay into the wrathful noise with gritted teeth and a husky growl. Pushing his strength for all he was worth, his muscles rippled like whitecaps on a stormy lake, but he barely moved three steps as glass exploded from vehicle windows all around him, showering him with razor sharp shards of glass.

A Volkswagen went into a top heavy roll, smacking into him and hurling him against a wall.
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Jet Black
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Jamie protested it had to be expected. No one would ever be comfortable cauterizing a wound, even a friends wound. She narrowed her eyes at him. She turned at the sound of a crash she heard outside, it jostled her wound and caused her to hold her shoulder and cry out in pain.

He agreed and left, few moments later he returned with a poker and handed her his jacket. Telling her to bite down. As she took the jacket, she spoke, “No shit, Sherlock.” Giving him a pained smile and grabbing the other dupes’ hand, “Sorry ahead of time.” She put the jacket in between her teeth. The scorching hot poker was pressed against her skin.

The sizzle of her blood and flesh closed the wound. She screamed through the jacket, as she did her scream was tuned out with a different scream from outside. The smell, the pain, and the blood it was all a horrible memory of her run in with the Scrambler. She squeezed the dupe’s hand, hard.

The blonde screamed until her lungs ran out of air. When Jamie stopped, she took gasping breaths. While her wound still hurt, badly, she looked at the glass that shattered, “I didn’t do that.” She groaned and let go of the dupes’ hand. She sat quiet for a moment before looking up and Jamie and saying with a small smile, “Thank you.”

Her smile slowly faded, “Now help me up. We have Skrulls to beat up.” Even through the pain, she would fight it off and get these damned Skrulls off their planet. Two being a part of their faction. And if that was any indication of how their allies were doing, then they were in just as much trouble as they were.
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The sound of Jet screaming was something Jamie never wanted to hear again. And as he held the glowing metal against her skin and the smell of burned flesh hit his nose he felt like he was going to hurl. But telling himself it was for the best, and hearing the sonic screaming pealing through the shattered window into the room Jamie continued with the ugly business until it looked like the gaping wound had been healed on both sides. It wasn’t something he felt happy about, and seeing how Jet seemed shaky on her feet afterward he couldn’t resist the feeling of guilt that welled up within.

Distantly he wondered if Logan was going to be understanding when word got out that he’d burned Jet. But there was no time to dwell on that right now.

“Right,” he said with a nod. He looked at the wicked metal in his hand and then set the poker on a tabletop with the hot metal jutting over the edge. The smell of smoke hit him and he looked at Jet intently. “You sure? I’m not a doctor but you look pretty shaky Jet…” A chorus of smoke alarms started going off, and Jamie glanced over his shoulder again toward the kitchen.

She could see the look in his face. The blonde used her uninjured arm to raise her hand and place a hand on his shoulder. He asked if she was sure about moving towards Skrulls.

Jet narrowed her eyes at him and said, “Jamie… we can’t stop. The day we stop fighting back as heroes… that’s the day we fail so many people. People to save, people we lost. I’m willing to push forward. After all I’ve been through. Death, the end of the world, the Purifiers.”

Jet looked back towards the kitchen, smoke slowly rolled out from the area. “One of you should stay here, and if Songbird’s out there screamin… she’s fighting one of them. I’m not taking the chance on leaving her alone if it’s Guido. You know as well as I do the punch in his power. I don’t want to lose any more people and these Skrulls are getting on my bad side.”

Her smile had faded. It was time to get into action as heroes. Mutant heroes helping, not just mutants or just humans, but all of humanity from the Skrulls.

“I’m not saying we should stop,” he said as he took her gently by the shoulders and guided her over to a chair. “Just relax for a minute. Get your breath. It’s not going to help anyone if you go out there and get yourself killed.” He looked at her intently in the eye, wishing it was an appropriate time to mention Prime. “Trust me…I couldn’t handle it if something happened to you.”

Hoping she would listen, he glanced worriedly over his shoulder again. “Look, just relax for a minute. I have to go check on something.” He backed away, keeping one finger in the air as he locked eyes with her. “Stay,” he said seriously. Turning around he jogged out of the room and headed for the flaming kitchen.

Jamie was telling her that he wasn’t suggesting stopping just to relax. He led her to a chair and sat her down. Mentioning that he wouldn’t be able to handle it if something happened to her.

His fears were understandable. She nodded and relaxed in the chair. He told her to stay, she nodded and replied while holding up her index and middle finger together, “Scouts honor.”

He left heading towards the kitchen. Jet put down her hand and muttered quietly, “Too bad I’m not a Scout.” She stood up and quickly headed for the front door. Opening it and seeing Songbird had screamed the fake Guido hard enough to pin a VW to him.

“Songbird, the kitchen exploded, go help with the fire, I’ll take care of Guido.” The blonde was so sure sounding, even with her shoulder hurting, like any other stab wound would hurt, she ignored it and bared through the pain.

While it seemed foolish, Jet wanted to face this imposter personally.
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Blake groaned and cracked open his eyelids. Where was he? It took a few seconds to remember, he was underneath a building. He sighed and tried to lever himself up from the crate. He knew people didn't normally stay unconscious for long, the question was just how long had it been. Less than a minute was pretty common, but if he was lucky it would have only been a few seconds. He didn't want to consider what would have happened if the Guido-skrull had had a minute to work on those inside the XFI building. Then he remembered Songbird was there, he smiled, sure it had likely been her scream that had wound up with him down here, but none the less it was nice to know that someone was taking care of their friends.

With a deep breath the Englishman pushed himself up and tucked his knees underneath him. His vision blurred again and he suppressed the urge to vomit, it was likely a concussion, but he knew the result would be much worse than that for lots of people if he didn't get back out there and back into the fight. He battled to his feet and blinked a few times as he continued to come round. Not wanting to start back up his energy core just yet, he jumped up and caught a hold of the edge of a floorboard above, hauling himself up onto it and back into daylight, the sun's rays flooding back in through the hole he and Guido had made in the outer wall.

He didn't know where the large imposter was, but he saw the door to HQ sitting open. His heart rate quickened as he wondered if Guido had finished Songbird and gone after the others. The thought spurred him on as he dashed across the road avoiding wreckage from the fighting, and even noticing fresh evidence of battle such as an over turned VW Beetle and all sorts of other things that had been dislodged by their Sonic teammate's scream. Blake jumped over a cluster of brick work as he ran, stumbling slightly upon landing, his legs were almost back. Then he noticed Song standing there and he grinned. He wasn't too late.

"Ohthankgod."
He stammered as he neared her.
"I was gettin' pretty worr-"
He was cut off by Jet's voice coming from inside.
"Jet! You're alright!"
He said with surprise in his tone.
"Be careful of this thing guys, it 'as all Guido's powers and maybe even more. Plus I 'ave no idea if it shares the weak 'eart. If we're gonna take 'im on, it needs to be a team effort."
He said breathlessly.
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For now there was nothing to do but wait.

Eventually the boisterous broad had to stop for a breath of air. Phlanz waited her out, pinned to the brick wall behind the Volkswagen he could feel the kinetic energies saturating his muscles, and the resulting strain they were putting on his body. His shirt stretched and ripped at the seams and when the sound finally died out Phlanz grinned.

Driving his hands into the Volkswagen he pried in opposite directions until the frame literally broke in half with a loud creaking wrench. The windshield shattered and sent glass cascading outward like drops of rain and he stood there staring at Songbird with rage.

“Shut yer piehole,” he said.

Lifting half of the Bug up over his head. “Or I’ll give ya somethin’ to scream a-“

With the sudden emergence of Blake he took the opportunity to rid himself of half of the vehicle, hurling it at the blathering Brit and raising the other half for Songbird. And that was when Jet stepped out. He halted in mid-swing and just looked over at her, the look of sheer rage dying on his face just a little as she stood there in miniature defiance.

He held his ground for a moment and then lowered the metal, dropping it to the ground with a noisy clang. For the time he didn’t say anything. Things were about to get turned upside down anyway. Now wasn’t the time for words.

“She loves ya,” he said to them. Of course they couldn’t understand. How could they? “You’ll see,” he said as he ticked off the minutes in his mind. “Things’ll make a lot more sense in a bit.”
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