Pandaemonium
Posts 22
Power Level 20
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Post by Pride on Oct 7, 2016 18:07:23 GMT -7
He could NOT believe this. Business had been slow and that in itself was a slight on his skills and dedication, but for him to have to close shop due to some...MASSIVE MONGREL!! Deciding to infect the city and ruin his dream and glory, IT WAS UNTHINKABLE AND MOST CERTAINLY UNFORGIVABLE. When he had taken a single step out of his salon and had some insect attempt to swipe at him, he had obliterated with a single flick of his wrist, of course sending it flying into the building opposing his own.
"How dare this so called DRAGON BELIEVE ITSELF BETTER THAN I!!!"
It would take him a half min- NO SECOND to reach the group of supers and show them why he was the greatest of sins and personally instruct this dragon to obey the mightiest of royalty. When he had reached them he immediately called to fellow sins.
"SINS I GIVE YOU MY DECREE OF PEACE SO THAT I MIGHT SHOW THIS MONGREL WHAT MISTAKES IT HAS PERFORMED!!!"
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Pandaemonium
Posts 78
Power Level 25
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Post by Dullahan on Oct 7, 2016 18:18:22 GMT -7
The skies were crowded this time, Dullahan noticed.
Not that the engineer was blameless on that front. Four small helicopters, each weighing less than a person, wandered downtown from their base in the slums. They were agile but unarmed, each one semi-autonomous as it sent Dullahan a different image of the battlefield. He was intrigued despite himself. The way that this dragon was capable of so efficiently weaponizing otherwise useless bodies was admirable, in a sense.
But that didn't mean he was going to let it win. Losing Emerald City would set Dullahan back in a number of ways. He instructed his helicopters to focus their cameras on where the thralls were most numerous and where there didn't seem to be any supers opposing them.
Then he began sending instructions to the other machines he had prepared for this day. On the other side of the city, some inconspicuous boxcars in the trainyard suddenly sprung to life. Hatches in the top opened and a line of enormous cannons that would have fit well on a battleship emerged and pointed high into the sky.
Dullahan's artillery support was ready to go.
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The Keepers
Posts 234
Power Level 31
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Post by Azoth on Oct 7, 2016 20:49:50 GMT -7
Azoth had been awaiting Geata’s arrival in the sanctum ever since she’d sent out the call. Back home, her supplies were scattered and further plans were left unfinished - unlike last time, she had not had the opportunity to get everything she wished done for the reason that she had been occupied gaining information that may be useful against the dragon for a part of the week before, and the dragon had decided to cut the estimates median and arrive on the very first day.
She had gotten a couple of item requests. HaLOS’s had taken by far the longest, and she was thankful she’d had the foresight to begin on them early so as to be done not long after it’d paid its end of the bargain. Another request from a fellow Keeper had been completed last night, and was now one of two reasons she was waiting down in the sanctum. Azoth had passed off the clothing Phenomenon had outlined, made perfectly to his specifications and his size. They would be free, of course; Azoth always worked for free before a dragon’s attack. If he ruined them in the fight, though, replacements would cost as usual.
When Geata arrived, she trotted up to him, a bag over her shoulder and the last of her requests clutched in her crossed arms. She gave no comment to the other passengers (or, one in particular), even if she was expecting a… significantly less busy ride. It reminded her of something, but what, it took until they reached the battlefield to place. A public bus; that’s what the mob of supers reminded her of. She supposed Geata was pretty proficient at the job.
She had waited until arrival on the battlefield to ask a moment of Geata’s time. “For you.” She stated, passing off the weapon much too large for her onto its rightful owner. It was a long blade with a large handle and guard, slid in a lightly textured carbon fiber sheath with a shoulder strap; heavy, yet overall surprisingly light for its size. She’d completed it just this morning.
“The longsword you requested.” She explained. “I have made it to a length to complement your height and weighted it accordingly. The grip should fit your hands well. It’s made of a metallic glass; a steel alloy that has a non-crystalline structure, allowing it a greater overall balance of physical and tensile strength than nearly any other material. It also constitutes to its light weight. This sword will be slow to dull and corrode, will be difficult to snap, and due to the properties of non-crystalline metals, will transfer a greater percentage of force back onto whatever you are striking with it, lessening the weight or ‘kick back’, you could say, on your end. It is also, as you have asked, good for stabbing things.”
Finally, from the bag she drew out a gasmask, should he need it, and two earpiece communicators. One she offered to Toko, and the other to Geata. Last time the dragon had taken down communication lines early, but that was not the sole function of the device; she’d placed a GPS each of them and in the one she wore. Should the worst come and one of them needed to be found, this was her hopes of making a way.
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The Keepers
Posts 36
Power Level 20
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Post by Phenomenon on Oct 7, 2016 21:03:45 GMT -7
Phenomenon was walking into the Sanctum, tapping a pen against a wall to a random rhythm. He had a package he needed to pick up, an upgrade to his attire from Azoth. Free, just because there was a dragon. The psychic had been in only his hoodie for a long time, but now, he felt, would be the time to get a bit of a boost. Azoth had prepared for him a suiting outfit, not much of a change from his usual one but greatly improved. What he would now be wearing was more of a trench coat style. It had a loose bottom but the fabric of it was very strong, reinforced with graphene underneath the rough outside cloth. The coat had a hood, as well as a new mask that was attached like a cowl. It now had a ventilation system, which would be useful in dealing with the spores above. The eyes could magnify what he saw and act as binoculars, or, more accurately, a spyglass. Its final feature was a speech disruptor that made what he said understandable but untraceable, giving it a mechanical accent as well. With the coat came boots, designed like jungle combat boots that could stay cool and ventilated while retaining traction and keeping out mud, water, snow, or any other dreadful thing they might come across. They weren't anything too special, just quite durable, fireproof, and practical. He nodded his thanks to her, not saying anything but definitely thankful. Still to the point, he hurried back off to his newest creation outside.
Before he had picked up this little drop of assistance, he had already prepared for the attack he intended to throw at this horde. As per usual, Phenomenon had walked to where he found himself beginning an excursion, a garage. He lived downtown, and was lucky enough to avoid becoming a plant mound. His mask had undergone an adjustment to compensate, now functioning as a gas mask as well to halt any spores from getting into his lungs. Currently, he was crashing through hordes of the plant thralls in a tricked out pick up truck he had created in a garage. It had a cowcatcher on the front of it, the edges covered in barbed wire. The was an absurd amount of barbed on the whole of the truck, almost like an exoskeleton that only left the windows uncovered. It was decked out with a variety of spikes and blades as well, on the sides and top of the truck. The bed was another weaponized part, carrying a fabulous contraption he had made. It was effectively a napalm turret made from several different containers with a pressure system, a garden hose operated by Phenomenon's telekinesis, and a lighter for ignition. The bottom of the bed had seat belts installed, as well as walkie talkies. Whoever he picked up would be well enough quipped to deal with their threats by taking control of the napalm turret.
The passenger side window was rolled down, and he was intending on letting a couple people ride with him in the cab if need be. It just needed dealt with. Phenomenon had guessed it was a dragon because of the immense power that it would take to to such a thing as this, and that there was a distant presence deep below him. A mind he couldn't access but only sense. It was startling, large, and almost blocked out by the drone of those near him both living and dying. It would have to be examined further later, the dragon would likely make a reveal after they killed enough of the monstrosities now roaming. The deathtruck crashed through hordes of them, starting to move in patrols across Emerald City looking to pick up anyone in need of a ride to battle or a potential crew. His stop at the Sanctum was but a small interruption of this, a much appreciated one. All were welcome, beckoned by the approaching rumble and a quick couple honks. Phenomenon himself was obviously at the wheel, and had tricked out the car's insides as finely as its exterior judging by the loud rumble it let out and the speed with which it slammed through the shambling roadblocks. He was controlling it with the same single-minded focus he paid most tasks, and his driving wasn't impeccable but quite a bit safer than one would think. Safe enough to make it a viable option.
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Unaligned
Posts 30
Power Level 17
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Post by Envy on Oct 8, 2016 11:48:49 GMT -7
This was easily one of the worst days of her life in a long time. Envy had faced dragons before, but generally had the good sense to run the hell away rather than get herself involved. The physical and emotional damage that she would suffer was usually not worth risk. She didn't want to participate, and the others didn't need to put up with someone like her. Despite having this power longer than most of these kids, she barely had any control over it. Even if she tried to show up, she would end up being a liability and end up causing the good guys more trouble.
So Envy made a habit of not appearing whenever the area she was staying at was at risk of being attacked. Last time one showed up in Emerald City, she skipped town and visited her family. Although that was supposed to be a relaxing vacation, her thoughts kept drifting back towards the people she left behind. Were the other Sins alright? What if one of her friends had been injured while she ran away like a coward instead of helping them?
For the first time Envy realized just how much she had grown attached to this city. It took a while, but she finally had contacts that she didn't want to replace. A new threat wanted to destroy this place, and things would be different this time. She would crush this monster herself. She would protect all of her current relationships, and the opportunities to start something new.
Envy finished off the latest bottle of her special drink and tossed it aside. She always had one specially reserved for these near-death experiences. It always served to calm her usual nervousness, and there was no way she was handling this shit sober to begin with.
First, she needed to find a group of people to help out, and they could move on from there. Trying to do anything herself would be pointless, but if she could help others without worrying about smaller issues, then even a weakling like her could be good to have around. |
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Rein Initiative
Posts 22
Power Level 17
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Post by Zenith on Oct 8, 2016 12:30:56 GMT -7
It had been a while since the last time she experienced a dragon engagement. Today marked the first encounter where she would be an active participant. All the others were simply witnessed firsthand as her mother helped the other Reins take down several beasts. Now their roles were reversed, as Zenith gradually took on more responsibilities out on the field. As the younger of the two, she ought to be the one risking her life while the other waited at the FOB. She was significantly easier to replace should anything tragic happen.
Today would be an excellent opportunity to showcase the full extent of her powers. The commander's orders were absolute—not that Zenith was entirely capable of showing mercy in the first place. The information acquired from attempting to reverse the dragon's possession might have been useful for future reference, but the risk of unintentionally exposing something to this disease was too great. It appeared as though even machinery could be infected, so her methods of trying to cure anyone afterwards may not even work.
After showing up near Solomon and Fleet, Zenith wandered off and neglected to inform the others of exactly where she was going. If it mattered, Seraphim would know already, or someone could call for her specifically. At the moment, she was tracking the movements of a rather large monstrosity, waiting until her electricity reached its peak efficiency. |
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Emerald City Bulwark
Posts 67
Power Level 27
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Post by Nemesis on Oct 8, 2016 13:29:20 GMT -7
Nemesis followed along with the others as they headed towards the rooftop. It might have been faster to head back down and drive out on her own, but the Bulwark was supposed to be a team. She had yet to fully give up on the idea of working together, and a dragon attack a lot of teamwork in order to save the most amount of people they could. Unlike last time, they couldn't just independently wail on the whale until it bled to death. These things had a plan of attack, so the heroes needed one as well.
Since Rainfall already brought up the issue of being too far away to attack, Nemesis decided to use the opportunity to bring up her own problem. It wasn't a requirement or else she wouldn't have even bothered showing up to ride the helicopter, she just liked stabbing things more than shooting bullets. “At least, I'll probably need to get dropped off somewhere, 'less we've got some spare guns lyin' around.”
It might be possible to create some sort of rifle like she did with swords, but that would require some time to experiment. She didn't know how to shoot, but she didn't really know how to drive either and that always worked out. Sometimes this power came in handy, especially when she needed to do things without being able to explain how they worked. Thinking along those lines, another idea popped into her head. Pointing in the general direction of the pilot's seat, she continued “ 'Course, I could always fly the thing 'stead of that guy.” |
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Unaligned
Posts 126
Power Level 21
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Post by Hooded Siren on Oct 8, 2016 16:10:17 GMT -7
Siren was still in bed when the attack began. In fact, she was only half dressed when Geata portaled to her room. Man what an awkward moment that was. Then in what felt like seconds later, here she was arriving with a platoon of Keepers smack dab in the middle of downtown. The air was thick and heavy with spores and those shambling mounds and the gaunt, Silent Hill-esque monstrosites were skittering like rats throught the streets. She didn't know how but she found a gas mask in her hand and instantly put in on her face. No way was she becoming a mindless zombie. Not today.
A quick scan of the area showed how desperate the situation was. No matter what civilians were going to be killed by super hands. The bloody media were going to have a field day with this one. The super massacre on media would be nothing compared to the massacre before her. The poor souls throwing themselves into barricades or merging into technology were beyond help. All they could do now is save those they could, search for the dragon and destroy it. Emerald City would stay on the map, on way or another. |
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Pandaemonium
Posts 33
Power Level 15
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Post by Wrath on Oct 8, 2016 16:37:42 GMT -7
To say that this morning had not gone well was a bit of an understatement. First, she had gotten into a verbal argument with some of her coworkers about scheduling. Then business was exceedingly slow because the dumb customers refused to even show up for their appointments. And now the boss had gone AWOL. Her temper was dangerously close to self destructing. The short woman glared out the window, wondering what the bloody day would throw at her next. That's when a shambling pile of flesh and plant life smacked against the window with a squelching noise. The others in the shop screamed in horror and bolted towards the back door.
The green eyed girl waited silently as others pushed violently past her. After another minute the panicked shrieks and squeaking sneakers stopped. She looked back once before she walked calmly to the front door and waited. The shambling mound stopped cold in front of the door. A devious smile filled her face as she bursted through the front door, flames consuming her form. The door smushed the mound beneath it as the now red haired super looked about. Wrath could not wait to destroy every last one of these jackasses and see their ashes fill the air like their spores. A familiar voice, full of arrogance, reached her ears. Flames shot from her feet as she ran toward the voice, leaving the salon in the dust. She reached Pride and stood next to him, taking in the scene.
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Post by PANOPTICON Ver. 3.023 on Oct 8, 2016 17:00:09 GMT -7
PANOPTICONG Ver. 3.023 online
ALERT: genesis of catastrophic aberrant 2-0704 confirmed in Emerald City, sector AM-39. Beginning crisis analysis.
Multiple agents present on-site. Multiple high-power aberrants have engaged the catastrophic aberrant in combat. Aberrant movements indicate satisfactory level of coordination and preparation. Initial conditions suggest low-to-moderate catastrophic aberrant power level.
Projected outcome: moderate unpowered casualties, low defender casualties.
Analyzing catastrophic aberrant...
Subject has successfully lured some defenders into immediate battle by attacking unpowered victims. Some victims controlled by subject may in theory be saved, but this will entail suboptimal combat strategy and significant post-battle resource expenditure. Disregarding unpowered lives will result in safer outcomes for defenders. Subject is likely to focus on attacking defenders now that they have been drawn out. Controlled victims will need to be driven back before defenders can shift their focus to counterattack the subject's fortified positions. Calculating possible attack vectors...
TARGET: Immobile thralls (multiplier x3)
TARGET: Armored thralls (multiplier x5)
TARGET: Bloated thralls (multiplier x5)
TARGET: Gaunt thralls (multiplier x5)
TARGET: Incomplete thralls (multiplier x5)
TARGET: Mechanized thralls (multiplier x7)
Defenders benefit from Rein Initiative preparations: +50% combat advantage
Current enemy combat advantage: 0%
Current defender combat advantage: 50%
Defender combat advantage required for next phase: 1,500%
Mission log start.
(The event battle begins now! Submit everything here in the thread within 24 hours, no PM is necessary.)
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Emerald City Bulwark
It is not the healthy who need a doctor... But the sentient plant life bent on destroying my home!
Posts 38
Power Level 20
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Post by Plague Doctor on Oct 8, 2016 17:32:33 GMT -7
Plague Doctor was surprised by the amount of bulwarks showing up. He hadn't seen this many since he had joined. Of course he did spend more time at the boarding house and the hospital than he did here. He honestly wasn't even sure why he was allowed to call himself a bulwark at this point.
When Carl offered a ride in his helicopter; Plague Doctor readily agreed and strapped himself in tight. However, a second glance showed the Doctor exactly what he needed to see. This was not where he needed to be. He saw the zombies were attaching themselves to buildings and cars. But he saw that they were attaching themselves to school buses and he ripped off his seatbelt. He heard the roar of a motorcycle roar nearby and almost instinctively he reached his hand out and grabbed onto the bottom of the vehicle. He was glad for his gloves, the bike was hot. Literally hot. He knew if he didn't have his gloves on, his hands would be ruined. "We need to get as close as we can to the nearest building! I have a plan!" Plague Doctor yelled out as hey flew. He was going to stop some of this. Even if it killed him.
When the bike got close to the zombies, Plague Doctor hit them with a virus. It would spread into their ranks quickly, but it would stop just as quickly. He hoped that these zombies didn't cough on any random super or civillian, because there was no cure he knew of.
Agression Subdual against Armored Thralls
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Unaligned
And I'm hungry like the wolf
Posts 180
Power Level 26
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Post by Lobisomem on Oct 8, 2016 19:43:41 GMT -7
A throaty snarl shook the air as Lobisomem stalked the streets, snout rippling as her eyes flashed with red and the scent of blood spilling over in the air, the bodies on the floor giving off more and more of the horrendously delicious smell. With this many bodies on the floor already, who'd mind a little more?
In the back of their mind, they noticed the other supers, they noticed that the creatures were oddly humanoid, but their mind refused to ponder the implications. They just wanted to fuck them up.
They curled their lips at the fat creatures, letting out something that chocked the air and quite frankly, smelled revolting. They let out a quick Eegh, held their breath against the scent, and reared up on their hind legs. Their muscles rippling as they towered over the beast before bearing down as hard as they could to crush it.
Action: Aggression Destruction against Bloated Thralls
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The Keepers
Posts 357
Power Level 31
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Post by Geata on Oct 8, 2016 19:54:59 GMT -7
Geata grinned when Azoth presented the sword he asked for. He honestly didn't know much about weaponry in general, so it had fallen onto her to figure out what should be done with it. He regretted that, but it was too late to change anything. He'd make sure to apologize later, once the Ent horror show was dealt with.
He slid the sheathe onto his back and drew the blade, giving it a few practice swings away from the general direction of the other supers. He had wanted it so that he wouldn't be forced to use his measly, frail body as a weapon against something else like Cetus, but honestly the situation occurring was surprisingly perfect timing, in his opinion. Better to get a sword and be able to cut down swarms of enemies than to get it to try to use it to attack something that probably wouldn't even feel it. Sure, he had been expecting time to have Jay teach him a few basic pointers, but it was probably fine. Even if all he knew was hack, slash, and stab, it was significantly more useful than shattering his everything again.
His new weapon in hand, as well as a gas mask he quickly replaced his usual one with and a communicator, he nodded thanks to Azoth before taking a good look around. It seemed likely that most everyone who was going to show up already had, and there were probably enough around in the general area to warrant use of his plan after all, if not most of the present supers. He sighed, mentally preparing himself for the strain, as he stepped away from the assorted group.
Around him, in an incomplete dome with just enough of a space for him to exit, portals roughly the size of his fist opened. There were enough that he couldn't see the battlefield past them, except through the open gap. Simultaneously, portals of the same size would open interspersed fairly evenly within a six hundred feet radius of him. Any super within that area would likely find themselves within earshot of one. Any minion unfortunate enough to be exactly where one opened up and in the process of moving would find themselves missing a chunk of themselves. Immediately, Geata was hit with a wave of exhaustion, but it wasn't nearly as bad as what he would've expected. He'd be capable of keeping them open for a short while on his own, considerably longer if Sin Eater helped him.
"Hello, everyone," he said calmly, though somewhat breathlessly as he acclimated to the sudden fatigue. "I am the super known as Geata, and I have a proposition. If you're hearing me right now, congratulations, you're within range of hearing any and all strategizing provided courtesy of whoever decides to participate. Since in the last dragon attack we seemed to lack means of communication, I'm providing a means that should hopefully work well enough. Anyway, here's the important info on these portals: all of them are connected to a central hub of sorts around where i currently am, so everyone should be able to hear everyone. Also, I haven't had time to experiment much with trying to push things through portals smaller than said things, so I suggest you don't try to experiment yourselves. In theory, you could probably lose a good sized bit of your gut. However, that means they're probably good for offensive use, so have at! I just highly recommend trying to avoid being sent flying at one of these. And, final bit of useful info, these are only as capable of working as I am. Should they all suddenly disappear, I'm probably dead or otherwise incapable of putting in the focus and energy required to keep them up. Sorry about that, should you be among those who would care. Now then, good luck, and don't die!"
His disclaimer given, Geata decided to sit for a moment and adjust before running outside. It wouldn't do to exhaust himself immediately, after all.
Maneuver (Field) against Gaunt Thralls!
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The Keepers
Posts 234
Power Level 31
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Post by Azoth on Oct 8, 2016 20:00:35 GMT -7
It was not hard to tell visually what the cause of the plant-like amalgamations was, and a brief survey of the air confirmed it as such. The dragon was spreading spores, and using those to create the monstrosities stalking the city. Getting near those… things, gas mask or not, Azoth saw as unnecessary and very much unwanted risk. Instead, she’d aid in clearing the way for those a bit more suited to handle claws and crushing.
She set her sights on any of the thralls clouding the air with spores of, with the previous dragon as a basis of expectation, entirely alien nature. She was going to find out. Her focus was on removing the particles from the sky - clearing the densest areas within her reach first, and replacing them with cubes of steel beside her. Should they be biological in nature, the process would certainly be slower than were they not, but she had recently begun to grown swifter and close that time difference. Air nearby surrounding supers would be prioritized next.
When she had a free moment, Azoth paused to consider what exactly she was taking in with her powers. She wished to find what might be causing these effects. Though she expected the reasoning to be ‘because powers’, there might be something that could be quantified in more concrete terms.
Action: Maneuver (Field) against the Bloated thralls
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Rein Initiative
Posts 54
Power Level 30
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Post by Seraphim on Oct 8, 2016 20:08:19 GMT -7
The amount of panic and fear in the area was starting to get to Seraphim, but even that only meant that she was feeling as panicked and fearful as someone that wasn't sure if they left the water running at home or not. She had been exposed to such emotions with such high frequency and intensity that it was going to take a lot more than a small portion of the city freaking out to get her to feel much of anything. Still, it was enough that when she spoke again there was a sense of urgency behind her voice rather than her usual emotionless tone. The portals would make it easier to spread her message. No one could afford to hold back here.
"Everyone! I am called Seraphim, I can read these creature's minds, or rather, I can read their lack of mind. Their minds are gone, they will never recover no matter how much you try to help them. Even the ones that only appear to be partially transformed. I'm almost certain it's a tactic the dragon's using to try to prevent us from hurting it."
With that, she surveyed the area. Most of the thralls most any super would be able to hit, and likely in large numbers, but there were a few that would be extremely dangerous for the average person. Several of them had taken to climbing buildings, and shooting at them basically meant shooting through the battlefield. Given her ability to tell where everyone was moving and what they were doing often before they were even consciously aware of it, she should have no trouble hitting them without hitting any other allied supers. Without a moment's hesitation, she aimed her gun at them and started firing. Some of the windows would likely break, but there wasn't enough inside of those buildings to deter her from her course of action.
Action: Aggression (Subdual) against Gaunt Thralls
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