Send them to hold up various stores as a test. Should any object, slay them.
[6] Now you have different administrative difficulties: You've been buried under cash registers, bags of pennies, rolls or quarters, and one person's haul of several thousand candy bars.
Okay then. *cracks neck* Let's do this.
Send out a burst of radiation, then immediately put up a shield.
[1] You send out several beams of radiation, missing all three assailants, and then [2] put up three shields each about 60 degrees off from the assailants. [4,1,5v1] You stand still as one bullet enters your shoulder, another enters the shooter's foot, and the last one entangles you in webs.
Finn goes wide-eyed, feeling a brutal sting of pain as the tendril tears into him.
At this moment a variety of thoughts enter his mind. Many of them being the seemingly endless repetition of expletives, a few lamenting the failure of his armor, but a pair of thoughts actually manage to escape his mouth through gritted teeth.
"What the hell kind of hero are you? Violent bastard..."
At that moment he tries to incapacitate his attacker by shifting his armor and any metal around onto him as a sort of full body restraint.
Blast spikes out in all directions to prevent trapping, then hit him in the head with my club arm.
[5] Finn traps Kyle's arm, [4] but feels a couple spikes graze his neck and joints where the armor was weakened, [6] also getting stuck.
Kyle is neatly bound by his own arms and his opponent's armor, while Finn will probably be bleeding severely once the tendrils are removed.
did you really think you could come alone and expect to kill me in my own apartment?
Thats just f***ing insulting... i think its time someone taught you a lesson in respect...
throw puny human out the window, recover taser.
If puny human fails to exit through window, administer unholy beatdown of savage wrath and throw him through wall.
When they said demon, he was expecting something smaller, not this... thing.
Dick stared hard at the Demon; A huge winged creature, overshadowing his girth. The two punches it had landed staggered him, more due to surprise than force. And his elbow... he really should've tested his strength more. Tch.
"Tough asshole, aren't you,", Dick laughed, the pain already receding behind a wall of adrenalin. "Never fought someone bigger than me before, heh."
He held his elbow in one arm, tugging it in an attempt to relocate the joint. This is it, he thought, a perfect test for my new powers. I'm going to need some help for this one with my new little friend...
Dick took out a single pill from the container and popped it into his mouth. He began to chew it.
"Showtime."
Realign my elbow, and charge at the demon with all I got. Focus on trying to take him down so I can get solid hits on his face or get his wings off. If I can't ground him, just barrage the demon with attacks so it can't counter.
The two take a moment to stare dramatically at each other, one adjusting his stance while the other tosses a pill in his mouth and [6] unsticks his elbow hard enough to hurt his flesh arm. [3v1+1] Anakel charges fast enough that Winston is still fixing his arm, and [3v5-1] grabs at thin air. [2v6] Granted, Winston's opening jab is also pretty poorly-aimed, [4v4,4v5] while the next round of struggle ends very slightly worse for Winston--mostly due to the heat. [5v3] The demon finally gets a solid hold on the cyborg, [3,3+1] tossing him at a window hard enough that his leg breaks through it. Winston gets up, [5v3-1;6] is grabbed, and grabs onto the demon's wing before being hurled out of the window. [6;3] With an iron grip, Winston holds onto the wing, pulling it out of position and dragging the demon halfway through the jagged glass before ripping a chunk of the leathery membrane off.
Ask Gary and Tobias if they can protect me from magic.
It depends on the magic, the preparations done beforehand, and who is actually there.
Keep reading them news as well as anything else around here. Dawn should come eventually.
Interesting news in general: [5] Lucky you. You skim through a news article, and your eyes note a stray word: "Messiah". It seems that she has taken to calling herself Paladin, although her registered name in the Parahuman Database is "Shining Paladin," and is thought to be living somewhere in Chicago at the moment.
i walk down the street and punch the face of anyone wearing a suit, then i take their wallet
[4] Person punched! [2] Half a dozen people abruptly locate alleys, phonebooths*, etc.
*Due in part to lobbying by various superheroes, many opaque phonebooths have remained in operation in Chicago. Their reasonable price--a quarter per first half-hour--mean that slightly fewer people carry cell phones.
What. What-what. Irving had to do a literal double take at the drones around him. Ho-how? They... They have-THEY HAVE NO THOUGHTS?! WHAT IS THIS?! That can't be right, that has to be wrong, they do things by themselves, they have to have thoughts of some kind, surely he wasn't too late, surely... Irving clutched himself as he moved to a nearby wall, thinking. Something isn't right... He can't be too late, can he? Surely he can't be the only... Only thinking person left? Maybe they're blocking his signal? A virus implanted in his helmet perhaps? He needed to get outta here, he needed to find someone with thoughts besides himself, it couldn't just be him and the cronies, could it? Please let it be a fluke...
[2] NO REPRIEVE.
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