[ooc] i'm beginning to wonder if any one actually reads what I write anymore. I don't a single person reacted to my last post. Cept maybe for kit. Sorta. Bastages. What do I have to do to get a reaction out of some people, detonate a nuclear weapon?[/ooc]
Vandal lies on his back, a hole in his sternum, a dart in his body and severl chunks of flesh burnt away.
"fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. This hurts like a mofo. and I'm losing feeling, which isn't all bad I guess. Can't let thish appen though. Mission is accomplished, need to escape now."
He grimaces in pain as he channels the power through his body, the runes flaring weakly at first, then brightly, until a silver bonfire erupts from the groud where he lay.
"FLUID METAMORPHOSIS"
His body seems to melt, becoming quicksilver. The silver liquid form stands, riplping, then shoots across the road, sliding up around Babs, lashing out once to knock Barghest away with a massive strike, luckily striking the creature in the knee caps before reforming, leaving a sweating, partially healed Vandal.
"Time to go. Ne need to get out, now. Get the trigger set up, I'll keep these mooks back."
As Babs pulls out a small device, placing it on the ground in front of her, her shoulder beginning to heal already, Vandal turns to face the oncomers, thankfully all of them on the same side. power flashing through the tired warrior, he calls up his shields around the pair of them, throwing everything into them at once. Everything his power has touched so far is included. Plasma (which really freaking hurt, considering he had never been struck by it before), a few of Kitsune's powers, though it was certain the strange man had more; and whatever else had been thrown at home, in cluding the basic physical, though he knew some of these people would be able to penatrate based on sheer power, he'd be able to hold them for a few moments, hopefully long enough to get the teleport trigger activated and get them out of here.
As the shield comes up, it slices through the building top, lifting the pair and a chunk of roof into the air a short bit, maybe six feet from where it was originally, forming a perfect sphere.
_________________ "Like a game of pick up sticks,
played by fucking lunatics"
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