Agreed, we should move quickly, statistically the quicker we can render aid the higher the chance of survival for anyone we find...
She moves swiftly, ghosting across the ground.
With the collapsed crane blocking their way, the group heads north initially, skirting around buildings and making their way deeper in.
The bullets seem to have stopped now. Wether that means the sniper cannot find a target with everyone under cover or that Daredevil got to him and put a stop to it, you do not know.
More faceless office blocks stand immediately to your west and north east and a huge stack of steel container crates either ready to be loaded onto cargo ships or having been delivered sits in the centre of this area.
A huge plume of smoke pours from a collection of buildings further ahead.
Three figures, dressed in dark suits, creep along the top of the steel crates and peer down at you. It looks like they are preparing an ambush!
Napalm takes out one of the biomesh pieces and places it over the burns on his legs he got from the stairwell. The mesh instantly bonds to his skin, stimulating the cells beneath to grow and heal, though the mesh doesn't seem to cover the whole burn area.
Placing a hand on Napalm's injury, Midnight's hand distorts slightly as a wave of something microscopic washes across the wound.
Suddenly her head whips around and upwards
Eleven, one and two high! Hostiles!
Midnight leaps in to the air and a bolt of lightning blasts from her outstretched hand towards one of the would be ambushers creeping along the container top.
Ebon tightens his badges up and moves forward with the team, keeping his eye's forward ready for whats lies deeper into the compound.
Midnight's electric touch shocks the biomesh, which sends the healing into overdrive.
Three figures, dressed in suits once again, crouch like spiders atop the steel containers. This time however they have masks pulled up over their faces that obscure everything except a small slit for their eyes.
As the group passes below them, Midnight catches the faintest trace of movement from the corner of her eye and spins just as the trio unleash a barrage of tiny throwing stars that rain down from above.
Hit
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Hit
Confirmed
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Miss
The throwing stars streak like deadly bullets and slam into Trystt's back. The pain is sudden and all-encompassing and she staggers forward, her tiny frame slipping down to the ground in an almost wistful manner.
Midnight sweeps her hand up and uses a blast of air to change the trajectory of the shuriken.
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The look of these attackers, the way they move and their masks.... you think them to be
Napalm whirls around as the shuriken whip past him. He sees the small witch fall too he ground. "Trystt!" He grabs a grenade and hurls it up onto the crate where the ninjas are hiding.
Ebon is only able to watch as the Trystt crumples to the ground in front of him from the unseen attack.
"It's The hand!" He shouts out in anger, as he takes up a stance and his fists glow.
Hands still half raised, Midnight sees her friend fall and without a second thought she glides over to her, laying one hand on the slight girl's body and releasing healing nanobots in to her.
The bomb erupts among the gathered ninja, showering them in a burst of supercooled liquid. Their cries of pain rise up even over the crackling of the burning buildings in the west.
"Trystt! No!" Spore bellows as his friend falls unconscious. Even as Midnight rushed over to apply her, Spore moved in between Trystt and the Hand ninjas.
Pulling a clump of mud from nowhere, he hurts it at the closest of the ninjas.
Though reeling from Napalm's grenade, the ninjas still have enough wherewithal to dodge the clump of mud gathered from who-knows-where within Spore.
Each of them stand and in unison, like a troupe of dancers, perform the same complex series of hand gestures before disappearing before your very eyes!
A moment later they reappear, once again casting down a flurry of deadly shuriken from their scattered position on the containers.
Miss
Hit
Hit
Hit
One of the stars catches Ebon high in the chest, another hits Midnight in the shoulder but the third clatters away harmlessly.
Ebon grits his teeth as he pulls out the shuriken out of his chest, letting it clang to the floor covered in his blood.
He then runs up to the crates jumping up and quickly climb up, wanting to shut them down.
hp = 22/34
"Ebon, I wouldn't worry about their hands so much as those f+@*in' throwing stars that are ripping us to shreds!" He yells up after the kung fu master. The mutant growls and follows one of the ninjas. He hurls a flask of acid at the man.
Napalm hurls his vial of acid and his aim is unerring. The ninja slashes the vial out of the air with a quick blade but it smashes as he does so, showering his in burning liquid. With arms windmilling crazily, the ninja topples from the crates and lands with a crunch to the ground below.
Leaving Trystt stabilized for the moment, Spore shuffles over to the base of the crates, and exhales a puff of pink pheromones at the closest Hand Ninja, hoping to buy Ebon some time in his fight. Even from well behind him, the others notice a sticky sweet smell dominating the air.
Fail
The pheromones rise in the air in a small burst and settle over one of the ninjas. He wavers markedly, as though suddenly intoxicated, and fights just to remain conscious of the battle around him.
With Trystt stable, Midnight surges into the air unleashing a blast of electricity as soon as she clears the top of the storage containers. The ninja at the top sees her coming though and curls into a tight ball, rolling acrobatically out of the way and causing the bolt to scorch harmlessly off the top of the container.
Coming up out of his roll, the ninja draws an elongated dagger from a sheath at the small of his back and thrusts it up towards Ebon's stomach, looking to eviscerate the monk.
But Ebon raises a foot and blocks the thrust at the man's wrist.
Satisfied that Trystt has stabilised, Midnight stands, one hand idly brushing away the small throwing star that had found its way in to the shoulder joint of her armor.
Her eyes narrow and she sends another blast of electricity at the closest ninja.
Midnight hurls another two blasts of electricity that arc between the two remaining ninjas. Their suits crackle with the energy and smoulder as tiny fires break out along their chests and on their masks.
They stiffen as though hit by a powerful tazer and then collapse to the ground.
There is a massive conflagration of flame to the west of you as three buildings appear to be on fire in a rough triangle ahead.
Ebon moves to check the body's quickly for anything the group and use and anything to point them closer to the hand. Taking the grenades
"Good job, The Hand is here... Thier in New York, The Hand is an ancient enemy of my order. This is really bad if they're here." He jumps off the crates and hands the grenades over to Naphlam. "Now how is Trystt?" He moves to the poor girl standing over here. "Can you get her up Midnight?"
Spore follows Ebon back over to Trystt, and looks on with an enormous amount of concern. "Can you help her, Midnight?" he asks, his large form shaking more than usual as his vines writhe at a frantic pace.
Satisfied the enemy is no longer a threat, Midnight nods at the others
I can give her the rest of my nanobots, but then they'll need to make more which will take some time...
She lays a hand once more on Trystt, and the surface of her hand shimmers as microscopic bots flow on and in to Trystt, seeking out the worst of her ills and knitting tissue together.
Worried that Trystt still hasn't gotten up, even after Midnight's exhausted her reserves, Spore rushes back to the downed medic and returns, stumbling through applying the first of the medkits to Trystt. He's clearly out of his element.
Ebon holds out his hand to Trystt pulling the girl to her feet. "I'm glad you're still with us, you were being brave and took a shuriken to the chest." He points to her ripped and bloody wound.
"Maybe you should stand close to me or Spore if we're to continue. It looked pretty bad, how do you feel?" He says with a concerned face.
"Seriously, they call themselves 'The Hand'? The Hand of what? And they're ninjas?" Napalm picks up a shuriken off the ground. "They don't mess around though, huh?" He whistles as he searched the ninjas' bodies. He comes up with some nasty looking thrusting daggers and some odd grenades.
He tucks the grenades into his vest. "We gotta keep moving. Otherwise, we're sitting ducks. Maybe we can get into a building for cover. Come on." He heads to the nearest building.
"You're brave for being here now, there are a lot of people that couldn't do what we're doing now." He smiles slightly at the way she is taking all this the wounds looking pretty lethal.
He turns to Na[phaln his face taking a serious edge. "The hand is a large and ancient organisation their foot soldiers consist of ninjas. Their very secretive, I didn't even know they were here... maybe this is the reason my masters sent me to New York, they told me it was to learn but The Hand by here now. Their our sworn enemy."
He takes a deep breath centring himself and turns to look at the group. "I can keep move we will make out way past those burning building to the west, but if you need a moment Trystt we can take cover in those storage buildings." He points.
"So what the hell are ninjas doing at a medical lab? And are they like, you Ebon? With mystical powers?" Napalm looks around for any signs of people running towards or away from a particular point.
Despite their attention being focused without, were we to try and gain entry fear they would turn their armaments upon us...
Midnight muses.
Perhaps we could disguise ourselves as base personnel and try to infiltrate that way? However we have no idea what challenges they may bring, ID cards or fingerprints. Anyone have any ideas?
"They have immense training as you saw, But I can only expect higher ups in their order to hold some higher power than just their training." He says answering Naphpalms question.
"There has to be another way in, maybe we should try and get closer to give us a better picture of how many men there are?"
"I can create a short term disguise, but it'll be hard to get the rest of your past." He holds up the woman's ID. "It'll be hard passing for her, but maybe if I keep my mouth shut..."
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Trystt looks up from herself, satisfied that her clothes will soon be gleaming white again. her eyes are alert, though there are dark circles under them and she looks very tired. "There is an issue with disguising ourselves. If successful, we become targets of the Punisher instead of the guards. 'Out of the frying pan, into the fire' as they say." What is our goal now? Originally, we wanted to investigate, but now, this happened." She weakly gestures around her despite the chaos being outside.