The Limits of Karma | Will or Tim

[William Talbot]

Running as they where, Blaze was impressed with the speed and agility John was displaying, the two of them keeping up a frantic pace and was about to reply to his warning off, when the three gray suited slayers showed up and a conversation started up between John and the three...


Finally Will cleared his throat and then closed one eye in a over the top wink, as he tilted his head and then spoke up clearly; "Hi there, um tell me mister tech-mech person... Can you fly without one of the props on that thing?"

A blast of blue tinted light arced from Blaze's open eye, and blasted one of the propellers to bits before he then reached out his hand and absorbed all the glowing light from t he bow and arrow like energy weapon into his hand.

"Hmm... Interesting... Yummy but interesting... Care to have it back?" he asked as a ball of fire and light formed in his hand and he aimed it at the girl, as he lowered himself into a fighting stance, his eyes aglow, and his hands aflame.


"Leave... Now..."

[John Alexander]

The shattered pieces of the propeller froze in mid-air and began to reassemble themselves, as if in a rewind, reforming the propellor as if it had never broken. In the scarce few seconds before it came back online, the other sped up, keeping the Slayer hanging in mid-air. As the damaged propeller buzzed to life, the man returned his gaze to John's unexpected ally. The third man remained floating behind the other two, while Saule glared at the interloper, the ambient light of her hair growing in intensity, something that made John nervous. If they attacked right now, he would be about as useful as a normal human, albeit a physically fit and well trained human.

"Scorched a few circuits there, kid," the man with the suit replied calmly. "Tell me, why are the Titans getting involved in this? What we're doing is perfectly legal, unlike what you're doing. You have no grounds to help this man evade arrest."

"Not even the Titans are above the law, even if you think you're too good for it," Saule chipped in.

"They're killing people like us, Regina! You know that! Why the hell are you helping these people?" John asked, his tone incredulous.

"What, now you care?" she drawled, another flare driving John back a step. "Or is it just because you're up against a wall? Well, better get your begging started, because the rest are on their way."

"Enough of the damn soap opera!"

"Oh, shut up, Hephaestus," Saule sighed, rolling her eyes.

Suddenly, she froze and then glanced back at the man behind them both, something like fear touching her face for a moment, as if she was hearing something that the others weren't. John didn't miss it. Who was the third guy, and why was Regina afraid of him? He had barely moved since the confrontation began, and yet the other two clearly held him in great regard, their body language saying that they were coordinated around him.

With another mechanical whir, a series of weapons broke out of Hephaestus's pack, aiming at John. Another quick tap of the keys created an intense energy field around the technopath, the color a translucent pale green. Most of the weapons looked like some sort of gun, whether combustion fueled or more upscale, but a couple were hard to figure out. They looked like nothing on the streets.

"Squad Beta, have you located Erebus?" a speaker squawked from Hephaestus' equipment.

"Affirmative, we have made contact," he replied. "Back-up is not required, but a 51 is requested."

"Really, Heph?" John said, no hint of his fear in his tone. "You sure you even need a perimeter? You seem so confident already."

"Trust me, this won't take long," he said with a smirk.

"Careful," John replied. "I'd hate for you to get overconfident. And who's our mystery guest?"

He'd escaped Slayers many times, but he'd never been pursued by Regina before. Her powers were perfectly suited to counter his, and Hephaestus had been an agent for as long as John could remember. The only wild card was the man, seemingly nameless, just watching in the background. He hadn't even glanced at John yet, his eyes seeming to focus solely on Blaze instead. There was no pupil or iris in those eyes, and John had to wonder if they were sightless. Both of the other Slayers cast a tentative glance back at the man, and then returned their gaze to their quarry.

"Show your respect," Hephaestus intoned. "Baron Samedi isn't known for his mercy."

"'Baron Samedi?' Really?" John snorted. "What kind of name is that?"

The lifeless eyes of the third finally turned to look at John, and at once, a broad smile broke out across the third man's face, his eyes widening as a lunatic chuckle burst from him, a black aura surrounding his body as a long dandy cane and hat materialized on his person, his gray uniform blackening into a suit. He extended the cane toward John, still laughing.

"Oh, this one's a charmer, oh yeah, a charmer indeed!" he laughed.

His very voice was creepy, like a deranged clown about to begin a party. The accent was definitely central American, probably Jamaican. The echo of his words and his laugh sounded darker, deeper than the original. Almost demonic. It echoed in one's mind more than in their ears, and for a moment, there wasn't a human face there, but the bleached white of a human skull before it flickered back to reveal the dark-skinned Jamaican man.

[William Talbot]

Blinking in mild shock, Blaze grit his teeth and glared at the Tech, then smirked; "Oh sorry about that, sometimes when I sneeze, things blow up... Ah... Ah! AH! AH!"


A line of small explosions ringed around the Slayer, bright flashes and pops designed to dazzle and confuse, Will a smudge on the land scape as he darted to another spot to get the angle on the third guy, his fist charged with enough bright hot explosive force to halve a truck as he shot back a reply; "I do know that The Titans have been shutting down labs across America for the last two months, and that there is ZERO jurisdiction for ANYONE to be conducting experiments on supers, regardless of age or origin, and NO ONE is above the law, at all! We might bend it some sure, but outright break it? Sorry, not what we do, and anyway, don't we have this little document called the BILL OF RIGHTS?!?!? Right now there's not a jury on earth that would lock me away for deep frying you clowns where you are, based on what I've seen thus far... Because this reeks of illegally driven shadow play, loophole justification and moral rot... So please, make me call in MY backup..."
With his free hand he pulled his communicator out and flipped it open, and held it up near his face, ready to hit the emergency situation and locater button in an instant...



Looking to the mystery guest as he moved, Will felt a chill rush along his nerve endings, and before he knew what had happened, he had morphed into his Lycan form, and his translucent blue spirit wings had appeared, flaring out with a soft faint glow, a low warning growl slipping from his throat that at a distance was ineligible, but for the proximity of John and the Sayers, was clear enough to be understood; "Well then you're going to just love me..."

[John Alexander]

Baron Samedi just laughed his twisted laugh at the transformation, causing his allies to stop and stare, fear in their eyes. Saule turned to glance at Blaze, her eyes communicating what she couldn't say. Oh, now you've done it.

"Sorry, furball, but I only love on the ladies!" he crowed, his free hand clutching the rim of his hat. "Here! Have some lady friends!"

He extended his cane toward the rooftop and a line of what looked like black lightning extended from its tip. Where it struck the roof, a trio of apparitions appeared. The black magic reflected what was on Will's mind, his back-up, but the reflection was twisted and distorted.

The first apparition was an average-sized but perfectly toned female, her skin bleached and her eyes black, streams of dark energy wisping out of the sides of each eye. Her straight black hair had a slight wave to it. The exposed portion of her stomach revealed a black circular wound, about the size of a quarter, oozing black blood slowly. A matching wound was on her shoulder. The figure was partially transparent.

The one at her flank was also female, her features not particularly attractive, but her blonde hair was white, and her pale skin matched it, but black blood streamed down from her nose, and her black eyes matched the first's, equally remote and lifeless with energy streaming from the edges. The last woman was beautiful, with full white wings erupting from her back, her flowing blonde hair monochromatic like the rest. Her neck revealed a slash which flowed black blood.

Their clothing matched, and each garment was a long, flowing black cloth which wrapped around her from her thighs and up her torso and cascaded over her shoulder, flowing behind her lazily. The cloth seemed ragged, almost as if decayed.

"Oh, they're just so lovely, aren't they?" the Jamaican man crooned, hovering over to land on the ground. "I definitely approve!"

He moved through the triangular formation in which they stood, and he placed a hand on the first woman's face, patting her cheek fondly. She didn't move, not reacting to the touch, her dead eyes still staring at Blaze.

The other two agents were just staring, and Saule's eyes were wide as she looked at the macabre creations. She wasn't entirely horrorstruck, and there was something like awe coloring her expression, but there was still fear evident on her face. John glanced back at Blaze, unsure what an impact this would have on the Titan. Clearly, they were dealing in unknown territory here. John had never heard of a meta that could do this, and his insticts told him that they weren't dealing with anything natural like a mutation. This reeked of something otherworldly.

"Well, girls, go get 'im!!" Baron Samedi exalted, spinning in place and raising his hands. "Then... we have some fun!!"

The three turned to face John as a unit, and the golden glow of Saule faded around them, as if the light was being absorbed, or as if it could have no power over them, even in their appearance. A black fire ignited around both hands of the girl in the lead.

[William Talbot]

Glaring at Baron Samedi, Blaze then blinked in utter shock and confusion at the three wraiths that formed before him, another chill arcing down his spine before an unholy rage boiled up inside of him, his eyes glowing white hot as he stood there, the very air shimmering about him as Samedi spoke, and moved about carelessly...


"Stop... Now..." Will growled lowly as he stood there, eyes locked on the three apparitions that had begun to move on John, before he himself moved like a streak to a spot in front of Baron Samedi, and then held his hand out, a boiling orb of palest blue flame engulfing his palm; "You have no clue who or what you're playing with Samedi... Or should I say... Yobuen-ahuabo-shka..."

Powers amped, temper flared, and good will all but expended, Blaze was glowing with a flickering blue aura of flame, that reached out like an angry wind, lashing at the darkness, and driving it back until one of the darkconstructs, the one that looked like Destiny, passed within arms reach of himself...


With a grunt of frustration, and anger. Will thrust his hand out and blasted the shadow being to bits, the half uttered curse still stuck in his throat as he then turned and faced Baron Samedi head on, and then glowered; "The other REAL Titans are now on the way, and it's pretty clear that even if you beat just me, the cost of victory will be far higher than the win will be worth... So why not try a more agreeable tactic? Tell me, is the monster the only one willing to talk things out here? Really?"

[John Alexander]

"'Win?' Really?" Samedi said, the other apparitions dissolving in black smoke. "If it's a game you were after, why didn't you just say so?"

He vanished in the same type of smoke, reappearing behind him, along with a black and white blackjack table, complete with cards and drinks, a cigar between his teeth as he dealt the cards to the seats. Shadowy figures sat at the table, unrecognizable. Their white eyes were the only feature that stood out. They played the cards before them and the Baron looked back up at the others, gesturing to an empty seat. With another laugh, he tossed his hand in the air, the entire scene vanishing in a like fashion, leaving only himself with his hat and cane, a cigar in his free hand. He took a long drag of it and tossed it, causing it to dissolve in black smoke.

"Or was that not the kind of game you'd envisioned?" he asked, his broad, slighly unhinged smile on his face.

With another tap of his cane, John found himself being forcibly moved, now attached to what appeared to be a medieval restraint system, his wrists and ankles shackled to a black wooden table. A large wheel appeared next to it as John pulled against the metal to no avail. The golden light robbed him of his strength, and even if it hadn't, who knew if this magical creation could be broken by brute strength? Samedi stood beside the wheel, leaning on the cane before he pulled the lever in front of him. John didn't recognize the symbols on each slot of the wheel, but he really didn't like where this was going.

"Around, around, around it goes, where it stops, nobody knows!" Baron Samedi sang. "Which curse do you prefer, John Alexander?"

The wheel slowed and stopped, and Samedi clicked his tongue, moving up to poke John in the side with his cane. The young man glared at him, his jaw tight with anger.

"Bummer... A terminal illness, leading to a slow and painful death. That's never a good prize."

"That's enough, Yobuenahuaboshka," a new voice intoned.

"Now there's a man I've not seen in some centuries!" the Baron laughed, turning to greet him. "And I see you've got yet another new face!"

The man that stepped out from the fire escape stairway looked almost middle-aged, his face lined with the beginnings of wrinkles. His ginger hair was carelessly ruffled, and his intelligent hazel eyes were those of an old man. He wore a simple green polo shirt and tan slacks, seeming out of place on the dirty rooftop. He looked like the sort of man who belonged in an academic office, but his eyes held a kindness that was somewhat rare to find. His accent was obviously Irish, but still understandable.

"Working for the government, are you? I never thought I'd see the day," he replied, his hands in his pockets.

"Is there anything you've not seen by now, Cernunnos? With how old you are, what's there left to surprise you?"

"The world never ceases to amaze me. For that, I consider myself lucky. If it ever did, I don't know what I would do with myself to alleviate the boredom."

"Uhh... Can we help you, man?" Hephaestus interrupted, looking thoroughly confused.

"Certainly. Umm... Baron, do you mind?"

"What? Oh... What, are you just here to spoil all of my fun?"

"If I have to, I will. But I'm sure you wouldn't mind just doing this as a favor to an old friend."

"Hey, we can't just let him go! We were specifically ordered--"

"You think I give two cents about your orders?"

"Your orders, too, Baron."

Baron Samedi laughed again, the unwholesome echo returning to his voice. The restraints vanished from John's limbs, and he dropped to a crouch before standing and backing away, closer to the edge. The unstable Jamaican twirled his cane and pointed it at the technopath, who suddenly convulsed and lifted into the air, his limbs flailing wildly as the black aura surrounded him, and a gurgling moan of pain crept from his throat. Cernunnos cleared his throat loudly, and the Baron dropped his colleague with a sigh.

"Lifting a man by his blood? Since when did you stoop to something like that? Weren't you going into the Shaman business or something?"

"I did, but I got bored, man! This new gig's about as entertaining, maybe moreso."

"And you get to indulge in your more theatric tendencies, I get it. But do you really have to get into the bounty hunter business? You've been killing people professionally, I hear."

While the two were talking, the other two Slayers were edging closer to each other, the mech-toting man airborne again. Saule was watching with confused but fascinated eyes, her glowing hair still bathing the area with light. At her partner's prodding, she listened closely, making sure that the others were fixed on the conversation at hand.

"We have to salvage this mission somehow," Hephaestus whispered to Saule, his voice still ragged with pain. "We can't just let the target go."

"I agree," the girl replied, just as quietly. "When Samedi splits, take Erebus down."

"Just keep burning, and I'll do my thing."

The Baron cast another glance at the others on the rooftop and heaved a sigh.

"It has gotten boring, I'll admit. Maybe there's a party to be had somewhere else. You should come with me, man! Or is fun against your ethical code, too?"

"You know how it is," Cernunnos replied with a regretful smile. "A doctor's work is never done, and all that."

"Eh, worth a try. See you around."

He vanished in another wisp of black smoke and John looked on in wonder and then at the man that he knew as Dr. Kavanagh, shaking his head in wonder. How had the doctor defused the situation so easily, and how did he know the psychopath who had been about to kill him? His wondering was interrupted by a sudden sharp pain in his chest, and he looked down in wonder to see that blood was streaming from a hole just above his heart. His vision blurred as he suddenly couldn't support his own weight. He dropped to his knees and collapsed as the doctor raced to his side and knelt, his hands glowing pale green as he placed them softly over the wound.

Steam was rising from one of the dozen drawn weapons Hephaestus had pointing at John, and the rest were adjusting aim to point at John as he lay crumpled on the floor of the rooftop.

The wounded man blacked out.

[William Talbot]

Puzzled as he was by the sudden (wasn't it always?) turn of event's Blaze still had the instinct to act when the attack fell to John, and he was crumpled to the ground...


"ENOUGH!" Will bellowed as a burst of blue light smashed into Hephaestus and stripped away all but the barest remains of his body suit before he reached out and started to drain every ounce of light from the girl that he could, the draw a hard and heavy pull that didn't have a single wavering in it's drain on her and her power.


Using that to hold her there, Blaze walked over to John and the Doctor and knelt down, his eyes faintly glowing as he spoke; "How is he?" worry crossing his face as he kept up the pull on the girl, his own light powers wrapping about her and pinning her feet to the rooftop, the effort was considerable, but not so much that it was a strain, no, not yet at least...

[John Alexander]

The unexpected attack knocked the Slayer out cold instantly, and he fell to the roof top's surface for the second time in so many minutes, his equipment in shambles. The female cried out as she felt the energy being steadily drained from her body. There was no resisting the oppressive steely blue field enveloping her, and all she could do was wait for him to release her, now that one member of her squad was down and another had gone AWOL. But back-up was on the way. As she slipped out of consciousness, the last sound she heard was the first of the gunshots dotting the rooftop.

"I stopped the bleeding, but even with his powers, he'll be out for at least a few hours while he heals," Kavanagh replied, not looking up from his work.

As the gunfire erupted, the doctor looked up to see men in groups of five, all wearing the same type of propeller backpack, though less streamlined and high-tech than those that Hephaestus had customized. They flew in formation, all armed with guns as they took up the chase. The doctor glanced back down at John's pale face and then his wound, which was still ugly but no longer streaming red. He placed his hands back over the spot, his hands glowing green as he worked further on his patient, using the precious few seconds to further the healing process so they could move.

"We've got to go," he said. "We have no idea how many of these people there are, and I need to get John to somewhere safe so that he can heal. The effects of that light will probably take at least a half hour to wear off, and until then, he's vulnerable."

All of his words were spoken briskly but calmly, like a practiced emergency room or battlefield surgeon giving orders to his staff. It seemed a little odd that a person as unassuming in appearance as Kavanagh would be so calm when being shot at, but there was very little that people couldn't get used to, given enough exposure. The back-up apparently had better aim than he would've given them credit for. One of the shots caught him, but except for the grunt of pain and the wince, one wouldn't have suspected it. The bleeding was over almost as soon as it started, and he just kept healing John as well as he could, given the conditions and lack of supplies.

[William Talbot]

Eyes ablaze with light, Will reached into himself and with a sweep of his hand, he blocked out the gun powder, and yet, some of the shooters kept firing, which meant they had either magnetically or electrically fired weapons, which he could not stop from firing.

Easy enough to counter.


With another sweep of his hand, he pushed back a wall of heat and light that forced the newly joined combatant's to areas less bright, hot and without the kinetic force he was pushing out.


Looking to the healer, Blaze growled lowly; "Go! I'll be covering your tail, so move it and don't worry about loosing me!"

And with that he set off a set of mild explosions along the rooftop, driving back the other group of... Whoever these people where, opening up an avenue of escape for the three of them...

[Violet Schultz]

The weapons began glowing bright red as the squads of men held them, and within a few seconds, they were too hot for their hands. A chorus of pained and surprised grunts sounded through the shady corps of men, and was it not for the bright lavender flame that lit on one's hand as the heat touched the fabric, it would've been extremely difficult to tell where the heat was coming from. Instead, Violet appeared next to Will in a pale flash of fire, her eyes glowing as her outstretched hand fell.

"Take the injured man, Will," she ordered quietly. "I don't think Mr. Academic can carry him."

She kept her eyes on the pursuing army of Slayers as she spoke, but there was an authority to her tone which she didn't generally use. However, as Robin's lieutenant, she technically outranked Will and had the right to give orders in the team leader's absence. She already knew that Will wouldn't go if simply asked. It felt too much like running from a fight. She could guess that there was some sort of legal mumbo jumbo behind what was unfolding. Claiming that Will had been acting under orders would shield him if things went awry later on.

"Go!" she urged, her hand raising again to face the Slayers as they reached for their secondary weapons. "There's no time to argue."

"She's right," the Doctor intoned. "We have to go, and I can't carry John fast enough to do much good. We have to fall back and get him some place safe."

"The Tower. There's a medical wing that he can use. Now, go."

The Doctor nodded and stood.

[William Talbot]

Finally! WIll thought to himself, glad that Violet was there, even if she did rather jar him with the sudden burst of bossyness, still...
It was kinda, well, cute? Attractive? Something...


Either way Will gave a single nod, and lowered his hands, his eyes still glowing faintly as he backtracked to John and the Doctor's sides, his gaze never leaving the now stunned and mostly disarmed squad of men, his hands reaching to John's shoulders.

Lifting the slightly shorter male up, Blaze draped the injured young man's arm over his shoulders, and hooked his own arm around under him, lifting with ease, and then jerking his head back towards a fire escape; "Okay Doc, mind taking a peek over the edge and spotting for me? Climbing's going to be nothing more than a comedic and problematic answer to us getting down, for me and John at least... I'll need a clear open space to land."



Will was still tryin g to get a read on the aparent doctor, but other than a profound sense of concern, he could get nothing else, at least, nothing else he could understand very well...

[Violet Schultz]

After the secondary weapons were dropped for the same reason, the Slayers rallied for a rush, police batons in hand. As they dove toward her, the new threat, a brilliant wall of lavender flame formed along the edge of the building, the color matching the gleam in Violet's eyes as she stared them down, watching as they swerved to avoid it or went through, crying out as they were lit aflame. She quickly extinguished the flames on each man as they fell to the roof's surface, but an appropriate and timely nerve jab while they were distracted by their smoking black uniform and minor burns knocked them out cold. Another swath of flame drove them back again as they tried to circumvent her and get around to their target.

As Violet fought off the Slayers, the doctor was looking over the edge, his eyes glowing for a moment before a pale green reflection lit in his retinas, like a cat looking at headlights. The night vision let him examine the street below, and he nodded once before he began to make his own way down, his apparently middle-aged body making his agility surprising. He used mostly fire escapes and window ledges, but the daring wasn't something that John would've attributed to his friend, had he been awake to see it. His feet touched the ground a heartbeat before a sound caused him to turn in mingled shock and horror.

There was a rhythmic beat in the air, one that brought back images of dense jungles, boiling temperatures, and dying men, from decades ago in wars half a world away. But the helicopter wasn't a Huey, but instead was a military-grade Black Hawk, which he hadn't seen in years. The dark paint job clearly designated it as a night specialist craft, but the men crowding out the side made the memory seem all the more real. He turned to the tall Lycan with an urgent stare, his advanced age seeming more evident in the knowing of his eyes.

"We need to get out of here now," he said. "These gentlemen mean business."

He turned and began to run, heading down the street along the path where he could sense the smallest number of people. This could get ugly really fast. John really hadn't been exaggerating when he'd spoken of the measures to which the facility would go in order to get their inmates back.

[William Talbot]

Gathering John up over his shoulder, had been easy, but now Will was finding that having only the free usage of one hand was something he didn’t like, even more so when the chopper showed up, his eyes narrowed at the doctors warning, and so as the gun hanging in the door swung into place, Blaze’s eyes glowed brightly, and then a series of explosions rocked the Blackhawk, starting with the door mounted gun, and ending with the turbine to rotor transmission, smoke and blaring alarms following the rotary winged aircraft as it drifted away and landed with a sickening crunch in a nearby parking lot, on top of a black painted, unmarked van, the men inside running tech support having barely gotten out in time after the mayday call had gone out…


Forming his spirit wings Will closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he stepped off the edge and glided down into the street next to the strange thin framed doctor before he looked about then back up to the rooftop; “We need to get John to safety, and I need to get back to Violet as fast as possible, where can we go that’s close, hidden, and safe?” he asked as he scanned the streets around them, thankfully not picking up on anyone else just yet…

[Violet Schultz]

"My office is a few blocks from here," Dr. Kavanagh replied, turning to run. "It's hidden unless you know what you're looking for. Right now, it's still not compromised, according to my contacts. We can hide him there."

The streets were all but deserted, and the few scarce people who had been out were fleeing, having heard the explosions and shots. The agents were fortunately preoccupied by the other Titan well enough that none of them could pursue them, and after a few blocks of twists and turns down alleys, they were far out of the view of the agents. They were in a shadier part of town, with the area growing progressively poorer and more decrepit as they moved. He didn't turn around to watch the fiery werewolf pursue, but rather kept tabs with his powers, just leading him without wasting time looking.

When he finally arrived at the unmarked, rundown building, the Doctor pressed the button by the entrance, its paint worn and faded, with the plastic surface stained gray by the fingerprints that had pressed it. He spoke to the door, his tone low and urgent. There was a battered and rusted call box, and his voice was no higher than average speaking volume. It was clear that he had used this entrance before, despite the outside of the building being boarded up like countless others abandoned office buildings in the city.

"It's me, Hilda," he said. "Open up."

There was a buzz at the door, and the doctor pushed it open for Blaze, standing aside so that they could enter. He rushed down the hall and into a recovery room at the end, turning the light on and pointing to a bed as he headed for his supplies. As he moved, he spoke to the young werewolf, casting glances at his patient every few seconds.

"Neither of you should consider fighting these guys off," the doctor warned. "They are specially trained to fight powered individuals like yourselves. 'Is fear rith maith ná drochsheasamh', as my father used to say. 'A good run is better than a bad stand.'"

Meanwhile...

Violet vanished in another flash of lavender flames, kicking down the man who pulled his police baton, her boot meeting him in the chest and knocking him to the ground. She wiped the edge of her lip on the back of her hand, staining it with a trickle of red. These men were really good. Military grade, even. Almost every one of them were extremely well trained in hand to hand combat. It was really fortunate for her that she wasn't the average street kid, but was actually trained in the formal disciplines, or she would never have been able to hold her own for this long. At least it seemed that Will and the others were getting plenty far away.

She extended her hand to create a flaming barrier between herself and the rest of them, but it didn't deter some of them. They must have been wearing flame retardant clothing or something similar. She dodged quickly to the right as her instincts and peripheral vision told her that something was coming toward her. She turned to look at the object as it hit the gravel on the roof behind her. A needle? What the...?

[William Talbot]

Blaze nodded and followed, his movements hampered more from his limited range than the weight of John's still inert form, holding him in a fireman's carry meant that Will had to use every ounce of his balancing skills to keep up until the got to open level ground, in which case he caught up and kept paced with the new friend, until they where safe.


Looking to the doctor, Blaze then shook his head; "Either way Darkbrand's back there alone, I have to go back and help... As MY dad used to say, 'NEVER abandon you're friends' ... I'll be back mister... whatever you're name is, and don;t worry, we won't lead the bad guys here."


At that he rushed back at his best speed, a blue hot blur along the streets, weaving between the few cars, until he vaulted onto the roof tops and flung himself to the building where Violet stood, fighting the Slayers...

Landing with a far less than graceful or silent "THUD" which crack the roof and flung shingles. and tar paper everywhere, Blaze stood up next to Darkbrand and then warned her without words; "Be careful, the doctor guy said they are trained and ready for just about anything we might throw at them... Maybe we should get creative?"

He glanced around the roof top at the men as they stood there sizing the two Titans up, the casualties of the battle being pulled away for treatment as their reinforcements looked for an opening...


"All units STAND DOWN!" a deep voice then called out from the darker shadows, before a man in a full on suit of battle armor walked out into the light, his face hidden by a dark yet reflective visor, the solid sounds of his foot falls telling Will he weighed plenty for his size.

"Not today guys... They're Titans, and we can't exactly touch them... Not legally, not yet..." he looked over his shoulder and the others started to pull away, weapons slowly lowering.

"You guys are a pain in the rear... But you'll get what you need soon enough... Until later Titans..." he said before turning and stalking ofv, the choppers lifting away one at a time until they where left alone on the roof looking at part of the skyline.


"Huh... What was THAT all about?" Will asked Violet as he looked over at her with a confused look on his face.