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<blockquote data-quote="Calinon" data-source="post: 1430643" data-attributes="member: 13737">&quot;What?&nbsp; Who the... where's Thunder?&nbsp; Or Titan!?&nbsp; Hell, where's pudge?&quot;&nbsp; A police car sails through the visual range of the communicator he's in.&nbsp; &quot;Crap, just get someone down here!&nbsp; This is what we're up against,&quot; he says, and turns his visual recorder to the battle.&nbsp; &nbsp;It appears Sergeant Ryan is on something high.&nbsp; Probably two hundred yards away, a circle of wrecked and overturned cars lays, partially blocking the police from getting to a trio of armored cars.&nbsp; Several officers are firing rounds through gaps.&nbsp; Inside the ring, a woman stands, tendrils of force deflecting them away from the cars, or back at the officers.&nbsp; A huge, furry form emerges from behind the first two armored cars, stepping to the side of one and picking it wholly up, repositioning it and setting it down right behind the first.&nbsp; Two blasts shoot him, but he doesn't even flinch.&nbsp; Another man flies about, a field of force brimming about him.&nbsp; He isn't directly attacking anyone, but seems to be summoning small creatures out of mid air that are swooping up as a horde towards the circling helicopters.&nbsp; Blasts fired at him thrum harmlessly off his force shield.&nbsp;Anna examines the map.&nbsp; &quot;We can get there pretty quick in the van, and avoid being seen from the air, if we take this route.&nbsp; I'm pretty sure Rebound can handle the drive.&nbsp; He's been practicing.&quot;&nbsp;&quot;Crikey!&nbsp; I get to drive for real?&nbsp; Right on!&quot; he exclaims.&nbsp;An explosion sounds out as a tanker truck explodes from a pair of deflected blasts, knocking out communications.&nbsp;Ten minute ride there, top speed.&nbsp; I'll give the same warning to anyone feeling cocky and wanting to bolt ahead.&nbsp; Bad idea to split up the party.&nbsp;Cosmo speaks.&nbsp; &quot;Well, remember I said he was getting kind of... scary?&nbsp; When we first got selected for this, he was in nearly perfect control of his werewolf form.&nbsp; He didn't even change height.&nbsp; Nearly never went berserk.&nbsp; When we got attacked on the train and he transformed, he was about seven feet tall.&nbsp; I didn't think of it much at first.&nbsp; I thought maybe he was just getting stronger.&quot;&nbsp; He pauses and looks at the unconscious and pinned boy.&nbsp;&quot;Maybe you didn't see him at the mall.&nbsp; He didn't wait to see what was up.&nbsp; He just changed.&nbsp; He was nearly ten feet tall when he ripped through the brick wall of the restaurant.&nbsp; Ten feet!&nbsp; Then he hit me.&nbsp; He never hit me; not ever.&nbsp; Never in our whole lives, even in werewolf form.&nbsp; Even if I got him really pissed off.&nbsp;&quot;I thought he had a hold of it again today.&nbsp; He never even went after goat-boy when he started teasing him about the... well, doesn't matter,&quot; he says, keeping something to himself.&nbsp; &quot;I thought the growling and popping of the glass was it, and thought he was going to go blow off steam outside.&nbsp; Never thought he'd do something... evil.&nbsp; I mean really evil.&quot;&nbsp; His eyes are locked on Vince's severed wing.&nbsp;&quot;Fifteen feet tall at least.&nbsp; Man, he can't just do that on a whim.&nbsp; And lose control like that?&nbsp; I could see him trying to hurt someone; heck, I want to punch Vince out all the time.&nbsp; But this goes way beyond... anything.&nbsp; I'm scared of him.&nbsp; He's out of control, and if he keeps getting exponentially stronger like this.&nbsp; Look what he did to Vince and Jun Po,&quot; he says in a whisper, trying not to cry.&nbsp; &quot;If we hadn't gotten here when we did...&quot;&nbsp;&quot;He could kill Titan by tomorrow.&nbsp; We... we have him stopped now.&nbsp; Maybe we should just... just,&quot; he tries to finish the sentence but can't.&nbsp; &quot;Vince, I'm sorry for what he did.&nbsp; I should have seen it coming and gone after him when he left mad.&nbsp; But it's not his fault.&nbsp; He's not a killer, not like this.&nbsp; It's this beast in him; he's out of control.&nbsp; And I don't know how to stop it,&quot; he says, looking over at his brother with a tear falling down his cheek.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Calinon, post: 1430643, member: 13737"] [font=Times New Roman]"What? Who the... where's Thunder? Or Titan!? Hell, where's pudge?" A police car sails through the visual range of the communicator he's in. "Crap, just get someone down here! [i]This[/i] is what we're up against," he says, and turns his visual recorder to the battle. [/font] [font=Times New Roman]It appears Sergeant Ryan is on something high. Probably two hundred yards away, a circle of wrecked and overturned cars lays, partially blocking the police from getting to a trio of armored cars. Several officers are firing rounds through gaps. Inside the ring, a woman stands, tendrils of force deflecting them away from the cars, or back at the officers. A huge, furry form emerges from behind the first two armored cars, stepping to the side of one and picking it wholly up, repositioning it and setting it down right behind the first. Two blasts shoot him, but he doesn't even flinch. Another man flies about, a field of force brimming about him. He isn't directly attacking anyone, but seems to be summoning small creatures out of mid air that are swooping up as a horde towards the circling helicopters. Blasts fired at him thrum harmlessly off his force shield.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]Anna examines the map. "We can get there pretty quick in the van, and avoid being seen from the air, if we take this route. I'm pretty sure Rebound can handle the drive. He's been practicing."[/font] [font=Times New Roman]"Crikey! I get to drive for real? Right on!" he exclaims.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]An explosion sounds out as a tanker truck explodes from a pair of deflected blasts, knocking out communications.[/font] [i][font=Times New Roman]Ten minute ride there, top speed. I'll give the same warning to anyone feeling cocky and wanting to bolt ahead. Bad idea to split up the party.[/font][/i] [font=Times New Roman]Cosmo speaks. "Well, remember I said he was getting kind of... scary? When we first got selected for this, he was in nearly perfect control of his werewolf form. He didn't even change height. Nearly never went berserk. When we got attacked on the train and he transformed, he was about seven feet tall. I didn't think of it much at first. I thought maybe he was just getting stronger." He pauses and looks at the unconscious and pinned boy.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]"Maybe you didn't see him at the mall. He didn't wait to see what was up. He just changed. He was nearly ten feet tall when he ripped through the brick wall of the restaurant. Ten feet! Then he hit me. He never hit me; not ever. Never in our whole lives, even in werewolf form. Even if I got him really pissed off.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]"I thought he had a hold of it again today. He never even went after goat-boy when he started teasing him about the... well, doesn't matter," he says, keeping something to himself. "I thought the growling and popping of the glass was it, and thought he was going to go blow off steam outside. Never thought he'd do something... evil. I mean really evil." His eyes are locked on Vince's severed wing.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]"Fifteen feet tall at least. Man, he can't just do that on a whim. And lose control like that? I could see him trying to hurt someone; heck, I want to punch Vince out all the time. But this goes way beyond... anything. I'm scared of him. He's out of control, and if he keeps getting exponentially stronger like this. Look what he did to Vince and Jun Po," he says in a whisper, trying not to cry. "If we hadn't gotten here when we did..."[/font] [font=Times New Roman]"He could kill Titan by tomorrow. We... we have him stopped now. Maybe we should just... just," he tries to finish the sentence but can't. "Vince, I'm sorry for what he did. I should have seen it coming and gone after him when he left mad. But it's not his fault. He's not a killer, not like this. It's this beast in him; he's out of control. And I don't know how to stop it," he says, looking over at his brother with a tear falling down his cheek.[/font] [/QUOTE]

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