As soon as the Russians show their hostility, everone springs into action.
The Voice rushes foward, leather jacket flying behind him, as he brings his interlocked fists into the chin of one of the mobsters standing in front of Boris. The Russian hits the ground, out cold., gun falling from his hand.
Space bends, and Shadowjack is behind the group of mafyia. He grabs one holding a gun outstretched, targeting The Voice, and quips "I don't think so comrade." Those watching see the world bend slightly around the man, and then he is simply not there.
A small weasily-looking Russian turns, astonished by what just happened to his comrade. He trys to plant a punch squarely in Shadowjack's face, but a strange distortion of of space around Shadowjack cause the punch to go awry.
The big one who realized his boss's problems steps foward and lands a low-punch into The Voice's gut, but the reinforcement in his jacket along with his excellent physique absorb most of the blow, doing little real damage.
One hot-headed Russian charges Roberto with great kick, which Roberto easily side-steps.
The two remaining Russians pull pistols and take shots at Stonewall, one hitting the big man squarely in the chest. The victorious shooter looks pleased until he relixes that the bullet basically ricocheted off the mutant's skin, barely breaking the fabric of his shirt.
Roberto becomes Sunspot, and challenges the Russians, roaring angrily. Most of the mafyia hit-men look disturbed, though Boris, under-control of the Voice, glares angrily at the young man.
Stonewall moves over to the Russian attacking Sunspot, and punches the hot-head, however, the punch is blocked by the Russian, and his arm deflects much of the blow.
ooc: Ready for round 2!