[X]STUNT: Entering in the wake of Gard's flash grenades, you take in the room and prioritize, shield unfolding in your left hand like a malignant flower. "Ware shotgun" you bark over your shoulder as you duck past the wannabe biker with preternatural grace, divine fire burning in your veins as you focus. A hop and you ride the couch's backrest down on the pistol gunman taking cover behind it, bringing your combined weight down on him with a satisfying thump. Another beat and you're in the AK gunner's face, his eyes widening with alarm as your arm delivers a full strength slash to the upper body with the flat of your blade. In the same continuous motion you lunge smoothly past him into the fourth thrall's back, shield forward as you drive him into the wall and the alarm with the full weight of your body. Then you turn.
[X] Capture them, you don;t want to risk killing anyone -[X] As you close your eyes to protect from the flashbangs already in the air you kick a chunk of brick at your feet from the destroyed wall into the face of the one threatening dad in a single motion as you lunge into the room. Moving from memory, shield up and dashing near to the ground, you sweep the legs of the faux-angel with a shotgun with the flat of your blade. You then shield-bash him mid-fall so he flies back, impacting the fellow with the AK. You open your eyes as the EMPs set to go off as you entered send the world immediately from the flashbang's blinding light into shadow, leaving you the only one with night vision to finish up.