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"... Get the camera," you say, voice monotone despite your incredible flash of genius inspiration. GENIUS. "I have an idea."
Then the dramatic moment is slightly ruined by having to ask Mina where a back exit is, but still. You sweep out of there like you've just unleashed the biggest burn on the greatest asshole in the city - smug and stylish, but quick enough not to get punched once they recover from their humiliation.
That's how it's done.
Oh, right, and you're scarpering down a side-alley to the front of the building now, dressed up in
costume armour. So there's that.
Poking your head around the corner as casually as you can, it's relieving to see that no-one's eyes are on you - not that there's many people around anyway. A few people huddled behind clapped-out cars and assorted detritus, their eyes are focused on the two people battling it out not too far from the amateur dramatics building.
One is - oh, you know that guy. Seen him on the news at least, not that he usually leaves the richer areas, except for the occasional jaunt to rescue some dumbass rich kid who wandered into a seedier area and got taken hostage, or to smash up some drug-ring or gun-smugglers that was starting to cause trouble for the said rich areas. Yep, it's one of the local heroes - the brightly-coloured, spandex-clad one, as opposed to the brooding, armoured, skulking types, like the Carabid.
Dressed in bright yellow and red spandex, upper face covered by a reflective visor, Armory is his name; smacking people (specifically villains) around is his game. Considering he can transform his lower arms into any simple weapons, such as giant blades or sledgehammers, though, he has a lot of ways to
play that game, although from what you've heard, he's nice enough to minimise damage as much as possible - bad for PR otherwise, you guess. In the hands (ha!) of someone who cared less, it's a power that could end fights a lot faster, and with a lot more blood, crushed skulls and lopped-off limbs.
And his enemy is... a giant... metal...
thing.
A giant metal thing that's trashed two buildings with its massive fists, and had just hurled a van that Armory barely dodged; what's visible of the hero's expression is tense.
"Give it up, golem!" he yells at the Giant Metal Thing as it straightens up, concrete shuddering and cracking under the slow stomps as it steps closer to him. "There's nothing for you to gain here!"
The Thing's pale green eyes narrow at that, before it picks up a car - a woman trying to hide behind it promptly screams and runs, ignored by the monster/villain - and winds back, aiming it at -
The dramatics building you're currently around the side of. The building your friends are probably still in.
Aww,
maaaaaan.
Armory, Lv ??
<Lone Hero>
HP: 70/70
Str: 7
Dex: 8
Vit: 7
Int: 5
Wis: 6
Luk: 1
???: 0
Golem, Lv ??
<Metal Monster>
HP: 200/200
Str: 20
Dex: 1
Vit: 20
Int: 3
Wis: 2
Luk: 0
???: 0
[ ] Step out and ham it up before it can throw the car.
-[ ] Plan?
[ ] They're probably already escaping - hang back a while longer and watch.
[ ] Spend a token for an intervention.
-[ ] Specifics? (Must be approved!)
[ ] Stay where you are and start singing.
-[ ] Write in
[ ] Write in
