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SIngularity stopped as the other hero dove out the window after the woman. She'd trust him to take care of her for now and instead turned to the man who'd just lost both hands. She focused her will to halt the bleeding, something that would have been so simple not long ago. It was a temporary solution and one that wouldn't last against the beating of his heart.
For the next solution she had to be far more brutal. There was no time for the drastic effort of re-directing his blood flow entirely, he'd bleed out by then. Instead she brought her good hand to the wounds and touched the severed arteries with a finger tip. Blazing hot light channeled through her finger, cauterizing the severed arteries and ending the threat to his life. He'd need considerable medical attention regardless.
First res-ponders were now arriving on scene and the other hero had the woman at least distracted. "Go down stairs and straight to a medic," she said. She wondered at what had happened to cause all this. The woman had shouted at him, they'd acted as if they knew one another. This wasn't the random act of terrorism it was meant to look like. This was personal.
There would be police downstairs, she'd talk to them and have them investigate the company--maybe they could turn something up. It was best for a member of The Society to not get involved in the ground work of such an operation, the police could certainly handle that level of investigation and didn't need her interference.
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Smash The Control Machine!
Foryou Co Downtown LA 8:57PM
"Thanks, now how about you I don't know arrest the bitch! Thought you SOS stopped these kinds of people." The manager remarked between grunts and growls of pain. Maybe he was just acting out do to pain, maybe it was just who he was. At any rate he began moving to an elevator to ride it down, struggling with hitting the buttons given lack of fingers to do so. Meanwhile a good distance away from the building the fight continued. Calls already coming in to inform officers of the ongoing situation. Authorities at or on the way to the Foryou building easily able to redirect themselves fairly well to where the fighting was.
Preparations allowed the foe to leap over Autocleaver just in time. Turning to face the weeb the submachine gun began to go off but the abilities were just better used for the defensive efforts. Sarah was usually able to keep momentum going for her or stop it in its tracks from hitting her. Managing both however wasn't very practical, was either a very strong defense or the ability to keep running. This was especially so given the number of attacks managing to convert one attack into a speed boost for her over damage sure but almost a dozen bullets that wasn't as likely. So she began to slow down, readying herself to move back at a normal speed so that she could halt the momentum heading towards her.
The bullets would hit her back amongst debris added onto it. A number of thuds as they struck the odd excuse of armor and costume the woman wore. Might be some light bruising but wasn't that troublesome meaning she could turn to face the opposition as he came in with a sword swing. He came at her with the intent to swerve soon behind her if it wasn't for this being so akin to her own move she likely would have been in terrible shape. She would turn to face him as the blade hit her chest. Armor would spark some but one would find that it didn't sink in to deep or draw blood. It would seem to be arrested in movement do to her own abilities.
As the sword stopped Autocleaver would look to quickly be brought up in a heavy swing. Intending to split the man in two. This wasn't the most elaborate move it hinged more on the fact he had made contact. What she touched she controlled movement of, so she looked to freeze him in place for a hopeful direct hit. She would relinquish her stopping efforts near the very end of the swipe. Intending to at last minute turn the hit into something to launch Sarah into a near by alleyway. Use the moment to get away by then moving into a nearby building.
If she couldn't break out of combat though, if this wasn't enough then she simply would set her oversized weapon down. If she wasn't able to get a crippling sword swing in then he'd be on her tail still with officers on approach. She could maybe outrun a hero or the cops but not both. Should this be the outcome her response would be simple. "Fine continue supporting training of brutal corporate sponsored dictators around the world." Of course she was work shopping a lyric from Prison Song she thought it worked though. Odds were she couldn't get V of this mess and Sarah wasn't the nicest lady anyway. So instead she tried to draw attention instead to the issue or at least what she saw the issue to be. She was a violent response to a system that could get away with anything but people would rather stick to their padded cells disguised as homes than challenge the system.
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As that sword came to contact her chest, Qato would see that she was bringing that cleaver down on his head. The way he was holding his sword, blocking the attack with his arm would be too slow... It was already hurt and refused to move too much already. Controlling movement, something Qato couldn't hope to match in any form. He couldn't control anything other than his own powers and his own movement.
If he couldn't move his arm normally, he would force himself to move. Even if it cracked and harmed him, even if it twisted his arm out of shape. His arm barrier had the most defense, so the one not wielding the sword would be the most effective to block.
So, thats what he did. He focused moving his arm as much as he could, putting his power into it - everything was running in slow motion in his head as he focused... The autocleaver, cutting the air. The girl moving to cleave him in half... All of it processed quickly for him, and he knew what was coming. All he had to do was block this one attack with his arm so it could absorb all the shock, and if his injuries stopped him from moving like a normal human -
- He'd move like a doll. With a sickening crack, snap and rip, his arm would move like a dolls... Twisting around, ripping at the skin. Blood of course would spray out, right towards her face and eyes. This was a trade, arm injury to block that attack quickly. It would make his already injuried arm worse, the man screaming in pain but he moved his arm to connect with the middle of the blade, stopping the tip inches from his face.
Despite his screams of pain and yelling in anger, Sarah could probably see it now. The sheer determined look on his face, his knees buckerling. For someone so strong, he could've ended this so easily. But he didn't. He could've snapped Violet and Sarah in half like they were discarded toys, but he didn't. Hell, he could've handled this situation a hell of a lot better. He might've stopped this injury on himself and those around him, but his timidness stopped him. But by twisting and snapping his arm in place firmly, something other than his arm was broken. Something in his head.
His other hand would grab at his sword as soon as he blocked the attack, his power shoving at the blade as it stopped. If he couldn't slash at her skin, he would hammer it through. He'd punch through her armour, or whatever was protecting her. Whether she went flying back or not didn't matter to him. If this didn't stab her now, he wouldn't be able to chase her. He'd be forced to put his arm back together, and she would get away. This block and this hammer and nail technique with his sword was his last ditch effort.
If she bounced away from this, it was clear she'd get away.
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Mon Jun 08, 2020 8:08 pm
Smash The Control Machine!
Foryou Co Downtown LA 8:58PM
Her hit comes in but is defended with by use of an arm getting in the way. It was damaging but also resulted in bloodshed, eyes having to close to avoid the ichor getting in the eyes. The rolling reaper having been given a mask of streaming down vermillion. In keeping sight she was left open to an attack coming in as well. Striking into her stomach, the armor is punched through for what little it actually was. The sword dips into the body some, not piercing through the woman but going deep. And then her plan is set into action rocketing Blitz away just as the hero was starting to have to tap out.
The movement sent Sarah towards a building a hand clutching her side as she worked her way towards a garage attatched to the building. Navigating hallways and dragging her weapon behind her she eventually found herself in the garage. Her eyes keeping a look out for any cars with clothes in the back. Some way to disguise herself, once found an elbow slammed against the glass.
Blitz stripping down as she then moved for a truck someone more country or redneck was who she had been looking for. Another smash to get entry so that she could rummage through the back for duct tape. She held the stolen shirt up as she used the duck tape like bandages. Something to hold herself together as she reached into a pouch. A small vile of sloshing red liquid. The sort that matched her current scarlet mask, she pops the lid and downs the substance.
She would have a permanent scar and it would take some time to heal completely but she wasn't going to bleed out or have to visit a hospital. Next she looked for a car with a rather packed back something where she could hide her armor and Auto Cleaver under the mess. This car she picked the lock of so as to not draw attention to it. She took a moment to switch the plates of it with a car of the same color and make. Throw off any reports of it stolen if for just a moment longer. This was followed by simply cleaning her face and tying her hair up in a bun as she grabbed a baseball cap from the back to hide who she was a bit more.
"I can't have a second act in LA, I can wire money for another chainsaw if you want or you can tag along. If the latter you know the spot." If split up or needing to fallback on eachother there was a closed rolling rink near by they had agreed to. The rolling reaper made the call as she started the car to depart, the call being sent to her accomplice. Sarah was willing to help some if she could but it had to be on her way. She had to tear down the walls of modern society and she wasn't going to be able to do that sticking around LA for a round two. Or waiting for someone to make up their mind. She wasn't a total bitch she liked to think but she also wasn't going to slow down. This wasn't a total bust but not quite the success she was after and she had many more places to set fire to.
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