battle for mexico

“Sara the attack on Mexico try and keep your efforts away from there ok? Love ya sis.”

Taylor was the sister of the up and coming heroic blond bombshell. And of course the sister was infinitely capable of manipulating Sara to do her bidding. By saying don’t go, Taylor knew she encouraged Sara to be in Mexico. By saying efforts, she implied keep activity to a minimal and stay safe. That translated to Sara not wanting to play one girl army or anything of that nature. She would save people fight the problem causers but not endanger the take over. It was a calculated action performed with execution more thought out then most people could fathom. Taylor was a genius, but Taylor is not the focus of this part of the tale…..

“Love ya to Oveeya” Sara remarked calling her sister by her last name to annoy the brunette beauty. Following this phone call of course Sara sped towards the war zone at speeds that caused a sound like thunder. She would do her best to avoid anything majorly risky but she still wouldn’t refrain from this conflict. The fact was the world needed a light, a hero, a symbol that all the chaos wasn’t suffocating. That was Sara, at least she thought so. Calamity had to have a end at some point. Venezuela was leveled, then made into a war zone only months later. The Statue of Liberty was destroyed. Racism was building now more then ever with this ‘Eden’ home to humans only. The world while intact was spiraling out of control with every day. Sara had vowed to herself to fix that, to constantly fight for a brighter world. A superior, spectacular, special world. Rather then a world that was defined by another S word that consisted of four letters.

Entering the borders revealed the dark reality of war, it wasn’t a game. No honor came out of these fights. War had high caliber rounds leaving crater like wounds in bodies. War lead to severed limbs and barbaric actions. Patriotic fathers took up machetes but age withered resilience and had them cut down. Anarchist sons stole guns in rebellion only to find a bullet through their cranium. Revolutionist mothers found themselves at the end of hatchet swings. Innocent daughters found themselves taken advantage of. In the mouth of madness the true hearts of man is revealed. Often times in doing so the noble fall, the wicked rise and the world losses value. It was already doing so. Those brave enough to fight were almost all out matched by the angry, by the depressed, by the insane, by the misunderstood. The streets were a ruin, signs of crime and conflict rampant throughout. None of it hit the gold haired beauty more though then the population. The dark turn she knew was taking place. With daring grace Saraph swooped into the mass crowd below her of ongoing conflict.

Down the road was a tank, at first she worried not. Then she spotted it was aiming for a orphanage where children were evacuating. Swiftly she jumped into the way just as thunder echoed through the street. A powerful rocket caught in the teen’s hands before it could do harm. Straining against the repulsion the blond directed the cannon round upward. In a loud roar and eventual explosive crack the round missed it’s mark. Instantly Sara dashed forward toward the tank gripping the cannon and ripping it off the bottom half of the military vehicle. The way she swung the platform dropped one of the anarchist thieves onto his head ending his reign. She proceeded to dispatch the heavy remains by tossing it at an apc some thugs were planning to hijack. She had regretfully failed to get their in time to stop the police from being slain. The tank remnants though split the armored car in half preventing further exploits. In doing this though one of the low lives who had still been in the tank tried to be sly. Attempting to sneak around the chassis and get a better look at the blond. In disgust as soon as she spotted him her boot slammed into the low life's chin flinging him through the bar window a few feet away and into the glass bottles beyond.

Having a moment now to breathe she noticed a escalating conflict not far out. A lot of flames, a black jet, those were the two most obvious. She paused in disbelief she knew that jet, Quintus. Desperately Sara began to run at high speeds in that direction. The high velocity flipped many cars and triggered plenty of glass shattering sonic booms in her wake. This sighting meant something to the heroin. It meant perhaps a chance to establish heroes in this world. A chance to give true hope to a crumbling world. She was a blur of red gold and blue blinded by a childish hopefulness. Her eagerness though unseen by her could lead to her down fall as she was running into a obviously brooding conflict.

“Man has created but a single creature, one living intity. Man will never be god for instead of making homo sapiens man made war. A foul beast forged of hate and greed. There is no greater diplomacy then war. But it is the monster one can’t remove from beneath the bed.” ~Taylor Oveeya

Heroically helping the civilians and innocents safely escape the confines of this distraught country, the emerald archer had effectively rendered most of the escaping refuges safe through his presence alone being determent to any illicit operatives, the combat surveillance being watchfully performed by Abigail from an elevated position served as a sizable measure of preemptive defense, her watchful eyes keeping the Paragon safe from any possible ambushes or attacks which he could possibly miss due to being preoccupied, as he gestured some people outside, his phone chimed, "Gotcha...we'll be ready" ending the call being happy that this operation had been a success having employed the necessary measures in aiding safe passage to the civilians without too much hostile resistance from anybody Kurt swiftly ran up to Abigail's position knowing the two where about to leave, shooting her a quick glance, "We're being picked up by Agent Higgins, one of those Mutant Affairs people...sit tight" Smiling, he then looked overhead keeping a keen eye on the evacuees just in case things got hairy prior to @agent_higgins hopefully picking them up.

Mexico City

Amaranth was first down the ramp of the C-17 cargo plane. The Wolves were right behind him, laden with backpacks and rucksacks. The Mexican Flock leaders as well as their cartel and military allies awaited him. An unlikely coalition but the seizure of mexico by the latest insane tyrant was bad for business all around. Promises and money changed hands. Promises from Amaranth and money from the cartels. With a silent nod the titan of war departed.

The Wolves fell in behind him as he accessed his link to Albert and issued a single command.

"Charlotte."

And with those words Albert Esotrix activated implanted psychocircuitry in the minds of the Immortal and the Wolves. Each could send and receive thoughts, visual, linguistic and auditory, at will. A secondary web was next, this one a temporary and lower quality set of links to every Flock cell commander in the country.

"Apollo."

Albert was an alpha level telepath but he was also one of the worlds strongest clairvoyants. Noetic conditioning had trained him to create a spatial map of a large area and hone in on the physical location of any psychic signature in the web in heartbeats. Locating the most powerful astral signatures took a moment longer but within thirty seconds Amaranth had a real time view of the combat.

Across the country Flock cells dug up spare ammo and wielded additional armor to their vehicles. News helicopters were confiscated and hospitals were occupied to ensure medical care for their wounded. IED's were assembled. Car lots were seized and gas stations drained of fuel. Mutant neighborhoods called up every able bodied Arcani and begin to stockpile food and water.

The off the shelf army was activated.

Venezuela

Light sat somewhere on the edge of a terrace of a random building in the city. After Xenon acadamy, he became pretty much homeless. The acadamy just one day closed. As rumors had it, one of the creators of the universe came down anf now, the place is abondoned, and rotting. He couldve gone and continued living there, but that wouldve been too much of a hassle to even bother. Between both his fathers wanting them home, he really had no choice. And Light didnt want to go to either of them.

His father, Light Castle, appeared behind him as usual. He had news, concerning news.
"Im not going with you father..." Light said, even before his father could speak, and before he had made himself known. Light could always sense his father when hes around. His lightning powers make him slightly telepathic when it came to sensing presense.
Light wasnt there to force his son to come with him, not that he would even need to if he wanted to. Taking possession of his sons mind and do anything he wanted of his son would be as easy as breathing for him. However, he had no intention of 'breathing' his way with his sons mind, "I have news of your uncle." He said.

"Uncle?" Light asked, standing up to look his father in the eye. He thought his father was talking about the Undead Lords, the Great 10.
"...from the realm." Light added, after having read his sons immediate thoughts. "Your uncle, Husain Mankhan....also known as Flame Wheel."
"....Hes here. I know." Light said, nodding. He thought his father was going to tell about his uncle who came to the realm to fetch him. Light had already been approached by him, and refused.

"No.. his life is in danger, should you choose to; you can save him." Light told his son. It was more of a proposal. "All you need to do is come with me to your REAL home." Light made his stance very clear. It almost sounded like a threat.
Light was disgusted at his father. He threatened his father, with one finger pointed at his hand, with lightning sizzling around it, "If anything happens to him...I will find a way...and kill you!"

Light laughed at his sons hollow threats. Its not often he gets to hear death threats from anyone outside of the Great 10. He doesnt tolerate it either. Anyone even thinking about it usually dies. They usually kill themselves afterwards, "Oh no, Im not going to touch your...uncle. But pretty soon, he will die if he dont get help."
"...What.. where is he?!" Light asked, getting impatient with the conversation that didnt seem to be going anywhere in particular.

"...Mexico." Light said, laughing. Deep inside, he knew it was he that subconciously pushed Flame Wheel into the Mexico war. There was no way Flame Wheel tasked with retrieving Light would go and join an Earhtly war, the possibility was Nil.
Mexico? Light thought. Why would his uncle go to a warzone. Then he realized it must have been his father. He would go to any means to get what he wanted. In fact, his father is the only other guy that can manipulate the Great 10 in order to get what he wanted.

Light didnt wait. He took off towards Mexico at top speed. His father appeared as an Astral image in Lights mind that made it seem like his father was hovering in the air in front of him, "...The offer still stands, son." He said.
"Leave me alone!" Light tried to shake his fathers image from his mind, it disappeared after a while. Light was now zooming at about 3 times the speed of light. He was not going to let anyone of his family die. He had already lost his grandfather once. Light could not bear to see anyone else die.

@saraph@ragman1138@agent_higgins

The warm air in his lungs seemed to fuel him like no other nourishment or energy could. The forward movement of his chest acted as a catalyst for any an all doubts to render; as far as Bluff was concerned there was no room for second guessing himself, even when faced against beings that most in another time would have considered to be gods. But Bluff knew better. These weren't gods in his wake, they were fallacies who deemed themselves as such. False prophets and idols who used their power to deny and conceal the world of their true forms. Bluff's initiative aptitude allowed him to see past the thick veil the world and it's "heroes and villains" had created. He understood the structures and the complex systems of the common man as well as the super powered being. Everything had a design and just like every design in the natural world, there was bound to be a weakness, a short point, a cut corner, something that rendered the design imperfect. He had to believe this as he paced towards the battle grounds, anger in his eyes and contempt concealed within his grin. If there was a weakness here, he would not only exploit it but use it to accomplish his goal to successfully apprehend the president from both his would be saviors and aggressors.

The first thing to garner his attention was the hot sticky fire that seemed to plague the epicenter of the battle. Had it not been for the sickening sound of thunder crackling over him he might of stopped to see if he were in any true danger. The sound of another superhuman breaking the sound barrier from overhead brought Bluff back from the brink of schism. No time for second guessing. Thriving in the chaos was his only hope. It was either act or react and in this point in his life he knew better than to wait and see. That kind of action only left room for vengeance and retaliation. Neither of which Bluff fancied upon. He'd rather be the perpetrator in this specific scenario and the rest to follow. Those who were unwilling to throw the first punch were either weak, naive or both.

Taylor sat on an Apache Helicopter that flew over the ashy smoke clouded skies of Mexico. War had come to the nation and it was ill prepared for such a danger. Tanks and mortal man were not equivalent to monsters mutants and demigods. Below her were the streets ravaged by conflict, cannon shells and gunfire the symphony of the people. Screams and cries of mercy echoed through the streets of a condemned local. War feeds the ambitions of man and in it’s wake only two kinds of people tended to be forged. The people who were devils in human clothing thinking they were in the right, and the humans who thought themselves to be aspiring devils. There was no salvation for these people, not because nobody could stand up to the enemy. But rather because it didn’t seam the world had the unity to do so.

The people most known for saying “will send are sons and daughters to war for you” was America. But America was being governed by a blind man who did nothing. Perhaps not in a figurative sense either. Other nations in part had no time to care, to many threats brewing that needed containment. Taylor had contemplated trying to change this. That however had many variables, guiding and manipulating was a hard art. And the infinite bombshell didn’t know if she had the right brush to perform such a piece. This game of hers was something of great balance and execution, most would be baffled by how thought out her every actions were. To become a leader of any nation for her would be like playing the flawless note of a concert that moved a crowd to tears. It wasn’t impossible but a challenging endeavor. For the moment Taylor was the simple overseer of the events in play.

It was perhaps impossible to know how the events would go, the future was not a full proof thing. A single misstep could change the outcome, but unlike most Taylor at least saw every step and misstep to come. And she could adapt to the circumstance with subliminal ease. She was not like her sister, Taylor could be broken with ease she was but Mortal flesh and bone. Unlike her sister though she had senses and perception unmatched. For the time she thought herself a street level, but she knew also the truth. She was one of the people with the best odds against any foe. For competing with the tyrannosaurus of tactical tenacity was like playing with someone who may be a hundred steps ahead of the others.

Hanging up the phone Taylor moved a golden piece onto the chess board that was designed to look like her sister. A natural chess unit of gold was before her. The king was the seemingly ‘resurrected’ Quintus. On the opposite side of her was a man masked by shadows. His appearance impossible to tell. His chess pieces were designed in the image of the attackers. Contrary to a natural set however almost all his pieces were just pawns. But there was an additional row of units. A symbolic interpretation of the Mexico assailants. In the eyes of Taylor and her allie that was what the attacking side was. Not an elaborate force, just one that didn’t have much room to breach through. These silver forces were topped with a king and queen in the visage of Taylor and the man in front of her. But what he didn’t know was that in this game it was the queen that had to fall to win, not the king.

“Blinded is this world. Composed of false idols and arrogant fools” remarked the cloaked ambiguous figure.

Taylor lifted the glasses of hers and smiled. “Man has created but a single creature, one living entity. Man will never be god for instead of making homo sapiens man made war. A foul beast forged of hate and greed. There is no greater diplomacy then war. But it is the monster one can’t remove from beneath the bed.”

@agent_higginsVoltuire could no longer waste time with the fight it was time for him to leave and with that he bent down and jumped exploding out of the ground busting through layers and layers of earth and cement leaving a giant hole in the underground bunker. But he did not stop at the ground he had leapt higher then he mean't to he finally stopped at cloud level and that is when he began his descent towards the ground at a very rapid pace while Volturie was falling towards the terrain he scanned the area looking for the president's signature his head stopped moving as he located his target it was unequivocally the president although he seemed to be near some strong presences

.Voltuire wondered how many of them he would have to decimate them and then he landed the ground around him cratered upon impact although voltuire himself was fine . He knew where to find the president he would have to get their post haste meaning he would have to release some of the power he was holding back everyone around him would soon be able to feel his presence which means the minute he got within range of his enemies they would sense it .Not that it mattered after all he would soon be on them and this whole thing would soon be over "now then it's time to cut loose "

.Voltuire tightened his fists as his muscles expanded and the air around him crackled with small sparks of lightning the pressure around him was immense and then he was gone in a instant he had disappeared leaving only a crater as proof of his time their . Voltuire was moving at speeds faster then the human eye could comprehend soon he would be upon his prey and crush any who dared to oppose him .

There was an unprecedented amount of maniacal mayhem abounding in the streets of Mexico. It was a cascade effect of one thing going wrong after another and throughout the duration, Zara kept her calm despite never having had any intention of being here. There were kids on the streets of the US that she could be saving, there were artifacts that she could be stealing. But here she was, acting like some big damn hero in the midst of a presidential extraction.

Pyres of fiery heat surrounded them as it was one attack and aversion after another. It was during this time that she split off from the crew as they all took cover and regrouped. With Ellie in her ear, she performed mobile reconnaissance around the area, with realtime plays being reported through the helmet that she wore fitted to her cowl.

Updated reports included the appearance of an unfamiliar faction to Ellie, their locations and stance reported through to the acrobatic thief who had recently become such a little fish out of water.

The unmistakable boom of a powerful engine cracked through the air and her eyes went up to see the sleek black vehicle that Quintus was undoubtedly piloting in a rescue rendezvous.

Providing eyes from the ground, as well as cover should they need it, Voleuse continued veering in and out of streets, ensuring that they were cleared of all people and providing a secure square for the extraction of Higgins and the presidential family.

"You've got incoming from the flank, take evasive or tactical maneuvers." Ellie's voice echoed in her brothers head as Voleuse got herself into position. Should the illustrious Knightfall be unable to contend with him, she'd release the payload within the bike.

The senator entered the private room with great haste and the wrestling prodigy stood firmly in front of the door with the rest of the guards in front of him. He was terrified, but his mask covered the emotion. Raiyo was considered the best, but even he knew this was out of his comfort zone; never had he faced another superhuman and the possibility of it being the invader was high.

Beneath the feet of the former champion there was a small vibration. Another second, a bigger one. A third second had passed, the vibration felt into a rumble. Lights began to flicker and the rumbling grew with intensity. The guards looked up as they began shouting, pointing their guns in the air, waiting for a possible attack.

BOOM!

A man ripped through the metal ceiling of the bunker and the impact killed the guards, dispersing them across the floor and the walls. Raiyo was the only survivor.

The invader was a bit taller than the prodigy but his eyes personified his intentions. Those eyes were intense, strict, and Raiyo knew his opponent was not going to be merciful in his attacks. The former champion clenched his sweaty palm into a fist, trying to look fearless and brave;he hoped Voltuire would not unmask the façade.

"And who might you be you put out a stronger aura then these guards here. If you're here to fight you I will only warn you once that I am very powerful".

Raiyo looked straight into his opponent's eyes as his mind scrambled to find words to respond the invader. Immediately a burst of flames appeared before the powerful superhuman and asked him if he needed assistance. The prodigy masked his terror as the possibility of facing two super humans was too much for him.

" No if you wanna help go find and kill the Mexican president I am sure he is being guarded by strong people".

Raiyo's eyes widened. It all made sense now. The strange caped crusader crashing into the building, the army of police officers, the president was hiding and now Voltuire knew of the location.

His fiery ally dissipated in the air and the invader immediately jumped up, launching himself through the floors he broke through. It was obvious the senator was not his priority at the moment.

Raiyo remained a bit shaken but his mind flashed back to what Voltuire said. 'Strong people.' The invader considered himself powerful and there were 'strong people' in Mexico? Have more heroes arrived?

The prodigy clenched his fist even tighter than before. Redemption cannot be obtained if he did nothing. Yellow sparks surged out of his body as he made his way to the hole. Looking up at the vertical tunnel, he saw his foe come down. Electricity surrounded the feet of the young luchador. Energy began to build up until he was rocketed through the holes. The former world champion launched out of the ground with a narrow cylindrical vortex of yellow electricity trailing behind him. Looking down at the ground there was a crater, most likely left by the invader. It was obvious where he was going: Mexico City.

With his electricity circulating his body, he charged toward the city with great speed, fueled by his will to protect the nations and redeem himself. He was closing in on the city as a yellow bolt cut through the skies of Mexico.

There was Voltuire, there was the rest of the heroes. The prodigy focused his eyes on the invader as he lowered his speed and clenched his electrified fist. He aimed toward the upper spine of his foe, intending to knock him forward with such speed and momentum. With the clenched fist he shouted.

"I am lightning! I am Raiyo!"

Voltuire was in the middle of his jump when an object caught him by surprise the force of it sent him tumbling into the ground making a hole where he landed dust rose from where Volturie had fallen when suddenly Voltuire rose from the hole revealing that their was not a single scratch on his body not only that his appearance had changed due to him releasing a bit more of his power .He was much more built then before and his hair had grown and turned grey and the pressure around him had grown exponentially Voltuire soon looked at his new challenger with the eye's that a lion would look at a gazelle with as he did he let loose a wicked laugh ". So I see you have a spine after all and power too although normally I would fight you at power level equal to your this form is slightly higher though but i think you earned the right to battle me as I am seeing as you are so eager to die in battle I will not keep you waiting". And with that Voltuire attacked raising his fists in his boxing style he dashed toward the fighter and was their in almost an instant he then began throwing monstrous jabs with the power to completely smash a skull and at a speed that would make his fists looks invisible to a human he decided to start him off light to see how he would do against Voltuire's attempt to test him .

6 hours after meeting the rebels

A series of hand signals under the desert moon. Cassius along with ten other men (a mix of cartel members and remnants of military and police forces) laying face down on the sand.

Transcribed from said signals

"Two teams, eyes high stay low"

Crawling across the sharp sand a nagging thought struck home this was truly suicidal.

Two hours previous ( partially translated from Spanish)

"Let me get this straight, you want us to attack a heavily fortified position with a handful of men and you want us to do it today?" The expression on the Mexican rebel leaders faces one of utter surprise and confusion.

Cassius looked over the plans laid out in front of him moving pieces around and then looking up at the collection of cartel enforcers police man and armed citizens. "That's exactly what i'am saying. We go in fast and quiet through the desert. We create one hell of a distraction and leave the bulk of our forces to get the others over the border. No more than 10-12 men strike force. Two teams, two entry points sweep and clear till you get the charges in place. Clear to here and then dig in. Blow charges and hold out as long as we can. Once we get over run or the signal comes through we use the last charge to get out."

"I know this sounds unnatural to most of you but this is my job trust me. A full scale attack will result in huge loses. A crack team using stealth and wit will cause chaos from within. We get among them, dress as them, they will have no idea till we want them to"

Back in the desert

The crimson Knightfall entered carefully into the mountain estate signally the go to his 4 man team behind him. Closing the window carefully behind them. Signalling to the last two to take the corners by the door the final member on his 6 as he crept through the door and out into the corridor placing his guns back into his belt Cassius signaled his partner and then the fun began. Walking out into the square with hands above his head his partner standing rifle to his head leading him out into the open.

"I have found one of the rebels Sir,"

Cass's fingers signalling a countdown safely hidden behind his masked head 3-2-1.

CRACK

"On your knees assassin"

Cassius dropped down shaking his head after a hammer blow of a riffle butt striking hard across the back of his helmet. An older man walks through the crowd of surrounding enemy targets pistol in hand.

"Generalissimo i believe i have captured a rebel leader."

Lifting Cassius's chin with the barrel of his sidearm looking into the visor where his eyes where hidden

"You have done well, take him to the cells"

Being pulled up to his feet a the chorus of explosion started somebody had jumped the gun. Grabbing his guns Cass fired a barrage of shots into the surrounding soldiers their blood cascading from their falling forms and into the sand. Rolling into cover the sound of heavy fire pelting the other side of the stone wall. The numbers game suddenly sinking in starting a countdown on his watch Cassius looked over at the loan ally he had at his side

"we need to keep this place busy for at least 30 mins. Hold this location use the bottleneck, play it safe no heroes here. Keep their attention thats all you need do."

Nodding his head towards his lone ally Cassius popped a few shots off round the corner "Come and get us motherf*ckers"

@lowlaville

Like Shade had predicted, the roar of the flames had ceased as soon as he stopped fighting it and let the force carry him a distance away. Shade watched his opponent carefully, scanning his body for anything unusual or something surprising so he may be able to expect the unexpected.

"Let's see you deal with this."

His opponent said cold yet confidently as he brought his hands together relatively slowly to make one large fist. A small, intense, black fire was birthed and danced within the enemies' hands, and the surrounding fire that Flame Wheel was consumed by kindled into a more immense and prominent tornado of heat.

Crap. This obviously isn't just any normal ball of fire.

As his opponent opened his fist like grip on the ball, it shot forward at incredible speeds and even with Shade's extreme eyesight, it seemed almost impossible to keep a trail on. As the sphere quickly gained ground on it's target, the black flames were felt more and more as it neared.

His vision finally caught to the powerful sphere's heat source Only a few feet away from Shade, as he almost instinctly performed an Olympic like vault and twisted over the ball.

Too easy.

Pride was something that Shade was premature on because while leaping, the ball slightly grazed the posterior of the carbonated warrior's forearm, causing a large explosion to that of multiple sticks of dynamite. The once black flames now evolved into an intense bright white flash and tossed Shade to the feet of his opponent.

"Ow. Ow. Not cool. Seriously not cool. You tore a hole in my pants, boy."

On his knees Shade hacked black blood onto the floor and directed some of the liquid to his opponents toes as an insult.

"I liked these pants...I liked them a lot!"

Bringing his head up to meet the face of his opponents he jolted up like a spring and attempted to headbutt the underside of Flame Wheel's chin, well aware that a spontaneous attack like that may not work he began to wildly send barrages of his open palms to slash and claw at any possibility of a living organism within the flames.

@ownagepants: Olivers thoughts were racing at the speed of light. he calmly and quickly collected him self and included Volutire in the telepathic link he had set up. "Voultire, tell me what you need done!" he said as he kept following the caped crusader's jet following it closely but not so close as to let the Caped Crusader know he was being followed

@ownagepants: @quintus_knightfall@agent_higgins@voleuse: @ragman1138

Opting against immersion in the pathetically incited false bravado of unfruitful combat, the Future Fraga instead offered tactically protective support for the fleeing presidential party. Inculcating confidence of Agent Higgins' competence and abilities in the prominently affable operative, Fraga diverted the preponderance of her conscious locus into her momentarily prioritized aspiration of ensuring the safety of the president and his family. Consuming the plurality of her energy and stamina in the frequently corybantic use of quantum-generated teleportation for maximum effectiveness in the maintenance of adjacent proximity to the armed guard, Agent Higgins, the president etc.

Preternatural senses of genetic imparting alerted the temporally forthcoming Knightfall of impending antagonism by their apparent opposition. Incapable of the appropriate means to detect the incoming illusionary assault on Agent Higgins, Yana focused the majority of her conscious efforts into protecting her unacquainted ally from remaining visible attacks. "Ah, idiotas", intuitively voicing her instinctive annoyance at the admittedly admirable persistence of these globally unknown terrorists, Fraga, fully aware of her depleting energy reserves, channeled her only refined quantum-related ability. Vibrantly pulsating, minuscule spherical particles of vidid blueness generated all about her. Exercising anomalous control, the Future Fraga initiated securely regulated high-energy particle collisions.

Thrusting her palm towards Agent Higgins' distant frame, the Martial Arts Reina enveloped the enthusiastic operative in a rapidly occurrent Einstein-Rosen Bridge, safely relocating him a foot away from their enemy's previously approaching assault. Panting in facially evident fatigue from expending utilization of her quantum-teleportation, Yana briefly winced at the agonizing shredding of her muscular tissue from overwhelming overexertion. Physical impairment unfortunately cultivating her struggle in the maintenance of pace, the stubbornly altruistic Knightfall again accessed her synthetically imparted wormhole generation.

Focusing the remainder of her exertion in the production of substantially weakened wormholes, capable of only segmented teleportation of the colossally manifested, diaphanous dragon, Yana left the remaining, considerable portion to Quintus, confident in her relative's resourcefulness, aware of his exemption from her protective intentions. Rendered incapable of maintaining sufficient pace, Fraga's waning physicality grew evident in her flickering lessening of controlled teleportation. On the brink of an abrupt halt, her athletic frame was skillfully boarded onto Voleuse' motorbike by the feline-themed woman, a faint smile of authenticated gratitude facially expressed by the panting Fraga.

@raiyo: @ownagepants: @cassuis_slay_knightfall: @fraga: Laughingstock stood next to the vice president's desk in his bunker under Los Pinos silently holding his revolver pointed at the door and Moses' Dagger of Sin in the other hand. "You better come through with that pay." Said Laughingstock as he looked towards the president. The Vice President nodded his head with fear in his look, a sound rang through the bunker as the security looked up at the ceiling. Laughingstock snapped his fingers at a group of 10 agents sitting near the dining area, "You 4 check out the left side of the building, you 4 check out the right, you 2 need to guard the outside of the bunker." The agents got up from the table and ran out of the bunker carrying their assault rifles to their positions. He stared at the door to the bunker and held up his revolver to the door with his finger ready to fire off the rounds as soon as anything walked through the door.

@true_kid_shadoe:

Now that was some craziness of technique, Flame Wheel thought as his opponent tried dodging his technique. Nonetheless, the explosion sent Shade towards him. He was obviously hurt. Flame Wheel decided to end it, and pointed his hand at his opponent now looking at him. Before he could make a move, Shade leaped up towards him. At the distance, it was impossible to dodge or evade. Shade struck at the barrier of light that combusted as it felt the need to illuminate. While it did no apparant harm to Flame Wheel, it did threw him up and across the street. Flame Wheel managed to do a flip and land on both his feet. His opponent must've been crazy strong. He didnt want to imagine the worst case scenerio if he did have to take the full brunt of an attack such as that.

Flame Wheel let out a roar as he intensified the flames on his body so that he was no burning white hot. The bricks under his feet started to melt under the superflames. Flame Wheel erupted behind Shade, out of a fire that was left burning after his last attack. Acquiring multiple forms over one another is not usually easy. And he cannot just teleport to flames that burn hotter than himself. So it was inevitable, as he tried to sneak up on his opponent. His opponent could no doubt feel the intense flames as it was hot enough to be felt about considerable distances. Using both hands and his open mouth, Flame Wheel let out a giant ocean of flames racing towards his opponents back. It wasn't as fast as the previous attack, but an attack launched from the back would be according to him, the best course of action.

The flames on his body started dying down all of a sudden for some reason even he could not place. He attempted to reforce the flames but they were not responding. Time was running out, he needed to be out of those flames if he don't want to be burnt to dust. Before that, he needed to make sure his dark grey skinned abomination was dead and done with.

Light Outsider

Light entered Mexico, the land torn apart with fighting and chaos. Human wars were at best a nuisense. There was no need to fight, as it was not likely they will be reborn. The danger was, neither will his uncle. Death on Earth is permanent, unlike back at the realm. Gunfire, shouting and destruction and cries wherever he went. He needed to find his uncle, and fast. Time was running out.

"I...could help you." Lights father appeared hovering in front of Light.

Light was seriously getting pissed off now. It was quite clear his father wasnt going to help him save his uncle. If he had wanted, that couldve easily been done, by stopping whatever, or whoever was to be the instrument of Flame Wheels death. "...Just tell me where he is!"

"That way." Lights father said, and disappeared again.

Light resumed his flight in the direction his father had pointed to, all the while hoping he was not late. His father is an evil entity, who kills people for the fun of it. Hes heard stories from his uncle Silver Brekken as a kid, of how his father had disposed of an entire town for his own amusement. He had all of them hang each other to death. Most of the time, they don't even realize why they are doing what they are doing, or what they are doing. They just do it.

@voleuse: @fraga: @kidman560: @ragman1138: @agent_higgins:

Quintus had been receiving continuous live feeds and up to date news coverage in route to the natural survivalist, Agent Higgens. The President's forced evacuation of office coupled with the murderous removal of several prominently influential cabinet members had created a vicious power vacuum. Cartels and rebel forces clashing throughout the destabilized Latin republic had turned the cities and rural areas into all-out war-zones with the civilian population caught in the crossfire.

Regardless of the country's fate, it was evident that the small congregation of unlikely confederate heroes were not about to surrender the lives of the President nor his family. They would stand, they would fight, they would draw a line in the sand, and go out in a blaze of sacrificial glory if need be. And the people loved them for it. Modern day Robin Hoods, unwavering in the face of overwhelming odds and unjustified occupation determined to show the World that just because a person had the power to impose their will on a weaker class, it did not make it right. The democratic process of a free nation would not be discarded simply because a select few could throw fire from their hands, fly at intense speeds, manifest nightmares with a thought, or alter reality. Where would it lead? Mexico would only be the first. If allowed to succeed the message would be clear, anyone who disagreed with a democratically elected government, voted in by free men and women, could simply rise up and take control. And do so in the name of improvement.

These thoughts and many more raced through the analytical mental machinations of the Knightfall Crusader. Compartmentalizing the emotional rage from the tactical theorem propagated by the efforts to safely evacuate the Presidential party. And like clock work, the cerebral militarily minded MHA agent impressively negotiated a multitude of lingering hazards while managing to establish a temporarily safe extraction point atop one of several partial constructed foundations.

Innovative customizations incorporated within Quintus' stylish jet allowed for a VTOL (vertical take of and landing) theme conversion of the wings. Enabling the aerial masterpiece to hover over head in order to retrieve the roof stranded assemblage. The First Lady and her daughter were the first to ascend up the repelled ladder to be followed by the President, and finally Agent Higgins. Reaching the half way point, with his family safely inside, El Presidente yelled out in horror. Simultaneously the Knightfall Jet's early warning instrumentation sounded as the cockpit inherently switched to inferred. An unexplained fabrication of mythical resemblance flashed towards the plane taking the form of a dragon. With Agent Higgins and the President strenuously holding on to the ladder, the Knightfall Polymath was forced to take evasive action.

Careening violently to the side in a display of artistic piloting skill the True Arashikage narrowly eluded the illuminated manifestation. However the agitated aerial aversions sudden and gravity inducing strain was more then the President could withstand. Slipping free from the ladder he fell several stories to ground, almost bouncing on impact. "NO!" roared Quintus. Unsure if the third World leader were alive or dead. "Voleuse, Fraga! The President is down, repeat, El Presidente.......is down."dispatching his last known coordinates into the gymnastically adapt thief's motorcycle mainframe in hopes the feme fatales could reach the injured head of state before anyone else.

@quintus_knightfall: Oliver was overjoyed "just what i needed" moving at the speed of light Oliver broke his cover and raced ,hurriedly, to where the president dropped. "there is no one who is faster than light, except me of course" he thought to himself. and then another thought popped into his mind "and what would your father say if you killed the president..." his thought trailed off as he came in for the landing

he found the president on the ground and nearly dead. "dont worry sir i am here to help" Oliver sent out a light to heal the president. he then looked at the president "look you have 2 choices stay here and die or disappear, i understand you're in trouble here but i cant just let you go..." he said "or can i" his thoughts raced he had no idea why he was doing this but he needed to. he picked up the president and headed off for the plane.

When he reached the plane he sent out a message to the caped crusader "where to you want el presidente to be taken to?" he doubted the man would believe him at all but he didnt care. His father was a warrior for the light, which stood for good, honesty, and moral justice, and he too must be a warrior of the light like his father before him.

Oliver hoped to make up for the wrong he had been doing here! he needed to make up for it and now was his chance!

Voltuire stopped himself in the middle of his attack and instead moved away it dawned on him that he had more important business to attend to so you using his electromancy he transformed himself into electricity and entered the electricity cables all the way to the Mexican capital he was their in almost an instant as he entered the city .Which was heavily guarded by Mexican soldiers when they saw voltuire they did not shoot him they probably realized he could kill them all if he wanted too but not only that he was now the only one who could stop this madness they led him to the city hall where reporters from all over were waiting to hear the invader's words he walked into the center of the room and the cameras would broadcast his words not only over all of mexico but all over the world and finally he spoke as he did so their was passion in his voice.

People of mexico i am your invader my name is voltuire and right now things are crazy i understand this you probably blame me for all the bad things happening right now any different then the thing's happening before i came i think not you are looking for an excuse for your state and while i have done a lot of thing's. I did not force anyone to do anything if people act evil then it is of their own nature i come not to bring you death but rather salvation you see before i came and started this revolution were you daily lives so different .You lived under a corrupt government that was supposed to protect you but never did you lived in fear because you did not have the power to protect yourselves from the danger that plagued you and your family's and the one's who had the power did nothing you treat me as the cause of all this but were your lives so safe from the start. No they were not you lived in a state of constant fear because it was the only way to survive well i say no more the living in fear end's here .Under my guidance i will remove all corruption from this government and bring in a system where it's first job is securing the safety of it's citizens. I bring you not a kingdom of death but rather a kingdom of life and comfort knowing that people are truly watching after you people of mexico if you are tired of living in fear and wondering if the next day will be your last of having to do things that make you sick every day just to get by. Then i say rise up join me and together we will transform mexico until let this be the last day where the Mexican people live in fear because they feel they have not the power to protect themselves let this be the last day a boy goes hungry because his parent's are dead and no one can feed him let this be the last day that a man works all of his life to make something of himself in this world using all of his strength only to have it torn away from him. Let this be the death of that mexico and out of it's corpse rises a phoenix let this be the day of the birth of a new mexico one that reaches all the goals that it's former self could never hope to achieve people of mexico i come to deliver you from darkness and into a new age of enlightenment and strength "voltuire paused.

Her sister knew the outcomes that were likely to pass, had plotted and orchestrated events. Nothing went unthought out in Taylor’s wake. The infinite mind was so far ahead of the game nobody knew what game they were even playing. But the symphony had not reached its crescendo yet. Everyone was but a instrument to be played, a piece to be moved. Sara was no exception…..

The blond in a blur of movement was in pursuit of the most notable figure who’d set foot in Mexico during this war. Quintus Knightfall if anyone could pull some kind of justice from this circumstance it was him. Aspiring to match him led to the predictable outcome of the alluring teen. The question was not so much what would she do or how, but would it be enough. Of course the climax can not be enjoyed truly without knowing the path traveled. In frantic speeds the angel of vigilance chased both the signature raven hued aircraft and it’s vibrant bright follower. Then when attacked the jet followed in a breath taking display of what could only be described as true arial acrobatics. Despite the safety of Quintus some allies and even the family the father, the president fell. This plummet would indeed be absolutely fatal. Surprisingly however before even the alluring heroin could intervene the trailing light caster jumped to help. He went from pursuing the Knightfall dominant name, to saving the source of both his and the Knightfall’s target figure.

Reaching the group Sara turned first to Quintus. “It’s a honor” she paused there so as to not say something stupid. You know like how she thought him as perhaps the most attractive Knightfall. Or how she was glad he wasn’t dead or how her heart rate might of gone up a bit being around him etc. “We can’t win this war it’s a given. At the moment we just don’t have the muscle yet. Keep at it. Get away from here. I’m going to try and provide an opening.” Following this she turned to el presidente and his savior. “Glad to see you on our side. Keep safe okay I hate hearing about people dying let alone obviously good people.” With that the vigilant angel made haste to the news room. Where the biggest broadcast of the day was accruing. Sara could not let this go without some kind of intervention. Best case scenario her efforts would solidify the resistance and there for present mentality. Worst case scenario she hoped it’d at least stir a few hearts to stay against the ruling force.

In a shower of brick remnants and dust Saraph burst from the wall. Before her stood the assailant of Mexico. His speech had just cum to an end. “You acknowledge yourself as an invader, an attacker, not a liberator but a intrusion. You say you didn’t force anyones hands really? You just admitted to attacking them you didn’t say ‘hey surrender it’s all good.’ Heck I don’t think you’d count as being a kind man with all this blood on your hands. Even if corrupt is violent murder the way to change it? Naturally a nation and it’s army should defend it’s people. You suggest them to take arms and be defensive for themselves. Because surely if a child tried to shoot you that would go well huh? Yeah odds totes in the kids favor. You’ll remove crime by claiming yourself law. You’ll spare us of the sins of man by denying them due process. You call your vision a phoenix sounds more like a decrepit mockery of any notion of free will and freedom.” She finished with an unentintional unorthodox pop of bubble gum.

@ownagepants: @quintus_knightfall: @saraph: Oliver set el presidente down. "make sure he gets to safety i am going to follow our resident beauty to make sir she doesnt get her self killed." Oliver prepared himself for the fight of his life

Going lightspeed he found the girl the moment she started her little rant towards Volutire. he said to her "woman charging off into battle is not the way to go. we have no tactical plan, we dont know what he is capable of, and no matter how hot you are he will kill you. I refuse to let that happen!" he flew closer. "we fight together, we fight as one." he was reminded of his sister. how long ago had it been when they had fought together, him a warrior of the light her a warrior of the dark, together they had vanquished the demon that had killed their parents. he hoped the same success would be granted to day but if not he would sacrifice him self to make sure the girl was safe!

@kidman560: Laughingstock rode in the back of a cargo plane as it ruggedly landed on the ground with it's wheels about to fall off. The plane was riddled with bullets in the side of the plane and burn marks over the metal. Security agents ran out of the plane and pulled the president into the plane as it turned on it's engines and rolled through the ground slowly lifting into the sky and to the clouds. "Mr. President Los Pintos is gone, it was a swarm of mutants. They're on our trail right now and we need to move before they catch up." Some guards passed over a Bulletproof best and riot police gear to the president for him to wear.

@ownagepants:

"Albert, sweep the city."Amaranth ordered through the psychic web linking him and his forces. A heartbeat later his eyes were linked to Albert's clairvoyant powers. The enemy was not hard to find. He stood in front of a camera, delivering a speech those those who were still watching TV. Most likely an America, Amaranth thought. Had he been from Mexico he would not have assumed that everyone had access to the news all the time.

"Link up." He took a spool of nano-carbon filament from his utility belt. There were four separate lengths, each with a powerful adhesive on the each tip. Each filament was attached to a freely rotating segment of his utility belt, and the other end was attached to the utility belts of each of the Wolves.

Then Amaranth closed his eyes and focused. He slipped into a trance with an ease born of a thousand battles. There he utilized the most advanced techniques of the Ostracon style. The ability to 'push' his powers out into other objects. One by one he established a connection to each of the Wolves. When it was done he was prepared.

"Go."

And they ran.

Phasing through walls, dashing up stairs of solidified air, soaring on instantly constructed wings, until they arrived. Four rifles and two pistols unleashed explosively charged ammo into the wall, blasting it into shards of concrete and dust and then the Lord of the Sword and the Wolves of War arrived.

"Enough."

@ownagepants@amaranth_strix

Light Outsider

Light had almost caught up to Flame Wheel when he was interrupted by the broadcast by Volutaire appearing on a big screen on the side of a building. He was talking about making Mexico a better place, and that even before his arrival, Mexico had corruption and violence plaguing the country, about how Volutaire intended to change the state of the country. Only difference was, Volutaire wasnt Mexican, and he was taking over the country by force.

Something invisible, a thought, forced Light to abandon the task that he had set out for. His mind suddenly told him to go to Volutaire. Light suddenly broke into a faster than light flight, without knowledge of where he needed to go, he arrived at the building that Volutaire was in, within no more than a few seconds into the flight. He was looking down at a hole in the side of the building from which dust and smoke was rising from me. It took Light a moment to catch his breath. Faster than light speed during flight had the side effect of suffocating him. He had no idea why he suddenly came here, wherever he was.

Something told him to be prepared for a fight as he descended down towards the building, towards the gap. Something or someone had forced in through. Light grabbed his Lightning Cutter on the back, and removed the bandages covering the blade, and rolled them over his arm. As he removed the seal, Light could feel lightning flowing from his hand into the blade, charging it. The lightning aura around the blade was sharp, and seemed to be increasing the temperature around him. Streaks of lightning sparked in omnidirectional waves. Light naturally absorbed any that came his way, making him immune to any negetive effect of the aura.

The aura is strong enough to stun any ordinary being that comes into proximity of the blade. Even powerful foes feel the intensity of the aura. Its usually in the form of uncertainty or fear. Only people who really know themselves or people undeniably powerful can completely escape from Lightning Cutters innate influence.

Light was heplessly being controlled by his father, who was purposefully keeping his son away from helping Flame Wheel, someone predicted by Silver Brekken to die during the Mexico war. He had no self control to think this was indeed happening to him.

@lowlaville

The man consumed by flames was obviously shocked at the amount of force a simple head butt had been able to do as it pushed him across the short battleground. The attack had failed to knock out his enemy as Shade had hoped for or even slam him onto the ground. Instead, Flame Wheel was able to perform an acrobatic flip mid air and land safely on his feet as a perfect escape artist that had been through such an attack before. Seemingly frustrated, the Pyrotechnic roared out heat from his body, literally melting the earth beneath his feet.

"Hmph. A firefly...My glare is a vision that shall be your last!"

Shade shouted at his enemy, but as he yelled an intense raging inferno was felt from his rear. Shade's once confident features dropped into one of concern. Turning his body as quickly as he could, he sees the man of flames pushing a blazing wall of heat that seemed to devour everything in it's path.

"Oh...F**k."

Shade pauses in complete shock and admiration of the destructive attack. Shaking out of his disbelief, he turns to search for some kind of cover, anything. But the wall is too large and powerful to not envelop everything.

"Alright little buddy. This is it."

Shade speaks to his skin as it hardens to a mixture of diamond and gold reinforced carbon.

"This...is...it!!!"

He begins to scream as he stands inside the eye of torturous fire. The armor and skin withstanding as best as it can yet slowly weakening and even melting in some areas. A few excruciating and short moments later, the fire has finally died down and Shade looks up to Flame Wheel from his scorched body. Panting and heaving for air and slowly moving as to not aggitate his skin any further.

Something is off though. Flame Wheel's body is losing it's powerful surrounding fire. Slowly dying down to burnt out embers. A small hint of panic comes across his enemy's face as he attempts to rekindle the fire but to no avail.

*Cough*....*Cough* "This...This isn't...over."

Shade spits through his charred lips, slowly bending every single one of his joints and stretching out his skin so he may deal with the pain sooner than while he is attacking. Realizing that this may be his final attack, his final move, Shade will spare no one at the expense of his life. Sprinting towards his opponent he lets out a thundering roar, then vaulting as high as his legs will take him he focuses his eyes on the enemy below him like some sort of heat seeking missile. Readying for his last move, Shade dives from the air and comes crashing down on his opponent with razor sharp teeth open wide in an attempt to tear at his neck, and claws open in hopes to grip his enemy's ribcage to prevent further escaping.

@true_kid_shadoe

Flame Wheel

His opponent seemed to have escaped unscathed, but he now looked more a monster than he previously appeared to be. The flames on his body was indefinitely dying down, and now, had turned back to his normal flames, but even that was dying down. His opponent appeared to be in his final moments as well. He had charged at him. Flame Wheel had intended to come up behind his opponent, to deliver another burst of flames, but the flames he was in completely killed themselves abruptly, and the fire that he was standing on suddenly started creeping up his legs, as if the flames had just realized they were now free to do whatever they want.

On top of the danger of being burnt to death, his opponent, Shade, seemed to have jumped up and was now coming down on top of him. The situation appeared to be nothing, but helpless. The light shield he had felt moments ago seemed to have left him as well. In an attempt to evade the attack, Flame Wheel jumps back, but he was no less than cornered, with his back to a buildings glass windows. Flame Wheel was able to melt his way through the window and hit the floor inside, but failed to completely evade his opponents clawy grasp. Those sharp pointy claws tore a potion of his chest. He could see bones, and his beating heart inside. He started bleeding. It was certain he would die if his wounds are not treated.

"Damn you....creature from Hell..." Flame Wheel said, getting up. He could felt dizzy, and intense pain shooting through his veins told him to lay down. But he didn't want to simply. In one last attempt to kill his opponent, now fighting for his life out of question, Flame Wheel set his right hand on fire, "I will burn you with my Hellfire..." The flames on Flame Wheels hand was evidently different from the white hot flames that he had shot earlier. The heat was incomparable. It was hotter and definitely intense, the heat was melting the entire structure of the building Flame Wheel stood in. Not being able to turn into that of the Flames, the flames had begun to burn Flame Wheel as well. It was slower than it was burning everything else. Flame Wheel took aim, and shot a single jet of black flames at Shade before falling on his face. The flames now covering the entirety of his body. It wouldn't be long before nothing is left of him, not even his soul. He just hoped Hellfire would hit Shade. Hellfire is impossible to put out via normal means.

Hellfire would die, along with its intended target, back to the deepest reaches of hell, from where the flames had been brought to Earth.

@lowlaville

As Shade was diving down towards his opponent, Flame Wheel, he managed o fall back into a deserted building, but it was hopeless. Shade's claws had reached their intended destination and successfully clawed at Flame Wheel's torso and flesh.

"FIREFLY FIREFLY!! HAHA DIE INSECT OF HEAT!!"

Laughing maniacally at the reckless crash that almost ensured his victory and blocking the outside noises and words of his prey beneath him, Shade failed to notice the pitch black flames growing within Flame Wheel's right hand. The building was shaking and collapsing on top of them, but Shade knew that a few feet of rubble wouldn't harm him. And that's when it happened.

The black fire that Shade was oblivious to, jetted towards his face, completely searing off his facial features and burning his skull. Shade jumped off of Flame Wheel and began o grab at his face, to brush off the fire but it only seemed to grow more and more intense. His carbon shield attempted to grow and cover his head almost acting like a healing factor...But it failed. Shade was dying. He fell to his knees, backing into a concrete wall and began to laugh at his own failure.

"It was fun while it lasted...You have proved not a firefly, but a dragon. Thank you for this glorious death. Just...don't let...Mexico...Die with me?"

His final words knowing that the man across from him may not survive as well. But Shade hoped he did as his body sat motionless on the floor and black blood began to pool at his legs. No rise or fall of his chest. No pulse being felt. Shade had died at the hands of Flame Wheel.

@saraph: @lowlaville@amaranth_strix "Look even now while their is all this death and crime occurring in this country these supposed heroes do nothing to stop these crimes rather they come to settle petty feuds well i say that this ends now and here let order be restored under my name and i will personally see to the safety of every single Mexican citizen allow me to end all this death and i promise that all i have said here will come true place your trust in me people of mexico and this can all be over it is for these reasons that i claim dominion over all of mexico and that all of it's citizens are now under my protection and anyone who is currently harming my citizens in any way has till the count of three to stop before i find you and destroy you. Volturie said to the cameras using this as a way to move his way into the spotlight as a hero who has come to restore order to the country and offer the people relief from all the dangers they are facing now voltuire turned to the girl ." If you wanna help stop the people who are taking advantage of this incident to commit crimes so we can clean up the streets of my country quickly".Just as he said that he sensed new presences they were undoubtedly powerful but it seemed like most of the presences were together while one of them was alone although he knew an attack when he saw it he moved out of the way as bullets shredded the nearby wall and figures burst from the dust. While they were working together it seemed the one who looked the oldest was undoubtedly much more powerful then his companion's voltuire spoke." I realize your intentions you have come to put and end to me this is a very foolish task as the difference in our strengths should be readily apparent although i do have one question is that powerful guy with you also" voltuire said pointing to the being known as light.

@cassuis_slay_knightfall: @fraga: @quintus_knightfall: @ownagepants:

Sara wanted so desperately to just start throwing punches at this guy. However her perceptive eyes caught a click glimpse of her sister on the screen. That brief flicker of an image behind Volturie had solidified the position Sara had to take. Behind her was Oliver prepared to fight if need be, meanwhile not to far off was Light on the heroes right. Lastly near by was Amaranth and his allies of potent potential. The sight of Taylor told Sara what perhaps should have been obvious. Sighing in frustration and reaching for a stick of bubblegum to unwrap she spoke. “The soldiers police and metas the heroes of these people are fighting the criminals. Those who aren’t are after the source of it all” she pointed at Volturie. “See you come in with agro smashin ya way to dominance. You instigated anarchy and anarchists followed. You say you’re here to strengthen the people but you perform a deed that threatens its strongest protectors. Maybe your right for leadership maybe ya aren’t but your methods were reckless. Be warry how you continue this, kill the other insurrectionists you look like a traitor. Let them go free and you look like a monster. I myself ugh as much as it irritates me won’t fight you. See I don’t know about our friends here strength wise but I know you and I would bring only destruction. I wan’t to protect this world not see it in a cross fire. That said, I will be around fortifying the ones who crave revolution. Should you fail to save these people I will be their guardian angel their seraphim and you will be the target of a righteous wrath. Tread wisely king of the Mexican Dictatorship.” And with that the alluring blond walked off to meet up with the forces she’d allied herself with not so long ago. Hopefully Quintus and the rest were doing well.

Tiaxcalantongo 9:33 AM the Following day

Provided devices from the Knightfall’s allowed the translation to any needed language. The president of Mexico then proceeded to make his speech. One woman in the distance already had such a device and was in perfect position as she listened.

“This city is known for the coup of Agua Prieta where president Rodolfo Herrero was slain in a coup. What better then this sight of revolution then to propose my own? I know I am not a great man I may not even be the right man for this. I was elected though by you and done so with reason. So it is that at the end of this dark day that I pledge my best efforts to you once more. The people need not be warriors, not soldiers, not revolutionaries. Most of you are just people and should enjoy the natural privileges of life. While I support anyone willing to help the rebellion I do not expect it of you. A child should play with his friends not take up an AK47. A loving wife should provide for her family like she wishes not have to learn how to cook explosive powders. So long as I live I shall provide safety for all that I can. So long as I live I will fight for your right to have choice.”

“Who is this man to come in destroying our homes? Who is he to claim ownership of our land? Who is he to know what is best for you? Who is he to slay our soldiers? Who is he to ruin our families? Who is he to decide who we are?”

“I am not always right in my calls but I never seek to destroy your home. Our Casas are where our hearts are. Who would I be if I stepped on our hearts? For years we’ve fought for our independence for our land. Would I not be the enemy if I just called these lands mine? It’s daunting to me how people often think they know what is best for another. Call me crazy but are you not the one with the stomach that growled, are you not the one who knows your style, are you not the one who knows your limits, are you not the one who knows your interests? Nobody should tell you how to be you but you yourself. A soldier takes up arms usually to defend what he loves, if we love what that man or woman does should we gun that soldier down? I find it a contradiction that a man who claims to have you in mind would end people dear to you who protect you. Independence is the right to self and I will not stand on my feet proudly until I know my people have that! For you are my lovers, my brothers, my friends, my sisters, my sons, my daughters. You define who I am and so long as I breath I will not stop inciting revolution for your prosperity. For I love these lands and it’s people. I breathe for you. Those who crave the lives you have continue. Those who wish to insure the rights of your loved ones raise a fist and step up with me! Still your El Presidente! We shall unite with all willing, a more strong and free world we want. We will rebel, resist and revolt! We Shall Bring A New World Order!”

The brain matter splashed along the various heroes behind the president. From the archers, to the blond up and coming heroin to the legendary Knightfalls. Some people witnessing the assassination burst into panic running for their lives. Others yelled and shook their fists. Some people cried, others yelled in defiance. A martyr was born that day. Someone to be remembered in the history books for his greatness. And while the ‘shot heard around the world’ was years ago. Someone believed she just fired the Shot That Would Change The World. And was with that shot the satisfied Taylor vanished into the crowd. She was unseen and unknown, but another move had been made in her calculated game. Flawless execution just as she intended.

@lowlaville: @ownagepants:

"Your words are empty, for you are nothing but another tyrant. Come to oppress and destroy under the veil of good intentions."Violence simmered in Amaranth eyes; a lifetime of instinct forged in war screamed to be unleashed."Do you think us all fools? That we would be deceived by a little speech and some kind words?"His deep voice echoed through the room.

"Give up your imperial ambitions, or give up your life."

@amaranth_strix@ownagepants

Light hovered through the hole and landed behind the a white haired guy leading what appeared to be wolves. He could feel some form of anger welling up from the inside, seeking to take control over his instincts. While Light despises fighting, when he is angry, he somewhat loses control over himself and goes all out.

@lowlaville: @amaranth_strix: Voltuire looked on as the being known as light prepared to attack his attackers ironic in a way he told himself " So looks like you got your hands full with him which is good i am a bit to busy at the moment to kill you myself " .Volutire turned back to the camera as a man ran in and whispered something in his ear the man told him of the presidents death which was broadcasted live and voltuire waved him away as he started to talk again". I just received word that your president is dead that's right the man who a lot of you believed would somehow stopped this is dead this solidifies my rule of this place because without your president who else could take control of this country in fact in this state their is no one besides me who could bring things to order once again. But don't mourn this lose instead rejoice for your new leader will handle everything from here".

@ownagepants: @lowlaville:

The titan raised a pale eyebrow. "If you think the death of the President of Mexico has any bearing on this war you have lost your mind. The Mexican government has minimal control over the country at the best of times, and the loss of a civilian commander means.. nothing."

He strode toward Voltuire, ignoring Light. "Just as your words mean nothing. They are the words of a coward who hides behind his powers. The words of a fool who things he can lead a country."

His voice rumbled through the small room, filling it like the sound of an avalanche. "If you think you can take Mexico, first you must survive me."

@amaranth_strix: Voltuires patience had worn thin he could no longer stop himself he met Amaranth and stood so close to him their faces were nearly touching "when i was created i was to be used to kill gods with that in mind you should realize how insignificant you are to me and how easily i could wipe you off this earth if i truly wanted too".

Voltuire matched Amaranths loud voice to a single decibel in a way to show how easily he could match the man "if you wish for your own death so much that you will stand before my goal then so be it i will give you the eternal rest you crave so badly and claim my prize you will be no more then a footnote in history i shall be it's architect" .

@ownagepants: @amaranth_strix:

@lowlaville: @ownagepants:

Pre-warned by both his enhanced senses perception of the electrical charge building up behind him and his psychic link to Albert's clairvoyant powers Amaranth was able to respond to the powerful blast of lightning. With but a thought the ancient warrior became intangible; the horrific bolt of electrical might ripping through his translucent form and speeding on its way.. toward Voltuire who was standing in front of Amaranth.

@lowlaville: @amaranth_strix: Voltuire knew the attack was coming even without looking but rather then dodge it like Amaranth did he simply let it hit him the force did not even phase him and the actual lightning was absorbed by him an attack as weak as that was not worth the effort it took to dodge ."it seems your opponent does not wanna be ignored he said to Amaranth".

@ownagepants: @amaranth_strix:

Seeing his attack fail, because his opponent had gone intangible, Light thought of a way he could fight this opponent. This old man appeared to be a war veteran much like his father, not going to be easy to deal with. Seeing as Amaranth was still standing in place in front of him, still facing forward, Light gathered a lot of lightning and concentrated at the tip of the blade, then grabbed the hilt of the sword with both his hands and stabbed the floor beneath him. There was a tremor as incredible force ruptured through, cracking and destroying the floor, resulting in its collapse.

"You may want to get out of here," Light was adressing the metal man. He apparantly survived the lightning blast, having absorbed it. Light charged up through the celing in the form of lightning, destroying the roof. He hovered some distance above the building and prepared to strike. He meant to completely oblilerate the building.

Light raised both hands above his head, sheathed his lightning cutter and started gathering lightning, then moulded the lightning into a spherical shape. Light waited until the sphere was at least twice his own size, then swung it down at the building. The attack would obliterate the entire building to the ground.