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Ben looked on from a hill as light after light in the city that never sleeps went dark. A grim, heavy weight settled in his gut, and he knew good people were about to die. Turning, he made his way back to the main camp. Forces had amassed in secret from all over. Mutants too savage and mindless, or too weak and intelligent, for the Knightfalls. People who used to be patrons of Mutie's, but had fled when AMWO supporters razed it to the ground. The memory nearly gave him pause. While he had ascended to virtual mutant godhood that day.. he'd watched his brother Frank get disemboweled in front of a live crowd. Shaking away the grisly images, he shouldered into the command tent where his finest were gathered. Motioning over to a glowing blue holographic table display, he began.

"Before I get on with this, know something. A lot of you are gonna die. The AMWO's got New York in a vice with all of their shiniest toys." Waving his hand, the display brought up a hostile red map of New York. "Whatever the Knightfalls and theirs got planned, it just put the power in the city out. We're.. gonna light things up again." With a fiery snap of his fingers, edge of the city turned a bright orange. "Whether we do harm or good, we're gonna play the part of the visible invaders. This Siege ain't just to take New York. The resistance has something planned, which I'm not privy too apparently.." A fact that still embittered him. Razing New Orleans ought to have earned at least some of their trust. "But whatever it is, it's important. The AMWO's throwing down the gauntlet. We're gonna melt that shiny, mutant-hatin' gauntlet to ash." With a motion of his hand, the orange expanded into the holographic replica of the city. "We hit harder and faster than New Orleans. Don't give 'em time to bring out the big guns." And as much as he hated to say this, "Kill 'em all. Like New Orleans, we ain't got time for civilians. They get in the way or try to fight, cut 'em down and move on to the next target. We mobilize in thirty, strike ten minutes after that. Dismissed."

With that, the defiant sun mutant went to prepare for their part in the Siege.

Forty minutes later, camouflaged South of New York

If there'd been a weight in his stomach earlier, it was a deathly tight knot now. AMWO forces had retreated and built up barricades around the city. Meanwhile, his men waited anxious, powers flaring and guns loaded. With a heavy sigh, he pulled the radio up to his mouth and spoke, broadcasting perhaps his final speech to his men across secure radio waves.

"Alright troops, listen up. In front of you is a bastion of human oppression. Behind those barricades stands those who would deny us personhood. Would would kill our species out of fear of our power. But NO LONGER! Now we strike with the fury of mutantkind scorned, and we will show the humans that they can either accept evolution and progress, or die out a pathetic, bitter memory." Standing, he gazed out at the fearsome gun emplacements decorating the barricades. "Many of you will die in the name of homo-superior. Your corpses are gonna be vaporized if you're lucky, butchered if you ain't, or just forgotten beneath the rubble. But your contribution will not. If you die today, you die in the name of mutant survival! You die so that generations of mutant children may live! YOU WILL NOT BE FORGOTTEN THIS DAY, BE IT IN INFAMY OR IN FAME. WHETHER WE WIN OR LOSE." When his voice reached a crescendo, he pointed forwards as brilliant orange flame enveloped his body. "ATTACK!"

All at once, a veritable legion stormed the barricades. Bolts of energy blue and green and purple flew by, accompanied by jets of flame and bolts of lightning. They were met with gunfire, and joined by screams of anguish as attacks on both sides hit targets. Eventually, it all blended together into a maelstrom of mutant and human fury. And Benjamin Lang, the mutant Apollo, stormed forwards to bring a new dawn to New York.

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I'm rusty at length, but I gave it my best shot.

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#4  Edited By Sunbomb

Before the planned New York assault

Ashes colored the air with a mournful grey as Ben walked past. Once, Bourbon Street had been home to rude tourists emptying their wallets on cheap booze and cheaper hookers. It'd been loud and obnoxious to any actual New Orleanian, but people had fun there. Now? It was cinders. AMWO soldiers, mutants, and sapiens alike lay dead in the streets. Helmets were permanently fused to cracked, charred skin. Clothes were singed and skin melted off bone. Everywhere around him entire areas were leveled with smoke drifting up from craters. It wasn't just Bourbon Street, either. Only a tiny fraction of New Orleans still remained. He'd done most of the heavy lifting, setting off chain reactions. When the first explosions had gone off the night before, militant mutants of all power levels had stormed the illustrious city. Fire had given fear to the human soldiers, smoke disguising his mutant brothers and sisters.

New Orleans, despite it's heavy AMWO garrison, had fallen by daybreak. The attack had been a gory, horrific mutant blitzkrieg. Near half of Ben's forces had died. A few of his best soldiers, at that. But each mutant death had been repayed tenfold in humans. He'd regretted the unnecessary casualties, of course. Kids, the defenseless, the few humans who truly had no care for the anti-mutant regime. Unfortunately, they'd died with the rest. With the enemy getting smarter at taking mutant opposition down, he had to hit fast to succeed and get out alive. That left no time for evacuating innocents and sympathizers. Especially when they could turn on him at any time. So he'd razed the city in a blaze of death and violence. Now, the Birthplace of Jazz was a series of torched holes and craters, with the odd string of battered buildings here and there.

Now, drawing close to the NY assault

Away from the constant watch of the AMWO, Ben had scattered his forces along the NY coastline. All of his men had called for a reprieve afterward New Orleans, to rest and tend to the wounded. With talk of a massive strike against New York, though, he'd been forced to continue on. Teleporters cobbled together by stolen AMWO tech had been used to transport his forces en masse. At each camp, a mutant was on constant alert, keeping their presence masked. Ocean winds batted at Ben's face as he sat in front of a blazing campfire, contemplating the next move. Rumor among the resistance had it that the Knightfalls were planning something. Where they went, people followed. If he was right, they'd have a sizable force to commit to the assault. With the dwindled force he had, Ben would get massacred if he attacked now. His only hope was to wait for a signal, for communication from the resistance.

When word came, he would strike New York with the power of a wrathful sun.

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Anyone gonna mind if New Orleans (or at least a big chunk of it) gets torched?

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