nextgenerationmarvel | On the Hunt

Panther's Blood Force eventually got their trans-reality portal to open again. There was some time lag and even greater distance shift between when they left and where they arrived. The five dimensionally-displace villains arrived at North Carolina's Outer Banks slightly disorientated from the journey. As they got their bearings, Blood Witch took a breath of the salty air.

She looked to the others of Blood Force. They looked hungry for action and slightly disappointed they weren't getting any right away. She took stock of their surroundings. No annoying superheroes were there yet. Which was both good and bad. Good in that they could lay a trap. Bad in that they had no one to call their prey to them.

She ran her tongue over her pointed canines. "Mm. Quiet little world here. Let's make it a little louder. Sandstorm, make this sandbox ours. Rough Justice, scout the area. Iron Maiden, Blackdog, get the authorities to come. I want a surprise for the soon to be dead crown prince."

The escaping nuisance from last reality had probably warned Remi deNamor. Blood Force would not have much time to set things up. The little almost king would be here soon. Possibly with others to slay.

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"Alexa!" He moves to get between her and the blast zone. Griffin for being largely unpowered is quick on his feet.

"Move!" He can take this hit.The heat will be a problem but he'll deal with that later. He just doesn't want her hurt.

"Nah, I'm good where I am."

The Fruit Ninja-like game? Was a specialized type of scanner. Alexa had quickly called up the information on the Mach-13, then compared that to the detailed scans of the suit Iron Maiden was wearing. There were some differences to be certain--one of them interesting enough that Alexa was trying to copy all the information on it possible for later use--but there was just enough that was the same. The shoulder-mounted device popped up. It rotated and then fired, but it didn't fire all that well. The missile dropped down well short of its intended target and as it did the device itself popped, temporarily jarring the suit's nav systems.

"I think I'm going to have to go up there after her, Griff. There's a Death Star-style weak spot on that armor."

From Alexa's Fruit Ninja detection device, she could see that the armor's systems and the woman wearing it were intertwined. The armor was much more her than she was wearing it. Disabling the suit would kill the woman wearing it.

Iron Maiden grunted and tried to stabilize her flight and move some. She spoke into her communicator to just her teammates. "I've got the brains distracted. Some one take out the prince, dammit."

"Alexa," Griffin barks picking up on that.

"She's trying to keep our focus. Any thoughts on that?" His mind works ten miles a minute. He doesn't know that the woman will die if they disable her armor but he does know she is going through an awful lot of trouble to keep them busy.

"I think that if we move away from her focus-wise she'll attempt to blast us into the great lab in the sky and that if we don't they're going to try to use it as an opportunity to go after their targets without us intervening."

Alexa started redistributing selected power outputs. Not enough to kill the woman (because that would be wrong, right?) but enough to prevent her from getting much altitude.

"Let the rest of the team going on. We have comms...right?"

"Yeah. Standard for when we go anywhere. I always keep one on me too," Griffin said.

"I don't like not being able to contact the team." He tries to figure out a solid plan but then decides that contacting the team plus following Alexa seems wisest.

Alexa sent another zap of power output through Iron Maiden.

"Let them know. I'm going to try to disable her ability to fly entirely. Should give us about a ninety second window before her propulsion systems come back up."

Iron Maiden felt her flight capabilities disappear. She plummeted toward the waters of Pamlico Sound like a rock.

"Witch, help Sandstorm get rid of the royal shit," was about all she got out to her teammates before she splashed down into salty water.

"Guys! This is Griff. The target is Remi," he snaps over the comms so that at least everyone knows.

"Everyone else is just a distraction to keep our attention divided."

Alexa let Iron Maiden go splish. She'd be fine, just significantly slowed down.

"We gotta get closer to Remi, Griff, now that Metal Pants is floating."

Iron Maiden sunk more gracefully than the Titanic. With her ability to fly currently in major need of repair, she adjusted her waterlogged descent so she would land on her feet on the ocean floor.

It would be a trudge back to the shoreline.

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