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Arrowhawk clattered onto the roof tiles alongside the chase, moving at full tilt, cape flapping behind her as she kept pace at preternatural speed. She'd seen the woman running when staking out a building she suspected to be a front, and when she'd noticed the blood, noticed the car coming after her... well, she'd given pursuit by sheer instinct. The driver wanted this woman dead, and she had no idea why, but she was going to stop it. She leapt off the roof, clearing a good 60' of air without a second though, her feet clanging onto the roof of the car. Almost immediately, Arrowhawk felt herself sliding backwards, not immune to gravity. One gauntleted hand planted itself down and smashed through the passenger side window, her fingers gripping the metal roof firmly. "Pull. Over!" she barked.

Gripping a roof: 1d20+6 17, which beats the DC10 you mentioned in chat, so!

After eventually managing to revive Magnetar and bring him back to the group, he and Galvanic finally caught up with them. It was a good thing too, as she couldn't speak these aliens' language at all. With the Freedom League having members on board now, she'd tried to learn, but she wasn't an amazing linguist. Not saying much to avoid having him translate too much, she slipped to the back of the group, trying to keep between the crowds gathered outside Praetorian headquarters and Lawrence, just in case. She nodded at the armoured figure of the one they called 'Daedalus' as they entered, but left it to Amara to do the talking.

Galvanic gritted her teeth, feeling her limbs lock in place, eyes darting from side to side as the field washed over her. She tried to take a step forward, but couldn't move a fraction of an inch, even moving with all her strength. Leaning into the field, mustering all her strength, sparks crackling and bursting around her, she managed to slowly, painfully force her arm up, exerting herself the whole time as if she was lifting a starship. Blue light pulsed down her arm, growing and growing into intensity before finally ripping out of the strange field, a loud kraaaKKKOOOOOOOM of force lancing into the hooded figure like a train.

Resist the paralysis: 1d20+7 23 OK, so Galvanic is now slowed! Free Action: Maintain Impervious and Reaction Damage, move all her dynamic power into Super-Strength. Standard Action: All-Out Attack for 5, Power Attack for 5, with an electrical blast. That's +12 to hit, DC32 damage, -5 defence. Krakooooom: 1d20+12 28

As soon as Paradigm shattered through the barrier, Galvanic raised both hands in front of her. Her eyes sparked blue as she quickly threw one bolt of lightning underhand, colliding with the roof a foot away from the hooded figure, doing nothing but leave scorch marks and a stench of burned metal and ozone. She followed up with a second bolt, this one on target, catching the hooded figure in the chest just had Paradigm's laser vision cause him to stumble. A burst of blue light and sparks exploded from the site of impact, like letting off a firework in a small space.

DC 27 Blast... PEWPEWPEWPEWPEW: 1d20+12 14... well, poop She blows one of her two HP: PEWPEWPEWPEWPEWPEWPEW: 1d20+12 14 + 10 = 24. OK DC 27 hit

Galvanic flies up to the building level, and Readies an electrical Blast attack action when the barrier drops

OK! Free Action: Leave her Dynamic Array as-is, switch her main array to her Reaction Damage, switch her secondary array to Impervious Toughness. Move Action: Fly down to Not!Pheydren Standard Action: Use her Electricity Control Blast 12 on him, at DC27: Taser punch: 1d20+12 31 End of round: Bruised x2, HP 2 - Grapple +29

Galvanic hung suspended in mid-air, surveying the scene below. The battle had gone well, many of their foes being vanquished, but still, still some remained. She tilted her head to and fro, before her gaze locked onto the one who seemed to be levying psychic assaults. That he was still mobile was an oversight, especially given it was the only real conventional means to assault her or Paradigm head-on. She plummeted downwards, her small frame hitting the floor hard enough to dent it, sending dust and debris flying everywhere. Almost as an afterthought, she raised one hand and pointed a finger at the psychic's chest, sending out a blast of electricity, hitting her foe square in his chest with practiced ease.

Barely even noticing the air around her vanishing, Galvanic turned her head, clenching her teeth as the sonic blast made her ears ring and her heart vibrate in her chest. Inhaling deeply and exhaling, she lifted off the ground, bringing her hands in front of her, fists balled and pointing at the winged simulacrum, electricity gathering up her arms in concentric crackling waves. The Tempestian let the energy fly, the sparking ozone and blue flashes erupting through the air, only just missing their mark, dissipating some distance behind her target. Gritting her teeth in frustration, she swiftly flew up above the conflict, looking down and scanning the overall picture, searching for a swift way to end the battle.

Being suffocated: 1d20+15 33 NOPE Resisting a sonic blast: 1d20+15 20 That will be Staggered and Dazed... but I have 4 Hero Points! Super-toughness!: 1d20+15 31 So, still Bruises her, she now has 2 Bruises and 3 Hero Points New Action!! Galvanic burns a Hero Point to shake off her Fatigue, leaving her with 2HP. Free Action: Configure Dynamic Array to Flight +3, Super-Strength +4; switch main array to Blast Standard Action: All-Out Power Attack for 5 to attack not!Sai'x. Electrical blast [DC32]: 1d20+12 17 Move Action: Move 1000' upwards into the air, above the fight. Bruised x2, HP 2 - Grapple +29 --Defence +3, -3 Flat-footed

Stop hitting her, Thevshi: 1d20+15 28 Nope. So Galvanic has 1 Bruise and 3 Hero Points. Free Action: Extra Effort, to stunt off her Enhanced Strength: Damage 15 (Extras: Targeted Area [+1], Selective Attack [+1], Flaws: Full-Round Action [-1], Feats: Accurate) [31PP] Full Round Action: ATTACK! All-out Attack for 5, against numbers 3, 5, 6 and 8. Super-speed blitz: 1d20+14 28 DC 30 Toughness rolls for anyone hit. Free Action: Switch dynamic array entirely to Super-Strength, switch main array to Reaction Damage End of round status: Bruised x1, HP 3, Fatigued next round unless she burns a HP - Strength 14/Super-Strength 8: Grapple +17 --Defence +3, -3 Flat-footed --Free Damage 6 attack vs anyone who hits her

Galvanic tilted her head this way and that as the sonic blast dissipated harmlessly, only disrupting the electrical field around her for a second before the lightning coalesced around her once more. There were so many of these foes, and they were so aggressive, assaulting those around her viciously, outnumbering them heavily. "No," she spat in Galstandard, before moving in a blur, blue light trailing behind her as she burst forwards, colliding with one foe before another crack of thunder struck. The bolt of lightning moved, barely visible to the naked eye, only the blue after-effects lingering, before she'd collided with a second foe... and a third... and a fourth. The four claps of sudden air displacement happened almost simultaneously, leaving only the short woman breathing a little heavily some distance off, a ball of arcing plasma crackling around her.

BRANDON ROUTH: 1d20+16 26 She has now got 1 Bruise.

Galvanic looked on in horror. They'd just been told a disturbance, not twelve superpowered operatives. Or at least facsimiles thereof. And what's more, if the translation being fed to her was correct... they were looking to kidnap a child? This did make it rather simple. A whole team of foes, with two aliens from another world trying to defend the innocent. Reacting quickly as their foes attacked, Galvanic was about to propel herself into flight, electricity crackling around her like a cloak, when she saw something open a hole in space, flashing through with an energy blade to slash at one of these heroes from another planet. She altered her flight pattern, air displacing with a crack and a boom as she crossed the hundred feet or so in a second, her fist hitting the construct's chest in a rain of sparks. It flew backwards... and backwards... and backwards... Galvanic flew back to hover above the group, facing down the oncoming enemies. A small smile formed on her face as she heard the distant clang of the station wall.

OK, simple enough. Not!Rux is getting charged. Free Action: Turn on Impervious Toughness force field, allocate all Dynamic points to Super-Strength, for a total of SS8, Grapple +32 Standard Action: CHAAAAARGE, all out power attacking for 5 as she does so, for a total hit of DC37. All-Out Power Attack Charge punch: 1d20+9 24 Move Action: Fly back to above where Rev/SFX/etc are.

Arrowhawk paced slowly after the assembled champions, keeping silent and keeping invisible, cautious of strangers in a situation like this. Some could come seeking to aid, but plenty could also be perpetrating these strange goings on. The blonde woman in a jacket, guns akimbo. The vagrant of a man, this one seemed like a follower of the martyred son. Another man all clad in rags. The man in the coat, this one quieter, more thoughtful than the rest. Stopping to ask before causing damage. But also... becoming a woman? Unusual, although not unheard of. And of course, the god. Of course there's a god. Charging in, battering down doors which could be simply opened. Refusing to just be silent, for one lingering moment. But it seemed their intentions were good. Largely. Even if their actions seemed to be ill considered. Osla didn't normally charge in like this until she'd had at least cause to lose her temper. And these costumed men and women were beginning to fray it. "Haematology?" Arrowhawk appeared, seemingly out of thin air, behind the group, arms folded over her chest, head tilted so that most of her face was shrouded in shadow, blue eyes glaring from under her hood. "Have you not considered tracking the blood that was spilled with your five senses afore you resort to a sixth?"

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Chris took a step back and rubbed at his forehead. "Look, c'mon, this is a training thing, so really, if you win, doesn't it really mean I won at training you?" He shrugged and went to turn, making as if to concede and pick up a towel he'd slung nearby for afterwards. But in one quick springing step, he bounded backwards, crossing behind Buffy and throwing a loose looping punch, which was predictably easy to dodge. Chris stumbled forwards, tripping on the mat as he appeared to lose his balance, shoulders and head tilting to the ground. Before he suddenly executed an elaborate twisting maneuver, bringing his knee in to bounce off Buffy's left shoulder blade, all in a sudden blur of movement.

Sorry it took too long to respond, new job has me all in a loop. Move Action: Fast Feint, with a +21 bonus. She can't resist, so. Standard Action: Face punch! In the face: 1d20+16 24

OK, I like the backstory, but there's a couple of things I'd like to see addressed. Mainly based on time travel, because while this is a kitchen sink setting, some stuff needs more... plumbing? I dunno. I think there needs more fleshing out on how he came across a wounded time master, how none else came after him (or if they did, maybe that's a Complication!). Also just to be aware, we work on X-Men rules where you can only go back and split off a new timeline, yours just stays the same. The maths adds up, although some of the formatting is wrong. You don't have any Dodge Focus, that's a feat which gives you dodge bonus to Defence. Half of your base Defence is dodge bonus, sure, but it's not Dodge Focus. Ergo (also, you accidentally deleted a line break): Defense: +5, +3 Flat-Footed Grapple: +8 Also, you don't need to include the costs of base Attack/Defence, and below, of Saving Throws and Skills. They're just in the template as reminders, not to be kept in the final product. The maths adds up, however, there's a few formatting errors. You should include Skill Mastery in the skills section too as (+x, Skill Mastery), your Toughness is (+4 Con, +11 Protection) [Impervious 5], couple of dropped line breaks and missing + signs. Any particular reason he's got such a speedster-level Reflex save despite having low (by superpowered standards) Dex and low Defence? Also, generally, we don't enforce off-hand rules, so there's nothing saying don't take Ambidexterity, but it won't come up hugely often if you want an extra PP. Maybe take a look at how some other sheets at formatted here. I don't know what the double dots are for, you need to bold the Totals section at the bottom of the sheet, and your Container has a rank (7 in this case) and you should specify it's a Permanent, not Sustained Container. Your Immunity, I'm not sure what it is. All environmental conditions is rank 5 Immunity. Aging is 1. The other 4, I'm assuming is because you meant life support, not environmental conditions. Life support is rank 9, and includes all environmental conditions, suffocation, and disease and poison. So if you meant life support, the maths adds up but the power is wrong. If you just meant environmental conditions, it's only rank 6, not 10. I think you need to move the Multiweapon feat up onto the Device container itself instead of on a power within it, as the grenades and hammer are a different weapon to the pistols and presumably can be disarmed separately. Additionally, without buying Multiweapon on the Device itself, you can disarm the entire thing with a Disarm check because it's Easy to Lose. In your Blaster, I'd note that Power Loss is a Complication, not a Drawback, since it's a perfectly fine way of doing it, but the maths confused me at first. I don't know what the partial Burst means on the Plasma Grenade, or how the maths is working out. Area - Burst isn't a ranked extra, Area effects cap at PL, and I'm not sure if you've bought a partial Extra or really what's going on there. Same with the hammer. Strike is 1pp/rank, Autofire is 1pp/rank and Penetrating is 1pp/rank. So at rank 12, that's a 36pp power. Also you don't need to denote Extra costs. You'd need to clarify what the grenades and hammer do, because as-is the constructions don't make a lot of sense so I can't even tell if they're right or wrong because I'm unsure how a lot of your maths has been worked out so I can help you fix it.

Arrowhawk lowered her bow slowly, watching the magma and flame spill from the portal as the helicopter plunged into it, a feeling of relief washing over her despite the collateral damage to the street. She allowed herself a brief moment of triumph, exhaling a long, slow breath. But the familiar voice behind her ruined her small victory. Osla turned slowly, reluctantly, eyes sliding up to fix Loki with a hard, even stare. She had no idea if he spoke truth or lies. For all she knew, the Hammer was indeed here, but she couldn't sense him, hadn't seen him. Even if he was, it didn't matter. Stowing Orheidr, she pulled back her hood, revealing much of her face but that hidden beneath the domino mask. And she gave Loki a wide, sweet, utterly insincere smile. ""Destroy everything in it. How hardly matters to me"," Osla recited in a snide tone, before raising one hand, fingers spread wide, and closing it sharply into a fist. The portal snapped shut, once more sealing off the realm of the Fire Giants from the realm of Man. "If I've instigated him into doing it himself... I believe I upheld my end of the request, Liesmith."

Notice the Hammer: 1d20+9 16

Arrowhawk pressed herself against the wall in the front hallway, arms folded and hood tilted downwards, hiding her face. Or rather, it would were she not already invisible under the enchantment of her magical belt. She was blissfully unaware of the podcast containing the man's assault. And indeed, rather unaware of the very concept of a podcast. Instead, she was here under the assumption that, amidst strange dreams of the people of the Heliopolitans, a museum with an exhibit and researchers on the subject would be as good a place to start as any. But people had begun to arrive. A taxi had pulled up outside, at this late hour. And there'd been something. A flicker, of something briefly appearing in the hallway. So she'd withdrawn to the wall, so she could observe whoever came in, and indeed, whoever may already be here. She kept a hand lightly on her bow and on her axe in case violence was needed.