Flare Knight

Fumbling with them in midair- he had trouble catching things, he wasn't that dexterous- for a few seconds before his fingers latched onto them. Grabbing the KO'd man, Powerhouse quickly went to work binding the man's arms and legs with the strips, being careful not to break those- sure they probably wouldn't, but better safe then sorry- then he tossed the man he had tied up on the sports car with a single hand and nodded as the man crashed onto it. "Should make it obvious which car they were trying to escape in." He explained, before turning to where the sirens were coming from. He was quiet for a little bit, but then his face grew panicked, and he gestured to her franticlly, leaning over. "Get on, quickly, we need to go." he said, really not wanting to be caught on video or asked questions.

The blow to the man's gut was enough to make him go cross-eyed again, then he groaned, falling on the ground with a low, drawn out moan, curling around his stomach as he fell to the ground in a ball, either unconscious or in too much pain to effectively move, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he fell to his knees, then to the ground. He did mange to talk a little more then "Gaaah,seriously? thirty years of boxing and the Boss paying for all those enhancements, and I lost to some Drawing come to life, ridiculous. All because of that breifcaaaaaaase" he finished, as both heroes could hear the sound of sirens in the distance, the cops coming to see what was going on, presumably, called by the Junkyard man.

The gears that had been turning in Powerhouse's head this entire time finally clicked on an idea. In a flash of insight, he moved to the front of seats and, pushing one of the Tranquilized Judges out of their seat, he took up position. He put on his best upperclassman act, sitting up straight, his arms crossed in front of him. Clearing his throat, he adjusted a non-existent tie and grinned in what he thought was his most seductive grin, however, this being Powerhouse, his 'seductive grin' looked more like he was about to jump on stage and bite off someone's head."Alright, Let's see what you got!"He said, clapping his hands and gesturing to her to get a move on. "It's the talent portion, what are you going to do and please do so, we are on a schedule people!" He barked, tapping his non-existent watch.

Bothering to look through his fingers with a barely open eye- he was foolish like that- Powerhouse was glad when the woman had, somehow, put a dress on from her wings- as much as it was less a dress and more of a flaunting through a barely hidden idea. Of course, it didn't make him feel much better, but you work with what you had to go on, and she was close enough that he couldn't really turn his back on her or avert his eyes- she was a super villain, which meant bad things would happen if he did that- when she was standing right in front of him, so he uncovered his eyes and wished he was a bit taller so he could pull the 'looking down from above' judgment thing. He took for standing straight up and looking her square in the eye instead. "I can't judge you, there's no other contestants. You judge based on all the people, don't you? So really, you can't win. Also, you still have to go to jail, you committed crimes. If you wanted to compete in the Pageant thing, you should have signed up like all the other contestants." He explained, slowly, because it seemed like she didn't really understand what he was talking about, so it was his duty to explain to her, carefully, what he meant, maybe she was a bit strange in the head, so he'd just have to be very careful in his wordings.

12+7=19 I dislike this and shall Hero Point it. 18+7=25 I pass~ 19+5=24 Notice Check

17+20=37 Lupine Breaks out. 1+18=19 Gorad Fails

1+6=7 He's out.

Though all of the people- including Striker, whose rolling abilities while covered in rock were quite a sight- managed to dance around the talons for a short time, eventually they were snagged, pulling the group into the air, then to the ground. This resulted in a massive outcry from the group, varying depending on who it was saying, as they were stuck to the ground. "I dare say, Old Chum. 'at was w'olly unnecessary! We are co-operating to the fullest extent of the law, and t'en comes this unprovoked assault? I assure you, You s'all be 'earing from my lawyers soon for this unlawful treatment." The Gorilla said, waggling his cane at the Sorceress and Nick. Lupine just snarled at Nick, his hackles raising, but mostly useless, as he scratched along the ground at the man, his claws gouging the concrete, his eyes entirely white. Whatever he couldn't say probably wasn't something people wanted to hear. "I'm not with these people!" Striker yelled from within his en-taloned cocoon of rock, struggling worthlessly, in far from wordless fury "Lemme out of here!" he screamed, shaking the cocoon, as Green Bolts of lightning struck from him to the inside the cocoon. The bonds don't hold the Wolfman down for long, however, and, with his fur and muscles contorting and twitching, He slowly pulls his way free of the grabbing hands, Howling as loud as it possibly can, even within it's worthless, soundless, screams, his claims are obvious, promising to bring his strength against the Necromancer, while Gorad fails to entangle himself, his large body worthless even as he strains himself to get away from his bonds, his sharp teeth showing as his face is bared in a horrible grin. "I shall get right of you right now!" He said, in annoyance, as his accent falls away under his condensed rage.

Apparently its DC 15, so here's the saves; 20+10=30 Gorak Passes Reflex 7+8=15 Lupine Passes Reflex 13+8=21 Striker passes Reflex 3+18=21 Gorak Fails the Grapple Check 5+20=25 Lupine fails the Grapple Check 17+9=27 Striker fails the Grapple Check

The Strike from her hand was enough to cause his eyes to cross, and he fell back, dropping out of his stance to nurse his stinging cheek. "agh, that really hurt! Ow Ow Ow." He muttered, too distracted to attempt to make an attack, and too distracted to put up a defense against any oncoming attack- apparently he had a glass face-, instead rubbing his red cheek and whining in pain.

5+7=12 He fails, bruised and Stunned.

The Over-sized Gorilla took a second to realize what was going on, but when the attack began to hit his head, he roared in pain, unable to resist it, as the Sorceress' attack caused him damage in his brain itself, instead of on his body. "That was quite unnecessary Old Girl, all I want to do is cause people immeasurable pain and suffering for locking me in a cage, is that so 'ard to let me do as I please?" He asked, his head aching from the mental blast and holding his glowing cane off the ground and pointed at the female.

With a grin, the boxer takes the kick by meeting it head on, as if he didn't even feel it, and pulls back his right Hand. With a heavy hand powered by a heavy frame, the massive fist comes down on Silhouette, a powerful blow stronger almost as strong as Powerhouse, his fist a blur of white as it came down at the 2D hero, a sick grin on his face. "Now you're dead!" He said with a laugh.

14+7=21 he passes, and Responds in Kind; 20+10=30 Toughness save of 27

Having been standing around outside for some time, Powerhouse slowly grew bored, and had spent his time counting the cars that drove by out of boredom. It was about the time he was at 50 that he heard someone else walk up to the car and talk on the phone. He wasn't really paying attention- his job was to stop the car-, but when the man started talking to someone else, who obviously had to be Sil, He decided it was his time to intervene, and he jumped on top of the car. "Okay, no Throwing stuff, but I can do this!" He said, jumping off the sports-car and landing a solid right hook onto the wrestler, sending him sprawling to the ground and bouncing twice, before he hit the ground, unconscious, but breathing. He blinked. "Crap. Uh...Silhouette, I think I just I just used Excessive Force." He said, rubbing his fist- it felt like he punched a wall-, and shrugging. "Right, uh, You can have the next one." he said to the masked girl, turning around to look at him.

Boxer will All-Out Attack, lowering his Defense to 0 for a total of +10 to hit. 3+10 =13, missing Sil. Powerhouse will respond by attacking the Wrestler, 11+10=21 DC of 30. The save is 1+7=8 and he's out.

15+11=26 Boxer Boy get 26 3+7=10 Wrestler goes after Sil 12+0=12 Powerhouse gets a 12 Boxer, Powerhouse, Sil, Wrestler is the Initiative order.

Enemy Powers: STR 24 (+7) DEX 24 (+7) CON 24 (+7) INT 10 WIS 10 CHA 10 TOUGHNESS +7 FORTITUDE +10 REFLEX +10 WILL +6 Skills: Acrobatics 8 (+15), Climb 8 (+15), Intimidate 8(+8), Notice 4 (+4) Feats: Acrobatic Bluff, Chokehold, Diehard, Improved Grab, Improved Grapple, Improved Pin, Power Attack, Takedown Attack 2 (5-foot move) Combat: Attack +5, Grapple +12, Damage +7 (unarmed), Defense +5, Knockback -3, Initiative +7 That's the Wrestler. The Boxer has the same stats, but with the following feats instead: Acrobatic Bluff, Diehard, All-out Attack, Defensive Attack, Elusive Target, Takedown Attack, Improved Initiative, Power Attack. This increases his Initiative to +11, and his Grapple to +8

Tim, the man who was called Powerhouse in his actual look, sitting in a park eating a turkey and dressing- he loved Thanksgiving, just for the dressing and the leftovers after the day itself- sandwich. The reason he was in the park wasn't for the girls at the Pageant, despite what most people would say the man was here for, he had actually been eating lunch and enjoying his hour off. He ate at the park a lot, because it was bright and quiet, usually, or quiet enough that the birds didn't bug him. So when the screaming began, he had just taken a bite out of his Sandwich. He gave a blank stare at pageant contestants and judges as they ran by, then calmly ate his sandwich some more. Eventually, the flood of people stopped, about the time he finished his sandwich, and he stood up, wiping his hands on his pants. "Alright, let's go see what's up." He said, grinning, as he began to walk, only to realize he was wearing his normal clothing. Being a superhero and remembering he couldn't be a Superhero when dressed as himself was annoying. Grabbing the bag that held his clothing and looking around carefully, he spotted a bathroom pavillion, and walked over to it. Checking to make sure that no one was watching him enter the building, he entered the men's side of the building, found a vacant stall, then began his changing. It only took a few seconds, and Powerhouse stood in the potty where Tim had been, his Tim clothing in the closed bag. Opening it and stepping out, he locked eyes with a 8 year old who had been in line. There was silence for a moment, then Powerhouse raised a hand in greeting. The kid shrugged and walked into the vacated stall. Powerhouse shrugged and walked out of the building, then aimed to where the people had been running from. He didn't want to over-shoot his leaping, so he ran instead, at a pace fast enough that professional runners might have only been able to keep up for short bursts, towards where he knew the pageant would be. As he finished his approach and slid to a stop near the stage, his instinct quickly over took him and he closed his eyes and put his hand in front of his face at the appearance of the woman, his cheeks flushed red. So she wasn't wearing anything, that was juuuust great. Even better, she was obviously the person who was causing the ruckus and it made him even more uncomfortable at her wings and such."Put some clothing on please!" He said to the winged woman in an exasperated voice. "Also, I'm gonna have to put you under Citizen's Arrest for Public Nudity and Assault. There's a law whose name I forget that says that I, as a Superhero, am allowed to put you under arrest without your rights." He explained, still looking away from her. "So please put on something, and come down peacefully."

As a just in case, OOC for This thread

Date: November 28th, 2010 (Sunday). Early morning. Slamming into the ground, Powerhouse shook his head- his hair was longer then usual, the short cut blond hair had turned into a heavy top cut that fell over his ears-, and grimaced, his longer teeth biting into his lip. Even his fingernails were longer then usual. Taking deep breaths and trying to stay calm, he calmly, as calmly as he could, walked towards Archetech. He could see it from where he landed, the massive 12 story building that looked so impressive. Powerhouse couldn't waste time thinking about that though, he had to actually get there, so he began his long and painful walk towards the massive building, his entire thought process focused on it to avoid thinking about the uncomfortable things going on in his body. As he stumbled his way through Hanover, sticking to the darkness- his body was becoming more and more mutated, his wounds hurting more and more-, he walked. Each time he had to step into the main street, he jumped, but that just made him hurt more, so he consistently walked. At times he was lucky enough to find a street he couldn't see someone on, but those were few and far between, Hanover was always busy. It was in this way that he decided he couldn't get anywhere looking like he did, wounded, and somewhere stuck between normal and ugly, so he gritted his teeth, and leaped, aiming for the big building in the distance. The large crash as he stumbled into the ground in front of the Archetech building was probably enough to announce the fact that he was there, but he continued walking, and stumbled into the doors, glad they opened automatically. Falling to his knees in the lobby, Powerhouse yelled loudly- as loud as he could, anyway-, his voice ringing. "I need to see Doctor Archeville. Quickly." He panted, trying to stay calm, relaxed, deep breaths. It wasn't working very well, because the massive wound in his shoulder, the one in his wrist, and his half-way transformed body- hairy, but not furred, long hair, almost claw-like nails, and slitted pupils-, were causing him to worry.

7+10=17 He fails by 6, and is stunned and bruised. 25 - Lupine - uninjured 22 - Sir Doctor Gorad Komrade Esquire - stunned and bruised 18 - Gaian Knight - uninjured, 2HP 14 - Robin Cross - uninjured, 1HP 9 - Nick Cimitiere - uninjured, 2HP 5 - Striker - uninjured- Bound & Helpless

The man grabbed the money through his fear, recoiling after grabbing it and looking cautiously to make sure the strange creature wasn't going to attack him, then started to crawl away again, around a corner in fear, though he kept his cool enough that he didn't scream like a girl. As Silhouette rushed towards the gate, however, things slowly got worse. As she got to it, she saw the man in the suit from before, talking on a cellphone as he walked towards a bright red Sports-car. The rushing Hero, however, caused him to change his posture greatly, as he spoke on the Phone a bit more, going from bending over the car to standing straight up, cracking his neck and knuckles. "Yeah Boss. I have it taken care of. There's just two more loose ends I need to take care of before I come back, alright? No, I didn't get the Briefcase. Yes sir, I understand I needed to, but you trust me, don't you? I promise if there was a way for me to get the briefcase, I would have." He finished, then slowly turned to the masked hero. "Yes sir, Have a good night." He finished, closing the phone and crushing it in his bare hand, he unbuttoned his jacket and folded it up, carefully placing it on the ground, then undid the top three buttons of his shirt and pulled up his sleeves, grinning. "Alright, I know both of you are here, so let's go then." he said, as his partner got out of the car, joining him in standing next in front of the car. While the first man put up his fists in a classical boxing Stance, the second got down low to the ground, like a wrestler, curling and uncurling his fingers cautiously. The Boxer launched A vicious uppercut at Silhouette as soon as his friend got out of the car, but it flew slightly wide, the wind from the punch blowing air around the man as he grinned at the punch, taunting the 2D hero to attack him, leaving himself completely open.

The man's face was a pale white as he nodded, slowly- overly so- pulling his phone out of his front pocket, trying desperately to avoid annoying the nightmare that just stepped into his view. His fingers trembled as he dialed the buttons, then rolled over on his side, away from the demon, whispering into the phone feverishly, his voice cracking several times, but, perhaps, too quietly for the 2D woman to hear. The stack of cash Silhouette thumbed through were all hundred dollar bills, 5 bricks of ten-thousand dollars, all counted and real. It bore no marks other then the fact it was obviously new, just recently pulled from a bank or similar, apparently.

-A day later- Around noon, Powerhouse, in his hero disguise, his bag slung over his shoulder, jumped to the roof of the warehouse he had been in the day before- when he had spoken with Mr. Victory-, and entered the Warehouse. It was much the same as he had remembered it, and he looked at the box he had destroyed the day before with a grin. opening his old brown bag, he pulled out a manila folder and grabbed a handful of the planks. Throwing them into the air, he placed the folder on the ground and let them fall back on top of the folder in a haphazard position that gave enough of a hiding spot to prevent it peeking out and made it look like someone hadn't been attempting to hide something- which meant it would be obvious something was here-, and nodded happily. With this, he turned around and left the building, leaping back into the air- he still had work to do-, and knowing that Mr. Victory would end up getting it soon. Inside the folder was a write up on what happened yesterday, in very direct and simple terms, and avoided mentioning any history between Denton, Dallas, and himself.