A shadow on the outskirts of the Dominion: Shadowstep waited to hear word back from the MEE HQ, he’d noticed the three Epics leaving some time ago and they’d all seemed to be pretty powerful, Nocturne had gone back immediately to let Zip know. This might just be the perfect time for an attack, with three of his more powerful Epics out doing who knew what Corpsemaker would be less protected. Still, given that Nocturne could fly it was taking too long to hear back, what was taking her so long? A nearby crunch took his attention, he looked out from his shadow to try to identify it, quickly realizing that someone had landed right ontop of his shadow with quite some force, even though it wasn’t a corporeal body he always flinched whenever something threatened a shadow he was hiding in. Looking closely he recognized the figure from the MEE. “Collaborate right?” Shadowstep said, appearing at the edge of the shadow. “What are you doing here? Where’s Nocturne?” A strength Epic of some kind, Collaborate didn’t have any stealth abilities, he was going to blow their cover… unless. Collaborate smiled. “She’s on her way, took a while to organize.” As he spoke a group of scared-looking Vanillas with rifles approached and took up position behind him. “We’re attacking now. You in? Or are you just going to go back to hiding in the shadows little scaredy cat? I could always use a bit more strength.” Ah that’s right, proportional strength something to do with how many people are following him? Looking back at the spiderweb of cracks in the ground from Collaborate’s landing Shadowstep realized it had actually been a giant leap that had carried the Epic here. He must already have over a dozen times a regular person’s strength. “I’ll be watching. If need be I can try to evacuate some people.” Shadowstep said, cursing his lack of offensive abilities. Collaborate laughed, shoving him back into his shadow. “Fine, stay there.” More Epics slowly arrived, including Nocturne, still in her barn owl form. “Ah. That’s more like it. This has got to be at least 20, no maybe 30 of us.” Collaborate laughed again. “I am going to be unstoppable.” Leading the group with a roar the strength Epic sped through the streets, each step covering far more distance than it should. The plan to assassinate Corpsemaker had begun.
Thought Town Firebox led his group of Epics through Thought Town, a small handful of bullets held outstretched before him, when they found an enemy soldier he leeched the heat from one, causing it to shoot forwards The bullets shot forward with as much speed as any fired from a gun, in addition they’d been supercooled by his power, crystalizing muscle and blood when they stuck in a soldier. Firebox was a god among insects, these puny guards, needing to rely on weapons like these guns to hurt people. Firebox was a weapon. He didn’t even hear the shot. One soldier had left the fleeing group, hiding among the shadows cast by a building and taking careful aim at the back of Firebox’s head. Killing Firebox in an instant.
The border of Thought Town: Flowerface hid in the back of the group from the MEE, other Epics rapidly trying to move away when they realized who it was. Why had he been given these powers? People around him had become veritable gods, impervious to harm, hurling fireballs, lightning and blasts of pure energy. And I get to be super-allergy man, the guy who gives everyone the sniffles. It had taken many months of practice with a pistol before he was even as dangerous as most Vanillas these days, even among minor Epics he’d stood out as useless. He’d heard of only one more so, although stories seemed mixed as to whether he was a force to be absolutely feared, or a pitiful minor Epic capable of nothing that a clock wasn’t. Ah well, I never did get to meet him and find out, probably for the best, even he probably would have been more useful than me. He fired rounds from his Glock into the rapidly thinning group of guards around Thought Town. They’d taken out a few of the MEE Epics already but by combining their abilities most had survived. Somehow Flowerface had been among the survivors. He provided supressing fire as he closed the distance to where his powers would begin affecting the guards, he should at least pretend his powers were useful in some way right? A few sniffles and coughs was all the effect he had, the guards continued to shoot from their cover until one of the more combative Epics from the MEE severed all their heads with a well placed piece of tinfoil. “You stay here and uh… guard our backs.” The tinfoil-Epic said, at least being kind enough to pretend there was a reason they all left him behind. Flowerface waited in the dark, alone.
The skies above Thought Town: Soulswitch soared over the burning ThoughtTown, still possessing the griffin that Chimera had given him. He’d grown bored of watching over the virtually empty museum so he’d left to do some scouting when he’d spotted the attack on Thought Town. Corpsemaker? I didn’t know he had the forces for it, there must be a dozen Epics down there at least. Circling lower to get a better look, Soulswitch watched the soldiers fighting bravely against the Epics, mere humans couldn’t possibly hope to hold their own against a force of Epics but they struggled valiantly in any event. A stray bullet clipped his wing as he watched the firefight, punching a hole straight through the tough muscle and sinew. He struggled to keep airborne but soldiers took notice of him and started shooting, assuming him to be another Epic attacking them. He quickly shifted out of the griffin and into one of the soldiers, taking over the man so that he could run he heard a dull thump behind him as the corpse of the griffin landed. Chimera was going to be so disappointed in him.
The skies above Thought Town: Jetpack flew straight over the borders around Thought Town, fire jetting from his hands as he scanned the field for Refill He shifted constantly to avoid making a target of himself and occasionally dropped low enough to roast a few soldiers, although after one with a shotgun had grazed his side he’d stopped. Cauterizing the wound was easy enough for a former vet but if one hit him anywhere vital he couldn’t come back from that. He froze when he spotted a figure all in white, he’d heard about Voidgaze before and she was definitely not part of the MEE. Shooting up and out of her range quickly he realized she must be with Thought Town, which meant this attack was likely about to go very wrong. He flew back to the group near the entrance, stopping only to yell a quick warning that enemy Epics were here before shooting off again. As soon as he left the ground something happened to his vision, it went completely dark and he heard a strange hum in his ear. Synesthesia? Why would she- Forgetting to slow or stop his jets, he rammed straight into the walls of Thought Town, crushing his skull immediately.
A tall building, near the Dominion:
Longshot took aim, his eyes adjusting to the dim light almost immediately. He could clearly see his target even from this distance, he could see everything now. Every shift in the wind. Every updraft. The spin on every bullet as it exited his gun. He’d been dropped off here on the tallest building in the area as the others all continued on to confront the Epics of the dominion at closer range. Fools, they’ll never win like that. You need to attack from safety, unwatched yet acting as the watcher. Longshot lined up the shot, taking the wind into account along with the bullets fall and his targets predicted motion he pulled the trigger. His rifle jammed. Throwing it over the edge in anger he pulled out his spare, mentally adjusting for the differences between the two he lined his shot up again and fired. Just as a barn owl swooped into view, taking the bullet full in the chest before plummeting from the sky. “Un-bloody-believable” He muttered, lining up his shot for the third time. A part of his mind realized that he’d probably just shot the shapeshifting Epic from the MEE. Most of him didn't care. It was lining up his next shot. He didn't bother to look as the timber beneath him creaked, his mind entirely focused upon the shot, his index finger pulling slowly back on the trigger when with a great creak the floor collapsed beneath him.
