Edward
**"We're done with your shit Tabula! Why the FUCK did we find your tech in the Gold Diggers' warehouse?! Are you tryna start somethin? Supplying the enemy with tech to use against us?"**

A gruff voice rang out across the alleyway and out into the street as a body was slammed up against one of the walls that made up the alley. To anyone familiar with the gangs of the slums, or to those who do business with the gang 'Kneebashers', they would know this man as 'Bonethrasher', the leader of the gang. He was a very temperamental man, and when things didn't go his way he often broke out in fits of rage like the one he could be seen in right now.

***"They are __your__ enemy. I am simply a businessman, a producer and seller, I do not take si-"***

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Hot blood filled Tabula's mouth as a hefty fist of reinforced bone crashed into his jaw. His face lit up like a beacon with pain, never before had he been *Hit* At a deal like this, was Bonesong insane? Did he really think that he'd still be doing business with the man after a stunt like this?

**"You listen here shit for brains! You don't sell *Anything* To the enemy, you work for us, got it?"**

With the pain still coursing through his jaw, and his head foggy from the blow to the head he had taken, Tabula was quite out of it. It *Seemed* Like this lowlife 'gang' leader was trying to extort him, which was a funny joke. Why would someone who depends on your product- 

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Pain now coursed through the lanky male's torso, constant and stinging, one of his ribs was probably broken. Black spots begun to form in his vision, was this really it? Was this going to be the end of him? To some Adrenaline junkie gang schmuck?
Dora
Poppet was in ear shot, traveling the city to test her range once more. She was in some dark colored clothing, some jeans and a hoodie that would keep her visage mostly hidden. She was content with just taking the stroll, but it seemed fate had other plans for her today. The stage was set as she watched the argument play out from the entrance of the alleyway. These thugs were going to absolutely destroy this nerd if she didn't step in, and with no one else around...

Poppet took a full step into the alley, raised her porcelain hand, and charged the energy that began pulsing around her arm.
John
**Noise**
"Whelp shit," A slightly compacted and oddly static voice would say from further inside the alleyway. If one were to really listen to the static voice, one would most likely realize that it was the kind of static one would associate with that of some kind of broken or damaged machine that was in bad need of repair or replacement. Though having said this, the voice of Kristof would still have been clear enough to hear if one was within the alleyway despite this static.

"I was content just letting this play out... But now things have changed," The static voice said as a weird clanking of two metal objects could be heard. The strikes of the metallic objects were timed so that one could hear the figure talk and walk slowly, closing in on the situation. If one were to look closely at where the noise was coming from, one would most likely notice a figure slowly closing in on the group, his body draped in black clothing that looked to be the clothing of your stereotypical punk. However, there was one thing that put this figure apart from the punk look: a black mask with lids all over it, a red fire-like glow flowing from the slits as the figure moved. (note: one would be able to see the figure hammering two objects together as he moved his arms wide as the two metal objects were hammered into one another again and again.

A bit rushed but hope it works
Edward
Tabula's breathing begun to speed up as the man in front of him slowly begun to contort his face in pain. From his wrist begun a long blade made entirely of bone. This was Bonesong's ability, he could actively manipulate his own bones and the bones of other people that he was in contact with. It also offered him a decent amount of regeneration to Tabula's knowledge, but he obviously didn't have immunity to the pain. Bonethrasher raised the wrist blade up to the tinker's neck and a small smirk begun to make its way through the pain on his face.

**"I always love to cut open smug bastards like you, your screams are like a symphony to my old ears."**

Tabula offers no response outside of a dazed and perhaps slightly bored glance. Nothing happens for a few moments, then it appears more had come to join their little party. To the right a bright light made itself known, seemingly building itself up brighter and brighter due to the influence of a person. On that side of the alleyway the cracked cement ground begun to groan and moan with effort and it suddenly rose up from its flat position on the ground to form a defensive wall.

To the left was also some amount of light, though this was more akin to a face than what was on the other side of the alleyway. Not only was there light, but there was a rythmic clacking sound of metal on metal. It wasn't exactly annoying but it was constant. This figure *Also* Spoke, by the words Tabula could make out it seemed like he had some kind of problem with the gang... Good, it would make escaping this situation all the easier.

Bonethrasher's face moves from staring Tabula down to facing this speaking figure, and his expression darkens from smugness to a face of annoyance.
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**"And who are you lot supposed to be? Two dainty pussy ass heroes who think they can bite off more than they can chew and just get away with it? Run away before I gut you all like a fish, this has nothing to do with you."**

Silently while his captor's attention was diverted Tabula begins to search around in his pocket for one of his stimulants, *Any* Of them.
Dora
Poppet didn't respond, not in a typical manner anyways. Her head clocked to one side unnaturally, Aiming to get a good look at the other strange character down the alley that closed in on the group. She opened her mouth, but it wasn't human.. It was.. Like a doll. "_A strange encounter between parties, two to the aid of one against the other, the question remains-_"

The energy loosed from her hand and shot like an arrow for Bonethrasher's center mass, with enough force to knock the wind out of even a burly man, if it hit. ' _How are we going to split the fun?_" A light chuckle and rattle eminated from her head, the hood stil not letting any features beide her long hair and strange marrionete like mouth show.
John
**Anger**
"A hero, he says," The figure said as he dropped both the metal objects he had held moments ago, creating a noisy metallic clang as they dropped to the floor. Then, with one swift motion, the figure raised 5 fingers and shot out 5 near-invisible beams of compressed vibrations. Two were aimed at Bonethrasher's upper and lower body, respectively, while the rest were aimed at 3 random gangsters that were part of this. Each of these bullets of compression was about the size of a fist and held the force of a pro baseballer's swing, one that could most definitely break a bone if contact was made. Hell, even if a person was just scraped, it might send them tumbling, as the force behind the attack would most definitely be enough to do so. Each of the blasts moves pretty damn quick as they moved as sound would, and though they were somewhat hard to spot and relatively hard to hear, if one listened closely, one would hear a buzzing noise as they closed in. Not only that but if one was to really look out for these blasts, one might see the slight distortion they created as they flew at tremendous speeds.
Edward
Within the blink of an eye, chaos erupted.

On Poppet's side of the alley the previously shifting cement thickened and solidified itself against the blast of energy that careened towards it. The two forces connected with a resounding *Crack*, and a spider-web of cracks spread out across the front of the cement wall. A larger man wearing a Hawaiian shirt, shorts, and no shoes turned towards Poppet, a smirk literally cracking across his stone face. The man's entire body seemed to be made of the same cement that he manipulated, with cracks running along his body where visible veins would be on a normal person.

__"Not gunna allow that one dollie, ya messin' with tha' wrong man!"__

Swiftly the man raised up a powerful stone leg and *Slammed* It into the cracked cement wall and shattered it into a vast spray of speeding cement shards aimed directly for the figure that stood before him. As he did this the man let out a sound that was a vague attempt at a whistle, but sounded more like a loud intake of air due to the man's lack of lips or throat. Either way, this caused a couple of the armed men close to him to also turn towards Poppet and rush towards her doll-like form with baseball bats screaming bloody murder.

On the other side of the alley, the leader of this group was under attack from another source. Bonethrasher did not bother dodging, rather he just let out a noise that sounded something like a combination of a laugh and a shout of pain as the vibrating projectiles crashed into him. His legs buckled and the older man fell to the ground, but that did not keep him down for long. With another half laugh half shout the man stood back up from his kneeling position and shot forth a barrage of bone shards from his legs and ribcage area towards his assailant.

**"RIGHTY THEN, LET'S GET THIS THRASHING STARTED WHY DON'T WE!?"**
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With that said the older man dashed towards Kristoff followed by six of his goons, rather than nine as three had not been so lucky in dodging the man's vibrating attacks. The two goons directly behind Bonethrasher raised their knives threateningly, and the four goons directly behind them ran screaming with baseball bats.

With all grip on his body gone, Tabula coiled his hand around one of the syringes within his jacket and fumbled trying to get his sleeve up and into his arm. Not only had he been accosted by these brutish gang members, but now there was some heroic types fighting them that may see his identity? Not good at all, he needed a disguise. 

Letting out a grunt of pain barely louder than a whisper Tabula shoved the syringe into his arm with a practiced motion, and let the contents flow into his bloodstream. Quickly his body shrunk down and morphed not into a person, but into a duck-like bird with vivid red feathers. A snort of anger and annoyance made itself known from the duck's bill before-

***"Just my luck..."***

Letting out another sigh Tabula looked around from his low to the ground perspective, and begun to loudly quack and fly into the face of the closest goon to him.
Dora
Poppet braced herself as quickly as she could, raising her arms infront of her in a crossed formation before becoming enveloped in a pulse of purple energy as the shards struck her. She was sent tumbling off her balance, unable to fully protect against the strike in time. Though Poppet was sent to the ground, she didn't stay down for long, it wasn't like she had any bones or flesh to be bruised, or muscles to be strained and harmed, and so she rose from her position, dusting off her clothes before drawing the hoodie a bit tighter around her face.

"_Slick move, but luckily I can take a lot more than I look like I can._" Suddenly, she bolted from her spot on the ground, soaring up fifteen feet into the air, a glow of purple energy surrounding her, and pulsing towards her head. She let her mouth drop open, and energy was seemingly gathering in the cavity. "_Annnnd- that isn't all I can dish out, Cinderblock!_"

Her main target this time around was 'cinderblock' she so aptly named him. She soon let loose a Barrage of beams from her mouth, like a dragon spewing fire. They were much stronger now than they were before, strong enough that the stray shots that may have missed tore up the street around them to a small degree.

Though she was trying to be mindful of the other two, she didn't have much control over the spread if she wanted to blanket the area Cinderblock was in.
John
**Rush**
"Dumb bastards," Kristof said with a staticky laugh as he saw the bone coming for him... Kristof was scared. If he was being honest, however, he didn't show it, as that wouldn't help anyone now. Instead, he stopped, looked at the incoming attacks, and shot out another blast of vibrations, the noise around him suddenly dissipating as if he were absorbing them. Hell, even the noise of the yelling gangster would be taken in with a fair amount of speed for that short moment. The noise dissipated around Kristof. This time, the blast was more significant than before. There was only one... Having said this, it was an attack that was so big it didn't need more of itself as the blast was big enough to fill the ally in front of Kristof with the little issue more or less creating a near-invisible moving blob mass that was now coming toward the men rushing him the power behind this attack was a bit more extreme than a baseball bat from a pro swing as it was more the equivalent to getting hit by a car the walls and ground this nearly invisible blast more or less denting as the mass of vibrations shot out from Kristof. Note the blast would keep going until it meets force. If sat froce is not strong enough, it will keep going and shoot out of the ally, most likely dragging anyone in the way with it.