<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/h3ZzKUc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>"Cyclops"<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside around the perimeter of the mob<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 8th, 6:31 pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Joanne Weber, Logan Howlett, Piotr Rasputin - GOLD team (ish)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Salem changes her plan. She decides to move her unit closer to Logan and Colossus. About 3/4 of the way there, the mob comes in on them from ONE side. They have a retreat area away from the mob, repeat, not surrounded. Salem gets into hand to hand contact with the mob, but she loses the 6h or 7th fight she has and ends up pinned to the ground by a large man.<br/><hr/>Salem had been in the tent a while, and a lot had transpired between her first contact, and their movement on the mob.<em>‘This is impossible.’ - ‘They all hate us’ - ‘What did we just drop into’ - ‘The ratio’s off.’ - ‘I’ve been instructed to avoid using my powers.’ - ‘We all have.’ - ‘This isn’t the danger room.’ - ‘!!’ </em>Too many thoughts landed on Salem in a heap as the faces turned on her.<br/><br/>She was in rare form, and zoned in. Her right hand stuck up in the shape of a fist.<strong>“HOLD!”</strong>Salem shocked herself and a deep inhale rose into her chest. She felt her own strength. She didn’t feel like a little girl anymore. She had worked so hard at containing her powers that she instantly knew what to do. She was capable with out her laser beams. And she was unstoppable with them. This was just one of those times that she needed to use her intelligence, and not her genetic advantage.<em> ‘I’ve got this.’</em>The battle plan had changed, but she had listened to everything that Blackout said to her. And she was sharing the same apprehension.<br/><br/>Salem tried to register what had happened while she was in that tent, and she was trying to make sense of the situation as it was unfolding. Her mind had already done most of the hard work. She was just fact checking now.<em>‘Regrouping would be good.‘ - ‘Smart, Blackout‘ - ‘Gold Team Status, active.‘ - ‘Gold team is clean. Very clean.‘ - ‘this crowd doesn’t need another reason to kill people.‘ - ‘An attack is a misstep‘ - ‘Shadowcat contact with rescue targets.’ </em>Salem had heard the muffled words of Graydon speaking to his radicals through the primitive tool.<em>‘Crazy man on a megaphone, inaudible, riling the mob up.‘ - ‘I have a line of sight.‘</em>Her arm shot up to her temple, and she had the dial turned to 14 %, it was just enough to cause any man to suffer a minor concussion.<em> ‘I could hit him.‘</em>Her hand lowered angrily.<strong>“Fuck.” </strong>Salem glanced back to her team as Logan caught her attention through the radio in her ear.<br/><br/><em>‘Oh no. He’s following my instructions. I can fix this.’ </em>Salem underestimated how powerful her personality was. She didn’t know that Logan would go through with it like this, especially as the situation changed, and the mob was about to turn on everyone.<br/><br/>She took one final look at everyone around her, the police behind her awaiting orders for about seven seconds. The riot was moving slowly, hesitant. Salem was eyeing them down, they looked equal parts scared, and vile. In every fourth or fifth face, Salem could see actual indecision.<em>‘No on here wants to die. Well… most don’t.’</em><br/><br/>The orders came from her finally.<strong>“Blackout. You’re right, we’re moving in the wrong direction. On me! We’re moving!” </strong>Salem started to back pedal away from her section of the mob.<strong> “Blackout! Cover us from the mob as well as you can!” </strong>She had to scream to overpower the sound of the mob.<strong>“Rally on the metal man!”</strong>Her hand signals said the same thing, ending with a gesture toward where Logan and Colossus were standing.<strong>“Stay close to Blackout!” </strong><br/><br/>Salem started marching her team toward Logan’s position.<strong> “Blue team converging, Colossus, you’re our flag, stand tall.” </strong>She shouted into her radio.<br/><br/>This time their charge was slow and plodding, careful. They got about three-fourths of the way to Logan before the crowd found them and halted their progress. The police immediately followed Logan’s orders and kept Blackout and Salem’s rear flank covered. It was time to test her training, Salem had undergone years of hand to hand combat. She was decked out with gear, and tools. This should be easy.<br/><br/>There was no question about it, her new section of the mob was assaulting them, weakly, but they were pushing. The police displayed the level of force that Salem was allowed to use. They were using their blunt weapons and their riot shields. So salem used her full force, and went into her kickboxing dojo. And just like sparing, she got good hits in, and they got in good shots on her. They were sloppy though, and she was protected enough to sustain some of this mob.<br/><br/>She was building confidence as she delivered one or two strong punches that brought grown men to their knees.<br/><br/>The mob wasn’t trained, but there was a lot of them. She tried to keep herself in a good position, focus on defending herself. She was outnumbered, but she hadn’t felt so strong. She managed to use a pair of handcuffs as she went hand to hand with a rather large man. She slapped one ring around his wrist, flipped him to the ground, using his own weight against him. Unfortunately, as she lowered down to sink her knee into the lower half of his spine. She was trying to lock up the other arm along the middle of his back. But someone interupted her.<br/><br/>A man had come through their line, and he tackled Salem down to the ground. He was on top of her and much heavier. She was face down, it was not a great situation. As he pulled her head up to presumably bring it down into the concrete below, she muscled backwards and felt the steel band of her visor crunch into his nose.<em>‘Now, that was lucky.’</em>She barely even felt the impact. But she heard him scream in pain, and she felt a spray of blood against the back of her neck.<strong>"Ahh! fuck! get off!"</strong>Salem was still pinned on the ground, but at least she felt the grip on her hair loosen. Struggling, she tried to wriggle free of him, feeling rather useless with a bruised hip and a bloody lip on the ground.<strong>“Aahgn!”</strong>She grunted, trying to throw his weight off of her. It wasn’t going perfectly.