<strong>The Harriers</strong><br/><br/><em><strong>Kid King-</strong></em><br/><br/>The Kid, now thoroughly wary of getting close to his opponent but running out of ranged weapons, was in a bit of a pickle. Harpy's fly-over attack had rendered the shadowy guy apparently prone but the Kid wanted to be sure.<br/><br/>And besides, the bastard had written "asshole" on his forehead. That was still getting a few chuckles from outside the arena, but just as many voices were egging him onto smash that "shadowy creep".<br/><br/>Kid King was determined to go with the latter. Without a comm, he had no way of calling in Harpy for continuous backup, but hoped she would make the best choice. They had the advantage of numbers now, there was no real reason why they should lose this. Flexing out his wounds and bruises, he rummaged through his pouches and found one last thing he could possibly use. It wasn't ideal, but then again the Kid didn't have as big a budget as his mentor. He strode upto where CS lay. Cracking open the canister, Kid flung it down right next to CS's face, the thing already sparking and steaming, letting off a fine spray of red mist - condensed pepper spray. If his opponent truly was out, Dr Fields would call this a time out as it may go onto overkill, which would be a technical win for the Kid, but if he was just playing dead, then he would soon find out. He stood in a fighting stance. If CS leapt up to try and get away from the cloud, then Kid meant to be ready for him with a classic one-two.<br/><br/><em><br/><strong>Harpy-</strong> </em><br/><br/>Blam! That had felt good. It looked like the shadow guy was down and Kid owed her a drink. Or at least...why was her vested comrade still in a fighting stance? She glanced over to Harrier...where he was being rammed into a wall by the angel. Fuck it, she thought. If he was going down, it was his fault, and if they won the fight, it would be down to Harpy, not Harrier.<br/><br/>Thus, she circled lazily above the prone CS, who had now apparently been gassed, waiting to swoop down on him and administer what could only be the final blow should he get back up and try fighting with the Kid again.<br/><br/><br/><em><strong>Harrier-</strong> </em><br/><br/>So his bravado wasn't looking to good anymore, and this angel customer was a tough cookie. Harrier was slammed with force against Dr Field's barriers, the jolt reverberating through his back and spine. He apparently couldn't rely on Harpy's help any more - what was the stupid bitch playing at?! Whatever, Harrier's survival instinct kicked in and as Seraph pulled back to fly away, he lashed out a hand to grab onto a limb - and did so, just barely, onto Seraph's bad leg.<br/><br/>Sure Seraph was on top of this fight, but Harrier was a tenacious fellow - and if he had to play dirty to stay in the game, then so be it.<br/><br/>He just didn't know how long he could stay in the game without backup!<br/><br/>