<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/marveldatabase/images/2/27/Colossus_Bloodline_Vol_1_4_Textless.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20071203033515)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name:</strong> Colossus<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown, besiged library<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 8th, 2017, 6:30 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers | Cyclops, James Howlett | Old Man Logan, Joanne Weber | Blackout, Davi Alleyne | Prodigy, Doctor Nemesis, Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat, Jonothon Starsmore | Chamber<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Bringing out the big guns</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Colossus knew Salem was watching his back as he hoisted her to her feet. But he also knew, that she knew, she didn't have to. After all, what good was an indestructible metal giant if he couldn't afford to turn his back to rioters and small arms fire?  In fact, he could hear the pinging of bottles, bricks, rocks and other random debris crashing against his Osmium hide to no other effect than minor annoyance. Even more reason why it was more important for Salem to use her weird gift for tactics and spatial awareness to help guide them through this madhouse they'd dropped into. And since Salem wasn't invulnerable, he decided that no matter highly skilled, she'd eventually lose from sheer numbers. <br/><br/>The easiest solution was to lessen those numbers. It took a moment for him to focus enough to gauge his strength properly, but once he was confident people would be lightly injured at best, he went to work. A slight push to a man's chest sent him flying backward, knocking down a group of people behind him. A tap to the head here and there dropped burly, full grown men like potato sacks. Colossus looked like a riot robot or something, programmed to quickly and efficiently incapacitate unruly mobs. It's easier to arrest someone when they're rolling on the ground or unconscious. Logan's voice in the comms snapped Pete's head around to quickly locate the older mutant.<br/><br/> "Logan, I see her. You're heading in the right direction. Just stay straight!" He wanted to give him more, but between the people surrounding him and the throng Logan was pushing through, he lost the visual pretty quick. "I lost her. I don't see her anymore, Logan; too many people." Cyclop's optic beam had a particular and unique sound to it, and hearing it had Colossus spinning to punch the next problem, only to stop when he saw a gun on the ground and a man whose throbbing hand was bent around the fingers. The girls reflexes and senses were very insanely good, and he was thankful for them. And because of Salem, he only had a broken hand. <br/><br/>Not a broken everything else from a metal fist after shooting a friend. When they moved up with the officers, he nodded to Cyclops in understanding her orders. Then the two of them started dropping rioters left and right. He was still in full control of his strength but was trying to keep his face stern despite laughing inside when his blows launched men through the air like an action movie. This exchange was starting to feel pointless though. Every time a person dropped, two more stepped up in their stead. They were facing the mother of all Hydra in this situation. He was getting tired of this, and he could see the police were actually getting tired. <br/><br/>They were severely outnumbered and trying to remain non-lethal. It was an uphill battle to say the least. "Enough! Everyone stand back!" Once everyone, even Cyclops was behind him, he took aim at the shifting mass of people before them. Then he drew his hands back and clapped them together in front of him. The resulting CLANG echoed for blocks, while the targets of the "Thunder Clap" got caught up in a shockwave that swept them backward and cleared breathing room for the officers. There would be bruises, probably broken bones. But nothing beyond what was already happening, and now they had a few precious moments before the other side recovered. <br/><br/>"Where's the man in charge? Cut the head off the snake, the body dies!" With his massive height, even the tallest of the crowd didn't do much to obscure his vision. It took some scanning, but with the portion of the crowd he'd blown away still rolling around on the ground, he saw the man who looked like he was in charge. "There!" He pointed a hammer sized finger toward Graydon, where the mob wasn't quite as excited. Probably because the most order was right around the boss. "Take him down and we can start to wrap this up!"<br/></span><br/>