<strong>Diva</strong><br/><br/>She hadn't been expecting that and when the winds pelted her, she held her shield in front of her face as the horse bucked wildly, eventually she reached close enough to clumsily swing her sword but she found herself wondering just what the hell her opponent was. The girl was definitely powered, and she hadn't been prepared to encounter any real resistance.<br/><br/><strong>Marius</strong><br/><br/>The Baroness found herself in midair and looked around for a moment before grunting from the kick to the face, seeing the power station she shook her head and said<strong>"Nein."</strong>Spinning her hands into wild cyclones to slow her descent until she could land safely away from the station. Looking back to the teleporter, she eyed him warily. She wasn't a fan of the teleporting and she noticed that while it seemed to drain him? She was starting to feel some fatigue also. Perking an eyebrow up under the mask she zipped towards a car, punched the window and grabbed a handful of glass. Flinging it towards Marius.<br/><br/><strong>Sagitarius</strong><br/><br/>Reichsmark was finding this woman to be incredibly annoying, as she rolled out of the way of his attempt to hit her. His fist digging into the floor a little before she pulls another arrow. Smirking at her as he slowly saunters towards her, cockily remarking<strong>"Haven't you learned you stupid bint? You have nothing that can hurt me, just accept your fate and we can quit with this child's play..."</strong>As soon as the word play left his mouth, the arrow directly landed against the back of his throat. Had he not been metal? That would have surely killed him, but despite his skin? That hurt him like a son of a bitch and he grabbed at his throat, gasping harshly for air as he crouched down a little and tried to scream out in pain.<br/><br/><strong>Arsenal Dame</strong><br/><br/>A group of men strip off trench coats to reveal themselves clad in full Nazi garb enter the Daily Planet through the front door, there are three of them accompanied by a man in the back with red hair. The men fire off a few rounds, and when one guard tries to reach for his gun he is shot dead from a burst of automatic gunfire. The man with the red hair smirks and says<strong>"Pity, now then. You all are guilty of biased news, labeling so called "supremacist" groups as terrorists and unamerican? Who do you pigs think you are?!?"</strong>Another rounds of burst go off and he watches their back for a moment, waving his hand at a few cops who try to approach from the back. A cone of invisible energy smacks them back against a wall harshly.<br/><br/>(http://www.angelfire.com/ar/hellUSA/perdegaton.jpg)