<div class="floatleft">(http://i983.photobucket.com/albums/ae316/kckolbe/ewan-mcgregor-23299.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Sean Cassidy<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Banshee<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Los Angeles, outer USC.<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          Mid Knight<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Banshee had flown quite a bit behind, playing it very safe since at least one member of the group had some form of ranged attack (fortunately telegraphed by a bright light), and another had taken to the air with unsteady flight.  Realizing that his opponents knew better how to combat him than vice versa, he decided to play it as safe as possible.  He looped back with a less concentrated blast, not enough to stun any of them, though still enough of a hindrance to send the barely airborne opponent back to the ground and make the others cover their ears.<em>None of them are real fighters.</em><br/><br/>He was getting ready to do another pass and stun the shooter, but then he saw the veteran getting to his feet.<em>Already?</em>he thought.  Remembering all of the times he'd sparred against Wolverine, he knew that anyone that could heal that quickly was bound to win eventually.  His powers weren't weak, but they were almost never deadly.  Aborting his third pass, he turned back to where the two had been fighting, and after a quick scan noticed that the guard had been defeated already.<em>Looks like you were fine on your own,</em>he thought, and took a direct route out of the compound.