Identity glanced around, seeing his allies had fallen. He took the blow from Heru, but seemed no worse for the wear, chuckling a bit as the monstrous robot struck him.

"You don't believe you can hurt me, do you?"

Heru delivered a followup punch, and Identity caught it, holding the hulking mass back with one hand. Identity's laughter continued, and he threw Heru's weighty body aside, and he crashed into the ancient turtle's skeleton, crushing a portion of the shell as he impacted. Mercy turned, firing a bullet straight at him. Identity didn't flinch, only moving just before he was hit, catching the bullet between his thumb and index finger, then holding it up before tossing it behind him.

"You seem to have missed, madaam."

Moving his limbs at incredible speeds, Sean unleashed a powerful cyclonic force which barreled toward Identity, wrapping around him and attempting to rip him from the ground. Identity glared at Sean, then made a quick counterspin, destabilizing the tornado and allowing several objects to be whipped away from him due to the centrifugal force.

"Congratulations, you're today's winner. You managed to mess up my hair."

Vladmir turned, his eyes still a bit wild from his earlier frenzy.

"Oh, so the mad mage wants to play?"

Vladmir's mouth moved silently, then he hit Identity with a powerful looking blast, but the villian just shrugged it off just before dodging a tidal wave of stone from Brian and an electrical blast from Gigawatt.

"Honestly, if you are the best we have to deal with, we have no problem. You can't even tell what's an illusion around you!"

He dissapeared in a puff of smoke, though he appeared next to the distracted Kane to give him a knife hand to the throat.

"And you can't identify a distraction when you see one..."

Kane sprang to his feet, trying to kick Identity, his blow going straight through as the villian faded away, leaving the heros to notice that the now concious Shaman was extracting all of their enemies.

"And you have no idea if I'm even real, or just a figment of your collective imaginations..."

Identity was gone... if he'd ever been there at all. Kane shuddered, then picked up the crate, setting it outside and calling for extraction before returning to grab Sebastion and motion to the team it was time to pull out.

"Come on, the craft should be here anytime."

He looked down at Sebastion's bloodied face.

"It should be here anytime, kid... we'll get someone to fix you up. Goodness knows you'll need some help..."

Kane walked outside and set Sebastion down. One hand held his gun... the other was held above his now hidden necklace.

'I told you I could... I'm not a failure... I'm sorry I failed you... but I won't fail ever again.'

"Never again..."

(The round is over, commence between game roleplay.)

Sean couldn't belive that that "man" had fooled the whole team. Oh well. No time for that now. He then remember that gauntlet that Ripple he had seen on Ripple's right hand.
He then ran over to Ripple before Shaman could take him. He then took the gaunlet off his hand very fast.

"Nice. Kinda heavy though."

He then ran over to Kane who was getting Sebastion out of the museum.

"Anything we find and take is ours rite? I mean as long as the stuff isn't owned by the museum,"Sean said.

"Yeah, sure... why?"Kane said.

"I'm just gonna borrow this from that fellow over there,"Sean said showing the gauntlet to Kane while pointing at Ripple who was now being carried away by Shaman.

"Sure",Kane said shrugging,"Whatever, have fun."

"Awesome" Sean said as he rushed off toward Brian.

He grabbed his brother and carried him over to the front of the museum.

"I could have done that myself you know."Brain said as if slightly frusrated.

"I know. I just did it a whole lot faster"Sean said smirking.

He then showed Brain the gauntlet he had stolen from Ripple.

"Wow. The Death Gale. Nice piece. It's perfect for you."

"How so?"Sean said as if confused.

"You'll see when you use it"

Sean then thought. This has to be his brother. He's still the history buff he was before that witch had killed him. She's got hers coming he thought seeing Brian's hand light up as he played with an elcetrical ball.

Heru pulled himself out of the shattered skeleton, taking time to remove bits that had stuck into rough spots in his mangled armor. This enemy had nearly broken him twice now. Whatever happens, preparations should be made.

Mission log, 2nd Hydran entrance mission.

The enemies have been neutralized, and the team is mostly in good shape. One member down due to adverse conditions, no fault on the part of the team. An enemy dropped from the roof and used shock.

I personally have dealt with two of the enemy and damaged another, the other robot seemed to be quite effective on the other front. The two extremely fast humans show a distinct aptitude for pinpointing enemy defenses.

Analysis: The job was done efficiently and with minimal damage to the surrounding area and minimal casualties.

Heru checked to make sure that no vital components were seriously damaged in his latest crash, and walked out to where he had held his position for the last part of combat. As he walked out, a lump of metal caught his eye, the smoking remains of the walking turret had its weapon nearly intact.

A quick tug freed the weapon from its ruined mount. An advanced rifling pattern and magnetic accelerator was built into the device with the aim of extending the range and power far above anything that the humans he had seen were capable of. Heru strapped the device over his back for future study.

On the way out the crisped remains of the probe sputtered to life and a weapon sheathed in pulsating energy grabbed his attention. Heru stooped low to pry this weapon loose, taking care to bring along the power supply for the weapon as well as the weapon itself. Now having two weapons to study, Heru joined the group back at the transport.

“Hello again. It seems that the lions are 1 to the Christians 9. I think that while we have had a bloody nose, we still did rather well.”

Michael turns to look at the rest of his teammates, and sees them helping Sebastion's limp corpse. "Hey! When did that happen is he alright has someone checked his pulse is he still alive?"

As Kane picks up Sebastion's lifeless body, the smashed glasses that rested poorly on his smashed face fell to the ground. The remaining fragments of glass fell loose from the frames leaving a soft, crystaline pitch. The chains rattled along the floor as he was moved. Among the smashed directory lay Sebastion's pocket computer, no longer resembling anything more than shattered plastic and components.

Most of the lights in the museum began to flicker, and a strange song could be heard playing softly. At the end of the simple melody, a chime sounded. As quickly as they came forth, the sounds ceased to be heard. One of the chains began to slowly withdraw back into Sebastion, but after a few inches it became motionless once more.

A cool breeze feebly attempted to blow about Sebastion's brown hair that was now mated in blood. All of the efforts seemed to only be cooling down a tired and worn team who just fought a hard battle. At least a storm is rolling in...

Kane turned toward Michael, as if he'd awoken from a good dream, and dropped his hand from his chest to his jacket pocket.

"He's... breathing, at least. He got it pretty bad though, so my bet is that if our extraction doesn't HURRY UP, then he's going to stop... I did what I could to stabilize him, but I'm not the number one choice for a field medic..."

He glanced around the area toward Hydran Co.

"And if it takes much longer, I'm grabbing him and teleporting there myself. Or hitchhiking."

'I can't let another team member die like this...'

Mercy sat on top of one of the crates and sipped some water. She felt like she had just ran three marathons back-to-back-to-back. As they waited for extraction, she studied Sebastion's bloodied face.
"That bugger really gave it to your scrawny ###, didn't he?" she whispered.
Turning away, she returned to her thoughts.
That Landrick bastard brought back unpleasant memories. She hadn't expected to lose her cool so easily at the sight of someone from the past. Maybe she still hadn't fully coped with her parents' death, even now, yet....

"Move your ###!" the man screamed.
She was no longer a girl anymore. Now, she was becoming a woman. Specifically, she was 19.
"What are you looking at?" the man bellowed.
She snapped out of it and ran. The obstacle course was quite difficult. She leapt over a barricade, though it took quite some effort. Panting, she ducked underneath an opening in the wall.
Moving quickly as possible, she finally reached the end. The man was waiting.
"2 minutes 10 seconds." he whispered.
She sucked in mouthfuls of air. It was an arduous course.
"2 ####ING MINUTES AND ####ING 10 SECONDS!!!!" he screamed.
She grimaced.
"I get paid, when I do my job well. I don't like ####ING 2 minutes, got it?" he leaned in close and yelled.
She looked away, shocked.
His expression softened.
"But hey, baby, don't cry." He reached for her breasts. "I'm not angry, I-"
"Captain Landrick!" a voice boomed.
He spun around. She gulped, thankful his hand never got close.
"I don't want you ever that near to my niece. Understand?" It was her uncle.
"Yessir." Landrick stuttered.
"Good. Now, training is over. It's lunchtime." Her uncle announced.
As Landrick walked away, he shot a devilish grin back at Mercy. She suddenly felt very cold.

"Mercy!"
But she was still in her dream-like consciousness.
"Mercy, goddamn it!"
She snapped out of it. It was Michael.
"You're sitting on a crate." he explained patiently.
"So I am..." she replied, still dazed.
"Could you, um, get off? The shuttle's gonna be here soon." he continued.
"Wha?" she tried to clear her head. "Oh. Okay."
What's wrong with me? she thought.

Bad feelings surged over Vladimir in waves and winds. Unable to wait for the privacy of the extraction bus, Vladimir sprinkled his runes in a circle around his feet. He began to chant the inaudible whispers of the cosmic hierarchy, hoping they would answer his cry. They sent him no message, however, and this left Vladimir with a deep, unsettling rage. He focused on summoning a magical air current, one which would carry him to see the Hierarchy in person. However, Vladimir's feet remained firmly on the ground. He could no longer fly.

"Oh," Vladimir thought to himself, "This is punishment"