Disorder Con Mutant

Players:

Attrition

Wade

Adam

Betsy

Norton

Pietro

Adam looks up at the Facade with a smirk, "Place sure likes to draw attention." He muses to himself. While he walks along the side of the building, sticking to the sidewalk near the doorway, he has little desire at the moment to actually go back inside of the place. That is fine however, since the real entertainment appears to be outside. He has wondered if this little rally was by the same folks who tried to assault the Dark Facade's guests previously, but, by the statements being called out, it wouldn't appear so. Still...a coincidence? Likely not.

Attrition walks over to the bar, taking the cigar with one hand before he smiles and puts some money on the table. "Shot of rum please, keeps ones heart fast just in case there is trouble." he says in his most 'charming latin' way. He looks back out and spots Pietro, accepting the drink with a nod and drowning it in one shot, nodding thanks as he heads towards the coverd boy. "Hey!, come on, I want to take a closer look, want a rum just in case?" he asks gesturing towards the bar.

Wade's eyes continue to be fixed upon the crowd at the nearby distance, and when Norton speaks, a hairless eyebrow arches upwards as the man turns to face the figure in the trench coat. "Don't you know that the fun stuff happens late? Like that little party van with the midgets and the donkeys that drives along the street always five minutes behind you." The man grins. "Fun doesn't have to be pretty." Oh boy.

"Just in case of what?" Pietro blinks but after a moment's consideration and a fleeting look to Attrition's rum he gives a nod. "Uh, sure." He's not one to turn down a drink, especially at a time when he can really use one. Nevertheless, he seems particularly... well, paranoid, despite the promise of rum. "What the hell's going on, man? If you hadn't told me you were gonna be inside," he mutters lowly, "I wouldn't have squeezed my ass through that crowd. They look like they're gonna tear each other apart anytime now. Seriously, you heard what happened the last time people hung out in here too long. We need to get the hell back on the street." He gestures jerkily toward the door, making it clear that as soon as (in)humanly possible he's going to try to usher the pair of them out.

Norton gives Wade a look of... well, it's probably a look Wade gets a lot, a mixture of disbelief and confusion. "...Whatever you're on right now, stop. It's obviously not treatin' you well." He turns his attention away from the patently crazy man and focuses back on... well, the patently crazy -mob-. His eyes narrow. Great. Trust the force to find out there's a freaking riot on our hands, and Norton's the only one to show up. He's willing to bet the rest of the uniforms tapped for this have all purposefully gotten "stuck" in traffic in order to ensure they're not the ones held responsible when this powder keg ignites... With another sigh, Norton very slowly, carefully shifts his weight. And watches.

A duo of motorcycles can be heard half a block away as they're kicked to life. They come roaring down the street with hoots and screams from the drivers and passengers. "Kill them!" One shouts. "For Vincent and Tommy! GET THEM!!" And so forth as they pass by. One person throws a bottle on the street and the shattered glass seems to be precisely what this crowd requires to go -nuts-.

People literally just start brawling in the street. Punches thrown, weapons revealed, screams, cries of rage and violence all explode as if this were a pressure pot with a weak valve. It will easily spread across the street to the Facade and likely around the block as well. It's a full fledged riot with all the anger that can come from a crowd thick with lawlessness.

Adam runs a hand through his hair, his cool blue gaze eyeing the crowd across the street. He is not expecting it when the motorcycles roars start up, followed by the shouts. He presses back against the wall just outside of the Dark Facade's door as they pass and subsequently, the crowed erupts. The scents of anger and fear flood through his nostrils, turning up that feral switch in his brain. His lips curl back into a silent snarl although he hasn't yet joined in the chaos, looking instead for an exit, but only finding the way inside the building.

Attrition shrugs. "In case you know..." he says before he offers a small smile and long drag on his clove. "Bartender, another rum for my friend please...." he says laying another bill gesturing. "Drink up quick, we don't want to miss anything. Poor mutie bastards, this can't be there doing unless they somehow got some stupidity mutation. This doesn’t serve there purposes at all, damn capitalist pigs, bet if you checked up, half of those guys are on Kelly's payroll." he mutters, waiting for Pietro to drink if he does before he begins to head back out and then he hears it. "Shit... its starting...come on man." following the tide of people rushing out.

At the shouts and the sounds of the motorcycles, Wade turns to see where the new commotion was coming from. He's cool, at the moment, and his hand is firmly gripping that duffel bag of his, just in case anything were to really go down - and soon it does. "Woah!" He lets out with a whistle as the fists and fury start to fly. "Your mothers never taught you manners, huh?" is called out to some of the rioters as he tries to inch his way back from the fighting... Not because he's afraid of it, but because he simply doesn't want his pretty face to get ruined at the moment.

Somewhere in the back of Pietro's mind, his marked lack of ID registers... But he has much bigger concerns on his mind than that and he downs the shot in a flash without making eye contact with the bartender and winces just slightly at the burn. "I /told/ you they were about to go fuckin' nuts," he reminds Attrition testily as he wastes no time in heading for the exit. Once he's outside, back out amidst the fresh chaos, his eyebrows arch high under his hat and he barks an more official reminder to his companion, "Watch yourself!" As if that really needs saying. And already the speedster is subconsciously sinking into a combat-ready stance, eyes on the crowd and reflexes primed.

"FUCK." Norton's first impulse is to lash try to stop the guys on the motorcycle, but chasing after them would take him away from the real scene of the violence, and the damage has already been done. He takes a quick look at the license plates of the 'cycles in hopes of finding the perps later - for now, though, there's a riot to disperse... and only one cop around to do it. Jaw set in grim determination, Norton strides toward the battle, fists clenched at his sides. He's not even bothering with the badge this time around - he knows that there's only one language these punks are speaking now. Fortunately for him, he's fluent.

Someone in the crowd starts chucking bricks at the Facade right about the time Attrition and Pietro exit, several of the missiles come /very/ close to both of them, then several more, in a more deliberate fashion. Someone's decided to aim at the nice, convenient targets pouring out of the Facade.

And other buildings aren't spared either. The place across the street has already lost a door and people have taken private fighting inside. Someone screams in the crowd; a cry of absolute anguish in that blood curdling 'I've just been screwed up really bad' kind of way.

From somewhere in his head, Pietro's command catches Adam's attention and he turns, surprised to see the other teen standing at the doorway. "Pietro?" He questions, but it's all he'll have time for before the violence descends upon them, in the form of bricks. He steps aside, turning sidelong and throwing an arm up in defense as he spits a curse. One of the bricks clips his shoulder, causing a deeper growl to rumble in his throat.

Attrition gives Piet a small nod. "You do the same...damm, these pajeros su.." but he is cut off as he is just barely missed by a brick "A LA CONCHA!" he shouts angrily before he looks over to the crowd and he looks over to see the guy chucking bricks, narrowing his eyes he ducks down, begining to work his way through the crowd towards him, hoping to get a little closer before taking down. He dosn't want to be the first to start flinging around powers after all.

Now things are getting a little too out of hand. Still backing away from the crowd and holding his bag, Wade simply watches as the bricks start to fly at the nearby club and the whole block is starting to get trashed. Well, if the cops weren't going to come, someone needed to step in with some authority, right? Or maybe not... He turns on his heels and quickly dashes off down the block, looking for a place to possibly - hide? Maybe an alley or behind a large dumpster would do?

The sound of his name shakes Pietro out of The Zone for a second; he blinks and gives a sweeping look about in search of whoever seems to have recognized him. By the time he spots Adam he realizes there are more immediate matters to attend to. With everything going on around him he /just/ manages to notice the bricks before they smash against the pavement. "/Shit!/" Instinct and training take over what degree of caution might still have been lingering and he practically leaps backward to put some more distance between himself and the first missiles, heedless of who he might be bumping into. He's all set to find whoever's responsible for the Brick Storm but as Attrition is already all over that particular task he settles on staying put, roughly speaking; his speed begins to take over as he splits his attention between dodging the bricks still being chucked and keeping an eye out for anything -- or anyone -- else that might present an immediate threat.

The brick thrower doesn't seem to notice that he's a marked man. He just keeps tossing bricks, cackling when he nails someone hard enough to knock them off their feet. "Take that, human scum!" He bellows, then chucks another brick. A little ways away, someone else has decided to use the inevitable broken glass that a riot creates as deadly Frisbees.

Norton enters the fray with surprisingly little fanfare. No shouting, no fierce words - for now, he's utterly silent. His actions, however, speak volumes. As much as it is possible in the bedlam, Norton targets the nearest troublemaker he can find - the most aggressive, crowd-egging person within arm's length - and immediately moves to grab him by the collar of his shirt and throw him face-first into the pavement. Norton is carefully keeping his strength in check - although (assuming he is successful in grabbing) he could he easily split the man's head open on the pavement, he throws with just enough force to pretty much ensure unconsciousness.

And Attrition is saved that honor by the tensing of Adam's body which is followed by a primal sound of both pain and ferocity. The boy that was there shifts, his mass doubling and then tripling until he is fully replaced by the form of a large grizzly bear, brown fur bristled and blue eyes cold with fury. The animal instantly lets forth a roar of rage that echoes down the street. It's a call that says one thing, easily translated to any language--Back the f- off!

"Humanity needs to be elevated!" Someone shouts in the crowd as he slams someone's face into a wall. "Fucking bastards! You've marked us all for extinction with your bile!" Another man turns his attention toward the Facade and he and three of his buddies start in that direction to take the fight to those who might just want to watch.

Chaos up the street has driven onlookers away, save one, a purple haired 18 year old pushes through the crowd. Betsy pops out of the crowd and facing the riot. Perhaps in front of the wandering trouble makers. "What the fuck is going on here, bloody chaos..." She narrows her eyes as she looks around.

Moments pass before the scarred human even thinks of re-emerging from where he was previously just hiding. His bag is kicked next to a nearby garbage can and he then ruches to make his way back to the fight. Batman, ear your heart out! Wade re-appears as Deadpool, human vigilante. The costume, red spandex with black accents along the shoulders and sides of the torso, covers his entire body, with a mask that covers all but his eyes, which are circled by black rings. Along his waist is a dark utility belt of sorts. There are two gun holsters along each hip, but only one contains a weapon at the moment, and there are a few pouches along his belt of varying sizes. "Woah-oh, partying without Moi?! I'm hurt!" He doesn't pull out any weapons yet, but he does end up seeing Adam shift into a bear, which causes the masked man to stop immediately in his tracks. "Mutants!" Wait, but the humans are the enemy here...

Attrition gives a small growl as he sneaks up on the guy through the crowd and then...a bear roar? "Shit...Emma get the fuck out of here." he mumbles, not sure if the girl is here but he knows this ain't exactly the Russian circus and bears aren't a native species. He glances up to the man throwing bricks and growls, ok that cost him his temper, he charges at the man a hazy ray shooting from his hand towards the mans legs as he does so, making it so if he impacts it will be like pushing blocks of ice on tile. "FUCKING BASTARD" his other hand moving to do his best to disarm that brick.

No matter what is coming Pietro's way, Adam's sudden transformation drowns out all else -- at least for a the full second or two after the primal roar in which the young man simply... stares, slightly slack-jawed. If it weren't for his accelerated mental processes it might've taken a bit longer for what he's just seen to sink in but as it is he mutters something in a language that's definitely not English as he puts two and two together. Aaand he zips a healthy couple feet back just in case the bear likes the taste of wiry little punks.

Norton wades into the crowd, dispersing its center as best he can. Although targeting the rabble-rousers (as far as he can tell) most specifically, anyone who gets in Norton's way is fair game for some non-lethal law enforcement. Fortunately for Norton, most people aren't used to trying to put up a fight against someone -several times- stronger than they are, and the less prepared are likely to get easily knocked to the ground by broad swipes of Norton's arm, wind knocked out of them. He doesn't charge through the crowd, but instead drifts through it, like a glacier - large, slow, but unstoppable. Well, almost unstoppable - the bear DOES get a puzzled look out of him, as does the... guy in a costume? "...the FUCK is going ON?!"

If Adam's intent was to get attention ... he succeeded. There's an instant's abrupt silence in his general vicinity as people stare in openmouthed shock, then the noise level doubles from its previous decibels as people start screaming and trying to get the /hell/ away from the wild animal lose in their midst. One Neanderthal, though, decides that he wants to go bear hunting. Built like a linebacker and armed with a sturdy aluminum bat (and rather lacking in the smarts department) he makes for the hulking bear.

The brick thrower, unaware of Attrition until the last second, goes down in an undignified heap, cursing like a sailor. He clings to the brick in hand instinctively, trying to use it as a cudgel to subdue Attrition.

"It's a fuckin' Bear!" Someone screams. "Someone get a gun! It's a God damn bear!" Someone else shouts "That's one of the fuckin' wildlife shit birds that ate Vincent and Tommy! Mother fucker! GET THE BEAR!!!" And several people turn toward the bear, and those that don't get attacked by this distraction seems to get ready to do -something- about the bear.

Deadpool steadies his gun on what his instinct (and how wrong it is) is telling him - the bear. "Hunting season just opened, bucko!" Something snaps in the back of his mind though. "Waaaait a minute... What if that's a bear that can change into a human?" Is he talking to someone in particular or himself? "What if /I/ can do that too?! Ohhh animal spirits..." Now isn't the time for foolishness. The gun is suddenly lowered and the costumed freak tenses his body, as though trying to concentrate really hard on something and make something happen. "I know I can... I know I can..." Whatever he's trying to do doesn't appear to be working but a noise does sound from the man, from behind him. If he wasn't wearing that mask, others would see he's blushing right now. "Okaaay, that ain't gonna work... Good one though!" The gun is then lifted again and aimed at that bear.

The bear's eyes scan the people around and his human side is glad to see the effect working...that is, people leaving. If there can't be crowd control, he can at least help to disperse it. His gaze fixes on the first of the 'heroes' and the great bear drops to all fours, charging at the linebacker with a bat, his own jaws parted to reveal the teeth that could tear easily through human flesh. He'll halt just before actually slamming into his though; a common instinctual scare tactic.

And the human tazer joins the fray. At the calls of Ursacide, Betsy leaps into the group of rebel rousers. Violet blades spring to life and she bounces her way to the nearest punk. The girl attempts to tackle the hooligan. No cool saying, she'll probably think of the cool sayings on the way home, and be kicking herself about it.

Attrition gives a grunt as he is hit hard on the shoulder by the brick, THAT was going to bruise....he shifts the light to the mans hand now...the brick suddenly feels like a large heavy wet bar of soap which anyone who has tried to use one as a cudgel will find it is not easy as he throws a hard punch at the mans face. "What’s the mater pendeho! I thought you were fighting humans." he says angrily, keeping the light on the man's hand till the second he looses grip on that brick. Damn, he is going to have some choice words with Emma about her choice in bodyguards if any of them survived this.

Felix pages: ok ... given my hooligan just got zapped by a /visible/ mutant ability, and they're grumpy about humans ... how should he react? Scared? Awed? What?

Whatever the proclivities of the teen-turned-bear, Pietro can see trouble coming clearly enough as the crowd starts to call for blood of the ursine variety. After all, he's still in the vicinity. And should any bear-hunters decide he's a good enough substitute for now they'll see he's all too willing to hold his own; he's not being particularly shy about speaking with is fists now, each jab and hook slightly blurred as he lets his control slip a bit.

The trigger is pulled on his handgun (the one fashioned with a painted smiley face on the side of the barrel) and Deadpool is damned sure he'll hit his target, but misses terribly as the animal returns to all fours, leaving the bullet to hit another rioter instead. "Oops?" The gun is then slowly slipped back into it's holster as attention is suddenly turned towards him by those in his immediate area, seeing that the shot came from the one in red. "Accident, I swear!"

While the bear frightens off the majority of the rioters, those still committed to rioting are seeing their numbers thinned by the overlarge man in the trench coat. Well, they're still THERE, it's just hard to riot when you're on the ground and doubled over in pain. However, with the primary threat of the rioters seeming to have died down somewhat... now Norton has to face the fact that there's a BEAR. And muties, to boot - he didn't miss the girl with the purple blades, either. "Fuckin' great..." He starts making his way over to Adam and Betsy... when the gun goes off, however, Norton rounds on Deadpool, glaring fiercely and reaching into his own trench coat, not drawing anything out just yet, as he tries to size up where the costumed crazy was firing, and if he's the bigger threat or the bear.

Brick-thrower cusses even more inventively as he loses his grip on the brick, bringing one arm up to protect his face. Loss of the brick, though, doesn't stop him from fighting, and he resorts to his fists. "Fucking goddamned freak! What the fuck are you? Think you can pull that fancy shit on me? I'll kill you!"

Neanderthal, sadly, doesn't do more than take a step back away from the charging bear, and that to put more oomph behind the bat as he brings it around with every intent of knocking Adam's brains clear of his skull. Yes, he's afraid of those teeth. He's not THAT dense. But the best way to get rid of the fear is to get rid of the teeth, right?

Attrition gives a small laugh and he suddenly begins glowing the same color, this time his friction increases and he reaches out to grab the mans face with one of his hands now and to grab the brick with the other. Even if his hand is batted away any contact will hurt both of them and he is wearing thick clothing. Plus if he grabs that brick it will be neigh impossible to take it off him. "Now you are going to tell me, who paid you to do this.. or I am going to hurt you. If you talk now I stand up and walk away." Sure its not the best place to ask questions but he has decided to take brick thrower along with them as soon as he can knock the guy out.

But the bear's teeth are too soon out of reach when Adam rears up again. The bat hits against his body but Adam was set to counter that hit with one of his own. One mighty paw lifts and slams again Neanderthal and while Adam makes the conscious effort not to use claw, he does aim for the man's head, quite satisfied to knock him senseless.

Rioters, a bear and now gunshots. If fists could get whiplash, Pietro's would have it right now. He pulls back on a right hook he'd been aiming for a rioter's jaw and -- literally in the blink of an eye -- he drops into a crouch so low that he's practically on the ground, straightening up again a second or three later when he realizes the coast seems clear. From bullets, anyway. Fists balled at his sides and eyes narrowed, he re-assesses his surroundings.

The little purple haired girl takes her target down and those around are stunned by the violence in her. Someone calls her something 'rude' and decides to throw a kick; one of those high ones that he saw in a Chuck Norris movie once. It's clumsy and pathetic but it has the potential to hurt if it's about to hit.

Another couple guys have gone to the second floor of the building on the other side of the street from the Facade. They lean out and they start taking wild shots out at people. Someone takes one to the back. Another to the shoulder. Sirens sound in the distance but it'll be a while before the cops will show up.

Neanderthal goes down with nary a whimper, bat clattering on the ground. Brick-thrower glares at Attrition like his gaze alone can kill him, and spits on Attrition. "Fuck you."

The glaring figure in the trench coat isn't seen at the moment. Deadpool is busy trying to defend himself by the sudden turn of rioters onto him, at least a few of them. He attempts to duck and sway out of the way of their punches, yet still catches a few to the torso and face before he can deliver his own swings, which at least have some discipline behind them. Once the other shots start firing, his battle instincts take over, causing the costumed vigilante to duck for cover. "Hey, I'm the only one allowed with a gun!" Somewhere near him, someone takes one of the hits and the man sees this. The bear and mutants are the farthest thing from his attention right now, but those rioters on the second story of that building are... The gun is retrieved from it's holster once more and the man takes careful aim - until someone slugs him in the back of the head pretty damned hard, causing him to fall to his knees and lose his grip on the weapon.

Betsy isn't new to this kind of fighting. Hell, she's more at home in a brawl than anything formalized. The girl meets the mans foot with a kinetic powered punch. One that, if it strikes, would take him out of any sport for a long while. She is focused on the group around her, she doesn’t notice Norton's brief attention, or the pervious gun shop, or the bear any more. her pulse thunders in her ears.

Norton scowls when more gunfire rings out, and he reacts like any cop would - his own gun comes out, he finds whatever cover he can - hopefully in the melee there's a park bench or something he can use - and he starts to return fire. He doesn't dare take his attention completely off the bear and the rest of the panic, but right now, the guns are his top priority. And the people in firing from the windows are suddenly finding that their fire is being returned. Not in frantic, magazine-emptying rounds, but in carefully-judged shots of opportunity, taken only the shooters have left themselves momentarily exposed. As such, despite being such a large target, Norton isn't exactly easy to return fire at.

Attrition is drooling blood by now from the various hits that brick-boy gave him but he has taken hits before and plus...rum. Sure it makes you bleed more but that little bit of numbness is what he needs.. with a small grunt, his arms already starting to sting a bit he envelopes the man in the glow as well and with his feet PUUSHES forward just a smidge, the result of the man's back on the pavement even for such a small amount enough to put holes in his clothing and a good deal of pain into him. "HERMANO! HELP!" he calls out as he turns off his glow, trying to take a swing with the brick but in trying to make sure it wasn't fatal missing. He is trying to get information from the man not kill him. "I swear to God" he hisses. "They will not find more then a smear of you if you don't start talking."

Betsy smacks the guy's foot and he screams like a woman, falling on the ground to be trampled by other people moving to attack her. One guy throws himself through the air to tackle her, screaming 'Whore!!'.

Other people seem to fall back from the bear and they start to practically mosh around, throw blows and kicks and trampling anyone that falls. They seem to have lost some focus. It's turning into Mardis Gras gone wild and some of the battles are the world's most one sided fist fights.

Adam drops back to all fours, pain shooting in spikes through his mid section where he took the hit by the bat. He growls at both that and the gunfire raining down. He is a large target, but if he shifted down now he'd be a lot worse off. So the bear continues to try just herd more people out of the immediate area, roaring and snarling just to keep them moving and hopefully continuing to clear the street.

More shots. /Not/ good, to say the least. And though Pietro /might/ stand a chance of playing 'dodge-the-bullet' for a while he has friends here that probably wouldn't have as much luck with that. With an upper-cut to the gut of a nearby rioter he takes off, weaving his way through the crowd as best he can with the intention of getting to the building across the way. Though he's not moving at top speed, he's definitely barreling through at a notable clip. Of course, that plan of his gets derailed when he hears Attrition's voice. Veering sharply toward the cry, he starts scanning the crowd for his comrade, elbowing, punching and shoving away anyone that he has to in order to get through.

"Oww.. Hey! That's my hand... Fuckin' - gah, my leg!" Is all that Deadpool can spit out as he does something that can't be on the top of his smartest moves list, crawling around on hands and knees to get to his gun, which is kicked to the side by someone in the middle of a brawl. "Oh, come on!" Maybe he can do without it? He checks his belt. The other gun is missing, his handcuffs are probably still chained to his bed, but, aha, he still has his pepper spray! Not as good as a gun, but the abuse on his fingers is really starting to hurt. Goodbye hand modeling career. Making his way to his feet, the spray is removed from a pouch and then shaken before he unleashes it on an unsuspecting rioter before him. "Feel the burn! Or else I'm sticking a habanera pepper up your ass!" He'll get to his gun one way or another, by making a line with fire filled eyes if necessary.

Bricky isn't giving. Hissing in pain and cussing with every other breath, he writhes under Attrition, trying to evade that brick and find a way to kick Attrition's ass. He isn't very successful at either attempt. The brick clips the side of his head, making the world spin out of focus for a few seconds, and he slows down a bit in his attempts to get free. Still, he isn't talking. At least, not to say anything Attrition /wants/ to hear. He's contenting himself with cursing Attritions' family tree back to the first generation, and calling Attrition's mothers' choice of bedmates into question.

Between the gunfire and the fact that Neanderthal is knocked out on the ground, none of the more determined rioters are too keen on tangling with the bear bare-handed. That doesn't stop them from throwing things at the bear ... bricks, broken glass, whatever throwable objects come to hand.

Betsy is tackled and rolls with her assailant. Clothing tears a bit and she angles her fists to guide her blades into his ribs. She hops to come out on top of this, literally. Her cheek has been scraped in the melee, blood trickles a bit.

Attrition grunts as he tries to keep the man pinned san's powers. "My mother was a fuckin saint." he mutters as he drops the brick and tries this time with his fist again. "HERMANO!" he calls out distractedly, the small moment of focus almost giving him the chance to escape before Attrition begins to glow again...his power making sure each writhe the man gives hurts both of then... then again his clothing is thicker so he feels it lest but his jacket at least is getting torn up fast.

"What the hell?" The guy screams as Betsy does that cute roll thing. with her on top, he tries to struggle a bit but doesn't have the leverage. Someone kicks him in the head as they run by and he cries out, spitting a couple teeth on the asphalt.

"Look at all the cute muties!" This is shouted over a bull horn from a roof nearby. The guy using it stands on the edge, looking down. "Continue the violence! Don't stop til you can't fight any more! Kill that bear! Kill that long haired freak with the hatchet! Kill each other! GO GO GO!" He seems intent on doing his best to verbally push the violence to the next level and on some of the people, it works. Some of them frenzy like a crazed zombie in an action movie.

It doesn't take long before Pietro runs across his teammate. "You-okay?" But it's fairly apparent that Attrition is less than great at the moment and he turns his attention to Brick-thrower. "You-just-fucked-with-the-wrong-guy, man," he growls. Then again, it seems the man probably already knows that, given that he's on the ground and has just been grazed by his one of own bricks. To Attrition: "Why're-you-wastin'-your-time-on-this-guy? Lemme-get-him-outta-the-fuckin'-way, already..." Of course, he might not realize that there's more going on here than 'beat the crap out of Bricky' so his methods might not be ideal for getting information out of him.

Betsy looks up at the man with the megaphone, she focuses on him, "Say, I'm a bloody wanker who likes little boys in school girl outfits." she tries her purple headed mind trick. This thing fails her constantly, I mean really, its near useless at the school... bloody mutants.

Norton has been trying to do this by the book. He's tried to keep a low profile. He's honestly even tried to keep too many people from getting hurt. But even on the best of days, Norton has a bit of a temper. And TODAY, he is trying to hold a one-on-many firefight while ALSO keeping an eye on a riot that he had JUST been busy trying to disperse. Thus, while it wouldn't be fair to say Norton loses control... well, he gets angry enough at the continuing chaos to switch to less conventional methods. "...FINE. FUCK YOU." He holsters his gun and grabs the bench he's been using as cover with both hands... and breaks it in half. One half in each hand. And with a grunt of effort, he hurls one half of the bench directly at - and THROUGH - one of the windows containing gunmen, the heavy wooden bench sailing through the air and resounding with a loud KEEERUNCH as it collides with the window. That gunman is almost certainly going to need hospital care. He hefts the other, at first aiming for another gunman, but then having his attention drawn by the bullhorn... that momentary lapse in focus is costly, however - he takes a bullet to the back of his left shoulder, grunts, and sinks to one knee, bench falling to the side. "ARGH...!!"

Throwing things at wild animals is very bad for one's health. Adam's tolerance is reaching it's threshold. He's now got a large scrape along the side of his face, fur matting with blood. He swipes out with a paw, dragging down one of the rioters as they pass and he draws him toward himself. He needs some freakin' satisfaction, like to see the fear in someone's eyes and drinking in that scent. So now he's got a little toy...let's see if he can make it squeak.

Bricky is /not/ giving up. When there's a break in the power field, he jerks, getting partway out from under Attrition before Attrition turns the juice back on. The smack to the head earlier keeps him from moving fast enough to make it all the way free, though, and he continues to batter at Attrition, hissing and groaning in pain as he does. Pietro and his slightly-too-fast speech don't even register.

Adam gets the satisfaction he's looking for. The unfortunate rioter he nabbed squeals like a pre-pubescent girl and thumps (rather ineffectually) at the nearest part of bear he can reach before going still. If you hold still, you won't get mauled ... right?

Hatchet guy buries both blades in the back of a woman, dropping her to the ground. Once she's there, he starts to go -nuts- like he's playing drums on her spine. Two other people move up and start kicking at her and this earns them a bit of flailing hatchets.

An especially big guy steps up to Betsy. "Get up ya purple haired freak bitch," He motions with a hand all Bruce Lee style. "I'll jack your cheap chimp ass."

Attrition turns off his glow and looks up. "Somebody..." ouch.. "Somebody..." more blood "Mierda... just help me knock him out and get him home, he knows shit. And lets get out of here fast." he says gasping in his own pain. "He was paid to start this riot."

While the chaos ensues, Deadpool continues his assault on the eyes of nearby rioters, all while continuing to chase his gun from being kicked in one direction to another. Finally, it lands somewhere within a good reach and he pushes people out of his way, more like plowing through them, until he can get the weapon. "Oh my sweet..." He's about to kiss the side of the barrel when the bullhorn catches his attention, causing an eyebrow underneath that mask of his. "Ah, bigwigs..." This time, he's smart and follows in Norton's footsteps, finding some sort of cover before attempting to take fire on the man inciting more insanity. But, Wade's already lost any sense of control and is quickly emptying out the clip to his handgun without even thinking of prepping a bit for a shot. Hopefully one hits before he needs to reload.

"And-who-the-/fuck/-is-that?" Pietro spares a glance toward the bull-horn wielding guy up above, eyes narrowed. "I-don't-like-the-feelin'-I'm-being-played..." As he's turning back to respond to Attrition, however, he finds himself face to face with one of the crazed rioters. Even as he's moving away and taking an instinctive swing that, if it connects, will probably break the guy's jaw (or else do similar, serious damage) something hard hits him from behind, somewhere between the neck and shoulder. There's a cry of surprise and he droops slightly under the force of impact. "Just-a-sec, man. I'm-a-little-fuckin'-- Argh! -- busy-right-now..."

The bladed girl stands and turns to the large man, she narrows her eyes, focusing at his brain, "No, you will /SIT DOWN/" She points at the pavement at their feet. Those violet eyes watch him intently. Betsy remains where she is for the moment.

Icy blue eyes stare down at the still figure beneath the bear's claws. Adam growls, but steps past him, leaving the pansy to his pissed pants. There's more work to do. He stalks onward, heading toward Betsy whom he finally spotted and hopes to goodness she recognizes him.

Ohh, distraction. Bricky gives a massive heave, yowling in pain as he does, trying to unseat Attrition. No way is he gonna let this guy work him over. Nu UH. Whoever the hell the skinny punk with the fast mouth is, he's obviously a friend of light-punk. Gotta get out of here. Weapon. Need a weapon. Brick! Bricky's hand finds one of the bricks scattered around where he'd been knocked to the ground and he heaves it at Attrition.

...And then Norton stands up. Fortunately for him, he had the foresight to wear Kevlar underneath his civvies today, and hopefully before his would-be killer can aim for someplace unprotected, Norton rather perfunctorily draws his gun, fires once in the direction the bullet came from, and re-holsters it. No more shots come from that direction. Unfortunately for Adam, however, Norton did not miss the bear's latest antics - as far as the cop can see, the bear just killed or almost killed someone, and is now sneaking up on the mutant girl with the blades. "BEHIND YOU, MUTIE!" He then grabs a nearby trash can with both hands - wincing as the shot shoulder goes up, Kevlar isn't exactly the same as invincibility - and he flings it at the bear. Again, it hurtles through the air with inhuman force.

The guy that Betsy commands reaches up and pushes a palm at his head. He stumbles backwards and before he can recover, someone clocks him with a baseball bat as they run by. He cries out, eyes going wide before he hits the ground with a bloody mess of hair making up the back of his skull. The baseball wielding maniac is now going to swing in Betsy's general direction but the guy is literally crazed and the swing is just as insane as his eyes make him out to be.

Pietro send his elbow rocketing back toward the ribs of the man behind him, seeking to bruise, break -- whatever he has to do. Though, yes, a 'snap' would probably be satisfying right about now. And if there's an opportunity, he'll try to deliver a kick to Bricky -- barely tempered, as he doesn't want to kill the guy just yet unless he has to. That's if he has the chance, of course. And he isn't really aiming right now so who knows where it connects, if it does at all.

Attrition takes that brick hard in the stomach as he tries to stand up and gives another OOOFF! eyes widening before with a cry of obvious pain he makes a sweeping gesture, sending some frictionless light in a semi-circle, enough send a noticeable swatch of rioters slipping and falling before he staggers to his feet, blood drenched, clothing torn, and the observant might notice some smoke near his arms, not much but enough to show that his power is starting to catch up with him.

Betsy's eyes go wide at the blood and her street instinct takes her away from the bat as it swings by. And as she follows her instincts, mutant powers be damned, the batboy's crotch is the target of one well aimed gogo boot. luckily Norton's trashcan arches over her.

The gunmen in the window have stopped firing; especially the ones that Norton attacked. The parts of the crowd that have been pepper sprayed have well... freaked out. And then there's the people that were going nuts with the murder and mayhem as they start to realize what's happening, they try to disperse but not all of them have come to their senses and turning to run is an invitation for a further ass kicking. The sirens are much closer now. The guy on the building begins praising the crowd. "Sacrifices to the cause! You will all remember this night!" And with that, he darts along the roof out of sight.

As far as Betsy's attack is concerned, the boot lands with a satisfying crunch and as though she just pulled the plug on a bathtub, the guy's strength drains and the ball falls to the ground. He lets out a scratchy throated high pitched whine and hits the ground -hard-.

Deadpool's record for the moment is zero for - a lot. He almost empties his gun of the remaining bullets within his clip before he hears Norton's shouts to the mutant girl, whoever and wherever she was. "Where?!" He shouts as well, to no one in particular. That trigger finger is still going and as his attention turns, as does the gun, firing a few rounds into the crowd again, clipping a few runners as they try to get away. Oops? "Hey, I shot something!" The masked man cheers. And then the cheers cause him to do a shuffle of sorts, while still crouched and on guard, "bloody bloody killing time, woot!"

The garbage can slams into Adam's hip, knocking him to the side and into other rioters, inconsequentially knocking someone else pretty hard into the ground. He roars again as he struggles to get back to his feet, but stays in a bit of a crouch for a few moments. Ohhh, that is soo going to hurt when he shifts back again.

Hah! Free! Bricky scrambles away from the freaks, not even bothering to get to his feet in his haste, which is fortunate, or he'd’ve got hit by that blast. He tries his best to disappear into the crowd. Once a bit away from the freaks, he chucks the brick at them, not quite able to resist giving them a memento. Hopefully, it'll hit one of the two of them

A bullet hitting the batman's bat and sending it spinning away plus the increasing siren sound are Betsy's cue to get the hell out of dodge.. or the English variant... Liverpool, or something. She turns and for the second time spotting Adam, "Boy, get the fuck out of here!" She calls to him, and then she begins to weave through the crowd for the nearest escape route, alley, subway station...

Norton seems satisfied with the bear's apparently slowed assault, and now rounds on the next major threat - the crazy costumed man with the gun. Having run out of hurl-able objects in the immediate vicinity, Norton draws his own gun and points it at Deadpool. "Drop the weapon, psycho." Norton is breathing heavily, still doing his best to shut out the burning pain of the earlier gunshot, but his bead on Deadpool is pretty solid...

"Not... Fucking... /smart/," Pietro growls as he spins around to face the crazed attacker, clocking him upside the head with enough force to send any normal person straight to the ground. "Yo--" He cuts short, though, as the final brick leaves him a souvenir... right under his collarbone. That's enough to not only halt the attack but throw the teen off balance -- toward the pavement, but away from the crazy. That's good, at least. Then again, /everyone/ seems to be crazy here.

Woah, hey now, what is this? Deadpool turns to face Norton, seeing the gun pointed straight at him. He also hears the approaching sirens, which aren't a good sign either. "Hellllloooo," he offers the man with a tilt of his head, not showing any fear. "No need for thanks, Sir. This is all in a day's work to help keep peace on the streets." He must have conned that out of an old school comic book. Luckily for Norton, the gun isn't pointed towards him, and even if it was, the chances of it hitting him are next to non existent with the way that he is shooting tonight.

Adam looks toward Betsy watching her make her escape before he turns and begins to lumber, with a limp as his injuries really begin to settle in, back the other direction, where his car is. He's not going to shift until he's close enough to get in it.

Attrition gives a small grunt. "Dammit...well, he won't be hard to find later on." he says as he offers his gloved hand to Pietro. "Lets get the fuck out of here... police are everywhere and I don't photograph well." He says looking around for an exit, throwing a few punches as needed when. "There" he says as he takes off towards an ally, every one in a while a scream of pain and glowing light comes from him, allowing him to knock whoever is in his way on their ass. His path a nice middle between Betsy and the Bear and the dueling NRA fiends, hopefully Peitro can follow.

Well, Norton told the man to put down the weapon, and he didn't. In Norton's book - which right now is a very ragged, very -angry- book - that's Resisting Arrest. Never mind that he's not in uniform and hasn't identified himself as a policeman yet, the cop's not thinking that clearly at the moment. Norton doesn't even comment on the man's latest non-sequitor - he aims for the shoulder/arm of the limb holding the gun and fires, all professionalism.

Pietro lands hard, grunting as he can practically feel the new bruises blossoming up. Almost as soon as he's down, though, he's pushing himself back up; Attrition's hand gets a look but the help is eventually taken. "Yeah, the /last/ thing I need to worry about now is cops..." Though he's keeping up easily enough as his teammate blazes a path (hopefully toward safety), he can't quite hide the fact that he's gritting his teeth against the pain that stabs through his chest whenever he's unfortunate enough to move anything connected to his clavicle.

That bullet hits straight on with Wade's arm, causing him to drop his gun. The pain sears red hot and it causes those synapses within his brain to trigger correctly for once, snapping the man back into reality. He has a gun pointed at him, was just involved in a riot, and is damned lucky that this was his only wound so far. The man doesn't even bother attempting to justify his actions - maybe if he was a mutant or had some sort of powers, he'd handle this better. Instead, that costumed crusader shields his wound and takes to running off in the direction where he dropped his duffel bag and to try and get away from Norton - that evil, evil man! "Evil, evil man!" He cries out while running away.

As the guy on the roof seems to be gone, people look more and more confused. Less fighting is going on. In fact, people are asking each other if they're okay and helping those that are most definitely -not- okay. This is done as the cops start to pull in on either side of the street.

Adam makes it down the street to where he'd parked. His body shifts back down from bear to boy but not without a ringing, painful cry, his injuries added to the normal level of pain that causes his body. He leans heavily against the door of the vehicle and only the glow of police sirens eggs him into moving again so that he can actually get into it.

Attrition continues his running, sleeves soaked with blood, shirt ruined, damn this just isn't a good day for him. He finally gets past the crowd, running into an alleyway, long, dark and with plenty of little bits of street access...looking back to Pietro as he moves to jump a fence to another side, climbing it with a gasp of pain for each moment. Hopefully the police won't come down here yet, because he would really hate to jump into a sewer or someone’s house with second degree burns.

And Betsy is gone, her street life creeping back into her, she knows where to go, how to flee.

Norton joins up with his fellow boys in blue once they filter in. Needless to say, he's furious; he's already stripping off his outerwear, revealing both a badge and the (now slightly used) Kevlar. "About FUCKING time you assholes showed up!" And Norton goes into a long, obscenity-laced tirade that is half explanation of what has happened and half... well, Norton-style antagonism.

"Woah-shit." Perhaps subconsciously, Pietro speeds up as the police pull in. He disappears into the alleyway, scrambling up and over the fence right along with Attrition -- of course, that last bit evokes a deep growl of pain but he pushes himself to go on. "Come-on, come-/on/," he hisses impatiently, keeping one eye out for pursuing cops and the other on his teammate.

Attrition takes off running, looking around the lip of the ally before running out onto the sidewalk and to a payphone… dialing the number for some transport before he keeps moving. No need to get caught!