Not good but gets by with a little help from a friend

(Blackfires’ POV)

“Crap, how the hell did this happen?” Blackfire thinks as she desperately struggles to free herself from the growing mountain of Billy clones pilling up on top of her. “Things started off so well. If I hadn’t let myself get distracted….”

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------(Flashback 15 minuets ago)

“Good”, I think, “Lancer seems to have caught on” as I watches him slip into the room unnoticed while the H.I.V.E. losers were all preoccupied wondering what I was doing here. “Xahil’a he’s even hot when he’s trying to be sneaky” the thought makes me smirk. “I can’t believe I’m thinking that about a human.”

Truth be told Blackfire had always considered the human race weak. Even the ones they called Meta-humans hardly seemed worthwhile. When it came to sheer strength most of them were barely a match for the average Tamaranean, let alone a warrior like her. Yet when she had him pinned against the wall back at the tower Lancer had nearly broken free, something she never expected from a human. As he had struggled she had felt his body against hers, and she could feel the tone muscle and raw power he possessed, and his eyes had bore into hers showing no fear just utter confidence and determination. He had reminded her of a Xarthod, a Tamaranean hunting beast whose sleek frame belied its true strength. Hunters of great renown kept them as status symbols back home, but it was said among her people that one never truly tamed a Xarthod, that instead the beasts only hunted alongside those they deemed worthy. And here they were working in concert, almost on instinct or as if they had trained together for years. That alone had been enough to send a shudder through her, combine that with his ability to spare with her verbally and she had been ready to bed him right there. If it hadn’t been for those two other girls back at the tower she might well have done so then.

After that, when they had arrived at the club he had surprised her further with how perceptive he was, it was almost as if he could read her mind. There were few even among her own people who could keep up with her, so what hope did a human have. Yet this one seemed to almost always be one step ahead of her, which only made him seem more attractive. The only thing that she had done that had seemed to even remotely surprise him was when she asked for his help in becoming a Titan, and honestly when she took the time to think about it, even she had a hard time believing it. Then just as it looked like things were about to get interesting these idiots had to go and spoil the moment. “Keila, I wonder what he tastes like.”

I had been so caught up in my own thoughts that I had completely missed the snide remark that Gizmo had slung at me. "Shit, pay attention girl. Don't go acting like Korriand’r just because you've finally met an interesting guy" I chide myself. "Nice to see you too boldly", I deadpan looking at my nails feigning disinterest, "is that any way to greet and old comrade?"

“Stow it ya space skank”, he shoots back, “last time we saw you, you were hightailing it after that Brotherhood cluster fuck. So if ya think you can hone in on our score here you can forget it.”

"Oh no, don't cut me out of such a profitable venture", I taunt my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Why, you might get enough money out of this to buy yourself a year’s supply of head polish, and if you're lucky, you’ll have enough left over to take Mammoth there to the groomers."

"Hey!" Mammoth cries indignantly. "Are you trying to say I stink?"

"Hoss, you smell like a cow pasture in July" one of the Billy's drawls.

"You take that back", Mammoth growls at his teammate.

"Will you two shut up and watch the marks" Gizmo snaps at the two of them.

I chuckled to myself, "talk about your attention deficit disorder." I look and see that Lancer has made his way to the opposite side of the room between the hostages and the nearest exit. He appears to be talking to one of the hostages, our waitress, and a quick stab of jealousy flashes through me. “Bitch better not try anything” I seethe inwardly. There’s something familiar about her but my attention is split between them and Gizmo, as I try to keep up some semblance of conversation so that I don’t tip our hand. Lancer seems to be concentrating on a point just beyond Pseyeman, probably setting up his doppelganger. “These poozers won’t know what hit them”, I think smirking to myself. Just then I notice Lancer frown in the direction of the D.J. booth. The waitress asks him something looking surprised and he just shrugs. I sneak a quick glance in the direction Lancer was looking but my attention is suddenly brought back to where he's standing.

“Hands where I can see ‘em and put the bottle down!” Pseyeman yells at Lancer and the waitress.

"Humph, Serves him right for flirting with that pasty bitch," I think as he nodes at me. "I have half a mind not to save his ass, if it wasn't so hot."

Just then the clubs sound system blares to life causing everybody to look at the control booth. Unfortunately for Pseyeman that distraction causes him to miss Lancers doppelganger grab a chair that it uses to knock him cold. This causes all the H.I.V.E. members to stare at their downed teammate and then back at Lancer, turning their backs to me. "All right that was a pretty impressive trick," I grudgingly admit as Mammoth threatens him. With a single starbolt I send their heavy hitter across the room crashing headfirst into the bar.

Just as I'm busy congratulating myself I'm jumped from behind by a couple of Billy clones. Then, before I can shake them off Gizmo starts harassing me with those stupid drones of his, and to top it all off I had been so busy ogling Lancer on the Titans obstacle course that I hadn't fully charged my powers in the Terrain sun putting my powers at nearly half, making this a much more difficult fight.

(present)

Even after shaking one clone Gizmos drones were enough of a distraction that I was unable to brake free, which gave Billy more time to create enough of the damn things to drag me to my knees with their sheer weight.

"Not so tough now are ya princess?", Gizmo jeers as his pack's legs let him tower over me.

"Eat me you little troll", I shoot back wondering how many starbolts I have left in me.

"You know I just might", the munchkin leers. "Maybe we'll let your little boyfriend watch before Mam crushes his UGH…." Gizmo is suddenly cut off as what looks like a large wooden Frisbee slams into him and drives him into the wall, knocking him out and crushing his backpack.

"….The hell Billy?" one of the clones asks as we all look up just in time to see Lancer take out Mammoth with a couple of pieces of brass rail. "Crap you see that?" one of them asks nervously.

"I sure did", I say smirking, "what's that make it, my boy four H.I.V.E. losers zero?"

"So what does that make you," one of the Billy's drawls grabbing my ass, "his damsel in distress?"

"THAT'S IT!!!" I roar unleashing a massive starbolt sending all the clones flying. "The next one of you primates that so much as touches me…" I seethe panting looking around the room. Just then I catch the last Billy standing trying to sneak up behind me, " Heya.." I turn and unleash a starbolt that sends him flying…flying unfortunately right into Lancer sending both of them crashing right through what appears to be the last intact chair in the place.

"SHIT LANCER!!!" I yell flying over and yanking the **** Billy off of my only friend on the planet at the moment, "Please be ok I'm so sorry I didn't see you behind him." I ramble hopping I haven't messed up and gotten him hurt.