Falchion/Kicks (Both Must Be Available)

Falchion and Kicks rush to the scene, Kicks with the help of her relocation abilities is able to expedite the journey, arriving on scene in less than a minute.

In that short time the situation has devolved, the suspects are visibly intoxicated by an unknown substance and shambling about, speaking in garbled repetitive patterns.

They’re clearly chanting something but neither the surveillance drones nor the heroes on the field can make out what they’re saying.

“Ehr ohn ah… wholy mehission, bruhders ahn shishtrs..!” One of them cries, a bearded man well into his 70s, his body emaciated as his skin sticks tight to his bones.

Each of the members of this group are dressed in what must have been fine clothing once, all of which now ruined by grime, wear and tear.

Dresses and skirts are shredded, shirts are missing more buttons then not and every pair of pants are stained black from the knees downwards.

Everyone’s eyes are half-lidded, men’s faces are adorned by unkempt facial hair while women have smeared makeup across their faces that they haven’t bothered to reapply or remove in it’s entirety.

Falchion squares up as they turn their heads, acknowledging the presence of the pair of heroes but is left confused when they completely ignore them both.

They continue with their tasks, not speeding up, not slowing down, like zombies milling about, spreading trash as several of them break off to journey back to the various trucks presumably to procure more refuse.

Kicks takes the initiative, approaching slowly, getting in the way of a young girl who stops in her tracks when presented with an obstacle but she doesn’t make eye contact with kicks, instead staring through her with vacant eyes.

She leans down a little to get at eye level with her, inspecting her face that’s framed by long matted blonde hair.

With the girl stopped the surveillance drone is able to move in, getting a clear look at her face which is stained with dirt like war paint.

“E… excuse me young lady… do you know where you are…?” She asks, using her most soft and tender voice.

“Erm ohn imborhtehnt misssssun…” her words slurred similarly to the rest, without taking a blood test it will be impossible to know what’s in her system.

“O… ok… well how about coming down to the station with me and my friend here..? Maybe we can help…?”

Upon getting no reply she glances at her partner before gently placing a hand on her shoulder when suddenly the mood of the whole group changes.

Men and women who were before simply tending to their tasks, completely ignoring the pair of capes now suddenly stop in their tracks, dropping whatever they were doing as they turn around, staring at Kicks with a blank look on their face.

Falchion approaches, joining Kicks in the center of the circle as the suspects slowly step around them, boxing them in place as they stare.

The old man from before, jumps up onto the hood of a car, crying out in a howl for all to hear but few to understand.

“Ye sink in duh muck er duh muck sinks in ye! Gut dem nonbeavers! Necra whills hit!” If nothing else, his tone leaves no mystery to the order as they close in slowly, their bodies wobbling on unsteady legs.

“You are under arrest for disrupting the peace, illegal gathering and littering, none of which are serious offenses, come quietly and you will be left unharmed!” Falchion shouts, not in an attempt to settle things peacefully but to check boxes.

The suspects are undeterred, a few of them stumbling out ahead of the pack to strike at the capes, their lack of training and unsteady posture make them easy prey for falchion who either redirects them back into the crowd or tripping them for an easy take down.

Kicks is so focused on those in the crowd that she’s caught off guard when the girl next to her sinks her jagged and yellowed teeth into her forearm, leaving a nasty wound in her flesh.

She pulls back, using her other hand to shove the girl back into the crowd, stopping a pair of the intoxicated attackers briefly.

You reach for your mic, instructing Kicks to focus on the hostages, meanwhile Falchion can focus on protecting himself, if he needs to worry about her as well he’ll get overwhelmed.

Kicks blinks out of the drone feed, upon checking the environment, you can spot her, she appears in one car before disappearing once again with the occupants, repeating the process again and again, slowly clearing the hostages from their vehicles.

When you pan back over to the action, you can spot Falchion, without having to divide his attention between protecting and attacking, he’s able to settle into his element.

The shambling masses surge forward, a few of them trip over causing them to claw on their hands and knees towards the lone cape.

He manages to maintain a distance between his foes, bobbing and weaving effortlessly while slowly redirecting the mob in one directly slowly turning the circle into a wave that must climb over each other in order to reach him.

With this new position he’s able to steadily defeat one target after another, often times by breaking limbs in the process.

Then as the hostages are successfully extracted and only a handful of the strange disheveled suspects remain, once more a switch is flipped.

Without a word, without a ounce of build up they turn tail and start running at a slightly alarming rate given their shambling gait, some even preferring running on all floors, using their knuckles to spring themselves forward down the road. You give the order to give chase after the suspects.

Kicks is several blocks down the road having dropped off the last hostage necessitating her to overexert her translocation just to catch up to Falchion.

The suspects turn a corner at another intersection and when the capes reach it they manage to catch the last member of the strange group climbing down a storm drain and disappearing from sight.

Kicks pokes her head down inside before backing off, looking up at the drone directly. “Boss I can’t see a goddamn thing down there… my power is bust…”

The sewers of the city is labyrinthian to say the least; the city having been destroyed several times over the years, they had to rebuild the servers as well with each new version of the sprawling infrastructure being placed over the last one.

To pull up an up to date map of the city and its many levels of sewers would take too long, especially considering the speed with which those… things ran.

You call back the troops, thankfully they managed to save the hostages and capture most of the disheveled vagabonds for questioning but that bite on Kicks is gonna need seeing to; there’s no telling what those people had.