The formally dressed man would turn his attention away from the creature, then beginning to glance over all heroes in sight. He'd be specifically looking for hints of cold or fire based heroes, glancing over those he thought were of this type a bit longer than others.

Rotten Luck's arrival almost instantly changed the dynamic of the situation. It wasn't because he was undead, or gave the appearance of it, but rather, because his physiology resonated similarly. Well, true, a zombie-man and a reptillian thing were completely different, it was in how their bodies stayed alive that was the important piece. The creature's eyes became fixed on Rotten Luck, unmoving, unblinking. He could feel the occult energies which fed into the undead before him, and, the felt like food. The Void creature was also of arcane origins, but rather than having the ability to recover his magic energy on his own... He fed on it. He was, unfortunately, more like a parasite than someone who could ever call himself a hero. And no amount of mental justification could change his nature.

If he could, he'd be salivating right now. Looking at Rotten Luck was like a putting a Steak dinner in front of a man who hadn't eaten in two days. Sure, any other nearby heroes with arcane abilities would look a little like food, but the nature of how the magics interacted: there was no lost power in converting the magic energies from one school into another. It was a magic of bodily animation transferring straight into another body that needed magic of animation. A small eldritch circle appeared in the creature's palm, and then, in a flash, that palm was out-thrust towards Rotten Luck's chest. The creature aimed to impale with it's clawed fingers, and drive a deep grip into the undead flesh. He wouldn't be able to take much. Not before everyone else reacted and threw him off. But he didn't need much for his head to get back in order.

[font=lucida bright]AIko[/font] had opened up her communications suite, just in case the newcomer communicated with radio, and left them listening even after he began speaking. Tinker Belle drew a scanner and turned it on in a passive mode, as there was no telling what it might be sensitive to. If his neural system was similar enough to humans, she'd find that out, and if he was emitting any radiation, she'd detect that, too.

Marianne relaxed, as attention was drawn away. She took the opportunity to retrieve the briefcase from the rise they'd been sitting on. On the way back something attracted her attention.

There was one fewer children present.

"Would every one please locate their children?" She called out. Making eye contact with each of the twins, she relaxed a bit, but left her hand on the odd pistol still at her hip.

Unfortunately for him, a woman in spotted coat and cloak awaited - or rather, suddendly appeared to - him there.
"Cursed be the distractibility of mere mortals! But all of this will change when the Cephalopod Masters and Mistresses, who have choosen me as their humble Prophetess, will rise from the sea to bring about the Time of Tentacles!"
She started to emit light in mesmerising oscillation, while the alarms went of.

Lady Nova instantly moves to erect a shield over Rotten the second the lizard creature attacks, before spying within the chaos a suit clad man dragging a screaming child away. Not about to let one act of evil cloud another, she races after the kidnapper with a rage unseen before, her eyes blazing tongues of gold.

"HEY! Lay a hand on him, and I will eradicate you!" There is not a hint of false threat in her words.

Marianne touched the woman on her shoulder and let her power work. She Saw the child, a mans hand over his mouth, and the woman in the spotted cloak, and the child being absorbed into the man. Then the noise arose, and she sprinted behind the building, calling out, "Tink! Watch the kids! Shepherd! Think we can use you here!" She drew her weapon. It made an Ominous Hummmmmm as she switched off the safety.

The man had left the scene, but the mother's love provided a link for her Sixsight, and she ran not to where he was, but to where she would find him.

Shepherd aware of what was gong on followed the man's spiritual signature as he caught up with Nova. seeing the child get absorbe through his skin infuriated the Ghostwalker as he teleported behind the building.

"I'm here"

Shepherd then looked at the man as his glowing blue eyes began to glow intensely with the blue heavenly that dwelled with in him. He looke at the man.

"Let the boy go or i'm coming in after him. Your choice>"

Shepherd then phaseshifted to his spiritual form as he now became transluscent.

Marianne smiled. "You picked the wrong party to crash, pilgrim." She dropped the briefcase and holstered the pistol as she grabbed at the man's right wrist with her left hand, seeking to put him in a lock.

As Marianne touched the man, he became somewhat liquid-like, splashing all over Marianne. The man was not even a man, he became a sentient pile of green semi-transparent goo, even his clothes were mimicked. Marianne would feel her skin being eaten away by acid, but everyone including Marianne would see the boy unharmed. Any attempt of escape would be futile, as Marianne would be dragged inwards with super-human strenght.

The goo launched out the boy in front of Lady Novas discs, possibly killing him. After that, the goo took on a human shape, about 3 meters tall. Marianne would still be trapped inside.

"Get the kid I can take care of Mr touchy feely here." Ron looked at the face of his attacker was that puzzlement he saw when the warp beast looked at his own hand. "Okay I give you one brake. What the hell was that felt like I was punched someone with superstrength took about that much energy as well."

Knowing that the child was outside, Marianne aimed the weapon slightly away from her leg and pulled the trigger. A five megajoule bolt of plasma ripped through the ooze down toward the ground.

Tinker Belle noticed more buildings falling. Gaining altitude, she drew her own weapon and again and set it on "PC". She looked for the cause of the destruction, and on spotting Jorortis, launched her own attack, a UV laser ionizing the air to make a path for the devastating bolt of relativistic particles. On "Electrolaser", this would have stunned most people. On "PC", it could take out a main battle tank...

[font=Lucida bright]AIko[/font] gathered as many children towards her as could fit into the maximum 3.5 meter radius of her force shield.

The human-shaped goo would have a part of him evaporized by the plasma, but he then quickly overwhelmed Marianne with the rest of his mass, applying enough force to break each and every bone in the arm she used to fire the weapon. Afterwards the goo spews out the weapon besides him.

The goo would look at the produced pattern, but did not react to it in any way. He then turned to rush towards Shepherd, launching an arm at him from a distance to grab the boy and pull him back inside of the goo.

Marriane at this point would have her skin gone, the acidic ooze starting to slowly eat at her flesh. Meanwhile the goo man reattracts his arm back to himself and approaches the bubble. He forms his hands into two big hammers as he makes his molecules in his hands solidify. He then begins smashing the force field around Shepherd repeatedly with both arms.

"See this is why we can't have nice things. Can't we all just get along..." Shakes his head he takes off running football tackle style to Jorortis "Someone get those cops to disband the event this is becoming a battlefield!"

Shepherd and the boy soon solidify as he teleports the boy to his mother and sends them somewhere safe. He then appears in front of Lady Nova. He looks at Lady Nova as he tries to calm her. He was the only one of the heroes besides Rotten that could take what ever she dished out if she lost control.

"He's not dead. They are not dead. If anyone would have died, I would have felt them pass to the other side. You are putting more lives in danger."

Shepherd looked into her eyes as he spoke.

"If you go supernova and lives are lost you will regret it for the rest of your life and not be able to live with yourself"

Lady Nova's expression crosses to that of anger and confusion, as she implores.

"But what will stop them from causing more chaos?!" Despite this, the temperature around her slightly decreases, though Shepard may not be able to get through to her alone.

Shepherd sighed as he looked at her.

"We will stop them."

Shepherd then turned to Rotten.

"Try to keep her from going Supernova. If I don't get in that crater and do something fast, Whipcrack and those people will die."

The Ghostwalker then teleported into the crater ready to port Whipcrack and civilians out to save them. As Shepherd inside the crater, his glowing blue eyes could be seen through the darkness as if it were some beacon due to how intensely it glowed.

"Shepherd Normally I'm the one that loses it! But I do my best!" He looked up "Nova Three o'clock High!" He looked around trying to spot the telekinetic... damn what was her name... the power drain already affecting his mind. "Shepherd see if ya can find that woman with Kinetic powers she could help clear the rubble."

If no other portals appeared, it looked like Jorortis would hit the ground not far from Nyght. She gripped the rubble, concentrating intensely, hoping to hit him with a life-force drain the instant he was close enough. And if she was really lucky, she could drain a huge burst of life-force from Jorortis, weaken him, perhaps even confuse him - just before he hit the ground. "Oh Fatheh, please, help me aim," she murmured fervently, eyes locked on the plunging villain.

With a loud primal roar, Jorortis slammed into the ground between Ron and lady nova,the first few bursts of his energy were nothing compared to this as the red lightning was splayed out along with the force of him smashing into the ground and the shock wave of his now infinitely powerful crimson energy sent out in all directions,the explosion was likely to burst the eardrums with thunderous sound ,and blinding light that came from this all or nothing attack ,with his mind now weakened from the attack on it he had to rely fully on his cybernetic intelligence ,the gas that was released from the bomb earlier that day was seeping from him open mouth and even his eyes as he was slow back to his feet.

Of the Titan Legacy team Rotten was the meat shield the most. Wasn't really planned Lady Nova had grander defence, just how it played out. What the worst someone could do kill him? Not only that he didn't really have long range attacks except throw stuff and using portals and those cost more magic energy then he care to waste.

That said Rotten's mind was slipping as he charged again for Jorotis with a few jab for the cyborgs chest.

The upper cut sent his body spinning back as Jorortis rolled back of the hard ground, only to find himself being barraged bay the fists of rotten to his large chest ,a few strikes staggering him back a bit ,only for his large hand to wrap around rottens wrist ,his smaller hand opening wide as he blasted him square in the face with his open palm ,then throwing the body as hard as he could into lady nova , think out to the flaming skull having man." Join in if you wish, they have a telekinetic as well."

It seemed Rotten Luck had Given the Reptillian a freebie. He was still confused by all the going ons, but the excitement of battle was all too familiar. Something so primal, that it resonated even in his unfamiliar state. He didn't want a fight at the moment, and at the first chance, planned to get some distance to collect himself. Think properly, stop hyper-ventilating, all that.

Whoops! No time! A large explosion ripped into the ground: Jorortis' Crimson Thunder Punch. (trademarked perhaps?) A crack in the air, and the reptillian was out of harms way, stepping backwards into a portal, and landing on top of a building's outcroppings. Something like what a gargoyle would be nestled on top of. From the new vantage point, he could see the explosion's aftermath. Tiny figures scrambling around, throwing lights at one another. A blue flame whisped into existence on some other structure. Undoubtedly, the figure within the flames noticed the creature as well... But perhaps they were both content to remain temporarily neutral for the time.

An airstrike: possibly military, was incoming. Was... was this building top safe distance? The reptilian sent a long hard look at the thing known as "Faceless" a few blocks away on another structure. He seemed ominous enough to recognize a real threat. If he high-tailed it, then the teleporter would make some distance as well. That was the combat sense returning. But still, how would he explain his outburst earlier. Would he just... Apologize and hope for the best? Or was he going to be labeled a villain on the 6 o'clock news? In any regard, they'd more likely cover the story of the cyborg leveling an entire block than of a dinosaur attacking a single zombie. Still, what would he introduce himself as? His old name carried some bad Karma, if nothing else...

Nyght was knocked from her feet by the concussive force of Jorortis' impact, and sound seemed heavily muffled now. However, feeling a rush of power from her drain of Jorortis' life force, Nyght scrambled back up and released some of the energy in Nova's direction, hoping the gift of life-force washing over Nova might help heal her somewhat from Jorortis' latest attack.

Encouraged by the success of this, Nyght concentrated again, pupils dilating as she sought to hungrily drain more energy from Jorortis.

He was too fast, this villain, and escaped before Nyght could drain him again. "Ah don't seem to be helpin' heah!!" she shouted to Nova, unsure if she could be heard any better than she herself could hear. Nyght pulled herself to her feet and looked around to see where-else her rather limited abilities might be of any use.

Shepherd saw the bomb descending in a fast rate. He had to think fast That was when he teleported to the bomb as he prepared to summon his shield he realised he was falling as the bomb wasn't really there for him to teleport on to begin with.

"Oh dip!"

Was all he could say as he saw himself falling at an excelerated rate and teleported again before he reached the ground

Shepherd realized something was up when he couldn't feel the bomb and fell right through it instead of ending up on top of it when he teleported. If it were real he would have been able land on it when he did but the smoke seemed real enough to anyone that wasn't near the bomb like he was.

Jorortis grabbed onto his metallic wrist and aimed his open palm at Shepard , charging the same blasts as before , blasting a super heated beam towards him from atop the roof the beam was about 3 feet wide ,and coming out at blinding speed , and like a surgeon he was precisely aiming right under his pectoral muscles.

This just wasn't his day. he got burned by the cyborg, blasted with Lady Nova's discs almost had the rubble in the crater fall on top of him as he failed in finding Whipcrack and the people with him falling right through a phased bomb or illusion of a bomb. Shepherd began to feel like a failure a the frustration started getting to him.

At this point, it was obvious to not trust one's senses when dealing with an illusionist. Instead, the glance went back to where the two villains had been latched on to the other building. "I think you misunderstand--" Began the scaled super. "The smoke works. That's great. The impractical part was the jet, and the bomb." It was somewhat true in a sense. The heroes hadn't done anything risky enough like burn out their reserves to stop something that never came, so just creating a smoke screen suddenly would have gotten a much better position for a surprise attack for the Cyborg. But that was a matter of a gamble perhaps. It depended as well on how much effort it took to concoct these illusions.

Finally the Reptile turned his head away from the spot the two villains had perched at just a moment before, laughing to himself. "You were never over there, were you?" He asked aloud. His laughter, not to misunderstood, was directed at his potential naivete rather than anything else.

Faceless emerged from the black thick smoke to approach the reptile creature. "You can never know things for sure. Maybe i was there, to make you think i'm not actually there."

The reptilian waved his hand dismissively. It didn't matter really. He knew how this theoretical "what if" game played out. He could throw out a "but what if I knew you knew, and only said so because I knew you'd come forward and say that you knew, so you'd be distracted long enough that I could do something, but then I knew you would know I was trying to distract you so I could this, and you could that: What it inevitably came down to in a real fight were the honed reflexes: actions that could be performed without having to think or plan them out. A perfectly calculated plan could always be tricked by simply doing the irrational. "I just want to see how this pans out. If they can't do it, I want to fight the cyborg. Might be fun."

The visual cues were terrible, but audio cues still came between the sirens and screams. Fzzzt~ Bwaaaaaainsszzzz~ KKCKCssssh! FREEEM!!~ Vrrrr-vrrrr! KACHUNK!-SMASH! "Sounds like Mr. Roboto's still got the edge."

Nyght couldn't see, but she could hear just fine, and the racket Rotten Luck was making was clear as a bell. She turned and leapt toward where he was battling Jorortis, senses alert for the life-force signature she'd fed on just a moment ago.

Landing at what at least felt 'near-by', Nyght allowed herself to 'feel' again for the cyborg's life-force signature, and finding it, attempted yet again to feed, to drain his energy, slow him and with luck dizzy him at least somewhat.

His hand gripping rottins throat and his fist raised up ,his head violently turned toward nyght , feeling his organic muscles weaken. He decreased his organic power but boosted that from his cybernetics almost completely and using his free hand sent 4 blasts from his hand towards the one looking to steal his power ,soon returning to pummle the zombie man.

Nyght stirred and slowly pushed herself up to hands and knees. "And Ah just wanted to go watch a few Hero Q&A Panels today," she grimaced. She could sense another life-force close by her, but didn't want to draw attention to it - or herself. After a few seconds of not being attacked, she reasoned it was probably another of the Heroes... or a hapless civilian caught in the cross-fire. "Um... hello?" she whispered.

Jorotis felt the bite and let out somewhat of a grunt as he forcefully tore his hand out from the zombies mouth, his eyes locked with that of the zombie man and jorortis knew that he was a different than before, if he had lips he would be smiling as he got an idea, he grabbed the zombie around the neck with his now healing hand and threw the zombie with all his might toward roxicon and nyght.
To fallow up with that he sent out a few more blasts right after he tossed rotten with his metallic hand letting his the cybernetic in his body to slowly force the tendons in his hand back together.