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"Eagle Eye, if you hadn't noticed...I'm not exactly likely to miss. Besides...If my spoons can't hurt him, I won't be able to do much else to him, and rushing in to save someone without anyway to protect yourself, while noble, isn't too smart..." He grimaced a bit, imagining his blows bouncing off of the stout man, then being pummeled himself. Now with the gun, he could end the conflict now, or so he hoped. Simply shooting the man's leg and making him unable to move.

"I'm going to take out his legs and get Pasty, that way we get this guy and protect Pasty at the same time." Truth be told, Austin looked rather gunshy and Shayne didn't trust his aim. A little bit off and one could fire, hiting their ally as easily as the opponent! Though he could understand Austin's reluctance, he didn't want to take a life as much as, he hoped, anyone from LoSI. Infact he loathed the idea.

Previously

Mother Narine Getskilled was knocked back by the ice shard just as the Ace of Pain responded to her order to protect anyone with Mother Superior with a casual "sorry, not in our contract."
Mother Superior, in turn had pushed Don the Baptist off long enough to shout "I'll pay you whatever it takes, just fight!"
Trump Card spoke up, "I can't fight, just protect." which was really just fine with both Mothers, since they were both about to be beaten.
Suicide King decided that none of these kids really deserved what he could do to them, and instead offered to get the car ready.
Don the Baptist was pissed, he was now fighting an expert assassin, and the best human shield he'd ever seen, without help from the league he had joined or from his supposed savior. He was beginning to wonder if this Eagle Eye was who he had thought he was. No matter, here he was alone, fighting two people, while the other four members of the league fought just one guy, and (as if that wasn't enough) four others were, save a little bit of ice, uncovered. "You guys really suck at this don't you!?" He screamed, while being beaten into a corner by Mother Superior, whose eyes seemed to flash when she heard this.

"Suck?" Mother Superior sneered, "Look who's losing."
"No (oof) not you, Mother," he managed, "You're really good at what you do. I mean you guys!" He raised his voice so that Eagle Eye and the others could hear, "Damn Pasty! He's a duper hero isn't he? He can take care of himself. Eagle Eye, you're more powerful than anyone in this room, and you know it, so don't be afraid and fight that sunofabitch! You other two, start worrying about these four guys here, who, thank God, haven't the brains to join the fight just yet." As if on cue, Mother Narine Getskilled got back up, and along with the three remaining members of the Flush, began advancing towards the ship. "Pasty! Get yourself off the ground and do something, or do you deserve the title of team leader? Sweet Mary and Joseph, these people aren't even Super, they're just highly trained." Double down split, as if to refute this statement. "Okay, so the little one's a super hero, but he's a bloody midget, what's he going to do? Bite your legs off? Let's go guys! If you don't get it together, I'm pretty sure you deserve to die right here!"
"Bravo." Mother Superior said, delivering the last blow to Don before he collapse in that corner that he was previously up against, "A knock out speech if I ever heard one. Trump, take our stentorian friend here out to the car, and wait for me or Getskilled." With that she, too, began towards the ship.

BlackJack waded through the pool, and punched a hole in the hull of the ship with his bat. It began to sink. Unfortunately for that plan, the pool wasn't actually as deep as the deck was high, so all he succeeded in doing was cutting off the door to the garden from anyone who didn't feel like climbing ten feet of wall. That, and making the distance between the deck and the water roughly six inches, making the fall off the deck more embarrassing than painful.
Narine Getskilled was bleeding a little from where the sharpened water had struck her, but she brushed it off and charged anyway. She wanted a shot at the guy who had cold her, but he seemed too powerful (plus she just didn't like cold) so instead she went for that weak-looking guy with the silverware.
Trump dragged the Don's body slowly. He was a really heavy guy.

The tirade only made him madder, at superheroes in general, and the League in particular. With a whiff of cinnamon, he unfroze from the wall, pushing off and generating the skates at the bottom of his feet. The odd mixture of cinnamon and mint was vaguely reminiscent of Ben-Gay.

Fridge spun into a wide-angle kick, with a nice cold bladed surprise at the end for BlackJack. "Hey, mac, you gonna pay for the new fishtank? And what about poor One-Eyed Willie? He was in the hold, you heartless b*****d!"

Austin had barely caught his breath. He shot a fleeting look at Don and flapped his weary wings. He shot off into the air again and entered the building. He came into the DWHAM to two sounds. Both came from the spoon-thrower. There was a sneeze, and a shot.

Austin stood, stunned, gapeing at the smoking gun. He had fired. He could very well be killing...EXACTLY what Austin had warned him against. But now he had to wait and see...

Time slowed down unbearably, he was helpless to stop what he had caused. The bullet had exploded from the end of the gun in Shayne's hand, the kick hadn't phased him. Atleast not that he could tell. Time did not return to it's normal pace until he could see Getskilled cry for help.

The temportal flow flew back into proportion as the Spoon threw the gun into the water, hopefully making it harder for Stone to obtain it while he tried to rectify his mistake caused by the sneeze. He not only missed his shot, he had likely caused her to die. He didn't have time to worry about that.

He skid to a halt next to the fallen female, regret obvious in his eyes, as they were the only part of his face to be visible. Huge splinters greeted his knees and tore through the fabric of his pants, though he couldn't feel them at the time.

His hands moved to the wound as his voice croaked from his throat which treatened to close and not allow him a breath. "Try not to move too much..." He had seen this a hundred times on television, he needed pressure to stop the bleeding...Wait, he had hit her in the heart likely, he couldn't stop that bleeding.

"...I'm sorry..." What else could he say? Are you hurt? That'd have been worse than asking a man with a sword through his gut if he was okay. You're going to be fine? Only a fool would believe that...Why couldn't he be a fool this time?

The Fridge saw Narine fall, saw the Spoon trying desperately to rectify things, and his anger only became more obvious as he landed bad, having missed BlackJack, did a strange landing flip, and was soon skating to the exit-

Far too late- the van was already gone. He skidded to a stop, powder flew up in front of him in a large sheet. Fridge balled up his fists, and hit the wall, which suddenly was covered with a thick layer of rime. At the same time, his hair suddenly and loudly burst into flame. "Dammit!"

The rain put him out in short order, and the Fridge refroze himself. He looked at the others, an open call in his face and the very way he caught the light in the rain, daring the others to do something.