A Coalition of Minds(Open)

The Assassin scoffed, narrowly dodging an array of attacks coming from two sides. But neither of the was his target. If he died it didn't matter. His only task was to kill the crippled one. In the blink of an eye, he had 5 blades hurtling towards the man in the chair. Confined to the device, there was no way he could avoid all of them. He watched balefully, but immidiately after realese, he took one of the blades to the knee, followed by two bullets into his right arm. He feel to the ground, cursing. But his task was done. He heard the satisfying sound of blade piercing flesh. He had hit his target.

Barker watched as his companions assaulted the assassin. They worked in harmony, even though they had only just met. They were the exact sort of people he needed. He turned his chair around, facing the counter that the assassin was ducking behind to avoid gunfire and knives. Barker watched as he quickly jumped up, throwing several knives straight for him. There was no time to react. The chair wasn't fast enough to avoid it. As the assassin was struck down by bullets and blades, he felt the metal pierce his chest. This was no ordinary metal. Otherwise it wouldn't have scratched him.

The Gray Mask growled behind his faceplate, the sound menacing, he hurled an electrical net at the man, he could have used a normal one, seeing as how the man was already dispatched, but he wanted him to feel the stab of pain, it was akin to a light taser, he followed up by pulling his handgun out and firing off a spool of wire, wrapping the man up tight in the net.

Before the man hit the ground The Gray Mask was already crouched beside Doctor Barker, with one fluid motion he removed the blade that had pierced the mans chest and held a wad of gauze in its place, but in the moment he had seen the wound it looked odd, almost as if the healing process had started immediately after the blade had pierced his skin, the Mask automatically filed the information away.

Well, that was certainly impressive; the assassin had actually managed to dodge her attacks. That was no easy feat, considering her enhanced reflexes, senses, and speed; by all rights, if he were normal, he would have been downed already. It was then that she noticed five blades hurtling towards Barker, and there wasn't anything she could do. If she tried to intercept them, probably by shooting at them, that would open her up for possible counterattack from the assassin. She didn't trust Mask enough to keep him occupied while she dealt with the knives.

She could take cover and fire at the knives, but that would take quite a bit of effort, and some memorization that she didn't feel she could do. She'd have to calculate how fast they were going, remember where they were, duck down behind something, and fire blindly out, relying solely on her calculations to figure out where the knives were at; she didn't feel comfortable doing that. Her bullets finally hit the assassin, downing him; but it was too late.

Barker had been hit by the knives, and already Mask was running towards him; she did too. She didn't know much at all about medical procedures, so she simply watched as Mask removed the blade, with a gauze in the other hand. "Uh...pretty sure that ain't normal. I don't think that hurt him much at all." Dakka commented as she stared at the regenerating flesh. Interesting. So it seemed the man held some kind of regenerative power inside himself.

Barker watched unflinchingly as Mask pulled the blade from his chest. It had struck mere centimeters from his heart, deep enough to have pierced it. But as the blade was removed, the wound began to close within a matter of seconds.

A man in my position could never survive my lifestyle without some tricks up his sleeves. I was never in any real danger. Though I am impressed at the harmony with which you two worked together. However, in your haste to check on me, you allowed our assailant to escape.

On the ground, laying in a fresh pool of blood, was a dull knife and a tattered net.

The Gray Mask growled, a deep rumble from the bottom of his chest, a bit of spittle hit the inside of his mask as he wheeled around and leaped out of the nearest window without a second thought, as the glass shattered around him his vision clicked into thermal view as he touched down on the hard concrete, he scanned the street and quickly spotted a fast moving character on the nearest rooftop, a quick switch to x-ray view revealed the mans throwing knives, The Gray Mask sprinted at the building, quickly procuring his grappling gun in one hand and his pistol equipped with grappling spool in the other.

He shot the grappling gun at the edge of the building the man was just jumping off of, he pulled, rocketing him through the air, he came up and over the building, detaching the grappling rope. His cape snapped open and his speed allowed him to overshoot the man by a decent margin, he turned sharply in midair, aiming his pistol at the man for he knew the cape was to unruly to actually land atop the man, the pistol unloaded, grappling hook whistling through the air towards the assassin.

In his other hand he clutched another net, another one of the shocking variety, even if he missed with eh grappling hook he'd still be in the perfect position to snag the man in the net, and with this thought he released, throwing it wide to the side and blocking off the mans escape path.

It wasn't as if she was just going to ignore the almost dying man. Despite her renegade instincts, she couldn't bring herself to do something like that. Besides, from what she had seen so far, Barker was a brilliant man, and she had to admit, she had been a bit curious to see if he had survived. She didn't think someone of his intellect would have come up with no way to defend himself against an attack, after all. Not when he was so immobile. A moment after Barker had informed them that the assassin had got away, Mask had went and left. She soon headed out into the streets herself, only to spot Mask going up onto the rooftop a moment later with some kind of grappling hook. A grappling hook; one of those would be useful for her right then. Deciding not to complain about it, the girl quickly ducked into the alleys and searched; ah yes, there one was!

A fire escape. It didn't take too much effort to jump up to it, not with the increased speed she had, and thus, the increased height; a moment later she was clambering up it, and soon found herself on the rooftops. She quickly glanced around and spotted Mask right nearby, with the assassin pretty much trapped. She moved fast, trying her best to get behind the assassin so he couldn't retreat back the way he came either; she once more had her pistols pointed at him, completely focused now, unlike back in the French Quarter. If he tried to flee, she wouldn't hesitate to again shoot his arms and legs, to paralyze him.

However, she thought Mask had the situation pretty well handled; if the grappling hook missed for whatever reason, there was still the net that was rushing towards the assassin. To be on the safe side, she fired just a few shots off at the assassin, to make it more difficult; it was much more difficult to dodge several small bullets and a large net than it was to just dodge a large net.