Wednesday, October 29th 2018

Victor didn't have time to slow down as Mal was thrown at him. He barely had time to shield his face with his arm as he punctured her membrane like a bullet through a piece of leather. He was none the worse for wear and it didn't slow him down much. Once he got close enough he started firing his sidearm at Frank, trying to circle around him as the others attacked, trying to take advantage of the confusion.

Damn! Frank, Noelle, leave Trev for the moment. Spread out and make your way toward the goal. We can extract Trev if we need to when we've grabbed that. We still have the advantage in numbers; we need to make use of it. She honestly didn't like leaving a man down unguarded. But right now, with the two of them still fairly close to one another, they made perfect targets. Spreading them out meant that Vic couldn't tag them both. As for Mal...

She took a running leap. A gorilla might be bigger and heavier, but it still had to rely on direct physical attacks. During the process of the leap, she emptied the rest of the clip of her pistol right into Mal's body. Whether or not they all struck home wasn't the point, though if any of her own tranq darts did, they would leave her a bit more vulnerable. What they actually did was hide the follow-up punch to the jaw, which was backed up by her own momentum and enhanced strength. Despite that she kept in mind Mal's shifting abilities as well as the potential for Morse to 'reappear'.

The Tranq's hit, as Mal did little to avoid them. Even injecting their chemicals in her, they appeared to do absolutely nothing to slow her down. As she raced to take the punch across the face from Minerva with great vigor, she was letting Minerva get right into the range she needed her to be in. As Minerva punched her square across her massive jaw, Malina's neck snapped around to lunge a bite into Minerva, and get a nice mouthy grip on her.

Her huge arm that was opposite to Minerva's own extended punch came around as well to guide Minerva into Malina's waiting trap.

As all this was happening, Minerva's darts were forcing themselves out of Malina's form, the liquid they held oozing from her skin like pus from an infected wound.

Minerva did not cry out when Mal's jaw clamped down on her. Instead, she willingly took the blow. A morpher or not, Mal was still solid, and sold things could be hit.

As Mal's arm came around to strike its blow, she brought her knee up, straight into Mal's nose. She might have the form of a gorilla, but even gorilla's felt pain in the right areas.

Frank thee up a shield to try and catch Vic's shots, while reaching out with a TK grip, hoping to pull Vic's jetpack off.

The knee to the face caused her to clench down further on Minerva's arm at the pain as she pulled away from her, not immediately let go as Minerva might have intended. Her teeth scraped across her flesh as she did so. Mal had let her go with her mouth, but the other hand she was bringing around on her hadn't been stopped, and came down on her with a torrent of force, pinning her to the ground.

In a threat display, Mal let out a primal scream in Minerva's face, the scent of her own simulted-blood on Mal's breath. As she did, she was bringing up her other fist to take Minerva out of the game.

This time, as her back struck the ground, Minerva did give out a 'whuff'. While it seemed that she had gone from one form of being restrained to the other, in point of fact, she now had more options open to her, with both arms free, though one was quite wounded, even if simulated. She knew the room would read her vitals and give enough of a sensation of pain or numbness to simulate just how bad her wounds were. As she would have in for real wounds, she powered her way through them. At least after here, she could walk away with two good arms.

She acted quickly, preferring not to be pounded into the ground any further. She began to roll on her shoulders with a cry of effort, and slammed her feet into Mal's abdomen, while locking one hand near the wrist and the other hand just under the muscular shoulder, under the arm. It wasn't easy, but she rolled backwards, pushing Mal away from her with her feet and using the arm as a bit of a fulcrum.

Frank, Noelle, which ever one of you ids available, here's a present coming your way, Minerva sent to her teammates as Mal sailed over her.

Victor let out a yelp as he was brought to an abrupt halt. His little body was shook around as Frank tried to dislodge him from his jetpack but the thing was designed to fit snug and securely to prevent such from happening. The buckles could be undone but at their tiny size it would take a bit of concentration and focus to manoeuvrer them properly.

"Q-q-quit-t-t i-t-t-t!" Victor's arm flailed from being shaken, shooting wildly in multiple directions with his sidearm.

Frank layed off the jetpack while shifting Vic into Mal's flightpath...

Unfortunately Mal made the same maneuver when thrown as she did before, flattening out into her base form. That meant if Frank intended to throw Vic through Mal yet again, the result would be much the same. He would pierce through, and Mal would end up hitting the ground in another form. It seemed to be her go between action when she wasn't quite sure what she was to expect. By the time she hit the ground again she was back on her 'feet' in a new form, [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cheetah]something much more agile[/url[. She came at Frank, seemingly persistent in either taking him down or at least keeping him preoccupied with containing her, which would make him weaker to the others. She leapt at him to try for his throat, jaws snapping as she did.

Noelle, lay down some explosions in front of Mal. She might be a slippery fish, but she's not immune to being hurt or blinded. Minerva ran toward Vic position. Frank, drop your hold on him in a sec. We need to get him out so we can focus on Mal.

Frank released the hold on Vic and shifted entirely to Mal. "Getting pissed now." he snarled, reaching out with a TK grip intended to slam her full force into the ceiling.

Victor again tumbled through the air, though he recovered much more quickly this time than he had before. If Minerva wanted to get him close she was about to have her wish granted. With a 'foomph' his jetpack accelerated, rocketing himself toward her like a miniature missile.

Noelle grabbed a handful of marbles, charged them and lobbed them at her roommate, exploding int he air with loud pops and strobes of light.