Log:Wait Just One Hot Minute Man

2015/03/03 Bullet Ellbeth Forge Lightning Matt Ryan

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Science Museum

The foyer to the science museum is brightly lit, and there to greet everyone at the entrance is the large exhibit of a Tyrannosaurus Rex towering over everyone as well as other prehistoric bone exhibits nearby. Light streaming through the skylights in the museum's ceiling, as well as strategically placed spot lighting is used to highlight each exhibit. Most of the exhibits here are meant to catch the eye and draw you further into the museum.

A line has formed next to a round silver ball atop a pedestal as people wait their turn to be charged with static electricity. Further along the curving wall of the foyer a group of tourists stand watching a monitor as it explains a few of the mysteries of the solar system as well as a few things about the alien culture that has been in contact with earth. Cases built into the wall near the monitor hold static displays of the planets and the sun.

A bank of escalators and elevators across from the entrance doors, transport people from the foyer up into the tower where the rest of the museum is displayed. Tucked in back of the bank of escalators is the museums small gift shop, mostly dedicated to postcards with pictures of each exhibit as well as books with further information on the concepts and principals behind some of the elements of science that the exhibits display.

It's monday afternoon, chilly, and a light frost in the city. The people crazy enough to go out are bundled up, because they have to be outside. And life goes on despite the snow. People walk a bit more rigidly as they tense against the cold while they go about.

Except those guys. Running out of the science museum in a panic. About a minute ago, an alarm went off and emergency calls were made to the authorities, which means first responding heroes should be arriving any second now.

A few running patrons slip on the steps outside as they scramble. And this guy. Lightning. New kid in the city. He was a first first responder because, well, speedsters. He was there seconds after he got the notice alert on HeroNet. And he's already running out. He slips, tumbles, rolls, and lands in a hop back on his feet and shaking his hands like he bruised the heck out of them somewhere. A spandex uniform doesn't seem like a warm thing to wear in the cold, and he stands out from the rest of the crowd. His only winter garb is a white scarf wrapped around his neck a few times, and a blue knitted cap. He looks about for any heroes in the area, teeth chattering.

Ellbeth and Ryan were just arrived on Ellbeth's yacht when Max informs Ellbeth of the HeroNet alert. Opening a gate to the street outside the museum Ellbeth invites Ryan to join her if he wisjes or enjoy the hospitality of the yacht if he prefers to stay on the yacht until she returns. With that she steps through and appears outside the science museum.

Ryan, son of two meta heroes can't really say no, legacy and what have you. That said, he can say 'Jeeze it's cold.' He seems frustrated a s a pink bubble 'blorbs' up and around him and his not so finely tailored suit. He looks around at the scene. "Harper wil probably want to know about this..." He bemoans.

Malcolm Gibbs comes sailing out of the sky from the general direction of Starguard HQ, metal springs enveloping his legs. He lands with a surprisingly subdued *sproing* in Ryan and Ellbeth's vicinity after a few smaller *sproing*s from nearby rooftops. Blinking a few times, Malcolm looks over at Ellbeth and Ryan, tipping his head in greeting before looking toward Lightning.

"Sup, kiddo?"

For a guy in military BDUs, Malcolm seems surprisingly comfortable in the wintery chill.

Ellbeth casts a spell and the area around Ryan and herself loses its chill and becomes comfortably warm. "I won't be able to maintain this if I have to defend myself, Mr Thomas, but until then I can take the edge off the weather." she tells Ryan.

"Oh, uh, thanks but, err... that's why I have this uh... sphere around me." Ryan says slightly muffled by the presence of a bubble between him and Ellbeth. "It's, uh, kind of a thing I do... Don't ask." He says rather embaressed by the fact his powers are bubble gum pink bubbles.

"Oh awesome, heroes! Hopefully locals!" Lightning waves to Ellbeth, Ryan, and Forge at super speeds with a huge grin on his face. He looks haggard. But happy. He suddenly disappears in a trail of electricity, which soon turns into multiple trails) for a split second and reappears along with 5 other evacuated citizens who look very confused about where they are. The musuem doors haven't even shut yet.

Then he zips over to the trio to shake their hands rapidly. "Boy am I glad to see you! I was just in Mexico City finishing up a fight with El Diablo Mechanico when I got the call that there was something happening in Colonial Bay. I'm new here! You can call me Lightning!" Interspersed with speech, he vanishes again in a similar trail and more citizens appear with him, including one in his arms, which he sets down. Of course he finally takes his time putting down one of the cute girls.

Lightning turns to salute Malcolm, who is the only person in uniform. "There's something crazy going on inside. The 2000's science exhibit's gone, well, haywire!" Lightning gives a thumbs up and a grin at Ryan. "Neat bubble!" he says enthusiastically. Is this guy ADD or what? Speedsters. Figures.

Ryan looks at lightning like he is really sure how to take all the words coming out of his mouth. Theres some hand gesturing as he elects to say nothing for the time being.

Ellbeth keeps the warming spell active even after Ryan's comment. She isn't immune to feeling cold herself.

"Kid, you gotta," Malcolm pauses because Lightning disappears for a few instants before starting again, "Kid, you gotta slow down a sec. Not all of us work at your speed."

Malcolm looks toward the museum proper for a few moments before reaching into a pocket to fish out his headset. Settling it into place over his ears, the visor dimly lights up as Malcolm inquires, "What kinda haywire are we talking about here?"

Matthew hears the alarms, he's not connected to heronet right now, but his extraordanary hearing picks it up, he takes three steps then takes to the air, his body is covered in a roiling heat as he flies towards the alarms and comes in on high landing lightly at the steps before the museum. "What's going on?" he asks no one in particular..

"Right, sorry, citizens in trouble!" Lightning apologizes sheepishly. "I mean old model 2000 robot exhibits activating and combing through the citizens looking for 'human deviants' crazy," Lightning moves stiffly like a robot and even does a robot sounding voice at 'human deviants'. "They're pretty tough. I must've punched them like a hundred times and didn't stop them. I even tried taking them apart, but I couldn't find any external screws," he laments as he suddenly is holding up a screwdriver. Who knows where he got that. He tosses it over his shoulder and the screwdriver bounces away. "They're searching for someone in there, but I'm not sure who. So I just tried evacuating whoever I could." That is the longest he's stood still for this whole time. He suddenly notices Matt and waves to him at rapid speeds. "Hey! It's you!"

Ellbeth checks on the museum website for details on the 2000's robot exhibit.

Matthew cocks his head to the side. "I'll give them something to find.." he says as he lifts off, and begins to fly inside.

Ryan pauses looks to Matthew as he flies towards the muesum then to ellbeth, the only person he knows, makes an 'uh...' then elects to look at forge. "Uh, that kid just started flying into the muesum of crazed robots, right?" He says with a few erradic hand movements. They mean nothing just seem to be plucking his words from teh air is all.

Ellbeth says, "It would be better if you gave them nobody to find. Evacuating the museum should be our first priority"

And Bullet was actually out of town at the time the alert went through. She got a text message from her mother, another worried message about her Dad being called in for an emergency police situation. So... that was the moment that she turned around. She was heading up the coastline to visit a friend in a different university... and now she races back to town, at very high speed.

A golden and blue blur as she arrows in towards the city. As she gets closer, she gains altitude and notices the gathering out front of the science museum. As such, she alters her trajectory a minute amount and decelerates so that she comes down to land just out front. She absorbs the explanation from Lightning and then flickers over beside Lightning. "Okay, so let's tag team'em." she remarks with a grin before she looks over to the others. "Anyone got any robot control mojo? Or lightning powers maybe?" she pauses and adds softly, "Because everyone knows robots hate electrical frying thingamagoobers, right?" She looks to Lightning and holds up a hand in the classic High Five gesture, "C'mon, let's get'em!" she offers. She likes the fact that the guy is also very fast.

"T"Oh! I'm awesome at evacuating people!" Bullet says.

Ellbeth sends a message to Max via the telepathic mental link she maintains with him most of the time. "Max, if you can find out the override and deactivation codes for the mecha and police bots it would probably help."

Lightning raises his hand sheepishly. He has a lightning motif on his costume after all. "I have lightning powers. Hence the name, ah, Lightning. But they're pretty insulated. I spent a bunch of time hitting them and didn't seem to get anywhere. I...think I may have broken my knuckles."

A Bullet arrives, a Matthew departs the group to wade into marauding machinations.

Malcolm lets out a long sigh. Looking to Lightning and Bullet, Malcolm intones, "I agree. You two should focus on evacuating the civilians. When that's done, locking the place down so that whoever or whatever's got them up and running would be helpful."

Shifting his gaze toward Ellbeth and Ryan, Malcolm inquires, "You mind keeping me and the kids from going splat, Doc Wyrd?"

Smacking Lightning's hand with her own open palm, Bullet grins and blurs into motion. "I'm on it." she remarks as she dashes off. Her plan is simple, charge inside, start evaccing folks as suggested.

Ryan looks at the others. "I'll be along shortly... I, uh, I'm not exceptionally useful... but I can look at Lightnings hand. I won't claim to be a doctor, but I might be able to do something about it so he doesn't, uh, doesn't hurt it further... If it's broken..." He offers, kinda.

Ellbeth gives Malcolm a wry shrug, "I can't even follow them with my spells, Malcolm. They're just too fast."

Max responds back, "That's going to take a little bit. Hang on." A few moments later, "The Police bots deactivation code depends on the department they're from and the areas they serve. Minute Men don't have deactivation codes. Do you know what departmen these police bots are from?"

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"I meant the other kids," comments Malcolm, nodding his head toward Ryan and the way-ahead Matt. Malcolm shrugs a little bit and smiles cheerily, "But I guess that's moot if we got ourselves a medic... I'm gonna head on inside. Give me a shout if you get results on that search."

Turning around, Malcolm starts moving toward the museum proper. As he moves, metal starts seeping out of Malcolm's pores to envelope him in that brushed steel look that people associate with Forge.

Ellbeth asks Ryan, "Does that bubble protect you?" as she drops the warming spell in favour of a mage shield spell and starts moving towrds the museum.

Lightning high fives Bullet super fast, then holds his hand up to Ryan in a halt gesture. "Have no fear, citizen." His hand cracks noticeable and he winces a little, but keeps up his grin. "I heal pretty fast. I can still help with evacuations and running interference. I can run some people to the bots, since that guy," he jerks a thumb towards Matt, "is already gone." Lightning was watching him in slow motion going solo.

Max responds, <>

"No, but being the son of Amazina doesn't hurt." Ryan says rather sheepishly, "I, uh, I can take a lot more than a normal person, but uh... I'm not exactly the, well I mean, I can take a hit, just not... The bubble is to allow me a zone of comfort." He looks at Lightning calling him a citizen, not really sure how to respond, but just sort of swallows. The pink eyed teen clearly nervous about what is about to happen. "N-no sense waiting, right? O-only let's us get in our heads, and think aobut how we could get hurt, right? I mean maiming, and loss of limb is part of the job right?" A very nervous laugh happens as he floats in bubble towards the museum after the muscle mass of metal man meat named malcolm.

It isn't long after Matt flew off on his own into the building that he exits...albeit probably unplanned, and rather dramatic, he comes through a window landing heavily on the steps in front of Ellbeth...already bruising begins to form on his face, eye swollen shut, his face is contorted as he tries to grin, "..f..found them..3..3 of them.." he is able to get out before his eyes close completely and he passes out.

Lightning zips over to Ryan. "Wow, you're Amazina's son? Crash! I'm Fast-Track and Thunderbolt's kid. Not the villain Thunderbolt. The other...OTHER Thunderbolt. Oh hey, he's back. That's not good. I think they thought he was a deviant like me."

Ellbeth call out, "Medic needed here." Which isn't her. The Genie's gift came with drawbacks. Being unable to heal is one of them.

There's a huge open foyer in the museum with displays. Straight ahead, three robots marching from the 2000's Technology Historical Wing towards the main foyer. People are scattering as the robots shout in unison after a small thirteen year old boy, "Surrender at once Human Deviant, or we will use force to capture you."

Minute Men

These Minutemen are humanoid robots standing at ten feet tall, with green body and gold colored limbs and head. Panels on their arms, hands, and body reveal the presence of various weapons, and the ports in the soles of its feet are obviously boot jets.

With a quick salute, Bullet doesn't wait for anyone to say anything. Seeing that happening up ahead, she just blurs into motion. She whips about the robots, first the child, and then another person, and then a total of five. They are picked up and carried back out around a corner if possible. Each one is deposited there, and in the end, she skids to a stop over there with them. "Shh, nobody say anything... and please don't yell or scream." she remarks to them.

The kid and civilians are a little startled at where they are suddenly. "HALT, DEVIANTS!" The robots announce again.

Lightning's smile falters a little to one of sympathy as he regards Ryan. "I was really sorry to hear about your family. They were good people," he says sincerely. He salutes and runs over to Malcolm, grabbing him by the upper bicep. "C'mon, big guy, let's get you in there!" He manages to pick Malcolm up with a grunt, just enough to move him, and zips forward, dropping Malcolm off in front of the trio of Minute Men. He pats Malcolm of the shoulder and says, "Good luck!" and then zips back to where he picked up Malcolm just outside the museum. His hands still seem to be hurting him some.

Forge finds himself standing in front of the Minute Men. He blinks a few times, looking around, before he shouts, "I SAID EVACUATE PEOPLE!" Turning back toward the Minute Men, Forge curiously inquires, "Don't suppose you guys have a few minutes to talk about the latest exciting products from Amway?"

The Minute Men's heads track to Forge, the closest 'Deviant'. "Surrender-Surrender-Surrender," They all speak in unison, but are off on timing somewhat. There's a half second lag so their statements echo over each other in a cacaphony, "at once Human Deviant, or we will use force to capture you-you-you." They all hold their hands up at Forge and await a response.

Ryan is looking rather shaky as teen moves forward behind Malcolm, swallowing he looks at the ten foot tall metal men standing infront of him. "So, uh, metal man, you uh, you got this right? I, uh, I'll try to help, but I, uh. Okay, this is bad, right? I feel this is bad... " there is a note of terror in his voice but here he is standing there ready to respond if needed

"Hey! Who're you calling a "Human Deviant"? That's racist," complains Forge as he stands his ground.

One of the Minute Men announce, "Forceful Capture Approved." All three raise their left hands and pods open up along their outer forearms to fire electrofied nets at Forge and Ryan.

As the electrified nets fly out towards Forge and himself, Ryan lets out a very paniced terrified shriek of undiginified unheroicness as he flails his hand forward summoning a giant pink bubble that 'Ploops' comically into excistance as he intercepts the one flying towards himself, Still panicing and reacting accordingly he moves the bubble sidewas catching the second net mid flight on the sticky surface that is the bubble wrapped in electro net before it 'blorp's out of existance like it was made of soap. Some how the panic teen managed to prevent malcolm from being covered in net, all while being undignified and unmasculine.

Lightning thinks. o O (That's Amazina's kid? Yeesh...)

Forge's kung fu is insufficient today. He backhands a net out of his way as it sails toward him, though Ryan and the Giant Pink Bubble save Malcolm's bacon from certain frying as a second net sizzles through the air toward him and his exposed front. Grunting, Forge offers Ryan a thumbs up over his shoulder. "Good job, kid. I appreciate the save."

Saluting the civilians, Bullet says, "I'd go hide somewhere now if I were you." says Bullet before she is just... gone in a blur. She whooshes back over and stands behind the Minutemen. "Hey big robot doofuses!" she announces, hands held up in a classic... put up your dukes... posture.

Forge looks back to the Minute Men and offers a cheery smile as enormous, sharpened claws start to render themselves from the backs of his metal-coated hands. "So, gents. Which one of you three is most in need of a deep cleaning?" Lunging in a moment later, Forge attempts to drive his claws into one of the Minute Men and start rending armor asunder.


 * SSSSSSHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKK*

Forge dodges back a step or three as he finishes gutting the Minute Man, as if expecting immediate retaliation. Instead, external armor starts falling off of the Minute Man's body, no longer tethered by whatever it was that Forge cleaved through while his claws were sunk into the machine man's super structure.

Oh, look... an opportunity! Bullet rolls her neck a bit and gives Forge a little mock salute. Then... she simply takes a single step, putting all of her body's momentum into a single punch. "I like teamwork!" she offers as she pushes off with her back foot, and sends her fist in a blur at the now exposed robot. No running past and clotheslining. This is just... a powerful punch using every superstrong muscle she possesses. Hey, she likes being strong. She's not as strong as some, or even most, but still... it's fun to be strong!

The Minute Men's lead mecha's breastplate falls away on a hinge connector before falling to the ground. Just then, Bullet steps in and smashes into the inner workings of the machine. Mechanisms crunch and components go flying out, but the machine is still working. "Excessive force required," the tall Minute Man states. Ports open in the palms of the Minute Men's hands. One crackles with electricity, one crackles with fire, and the other with white plasma. Each one picks one of the heroes.

Ryan has managed to stop shrieking but there is still a look of sheer terror in his face as he resummons his bubble to gaurd himself, but fails to get the bubble in the way to save forge, and it blorbs out of existance with the waver of focus as he winces as the shot clears the bubble and approaches Forge.

Blurring to one side, Bullet just shakes her head, "Surprise surprise. You're -not- faster than a speeding Bullet!" she says, finally getting her brillaint catch phrase into a fight!

Shaking her head, Bullet glances over, sees Lightning helping to evac folks. She nods and then flickers. She's not there anymore, but she skids to a stop next to Forge, "Didn't know you were that nimble Forge! Good job!" and then she simply winds up... she's hoping these things are slow enough for this to work, but she may be mistaken and this could be a painful lesson.

Whitehot plasma streams toward Forge. The metal man twists to the side, his metal flesh rapidly starting to turn cherry red as he sidesteps nimbly around the plasma blast. Forge jukes a bit more, eventually completely clearing the lane of piping hot death.

Lightning, meanwhile, is doing as Forge commanded and dashing about, collecting strangling civilians trying to run away and depositing them outside of the museum.

The Minute Men charge up their lasers again and fire on their respective targets in a repeat.

Ryan is some where between zen and needing new pants as he reaches out and places a bubble infront of Bullet, which engulfs and dissipates the plasma rather quickly before disappearing and a new bubble is required to gaurd the incoming projectile fired at himself. Attempting to block the last shot on forge he's a fraction of a second too late to defend the metalic man.

The haymaker is a mighty punch that sends the armor-free Minuteman flying in multiple pieces. She shakes her head and rolls her neck. "Obviously, you can see that I am the one you should be shooting at." she says to the other two... Then she flickers behind the one that shot Foirge and kicks at it.

Clang! Bullet's fist crashes against the armor and doesn't even put a dent in it. Didn't Lightning say he broke his fist on that? Speaking of Lightning, he just zips about clearing more civilians. In fact, mostly just the elderly or young who were too slow to get out fast enough. Most of the rest have cleared out. Leaving all civilians out of the Danger Zone.

"Maybe a little less dangerous than I intended to imply..." mutters Bullet.

Ellbeth has connected.

Roiling in a soup of white-hot plasma, Forge lets out a terrific shout of pain. As the cloud of ionized, super-heated gas boils itself away, Forge's silhouette grows more visible until, at last, the positively glowing orange-yellow figure of Forge becomes fully recognizeable as an extant, living creature.

"... Huh... Caliente. I like it."

Forge lunges across space toward the Minute Man that has been rather single-mindedly shooting plasma at him. Bullet may feel the retained heat rolling off of Forge's form in waves as he tries to drive his super-heated claws into this robot and sunder its armored exterior as efficiently - if not more so - as the first Minute Mandroid.

As awful and violent as the previous metal peeling had been, this second event is practically silent. Only a subtle hiss and a sub-sonic rumble radiates from the intersection of Forge's claws and the Minute Man's armor. Moving with all due haste, Forge carves deep, molten-edged trenches through the armor in a matter of moments. Stepping back, Forge smirks as a second robot is robbed of its formerly adamantine armor.

Ding! It's like someone waved a green flag at a Nascar race in front of Bullet. She just grins. Now, if she can just make them shoot at her, and not at Forge... She blurs into motion once more, running around the armor-free robot a couple times, and ending her movement standing between the robots, and Forge. That's how she can do it!

And the blurring motion is blue and gold. The robot shudders once and then again as fists rapid fire pummel it. "Hey Lightning! You should let this guy ruin the armor before punching it. He rocks!" she announces before she skids to a stop in front of Forge, "You gotta go through me to get to him." She tells the last robot.

The last remaining Minute Man, 2003's top premiere model, has managed to analyze that Bullet is a severe threat. With Forge close second. A turret pops out from the underside of its arm and it starts projecting a strange white colored paste. "Initiating capture procedures."

Lightning gives Bullet a painful thumbs up, followed with a wincing grin. "Ow! Okay, that's definitely broken. But good to know!"

And, incoming capture foam. It's huge. "Oh Poop." mutters Bullet as she gets hit by it. She literally just skidded to a stop as it foamed up around her, "This is horrible for my hair!" she calls out.

"What in the..." Forge trails off as what appears to be Elmer's glue is fired in his (and Bullet's) direction. His metal-covered legs gain a particularly spring-like texture and Forge *SPROING*s off to one side, narrowly avoiding being hosed with capture glue. "I am seeing a really disturbing pattern here."

"What pattern is that?!" Lightning calls out. "I've had them fire lightning, water, fire, ice, lasers...it all seems random!"

Ryan pauses to take in that the moment may very well be left up to him. He swallows and closes his eyes a cloud of bubble wraps around his feet lifting him into the air. "H-hey, uh, dang I was never good at one liners." he bemoans as he summons all his will the hurl a devistating single itsy bitsy tiny bubble at his foe. That said the bubble begins expanding rather rapidly from the dangling teen whi is a mans lenght from the robots head. The bubble attempts to crush the robot into the ground

Okay, Bullet isn't a dummy. "I think they use what they have deduced may work most effectively against their current target!" she says as she starts to struggle

"They're robots called Minute Men obsessed with shooting white stuff at "deviants", you do the math," shouts Forge as he hits the ground and sprawls out unceremoniously between some tensabarriers.

The bubble makes another comical 'blorp' as it strikes the robot, which makes a less comical clash of metal as it is driven downwards and off balanced, tumbling to the ground. That said the robot seems otherwise unharmed.

Lightning's brow furrows. His jaw works in a clenching unclenching motion. Nope. Does not compute. So he just zips near Bullet. "Math wasn't exactly my best subject." He aims his hand at her feet first. "This might sting a tad. And it's not going to help your hair any. Plus side? It can't get any worse, really." Then electricity sparks and blasts at Bullet's feet.

Lightning's hand pans up to rake electricity from her feet to her encased head, chipping away bits of the foam enough so she can move.

"Shocking!" announces Bullet with a grin. She narrows her eyes and winks at Lightning. But then she looks past Lightning at the robot. "You really are annoying. You do realize that, right?" she asks as she vanishes, appears behind it, and winds up for another mighty blow.

Lightning's hands ball up into fists. Not too tightly. That would hurt too much. But electricity starts to charge about his hands as he holds them out towards the fallen Minute Man. His hands begin to crackle angrily.

The Minute Man hefts its bulk up to its feet laborously and turns its right hand towards bullet. A mini-turrent pops up from the top of its forearm housing. How many weapons do these things have?!

There is a general attempt at making a sound to declare a desire for the Robot to not do something but Ryan isn't the greatest at words when people are being threatened with bodily harm. Instead he just flails out his hand and intercepts the turrets barrage with another one of those annoying bubble gum pink bubbles that stop everything from hitting things.

Buddabuddabudda. The unloaded ammo from the turret hits a bubble and goes nowhere.

Lightning unleashes a torrent of electricity at the Minute Man. It scorches some of the paneling and leaves a small dent. And Lightning is left panting. "Awww, c'mon! I gave it all I got! See, this is what I was talking about when I said these things were tough!"

And while the lightning strikes, only once... disappointing. Anyhow, Bullet is doing the double fisted massive punch thing from all the movies. Her fists crunch into the armor and cave in some of it. "See! Threat!" she yells.

Forge whips out some sweet Brooklyn breakdancing moves, windmilling himself up from the floor and into a headstand. The metal man sprays a few sparks as his metal noggin grinds against the flooring before he manages to plant his feet and upright himself, eyes fixing on the Minute Man under attack.

"Having fun there, kids?" calls Forge as he extends those long, sharp claws again. With a terrific *SPROING*, Forge launches himself across the museum foyer in attempt to drive his claws into the Minute Man and sunder its armor.

Forge rams his claws into the Minute Man and wrenches his arms out to either side, as much carving open the robot's chest as he is ripping its exterior apart. Secondary slices up and down the length of its torso complete the maneuver as Forge drops back a few steps, watching the robot's armored bulk fall to the ground at its feet.

The Minute Man's outer hull is compromised. That is an understatement. The entire front panel has been shorn off. It begins to backpedal from Forge and the other heroes as it raises both hands. The palm ports flicker and open wide and begin to glow brightly before letting out a spread burst of fire.

Shaking her head even as the weapon ports spring open, Bullet flashes past the robot, ending up behind it. Okay, so.. she's letting it shoot, just wanted to be out of the area. (Note: It can retarget, but can get me, or the others... not all)

Another whirring of motion, and Bullet flashes around the robot a couple times, hands flailing at the thing before she ends up next to her friends.

Skidding to a stop next to her friends, Bullet shakes her head, "This thing is like, scared. It actually evaded me that time." She narrows her eyes and looks back at it. "I think I have a new idea now." she mutters with a grin.

Ryan is tossed far and away by the blast, flailing in the air attempting to recover from being cleared of his bubble cloud.

Lightning skids back a bit, his scarf singed by the fire. "Ow ow ow! Robots don't get scared, though!"

"Stop with logic! They ruin my fantasies!" exclaims Bullet as she surges forward, not to flash past the robot so much as... right -at- it. At the last moment, she leaps into the air and goes into a whole twsisting, acrobatic maneuver to end up behind the thing. "Hi!" she announces before she reaches out to try to take hold of the.. ten.. foot.. robot..

"Fine, so we'll say it's scared. Does that mean I shouldn't try and destroy it?" Lightning asks.

"Go for it. You have until I can get it into the air and smash it into the Earth to do that!" exclaims Bullet.

Provided she can do that before it gets loose and rampages more. Lightning looks down at his hands. His electrical blasts didn't seem to do much to it. But without the armor, maybe it's time to try hitting it again. His poor, poor, fists. "This is going to hurt me more than it hurts you. Probably literally. But I gotta try." Lightning vanishes as he zips back, leaving an electrical trail in his wake, and then ZOOOOOM! He runs back at full speed, trying to strike the robot with a right cross as he runs by.

There's a loud crack as Lightning skids to a stop six meters behind the robot, shaking his hand painfully.

The robot gets crushed by Bullet and pummeled by Lightning, slumping over as it becomes non-operational. Lightning clutches his hand. "Ow. Good job, everyone! I'll leave this for the locals. I got to get to a hospital to get it set before my hand heals this way. Like I need them to break it again to fix it, amirite?" And Whoosh! He vanishes outside, and just after, a sonic boom is heard in the distance. At least he waited to get out of the city limits before going super sonic.