Beacon Discovered [open for anyone]

After a few hacks back and forth, Trent saw the Titan smash a hole through the street, making the whole ordeal public. Then in an instant he was charging for Beacon. Trent had made it his duty to keep this kid safe so he could focus on attacks, however, he was too far away to pull him away from the Titan. Trent picked up the brick that he had intercepted earlier and chucked it right into Beacons gut to hopefully throw the Titan off his target. He figured that a brick to the gut would feel better than having a giant demon maul his face apart.

Trent didn't have time to see if the Titan missed as he had to turn his attention to the demolished street. "How much of a temper does this asshole have?" Thought Trent as he approached the wreckage.

Trent was surprised to see that a woman was crying on the edge of the wreckage when a stranger told him that the woman's child had fallen in the sewer below the broken street. Although Trent really didn't care about the child, he wanted to keep a fairly good reputation throughout this fight so he decided he should at lest try and save him. Before he dived into the street, Trent shouted to the other man, "Watch the Scotsman! I have to save a damn kid!"

Before Beacon could process what was going on, he was hit with a brick in the chest, tripping over his own feet and falling on the ground. He chest was radiating with pain, and he didn't know anything about medicine, but he assumed that he had a broken rib or two. All he did know, was that he was lying on the ground, whimpering out in pain. His body was glowing a dark yellow, forming a small barrier around him. He was in a world of pain, but maybe the barrier would at least reduce some of the incoming damage. He felt blood seeping from his shirt, and he leaned back on the ground, groaning.

Under the force of the Titans strike, the street would begin to buckle and break. Michael rolled his eyes, and in an instant he would be in motion, watching the being make a move for the metahuman and preparing to intercept, though he seemed to go down with a brick that slammed into his chest, which likely made things more difficult than intended. Drawing upon his Void Armors power, he would glow with a grey energy as the male known as Beacon would find himself lifted up and pulled towards Michael, who drew upon some of the energy within his gauntlet and formed a healing energy. This would be used to stabilize his wound and perhaps keep him from dying, or at least making himself useless again. ”Alright, I think we need to get you out of here.” Michael would say with a roll of his eyes making note of the blood staining his shirt. ”Before you end up getting more than a few broken ribs.” Reaching out he would grab onto the male and hoist him onto his back, dismissing Misanthropy. ”Unless you have any objections but I can’t be bothered to take care of you continually like this.”

You know maybe he could of got the hit on the guy knocking him out. Maybe he could have made it a two on one, but that was now shot. He took his swing wich turned into him punching through the abandoned building. He force of his punch pushed him back. Common he was that strong so doing something like that was easy. Now it seemed like the only bother was to hit the dumb asses running amung him.

Walking out from the broken wall he went to the large hole he put in the ground. If I had a close ranged weapon that was not just my fist i would fight the sword wielding characters up close, but I found that your intelect on various thing would forge a blade that cuts through the hardest of endurance.

He jumped into the hole and turned around. He pushed his hands into the concrete, rock and dirt pulling on a massive boulder of mixed things. Usually when I try grabbing things like this it usually breaks apart because the compounds will not hold together unless by gravity. Well I guess this one time its in my favor. He walked the massive bolder of materials out of the hole by a semi created ramp, but it was so heavy it made him sink into the ground. Concrete broke and gave way while dirt was like sand.

He reared back and gave the thing a toss. It flew in the air then quickly dropped towards Mike and Beacon. He turned towards the hole and held his hand up towards Mike and Beacon flipping them off then dashing for Timmothy. He was more annoying than all of them. He gained ground and fast but lets just see how fast he can react to quick, durable, strength infused punches. It literally sang the end for him.

“No objections on my part” Rowan said softly and laid a bit limp on Michael’s back. His body was aching with pain, though whatever the Titan did to his body seemed to be helping. His vision was going a bit fuzzy, and he felt cold. Rowan clung a bit more to his back and mumbled. “Can we get out of here quickly? I'll pay you what I can, mate” He mumbled against his skin and sighed. He hated that he couldn't have been more useful to his allies. The guilt would probably overwhelm him for days. Maybe even be enough to send him back to Scotland, he didn't know yet. For now, he rested against the Titan's back, waiting for wherever he would take him. “Thank you”

Trent was stumbling around under the rubble trying to find the kid when he could hear a massive crash above him. He took a minute to think, "what the hell am I doing?" He said to himself, "I'm trying to kill a god damn Titan with two swords."

Now that the whiskey was beginning to wear off Trent was beginning to think straight. He forgot about the kid and began to move to the surface only to see the Titan jump down into the hole. Trent darted off into a concealed pocket of space that had been created for the crash. He couldn't stay hidden for long so action needed to be taken. Behind him, Trent could see the sewer system that had been untouched by the Titan and was still in working condition. If he could make into those tunnels, Trent's agility and stealth could definitely keep him hidden and allow him to escape, the only problem was that the Titan was between him and where he needed to be.

Staying hidden, Trent crawled from rock to rock, slowly getting closer to the Titan. He still wasn't sure what he was going to do.

”Alright, if we're all in agreement.” Michael noted with a certain amount of relief, smirking to himself as he allowed the ethereal locomotion to take the edge off of carrying the male. However what caught his attention was what appeared to be a large bit of concrete torn from the street and thrown at the two. Of course Michael would have survived, but the one that he had went out of his way to save would not have, so he would have to do it for him. ”Lets get outta here.” Quickly aiming the dark pistol with this free hand he would release the energy round that would eviscerate the bit of concrete and watch the bits hit the armor futily. ”Alright, hold on tight kiddo.” Michael would say and within an instant he was mocing at superhuman speeds, moving past people as a red blur until they were many blocks away and he could set the hero down against the wall, dismissing the weapon and turning his armor back to clothing. ”So, you gonna be okay or do I need to do anymore treatment to those wounds of yours?”

Rowan was in a state of semi-consciousness, the wounds hurting him rather greatly. When they were safe, and he was set down, he looked at Michael and mumbled a quick “Thank you” Before slumping against the wall, his body aching in pain. He started to say something, but couldn't. His body was really hurting. Before too much time passed, he felt his body smack onto the ground. The pavement felt cold to his face. He assumed that the other was going to leave him there or something. He didn't really know. But everything was hurting. He shut his eyes and passed out.

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He had jumped down into the hole he so greatlly created in his freely made time, but the guy had disappeared and the kid that fell in had been crushed by the ruble. He decided to take more time out of his day to find the guy who was hiding like a coward. So he walked to close up walls and big massive piles of rock and debri and swung. They would litterally get blown away by his strength and it made looking easy. It was like playing clean up you had to get them all before you could do anything.

The other two must have been crushed since they did not seem to interfere or they just got away unscaved. Good for the he thought as he kept walking around swinging at large piles. Not only was it a stress relief, but he started to have thoughts on just leaving because it soon became really boring. Should I leave or should I force fun into my life? Grabbing the kid and breaking him like he grabs a twig off the ground and breaks it would be fun too. Not to mention he will have blood squirt out of every pulled of limb. Ah life what would these humans do without it.

As Trent was planning his escape, past the Titan, and into the safe chasm of the sewers, the Titan began swinging like a mad man at any rubble he could find. This was his chance, he could slither his way past the distracted beast and make it into the safe zone. In a perfectly timed motion Trent blew past the Titan as a chunk of concrete was smashed to bits behind him. While for a split second he would have been noticeable, he immediately drew himself behind cover as he vanished into the sewers. It would be nearly impossible for the Titan to follow him, for one, he would never fit into the tunnels, and second, Trent was far to hidden to be followed.