The city of brotherly love is lacking in the love department. (Mike, Forcewave, Bliss)

The sun was beating down on the shoulders of a large crowd, flags and banners swayed gently in the summer breeze. Metal scaffolds filled the park; a large podium had been erected in the centre to make space for the leader of the rally and his large entourage. A large banner stretched behind the stage was emblazoned with the US flag and large black letters read ‘Cleanse the Meta’s.’ A slogan created by the leader of the rally, Steve Johnson, a strongly religious individual with a great distrust in Meta-kind. He was standing at the podium center stage delivering a speech filled with anti-meta propaganda, preaching what he believed to be the words of his lord.
“The Meta’s are unpredictable and very powerful, if one of them decided he wanted to hurt you and your family who is there to stop him?”
Johnson stood tall over the silent crowd as they hung on his every word. The park had police standing on every corner, riot officers waiting in vans for any trouble that was usually seen at an event such as this. News vans lined the streets; reporters and camera crews came from all over to cover the event, making this one of the best places for a person to get himself noticed.
“Meta’s need to be cleansed of their impure blood, these powers are meant only to be wielded by god, they are not fit for the hands of man!”
Upon finishing this sentence the crowd erupted in cheer, the audience truly knowing who they wanted leading their cause.

A man wearing a trench coat and cap stood silently in the crowd, listening to the ignorant mans speech about the dangers of super-powers. His name was Dissonance and he had been in the crowd since before the event had even begun. He was there observing all of the cameras; maybe 10-15 different news teams were all dotted around the area, interviewing the civilians on their opinions, painting Steve Johnson in a positive light to viewers all over the country. Dissonance had been waiting for a stage this big to present itself for a while; it was time that the world acknowledged his existence. Time to make the world see what he already knew, that Meta’s are the superior race and that they should always be recognized as such.

He fought his way to the front of the crowd so that he could stare directly in to the eyes of Johnson as he spoke.
“What would you have the world do about this so-called Meta problem” he shouted up to the stage, his subtle Irish tones blaring strongly over the dull roar of the agitated crowd. Taken back by the question Johnson at first looked quite startled, but quickly composed himself and readied a reply.
“Very good question sir, I believe that we should start searching for a cure to this abomination right away. We have to work together as a species to reverse this!”
Abomination? This fool had no idea of the enemies he was creating.

Walking even closer to the stage Dissonance started to climb the stairs until he was on the podium, level with Johnson and a handful of his men. The men went to advance on Dissonance but were waved off, Johnson not wanting to create a large scene and believing that he could spin this in his favor.
“Is there more?” he asked.
“Indeed, What do you propose we do if the Meta does not want to be ‘Cleansed’?”
“Well sir, these are gods words and so they must be followed. I am simply saying we do not give the tainted ones a choice!”
Johnson stood as proud as ever, incredibly smug about his choice of answers, feeling as if he had truly sealed the deal with his audience.
“I mean lets face it, its not like they’re really human!” he said into his mic, both him and the crowd falling in to a gentle laughter. People laughing at him was one thing that dissonance absolutely hated, this childish performance had gone on long enough. Scanning the crowds he could see that all of the camera crews had now stopped their interviews and were focused on his and Johnson’s little debate up on the stage. Everything had gone exactly as Dissonance had planned, he was at the center of a worldwide stage and he was ready to begin his masterpiece. With a swift movement he threw his disguise to the floor leaving only his brilliantly white outfit underneath. His cape lifted into the air as the breeze caught underneath it, casting a powerful silhouette onto the citizens below. With a swing of his hand an incredibly high-pitched wave of sound passed over the audience, stopping the laughter dead and forcing most people to cup their ears in pain. Johnson had fallen to the floor, clutching at his head and so Dissonance took his spot at the podium.
“Citizens, I am here as a representative of the Meta’s. I speak on behalf of the superior race when I say that you cannot cure us, you cannot defeat us. Your only option is to succumb to us. To inhabit our world.” He said all of this through the mic before pausing to raise himself in to the air, now using his power to amplify his own voice.
“I am Dissonance, Master of sound and all who oppose my kind will fall”

The arrogance of humanity was something that he could never truly fathom, and it was something that Michael did not want to fathom. As far as he was concerned, man was a race of insects, with an overblown sense of self worth that was beyond their station; beyond what they could ever hope to achieve. They demonized that which they did not understand, and labeled that which was natural unnatural under the banner of false gods, accentuating their weakness even more. The fact that they had allowed such a farce to even happen in the first place was a fallacy within itself, but something that he had a feeling had to go on either way. Even though he was there as an observer, Michael was ever the cautious one, hiding his face in a way that was not suspicious but enough of a way that he would not need to worry about anyone really getting a read on him.

Even his clothing was different than the norm, jeans and a jacket instead of a polo shirt and shorts. Part of him was looking for a chance to crash this pitiful excuse for a rally, yet Michael would bare with it until something intolerable was said, which had not happened yet. A voice within the crowd would rise, questioning the one that spoke out against metahuman kind in the name of God, a diety that Michael had heard much about and nothing he found to be pleasant. The ethereals of course had their god, but that was far kinder, more benevolent than this wrathful thing that they spoke in the name of. A small smirk formed upon his lips, Mike unable to really control the chuckle that escaped his lips, watching the procession with intense interest now, waiting for something.

This thing came in the form of a powerful soundwave created by the man that was asking the questions, his voice tinted with an irish accent as he rose above the rest like a white beacon of power. It was interesting even as Michael pressed the hands over his ears, watching the man that so boldly proclaimed metahuman superiority amidst a crowd of people that would likely scream for him to be lynched. Once the speech was done, all Michael could do was clap, as the armor redder than blood would form over him, clothes changing into it and the helmet forming to completely cover his features. The clapping sound would likely reach the one that had so boldly made the claims, this metahuman that had gathered Michael’s respect. ”Well done Dissonance, I have to say that I am pleasantly impressed.” Michael admitted, though his voice was given more of a demonic reverb through the helmet as Chris stood beside him, blond hair and brilliant blue eyes looking to those around him.

”So what are you planning Hyperion?” He would ask as Michael pushed the humans out of his way, cloth that formed a pseudo cape flowing behind him. He was a sight within red, demonic almost in how he walked, un afraid of anyone that would stand before him.

”You speak of powers that only God should wield, but you people know nothing of God, or gods. The only abomination I see is that you should be allowed to live.” Hyperion noted as Chris would trail behind him, face now only hidden by a hood that cast a shadow that covered all but his lower face, as well as glowing blue eyes. ”I agree they aren’t human however, metahumans. As that would be an insult to be compared to such a weak and fragile species as humanity.” he added until he was only a few meters away from the flying metahuman. ”Dissonance, you could call me an ally within the cause or you could call me someone with a similar goal.” If there was one thing that Michael was good at, it was hearing himself talk. With a simple motion of his hand, Michael drew forth the Black Blade Misanthropy, its demonic screeches ringing through the air as he slashed out at two people closest to him, two humans that fell with cut wounds.

One of them would begin to twist, contorting and changing until they were no longer human; but a monster that was beyond human. The other however did not change, instead they simply stood to their feet as their wound closed, and the males eyes would glow a bright green. The imperfect rose to its feet, eight feet tall and with a tail that was just as long, flexible as people would scream in dismay at the…demon. ”I am Hyperion, and you sir have managed to pique my interest.” He admitted as the new ethereals would look upon Michael for a moment with utter reverence, not even paying attention to anything else.

Ethereal Servant Grids:

The city of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania was known as the city of brotherly love. That title seemed ironic in nature considered what this city's reputation was like. Seriously, the people of this city once threw snowballs at a guy dressed as Santa Claus for no reason. It is kind of a funny story though. Apparently trying to entertain a football team's fanbase with a poor entertainment display warrants quite the reaction. The sight of that incident was definitely more entertaining than what was said to be going on today. According to some rumors that John Capore had heard on the street, there was a meeting going on downtown for some anti-metahuman rally group thingy. What a great day to arrive in the city. Honestly he wasn't even aware of the fact that things like these were still happening. Last he heard that all the anti metahuman sentiment that had arisen post the destruction of New York had died down considerably to the point that things like this apparent thing that was happening downtown was a rarity. What was today? Anti metahuman day? Was that the new holiday? That would be a really stupid holiday. Then again it would probably be no stupider than a majority of the daily holidays that already existed.

John had mean't to go to some diner a few blocks from the motel, but went the wrong way without meaning to and got lost. How fun this was. At least he was on the right street. Now he just had to turn around and go back down this street and hope he doesn't miss the place on his way over. He did not want to be wandering up and down a street forever on end. As he began to turn around he saw where he also was. It was the place where that stupid rally was occuring. Dammit. He would stumble upon this thing. Conventions of hatred are not fun places to be. No, not at all. And of course, there would be screams coming from the people gathered. Why wouldn't there be screaming? Wait, screaming? What kind of rally was this? Were they watching a horror movie or something? And why were some of them now running away in fear going on about murder? "Oh no, I think I know what's happening." he thought to himself upon seeing and hearing all of this. Somebody decided to protest the protest and it's not going all that well. Yeah, that was definitely what had to be happening.

Edging through the crowd to get a better look led to him seeing those responsible for the sudden surge of chaos that was present. A few people were on the stage itself making quite the showing of themselves for all to see. John gazed a bit more and managed to recognize one of them. Well, that confirms it. Now what? Was he going to have to also make an uninvited appearance at this thing just to prevent this park from becoming bloodstained? Even though he wasn't exactly a fan of this whole 'cleanse the metas' thing they had been talking about, this was probably worse, and he definitely didn't like it. At least parks always provide plenty of places to hide out for a brief minute.

He was back in no time now in costume to confront those that had decided to go about killing people for no reason. Forcewave made his presence known via generating a barrier of energy around them and made his way onto the stage. "Hi there, I'm here for the meeting."

Bliss hated everything about Philadelphia. Finding a city more racist than Boston took some work, but only if you had never heard of Philadelphia. It made sense for people to distrust metahumans after New York, but it also made sense to hate science and guns. Maybe her ties to actually being a metahuman clouded her judgment, but if not for cloudy judgment, Bliss would be a pleasant person, so what the big deal is escaped Bliss for the moment.

The moment she stayed in was how much Philadelphia sucked. The founding fathers named it the capital of the United States. Then they decided to move the Capital to a literal swamp.

Once upon a time Bliss liked to keep her records to herself and kept a low profile. Now, she tells people she wants to keep a low profile as a way of bragging about how good at information she was while giving whoever cares about her existence quite the material to write on. In regards to the New York assault, Bliss did manage quite a remarkable feat of keeping a borough alive by freezing it over in an ice fortress, but in the wake of catastrophic destruction, Bliss lost the props she thought she deserved and became slightly bitter about it the way lemons are slightly bitter.

A warm breeze passed by. Other than smelling of Philadelphia it felt nice to Bliss with the hood of her sweatshirt hanging down and the arms pulled up to her elbows leaving her forearms exposed. She wore a simple pleated skirt around her mid thigh with boots hanging just below her knees while she looked out over the assembly. Things started off interesting enough with a crazed man talking about curing superhumans. Ten years ago Bliss might take this guy up on his offer, but she came to know how she can help herself and others with it.

Completely unlike the man who made things interesting on a different note. Two men both stood up to challenge the speaker, both seemed ominously intimidating. Bliss stood through intimidation before and knew she would weather one more storm. And, this time she would get some help from a costumed man. "Maybe we don't shout threats at a rally talking about how dangerous superhumans are." Bliss walked through the throngs of people clearing out. "This guy is stupid and doesn't know what he's talking about." She took her glasses off and put them inside of her sweathshirt. "But, you guys are really pissing me off. I can't even tell you to apologize and go home, because Mr Representative, I didn't vote for you and you're not superior to the guy who makes my coffee, so maybe you should step down before I give you a sound you can master."

Hyperion. This was a name he didn’t personally recognize but had heard it spoken by this new man’s follower. Something about the way he spoke was distinctly inhuman, definitely not a Meta himself. However, he offered his assistance to Dissonance’s cause evidently showing a similar disdain for humanity. It had never crossed his mind before, but perhaps there was space for help outside of Meta-humans. After all there were many species out there with as much reason to despise humanity as him. Hyperion’s entrance to the scenario contained such grandiose that his style couldn’t help but be admired, with a simple flick of his blade he transformed two humans into something altogether more useful, his crimson armor glinting in the sunlight as he did so.
“My friend I must say you put on quite a show for the camera’s,” Dissonance said as he addressed the man with a laugh in his voice, people were screaming and panicking, fleeing in all directions. By now he had descended to ground level again to meet with the man and finish what he came to do. However, before it could even start, a man wearing a dark cowl interrupted the meeting. A large energy barrier had formed revealing this man to be a Meta and a powerful one at that. A female shortly joined him, clearly upset by the events that had transpired, attempting to insult Dissonance with some childish remarks. What a shame.

“You fools would defy me and support this maniac,” He said grabbing Johnsons collar and lifting him up to his knees.
“Men like this must learn, we are a superior species. It is natural selection at it’s finest, evolution as it was always intended to be.”
Normally this match-up would have been slightly intimidating, but he had a feeling with Hyperion at his side that there was very little to worry about, depending on how he performed today he may have just made a strong ally. As he turned on Johnson he heard a faint but recognizable click behind him, one of the bodyguards had turned the safety off of his gun and dissonance could hear every gear turn as he pulled the trigger. He swung round and fired a pure beam of sound upward through man, launching him skyward and forcing his shot way off the mark. The man returned to earth at incredible speed, tearing through scaffolding and dismantling a large lighting rig as he did so. "These humans, don't deserve your effort."

Screams filled the air from the people too scared or too slow to get away from it all, reporters were frantically shouting whilst running with their cameraman afraid to stay but also capitalizing on the story. Dissonance knew that he had laid down the gauntlet for the ‘Heroes’ and that in all likelihood they wouldn’t be happy. It was probably time to get things moving.
“Hyperion, if you could try not to kill them and instead just show them their error I would be very grateful…” He said turning to the man who now stood at his side. With one arm he offered up the two heroes and commented “Aside from that. After you.”

Eyes hidden by the black visors of the void helmet would narrow as he watched the villain posture, increasing the image that he cast over the humans of his self-imposed superiority. He would credit Michael for the show that he had put on for the cameras, red cloth fluttering in the wind as he looked up to the sonokinetic with mild interest. To think that someone with such a power over sound existed, and with that power they could cause the chaos that they were causing now. He would begin to descend, coming closer to the one that had called themselves an ally of him, and an enemy of humanity. If they wanted to see a demon, then he would show them what a demon was, the thing that their god seemed to damn. Hermes would stand a few steps behind him with arms crossed over his chest much like Michael’s, a small smile formed upon his lips.

”I saw this meeting going on and I couldn't ignore such a chance to educate them.” Hyperion seemed to note to the mention of his showmanship, burying the tip of Misanthropy into the ground with an earthy crunch, yet not letting go of the metallic hilt. A voice caught his attention, red armored individual turning to a dark hooded individual that sounded all too familiar, Michael smirking upon recognizing the one that had interrupted them at a time like this. He had created a large barrier around them, one that would reduce the chance of escape, as if he expected to want to escape from this male. He had other plans however for this newcomer, one that seemed to be fighting to protect such a weak species as humanity, especially when he was so powerful.

The idea that the potential would be wasted was almost sad, but he would not waste his time mourning wasted potential. Almost as if on que from the people that had stepped into the fray, the sonokinetic would make his point as quickly as possible. One of the humans would turn a weapon upon both Michael and Dissonances, though it seemed that it was mostly Dissonance that all attention was on. He was the orchestrator of this chaos, and Hyperion had simply added to the mayham. One could not see it, but Michael was smirking darkly under the helmet, removing Misanthropy from the ground and brandishing it before second guessing his decision. A man was put through the set that had served to allow the human to spew his ignorance, metal twisting under forth that would likely kill the human. ”Well now, isn’t this interesting.” Michael muttered with the same demonic reverb that tainted his voice.

His attention however turned to Bliss, something about her gall amusing him, especially for the inferior of the species. ”You two let me and the master of sound handle this.” Michael said simply to the Imperfect and Ethereal that he had created, the large creature letting out a low growl before stepping backward. He would glare at the Asian female for a moment before then deciding to make any sort of action as he took a stepped forward a few steps. ”I find it rich that the inferior half of a meager species finds that it has the right to decided what is superior to what.” Hyperion scoffed at the female flourishing with misanthropy, clearing any residual blood and then pointing the blade. With a slight of hand, he would draw a pistol as black as the void from nowhere, with sections that were white as ebony and with the pull of the trigger he would unleash a burst of Dark Ethereal energy upon the woman.

At a park, in Philadelphia, Fairmount Park to be more specific. What a wonderful place to play host to what was currently happening. The sun hung overhead as the trees swayed in the wind and people ran around screaming in terror as a select few looked ready to massacre each other. Wait, that last part didn't sound right. Sure enough however, it was what was going on. Troublesome situations seem to be simply unavoidable no matter where you go, or what you do. Then again a rally such as this was just begging for something to go wrong. No amount of precaution would have been to prevent everything that could possibly occur at such a thing.

It all started off with some guy preaching about metahumans needing to be cured. Then some other guy came on the stage and started preaching about said same individuals taking over the world. Then a third guy joined him in the preaching and then the violence rang out. Why does it always lead to violence? Anyways, because of said violence, Forcewave decided to intervene. It wasn't very long after he made his presence known, like well under a minute actually, that somebody else showed up to do the same as he was. A woman emerged from the crowd and began to berate the two who were causing all this trouble, and wait, isn't that Bliss? What was she doing here? Then again she could probably ask that same of him.

The two guys leading this campaign of terror activities took offense to having their efforts interfered with. The overused insult that is "you fools" was the very first to be heard and similar ones followed just as one could suspect. Seriously, this guy sounded like he rehearsed this stuff in front of a mirror the other day. He decided to try and back up his cliche speech with an act of intimidation by blasting a police officer away with a single motion. Forcewave unfortunately couldn't do anything to stop that, but did strengthen the barrier to prevent them from attacking anybody else for the time being. The course of actions that he witnessed as he kept them contained made it obvious which one he would have to deal with for the time being. It would not be the one whom he recognized from before that enjoyed talking about himself and possessed a short temper, but the apparent ringleader of this little circus of fear. Of course he would deal with the one that spoke like a saturday morning cartoon villain. It didn't appear however, that the other two would be doing much. Though that was not something that either Bliss or he could consider a certainty.

The one guy had asked the hyperion person to deal with both himself and Bliss. Perhaps his guard was down. Though that was not something he would rely on. Forcewave was already on the same stage as them, so it was a simple straightforward path for him to take to get to them. He started to walk forward before he began to run to get to right where they were in almost an instant and even though it looked like he was going after Hyperion, whom could easily be considered the bigger thread of the two since he was the one who had brought forth those two monsters via some method that seemed familiar to him, Forcewave instead went right for Dissonance. A flash of lightning could briefly be seen as he aimed to elbow him square in his chest before following it up with a glancing blow directed at his jaw.

Before things could get better, they took a turn for the ultimate end. Dissonance executed a man standing before his rival in front of a large enough group of people to spread the story quick enough for all the hear, but right now, Bliss needed to worry about herself and the threat looming before her. Dissonance and Hyperion knew the man they killed represented a future threat, but needed to deal with the current one at their doorsteps.

"That guy is wearing a hood, talking about curing the impure, and babbling about pseudo religious blabbering, and you guys are completely outdoing him in being the worst things here." Bliss watched as Dissonance cut through the man standing just before the ill-intended rally leader. "Well I was thinking of surrendering to save some people, but I guess I'm in it until the end now." Her fingers cracked and she prepared to make people ugly.

Picking a fight with a man willing to kill for a new race drew Bliss' determination, until someone directly called her attention. Once the insult doused in misogyny hit Bliss' ear, she took a full three-sixty to see if the insult meant to find someone else. Nope. "Okay, I can excuse racism, but I'm going to have to draw the line at..." A burst of energy shot from a black and white pistol towards Bliss, sending her out of the open to find cover. "I can excuse, sexism and racism, but I'm drawing the line at shooting at me." Bliss shot her hands down and prepared to get belligerent with some telekinetic blasts, not directed at Mike, but instead directed at the scaffolding from which the rally leader spat his madness.

Her energy choked back, when her new ally rushed across the stage to do battle with the ringleader of the counter revolution. Bliss knew the man speaking with such a thick condescension would either back it up with experience or collapse quickly under the weight of his arrogance. With the barrage of blasts breaking around her barricade, she choose the former. A quick roll took her behind a car, placing a police barricade and a row of parked cars between her and a weapon with no end.

Her blast might not penetrate his armor, but she could blind him for a bit. Bliss angled herself down and fired a powerful blast into the car, lifting it off the ground and shooting it towards Hyperion. With whatever reprieve she bought with those actions, she would make for the police barricade and try to get close enough to shoot a blast of energy to dislodge the gun from his hand.  Riding the momentum, she would get close enough to make the full blasts of her energy resonate through the metal tin suit Hyperion hid behind, hopefully doing concussive damage to the meat and bones rattling underneath it all. "Now who's in the inferior position?"

Hyperion had called off his minions for now, evidently saving them for if the situation got too out of hand. After being offered the two rebels, he had clearly taken an interest in the female, making derogatory remarks towards her and antagonizing the individual immensely. He began his attack by removing a dark gun of some kind, with contrasting sections of brilliant white and firing blast of dark energy towards her. Dissonance was intrigued, never had he seen technology such as this. It was mystical in appearance, clearly not of this world and the energy that it fired was unrecognizable all together. Already he felt like he had been distracted for too long and he knew there would be time for these questions later. For now he would have the other of the ‘Heroes’ to deal with, no doubt an individual that would not see the light and fight by his side.

Suddenly a flash of lightning momentarily stunned Dissonance as he was caught off guard by the man’s attack. An elbow cracked him directly in the chest before he even had time to react, causing more discomfort than pain and momentarily setting him off balance. A follow up hook was enough to cause him to lose his footing altogether and find himself tumbling to the ground with some force. His hands met the floor first allowing him to quickly regain his footing should the individual persist. He should have known better than to let himself be distracted, as now Forcewave had supplied the first hit and taken the upper hand. It was clear that this man was not one to be taken lightly, his moves swift and confident, a trained fighter. His area-covering shield had not faltered with this attack either, showing a great amount of control over his mind and body. It was a shame really that he was part of the opposition.

Before he would have time for a follow up attack Dissonance used his speed to gain some distance from the man and set up an attack of his own. He leapt into the air and turned, hovering above a battle that was developing between Hyperion and Bliss, cars flying and energy still blasting all over the area. Few people now remained in the area, guards and staff were still trapped on the stage but the civilians from the crowd had mostly dissipated and the news camera’s along with them, leaving an eerie sort of calm and silence covering the area. The silence was only broken by the beating of the blades on a gleaming red helicopter, treating the scenario like it was nothing more than a high-speed car chase, or some other insignificant event, which had now replaced the vans and camera crews that had previously lined the park.

It appeared as though Hyperion knew what he was doing so all of Dissonances attention was now firmly focused on the matter at hand. He raised both hands in front of him and fired three blasts of concussive sound directly towards the black hooded individual, his cape launching itself backwards from the force of each blast. Every one of the attacks was less than a second, as Dissonance had no intention of underestimating the speed and skill of Forcewave.

It seemed that the female took exception to the remarks thrown her way, something about how she could excuse the racism and sexism. Mike however did not see it as such, but simply stating the obvious, as the females of a species were always weaker, physically and mostly mentally, or so he had even noted within a race such as the Ethereals. The counter attack that was prepared for his single shot was not expected, as distortions within the air originated from the Asian woman and disjointed the scaffolding, as well as creating herself some manner of barricade that managed to dampen if not disperse the powerful shot of Ethereal energy that should have eviscerated anything within its path. Michael growled lowly, baring his teeth under the helmet as his mind quickly came up with a possible counter to the power that the woman seemed to display.

His eyes however caught sight of something rushing towards him rapidly, something that caused the air to ripple around it and sent his mind on full alert, but that was too late however. The force of the power would catch him full in the stomach and throw Michael against the stage that the humans had been speaking upon, drawing a low pained sound from Michael as his breath was thrown from him. It was possible that he would get some manner of bruise from the attack, maybe a cracked rib or something like that. In the least Mike had some perspective on how powerful that attack was, and could better deal with it. Within that moment she would release a car at him, his eyes widening for a moment before thinking up a counter as Michael shot forward into a roll that allowed him to avoid being crushed under the car, landing on his knees with weapons still in hand as the vehicle would roll along until the stage stopped it.

Now he had a grip on her power, and when the blast came, Michael quickly moved his hand up and found the weapon being thrown from his hand as it clattered along the ground and a jarring sensation ran through the limb. It was time that he stopped holding back as the woman seemed to ride the momentum of the blasts and closed to distance, ending that with another burst yet that did not end so well. The two demonic eyes on his armor, and within an instant it would seem that a black void rimmed with reed would open and devour the force that the woman was releasing, as Michael reached for the gun and with a beckoning motion it would seem to shoot to him, hand wreathed with a grey energy. Michael smirked bringing the weapon to where it was directed at the woman that was now closer to him.

”I don’t know, I would have to ask the one that was stupid enough to get so close to the guy with the gun.” He sneered condescendingly, deciding to prolong this some and with a burst of speed would aim to pistol whip her as people called it.

After what could be described as a mad dash, Forcewave could feel the crook of his elbow connect with the man's chest just as he had intended. The first part of the surprise attack was entirely successful, and the second part would soon follow. The one-two combination worked out just as planned and sure enough, this Dissonance person that he had attacked fell to the ground as a result of his actions. Well, he was off to a good start. Usually things don't start off this well. As the man attempted to recover from the sudden onslaught he had just suffered through, Forcewave half turned away from him to see what was going on around him. Specifically what was happening with Bliss and Hyperion. From what he could see, Bliss seemed to have the upper hand so far. That was certainly advantageous for both her and himself that they got off to such a good start. Who knows how long this would last however. If they kept up their efforts properly then this might go over well.

With what was going on in the battle between Bliss and Hyperion, he could tell he was not in a very safe spot standing not that far from Hyperion while a bunch of attacks were fired back and forth at each other. Granted he could use this opportunity to attack him from behind while the other one was down, but the room to do it in was minimal. In fact he could already see that window of opportunity closing as he forced to get out of the way as Bliss sent a car flying in this direction. Forcewave leapt off the stage and to the closest thing to safety he could get to right now as the car crashed into the stage and caused the front part of it to collapse.

He looked back to fully witness the results of all that and saw that somebody was missing. Where did that one guy who had been talking a lot go? Did he make a break for it while Forcewave had been distracted by the incoming vehicle? Forcewave looked around for him and didn't see him anywhere until the sound of an incoming helicopter caused him to look up and notice him just as something started coming his way. Not just one thing, but several of this guy's attacks were flying right at him. Forcewave was barely able to react in time to try and either dodge or block these incoming attacks. With no real time to consider his options, instinct alone made him attempt to block these three blasts by quickly generating a barrier in front of him. The attacks collided against it as soon as it was formed and eventually broke through as he was trying to get out of their way. He was knocked off his feet by the resulting impact, but as he fell to the ground, he launched a blast of his own at the one known as Dissonance to try and keep him from capitalizing on it.

Forcewave quickly leapt to his feet and looked up towards the guy who was suspended in midair now. "Okay." he told himself. "Let Bliss deal with that guy. She seems to have a handle on it. I need to concentrate on this one for the time being." he thought before trying to plan out his next move. What little remained of that one barrier he had made to keep people trapped on the stage suddenly dissipated as he now saw no further need for it. Instead that energy would be put to a different use. Forcewave then fired a beam of energy at Dissonance that split into a dozen smaller ones about halfway between them and they all started flying in different directions at different speeds as each other. Some of these beams even flew behind Dissonance so that he wouldn't be able to keep track of all of them at once. He then quickly fired a second one that was moving at high speed and was aimed directly at him.

A little too full of herself. It came to mind as she watched Michael dart past her. She showed what she could do and now he came back to do the same with a vengeance. Her eyes fixed themselves upon the grip of the weapon, watching for some hint of where he would aim it. The blunt force of the gun sweeping across her face came as a shock, as did the hard embrace of the concrete beneath her. Now, the fight came from a different vantage point, a point she did not feel comfortable looking from.

"Out of bullets?" Bliss threw her leg up in an outward sweeping motion to try and kick the gun from his hand. She would throw her right leg underneath her to propel  swing around and kick at Hyperion's leg just below the knee. A good placement of her blast would do wonders, and if he could kneel down a bit it would help her blast would find a perfect spot in his contracted gut. Now she needed to do something about her position before he brought a boot down on her.

This guy probably had a point. Getting out of immediate range sounded better than giving him a free shot, but her problem came with his speed. She could never outrun him, and he would always keep her in the crosshairs, so she threw caution to the wind. She unzipped her sweatshirt and held a sleeve in each hand with the torso of the jacket between her. Throwing it around Hyperion's hand would allow her try and twist his arm with a little more leverage than her inadequate strength would usually allow her. If Hyperion tried wresting his arm free, Bliss could let go of the sweatshirt and immediately press her hands against his chest and let loose a shot against "Are you even a guy? Or did you just not get a date in high school; I'm assuming you spend most of your time on the internet."

Bliss darted to a the doorway of a building meters away. Fighting in the open would only give Hyperion too much leeway. She wanted him enclosed where his speed would amount to nothing. Bliss wanted to knock this guy down a peg.

Forcewave had regained his focus and raised a barrier of some sort, moments before the attack hit. The impact was imminent, dissipating two of the blast but crumbling before the third allowing a direct contact with the hero’s chest. The hero was knocked from his feet and Dissonance began to prepare another blast that would follow. However, he had kept himself focused and noticed the hero fire a blast his way, which he only narrowly managed to avoid by diving left. He was momentarily thrown off balance as the blast yanked his cape behind him, pulling him backward from the neck. Dissonance couldn’t help but smile as he thought to himself; this guy was good, really good. Admittedly he was on the wrong side of the fight, but nonetheless he was exhibiting true skill, which was something to be admired. He was back on his feet within seconds of the blast, a feat no regular human would achieve.

Hearing murmured sounds of panic behind him Dissonance turned to look at the source. The individuals on the stage suddenly felt very exposed as the shield that had previously protected them evaporated leaving them wide open. This was not good news, Forcewave had previously managed to fire attacks and take a direct hit while still keeping this shield active, if he was taking it down he was preparing for something big. He released a beam of energy directly towards Dissonance, which would have been easy enough to dodge as he had anticipated an attack this time. Moving out of the path he was surprised when suddenly the beam split into dozens of smaller beams that spread out and homed in on him. He dived backwards as the first beams soared over his head a third one narrowly clipping his shoulder. Another part of the attack had arced round and slammed into the base of his spine, pushing him forward into an onslaught from both sides.

The shock was such that Dissonance lost all focus and began free falling from the sky, plummeting back to earth. He managed to stop himself meters before impact and regain sight of Forcewave, who was already preparing his next blast. A follow up beam launched directly at Dissonance, who was quick but not quite enough to avoid the attack entirely. His left shoulder was pummeled by the blast, nothing quite broken but intense pain was imminent. In a small retaliation he fired another strong attack at the hero whilst composing himself. Lifting himself into the air he followed this attack up by rocketing at full speed towards Forcewave, attempting to fire a close-up pulse directly into the mans chest and launch him backward across the field. This close up attack would hopefully catch him off guard and if successful would serve purpose to create a bit more distance in the fight.

The sound of the pistol slamming into the females face had a certain feel to it, one that Michael took enjoyment from as he quickly took a few steps back as she fell to the ground harshly. The woman would utter something, and Hyperion of course had a retort to that, though the kick that was aimed to kick the weapon of his hand his caught him nearly off guard, eyes following muscle movements and correctly guessing where she was planning to aim that attack, though it still connected and managed to send the weapon skittering again. He was of course not left without a weapon, Misanthropy still held within his free hand and more than ready to be used if he so needed to.

With a little repositioning he would prepare to swing The Black Blade, but the woman managed to slow him down by using telekinesis and her shirt to bind his hands long enough for her to make a rather swift seeming escape. Still that left him with the fabric that was binding him, and took a lot of effort to tear, as it would soon fall to the ground. With a mental command the pistol would return to himself, fingers curling around it welcomingly, as he examined it more out of habit than actual need to. Sighing he followed the movements of the female, seemingly to a more enclosed space, where his speed would likely be made worthless.

However he would prove to her how useless that tactic would be, how he was more than simply speed. Within a matter of seconds Michael darted through the doorway, eyes scanning the area for where Bliss was located and quickly swinging Misanthropy in her direction.

That, worked out well. Much better than expected. Forcewave thought he was going to have to pull off a bunch of forms of trickery all within a short time span to pull that off, but it just worked out well. That first of the two attacks he had used that he had split into a bunch of smaller ones not only hit Dissonance, but also knocked him right out of the sky despite that not being the true intent of them. With that being the case the real attack became more of a followup attack. How fortunate for him and very unfortunate for the other guy. Yeah, that's the word that fit best.

The second attack would wind up arcing downwards towards the ground and running along it towards its initial target as he had fallen out of the sky due to the first one. Forcewave looked at him to see the results of this. It too, hit, this time nailing him in the left shoulder. He could see however that this guy wasn't done though. Not yet anyways. Still, he was taking a big risk continuing all things considered. It was one he seemed more than willing to take however. Because of that, the fight would go on. To prove this another attack was sent by him right at Forcewave. Actually, make that two. The first was another energy blast. The second, Dissonance himself charging through the sky just above the ground. "Okay then. Here we go." he thought because this was a familiar move to him. Heck, it was one even he had done a few times before. So of course, he knew of ways to counter it. He could probably end this next move. It might kill him though. Something he would prefer not to do. However he couldn't let him just attack. If he did, Forcewave himself could wind up dead, and then Bliss would be all alone to deal with both of these guys by herself. He really couldn't let them happen. Well, time to take a bit of a risk. With this combination attack of Dissonance's approaching ever closer, Forcewave made his move.

All of the beams that still flew around above except for one came down and formed a fence of sorts turning Dissonance's flight path into a narrow one. Now there would no real escape as a corridor of energy had been formed around them and was slowly closing in on them. With that in place he went forward with his next action. Forcewave charged up energy for an attack as the last remaining beam came down right between Dissonance and his own attack mainly intending to cause a bit of a delay in his flight path. Once Dissonance's blast reached him he quickly blocked it and fired one of his own in one swift motion as the energy fence closed in on them.