[RS] Distracting SPECTRE

[Devyn Solway]

Devyn had signed up to be a part of the whole plan to save the students that were trapped at the SPECTRE base. She didn't actually recall all that much from what was said at Elsa's meeting since she had been fighting back her power from taking over her. All Devyn really knew what that she was on the Distract Team along with some kids she didn't even know; other than Aurora from seeing her at the Security Try-outs, adults she did not know either, and then Sorcha; or SE as she liked to call her. Sorcha was in charge of this team for the mission, she was calling the shots. The group’s mission was to stage a frontal assault of some kind to attract the attention of the SPECTRE agents and keep it for as long as they could. It was a very dangerous mission, since they were going to end up in direct combat with SPECTRE agents once they caught their attention. If they could first get as many of them outside and then pull them into the terrain, then they ideally would have the advantage.

All of that didn't matter to Devyn at the moment. Her emotions were whirling the whole way there and now that they were in position she found herself unable to hold herself back any longer as her eyes were already a dark green and every shadow she came close to on the way here pulled in her direction. If Sorcha or anyone was giving out orders Devyn didn't hear them as the shadows pulled up her body. No one could stop her from transforming. The shadow smoke appearing, circling around her as the shadows consumed her body and then took on the form of the shadow beast. Soon as her form was complete Devyn surged forward, her feelings causing her to already to have little control over the dire wolf sized creature. They are my ally’s, don't hurt them. Devyn just repeated that in her head over and over. It would suck if she ended up hurting the people that were on her side, but knew that it was very possible. So long as they stayed out of her soulless and unblinking white eyes, they should have been fine.

The various vehicles outside the facility were not safe however as Devyn went for those for her attack. She remembered that their purpose was to not kill anyone or to be killed. Devyn could not promise that since if someone shot at her, well it was likely she was going to attack to kill. All she had was fangs and claws after all; she had to use her body. Sure she could say body check them to knock them out, but right now she focused on full on charging at a vehicle. Slamming into it so hard it put a dent in it and made it fall over on its side. The alarm already going off. Devyn was not watching and nor did she care what the other people on the team where doing. She had already begun her attack and the sound of the alarms from the vehicles that Devyn was busy mauling and destroy enough to get them to start leaking gas and hoping that they would end up exploding.


{{Note: They do have protective gear on, if people were unsure}}
{{Tags: Sorcha Adams, Joseph Enders, Ayane Somerfield, & Alexander Wallander}}

[Ayane Somerfield]

Ayane somewhat nervously adjusted the straps on her gear, she wasn't entirely sure why they had given her protective gear though to begin with, her armour was more resiliant than pretty much any other kind of protection that they could offer her. She pulled her sidearm out of it's chest holster and checked the safety, and then her spare magazines. Her hazel eyes slowly glazing over the weapon.

It had been a couple of months since he had to fire her weapon. It had been even longer since she had to do anything even remotely similair to what they were about to do. The last thing that came to mind was when they were dealing with a bunch of armed gang members in chicago, and even that paled in comprasion to what they were about to do.

She was unsure, to say the least about having a 17 year old student with them on this mission, which was most likely the most dangerous of the missions with the highest risk of death. Did he even know what he was getting himself into? Would he follow orders if he had to? Ayane guessed she would just have to wait and see, and trust Sorcha's judgement in the matter.

She was also nervous that their mission was an attack on a government facility. This was not because of fear for her life or because of fear for those directly around her, but rather it was the fact that their actions today could very possibly reflect positively or negatively on mutant kind for a long time to come. 

But they had her students. Innocent, harmless, kids. And they had been torturing them, one way or another she was going to do something about that. Her shakieness a waves of anxiety calmed, to be replaced by a cold detirmination to do her part in this mission right.
 
She watched as Devyn shifted into a shadowy beast with some kind of morbid curiosity, and then she obsereved the large creature begin the assault. Ayane turned to Sorcha and shrugged "Well, it look like Devyn decided to start without us." She drew her sidearm for real this time and stood in ready position, either to recieve the order to go, or to see Sorcha follow suit.

[Joseph Enders]

Enders stood dressed in all black a compression shirt on top black tactical catch pants on bottom, waiting. This wasn't going to end well no matter how the operation went, it was ill planned and the Marine could taste the hate in the air. To many emotions running around could seriously jeopardize the mission. He had looked at the list for the separate operations and it didn't surprise him he was on the distraction front, he was able to not only lay waste over a large area he could provide cover with his crystal spires.

As the assault apparently got under way as the black monster launched itself forward Enders stood for a moment with his fellow mutants the words of the father of the atomic bomb and arguably mutant kind came from his lips. "We knew the world would never be the same. A few people laughed, a few people cried, most people were silent. I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad-Gita. Vishnu is trying to persuade the Prince that he should do his duty, and, to impress him, takes on his multi armed form and says 'Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds'. I suppose we all thought that, one way or another. " 

Enders said nothing else his eyes had remained forward as he had spoke the words of their father and has he pulled the black half mask over his mouth he couldn't help but see the irony those words held as the children of the atom committed the first act in what could only lead to a slew of fear, anger and hate. War approched, so to do his part Enders stepped out towards the base crystals spreading out around him causing the ground to shine. The sight was almost beautiful for a half second before the ground erupted in large spires sending ground, earth, and vehicles into the air. It would fall to Enders to keep his fellow mutants safe today so he did it by littering the ground with crystal spires for them to take cover behind. Walking towards the base he was nothing but a black silhouette except for the pair of shinning blue eyes that pierced through intent on his target. 

(Sorry for quality guys on vaca can't post much gonna do best had to get this in on phone)

[Sorcha Adams]

Things were finally being set into motion and Sorcha was doing the best she could to contain her nerves. She was heading the Distraction team for the rescue mission. It was arguably the mot dangerous part of the mission as they'd be on the front lines confronting the SPECTRE agents personally. They'd be doing the fighting while the others infiltrated the base and did what they could to find and retrieve the kids that had been detained there.

She was nervous about the fighting itself, but more so about being in charge of the operation. She was rarely put in charge of mundane tasks at the school, nevermind something that could mean life or death for everyone involved. She was nervous on behalf of her teammates, particularly the underage kids that had been brought along though her views on that didn't particularly matter in the end. She was nervous about having to be the one to pull the trigger so to speak and set everything into motion. If she made a misstep it could cost her her life or the lives of one or more of her teammates and she didn't really want to have that kind of weight on her shoulders.

But it was what it was and she was going to be doing the best she could with the situation at hand. She was a security officer at the school and it was her job to protect the students and the rest of the staff. SPECTRE had taken a number of her students captive and was no doubt making their stay in the facility as uncomfortable as humanly possible. They would be lucky if all of the kids were still alive, though she didn't want to think about that. She didn't want to think at all. Her anger had steadily been growing alongside her nerves and she was much more willing to give her attention to the former and allow that anger and the protectiveness she felt for her students to demand her attention.

Orders were not to kill any of the agents, simply to engage and to draw them away from their facility and into the nearby environment where she'd have a much stronger advantage along with Devyn and Alexander. Ayane and Joesph would have to do the best they could with the rough terrain just like the agents. Sorcha couldn't promise that she wouldn't allow any deaths at her hand or the hands of her teammates. She'd do what she could to prevent an outright slaughter, but when it came down to it and it was ether kill or be killed, she'd protect herself and her team whatever it took. The staff didn't want to believe that this was a war, in fact the Bellefonte girl had made it a point to emphasize it during the briefing. But only an idiot would think that a war wasn't on its way. It might not be happening yet, but this skirmish could very well be the deciding factor.

Sorcha herself had yet to strike a particularly imposing figure. She'd agreed to wearing the protective gear but had needed it fitted to her feline form so until she shifted she was stuck standing in oversized clothing and looking rather silly while she did. Shoes had been refused but she'd allowed a bullet proof vest and some cargo shorts. A cheap belt had been fished out of her room and a strategic incision had been made in the material so that it would keep her pants up but would break easily once she shifted rather than eating up precious time with its removal. She had little use for firearms.

"You were all at the briefing, so I don't think I need to bog you down with details. Our job is distraction. Make as much of a commotion as you can to draw the agents out and then steer them away from the facility and into the surrounding terrain without making it obvious. Don't let anything slip about the rest of the teams and don't kill anyone if you can help it, but keep them busy or disabled for as long as possible." Short and to the point and hopefully clear enough that the others could do their jobs sufficiently. There were two other staff members on the team so she assumed they'd be able to conduct themselves appropriately and help her keep an eye on the younger kids.

One of which apparently had decided that the overview was old news and that it was up to her to get things rollings. Devyn hadn't wasted any time in attacking the nearest vehicles and setting off their alarms. The shifter wasn't pleased but there wasn't much that could be done once the commotion started so she simply waved the others on while Enders began rearranging the field with spires to their advantage.

She wasted no more time and shifted into her own animal form, the belt snapping and falling away as her waist grew and the vest fitting snugly once her full size had been reached, leaving her standing at seven feet tall, composed almost entirely of lean muscle and equipped with very large teeth and claws. Her long tail lashed back and forth while she flexed her padded fingers and extended her claws before bellowing a roar at the facility's closed doors. She didn't doubt the building was equipped with security cameras so the personnel probably already knew they were there. A little theatrics didn't hurt, though. As long as they were perceived as a threat the agents would come to deal with them and then they could get things underway.

Weaving around the newly erected spires and keeping half an eye on her teammates she joined Devyn in tearing up the surrounding vehicles and anything else she could sink her claws into. She was eager to get into the wilder terrain and start picking people off, but first they'd need to draw someone out.

[Ayane Somerfield]

Ayane nodded gently as the others moved on the base. She took a moment to centre herself. Closing her eyelids and taking a slow breath. It was a breathing exercise her grandfather had taught her to do before grading matches, which she had found extremely useful in the force. She opened her eyes, feeling a little more focused.

The black haired woman cracked her knuckles and felt energy crackle around her as she manifested the first stage of her Armour. She became surrounded in a shroud of purple energy, almost like a cloak thinly draped over her body. She gained about an inch in height from it and her footsteps had slightly more weight to them.

Feeling ready, she sprinted towards the base at about athelete speed and drew her hand gun, firing two swift shots into the air in an area of the base where it would eco. She then spotted a large pole with cables attached, it looked like it had some kind of communication dish at the top of it, She spun on her heel and kicked it, cracking the wood.

She held out her hand and allowed another purple construct to appear, this time a katana, she swiftly cut through the stump swiftly and then turned to watch it falling on the base with a loud groan and then thud. She stood in front of the entrance where people would most likely spill through with Katana in hand. "Timber." she said flatly. 

[Alexander Wallander]

Xander spent the entire car trip watching the window. He didn't say a word the entire trip and when they arrived he stayed in the car. There wasn't much he could do until the agents came. He wasn't strong and he wasn't loud. He sat in the seat with the door open, watching everyone do their thing. Devyn was already going at it. The shadow wolf was trashing things. The man he didn't recognize said something he barely recognized and he didn't really care enough to actually listen. Then there were crystals throwing stuff around. The woman in charge gave the whole 'you know what to do speech' and then turned into a jaguar. The other woman was now cloaked in a purple shroud. Xander nodded a 'not bad'.

Xander sighed and slid off the seat. He wasn't wearing any protective gear because it'd be pretty useless. When he was a 7 foot long, 1 foot diameter slithering tube, the gear would just slide off, the same with his clothes. He was wearing the same thing he was at the briefing, an over-sized t-shirt and a pair of basket-ball shorts. They'd be easy to slip out of once he was in full snake mode. With a blink his blue eyes turned light brown filling the sclera, and pupil diamond shaped. Soon his body started to fuse into one single limb, his body stretching to 7 feet. He was then slithering across the ground, leaving his clothes behind. He swerved between crystals and creatures to spiral up a pillar and wait for the enemies. While he waited, he thought about Vera. He hoped she was safe. He hoped everyone was safe to be honest.

[Devyn Solway]

If Devyn had been less full of mixed emotions she would have taken the time to flirt with pretty much everyone that was on her team. Well maybe not so much the Alexander kid since she was pretty sure he was the same age as her. Devyn liked older people and the kid did not really look like the type to actually know what he was doing in a relationship or whatever. All the adults however, they had to have experience. She didn't know the other two on a personal level like she did Sorcha, but that would not have stopped her from flirting at least a little bit. Joseph seemed like a tough guy and had a roguish handsomeness about him. Ayane was attractive yes, so again Devyn would have been up for flirting with her. Plus there was Sorcha, Devyn's SE and she would have one hundred percent have wanted to flirt with her. However, Devyn was not feeling herself at the moment, already in less control over this form even if she had not been in it long.

She honestly did not care what the others were doing, she had things to distract her, but even still these cars were not enough. The cars were not the ones that hurt Zoe, people did, and members of SPECTRE did. They were the ones that should be being crushed, knocked over and broken. The crystals coming out of the ground made Devyn snap to where the source of the vibrations was coming from. Threat. Then something that had fur joined in destroying cars; which would help keep anyone from leaving. Threat. Sound of cracking, and the ground shaking a little at the tree making contact with the ground at some point. Threat. Something on one of the crystals, too high up. Not a problem at the moment. Threats around her, but they were not the enemy, she had to keep it together and not turn on them. Devyn didn't know if their enemy was coming or not, but she could smell other life besides the ones that where around her now.

It would only be a matter of time anyways before someone or more so people would appear. They had made plenty enough noise and caused a nice amount of destruction that only if people were deep underground would they possibly miss this. That...was actually possible. Could have been why no one was up here yet. Yet as she was thinking that, a few SPECTRE agents that where closer towards the entrance did start to appear, clearly in confusion as one ran off to inform their boss while the others moved to get some weapons and get a closer look of just what was going on.

[Sorcha Adams]

Tearing apart the vehicles in the parking area was a good way to release some of the nervous energy and aggression that had been steadily building since the mission had first been announced. However, Sorcha was quickly beginning to crave the feeling of flesh under her claws and between her teeth. She was a predator and the urge to hunt as well as the territorial instincts she had concerning the school and its residents only grew stronger when she slipped into her fur. She needed to teach the intruders and the thieves a lesson, to effectively drive them away from her territory and her people. She'd tear apart as much flesh as she needed to in order to get the message across.

Devyn was continuing to wreak havoc, the snake shifter was finding a secure perch, Ayane was taking down some kind of dish and Enders was working on the terrain. There was more than enough noise and destruction going on to begin drawing the agents out, but there seemed to be some sort of delay in their response. Either they were taking their time to assess the situation before responding or the facility was larger than it looked and the delay had more to do with making it to the door than it did with strategy.

However, it didn't take too much longer before the doors opened and the first confused looking body appeared followed by a few others. The agents were dressed for combat, each wearing varying degrees of protective gear and nearly all of them carrying a firearm. They would be shooting to kill so they'd be aiming for the head and the chest. Sorcha didn't have anything on to protect her head which meant she'd have to keep moving to give them a more difficult target to hit. She could survive a bullet wound to the arms or the legs, but a shot to the skull could still prove deadly.

The shifter stood to her full height, her tail lashing back and forth in irritation and the detached door from a nearby van hanging in one hand while agents began to access the situation and prepared to respond. She didn't need her enhanced hearing to catch the sounds of guns cocking and fingers bumping against triggers as their opponents moved. It wouldn't be long before there were bullets tearing through the air and knives looking for their throats.

There wasn't any time to waste on counting numbers or waiting for someone on the other side to fully grasp what was happening and to make the first move. The door in her grasp was lifted and with a quick spin she hurled it in their direction hoping to at least knock down a few individuals at the very least. Once the metal was out of her grasp she ducked behind the nearest crystal spire to take cover from any gunfire. They'd have to come to her to get a clear shot and they'd be sorry when they did.

[Alexander Wallander]

As the doors to building swung open, Xander curled his body towards the agents. His tongue flicked in anger. These people, these simple humans, came into his home and took what belonged to him, they took his family and they were going to pay. He didn't have anyone he was exceptionally close to kidnapped, but they still mattered to him. They literally took someone he lived with. His roommate was in there. His dorm had been exceptionally quiet once Frank wasn't there and that was more than enough to put him on edge until today.

Xander slid down from his crystal and winded across the ground towards the feet of his enemies. The zig-zag motion of his snake-movement was enough to avoid the bullets, at least the little bit of it he was getting, as he wasn't quite noticed by many of them yet. He wound around the ankles of one of the agents, to be shot at would be to risk shooting the agent, and he knew most of them wouldn't take that chance, and he'd just have to live with the ones who did decide to take that risk. He tightened his body around the legs, tightening himself more and more as he moved up the body. Once he got to the chest, he was tight enough to restrict breathing. Xander kept tightening himself until he heard the crack of ribs and even then tightened himself more. He let out a hiss as a warning to the others before winding off the agent and back towards the safety of the crystals.

At one point Xander was sure a bullet grazed him, but that wasn't enough to stop him. He just kept slithering until he was coiled behind a crystal. He watched the rest of the team to decide what the next move was. He remained in defensive position, ready to chomp down at any agent that dared to get too close.

[Winston C. DuFrense]

A few strings would have to be pulled, but it could possibly be done. They had gotten all they were going to get from them and focus ought to be diverted to other endeavours. The fact that they weren't even a threat was the worse part. Certainly, they could do some damage if they really put their mind to it, but anybody with a crowbar or shovel could do the same. Just a little while longer, and it could no doubt be done. So long as everybody remained calm and Bellefonte senior didn't attempt anything foolish, then the entire incident could likely be resolved and all those involved could set about trying to forget it.

But who was he kidding? The emergency klaxon blared as loud as ever, tearing into his ear and demanding all concentration be diverted to its protests. "WARNING! CODE RED SCENARIO IN SECTOR-A. ALL PERSONAL ON HIGH ALERT. THIS IS NOT A DRILL."

He could already hear it, faintly, the sound of both their vehicles and the terrain being violently ripped apart. It was possible it was someone else, but Winston knew it wouldn't be. The precariously balanced domino had been toppled, and it would be very difficult now to stop an entire avalanche from the resulting chain reaction. He took a long, deep breath, his nostrils flaring. In through the nose, out through the mouth. There were no options to be had -he would have to do something and take part. The back of his chair hit the wall with a thud, his jacket was tossed onto his desk and he strode briskly out of his office and towards the armoury, a walkie talkie already at his mouth. "You heard the damn siren people, front and centre, but for the love of god stay within the perimeter. Visibility is too poor to mount any form of chase. Defence of the facility is top priority."

A few eager recruits passed him by, already fully armed and armoured. Damn rookies had better remember their training; even in a regular combat scenario, pushing forward while blind was just asking to be killed. But then, so was attacking a SPECTRE facility. With a swipe of his ID card, the armoury laid bare its lethal storage. In a few moments a kevlar vest and equipment harness had replaced his jacket. A variety of grenades were hooked onto the harness, a combat knife slid into a small sheath on his back, a .50 calibre Desert Eagle with accompanying clips snugly hung on his hip before he turned his attention to the really big artillery -a 40mm Milkor Multiple Grenade Launcher system. He slung it over one shoulder, then grabbed a box of spare explosives with his one free hand. It had been quite a while since he had been so heavily loaded down, but there was no taking chances with whoever was outside. Anyone ballsy enough to go toe-to-toe with SPECTRE on their own turf deserved it.

He followed the sounds of the carnage. Gunfire was already prevalent. He stopped himself on the way though -the security monitoring station lay open to hide side, abandoned in the wake of the attack. A few monitors showed events taking place elsewhere, and a blinking red light on one of the facility's rear entrances. Winston couldn't help but smirk while shaking his head. He put the box of ammo down and walked inside. "You've good friends, Ms. Bellefonte," he said to no one but himself, "Stupid. But good friends." With a few button presses, he silently turned the monitors off.

His attention was still required however. Picking up the ammo and rushing from the station, he made it to the front of the facility where the action was taking place. They had certainly made a mess of their front yard and car pool. He threw himself down behind a bunch of crates, placed the grenade box down and brought the handset back to his lips. "Get those damn floodlights on and stay in position." One by one, a series of powerful lamps flashed on, highlighting the warehouse like building in shadow while trying to get a lock on the individuals attacking the base. "Alright. You people are going to wish you staid at home." He cracked up the grenade launcher and began filling the barrels. Three flashbangs and three frags. The weapons snapped shut, and in one swift movement, Winston was standing and aiming. "Firing flashes!" he called to his comrades, who promptly ducked down and momentarily stopped firing. He aimed at the three closest attackers, making sure to avert his eyes as each flashbang went off. Then, he turned his attention to the crystal spires tearing up the earth. The final three frag grenades went in their direction.

[Devyn Solway]

These whispers were there now, telling Devyn that she was weak; to give in, that there was no point in fighting. She could not make those who hurt Zoe pay if she remained in control. She had to let go of her control over the shadows, let the beast take over. This whispers hurt to hear, not physically but emotionally as they always did as they talked her down. That ego she had being chipped away at as she felt her mental will breaking over the matter. It was her fault what happened to Zoe, all of it. Since the day that Zoe and her started going out it was pretty much a mistake, and Devyn was the mistake of it all. Zoe being shot, the Lesbian Pikachu, the incident in the laundry room could all be traced back to Devyn's fault. Shut. Up. Devyn was talking to herself, but more so to the whispers, not that anyone around her but a mind reader would be able to hear her words. That shadow smoke around her started to freak out as if trying to form letter but could not figure out what to form.

Her ears twitched picking up the other alarm coming from inside the warehouse that was the SPECTRE base. Good, they had gotten the people’s attention like they had wanted. Now they just had to hold it, try and lure some of them out. Luring them out was the best idea, but it was a risk on SPRECTRE's part of course, not that it mattered to Devyn. She wanted them all dead, especially those who had hurt Zoe. She should have gone back to the scene where it had happened to pick up the scents so she could track down the ones who did it once she had got here. Yet she knew that there would have been no way she would have been able to maintain control over her power if she went there. If she lost control there then she would not be here right now, but she was, and she was going to make all them pay because she didn't know who did it or really too much other than that Zoe had been hurt, the rest had not settled in her brain outside of 'Zoe hurt, SPECTRE did it'.

Power lamps started to click on and it immediately had Devyn on edge for if she had been in her human form those lights would have been killer. Even more so since she always took off her shades when she changed forms. The bright lights still affected her however, because she was made out of shadows. Her form spazzed out for a moment, making her fur appear spiky for a moment and her eyes vanishing for a moment before returning. Damn lights, that hurt. Devyn had still control over her powers but now the shadows where agitated. Words. Movement. Gunfire. Devyn was willing her form back, to pull back a little, but yet it was stepping forward to towards the danger, and an odd growl sounds was escaping her form. Flashes, those pissed her off even more as the shadow smoke around her started to act up.

P. A. Y.

The words formed out, over and over. Forming then disappearing only to reform again as Devyn lunged forward to attack the closest SPECTRE agents to her. Going to have one under each paw and let her claws do their jobs. Yet explosions, one that was too close for comfort. Small sharp pain could be felt in different places on one side of her form. There was also some pain to her physical body now. The internal shock of feeling pain twice in the same area was causing a problem. One that had Devyn’s form quickly pulling back to the cover of the trees. Making odd sounds since she was not actually able to talk like this and even her growls came out weird. She was confused, in shock, and also quickly losing control. It would not be long now until she would not even recall what she was doing as the gunfire; explosion and flashes of light went off.

[Joseph Enders]

Enders felt the strain from pushing his power so far right out the gate and as he walked towards the building he could feel the half mask he wore soaking itself with blood. As the operation continued the Marine couldn't stop the anger that was building in his gut at the complete lack of organization on their part, the whole mission simply turning into a free for all as the group engaged with the operatives.

As a group of agents rounded on the Marine he slipped back into his combat mindset, he was at home on the battlefield no matter how much he hated to admit it. As the first rifle was leveled at him he moved with precision, pushing the barrel upwards the sound of gunshots rang in his ears blurring the rest of the world out for a few high pitched moments. With a pivot of his body Enders thrust his elbow into the man's chin causing his body to crumple to the ground the strap holding the rifle breaking free under the weight of falling body.

Not much else was deadlier in this world than a Marine and his rifle and the battlefield caught a glimpse of that as the Marine used the rifle in close quarters with the rest of the group of agents, bringing buttstock to chin on a few. When suddenly a bright flash exploded across the battlefield near his location. Instinctually he dropped to a knee as crystals spread across his arms and legs. Raising his arms he covered his head with the crystal covered limbs for protection as several explosions erupted around him pelting him with crystal shards.

Raising to his feet his body still stood as a torrent of smoke blew past him, eyes emblazoned in bright blue as blood flowed from his ears the concussion causing unseen damage. As he rose he stood with crystal gauntlets on his hands and firearms as well as bracers on his legs to his knees. Scanning he locked onto the Grenadier as a crystal shard formed in each hand creating a one foot knife in each as he readied for combat. 

[Ayane Somerfield]

Ayane bounced on the tips of her toes as the doors to the compound burst open, springing into action like a tennis player. As the other members of her group set about assaulting groups of them, she kicked a motor cycle with all of her strength into a group that were about to level their barrels on her, pinning them to the wall and knocking their guns to the side where they would not be able to harm anyone. Ayane didn't have the strength to squish them in this form, thankfully, but they would most certainly be winded or have a broken rib or two, that should keep them out of this fight for a little while. 

Ayane sprinted over to one of the shelters which their vehicles were being housed in and immediately ran along one wall, slicing through the metal with her sword, causing it to collapse on the trucks underneath it. Her hope was that this would limit their ability to chase them after they tried to draw them away from the base. 

She made her way back to the brawl by the entrance just in time to see a large African american man holding what appeared to be a grenade launcher. Well, crap. Ayane took an immediate dive behind one of the crystal spires and covered her ears and hunched over to take cover, hoping that the armour would protect her from damage. 

After she looked up a few seconds later, she saw dissapating smoke and still felt the warmth which had passed over her eyelids. Well, at least it hadn't been tear gas or explosives. She looked around the spire and locked eyes on the man. She couldn't take the risk that he had things other than flashbangs in that launcher of his. 

She dissipated her right hand Katana and placed her sidearm over her left arm, using it as a brace. She couldn't risk going for the legs, if he had explosives it could seriously jeperdise the lives of the others. She should try and pull as much of the attention to herself as she could because she could withstand the most damage. "HEY!" She then immediately fired 3 rounds directly at his centre of mass.  

[Sorcha Adams]

SPECTRE was starting to bring out the heavier artillery. Gunshots were ripping through the air while the shifter's team continued to do what they could to destroy the outside of the compound. Floodlights were snapping on, the lights shining roughly in the distraction team's direction, the light bouncing off of the forest of crystal spires jutting up from the ground and making visibility that much more confusing.

Sorcha had excellent night vision and would have a serious advantage outside of the bright lights. While she was under them however, her vision didn't help her too much more than a normal human's would. It would prevent their opponents from hiding in any kind of shadowed area, though. The main issue was Devyn, whose mutation seemed to be reacting very badly to the sudden flood of brightness. She would have to keep an eye on the younger girl. As much as she needed to keep her attention on the SPECTRE agents, she had to watch out for her teammates and if the shadow shifter went off the deep end it could compromise the rest of the team.

A sudden, extremely harsh flash of light caught her off guard and left spots pulsing in her vision for a few seconds. She squeezed her eyes shut and rubbed the back of her hand against the lids in aggravation while several more flashes went off. Even a few seconds of compromised vision was a huge disadvantage when the other team was firing guns and knew about the flash bangs so they could plan accordingly.

Pieces of crystal spires erupted into shards as the flash grenades were followed by frag grenades. Sorcha couldn't stay hidden in one place while her cover was being blown apart and her fellow mutants were putting themselves in the line of fire.

She did what she could to ignore the hot stinging of cuts from crystal shards and shrapnel that began to decorate her hide and abandoned her damaged cover. She wasn't going to sit back while the others took a more direct route. It was about time that they started doling out injuries to the other side. She didn't have a firearm or some kind of mentally powered psychic armor, but she had her teeth and her claws and she fully planned on using them.

The feline shifter targeted the nearest man who wasn't still within arm's reach of another agent and made her move. She sprinted full force at the armed man and easily knocked him to the ground with the force of her weight colliding with his body. A deep, slightly yowling growl rumbled out of her chest as his firearm went off, gouging out a chunk of fur and flesh from her shoulder. Her hand easily engulfed his lower arm and she smashed it against the ground to force him to release his hold on the gun. Then she brought her jaws down on him, their width easily encompassing his face. Her teeth tore through the flesh of his cheeks and scraped against his teeth.

Her large, rough tongue dragged itself across one side of her upper lip as she relished in the hot tang of the blood soaking into her fur. A flesh wound wasn't likely to kill the man, but it would put him out of commission for at least a few minutes which was what they were supposed to be aiming for.

She left him writhing and shouting on the ground where he'd landed and moved off to find the next person to sink her fangs into.

[Alexander Wallander]

Xander was about to head back out to attack when a bright light obscured his vision. He hissed and recoiled, he blinked until his vision returned to normal only to be stopped by more flashes. Luckily for him, his tongue helped him find cover under what he believed to be an over-turned truck. He wasn't into safety completely unharmed. A shard of exploded crystal did scathe where his chest would be in human form. He curled into a tight ball, waiting for the loud bangs to subside. He slithered out from under the truck, blood trailing behind him. He was too busy focusing the main threat. He seemed to be the main boss guy too. 

Full speed ahead! Xander zig-zag'd back towards the Spectre agents, eyes fully adjusted to the current light. Xander reared his head as he approached Winston. His fangs sank deep into his leg, even through his pants. Xander had never really bitten a human, and to be honest he never wanted to do it again. He wasn't going to be able to get the taste of this old man out of his mouth for days. Biting the guy was probably a bad idea, but it would at least slow him down a bit. He started back towards the natures around them, hoping to lure the guy into the territory that Xander could navigate best.