Mueller launched himself at the Columbians, knocking the guns out of their hands with inhuman strength. Picking them up off of the ground, his hands closed around their necks like vices.
Ozzy ran towards Mueller and attacked his abdomen with multliple lefts and rights as Adem put his hand on his chin and observed. "Interesting. . ." The alien nodded appreciatively.
"Down!" He heard a voice from behind him as something struck his knees, taking him to the floor of Mueller's living room. "Fascinating pattern, although I don't think it matches the couch." Adem commented on Mueller's carpet as Baxter flew over his head and collided with a coffeetable lamp.
"Are you okay?" Adem looked up and saw Gaunt pulling himself up. "Yes, I believe so."
Drake Marshall rolled and flipped past the flying bodies of the Columbians, as Mueller hurled them in the direction of the Vanguardians.
"Are these things really always necessary?" Different asked, ducking to avoid one of the Columbians.
"Yes, it seems so." Gaunt answered, sidestepping the other one.
Mueller ducked and laughed, his voice sounding like some amplified buzzing, as Drake's sword sliced into the wall. Kicking Marshall in the solar plexus, Mueller turned and bolted back down the stairway from whence he came, bolting the door behind him.
Taking a moment to regroup, the Vanguards and the Columbians stood before the doorway.
"So, what now?" Ozzy asked.
"Elementary, my boy, we go down." Different responded.
