Four square metres worth of bricks shook as Brute Force and Solly slammed into the wall sideways, each underestimating the other's resilience. For a solitary moment, Solly had a triumphant grin on his face, certain that the impact with the wall had been enough to hurt Phillips.
The grin disappeared as the man known for obvious reasons as Brute Force just glared at the gang member and wrapped a hand around his throat. Ben slammed the man against the brick wall with more than human strength, screaming as he did so.
Ben. Duck.
Brute Force ducked as he heard Phil's mental command, looking up from his crouched position to see a sledgehammer connect with the bricks above him. He reached up and grabbed the wooden handle, standing up and pulling the hammer from its owner's grip. He swung it around and connected with the man's ribs.
Help Bri! Three o'clock!
Brute Force turned to his right and hurled the hammer in Brianna's direction. She was currently being set upon by a goon with a chain. A big chain.
Bri. Sidestep left.
Brianna had long since stopped being surprised at Phil Smith's mental intrusions, and merely stepped to her left as she had been instructed. A sledgehammer hurled past her and hit the chain wielding gang member right in the stomach.
Griss is in trouble. Three on one.
Brianna turned to find her lover being set upon by three of the gang simultaneously. She dove towards him and opened her mouth to scream.
Griss. Cover your ears.
Grissom Montag dove to the ground and clamped his hands over his ears. Above him, his three attackers collapsed under the force of Brianna's scream.
Griss! Help Ben. Six o'clock. Two attackers.
Griss teleported a crowbar from the hand of one of the men who had fallen at Brianna's scream. He spun around and found Brute Force's position.
Ben! Stay out of range of his weapon. Swing and miss.
Brute Force stepped backwards to avoid his opponent's chain, and swung a huge right hook towards him. The gang member just laughed, noticing that Ben's fist was a good foot and a half from landing anywhere on his body.
A crowbar suddenly appeared in Brute Force's hand and connected with his opponent's face at the peak of his swing. The man fell to the ground, unconscious.
Ben! Turn!
Ben turned at Phil's command and found himself face to face with four of the remaining gang members. They each wielded painful looking weapons (to inventory: A huge knife, a sledghammer, an aluminium baseball bat, and an umbrella. Foolish, yes. But pointy and somewhat threatening nonetheless).
Grissom! Help Ben!
Grissom looked up to see Brute Force being menaced by four attackers at the other end of the alley.
He could use an ally. Look up.
Grissom looked up to see Robo Squirrel hovering a few metres above him, having just calculated precisely how many steel walnuts to the crotch it would take, and precisely what speed they would need to be launched at, to render a man completely unconscious from pain.
Robo Squirrel, much to Robo Squirrel's surprise, disappeared. He reappeared a second later, hovering in between Brute Force and four ugly gang members.
Grissom grinned as the weapons that the four had been holding up until a moment ago clattered harmless to the floor around him (except for the umbrella. Grissom had left his in a taxi and never replaced it, and he decided he'd need a new one when the La Perditan wet season rolled around. So he kept the umbrella in his hand).
Brute Force looked sideways at the flying metallic squirrel that had appeared in between him and his attackers. The attackers paused for a moment and looked confused, staring down at their hands where weapons had once been.
Ben laughed as he and Robo Squirrel lunged forward together.
