While the Vanguardians fought on under the mental direction of Phil Smith, the meta street gang known as The Dead continued to pour forth into the alleyway.
"How many of bleedin' arseholes are there?" Montag questioned, firing off a few rounds into his attackers.
A squad of six dogpiled onto Brute Force all at once, as he struggled to carry their weight. After a few moments, he drew his limbs back up into himself and quickly released, sending Johnny, Joey, Dee Dee, Tommy, Marky, and CJ Dead flying into the air.
As they fell back to earth, he rocked them with lefts and rights. "Too damn many, I'd say, Griss!" He responded through gritted teeth.
Robo Squirrel zipped along, picking off gang members left and right with metal acorns fired from his mouth. Ducking between two large gang members Robo Squirrel zigged and zagged as Jerry Dead and Paul Dead slammed into each other. The two brother gang members growled angrily, and got up. Jerry adjusted his spiked gauntlets. Paul slammed his fist into a side wall, and ripped loose a water pipe, brandishing it in his hand.
Bri! Now! The telepathic command rang as the Vanguards covered their ears. Or audio receptors. The Banshee unleashed her wail, wreaking havoc on the inner ears of most of the gang.
A leather gloved fists slammed into the back of Bri's head as a short, long haired gang member stood behind her. Glenn Dead smiled, to himself. "I got the power to turn to wolf, pretty birdy. All I had to do was keep changing my inner ears, and your little scream can't affect me." Glenn held Banshee in front of him, his hands at her throat. "Any one of you move, I'll rip out her pretty little throat!"
Grissom weighed the risks of teleporting an object into Glenn's brain, but his sharp fangs hovered over Brianna's neckline. Robo Squirrel could not get a fix on her, as members of The Dead recovered and stood surrounding Glenn and Banshee. Siouxie Dead ran a hand through Bri's red locks. "Pretty hair. I want it, Glenn."
Solly, Jerry, and Paul Dead stood in front of Brute Force, all ready to jump if he made a move. The meta strongman glared angrily at his foes.
"Bri's in trouble." Phil's thoughts broadcast to Tiberius.
"Then why are we wasting time here?" In a flash, Tiberius strode across air currents, almost faster than the molecules could solidify to match his pace. He strode directly into the middle of the gang, an air of confidence, or even arrogance you could say, as he stepped down into the middle of them.
"This will not do." Tiberius glared at Glenn, holding Brianna's still unconscious form. "You will release her and depart. Now."
Glenn smiled and laughed a savage laughter. "Man, you gotta be kidding me!" As he laughed, several gang members moved in towards Tiberius.
Tiberius gestured with his arms, as the winds rose, knocking all of the standing gang members into the sides of the surrounding buildings. All but Glenn. Glenn was forcefully separated from Banshee, who dropped down as Montag, Robo Squirrel, and Brute Force rushed to her form.
Phil was eyeing Tiberius. Tiberius was eyeing Glenn. Glenn was beginning to get very nervous. Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea, after all. "Screw this." Glenn turned and ran back down the alleyway.
"Stop him! He might know something!" Montag screamed out. "Phil-"
Smith looked at Montag and smiled a knowing smile. "It's okay, Griss."
"Whut?!" Montag was confused.
Tiberius concentrated, his eyes were narrowing into slits. Blood vessels in Glenn's body began to tighten and constrict, he fell onto his knees at the far end of the alleyway.
Glenn's body jerked and convulsed, spasming as the supply of blood in hisbody began to be cut off. He probably never even saw the large, double bladed axe that took his head off.
But the Vanguards most certainly did. Stepping up out of the darkness of the far end of the alleyway came a sight familiar to half of our small band of heroes. Black motorcycle boots. Torn blue jeans. Chains hanging over a bare, muscular chest of greyish white skin. Leather jacket draped over broad shoulders, the end of the sleeves covered by metal gauntlets that ended at the fingertips. And a skull faced head topped with black hair.
"GRIMM!" Montag exclaimed.
"Exactly." Phil replied.
"Who?" Brute Force, Robo Squirrel, and Tiberius questioned.
