In San Francisco, things are torrential

[jla-villains.livejournal.com]

Jesse Quick has sent out the APB.

But right now, Titans Tower is on fire in half a dozen places, and the torrential storm overhead isn't stopping the fires nearly enough. Lightning sizzles through the sky, and well over a dozen flying figures soar around the Tower, surveilling it and occasionally blasting it with something. Many more are on the ground and in the Tower itself - parts of the Tower explode periodically as the violence escalates.

The Tower is under siege, and the Titans are fighting a losing battle.

But things change, and Weather Wizard turns his head and sees:

Incoming!

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[one-eyed-merc.livejournal.com]

A thrust kick meets him as he charges through a door.

[tx-instruments.livejournal.com]

He interjects over Slade's comm. "Reports indicate the Big Blue Boy Scout has arrived. Be on guard - as if you ever aren't."

[one-eyed-merc.livejournal.com]

He smirks beneath his mask as he follows up the thrust kick with a dagger buried into Roy's thigh.

I'm busy right now. Drop the bomb - tell Faust to do his thing.

[arsenal-arrow.livejournal.com]

He wasn't prepared for the kick, but he sees the glint of the dagger long enough to tumble sideways. It leaves a trail of instant crimson across his leg, but the majority of possible damage is avoided. He has no plans to engage Deathstroke, but he's got the steel piece between them if he needs it.

"Why do I always gotta be your whipping boy, Slade?!" Roy's joking, but he's pissed. He also tucks Faust's name away for later. Something to inform the mages if the whole Tower doesn't come down on everyone's head.

[one-eyed-merc.livejournal.com]

Ain't my fault that a lot of people are willing to pay to see you hurt, kid.

He snap-rolls forward and time slows for him - evaluating forty-one possible defense modes - then it speeds back to normal as one hand rockets out to grab that steel bar and the other snaps out a pair of vicious punches to the face.

[arsenal-arrow.livejournal.com]

Slade's going to have to yank his arm out to get that bar-- and Roy's sure he's going to. He's not stupid, though. He keeps his hands on the weapon, letting the momentum of the pull dodge him from the punches. Well, the first two, at least. He's pretty sure that last one chipped a tooth.

He's still got the bar firmly gripped with two hands, swinging up one leg and trying to get mid-section with his boot. "I just wanna find my daughter in this wreck, Slade. I got no reason to dance with you right now!"

[one-eyed-merc.livejournal.com]

A shrug as he easily flips up and over - still holding the bar and avoiding Roy's kick - and elbows him in the back of the head. Viciously.

I'm on the job right now, Harper. Don't worry, the others know not to touch your kid if they don't want a slit throat.

[arsenal-arrow.livejournal.com]

Ow. OW. Will not fall over, even if the ground's not sure where it's at right now. Will not.

"And I'm sure the fire, debris and collateral damage all know that, too, huh?" Yeah, maybe trying to reason with him is a vain attempt, but he knows enough that he's not getting inside unless Deathstroke lets him. Roy suddenly lets the bar go, bouncing back and grabbing a hanging piece of ceiling and pulling, bringing most of it down between them in a plume of dust and smoke.

[one-eyed-merc.livejournal.com]

Before that ceiling collapses, automatics snap into Slade's hands and he fires off a dozen rounds. None of them will be immediately lethal, but Roy's probably got about ten minutes, fifteen tops, before he bleeds to death now.

Somebody will find him if he can't stop the bleeding himself, Slade figures.

[arsenal-arrow.livejournal.com]

"Fuck."

The debris isn't enough to trap him, but it's enough to slow him down. He's going nowhere fast, and he counts... three? Four? There's too much blood to be sure.

Roy slumps against the wall, using it to lean as he drags himself forward, still in search of Lian, but mostly help at this point.

[green-shield.livejournal.com]

Oh, no. Roy Harper will live through this.

Tara Strong came in with Travis. He being the bigger gun, he went into the Tower while she's been scouring the grounds for wounded people and securing the the bad guys she finds unconscious. She can't run fast enough to stop the bullets, but she forgoes the parting arrow in order to check on her teammate for Team Green.

"Mother of God, Arsenal, what did you do to piss that guy off?" First rule, keep him talking. Talking means breathing.

[arsenal-arrow.livejournal.com]

And he starts... laughing? Yeah. He's laughing. And it hurts, a lot.

"S'like God said to Job... 'something about you just pisses me off'. Y'seen Lian 'r... Donna?" He sees Ibn approaching and points in that direction. "Heyhey! Calvary."