Somewhere in New Jersey

[-nightwing-.livejournal.com]

The Titans' arrival is silent and swift, determined and precise. Before the shadow of the jet falls over the state line, Nightwing is relaying the plan to the rest of the team.

"Starfire, flank the building and come around from the rear. Hit it hard, make sure they can't get out. Robin, hit the power on that place. Don't wait, Wonder Girl and Nightstar - get inside and do what you do best. Kid Flash, Jesse, you're looking for anything in there while they're being kept busy that can give us an edge on this damned virus. Omen, keep tabs on any magic users in there. Flamebird, Speedy, follow me in after the heavy hitters do their thing. We're on cleanup."

He pauses to check the instrumentation. "And whoever finds Light... make sure you hurt him."

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[mari-mccabe.livejournal.com]

It's odd.

A lot of these Titans have been heroes longer than Vixen herself has been in this game.

Not that it should matter in the least.

She's channelling the powers of a bloodhound, running swiftly, following the scent of the one she knows is called Beast Boy.

[gar-logan.livejournal.com]

The rhinoceros crushes the weapons, making sure to mangle them beyond use before slowly checking tabletops for anything the Titans may find useful.

He focuses his attention on the work before him, because he knows that the more he thinks about the situation, the less focused he'll become.

[mari-mccabe.livejournal.com]

Big green rhino.

Vixen raises an eyebrow. She's gotta hand it to the jolly green Titan, he certainly knows how to get his job done.

Though nowhere near as well as she can.

Vixen places a hand on top of her Totem and concentrates, calling on the powers of an elephant before thundering towards Beast Boy.

[gar-logan.livejournal.com]

He looks over just in time to see her knock a full filing cabinet into the wall.

"What in..."

At the last second, he realises that it's Vixen, but a bit too late to do anything about her stampede.

[mari-mccabe.livejournal.com]

Vixen rams into Beast Boy, and though she's using the strength of an elephant, it still hurts like hell.

She's channeling the powers of an animal.

Beast Boy is in the form of an animal.

It's not as even a fight as she would have liked it to be.

[gar-logan.livejournal.com]

He's knocked onto his side, crashing through tables and chairs, suprised at first, then angry at the fact that the JLA aren't just hindering the plan they have, they're interfering, costing them precious time for the lives of the children under threat.

They already lost Greta. Several of his friends in this very group have their own children in danger.

He may not have a child to fight for himself, but he's certainly fighting like Hell for everyone else's children to live.

He already saw another plague's result, and he'll be damned if he sees it happen again.

Shifting, he growls as the newly formed octopus whips out his tentacles, securing as many of Vixen's limbs as he can reach.

[mari-mccabe.livejournal.com]

Vixen's arms and legs are caught up in Gar's tentacles, and she grunts, trying to wriggle out, but his grip is vice-like.

She headbutts another tentacle and wrenches free, grabbing her Tantu Totem with her free hand. She channels the energies of the Faint-banded sea snake - possibly the most venomous snake in the world - and spits out venom at Gar, determined to break free.

The venom she has created is only strong enough to daze him and knock him out, not kill him. Her intent isn't to kill.

Yet.

[gar-logan.livejournal.com]

With barely enough time to shield his beak and eyes with free tentacles, his grip lessens, then quickly tightens to throw her a few feet away, while his body shifts into bear form to deal with the venom, using the body's size as a shield, a weapon, and a form large enough to deal with the dizzy feeling he could feel tugging at the corners of his mind.

So far he's been holding back, despite the tempation not to.

"Damnit Vixen! My fight's not with you!"

He doesn't want this to escalate, but if she keeps pushing him...

[mari-mccabe.livejournal.com]

Using the powers of a snake? Not always the best idea. When Beast Boy throws her, she collides with a wall, and she hears a small crack. Dammit, that had better not be her shoulder that cracked.

Vixen raises an eyebrow.

"But it's with these guys here? C'mon, you're supposed to be better than this."

She charges him again, this time channelling a wombat.

Because wombats are fun.

[gar-logan.livejournal.com]

"We're here because we have a strong lead that Light's hitting us from right under our noses! How long do you wanna leave it just to "make sure" he's here?!"

Shifting into a kangaroo form, purely by chance, he swipes his tail at full speed for her legs as she gets close enough.

She got her warning. Plus, he can hear the others also being under attack. He needs to somehow secure Vixen so he can help them.

[mari-mccabe.livejournal.com]

She stumbles over the tail, and though she flails around for a moment, she doesn't go down.

Instead, she channels the abilities of a grasshopper and launches herself into the air, angling a kick for the kangaroo throat.

She isn't going down. She might be a supermodel, she might have been awake for three days thanks to various photoshoots, but she is not going down.

[gar-logan.livejournal.com]

The kick lands quite solidly into his throat, knocking Gar back as he has trouble taking in air.

He shifts into his human form again to get a better neckhold out of instinct, his expression half-panicked as he struggles, trying to defend himself at the same time.

[mari-mccabe.livejournal.com]

Vixen feels guilty, but that only lasts for a split second as she gives Gar a vicious backhand.

"There's...a reason that...I'm in the League and you're a...Titan..." Vixen gasps.

She's slowing down, weakening.

[gar-logan.livejournal.com]

And the backhand is what finally gets to him.

He begins by clearing his throat, which changes pitch as he shifts into a green panther, launching himself at her, growling loudly.

[mari-mccabe.livejournal.com]

She doesn't have time to react to the flying green panther.

Still channelling the powers of a grasshopper, Vixen goes down.

[gar-logan.livejournal.com]

He positions his paws to pin Vixen's limbs, sharp claws pushing onto, but not through her, snarling inches from her face with razor sharp teeth.

"And this is why we don't need "Mentors"! We can take care of ourselves, even when faced with you!"

[mari-mccabe.livejournal.com]

Spitting cobra.

It's a classic.

She spits up venom in Gar's face, amazingly pissed off. The Totem can heal her wounds quickly, that doesn't matter.

What matters is that she's losing.

Mari Jiwe McCabe is one of the world's top supermodels.

She doesn't lose.

Ever.

[gar-logan.livejournal.com]

He lets out a roaring yell of pain as the venom hits, face contorting, and on instinct, he shifts into a goat form and headbutts her roughly.

[mari-mccabe.livejournal.com]

Oh, the bastard...

Mari's head hits the ground, hard. She's stunned for a moment, but then switches gears.

If he wants to roughhouse, fine, they'll roughhouse.

She heals herself for a moment, using the abilities of an earthworm, and then touches her Totem again, concentrating hard.

Within seconds, electricity is sparking and shooting around her body.

Electric Eel.

Who's the tough one now?

[gar-logan.livejournal.com]

His yell is choked as he feels the electricity flow through his body, unable to move.

Muscles twitching and jerking, he's shot backwards without warning, right into a desk, sending papers and an empty beaker scattered and smashed below.

His head and body's sore, but he'll be damned if he's giving up easily.

[mari-mccabe.livejournal.com]

Mari leaps to her feet, still in a bit of pain.

She runs at him, touching the Totem again, channelling the hippo before jumping up and heading right onto Gar's body.

[gar-logan.livejournal.com]

He has mere seconds to scramble up, quick enough to barely cling to her like a baby Koala to the mother.

It reduces the hit as she keeps going, but he still gasps and winces at the impact, frowning angrily.

"Put...me...DOWN!"

[mari-mccabe.livejournal.com]

Vixen pushes herself off of Gar, her eyes wild and feral. "You. Clung. On. To. Me!" she spits out as she channels a grizzly bear, taking a few swipes at Gar.

Retapping into the morphogenetic field is beginning to take its toll on Vixen, but she refuses to show it.

[gar-logan.livejournal.com]

He pushes his body back with his legs, backpedalling, narrowly being clawed, his shirt collecting a rip or three, catching himself before falling to the deck.

That's it.

He snaps, leaping up, shifting into a Western lowland gorilla form, swinging a meaty punch directly for her head.

[mari-mccabe.livejournal.com]

It's a hit that connects.

Hard.