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]

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.

[gar-logan.livejournal.com]

He takes no chances, and swings a follow up from the other side.

He will not let the others be let down. He will not see more people fall.

Well, except her.

[mari-mccabe.livejournal.com]

She didn't even have time to react to the first punch.

The last thing she sees before she passes out is a somewhat feral green ape.

It's not her most graceful exit.

[gar-logan.livejournal.com]

Gar's pulse is still racing.

As it eventually slows down to a normal pace, he looks down at her body, sprawled across the deck as he shifts to his human form.

He holds a hand over his mouth.

He just knocked out a JLA member.

He knocked her out...

What have I done?!

It takes him a moment or two to shake himself out of it. There'll be consequences later, but right now, the world needs their help.

He checks her vitals, then moves out to check the on the others.