Young Justice RP :: semi lit

[@HunterrMoore]

Selene revved her engine, speeding from the rear to match Sheena's speed. Without difficulty she kept tabs on each of the shadowcycles zeroing in on Batgirl. She felt the light inside of her warm her protectively. She was prepared physically and mentally for any combat. Selene thought, What if we're outnumbered?

 

[Reaper.44]

Fallen looked down and saw the incoming cycles. "Bogies! Behind the package! Keep to the skies, i'm going to pick them off!" Folding his wings, he dived down, dropping at fast speeds, he drew his swords ready for a fly-by swipe. As he got closer to the ground, he arched his wings and came to level with the incoming cycles. Flying up behind them, he took slashes at the bikes, keeping them occupied on him while Batgirl would try something. He started taking out a couple for every slash, but he had a hard time flying and dropping while keeping his distance from those armed with ranged weapons.

 

[ACHA]

Deadeye looked through his scope and saw the encirclement. He thought he could probably thin down their pursuers from where he was at. Their formation was sloppy as there were some that fell behind. His scope shifted to the ones in the rear of their formation and with no hesitation, he shot. Shooting down two riders, he only needed a bullet each. Despite, their speed, he had no trouble shooting because he had a good vantage point. "Not too bright, are they?" he said. This made him think for a while. They can't be careless at this point. "Batgirl, ground team, I've got your left flank." he said through his comm. "I don't like this. They can't be that stupid right?" he said. "Watch your backs loves." he said as he shot another one that was trying to catch up.

 

[@HunterrMoore]

Selene, her hands tingling like crap, glanced behind her quickly. Two bikes were attempting a pincher grip on her. They want me out from behind Batgirl. Good luck with that! She flung her left hand back towards them, twin orbs of silver-yellow darting out and jetting towards the bikes. One of them swerved, and the light best in the asphalt, but the other one took a hit o the side, sending the rider and bike sliding in two different directions. The remaining rider charged and flanked her. With his right hand, he comically made a gun out if his index finger and thumb, pointing it at her. She squinted her eyes and thrust her hand directly at him. Light exploded in a bright beam, and he and his bike were flung away into oncoming traffic, sparks and screams flying