>>5334009It’s not even a choice for you, because you didn’t become a superhero to just <span class="mu-i">watch</span> other mutants run from FutureLabs’ forces. Actually, you’d be one of the more shitty superheroes if you did leave this guy to the wolves.
Dropping Valjean to the ground, you ignore his protests as you poise yourself to intervene. With a sole step off of the building’s edge, you make the short fall from the roof to ground, your landing splitting the asphalt beneath your feet.
The resulting crackle is more than enough to grab the goons’ attention, and there’s not even enough time for either of them to train their guns on you, as you knock the first one to the ground with a knee, hearing the distinctive crack of bones shattering.
The second one fares no better. Grabbing the arm with the gun, you throw him down to the ground to join the first goon, alive, unconscious, but with more than a few broken bones to spare.
Valjean, now having caught up with you, wastes no time in looting either of the goons for their armaments.
With both of the troops down for the count, there’s only one more problem at hand.
Turning your head to where the other mutant had last been, you would’ve thought the guy would be at least a little thankful. Instead, the other mutant looks <span class="mu-i">pissed,</span> like someone went and poured lemon juice straight into his bowl of corn flakes.
“Yo, lady,” The guy shouts, and, when he throws his arms out, a gust of wind follows suit. “I had it under control!”
“No you didn’t, Tornado Boy!” A male voice jeers from afar. “You were about to take a nice, long trip to mutant-Gitmo!”
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