White Lynx:
White Lynx rolled 12 using 2d6+1 with rolls of 6,5. What? No, I’m not CHARMING you, I’m really fighting! See? Actually fighting. Just, uh, just tried to punch ya right there. Almost got ya.
Breakneck is completely fooled. He not only doesn't tumble to the fact that he's not really fighting Silver Streak (not yet, anyway), he has no idea White Lynx is just stalling for time at this point (not yet, anyway).
He's also a little off his game, for the moment, at least.
(GM rolls dice)
He attempts to do bodily harm to the silver-clad enemy in front of him, and misses, frustrating him further.
Scraps:
Scraps slipped through the open side door, and begins slinking through the house.
- rolled 9 using 2d6+2 with rolls of 6,1. Agile, for sneaking (at -1).
Mostly, he was curious about the place ... and mostly, mostly, didn't want to get caught in here by any of the nasty folk.
Scraps enters some sort of living room-- there's a couple of guards! Fortunately, Scraps hops behind a comfy chair... the guards don't notice Scraps.
One is looking out the window curtains. "Breakneck can't land a hit on Silver so far... Breakneck's gettin' really mad."
"What's Blackjack doin'?" the other asks.
"Just standing there watching. Guess he figures this is Breakneck's fight."
"That, and you don't bring tough to a speedster fight. What'd be the point? They'd just run rings around ya."
"Guess so."
Goodwill:
With Cosmic Girl inside the house, and Lynx/Streak engaged in super-speed combat on the front lawn, it was time for Goodwill to start mopping up some goons. He aimed himself to land behind the one on the rear lawn, who Cosmic Girl had so deftly bypassed, and dropped out of the sky. He came in fast, so in case the thug turned around it wouldn't really matter, unless he spent his time looking up at the night sky.
Finding that he just couldn't help himself, Goodwill did a three-point super-hero landing.
"Nap time," he said.
It sure would have been problematic if the startled henchman had tried firing his weapon at Goodwill. It would've alerted
everyone's attention to the fact that there was something going on on the estate besides in the front yard.
Fortunately, that didn't happen. The henchman was alert for either Silver Streak, or for the police or a SWAT team or the Marines or something. He was
NOT mentally prepared for Goodwill dropping out of the sky, and he just gaped as the hero landed... and knocked him out.
Cosmic Girl:
Oh, fiddlesticks!
Cosmos beamed brightly at the huge man. "That's right! I am sorry, I couldn't resist taking a look around. I'm always so curious about people with special powers!"
She tried to play the "just friendly talk" card, but she knew it would take a lot of convincing to make it work. But she was young, and shapely, and very enthusiastic!
16:38, Today: Cosmic Girl rolled 9 using 2d6+1 with rolls of 2,6. I am so very charming. Don't hit me!!!
The man raised one eyebrow. "Cute. What're you, 16? 17? I--" He frowned. "...Maybe I should go up and check on..." He sighed. "But first, I need to decide what to do with you... Meh, I'll drag you out front and make you Blackjack's problem..."
He starts to reach for Cosmic Girl's arm...