Scraps went off his little proverbial.

He began barking and growling at her, and carrying on as if he’d just seen the Devil trying to steal his last bone, and was willing to fight the bugger for it.

"Um, wow," says the meter maid, "what a smart little doggie... Oh, heck with it--" She grabs Silver Streak's arm, and her hand glows...

And then she zips across the room at super speed! ZOOM!

"Hey, super speed is awesome! This is terrific! You've just had your power borrowed by... The Impersonator...!"

(Silver Streak has temporarily (until further notice) lost his power of super speed!)

Yep... it was basically just a little fan-girl. She wanted people with powers in one place so she could steal their powers. It was a trap, and they all fell for it.

Goodwill couldn't let her get his powers. He was strong and nearly indestructible. If she could steal his powers she'd...

...wait.

Goodwill's powers had a unique source, and it was his. If she took his powers, she'd be running on an empty tank.

"Neat trick," he said, stepping towards her. "But I bet it won't work on me."

It was a risk, but it felt like a good one to take. Unless her power was different from what Gil was assuming, she could take his power... but couldn't use them.

God willing.

"Huh? Why wouldn't it work on you?" she asked, and she raised her hand toward Goodwill...

(12:28, INSIGHTFUL CHECK: Today: The Impersonator rolled 10 using 2d6 ((5,5)). Success.)

Just as it seemed that she would zip over to Goodwill and try to steal his power... she stopped. "Waaaaaiiiiiit. Is this a trick? Feels like a trick."

...And then, the wall exploded.

Standing there, in shiny chrome-looking armor, was a knight.

The knight points at Scorch Scale. "Drocan!" he bellows. "You were a fool to show up at the summons of the newspaper advertisment, Furnace of the Forest...! The Order of St. George has found thee at last! Step outside, that I may dispatch thee without harming innocents!"

Everyone stares at this newcomer. The Impersonator speaks first. "...I did not see that coming."

"You couldn't have exploded the wall about eight feet to your right?" Blue Dragon complains.

(12:48, INSIGHTFUL CHECK: Today: Blue Dragon rolled 6 using 2d6 ((4,2)). Failure... for now...)

Blue Dragon looks like he almost has a brilliant idea... but then he doesn't. Brilliant ideas are not Blue Dragon's wheelhouse.

When the wall blew inward, Goodwill acted instinctively, putting himself between the implosion and the only female in the room, trying to make himself as wide as possible to absorb the impacts.

Oh, right. She has super-speed now.

A wasted effort, probably. But it was still the right thing to do. She was clearly just a dumb kid, and in way over her head.

"Aagh!" the Silver Streak drops to a knee. For the first time in ages, he felt weak. Slow. He had to do something, find a way to get his speed back!

The Silver Streak scrambles up from the floor, using the timely distraction to try and reach the power-thief. "Here's hoping you don't see this either!" He reaches out to snatch the Impersonator by her forearm.

OOC : Today: Silver Streak rolled 2 using 2d6-1.  Hold them off.

(FAIL! Silver Streak marks 1 new xp!)

The Impersonator spins around at super-speed! "Hey! Looky but no touchy, Silver Streak!"

But Silver Streak's attempted grab combined with the super-speed spinning means Silver Streak goes flying... straight toward the knight! And Silver Streak doesn't even have his super speed to save him...!

(If someone tries to save Silver Streak from colliding with the armored knight of the Order of St. George, then describe how you attempt to do so, and then roll.

If everyone is busy trying to deal with the knight and The Impersonator, and Silver Streak has to deal with this himself, he will have to attempt to Remain Undaunted:

Remain Undaunted
When you would act in a particularly perilous situation, roll + Confident.  On a 10+ you do what you intended, and the opposition doesn’t come to pass.  On a 7-9 you flinch, hesitate, or stall and may be offered a hard bargain, an ugly choice, or a worse outcome.)

rolled 8 using 2d6+2 with rolls of 4,2.  Save the the Streak of Silver.
-- You leave them somewhere precarious (if out of immediate danger)
-- Someone misunderstands or blames you


In a sudden burst of swift agility, Scraps took off towards the situation, and leapt high.
In a magnificent display of Olympian-level acrobatics, he managed to slam into the Silver Slowpoke mid-flight: changing their shared trajectory.

The two came skidding to a halt on the floor up against the bars of BoDrangles’ cell, but outside the reach of Knight of St George.
Even as they landed, the athletic pup found his feet and bounced away towards the fracus again.

They were safe from the St Georgian for the moment, but it left Silver Streak somewhere precarious (of out of immediate danger).
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Silver Streak is momentarily confused about exactly how he got where he was, and the implications of it...

"Dumb dog..." mutters the Lieutenant, misunderstanding...

Blue Dragon, also not the fastest thinker in the world, looks at Silver Streak, up against the metal bars attached to his own cell... and thinks... he might be about to have a troublesome idea... Any second now...

(If someone else pulls Silver Streak away from the metal bars, fine. If they're too busy, then Silver Streak will have to roll to Remain Undaunted...)

This was getting out of hand. This was a three- or maybe even four-way fight in an enclosed area, and Goodwill didn't know how the other two who were ostensibly on his side were likely to act. He didn't know them. He was feeling himself slow down as he failed to think of what to do next.

Scraps was nothing like that. He was all instinct and action, and bashed the slowed Silver Streak out of the way of what might have otherwise hurt or killed him.

"Good dog!" he said as he turned to make sure that Streak and Scraps were okay. Scraps was, but Streak was about to get electrocuted from behind. Scraps had gotten him out of the frying pan and dropped him into the electric fryer.

"DUCK!" Goodwill shouted at Silver Streak, aiming a punch through the bars of the cell, at the approaching Blue Dragon.




----
Forceful, Clobberin' Time!
Goodwill rolled 8 using 2d6+2 ((2,4)).
-There isn’t much collateral damage and no bystanders are left in danger.

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Choose 1, Goodwill:


It’s Clobberin’ Time!
When you action up your foes, roll + Forceful.  On a 10+ choose 2, on a 7-9 choose 1
--You hit hard (+1 Stun)
--You avoid most of their retaliation (-1 Stun)
--There isn’t much collateral damage and no bystanders are left in danger

The Silver Streak mind was racing. Was this what it was like for the bystanders when he was around? He was all turned around, if he could just catch his breath for a moment...

OOC : 22:53, Today: Silver Streak rolled 7 using 2d6+2 with rolls of 1,4.  Remain Undaunted. 

Of all the people with concerns about this power theft, Saul had the worst outlook. If imposter just stole the power, that would be one thing. But if she managed to steal the essence of Drocan, if she didn't have the will, mana, spirit (whatever) to contain him...
The city that never sleeps might just sleep.

Then the knight appeared, and now he had a new problem to handle. A Knight from an order of St George. Ho boy.
St George, patron Saint of England. Legend had it that he killed a dragon on a hill. So he must have had an order made for other dragons? Other beasts?
Considering they addressed Drocan and not the civilian, they must presume Drocan has completely possessed a host through his essence. They might be fused, or bonded or whatever, but Saul was the man in the drivers seat.

"Here, let me help with getting away from the innocents."

08:28, Today: Scorch Scale rolled 8 using 2d6+2 ((5,1)).

--Give them a choice between backing off or be stunned

With that, he released a burst of rippling heat and flicking flames to greet the knight. Scorch Scale was hoping to push him back through the hole and keep him on the other side so the dragon could meet him outside.

Goodwill slammed up the bars just as a thought was entering Blue Dragon's mind, and punched Blue Dragon hard... WHAM!

(Blue Dragon takes 2 physical stress.)



Meanwhile, Silver Streak realized that while he was safe from Blue Dragon, he was in immediate danger of getting flamed by Scorch Scale's fire breath that was making the knight back out into the courtyard... would Silver Streak take the fire damage, or risk backing into range of Blue Dragon again (as he prepared to retaliate against Goodwill)?

(Okay,
--the knight has backed off back outside again
--Silver Streak is in trouble and will get to go first again in round 2
--Meanwhile...)

The Lieutenant draws his pistol and aims it at The Impersonator. A few more armed police also burst into the room, guns drawn... "Ohhh no ya don't!" says The Impersonator, and in an instant, she's used super-speed to snatch all the pistols from the men's hands. "Don't bring a gun to a super-speed fight!" she says, holding all the pistols. "I'll just go get rid of these... be right back!" she says, and she zips off out of sight at super speed...

(Silver Streak, it's your turn to react, then I get to post for Blue Dragon and the knight (who mostly is gonna shout things.) Don't anyone else post again this thread yet (except Silver Streak).)

Recoiling from the flames Silver Streak turns to face the bars - and Blue Dragon. The Impersonator had left, but could be back any moment. An idea forms. "Look, kid, things are getting bad," he speaks calmly, doing his best to keep the young man's attention in the chaos "You don't like us.  I get that. But right now you may have a chance to turn things around. When that... Impersonator gets back, help us put an end to her and I'll personally put in a good word for you with the boys in blue." It was a long shot, but it was all he had.

OOC : 08:43, Today: Silver Streak rolled 9 using 2d6+1 with rolls of 4,4.  Talk things out.

(Partial success.)


"How about this instead--" says Blue Dragon, "--you guys let me out'a this cell, and then I help, and then mmmmaybe, if we beat these guys, you guys look th' other way while I escape afterwards?"

(Any of you (except maybe Scraps) may respond to Blue Dragon's counter-proposal next, but don't post about anything else otherwise yet...)

While billowing flames and heat, Scorch Scale couldn't help but chuckle as he said "You're not getting a jail free card that easy."
He had to I take a breath and finish off his point.
"Unlike you, I don't need weak goons to help me do my job."
Which he proved when he returned to pushing the Knight back as he had moments earlier.
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"--Fine, be that way then...!" yells Blue Dragon, and he rushes forward and shocks Goodwill.

(Goodwill takes 1 stress-- 2, but reduced to 1 by his being so Durable.)

Meanwhile, the knight is shouting. "Drocan! Hie! Come out! Emerge from yon hall of justice, an ye would meet your fate bravely! It was e'er said that Drocan was mighty and terrifying, but ne'er that he was craven...!"

With all the activity and confusion of battles, most may have overlooked the puppy running chaotically around and barking.

And now, as the Knight of St George stumbled backwards into the yard outside, Scraps racer up behind him and latched on to the leather armour tie at his ankle.   Pulling him backwards, and largely off balance, so that he couldn’t attack anyone.
- rolled 8; Hold ‘em Off.
— They can’t attack anyone they weren’t already attacking ... which I hope means, as he wasn’t attacking anyone ...

Like any puppy with a mouthful of ankle/sock/whatever, Scraps was pulling in all kinds of directions, shaking his ‘catch’ and growling playfully.

Saul knew he had to get some protection going for Silver Streak, but the most he could think of was defeating the villianess who was not here.
Looking, he found a loose rebar from when the knight broke the wall. "Keep this for that imposter woman." He said, chucking the bar to Silver Streak.

Scorch Scale was turning towards the opening as he was saying. "You may parade as a Knight, but you have no sense of justice if you would let a criminal be released or another harm heroes of the city. Am I really your enemy, Knight? "

The Silver Streak shakes his head at the Blue Dragon's choice. What a waste. Catching the rebar he decides to change course. He scrambles towards the doors and calls out to the disarmed officers. "Now, while they're distracted - I need some support! Is there an armory, tools, something I can use?"

OOC : 20:19, Today: Silver Streak rolled 12 using 2d6+1 with rolls of 5,6.  Play to the Crowd.

--They think better of you as a group
--They provide assistance
--You are buoyed by their cheers and take +1 Ongoing until they are seriously threatened or the scene ends

"I hight Sir Gareth, Drocan-- release me, cur! --I am here for thee, and thee only-- heel, hound! --save shouldst any attempt to block my way to defeating thee... avaunt, mongrel...!"

He keeps gently shaking his heel to try to get Scraps to release him...

"...The armory's too far, if you don't have your speed... what sort of tools do you want...?" says a policeman...

Scraps continued to hold and tug at Sir Gareth’s pant leg (or armour strap) ... in that way that annoying puppies can.
Feeling like quite the wolf, he growled (un)menacingly as he did so.


~ rolled 13 using 2d6+2 with rolls of 5,6.  continue to Hold ‘Em Off.

= You take away useful items from them: cause Sir Gareth to drop his sword (preferably by accidentally throwing it far out of reach)
         and
= They can’t attack anyone they weren’t already attacking.

Sir Gareth drops his sword, and it lands several feet away. "Oh, for... look, that's enough from you, master hound...!"

Sir Gareth picks up Scraps bodily, detaching Scraps from what he was biting onto, and gives him a good slide across the pavement. Then Sir Gareth rushes to pick up his sword again...