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[dr_crusader]

Who: Dr. Jeremiah Stryker
What: Dangling bait
When: Night
Where: He's in Arkham; the Purifiers and all the action are in New York City
Interactions: Open, X-23, Deadpool, Colossus, Nightcrawler, no posting order
Warnings: Violence

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[cutebuthostile]

No one was looking her way. Which was just what she'd hoped. One chance at the element of surprise. Putting her hood up over her face, she slouched down a bit, and suddenly became indistinguishable from any other teenage spectator gawking at the horrible act of cruelty that was going on. From there, she ducked lower, and then began to run. Slipping through the crowd effortlessly, just another individual in a school of fish. By the time she reached the first two purifiers, it was too late for them

[1_800_deadpool]

Purifiers followed her as she ducked and weaved through them. Their agility was impressive and they didn't really stumble amongst themselves. One got close enough to feel the threads of the girl's dark hair. That person got a quick bullet to the skull from Who Know's Where.

Deadpool was watching from a couch, a bag of chips at his side, the television on under the open window, and a sniper rifle wedged at his shoulder. He could see through his sight the headshot and thanks to the lag of live television watch an instant replay on the tube. He pumped his fist. "BOOM! Headshot. Triple points."

[dr_crusader]

Stryker watched the girl as she battled his Purifiers. Hmm. Two had been sacrificed already. They weren't equipped to handle her for long, skilled as they were. She was certainly not human, the claws proved that much. He made a mental note to demand from his supporters the funds necessary to purchase heavier armor.

Despite this, she would make a better subject than his usual quarry-

Wait. A third man had been killed; she wasn't alone. He switched on the comm for No.5 and ordered him to quietly step back into the shadows, hopefully out of view of the gunman- the girl's apparent back-up. "Try to find her friend. He or she is across the street; behind the crowd. Likely above them, as well."

To No.7, he said, "You are now on hostage duty; step behind the victim, out of the line of fire." Stryker had given these orders quickly, but unfortunately not fast enough. Another of their comrades had fallen in the time it took him to talk.

[colossusmdc]

As No.5 stepped back into the shadows of an alleyway, he had just about figured out the trajectory from the sniper's bullet when a large, silvered hand clamped down on his shoulder.

"I hear you do not like mutants?"

Piotyr had been hoping to come down the alley and surprise the Purifiers, and perhaps rescue the girl, when he came upon the one. The Purifier managed to bat his hand away, possibly due to power gloves or something, but didn't have sufficient head gear to withstand Colossus' left hook.

That taken care of, Colossus looked out on the battle being waged between the lone woman and the fanatics. Seeing one of the men take up a position behind the prisoner, he decided to charge out, attempting to scatter the girl's captors and help in the rescue.