Part Two: Fawkses of Fire
"Let's light it up!"
The wounded but undaunted Firefawks charged into the fray, holding a firey scimitar. The Council soldier didn't know what hit him as the blade sent him to the floor. Grinning, the Fawks shrugged off more stray projectiles as he charged alongside his fellow heroes engaged in a fierce melee with an entire platoon of the fascist army. He pulled out his hastily-constructed multipurpose gun from nowhere and fired a powerful shot which brought down another soldier, then Firefawks himself was knocked back by a grenade, injured almost to the point of unconsciousness…
Still without fear, Firefawks grinned and hopped up, whipping out his fire scimitar. Charged with fury and defiance in the face of overwhelming odds, he leaped into battle and span with his blade, taking down every enemy around him! But a falling marksman managed to fire one last shot as he went down, which hit Firefawks square in the chest. The orange hero fell to the floor… and disappeared.
Seconds later, in the Steel Canyon hospital, Firefawks hung suspended in a healing chamber, adapted alien technology restoring his body to perfect health and revitalising his stamina. As the field dropped him, he stood up straight and opened his eyes.
"Woo! That was nuts! Back in a second guys!" he said into his team communicator as he bolted down the hall into the lift, and out the hospital door- the battle was taking place in an office building just down the block from the hospital.
A minute later, Firefawks burst out of the office lift to catch up with his team. They hadn't quite arrested all the Council soldiers in the building yet, and besides, there was a catgirl on the team Firefawks was thinking of asking out… thankfully, his team were all assembled and just starting into another unit of the black-clad soldiers. Firefawks once again leapt into the fray, determined to make up for lost time by taking down everything that moved!
But in his enthusiasm, Firefawks let his auto-target stray to a soldier near a door at the edge of the room, not participating in the current engagement… catching a round of bullets in his armoured back was enough for the grunt to call on his unit to join the fray, and over a dozen more Council charged through the door before the team had even finished with the last lot!
"Oops. Sorry!" called Firefawks to his teammates, but they didn't seem to mind. Despite their unprepared state, the other heroes engaged the new wave of enemies, and Firefawks, still wanting to make up for his mistake, fought with extra fury as he opened fire again, not worrying about the wounds he was taking…
…he woke up once again in the hospital. "Wait, don't finish without me!" Firefawks shouted over his communicator as he bolted down the hall once again.