O shitake mushrooms, that guy is BIG! When Snarly had gone down, the final member of the D.S.B. squad left on the ground, who was definitely a bear hybrid, had decided to make this a two on one fight. This guy stood at about 7 feet tall and looked like he would exceed the cargo capacity weight limit for a freight elevator. He was even hairier then the first guy and his fist looked like it could do as much damage as Gozen's.

Dammit Fang, where are you?

MAX

As if on cue, the object of my frustration appeared out of thin air, right behind the huge mutant. He immediately started to kick and punch anywhere he could reach, aiming for the oversized face. The bear hybrid swung its fist down at him in an overhead swing, which Fang dodged. The impact of the fist hitting the ground actually created a small crater in the tile and concrete floor! We both seized the opportunity to start attacking the guy, but he shrugged off the hits like we were flies.

At least I didn't break my fist when I hit him. That would have left me wide open for Snarly's strike, with the wolverine lunging in from my right. As it was I was barely able to step back and I prepared to clock him on the head again as he passed. This time however, he expected the move and pulled up short, making me fight him where he had the advantage of using his bulk and claws. I decided that I had had enough of him and flew up into the air alongside Fang, who was becoming invisible again.

Sayonara, suckers, I thought, dropping Iggy's bomb down on top of two very angry mutants.

N-41

I watched impassively as both N-37 and N-39 were thrown back by the bomb's shockwave. The dark one's arrival had tipped the scales in our enemies' favor. I waited for the time to strike as Max and the boy landed, in order to take advantage of the momentary weakness of their opponents. I folded my wings in mid-air, dropping fifteen meters in two seconds. I landed in a crouch directly behind the one called Fang, and struck out with a quick jab to the small of his back. Max only had time to cry out before N-37 and N-39 jumped back into the fray, putting her on the defensive.

I advanced on Fang, who had fallen to the ground without a sound. As I got closer, he suddenly jumped up and kicked me in the stomach, leaving me hunched over and gasping for breath. I rolled onto my back in order to evade the punch he threw at my head. Fang stood back and watched me as I stood up and assumed a fighting stance. I waited for him to make the first move, but he just stood there, in a casual pose that you would not expect from a person engaged in a fight to the death. I had decided to advance and see how he would react when I was tackled and put in a headlock from behind.

Fang turned away to assist Max, as I struggled to shake off my attacker. I rolled forward into a somersault, pulling him/her with me. They let go of me just before they were pulled underneath me, and I spun around to identify the one who had ambushed me. It was the dark skinned girl listed in the files as Nudge. I brought up her file in my mind's eye and looked it over. All it said was that she was the fourth oldest of the targets and that she was to be terminated. I paid no attention to the lack of information and began my attack.

Ter Borcht and the other two men watched from the side of the enclosure, behind a sheet of shatter-resistant glass. All mutants on both sides were now engaged in combat, and it was starting to look like the avian hybrids were going to win, despite the obvious power of the DSB squad. The chief of security saw this and stepped out from behind the protective glass, drawing his sidearm as he did so. He saw that the greatest threat to the N's was the bomb-throwing pyromaniac, and started to move in for a clear shot.

Nudge blocked N-41's punch and dodged the follow up kick. So far she had managed to keep up with the other avian hybrid, avoiding all of his attacks but being unable to land any of her own. Her concentration on the fight was interrupted by a loud bang. Both fighters looked over to see the security guard holding a smoking pistol, and heard a cry of shock and pain from Iggy. Without thinking, Nudge threw her arm out, feeling an overriding need to stop the man from shooting Iggy again. The gun flew out of the surprised guard's hand, coming directly towards her. Nudge smiled and was about to catch the pistol when her opponent snatched it out of the air. His face was devoid of all emotion as he aimed the weapon directly at Max.

N-41

I aimed at Max, trying to line up a headshot on the rapidly moving target. If I missed, I could easily hit the huge bulk of N-39. I was about to squeeze the trigger when I felt a strong force trying to pull the gun away from me as it had from the guard. I tightened my grip as my aim was pulled off and the force increased. The power steadily increased until my entire body was being pulled in the direction of Nudge, who held her arm out as if she also held onto the gun. I tried to back away from her, but she gave of one final burst of power, that tore the pistol from my grasp. I cried out as a spike of pain stabbed my brain, and I blacked out.

MAX

When Iggy hit the ground, I knew that we had to leave soon or risk leaving one member short. I kicked the tooth-filled face of the bear hybrid away and sprinted as fast as I could for Iggy.

Fang was left by himself as I ran, and shouted to Nudge to throw him the gun, which she had somehow gotten a hold of. He immediately started to shoot at the two flying mutants, putting holes in the owl's wing and the insect's arms. Both hybrids backed away as I arrived, giving Fang a chance to give Gazzy and Angel an opportunity to do a U and A. I half-dragged, half-carried Iggy over to where Nudge and Fang were standing. Fang held the gun out in front of him, making it clear that if anyone attacked, they would get the next bullet.

The bad guy's were pretty beat up, a bit worse then we were. The wolverine-boy looked like he was going to fall over, the bear and armadillo thugs both showed signs of explosive damage, and the owl and deerfly hybrids were nursing bullet holes. The cougar man who had been fighting Gazzy had passed out, and there were green clouds of vapor still hanging around the area.

"Nudge, do you know what happened to your guy?" I asked. She shook her head in response. The bird-boy who had been fighting her had barely a mark on him, but was out cold on the ground. "Iggy, are you still with us?" He was leaning on my shoulder, and I didn't want to put him down to take a look at his wound.

His voice came, slightly forced. "Yeah."

"Where did you get hit?"

"My leg, right at the hip. It hurt's like crap, but I can fly. It'll just take a bit to get me walking again."

"Alright then. Gazzy, could you get out the loud bomb?"