(Note: first time writing an action sceen, I apologize if it isn't very good. Thank you.)

Marco Mendez

"Your form is excellent Mr. Mendez!" Damn this bastard can take a lot of arrows. "I've always," Sander licked his lips, "admired that about you." Christ, even when he's trying to kill me he is still a creeper.

Quit teleporting!

"Will you shut up so I can kill you already? Jackass!" I'm a cartoonist, I need time to think of witty banter. And a heated battle is not conducive to the creative process. He's slowing down some, I can see where he's going to appear. He must be getting weak.

"Tut tut Mr. Mendez! No need for such lang-!" take that! Upside of lots of dead bodies laying around, lots of telekinesis ammo.

Cohen knows the fort like the back of his glowing gloved hand. Got to be on guard, don't let your anger make you sloppy Marco. Crap where'd he go? There!

"AAArrrrggghh!" Oh hell.

"Daddy get him!"

Well, this is not good. RUN! Gah! Got to take out Cohen and escape before the tin daddy takes me out.

"Why little moth, you've got a fan." I'm going to love killing this nut case.

Side step the drill, and run some more. Crap!

"Surprise!"

"Gah!" He's stronger than he looks! I can't believe he's knocked me down. Oh lord don't let him molest me! Those eyes. It's like they're…hungry. Sorry Tenenbaum, Alyssa, looks like I failed you.

….sorry Hec.

I don't want to die like this, with an insane splicer pervert on top of me at the bottom of the Atlantic ocean. I was always opting for the in my sleep at ninety. Suppose that was asking too much. His hands are freezing my arms, I can't move…I can't-

"Get him Daddy! Get him!"

"What? OH SH-!" Sander didn't see that one coming. He's looking at drill in his chest in disbelief. And now at me. Eww, even worse going back out! Curtains for Cohen.

"Kill him Mr. B!" Dang it sister hush up! One down, two to go.

And time to run again

I'll lead him back to Poseidon's Plaza. Quickly, quickly now up the stairs. Oh it's cold! Is he still following me?

"KILL HIM!" That's a yes. For a little girl she's kind of bloodthirsty.

Where to go? Where to go? Not Sinclair Sprits, they're way over priced. Pharaoh's Fortune? Yah, I'll run up the stairs and take him by surprise and this place is full of trap wires!

"GURRRAHH!" Side step, and crouch. Time for some fireworks.

"Get him Mr. B! Get-DADDY!" pretty lights.

Well, look who's not dead. This guy! Go me.

Oh she's crying. Well, I suppose I'd better take care of her before one of those plastered monsters gets to her. I could use the extra ADAM for the trip to Tenenbaum. Besides, I've had my eye on that Boozehound tonic; when I get topside I am going to live it up and it would be nice for me if my liver got stronger when I drown it in rum. And when I get home that's the first thing I'm going to do.

"Hold still now dear." More pretty lights.

Alyssa Violetta

And the winner is….That guy! Wooo, take a bow! I really should learn his name before we meet. I'll be a bit awkward fleeing for our lives not being properly introduced. When he gets the radios working again I'll ask Brigid.

That really was amazing, but now It's my turn. This city is crawling with super powered, blood thirsty lunatics. Lucky me blood thirsty lunatics are easily amused. All I've got to do is distract the splicers long enough to give Tenenbaum and my partner enough time to prepare and come get me. I'm going to put on a hell of a show, and then get the hell out of Rapture. I wonder if I have any flats suitable for television and running for my life? I'll check in wardrobe.