The PRT suits were more impressive then then I expected them to be. More like riot gear then typical SWAT or police. Which I suppose made sense. A lot of Parahumans liked to get messy up close and had the means to do so, meaning a more encompassing set of protection was necessary then your typical bullet proof vest.
One of the guys in one in the passenger side saw me approach and flashed a hand up, "Official business."
"Yeah I know, I'm it," I said to him blank faced. "You brought the pants?"
"Can you pro-," he started to ask before realizing just what I had asked him "yeah you're the guy."
Smirked, "I'll get in the back."
"Hold up," he called out warningly, "Can you prove your parahuman?"
"The reason I asked for pants is because I'm only wearing my shadow right now," I informed him helpfully.
The driver, a woman in matching gear snorted at that.
"Right," he responded, "Okay you need a mask or anything? And what do I call you?"
"Haven't come up with anything yet, and changer in versely," I responded.
He did a double take on that, "And you're jumping into an Endbringer fight?"
I looked at him flatly, "I get why people keep asking that, but yes and yes I'm sure I want to do this," I stated in what was obviously an annoyed tone.
He raised both eyebrows at that, "Right, move around there's someone back there with what you asked for."
"Radical," I flashed him a thumbs up before rushing around reaching the back just as the door was opening.
Two more officers were inside, one with what looked like the bastard child of a grenade launcher and one of those 'high end' super soakers cradled in his arms.
"Pants?" I asked.
They looked at each other and passenger seat guy looked back, "Says it him."
The one not currently holding what I assumed was a containment foam launcher reached out and grabbed my hands helping me in.
"So, pants?" I asked again.
A bag with a set of black...not not jeans, but not latex either was thrown at me.
"Awesome. Don't foam me," I responded, before ripping my skin off.
"Holy-" bit off the foam guy as he barely contained himself to following my request as my true self was revealed, the disguise I'd been wearing falling apart and disappearing into darkness as I opened up the bag and tried to get the 'pants' on.
It was looser fit then I'd hoped, but there were belt loops, even if there were not apparently pockets.
That was annoying.
"New Parahuman confirmed, no self identifier, moving to the rendezvous point," The driver called in on one of those little hand radio on a cord things.
"Belt?" I asked looking up at them.
"In the bag," was the response.
"Huh, missed that" I responded as I picked it up and reached inside.
Sure enough there was a thing, I had thought it was packaging at first.
I started threading it through as we started moving, shifting my footing so I didn't get knocked down at the sudden acceleration.
"You know you should really pick out a name before we get there," The passenger guy said.
That was a point. They actively kept track of those who were in the fight. I'd need a reporting name.
But what to call myself? "I'm a Malfean Murder Machine from another world whose power include shape shifting, supernatural martial arts, and atomic green hate fire, what the fuck do you call that?" I muttered to myself.
"Status update, reporting name is now Malfean," the driver added in.
"Hey!" I glared over, debating spending the motes to flash my cast mark or make my eyes glow in irritation.
I held back, but only because I was badly going to need every mote I had in me soon.
"You can change it later," she responded as we pulled around.
"Atomic green hate fire?" the guy with the foam gun asked.
I shrugged, "It's fire, it's green and I can give you super-cancer by burning you with it."
"That is awesome yet horrifying," he responded.
"I know right!?" I grinned at him.
"ETA one minute!" the driver called out.
Shit and I thought the roads were supposed to be packed.
"Think it'll work on an Endbringer?" he asked.
I considered it, then debated the merits of actually forcing myself to develop the super-cancer power right now just to see if it would.
Probably not. It could be upgraded to work on damned near everything but at my current level of power it probably didn't have the bite to stick onto something as resilient as an Endbringer.
~You know if you told me more about these things I might be able to tell you if it would work or not.~
Endbringers were ultimately mundane creatures, but were also complex creatures. Their outer appearing layer was just ablative armor, the real creature was deep down inside, under layers of protection that could tank a beam that would shatter a city from backlash. They could also rapidly regenerate at a speed even an Exalt would consider impossible.
~...probably not.~
That was the problem with Green Sun Nimbus Flare. It only added to the pain I could deal. If I couldn't actually hurt something through it's protective measures I couldn't trigger the effect.
And I didn't have a perfect attack.
"Nope!" I responded. "Only one way to find out though."
He exhaled at that, "Yeah I guess that's true."
I also had motes to burn, a perfect defense, a shaping defense, and the inherent advantages of being an Exalt. If I went in as a meat shield I'd be able to last a while.
"That stuff dangerous to anyone else around you when you use it?" The agent who had handed me pants asked.
"Only to things I burn," I stated. "And it's a striker power, no worries about friendly fire."
"But that'd mean-" the foam guy started then stopped.
"Supernatural Martial Arts," I responded. "I figure I can get a shot in at least," functionally baseline humans with a lot less had managed it before after all.
"You're fucking nuts you know that?" The passenger seat guy said.
"Oh undoubtedly," I responded. This entire situation was insane, how more so was I to rush in?
But then again, this is what Slayers did. It's what heroes were supposed to do and I wanted to be a hero right? At least more then I wanted to be a monster.
Though a heroic monster could be pretty cool as well.
And my odds were actually a lot better then you'd think. I had a perfect defense, and while that could tap out, I wasn't exactly going into the fight by my lonesome. I could last a while. Probably long enough to at least make a annoyance of myself.
~This sounds like an excellent plan.~
On the bright side if I did survive, I'd probably get a ton of experience from it, a significant boost to my reputation, and a good taste of how combat worked in this world. Which I could then use to help with the whole 'take over a city' thing.
~Well at least you're considering your duties.~
Of course, wouldn't do to piss off the bosses. They could drive me insane if I did.
"We're here!" called the driver as slowed down, eventually coming to a stop.
The pants providing agent moved over and opened the door back up.
I jumped out, and promptly found myself face to face with some of this worlds greatest and most horrible champions.