I slipped out of the door just in time for someone to grab at me and try to shove me into a wall.

I wasn't having that, and instead twisted in and under ducking through the grab.

Only for them to just as quickly adjust tactics into a harsh elbow to unbalance me, moving to sweep my leg to get me onto the ground.

It should have been enough, against anyone else it would have been enough.

Rather then let myself get sweep I went into a controlled fall rolling back as the leg cut under me brushing ineffectually on my feat, countering with a sudden mule kick to their leg. This time catching them utterly off balance.

But they did as I did controlling the drop into a roll, and both of us sprung up in place almost perfectly in synch snapping into a more defensive stance.

Then an truck sized mass of whirling blades in the shape of a wolf looked around the corner behind the other guy.

"Crap," I uttered in general summery before turning around and sprinting full tilt down the alleyway.

Going by the booming sound of grinding metal and cracking brick I wasn't the only one.

I needed a way out fast. That first guy was skilled. I could take him, even without resorting to essence I could probably handle him by warrant of being supernaturally tough while he was not.

But Hookwolf on top of him? Nope! Just nope. All the Nope in fact. The idea of fighting hookwolf? Frankly that struck me as kind of awesome. I mean the guy was one of the local heavyweights, with only the Valkyrie twins and Lung really surpassing him in terms of raw physical capacity to do harm.

But trying to do so without spending enough for my powers to be obvious? While disguised and trying not to bring to much attention down on myself?

Nope.

Which left me two options. I could go dynamic, which was really, really tempting because fucking hookwolf.

But it was smarter to hold off and try to keep my identity under wraps for now.

Which left me with the option of escape. More accurately how the hell was I going to do that!?

I glanced back. I suppose if I had to fight then there was no helping...

...It..

...

They weren't chasing me.

...huh. Did not expect that.

I really, truly, did not honestly expect that.

I slowed down a bit feeling oddly disappointed.

The sounds of chaos raged around me, screams, sirens, gunfire, zappy sounds I hoped were awesome lasers, and I wasn't getting to be part of any of it.

...Now I felt really disappointed.

The cellphone buzzed.

I pulled it out as I stepped out of the alleyway back into the empty street, opening it up and finding a new text on it from Tattletale.

I also noticed a glow coming from one direction of said street.

I looked down at the text, which read clearly, 'g8 out asap'.

I looked at the brighter side of the street at yet another giant metal looking monster person, this one with a more elongated, smooth and scaly looking appearance. You'd think that would be less intimidating then a living mass of swinging hooks and blades, but the fact their forearms were ignited from the elbow down plus a considerably greater mass and raw presence actually tipped things in the dragon like person's favor.

So... Lung had shown up.

That was probably not a good thing.

And now he was looking at me.

...

I looked back down at the alleyway where Hookwolf had just ripped out the security door.

I looked back over at where Lung was now closing in towards me street outright melting in his wake.

I looked down the other side of the street where outside of some fleeing pedestrians and closing PRT vans was no real sign of danger.

Choices.

~Uh wasn't the whole point of this to not draw to much attention on yourself? I mean fighting right now would be completely pointless~

I grunted, okay, that was a good point. Job was already done, all fighting would do now was bring up the collateral damage count.

On the other hand... I really should hang back if I was needed to try and contain the battle incase it got out of hand.

Yeah that worked.

So that in mind I snapped a photo of Lung, and ran across the street and hid behind a dumpster.

...Well hid long enough to rip my shadow off and start working out just how the hell I was going to manage the powder keg of violence that was about to explode in front of me.

Outside of finding a bag of popcorn anyway.