My wings beat with ever increasing force as I did the airborne equivalent of sprint towards the sight of the explosion.

Gunfire echoed, and a few moments later a second explosions sounded.

This was no minor skirmish.

My anima started to dim as I closed in on the scene, of the conflict, and I barely had a half second to decide weather to keep my wings or shed them as I took in all I could.

A man with a steel tiger like mask working beside a thin woman with a cage around her head to fight what looked like a massive mound of trash and debris. Stormtiger and Cricket fighting Mush. Skinheads trading shots with three times their number in less uniform men. One Giant of a woman helping another to her feet from...

No idea.

Fuck it, I let my wings fade.

Then as I neared the ground I fell into my own shadow and appeared between the warring capes anima flaring back to full, as I expanded to four and a half times my normal size.

~I thought you were keeping that in re-~

Not the time! This mess was Brute City and I needed every inch of hardened muscle I could get between me and the chaos around me.

Speaking of which.

"Is this a private party-?"

Mush threw an punch so sloppy I'd have seen it coming a mile away even if it wasn't the size of a minivan.

Brass clad fingers dug into the garbage golem's wrist as I twisted around lifting and throwing the huge cape like he wasn't ten times my already expanded size.

"-Or can anyone join," I growled out through my glowing brass carapace. Dragon of emerald flame roaring challenge around me.

The gunfire just stopped.

Then a tank shell fired out of the middle of thin air and smashed into my face.

I knew it was a tank shell, because at the level of durability I was at, nothing short of that would really so much as sting, and what hit me knocked me flat on my back.

Stars swam in my vision for a moment.

Then clarity resumed.

I grunted as I pushed myself back to my feet, "...eed a surprise negator."

Then spotting the discarded shell ejected from the presumably invisible tank, lunged forward, dug my fingers into said invisible vehicle, and flaring motes, heaved.

The light in font of me warped as whatever stealth field was concealing the thing fluxed under the abuse. Though inaudible I could feel the vibration of an engine roar, and screams cry out as I lifted the thing up.

Then with it firmly in grip, let it, and myself fall backward in an cataclysmic BANG.

Yeah, I just suplexed an invisible tank. That is a thing I can do.

Or rather formerly invisible tank as that little stunt seemed to have smashed up it's cloaking field pretty bad... along with most of it's other stuff.

Unfortunately the Empire didn't seem very appreciative as the moment I finished doing so the first of the giant women tried to gut me with her spear.

Some people just do not know how to show their appreciation.