Are toi ready for epic cul, ass kicking? ARE YOU??

Adrenaline pumping, Zephyr rushed vers l'avant, vers l’avant to meet one of the attackers, katana in hand. His dark eyes gleamed with a terrifying fierceness as he focused all his power on the enemy.
SilverWings allowed instinct to take over as she fended of a foe with her one good arm, Thirteen defending his partner from behind.
Blaze, hands aflame, pounded the closest thug, leaving just as many bruises as burns.
Richi had his black one-handed sword drawn and slashing at the thugs. Many tried to stay out of his reach, but a select few were unfortunate enough to receive fatal blows from the blade.
Zephyer struck quick and his katana sliced one attacker across the ribs. The wounded opponent doubled over, long enough for the boy to glance to his right and spot Scotch, a dagger in hand, trying to keep a thug back, while a seconde approached her from behind.
"Scotch," he shouted, "behind-"
He was cut off as a fist slammed into him and knocked him into a wall. Zephyer shook his head and looked up at his attacker, locking onto his glowing purple eyes.
"Mutant," the boy croaked as the thug grinned malicously, montrer off venom coated fangs. The predator opened it's jaws and snapped at it's prey. But before the snake had a chance to sink it's incisors into it's victim's flesh, a white blur hurtled into it, knocking it aside. Without pausing a moment to ponder his rescue, Zephyr swept up his blade and leapt back up into battle.

Scotch's eyes widened as she suddenly found herself surrounded par attackers on either side. The dagger in her hand morphed into a pistol and she fired a shaky shot into the closest thug. He barely blinked as the bullet embedded into his chest, drawing oily black blood.
Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to shout for help. A streak of black cut through the air and the head of one of the mutant's fell to the ground. His reptilian brethren looked his way, just in time for it to be engulfed in a ball of flame. The burning body collapsed beside its decapitated partner.
Richi and Blaze exchanged a quick triumphant high five. The latter offered his hand and helped the violet haired girl to his side. "Their heads," Richi muttered, then shouted for his allies to hear. "They're mutants! Take off their heads! It's the only way!"
"Like zombies," Aryess noted. She swiped her dagger at an opponent. He stumbled back and tripped over Thirteen's outstretched pole. The attacker tripped back and collapsed onto it's back. Czarina leapt into the brawl and finished it par tearing off the head of the mutant with her razor sharp canines.

Zephyr swung his katana, cutting through the neck of an adversary. He had a mere seconde to smirk as his opponent crumpled to the ground, for claws suddenly slashed his back. He gasped and stumbled stumbled into a row of seats, then toppled over them, blood smearing the leather seat.
The lizard-man licked his fangs and leapt over the siège for his victim, but was suprised to be knocked back par a bullet to the face. Scotch stood, her cover compromised, and raised her pistol again at the mutant. She fired an round of lead into the thug, finishing him off.
Blaze skidded to stop beside his allies. "You ladies alright?"
"Yeah," Valeriya and Scotch a dit as the brunette got to her feet.
A body skidded to their feet. The three teens looked up as Silver ran over, who was soon followed par the white loup and Richi.
"There are plus than I realized!" Aryess exclaimed, slightly out of breath.
"Thirteen!" Blaze yelled. The blonde boy looked over his shoulder were he was struggling to hold his ground and nodded. He swept back one last goon with his pole and sprinted the other way. Alek slid on his knees and threw up a dome of energy as he met the others. Flames completely engulfed the Brit. He closed his eyes, concentrated his power, and unleashed a waves of feu into the hoard of approaching lizard-men. The flames spread in a fury, brushing the force field, and dealt with the remaining thugs, then burnt themselves out.
Almost immediately the fires sprinklers engaged. Alek lowered his shield at the same time Nic extinguished the flames coating his body, both boys short of breath.
Richi ran his eyes over the airport which had once been sparkling and blinding white, was now splattered with black blood, sprinkled par a thin layer of ash- both of which were running together in the spraying water-, and all-in-all depicted a war zone. His eyes settled on the last mutant that Silver had kicked into the seats, groaning but alive and conscious.
Richi flipped his sword and slid it into the sheath around his waist, just as the wail of approaching sirens reached his ears.
"Let's get out of here, gang," he breathed.