Sunday trouble: part 2

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3rd person POV:

Lycan, upon seeing Adam fighting cops, rushed even faster towards him.

Lycan: ADAM!!

Adam:?

Charging past the police and knocking away any White Fang in his way, Lycan threw a punch at the masked leader.

He was fast enough to raise his blade, catching Lycan's claws, and absorbing the impact of the blade.

Adam: Ugh, Lycan, what are you doing here?

Lycan: I'm here to kick your ass!

Adam:(sigh)... Why do you insist, protecting these scums?

Lycan: The only scum here is you!

Retracting his arm back as Adam pushed his blade forward, Lycan swung his other arm, making the White Fang leader swayed back.

Simin: Lycan! Switch out with the girls, and take out the grunts!

Lycan: Eh? But- agh, fine!

Vella hopped onto Lycan's shoulder to use as a step to leap higher into the air.

With a corkscrew flip, she rained down bullets by using her semblance on her bow to make it rapid-fire.

Adam deflected most of the shots, but with his attention in the air, he failed to see Ragora's familiar ram into him.

Getting knocked back, into a wall.

Above him, Vella landed on a window sill.

Vella: Hm?

Inside, she saw Brandon rush past.

Vella: Hey! The fedora guy is inside!

Simin: Hm?

Kicking away one of the White Fang, Simin's attention went onto the lab.

Simin:(mind) What does he want inside there?

Simin: Lycan, keep your cool, and put pressure on Adam. Don't give him a chance to block or attack!

Simin: Girls, back him up, I'll take care of mister Fedora!

Ragora: Alone?

Simin: This is all probably just a distraction so he could steal something. I'll be fine.

Simin: You all be careful!

Rushing into the lab, Simin searches for Brandon, who he easily found in a large open room meant for the testing of inventions.

Brandon was fiddling with a machine.

Taking notice of the open truck gate, Simin deduced this machine was something Brandon brought with him.

Simin: You know the drill.

Brandon: Oh, why hello there, Simin, so nice of you to drop by.

Without stopping his work, Brandon continued talking.

Brandon: Care to help me? I'm sure you could fix this in no time.

Simin: No thanks.

He got in closer.

(Boop)

Brandon: A shame... But I'm done anyway.

Simin: I'm taking you in.

Brandon spun around and three a kick which Simin matched.

Like two blades, their legs crossed.

Brandon: Do you remember who I am?

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