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Sammuel had been affectivly distracted by the hand, hitting the floor then from the next blow with a grunt. But instinct saved him for as soon as he hit the floor he was rolling out of the way to avoid the next attack. And before he knew it Ava was in the room with him and Ras, “Well now looks like the real party has started.” He said more to himself, and despite his playful banter, deep down he was a little worried for Ras and Ava more so than himself. Granted they were strong altered women but this was Sam, he was fond of the two already, and that instantly made him defensive of them. This wasn’t their fight, it was his, and he didn’t want them to get caught up in it. He was getting noble in his old age-at least he’d heard someone tell him that once.

From the looks of things though they were already involved and the best thing he could do was roll with the punches. Literally. The Shadow remained on the defensive side for now, since he wasn’t used to fighting without his powers that much. But he was on his feet again down low in a crouch as Ava fought the angelic looking altered. Abigails blade was coming for him though and he barely avoided it. Coming away with a shallow cut running vertically up his arm. Sam made sure to stay out of the weapons range then, his devious mind whirling to cook up a plan of action. Out of the corner of his eye though he noticed Ava with..bombs? Even without his heightened senses the smell told him they weren’t the norm. exploding bombs.

Which was a slight relief; he doubted anyway that she’d go and blow them all up. Just before they went off he blindfolded himself, even though he could see perfectly without it now that his abilities were null and void. Sam was just used to wearing it and it prevented him from being blinded so much by the bright flash of light. It gave him a slight advantage. As it did someone else it seemed as he heard the slight whoosh of air and before he knew it he was seeing Abigail hit with arrows. Inwardly he cringed, Looks like everyone is having fun at this party but me. He thought while shaking his head. The unfamiliar voice made him wonder though, but it didn’t divert his attention away from the enemy-unlike Abbi who seemed more focused on the two females than him.

Sam took this as an opportune moment to launch his half-baked scheme. He crept along the ground, close to the wall, and shot his hand out wrapping it in a vice like grip around the enemy altereds ankle. Giving a swift yank he hoped to catch her off guard and if she had gone down like he had wanted he would have her pinned swiftly with her own weapon forced from her hands pressed hard against her neck.

Within the fury of motion that had just occured before her, Ras had had little time to react. With the advent of Ava, and strange girl, she had been hesitant to make a move. In part to the fact, it would be foolish to throw a knife or attack in this mess, inpart to her new found inadequacies. With her own power dulled by Abigal's, she was all but average. This left her perhaps on Abigal's level-- she knew hand to hand combat, remained proficient with her knives, and could retain her natural flexibility and strength. Still. Ras had never fought without her above average abilities, however boring they were in comparison with other altered. At last, with an opening in the action, Ras would sieze it.

Although back from the action, Ras had been keeping as close behind Abigal as was safe. Skirting the room in a cat-like fashion, she would presently drop and place her off to Abigal's side. Crouched low and close as she was, and with the brief moment in which this takes place, Abigal may or may not note our little miss' presence. As Abigal stood, and if she had not been seen, Ras would make two distinct slashing motions. One would aim for Abby's hamstring, the other for her mid-section. Whether or not these attacks had been succsessful, Ras would fall back and position herself between Sam in his advesary.

"You think we will accept that? You should know your, opposition better." Ras would say this vehemence, he expression one of abject fury and determination. "Leave this place now, and I will ensure you will leave with no further harm. Otherwise, you can be positive one of these will be quite obliged to find your dispassionate heart." At the word these, she would blithely twirl one of her knives.

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In the meantime, Indigo was inching closer and closer to Retribution, presumabely now that he was deep within the ruins of the city. With his eyes darting about every which way, he at last slowed his steady run until at least he remained motionless. Peering about with the interest of a tourist, he noted from movement to his left. Creeping steadily closer, he happened upon a ragged altered boy hiding amongst some trash bins.

"Who are you?" He inquired sharply, and the boy scrutinized him sternly.
"That's not for you to know. I could ask the same thing, but I'm more interested in what your doing here."
At this Indigo cast a nervous glance over his shoulder, and ducked down amongst the trash bins with him. "I'm on the run from the Institute... I've just escaped, and I'm searching for the rumored rebel base, Retribution. Do you know of it? Or are you altered?" His voice was quick, hurried, and above all serious. His story was believable, particularly to the boy, I young foarger of Retribution.
"I am." He puffed up importantly. "Aaand. I know where it is, and I can show you where if you can prove your not lying." In his current position the stranger felt as if he had a certain amount of authority over the elder boy. Without surprise, he felt at ease to take advantage of it. His smug facial expression, was enough to make Indigo want to crackcrack snap the boy's neck. Instead he would turn to see if Parris had followed him, and raise his eyebrows questioningly.

Katerina was slightly suprised at Ras and Sam's sudden action. At least it made my job a little easier..... Katerina adjusted her aim again, so it was back at Abigal's Solar Plexus. I concur. We will not hand Sam over, under any circumstances. Katerina paused for a few seconds, waiting for a reaction. Not getting one right away, she started talking again. What I find curious, is that you are definitly an Altered, yet you are hunting your own kind. Why? Even though Katerina's telepathy was disabled, she knew enough about the way an intelligent mind worked to know what people were most probably thinking. From what Katerina could tell, Abigal had the makings of a scarred psyche. If she has some sort of mental scarring, I could work with that.....

Bailey narrowed her eyes at the boy. She was exhausted from the previous day's adventure and had been through enough, she was ready to go to bed. So, not to be mean or sound harsh, but she didn't have the time to explain everything that night and help Trent. "I help every Altered out to the best of my abilities. You just have to trust me, let's find you a room." She ended up sounding harsh, but she was sleep deprived.

Seeing Vlase's face had caught her attention, and she watched him enter and his sudden politeness through her off guard. But once his words had formed together as whole ideas, Bailey realized what he was saying and nodded quickly. She turned to Trent and smiled slightly. "I'm sure you can find a room on your own. Once you are situated, come find me and I'll give you a tour. But as of now, it sounds like I have something to take care of."

She took a few steps closer to Vlase and lowered her voice. "Do you have any other information on what is going on? What woman?" As she spoke, she headed out of the infirmary, motioning for Vlase to follow her out. If there was in fact an Institute member who had discovered the base and their power was to drain other Altered's abilities, something would have to be done immediately. The person would not be allowed to leave alive. They couldn't risk letting the Institute know where Retribution was.

His plan, as half-baked as it was worked! Well, only half. Guess that’s why they call it half-baked; because as soon as he had her on the floor before he could pin her, her staff jabbed up into him. He skidded back a ways with a ‘oof’, his hand over the already bruising mark. As The Shadow tried to recover another assault came his way and before he knew it he was tipping his head up and away to get rid of the pressure of the blade against his neck. “Heh…just can’t keep your hands off me either eh Abigail..?” He grunted, trying to regain his lost breath . The position he was in was a rather bad one. Especially seeing out of the corner of his eye Ras planning to attack. And then the other girl with Ava pointing the arrow at him; to say the least it was very uncomfortable.

“You know…As much as I like the attention, I’m afraid you’re not my type, love.” Sammuel murmured and his same old smirk returned as he let his head fall forward slightly against the blade. It hung there for a moment, before he snapped his head back crashing it in the angelic-looking altereds’ face. Blood seeped from the cut that he now had on his neck but it was a small price to pay as he now slipped away from her. “Alright ladies she’s all yours!” He called once a safer distance away-closer to the door actually. But Sam wouldn’t abandon them-he just needed time to recover.

And he doubted even if he got far enough away to morph if he came in close for an attack he’d just wind up normal; since he highly doubted she’d ‘turn off’ her abilities right now.