brockton bay, meet glam

[mxglam]

It's the anniversary. Glam would very much not like to celebrate.

It’s their last day on Winslow High - they’re being transferred to Arcadia on Monday - and also their last day without a patrol schedule assigned.

And the PRT released a small announcement on its website about Glam joining the Wards. Now their wiki page doesn’t get erased, of course - they’re no longer speculative. They wonder what it’s got on them.

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[alicornucopia]

Boots leg-sweeps one, not gently but not with tibia-shattering force, and punches another in the front of the shoulder, then grabs the last and flings it into a more distant Glam.

[mxglam]

The first falls, the second is pushed back and has possibly dislocated their shoulder, the third and fourth are a crumpled mess, slowly trying to get up. The remaining two try to make the best of whatever distraction the others have created, one trying to hug Boots' legs and the other trying to headbutt him.

[alicornucopia]

Boots jumps. This probably dislodges the hugger and if it doesn't it puts them in the path of the headbutt.

[msglam]

In very deed, the headbutt hits entirely the wrong target.

"Good! Now their friends are coming, they see that you're dangerous and have weapons! They're also trying to help the others."

Six more Glams appear, each holding at least one blunt weapon, some holding more and offering to the Glams that are still in the fight. The one with the dislocated shoulder crawls away to get someone to help.

[alicornucopia]

Boots lands - not on anyone - and grabs the dislocated shoulder one by the feet and throws it at an armed Glam. Then he flips over a couple of others to land behind them, kick out their knees, and take the golf club out of one's hand to swing at the midsection of the next to come his way.

[msglam]

They go on like this for a bit, until all copies are taken down.

"Awesome! See, you can take unpowered people down without breaking them."

[alicornucopia]

"Probably a couple of 'em would still have to go to the hospital."

[msglam]

"Mm, yeah, but that's acceptable. Landing on someone's shoulders and breaking their spine is harder to justify." The copies disappear. "I'm thinking of sending a couple of other Brutes at you, so you can go all out on them but so can they, and you'll need to strategize."

[alicornucopia]

"I can move around better'n most Brutes."

[msglam]

"That's true! You should use that to your advantage." Three heavily muscled copies appear. "Whenever you're ready."

And when he is one of the Brutes runs towards another, who's waiting for them with their fingers twined together to give them a boost in a leap towards Boots. The third just runs at him to try to tackle him.

[alicornucopia]

Boots roundhouses the tackler hard in the head, then kicks off from their shoulders to flip in midair and meet the thrower of the others feet-first. He's no longer where the leaper was aiming by the time he lands.

[mxglam]

The tackler falls, and the thrower's pushed. The leaper runs at Boots from behind, though, and the thrower rolls with the movement and is on their feet and going at Boots again in a moment.

[alicornucopia]

Boots jumps again, at the last moment, hoping to get them to crash into each other.

[mxglam]

They were expecting that, apparently, because just after Boots did it the thrower used the same move they'd used before to launch the other one after him.

[alicornucopia]

Ah heck.

Boots grabs the rafter and kicks the approaching brute in the face as soon as their face is there. Both feet.

[mxglam]

Ow. That must've hurt.

Or, well, you know, the closest thing to that for a guided projection.

The first one Boots'd kicked is up again, and thrower uses their move a third time, sending them to try to grab Boots from the rafter, probably with some plan for what to do about a potential kick.

[alicornucopia]

Boots flips feet-to-ceiling and launches himself at the floor hands first, lands, and flips right at the thrower, shoulder to solar plexus with the force of a full jump behind him.

[mxglam]

They're thrown at the one who'd been trying to recover from the kick to the head. Two out of three.

The one who'd been launched is about to land, though, after pushing the rafters in such a way as to do it on Boots.

[alicornucopia]

Boots is at the wall, kicking off from it to flip midair, catch the copy's head between his calves, and twist.

[msglam]

Three down. Sadde whistles. "That was kind of really amazing to watch."

[alicornucopia]

Boots grins at her.

[msglam]

"I'm thinking of sending Mover-Strikers at you now, and then mixing it up in a less predictable way."

[alicornucopia]

"Man, I can't deal with Strikers, I got nothing at range."

[msglam]

"Then this is as good a time as any to train going against those! And we should figure something out at least to buy you time while you call for backup, or maybe only pair you with someone who can deal with them. What do you currently do when you face one?"

[alicornucopia]

"Throw shit at them until somebody else comes along to help."