Owner Pose
Phoebe Beacon     Radio City Music Hall, home of the Rockettes since TIME IMMEMMORIAL, a holy ground for performers that has hosted the greats like the Greatful Dead, Sting, and once upon a time a small group of costumed performers in the vein of the mutated hamster dance party. It was a weird time in the early 90's.

    Now, its huge auditorium -- the largest, in fact, in the world -- was graffitti'd. There are spraypainted magical circles, carefully drawn up to the walls. There are circles on the floor, with chairs pulled up and pushed aside to create barriers.

    There were charges hidden in the ceiling fixtures to bring the building down.

    Phoebe was not unaware of the risk she was taking upon herself. She was, however, rather wary on what risk she was placing on others. The stage has been warded. Once activated, nothing more holy than a particularly delicious Reuban sandwich would be able to cross the tracings done in chalk.

    She hoped, anyway.

    On the stage, Phoebe's wearing her armor and her blue-lensed domino mask.
Bart Allen Bart Allen has come to help. He brought along a backpack with different stuff. He is here to help though. He did bring food along with him, as it is Bart. He does ask over the com "Can we come inside the circles and such as long as we don't mar them?"
Sara Pezzini Pulling up to the Radio City Music Hall on her motorcycle, Sara parks the bike right at the steps. She's a cop, she can get away with that but also the fact that the NYPD was far too busy with other things to worry about a bike on the sidewalk. Phoebe had given the location, and so there she was.

Pulling a pack off the back of the motorcycle, she strides into the building being careful not to cross through or get near the markings. At the moment she was wearing some heavier winter clothing, but anyone who knew anything about Witchblade would know that soon enough Sara would be naked, or mostly naked, depending on how things went.

Walking up to the stage she offers Phoebe a nod, and is careful not to say any names... she's got no clue. "Evening," she offers, setting the pack down. Back up clothing, she's not stupid.
Laura Kinney At first glance X-23 looks like a roadie. With her hair loose and a band T-shirt on she doesn't look much like an assassin. And the guitar case further aides the deception.

At least until you look inside. In the grand tradition of assassins with guitar cases when X-23 opens the case it's filled with weapons. An automatic combat shotgun takes up most of the space. With a series of drum magazines and some oversized handguns taking up the rest of the room.

She sniffs the air every now and again. Checking for trouble. Do angels even smell of anything? Who can say. It's probably pretty far down the list of questions the magical types have been considering!
Phoebe Beacon     Phoebe takes a deep breath, and she gives the Speedster a smile. "Impulse." she greets Bart, and she looks at the bag of snacks "Anything good?" she asks quietly, mostly in jest before she turns to Sara's arrival. That gives a releived grin from the mage, and she gives a nod. "Hey. Thanks for volunteering. I don't think there's too many others who'd be able to hold the energy." she greets Sara (and by extension, the Witchblade), and she looks down. "It's not the most sanitary set up, but we can put it at either arm above the elbow, or I can put it on your back over your liver, or between the shoulderblades." she states, picking up a vial and giving it a shake.

    Phoebe's already done her symbol. It was not tattooed. It also suuuuucked.

    Laura also gets a smile. Phoebe might have asked her to bring some 'larger rounds' for fighting off any surprise visitors.

    "Almost seems a shame to use such a historic place, but could you beleive it? The Majestic is STILL saying it's showing Phantom."
Bart Allen Bart Allen looks over and says "We can fix it after everything is done." The speedster offers. He does pull out a strawberry soda, and a monster slimjim offering them to Phoebe. Seems he understands the whole keeping one's energy levels up. He nods to the woman he does not know, and reaches into the bag pulling out a water offering it to Laura.
Sara Pezzini A smile touches Sara's lips as she removes her coat. Phoebe is the only person she knows, but she trusts her. That means she gives no fucks at all who else knows her name or that Witchblade exists. There was a time she cared, a time she kept it a secret, but with everything that had been going on in her life and the world for the past few months... no more fucks given.

"Which location do you believe will be the best?" She asks, still trying not to use names. "On the arm would likely be the best for Witchblade, given he can cover my arm even in normal clothing, should he need to."

Now she gives the other two a nod, "I'm Sara Pezzini," she offers to each with a smile. She then holds up her right hand and from the silver bracelet metal tendrils shoot out and wrap up her arm to the elbow forming an intricate gauntlet with a massive red stone on the back of the hand. "And this is Witchblade."

The gauntlet interferes with removing her shirt, leaving a bikini top beneath as the only thing she's wearing, but Sara seems used to this sort of 'problem'. "Yes, he had to make himself known... what do I call all of you?" That was her way of asking for introduction.
Laura Kinney Laura Kinney takes her time checking each item in the case. Her weapons are indeed selected for larger targets. Not quite her most destructive weapons, those wouldn't do for indoors, but the shotgun is loaded with solid rounds intended to breach steel doors and each handgun has the sort of highly illegal teflon coated AP rounds you can't exactly buy legally.

Bullets intended for superhuman foes... Either that or she planned on hunting an irrate grizzly bear wearing kevlar.

The request for an introduction causes her to glance up for a moment and nod. "X-23." She's clearly the chatty one. She seems a little on the petite side for her arsenal but that doesn't seem to bother her as the holsters and ammo bandoliers go on over her civilian 'disguise'.
Austin Reese The day prior, Austin had sent a text to Phoebe asking her if there was anything he could do to help. He has just received a strange package...Made all the more strange by the fact he didn't have a stable mailing address.

Once she had told him to meet her at Radio City Music Hall, which would be hard to do since NYC was on lockdown. Well hard for people who weren't already pretty skilled at ducking cops. Once he showed up, he was wearing a grey armored bodysuit, complete with ceramic protection plates. Way outside of his budget. Of course he had spruced it up with a hoodie and dark lensed goggles.

A couple of minutes late for sure, but it seems just in time for introductions, "I like what you've done with the place." He says as he gives Phoebe a wave from the entrance while heading down to the stage, "But I don't think the Rockettes will be too happy."
Phoebe Beacon     "Arm it is. Luckily, if anyone asks about it, it's a *Really* cool design. As long as you like geometry." she looks to Sara as she sits down. "Hope you like math nerds."

    Austin's arrival gets a bright smile from the magician as she raises a hand. "Hey Fledgeling!" she calls out, with no call sign or otherwise to call him, she just gives a grin. "Welcome to the Warzone. We have Impulse -- Sarah Pezzini and her friend Witchblade -- and X-23. You've met Impulse. Impulse, it's the guy we ran into on the roof a little while back." she explains, and then she takes a deep breath.

    "I'll have everyone here know that you all know my actual identity and have my full trust, which is one of the reasons why I'm allowing any of you in here. This isn't going to be something for the feint of heart. The idea is, we are surrounded at the moment by a mixture of incidniary magical circles, transferrance magicial circles attached to modified Devil's Traps." Phoebe begins. She pulls out some thin paper. She's already marked the circle in it. "Preference for blue, green or black, Sara?" she asks to Pezzini, shaking the vial again that she's been fiddling with.

    "The process is that we're going to lead some angels into the hall, to incinerate them and then drop the ceiling on them to weaken them. Any stragglers are to be taken care of by X-23 or Sara. Impulse, I want you to run some interferance and to keep our escape route open. I haven't seen any of them move as fast as you do -- but it doesn't mean they can't. Gotham Rules of Engagement are lifted due to the fact that we can't kill them in any way that really matters -- well."

    Phoebe's nose wrinkles a bit beneath her domino. "Most of us can't."

    "Once the angels are disposed of, I can activate the transferrence circles. That should transfer their essence or celestial energy to Sara and me. We'll probably survive it."
Bart Allen Bart Allen 's brow raises a bit to this and says "You need an energy channel?" He will ask her, and zooms up beside her "I am your giggazoom capacitor." He says using a technical term. To Sara, he looks over and says "Yea, Impulse, speedster, aspiring doctor, and high score holder of 253 of the 373 closest copies of MK 27. " He hmms "I might be able to beat her score some while this is all going on.." He says to himself.
Sara Pezzini Sara offers a nod to each person, "Pleased to meet you all." is offered and then she looks to Phoebe.

"Black, and not you. Zatanna made it clear, not you," she states firmly. "I'm not going against one of the leaders with another of the leaders, that's not how it works. Zatanna agreed to let you try so long as /you/ didn't do it. That's why I'm here."

Now she removes her pants and boots, leaving her in a bikini that Witchblade can destroy all he wants if he needs to, and he will... he seems to enjoy the shredding part.

"I like nerds," she then offers as she extends her arm toward Phoebe. "So whatever has to be done, will be done, and don't worry about infection because I don't get those." She grins. "And just so the rest of you know, I'm not getting mostly naked cause I'm some sort of pervert. Witchblade destroys clothing when he's fully engaged, and I'm running low on clothing. Not getting paid right now, so yeah..."
Laura Kinney Laura Kinney glances up. "Literally drop the ceiling?" she muses. "Have you checked to make sure you won't take out anything structurally significant?" She skims area and frowns, getting an idea of what the room can do without and still stay building shaped. "Rumour has it there's a tunnel connected to the Rockefeller Center. Is that tunnel going to be our escape route?"

Weapons ready she paces back and forth in the space between the seats and the stage. To better get a sense of the space.

"You can always find things to wear in charity drop off points. It's a good way to pick up things to change your look if you suspect people might try track you using CCTV." She seems overwise indifferent to the skimpy outfit.

X-23 sniffs the air when Austin joins and she glances at Balm. Checking for a kill/no kill decision no doubt.
Austin Reese Now Austin has met Impulse, and gives the speedster a nod of hello. With the outfit he has on, he's come a ways from the guy trying to spy on a couple of costumed figures on a rooftop, "What do you want me to do?" Austin asks. He doesn't have angel killing powers or super speed, so he assumes his role will probably be close protection of Balm while she does her thing. Last line of defense kind of thing.

"Maybe I can be bait to lure them in? I bet I know some words that would piss off angels."
Phoebe Beacon     "That's why I have an emergency Batshirt and Batpants in my Batpack." Phoebe gives a wry grin, and then looks to Sara "It's *cold*. And I know what Zatanna said. And then Jon said to do it. Besides, I've already marked myself up for it. Even if I'm just the command, it'd still affect me." she states, and she shakes the vial again, and adds ink to it before working the gun into readiness. She's read the directions, she's a great artist -- does not always translate to good to draw on people! But she knows her own work, and she gets to work on Sara, sitting cross-legged on the stage.

    "I can't risk your safety, Impulse. Red Robin would in fact probably kill me -- I don't know how Speed Force can handle the actual Light of Creation. Mine's like -- a moon's image of it." she states as she works.

    "Most of the angels are armed, can move moderately faster than normal humans. I could have you go to the edge of the Saint Patrick territory --" a little jaunt down the street of NYC "-- with Impulse, to make sure you can keep three steps ahead of them."

    And Phoebe's lips curl into a smile. "If we can't get out the stage door -- yeah, the tunnel to Rockefeller Center, or a blast into the sewers. The blasts should drop the archetectural and decorative acoustic ceiling down on them, and not drop the whole building on us. If it does -- get to the stage. It's protected in case that happens. Fledgeling -- yeah. You're going to be up next to me. I have to activate the circles, and it'll be your job to make sure I don't get stabbed before we can pull this off."

    Phoebe's quiet a moment "... any questions or wanting to pull outs before we get started?"
Bart Allen Bart Allen looks over to them, and says "I can help get folks out of the way if things go south as well." He hmms, and looks about "Rob, would trust your and my opinion I am sure, but I trust yours." He does do a quick recon of not only the building, but a couple around it, making sure none are left hidden somewhere that have not been noticed.
Sara Pezzini Sara sits herself down by Phoebe, offering her right hand to the woman as she does. This puts Witchblade in Phoebe's lap, which doesn't really mean anything but she would get to notice that despite the amount of metal in intricate patterns, it's quite light.

For a moment Sara's blue eyes seem to unfocus as she stares off at nothing, then she blinks as focus and attention comes back. "Alright, but you're not allowed to risk yourself, period," she states. "Witchblade and I are expendable in all this, we're combat, brute force... you're not expendable Phoebe, you're brains. Promise me, promise /him/ that you'll be careful and not take more than you can truly handle. He'll never forgive me if something happens to you... and there is nothing worse than a pissed off god on your wrist constantly berating you for letting something bad happen to someone."
Laura Kinney Laura Kinney finally stops pacing in a fairly central position. Close to where the orchestra pit is infront of the stage. "I'd only be backing out if you've changed your mind," she states. "I do not leave my friend alone. Regardless of what they're going to be facing." And really angels aren't all that far outside of the things she's prepared to fight in the past. The biggest shock is they exist at all.

"Impulse you hear that? If things go wrong priority is getting Balm out first. Even if she doesn't want to go."

The mutant ex-assassin nods to herself, then pats each of her weapons in turn. Making sure everything is placed just right for quick and easy access.
Austin Reese "Alright." Austin hops up onto the stage proper, and digs inside of his hoodie for a second, pulling out the chain he's used a few times before. Most of the angels aren't tougher than a normal human, from what she said. So getting whacked in the face with a chain wrapped fist should be a pretty good way of keeping Balm safe.

Unless for some reason they send one of the big guys. But he doesn't want to think about that, "No problem. I got you Balm." Although he really is going to need to get a better codename. What is it with Gotham folks and bird based callsigns?
Phoebe Beacon     "I'm the more friendly and less spare parts replacement of John Constantine and happen to be a user of a stolen spark of primordial light. The only reason I'm even on the team is because I had five months of intensive panic-induced magical education which consisted of a solid two months of working perfect magical circles without need for sleep or socialization pending my cousin trying to execute me to steal the powers. If it were up to anyone else, I'd probably still be learning from the same books I offered Cael." Phoebe gives a wry grin. The tattoo gun whirrrs, and phoebe begins tracing the magical pattern on Sarah's arm. "Unless for some reason your friend sees something in me that the others don't. I'm not brains. I'm filler -- which is fine, for now."

    She takes a breath, and then without looking up from her work.

    "The new guy gets out first. Order of operations. I can keep the shield up long enough for everyone to get out the back door. I'll be fine."

    And after another moment, the needle working over Sara's skin halts, and Sara has a brand new tattoo.

    Concentric circles built on top of one another in an almost fractal-like pattern, and has strange texts around it, within ornate bracketing, and then along the right and lefthand side. Fine lines and small circles make the tattoo intricate.
Bart Allen Bart Allen comes back into the room and says "Ok, we are clear, made sure none were about for a decent amount, checked all the rooms, and hidey holes. Did you know there is a tunnel to an old speak easy if you follow the right path from the basement?"
Sara Pezzini Tattoos hurt, there's no way around that, but Sara doesn't seem to feel the pain or if she does, it doesn't seem to phase her. Phoebe would however notice that even as she draws the pattern on Sara's arm, it is healing in place rather quickly.

Listening to the others talking, Sara then blinks and her brows furrow. "What's a Balm?" She asks, looking around for someone who hasn't shown themselves. Then her brain shifts gears to share a little more information.

"The angels can be hurt by normal weapons," she offers. "There's presently an effect making that possible. If one of the higher ranking angels appears, let Witchblade deal with him. His abilities can handle it, and normal weapons are likely only going to piss a big boy off. He can take out up to the archangels, and can go toe to toe with an arch, just not take it out."

She looks around at all these kids, to her that's what they all are. "I realize I've got no place telling you what to do, I'm not your mom or your group leader, but let me reiterate something as firmly as possible... Witchblade and I are expendable, /none/ of you are. This building can come down on top of me and it won't kill me. The explosion will not kill me. I am damn near invincible against most forms of attack... get out, get yourselves out, let me worry about me."

Now she looks back to Phoebe, dead in her eyes, "Never say that again. You're more than filler Phoebe, you don't see it, you likely can't see it because it's you... but I see, and so does Witchblade. Your value is so much more than you give yourself, so you will be getting out to live and see another day."
Laura Kinney "Lets aim for no-one to die," Laura notes with a shrug. "Except perhaps for some angels." No point in planning for who is best to get killed first. After all it's not really something they have any control over. The angels will target whomever they target.

"Do we have any information on how they communicate? Can they call re-enforcements in? Or do we just have to deal with whatever Balm summons?"
Austin Reese "I'm with her." Austin says, as he jerks a thumb towards Laura. He also agrees with the whole nobody dying thing.

Some part of Austin is thinking of how his parents would react if they knew their son was about to fight angels. No way they'd approve that kind of activity.

Austin sets up on the stage and wraps the chain around his right fist, taking a few practice swings, "No idea on that one." He replies to Laura, "I'd imagine it's gotta be some kind of magic communication but maybe one of Balm's runes will keep it from going out?"
Phoebe Beacon     "Balm's my codename. For when being Phoebe is too dangerous. I'm some minor celeb in Gotham, they put my two-year-old face on commemerative plates. It's weird and I don't want to explain it." Phoebe hops up, and gently puts a cover over the tattoo gun and tucks it away. Then comes the hard part.

    "All right. Fledge -- and I apologize for the nickname, we'll come up with something better, or whatever you want to use in the future -- Bart's going to take you to the edge of the Host. Do your worst to antagonize 'em, bring them through the front doors and into the theater. Then to the stage." Phoebe hops to her feet and stretches her arms out.

    A couple of words in uttered Egyptian, and there is a faint glow in a long string of text accross the front of the stage.

    "That should hold most of them back from here." she states, and then looks to the two young men. "Good luck."

    And with that, Impulse is off, grabbing Austin by the arm with a 'Yoink!' and pulling the suited vigilante with him to his first encounter with the angels!


    OUt the door and down the street in a Flash, there are indeed a group of angels that they stumble across.

    They are winged, and brilliant, wearing old-fashioend armor liked you'd see on Greek or Roman statues. They are also tall, a little taller than six feet, and they appear to be patrolling... looking for something. There is another group without swords nearby -- but they do have strange, sci-fi looking firearms in their arms. The oddest thing is that their faces are child-like, large eyed, seemingly innocent. Much less mature of face than the rank-and-file angels with swords and spears.
Sara Pezzini Even as Sara is standing up, the tendrils of metal expand out from the gauntlet to form the armor over her body. If the angels were coming, Witchblade wasn't taking any chances. He left the place with the tattoo was just place bare, in case that's what Phoebe needed, but really at the moment the armor was still too revealing to really be called armor. When the angels got here, their power level would be assessed and he would decide then how much more armor might be required.
Laura Kinney Laura Kinney rolls her head in a slow circle, exhales and sniffs the air. Ready to respond to threats from any direction. "You know things were much simplier when we're just being hunted by armies of supervillains."
Austin Reese Austin is still not used to that kind of thing, as he suddenly finds himself yoinked and hauled down the street until they're in front of a group of angels.

Put on the spot, Austin does the only thing he can think of, as he throws up the devil horns with his chain wrapped hand, "Hail Satan!"

Hopefully they won't shoot him before Impulse drags him back away from there.
Phoebe Beacon     Well, no matter what, whether it was the devil-horns being thrown up, or the fact that he's standing next to a costumed superhero who suddenly may have a handfull of white feathers with a 'oops!' expression, because they have been accosted, the angels go on the offensive. The child-like ones with the guns do take aim -- and it's Impulse that receives some of the heat. He dances back a little bit from the guns and goes "Whhooop-- let's go!" and grabs at Austin again, stopping and starting enough to get the angels after them. That was the hard part!

    The angels are trailing down a few moments, but Bart made his and Austin's 'escape' into the Radio City Music Hall!

    "Places, everyone." Phoebe calls out, gritting her teeth as the angels begin to flood their way through the doors, filling up the auditorium.

    AND the reason why she chose Radio City Music Hall? ... longest auditorium space. It'll take a bit for everyone to fill in against the wards!
Sara Pezzini A bastard sword appears in the gauntleted hand, metal tendrils wrap a few more layers of armor over some of the exposed skin, but these are the minor angels, Witchblade isn't feeling too threatened, but all the same the wings also sprout from her back and spread out to offer cover for anyone who might need it.

"We're ready," she offers, her tone a touch deeper than it was before as now she speaks for herself and Witchblade as one. Then without another word, she points the sword toward the heavenly host as they appear and several minor shots of energy shoot out from the tip into the horde.
Laura Kinney It's rare that X-23 uses guns quite this large. The Outsiders have a strict... ish no killing policy after all. But she's kept her skills well honed for precisely this sort of situation. Not the angels specifically but the overwhelming rush of enemies part.

Taking cover behind the first row of seats Laura raises the automatic shotgun and unleashes a roaring hail of fire. Solid slugs of metal, each more than enough to punch through a person, are unleashed on the angels as they try storm in. The entrances to the auditorium act like choke points. Keeping the angels bunched up.
Austin Reese Back to the hall in a flash, Austin is quick to jump back onto the stage, and place himself in between Balm and the incoming angels, doing what he can to obscure her from view while he gets ready to fight.

Chances are whenever she hits the button or does what she needs in order to trigger this trap, it's not going to matter how much he's trying to keep them from spotting her though, "These guys are pretty pissed!" And admittedly now he's wishing he'd brought a gun himself.
Phoebe Beacon     You would be too, but they're not as much pissed as... reactive. They flood. They storm in, and as one by one they're taken out by slugs, more come in to take their place. Laura would find her shots are matched coming back to her from the child-like Cherubim with the sci-fi guns. The beams from the sword from Witchblade are likely returned, but are blocked by Phoebe's shield wards. WHich she is trying to upkeep and focus on so many things at once. The angels flood the room.

    "Ignem meum injiciam in inimicos meos et alas eorum disperdam!" Phoebe commands, and all at once, several things happen.

    The auditorium in front of them errupts in fire.

    Which activates the charges in the ceiling. There is a roar, and the building shudders as if it were struck witht he ringing of the bells of destruction, and the auditorium ceiling collapses in, burying the angels beneath it.

    And for a brief moment, all is silent, save the ringing in the ears.

    The shielding has prevented the heat blast of the magical fire -- Phoebe specifically built it to do so, with the warding.

    And laying on the ground, in a golden mist, is the captured essences of a crowd of low grade angels.

     -- minus the one angel still standing, wrapped in their wings. There is a sword wreathed in glowing, holy flame in their right hand, and a staff of command in their left. As part of their armament, their head is encircled with a barbed halo.

    This one is not a first level angel... and they look unhappy.
Sara Pezzini The grace of combat, the sword used for slicing and stabbing, as well as launching ranged attacks. Witchblade does not hesitate, does not pause, does not slow down. From one to the next, moving into the throng of angels as the moments past.

Just as Sara had said, when the roof some down around her, the wings on her back around around her body to form a shield so even as the last angel standing unwraps his wings, Witchblade is doing the same.

"Balm," she says smoothly, that same deep tone. "We have this one, so what you must."

With that a whole new level of metal tendrils form up to cover the rest of Sara's body, no skin showing save that spot on her arm with the tattoo and she leaps forward to engage the singular angel left. Even if Witchblade can't truly harm it, the true level unknown, Sara is pretty sure she can keep it engaged and distracted while Phoebe does what she needs to do.
Laura Kinney With each drum only containing thirty two shots it really doesn't take much time at all for X-23 to run out of ammo. Ducking back behind the rows of seats and moving position to avoid the return fire. And when the ceiling explodes? Well better to avoid being under the rain of debris even if you can heal.

So Laura dives back for cover in the orchestra pit. Which isn't exactly any better protected from above. But she can recover from a few bumps and bruises in no time at all. Even as she's diving her training kicks in and the empty drum is discarded and replaced with the spare.

Will thirty two solid shotgun slugs fired at close range hurt a 'fancy' angel? Probably not. Is that going to stop Laura emptying the second drum into it anyway? Not in the slighest. She does however take a little more time and care so no stray shots will go into Witchblade.
Austin Reese "Hey I don't suppose you can throw me one of those angel blasters!" Austin yells, half because he's deaf from all the explosions and gunfire and half to make sure they hear it at one of the two closer to where all the lower ranked ones just got taken out. He's feeling pretty exposed up here with one of the bigger guys having shown up and no-sold getting exploded and having the roof cave in on him.

"I trust you, Balm. But I hope you got another trick up your sleeve.." Otherwise the group may be fighting a losing battle..Though from what he's seen so far, maybe not.
Phoebe Beacon     "I have lots of tricks up my sleeve. My mentor was the demon-infested meat puppet of a conman." Phoebe states. "Most important thing I learned from John, if you're going to fight -- fight to win. And if you're losing -- fight dirty."

    Phoebe breathes out "... but most of my good fighting spells aren't distance."

    There are also, however, some of the rank and file that have made it through.

    Phoebe watches them, and then looks to Austin, and motions with her head "Think you can handle a couple weakened Lesser Angels?" she asks of him, offering the chance for him to test his mettle and armor.

    "If you die, I have to report it to Batman."

    This angel, a Virtue, looks at the oncoming Witchblade, and raises its own blade to block the blade's blow. The angel's head tilts, and it brings up a hand, and from it errupts a massive gout of flame, curling from its staff outwards, heating up the room around them the same as Phoebe's summoned fire did when the fire roasted their compatriots. The shots do appear to hurt it -- when it can strike.

    A greeved boot falls on the floor, and the reworked stone of the convert venu's ceiling begins to shoot out, burrying the orchestra pit!
Sara Pezzini Fire, heat, neither of these things effect the Witchblade or the wielder. What no one else in the room knew was that there was an inner struggle inside of Sara, the battle of will between Witchblade's desire to dismember this angel and Sara's desire to merely distract until Phoebe could do what she needed.

The first blow was blocked, which means that the kopis that appears in her left hand might not miss. She thrusts it upwards toward the Virtue, not trying to 'kill' it persay, but definitely an attempt to wound it. "Leave them be," she hisses in that deep tone. "I'm your threat, I can kill you... make your choice to live and return, or die here at my hands."
Laura Kinney The first scattering of debris was perhaps a sign that X-23 had taken cover in a risky spot. And when the ceiling comes crashing down on her? Well it's a good thing she's got enhanced reactions. A snikt from her claws opening a hole into the space under the stage.

Pro - Not buried alive. Con - With all the mystical markings on the stage she has to find herself another way out. She can't just cut herself an exit.

Balm & Impulse will however hear a voice over the Outsiders comms channel. << Meeting you at the rendezvous point. >>
Austin Reese Doesn't look like any of the angel guns stay after they get killed, which means they're probably not REAL guns. Well at least not in the sense Austin was thinking.

"The last thing I wanna do is disappoint Batman." Austin replies to Phoebe, as he quickly dashes over to the guitar case, finding a pair of pistols inside of it. Not a lot of ammo, but if his targets are already weakened..

He hops off the stage, the second pistol going into his hoodie pocket as he uses the first to take aim at one of the weakened angels. He's trying to think up a cool one liner about heaven, but nothing comes to mind. Rather than miss his shot trying to sound cool, Austin just raises the pistol enough to go for a headshot and pulls the trigger on the first one. He knows how to shoot, even if he's never taken a life before. This probably doesn't count.
Phoebe Beacon     Phoebe continues her spellwork, her hands splayed out on the stage as she concentrates. She begins to stir the directional circles, powering up the transferrance circles. She could snap everything into place, amke it move fast -- but that may be more dangerous. Especially as she begins to feed the hanging energy into the tattoo on Sara's arm.

    The pistol rapports add to the din of the fighting, the rumbling of weakened walls. Boom. Headshot, and the angel falls down, back into the rubble. It doesn't beg. It doesn't cry out. It's pulled back and added to the glowing mist that's hanging over the ground in the Radio City Music Hall.

    You are all errant children. You should surrender.

    Not a lot of thought behind the pale eyes and armor, but there is some. Sarah's weapons strike true, and there is an expresion of surprise and curiosity in the angel's perfect face, before it turns to Sara again.

    Eyes narrow, and then a rush of air whips up from behind Sara, bringing broken pieces of ceiling and chunks of seating to try and bury the Witchblade against the wall as the angel side-steps.

    Another wind kicks up near Austin, sending rocks his way as well!
Sara Pezzini The metal wings on the back of the armor spread wide behind her and over her head to block the pieces of building from connecting, and with a graceful move Sara jumps up and forward away from it, giving the angel a single moment that she's not in his face.

A three count, three heart beats really, and Witchblade is back in front of the angel with the sword and kopis at the ready. "You cannot defeat us," she says bluntly, her tone still deep. "And we will not let you pass."

What begins to happen now is something entirely new, something Sara has never in her life with Witchblade experienced. Although the armor stays in place and effective, the sword and kopis in hand, the fight for control just seems to stop and inside her head... giggling. She is listening to a god like being giggling profusely in her head. She doesn't have time to deal with or figure out why, she has to keep her focus on the angel, and makes to strike it again with the sword.
Austin Reese Wind whipped rocks are a good test of the ceramic plates on Austin's new armor, as one of them catches him square in the chest and knocks him for a loop.

He manages to retain positive control of his weapon despite the hit, and he pushes himself back up to a knee. He raises the pistol again, and fires another pair of shots at the closest target. Part of his attention is drawn to the attacks by Sara and Witchblade, however. Damn, that's just downright impressive no matter what situation it's in.
Phoebe Beacon     Two more shots down, another angel falls. Phoebe feels the hair at the back of her neck rising, and she continues to feed the present energy into Sara via that magical tattoo. The one that was specifically missing the top text for the 'full and quick' transfer because Phoebe definitely did not want to kill the heavy hitter if it didn't work.

    Sara-bits all over the burned out shell of the Radio City Music Hall would probably not get her any favor with Cael.

    "This isn't feeling right --" she breathes out, shifting her weight and her stance. She tried to think back. One of the circles might not have been right? Could have it been miswritten?

    "Sara! Strike it down! It's not going to retreat!" she calls out to the combat fighter.

    "Fledge, if you get a clear shot -- take it!"

    The angel, on the other hand, luminates the room around it as it channels its won energies, fire forming alongside its staff again as its head tilts the other way, giving the witchblade a vaguely unapproving face -- but there is that one unarmored area -- and that's where the angel moves suddenly, faster than any figure its size should have the ability to, and tries to plunge its weapon into Sara's arm!
Sara Pezzini No more playing nice, no more just distracting it, the order came in and it was time. Even with Witchblade not being himself, because clearly something wasn't right with him, the power was still there to be used. Were he himself, Sara would have felt the hatred, the words she spoke next would have been his, but he wasn't all there.

The right arm with the sword jerks away, Sara forced to spin her entire body to avoid the attack. Normally the armor would move to cover that spot, but it didn't, another indication that something was wrong with Witchblade. It didn't matter, she was just as skilled without him fully present, so she used that spin to come back around and imbed the kopis into the angel, once, twice, three times, lightning fast, stabbing over and over again.

Looking into the angels eyes, the words her own, Sara says softly in her own voice, regret in the tone, "I'm sorry."
Austin Reese Take the clear shot? Austin will do exactly that, as he drops back to a knee and raises the weapon again. He's never had to take a shot like this before, but the situation is far outside of anything he could even have imagined himself in a few weeks prior.

He releases his breath and fires, emptying the magazine from the pistol into the target, with the intent being to add to the extra oomph from Sara's strike. If he can find that unarmored spot, he can help put an end to this. At least this moment.
Phoebe Beacon     The magazine is emptied, the Witchblade's bearer apologizes as the angel falls.

    The room around them rumbles as Phoebe changes her chanting. She brings her hands up, beginning a spell not in Egyptian, but Latin. Liverpuddlian-stained Latin at that, and Sara and Witchblade get a little shock to their system -- as if someone's been letting them sip strong liquor, and then just for a moment dunks their head in a whiskey barrel as Phoebe gives the feed more, and then eases off the tap.

    And the golden glow, made all the more resplendent, is drawn towards the young mage, and the brand that she has burned into her arm, surrounded by what look like seweing pins embedded at eight points around the branding.

    Austin would feel the air in the room grow heavy, as if in a thick, opressive fog. The temperature of the room raises to uncomfortably hot as Phoebe adjusts.

    And she tilts her head back, her nose wrinkling, and in a sharp instant the angel's body has faded, and the whole of the host and the golden glow from the gathering circles was gone.

    Phoebe gasps out, and drops to her knees -- Impulse gives a cry of alarm from where he was watching, in case of attack from behind.

    Radio City Music Hall gives another rumble, and a cracking sound is heard overhead.
Sara Pezzini Sara staggers slightly, blinking a few times before she shakes her head just in time for the building to rumble. Some thing went wrong, she doesn't know what, in fact she had no idea at all, but she can tell that something went wrong. Witchblade was still giggling like a mad man in her head, the armor that should have reacted didn't, and now her own head was feeling three whiskey's in.

"Impulse, get them out!" She almost bellows, heading for the stage herself. By her figuring, the rest of the Radio City Music Hall was about to collapse on them, and just in case there wasn't enough time to get them out, she jumped onto the stage and spread the wings of the armor over Balm and waited. If Impulse got her and Fledge out, so be it, she'd go with... if he didn't, then she would ensure that Balm and Fledge, if he made it to the stage, survived.
Austin Reese "I think that's our cue!" Austin calls out after finishing firing his weapon, hearing the cracking coming from up above them. He jumps up to his feet, and rushes for the stage like the band was handing out free merch.

He figures he'll get beaten by Impulse, since that's sort of his thing, but Austin's still going to try to make it easier on the speedster by being in the same place as Balm when it's time to go.
Phoebe Beacon     And it is time to *GO*.

    Phoebe holds up her hands, circles forming on the backs of her palms as she brings up her own shields to augment Witchblade's wings, though Austin is the first one brought out, some two city blocks away next to an abandoned hotdog stand with a "Be right back with--"

    Followed by Phoebe, who's deposited next to Austin, her hands still uprisen. "And now gotta grab --"

    Sara is next -- wedged between a couple of chair cushions to make it safe for Impulse to carry her, along with her clothes thrown over the armor's shoulder -- followed by the guitar case, and Bart finishing off a bag of chips.

    "Well. THAT was interesting! Where do you think the Rockettes are gonna kick it now?"
Sara Pezzini That was not at all what Sara had been expecting. She was prepared to let the building fall on her and walk out, but suddenly sandwiched in cushions and zipped out of there at speeds she's never traveled, in the state of semi-drunk, she honest to gods screamed, "Weeeee!" part of the way.

Collecting herself once she's on her feet again, she coughs to clear her throat and looks at the three. The expression is serious, her eyes checking each carefully before she snerks softly, "I might need you to do that again some time, Impulse." she comments with a quiet giggle which she locks up again. "Something happened, Balm... what happened?"
Austin Reese After he suddenly finds himself appearing two blocks away, Austin has to lean against the hot dog stand for a moment, "I swear I don't know how anyone would ever get used to that.."

At least when Balm and Sara appear moments later, he knows everybody made it out okay. At least everyone looks okay, "Nobody's missing any parts, corporeal or otherwise?"
Phoebe Beacon     Phoebe takes a deep breath, now that she's out of the wards she's set up, and she's no longer supporting them, part of the building collapses in.

    Phoebe leans back on one hand, and she brings her palm up. Sara would be able to see the singed skin on Balm's left arm that matches the tattoo work.

    "Something felt off with the transferrance. Like a weird feedback. Last time I felt anything like that was when I healed Vorpal." Phoebe pitches her head forward.

    "But experiment accomplished. You can hold celestial energy to a point, and I can hold it." she breathes out, and she looks up and around. "And I can feel it..." she whispers, holding her hand out, with a golden glow surrounding it in little threads.

    "... didn't count on the increased firefiight compromising the supports though."
Sara Pezzini The world was spinning just a touch, but not enough to be unsettling.

"Vorp was the one who talked about bring drunk from it, right?" She asks calmly. It make sense, it explained the giggling in her head and the reason the world was spinning. Not a horrible thing, could of been a lot worse, but now she understand it all.
Austin Reese With everyone seemingly safe, Austin tosses the borrowed guns back in the guitar case and then looks to Balm, "You always take me to such fun places." He actually does grin, "Gonna need to get a better codename though. Definitely don't want Fledgeling to stick."

For now, he heads back towards the shoreline, where he made it across from Gotham in the first place. Should be alright to slip back out of the blockade.
Phoebe Beacon     "Oh heck no, I just didn't know what to call you in case you wanted to keep your ID on the DL." Phoebe replies, and she gives a grin, and she looks to Sara, and gives a nod, and draws herself back up, cracking her neck. "This is going to make for an interesting report."
Sara Pezzini "Yeah, the report..." Sara mutters, still listening to the giggling. "He's drunk. Well, I guess there's a first time for everything, and he might learn something from this... but at present time, I need to get to my apartment in Brooklyn cause... the armor won't go away."

She glances to the departing Fledge, temporary codename, then looks back to Phoebe. "Impulse can get you home, right?"
Phoebe Beacon     "I'll get her back to Grand Central." Impulse confirms, and he goes to pick Phoebe up, indicating that Phoebe is familiar with this mode of travel. "Be safe, Sara." she calls out, and then in a zip and a flash, they're gone.