Anselle.
There was - so much happening. He'd been
attacked, and defended himself with nothing but a ripped collar, and, oh, everything else happened. And,
yeah, that was vague, but there'd been a lot going on in what seemed like seconds. Anselle supposed he could recap, just for his own sake.
At first, everything seemed fine. As fine as brawl in a dark, kinda nasty alley could be, Anselle thought. He'd beaten back his guys, and Dinah had completely smashed through the trio after her. It was incredible, it was - unlike anything he'd ever seen. Dinah was so sure of herself, he'd been able to see that before he truly met her, but the way she fought was - devastating.
Dinah traded blows with her attackers, Anselle wincing at the blood from her nose, his eyes snapping to the brute who'd kicked her.
"Dinah, I'll-" handle him, was what he was going to say, but Dinah had sprung back onto her feet in spite of the hit. Anselle watched her steady herself, preparing something.
Anselle's breath welled in his chest, about to call out for her, maybe pull her back? Probably - not. But...Anselle's ears buzzed, like the air around him was shivering, an irritating crawl spreading over his skin and growing stronger. Anselle's eyes snapped to Dinah, his skin humming in rhythm with the breath she drew. He swore he exhaled when she did, when the hum on his skin felt like rainfall and a
screech was in the air.
Anselle felt like an earthquake was rippling through him. He
shook, the air shook, the ground beneath his feet shook because Dinah was
screaming. Piercing,
loud, amazing. The trembling in the air - the vir -
vibrations, he felt them sink into him and rattle him down to his bones. He was glowing,
had been glowing, uncontrollably and getting brighter as Dinah's scream persisted.
Anselle only breathed when Dinah was done, when the men had been either tossed back or knocked senseless from the battery on their senses. His light had only begun to retreat back into his skin, and even he was blinking away stars. He couldn't find the time to feel sorry for them, no, he was busy being blown away by Dinah.
Anselle opened his mouth and said everything at once.
"DinahthatwasthemostincrediblethingI'veeverseen-" His words were a single blurt, like his tongue was going faster than his brain, which sounded about right. Dinah, stoic as could be, ran by, and he followed, feeling an extra surge in his limbs as he did. Anselle could feel his power growing, faster than he'd felt in -
forever. The brute's strikes were one thing, but what Dinah had let out had him feeling a different kind of
good.
Anselle was almost -
almost - cheering when Dinah gave one of the downed men a swift kick, shouting a bold
"You deserve that!" when his head drops. From the ground, Anselle's eyes caught the long shadows being cast, his wide-eyed gaze going down the alley. His breath caught. More of them, a lot more of them. Paranoia called for him to look behind, and sure enough, there they were.
Anselle let out an uneasy groan at the idea of them being boxed in, soundly trapped by the men.
"I think it's time to leave!" His eyes went to the stairs, Conner calling for - Dinah. Anselle frowned, but quipped.
"Glad you agree!" This was looking dangerous, even more so, if they were caught - no. They weren't going to be caught.
He ran, predictably, relieved to see Dinah was, too. For a while, anyway. She'd stopped while he kept running, looking over his shoulder and about to up and grab her when she took a shallow breath and Anselle felt his skin hum anew. Anselle's light was in a dizzying flux for the length of the screech. By the end of it, Anselle was giggling, the tremors in his chest feeling more like something was tickling him.
"Oh, God, that's fun."
Anyway, escape. Dinah beat him up, predictably. Not - not literally, just up the ladder. In his defense, it was hard to focus on climbing when every heartbeat felt like a tremor, Anselle fighting to keep it contained. He - really needed to vent some of it, it was getting distracting. He made it up the ladder, and up the stairs, so he hadn't been expecting Conner to look over and yell at him.
"I'm coming," Anselle answered meekly. Goodness, Conner could be rude.
Anselle found the ledge of the roof, pulling himself up and over easily, perching on the ledge and staring over to the group. It was mess. For starters, the brothers Bane were there, power fists on and actively using them on his group. Anselle glowered over the crowd, eyeing a certain few of them as he crouched lower, hands gripping the ledge - stone crumbling under his grasp.
"Okay, I've been patient. God know I've tried to mind my temper, but-" Anselle's lips bit into a sneer, shaking his head, eyes shining like violet stars in his head, his body consumed by light.
"I've had my goddamn fill of you all!"
Anselle's fingers crushed the ledge, but his radiant leap off it
pulverized it. Anselle went soaring, fist stretched out towards an already cringing brute. Well, not so much brutes. More like, lugs. Yes. That'd work. Light had already begun shining from his fist, but now his light flowed over him, almost fiery in it's intensity. Anselle was nothing more than a purple comet streaking towards a lug about to have the worst day of his life.
The lugs were fast, but Anselle was faster. He hit like a train, briefly relishing in the
give under his fist, body armor shattering under his blow, light erupting in a flash at the impact. The lug went flying, going, going,
crash. He struck a metal protrusion from the roof, the crush of the lug's groaning form venting steam into the air. Anselle's boots stuck out below, catching himself and skidding to a halt, crouching between the stunned and still reacting lugs he'd picked.
They both tore their eyes away from their unconscious brother, glaring fearfully at Anselle, who stared at both with a glowing displeasure.
"This would be a good time to leave." Anselle eyed their hands, the lug's power fist shaking from his nerves.
"Or do you think that fist of yours measures up to mine?" For emphasis, Anselle rose a fist, glowing like a star.
The lugs looked at each other, and struck out at Anselle, crowding in and - light, bursting out just as Anselle shouted and truly burst. He jumped upwards, fists at his sides and streaking towards the chins of the two in a pair of fierce uppercuts, the power in his veins surging him faster -
stronger. He hit their jaws with a
clack, a flood of strength and light behind his fists, enough to take himself and the two airborne by force alone.
"Get lost!" Anselle shouted, light flowing down his arms and building at his fingertips, a series of bubbling bursts erupting into a collective
blast around him. The lugs went flying like the other, the sound of impact coming in their shouts before silence. Anselle fell back to the rooftop, light igniting under his feet, knees not even bending from the fall. Anselle felt it sink in, the pressure under his skin still there, still
building.
Anselle was so focused on the feeling that he completely missed the presence of a
fourth lug. He stared claymores into the man, eyes looking like suns in his socket.
"Are you next?"
The lug looked behind himself, at the first lug Anselle struck, then at the two at adjacent sides of the roof. He then looked back to Anselle, and shook his head.
"Nah, man. I'm good." The lug made a break for the fire escape, nearly tripping over himself to get on it. Anselle looked away, back to the rest of the roof.
People were hurt, to say the least. Good for...them? Anselle wasn't sure how to feel about this part, it seemed - avoidable. Somehow. His eyes found the increasingly familiar sight of Pamela, Harley still with her and - goodness. A man, uncomfortably still, was on the roof. Nearby, one laid with a horrible rash on his arms, just as unconscious.
Anselle breathed heavily, sucking it back in, pointing his stare away from the men.
"They're so dead." he whispered, solely to himself. The others were grouping up, time to get going.
Alarmingly fast, as it turned out. One moment, he'd been getting ready to knock a lug off the rooftop, then he was snatched up by a very,
very strong arm and in the
air and over the streets and oh my God it's so far down-
But,
oh, Anselle felt sunlight. He immediately leaned into it, the familiar warmth pooling in his muscles coming from - Anselle's eyes opened in realization, hands firmly on Conner's arm, sunlight beneath the Superboy's flesh. Anselle found himself on the next rooftop and Conner gone again, his hands still warm from the brief contact.
RJ was talking. Anselle looked over at him, lighting up an arm to cast light on the boy. He chuckled at RJ's complaint, looking back to the leaping Superboy.
"I don't think he gets to do this much, cut him some slack." Anselle joked, stepping back as Superboy came in again, only this time with Dinah in tow.
"We might wanna go soon, those guys seem pretty determined to kick our butts!" 
