Re: Meatpacking District - Jason/Gwen/Hulk
[Suddenly, running wasn't looking so simple. Jason cursed a blue streak that wouldn't be audible to the airborne guy in the metal suit or the jolly green giant. His next few shots, though, were easy enough to spot. One, two of the guys hanging off Hulk with their knives went loose and boneless from a shot to the neck and one to the head. Keeping the giant from taking down half of the city because a few of the little guys were pissing him off seemed like something of a priority.
Another pirate came trundling up to Jason and Gwen, this one approaching at his own, casual pace. He was spinning something that looked a little like a lasso, if lassos regularly crackled with energy and glowed with light bright enough to cast shadows on a wall in daytime. The pirate swinging the thing was wearing a full iron helmet, complete with ram's horns. He seemed relatively human, aside from the pale skin and the scarred, snub nose, and he was grinning unsettlingly from ear to ear. While the big guns were busy, he'd clearly decided to grab a pair of prizes for himself. The lasso arced out with elegant precision, set to snag them both.]