Michael
The immortal couldn't really admit to being all too surprised as to where their travels found them, before a fortification that, while it might have done a decent job of keeping out the mundane police, might as well have been paper to them. Indeed, Michael had to wonder why the police hadn't gotten some supernaturals to help them out with this one. They had a branch of sorts to call on for that sort of thing, after all. Heck, maybe one of the other gangs could've torn the place down by now if all that defended it was steel and sniper fire.
No, there had to be something else at work here.
All the same, the immortal found himself wandering off in thought as Meti approached the gangers. As expected, violence soon followed, and Michael was brought back from his boredom by her swordplay. Michael followed through the gate, allowing a slight smirk as sniper fire came in from where he'd figured the nests would be, Meti proceeding to cut a bloody swath across the courtyard, though she was kind enough to leave some for them. As touching as it was, the immortal had other plans. After all, even if they wiped out the gangers entirely, surely someone else would come in and take over the location. No doubt they'd search the location for anything they could salvage. It was merely a matter of what was left behind for them to find.
Instincts honed over countless years warned him that one of the snipers was training their weapon on the immortal, Michael glancing up sternly in the direction of the glint of light reflecting off the scope. In the moment before they would've fired, the immortal seemed to vanish from their view, Michael reducing the distance between his current location and their nest to a single step before clearing his throat audibly.
Before the sniper could do more than curse and start to turn around, Michael was already upon him. A hand darted out to gently brush his against chin, sending the would be sniper into unconsciousness almost instantly. Curious, the immortal took up the rifle in one hand, looking it over for a moment before bringing it to bear, taking a moment to focus before breathing out to steady his aim.
Hmm. I suppose kneecaps would be a nice warm-up, considering how long it's been since I've used one of these...
Of the foes left behind by the girl, the immortal swiftly honed in on the gangers Meti left behind, his breathing stilled as he started squeezing off rounds. One after another, several gangers fell to ground, some of them in the middle of running, gripping at their legs as whatever part of them that was still capable of rational thought wondered where their kneecaps had gone. Of course, Michael made sure to leave a few behind for Vanguard, though he was more curious if what those two would do with the wounded.
