Ryan moved his hand up to his head and felt around. It really was a good deal shorter, and pretty ragged, but nothing life-altering. He wouldn't be too worried about looks in their current situation anyway. "Eh, it grows back. And no, they're not bad at all." he said, examining her eyes again. He liked having an excuse to stare into her eyes for a long time. "They're nice, in a mysterious, deep kinda way. Plus, they match your hair." He smiled, then turned to look at Damien, lying stone-still on a bed nearby. "After we check on him, do you think you could patch me up, Kris? He's probably got some med kits around here somewhere."

Kris grinned"Sure, and i'm pretty sure i can fix your hair too! Although a sword isn't too good to cut hair with..."he laughed as he stood up and started to look around the place."I'm sure i can help patch up your cuts and help with the pain from the burns. But those burns...there isn't a magical trick to take them away. You'll probably be feeling them for a little bit."He turned to look at Amy."Same goes for you. Your head got knocked pretty hard, ruined my t-shirt to make sure you didn't dirty yourself with your own blood."He shrugged."The cut isn't bad, its just that wounds to your noggin bleed like crazy..."And with that he walked away from the two in search of some medical supplies...Damien better have some around here.

Catherine had kept herself busy when Kris had wandered back behind the curtain, probably just helping those three understand what had happened, by trying to work out where everything was. Aside from the obvious differences living in an ampitheatre would bring Damien had arranged everything quite easily. A kitchen and living room seemed to take up the majority of the space, a corridor led away to a bathroom behind a rather large wall and then what was left seemed to be devoted to random meaningless items of interest.

After what she had just gone through, the boredom she was feeling now was almost welcome. She heard the curtain ruffle behind her and turned. Kris had come out and was looking through several cupboards on the floor by now.

"Looking for something?" She inquired.

He spoke without halting his search, "Bandages, plasters, whatever medical stuff there is lying around really."

She hopped over to a pile of stuff and began riffling through it, "I think I remember seeing something over here... Aha." She pulled a medium-sized box from within the pile and handed it to Kris.

Ryan glanced at Amy's head as Kris left, concerned. "Sorry about that." he said a little sheepishly. "It was the only way I could think of to... y'know." There was a groan from the bed behind them, causing him to turn and look at Damien. "Guess we better check on him."

"Hey, Damien, you alright man?" Ryan asked as he walked over to the man's bedside. "You look a little... heavy." It was true, Damien seemed as if several tons of pressure were forcing him into the bed, like he was on another planet or something.

The silver creature spun on it's heel, and halfway through the spin, it was no longer in front of ray but behind him, without having crossed the intervening space. It continued to spin, two huge arms smashing into the dark-wielder, smashing him from his feet

As Ray left the floor, the creature stopped its spin, and for the second that it was still, it appeared to be made of a thousand interlocking blades. It pivoted on one foot, stared Balefully at Mr Terrible for a second, and rushed toward him with impossible speed

In the second before it reached him, Terry saw that as it moved, it's body flowed like quicksilver over chrome, as if it were made of some impossible liquid

Ray altered the energy around his body so that he would land flat on the ground. He glided down to the ground, silently landing on all fours, as he slowly picked himself up from the the street he noticed he was now behind the aggressor who was shining in the sunlight. He chuckled to himself as raised his hand firing shards of dark energy at the metallic man.

The shards lanced toward the metal figure, but before they connected, they began to slow, and suddenly ray realised that everything was slowing down, even the creature, which had been moving insanely fast, and now it, with everything else, was moving so slow as to have almost stopped. Strange how his mind remained thinking at normal speed... Or maybe he was thinking at super speed, and everything else was still normal....

Before he had thought further, he noticed something: the metal man was moving. ray watched with horror as it straightened up, turned, and walked calmly towards him, stopping along the way to examine one of his shards. After a seconds investigation, it moved nearer again to Ray, who was, like everything else, unable to move.

As it strolled toward him, ray saw parts of it's body, seemingly made from razorwire, thorns, blades, and sharp edges, as if it were built from every kind of cutting instruments. It's four oddly jointed arms ended hands with six fingers like scalpels, and it's double kneed recurved knees came down to wildly splayed curved toe blades. It's face resembled a skull made from knives, and in place of eyes it had two multifaceted glowing gems

It regarded Ray for a moment, then it's four arms moved back. Normal time rushed back, but not fast enough for Ray to escape, the the creature unleashed a high speed series of bonecrushing blows into his torso and head

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As far as Terry sees, the creature rushes towards him, ray shoots at it and it vanishes, only to reappear in front of ray and begin to maul him. The shards continue to toward where Terry is

Damien groaned. "I'll be fine soon enough. The technique i used to increase my stamina is a double edged sword. it takes the gravity off my heart, arteries, capillaries, and veins, making them more than 10x efficient. However, now that i have stopped, it feels like i'm being crushed under my own weight. Also, concerning you guys: You can leave here whenever you want. I fixed the gravity flux on the hole to come down here so it would go up. however, without me to disrupt the flow, it is impossible to come down here on your own without teleporting like supergirl. The grav flux extends in all directions for 350 feet,getting stronger as you go deeper, so you can't really bypass it." Damien took a deep breath. "I can help you guys practice, but you would need to move me to the ampitheatre."

Ray feels the various punches connect with his body, knifes slashing and cutting there way into his skin and smashing into bones resulting in crunching noises. With one final punch he was sent backwards about ten feet falling on his back. Blood and bone were visible among the his body, he picked himself up from the ground as he laughed to himself. He stared at the metallic figure which showed Rays reflection in its body. "Nice, impressive speed i might add." He said jokingly to the figure. He took up a fighting stance and aimed his clawed hand and at the figure. "But i fear no speed will safe you now" as he spoke wires of energy shot out of finger tips, first bouncing off into different directions, then shooting back at the figure from every imaginable angle.

"Ah! Thanks."he said as he was handed the box. He opened it and rummaged through its contents. It indeed had bandages of varying sorts and band-aids among other medical knick-knacks."I'll be right back. He said as he walked back towards the curtain.

When he made it to the beds he saw that Ryan and Amy were closer to Damien, who didn't really look in good shape. He walked up to the others and set the box down on one of the beds."Well, looks like we are all awake."Kris smiled and went to sit on the same bed as the box of medical goods. "Well, looks like the Doctor is in. Who's first?"

"Well, guess we shouldn't keep you talking then." Ryan said to Damien, smiling. Just then Kris came in, carrying a box of medical supplies, and set them down on a bed. "Well, looks like the Doctor is in. Who's first?" he asked, sitting down next to the box. Ryan looked at Amy and motioned to the bed. "You go first. That cut should get looked at."

Amy grimaced, making a disgruntled expression. She was about to protest, when she figured that she was probably doing Ryan a favour. His burns would likely need to be disinfected, and that would sting a hell of a lot more than her cut would. The least she could do was give him some time to mentally prepare- that, or to run away.

"Alright," she replied finally with a heavy sigh, standing from her seat (which made her slightly dizzy) and plunking down onto a neighbouring bed. She reached up to Kris's makeshift headband, and began to lightly tug at the cloth, feeling warm wet blood under her fingers.

"I'm ready, doctor," Amy said in a faux seductive tone, with a jokingly corny wink. At least her sense of humour was on the mend.

Kris laughed and took out some bandages and a bottle of disinfectant. "You know, this might sting a little bit."Kris wasn't an expert in the medical field, but he knew how to take care of most injuries. He examined Amy's head wound and shook his head."Well, it would be a shame if i have to cut that nice hair of yours to put in some stitches."He chuckled as he dabbed a clean piece of cloth with the disinfectant and began wiping at the wound. he tried to be as gentle as possible, but he still felt Amy flinch when he touched the small cut.

"well, its just as i though. Nothing too big, bleeding has almost stopped on its own. You won't need any stitches. But your hair might need a thorough cleaning though. I'm just gonna have to put a bandage around your head to keep a good amount of pressure so it finally stops bleeding."He started to wrap a bandage around her head, being careful not to put it too tight."umm, since you got knocked in the head pretty hard, i'd consider trying to take it easy, your headache might get worse if you try and do too much. But you can always take an aspirin for that." He took a small bottle of pills out from the box of medical supplies.

When he was finished bandaging Amy Kris motioned for Ryan to come along. Kris knew that Ryan would be in for quite a bit of pain...

Mr. terrible lept up into the air to avoid ray`s energy blast hitting him by accident a few tears in his suit and a few cuts along his body were what he had to show from the few attacks the creature had landed on him

"to quote kingdom hearts, DODGE THIS" terrible shouted throwing down several small knives made of fire, ice and lightning making sure not to intercept any of ray`s beams.

Amy scrunched her face in mild protest as he wound the bandage. It gave her that eerie sensation akin to rising in altitude on a plane; the pressure in her head seemed to build as the bandage squeezed a bit uncomfortably. Her injury was feeling a bit better by this point, and the discomfort outweighed the pain, which she considered as good. With a soft smile and a "Thanks", Amy accepted the aspirin from Kris and popped one in her mouth. They were small enough that she was able to swallow with relative ease, and after doing so, she casually began threading her fingers through her hair and pulling it into a long ponytail that draped over one shoulder.

She smirked suddenly with a tired chuckle. "I feel like the least discreet ninja, ever." She looked to Ryan, hoping that maybe she could distract him from feeling some of the pain, as Kris prepared to clean his wounds.

"Alright Doc, let's get this over with." Ryan said, getting up from the nearby bed he had sat down on, waiting for Amy's treatment to be done. He peeled off his shirt, revealing a lean, fairly muscular torso, as he ambled over to Kris, wincing as the fabric brushed over his burns. His hands automatically went to the button on his jeans, as his legs were one of the parts paining him the most, then paused. "Ummm... I don't know how you... feel... about this kinda thing..." he said to Kris, glancing sidelong at Amy. "I can do my legs myself... like, later... if you want, if that'd make you uncomfortable." He knew Kris would probably be fine with him stripping down to his boxers, they were both guys after all, but Amy might not be, even if she and Ryan were "involved".

The wires connected with the figure with a blinding flash, and their eyes cleared it they saw it had stopped. For a heartbeat it stood motionless, then the arms snapped up to catch the knives, it vanished, and reappeared behind Mr Terrible, one of it's arms replaced with a single huge blade which stabbed toward him with blinding speed

"Oh quit your stalling and sit down. We can do your legs later. But you're gonna have to deal with the pain. so no complaints."Kris said as he took about another clean cloth and started to apply the disinfectant to it. It looked like Ryan hadn't suffered from very bad burns, his skin was really red though so disinfecting it would be a good idea. But the best way to disinfect such a large region was to rub the cloth over most of his burns. Which would hurt. A lot.

In terms of any cuts that could get infected, Ryan didn't have too many. A very very bad sunburn was the only thing he had."Lets just hope there is enough aloe vera on hand for you. cause i'll tell you right now, there isn't an easy remedy for something like this. Now just hold still, this is going to hurt."Kris said as he started to rub the cloth over the mans reddened shoulders.

Ryan sat down a little reluctantly, placing both his hands firmly on his knees. He had quickly and efficiently learned methods to help himself bare pain as a kid, when he had endured a good deal of it after an incident involving a bike, a gravel road, a sticky front wheel, and a lack of a helmet. Needless to say, he wasn't going into this unprepared. Still, a great many hisses, grunts, and deep guttural noises were forthcoming as Kris rubbed the disinfectant cloth across his tender burns.

Kris tried to be as gentle as he could, but knowing how sensitive the burned areas were he knew it didn't help much, seeing as Ryan was making sounds. It didn't take long for Kris to disinfect most of the mans upper body. It didn't take long either for the alcohol based disinfectant to evaporate."Now to make sure that there's some aloe around..."Once again Kris went and looked through the contents of the box taking out various little items."Looks like you are a lucky man." Kris said as he took out a medium sized bottle of aloe vera."Its the same deal as dealing with sunburns, this one is just a hell of a lot worse."he handed the bottle to Ryan."I'm sure you can deal with disinfecting your lower half on your own. Unless you want to get it over with right now. In which case I'd have to ask Amy if she is comfortable enough to stay in the room or leave..."He turned to Amy with a neutral look, it didn't bother him in the slightest wether she chose to stay or walk to the other side of the curtain.

Damien tried to move. The more he moved, the faster he could start walking again. "Move, Dammit!" He yelled. He rolled over and fell to the floor. using his hands, he dragged himself to a wall where crutches were resting. He slammed his hand his hand into them and caused them to crash to the floor. he picked up two and used them to pick himself up. Slowly he hobbled to the others, where he saw Kris patching up the others. He leaned on the crutches. "How are you guys feeling?" He asked.

Ryan glanced at Amy and offered a small smile as Kris searched for the aloe. "How's your head feeling?" he asked, as much form concern as to give himself something else to think about. "Looks like you are a lucky man." Kris said as he turned back to them. "Its the same deal as dealing with sunburns, this one is just a hell of a lot worse." That evoked a brief chuckle out of Ryan as he accepted the bottle. "Well, lucky me."

Kris continued. "I'm sure you can deal with disinfecting your lower half on your own. Unless you want to get it over with right now. In which case I'd have to ask Amy if she is comfortable enough to stay in the room or leave." If it was up to Ryan, he would probably rather get it over with now, so he could lay down and get some rest as soon as possible. He glanced at her, a little apologetically. "Well, really, I guess I'd rather get it done no-" he was interrupted by a yell from Damien's area, and then something heavy slamming onto the floor. He looked over to where the man had just fallen out of bed, and was now struggling to get to his feet with the aid of some crutches. It was odd that he hadn't asked any of them for help. "How are you guys feeling?" Damien asked them as he approached, leaning heavily on the crutches.

"I've... been better..." Ryan said slowly. "You need any help?"

Damien shook his head. "No thank you. I'm fine. If i can't move on my own... well, it would be pretty pathetic, especially since i got away with cat scratches compared to the rest of you." Inside his own mind however, Damien was skinning himself alive for being so weak. "You're useless!" he mentally yelled at himself. "you can't even protect those who matter to you!"

"Good to hear you're alright, Damien," Amy said with a soft smile, eying him with approval. Now here was someone who could help himself.

Turning to Ryan, Amy rose from the bed, her expression coy. "It's alright. I'll leave you guys to it." Glancing around the room, she added, "I need to go splash my face, anyway. See if I can't get rid of some of this blood..." The smell was beginning to make her feel queasy and lose any appetite she had left. Raising her hand in a small wave to the three, she turned and walked off, in search of a proper washroom.

Damien swung his way over to the coliseum, where he tried to walk as fast as possible, trying to get his body back to normal. Most people would have fallen unconscious from the pain, or might have died, but Damien just twisted his face into a snarl and continued. "C'mon! You're weak!" He yelled at himself mentally. "This is not nearly good enough. Become stronger! You must become stronger!" With that, Damien dropped the crutches. Struggling to stand, all he would allow himself to help was his left hand. Slowly but surely he pushed himself onto his feet, then tried to walk again without crutches.

Ray raises his hand and extends his clawed fingers, firing five small beams of energy at the metallic man.

The blade slid home almost silently, save for a tiny groan from Mr Terrible as he sagged around it.

As ray's beans shot towards the figure, it turned almost leisurely, catching the attack with Terry's apparently lifeless body, with spasmed wildly as the energy ran thorough him.

When the beans stopped, the figures arm shifted back into a normal arm, one huge hand around Terry's midriff. The huge ruby eyes regarded him for a moment, then tossed him away like a broken doll. Looking back at Ray, it began to stalk forward unhurriedly.

As the metallic man lurched forward Ray's mind filled with a rage, leaving behind any normal survival instinct he had he charged the energy into his claws and made a growling noise.

"Come get me you metallic fuck!" as he spoke smoke poured from his mouth and in a quick motion he slashed at the figure.

Ryan watched with a thoughtful frown as Damien hobbled away. The man had incredible drive and determination. More than Ryan could honestly say he had, at least on a normal occasion. More than any of them, probably, besides maybe Kris, who Ryan still wasn't completely sure could be trusted in a life-or-death situation, if given the choice to betray them to his own ends. Damien, at least, would stand by them, even if he did it in a stupid, overly confident way and got himself killed.

He shook his head in exasperation as as the head-strong gravity changer purposely let go of his crutches and fell to the ground, then pushed himself back up and continued on, the weight of his burden painfully apparent. "What a trooper. Let's hope I can be one too..." he stood slowly, unzipped his pants, and dropped them, revealing the gun and the pair of knives strapped to his legs. "Huh, I never even thought to use those. Guess I should get some practice in with em' while we've got some down time, eh?" he glanced back at Kris, chuckling, then unstrapped the weapons and pulled the jeans off from around his feet, wincing as the skin around his joints protested to the movement. "Alright, let's get this over with. Again."

Kris quickly an efficiently disinfected the rest of Ryan's body. The mans skin was very red and Kris couldn't imagine how it could have hurt to do what he had done back on the rooftop. Kris went back and thought about that moment and tried to figure out why his body wasn't as damaged. As much as he remembered, he and Ryan were both just about the same distance away from Amy. The Kris remembered another time Amy had used her power. That time he did something to the air so that the heat wouldn't touch him. He didn't remember using that trick back on the roof but he must have moved the air unconsciously. That was the only reason he could think of that got him out of that situation unscathed.

"Looks like we're done here. Might want to watch out when you put the aloe on."Kris looked at the bottle that he had handed to Ryan."It might sting a lot before it starts to make your skin feel cooler and less painful to the touch." Kris put away the nearly empty bottle of disinfectant and the cloth he had used. Kris didn't know how long they all to recover, he could only imagine what the world above them was like. It was impossible to think that the military wouldn't intervene. Maybe thats what was happening now. A war between the military and a bunch of insane super humans. He shook his head. All he could do now is stick with these supers that still have their sanity intact. "I wonder what is happening outside right now...."He said to no one in particular.

Damien walked. But to him, it wasn't enough. The worms and bugs crawled, not a human being! He had to be better. He had to run. He had to run, dammit! "Move!" He yelled to his body internally. 'No,' it responded, 'I'm in pain. stop, stop damn you!' Damien wouldn't stop. Damien would never stop. "move, or we're going to lose." He commanded his body. He started off with a slow jog, then tried to speed himself up to a run. He fell down more times then he could count, crushed under his own weight. However, everytime, he picked himself back up, and tried again. He felt eyes watching him. "Fine," he thought. "Let them watch and think what they will. But i will prove to myself that i am not weak!"

As Ray lunged, the figure didn't even try to defend itself. Instead, the claws embedded into one of it's arms as if it were made of some kind of liquid, then stuck.

As Ray tried to get his hands free, the three other arms closed in, their scalpel fingers glinting wickedly

"What the fuck, let go me you fucking robot!" Ray screamed as his claws were trapped in the figure. He saw the robots other arms closing in fast, he quickly figured out that escaping unscathed would be impossible however he could still get out of it alive. In a swift motion he smacked one arm away, the two other spiked hands plunged into his side with more force then expected. "You.....fucking.....robot" Ray muttered before slipping in an unconscious state.