Mock Fight: Ballad vs the SoSV

[Skeletor]

The pistol arced through the air before skittered across the floor of the building, coming to rest a short distance behind Skeletor’s position. He looked at it curiously, momentary confusion passing across his featureless face. He bent over and picked up the handgun. There was a blinking light, but the gun seemed otherwise unbroken. Skeletor stood up from his hiding place, the discarded weapon in one hand. “Oh dear?” He taunted his green-skinned opponent, “Have you run out of bullets already?” He waved the pistol at his opponent as he spoke, the flickering lights catching the corner of his eye. Were those lights blinking faster?  “We must have you in dire straits if you're throwing your weapons at us! You think you can beat all five of us? You will need to do better than tha…AAH!”
 
The warlock’s taunt was cut short by a sizable explosion, as the revolver shattered outwards in a growing fireball, only a foot away from Skeletor’s face. The simulated building shuddered, faint gridding appearing momentarily as the simulation tried to adapt to the unexpected damage as quickly as possible. The skull-faced prime was flung away, his hood flaming and his skin torn by shrapnel, to slam against the side of another truck, denting it slightly. The Warlock fell to the ground near a burning tire, and remained unmoving for some time as the last few tatters of his hood burnt away. He was vaguely aware of the others, doing their best to engage the Gunsmith, or at least keep him occupied. It was clear however that they lacked the combat experience to stand for long against the gunsmith.
 
Slowly, blood seeping from the shrapnel that had peppered his body, Skeletor got back to his feet. They were behaving exactly as the gunsmith had said they would, without coordination, without a plan. At this rate the arrogant upstart would be proven right, a humiliation that Skeletor would not suffer to see pass. Leaning on his havoc staff for support, Skeletor did his best to stand firm. “Scarecrow, check on the gunmen! Zimmer keep him engaged at close range! When I say to run you will do so!” Skeletor shouted at the two of them.

The duo were both down, possibly for good, and the Fear-master was looking almost as bad as Skeletor himself. Only Zimmer seemed to be more or less unhurt, having taken only a bullet to the shoulder thus far. Skeletor had the inklings of a plan forming, but he would need time, and more firepower to capitalize on the opportunity when it arrived. Firing the occasional missile to support Warren and keep Ballad on the defensive, Skeletor slowly made his way towards the rest of the team. They would only have one chance at this, as much as Skeletor hated to admit it, the Gunsmith had somehow put the five of them on the back foot. Skeletor ducked behind a minivan near the prone forms of Rory and Snart, and poured energy into his Havoc Staff. He would NOT lose.

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No response to the Super move, Skeletor didn't figure it out in time.