At the shout, he punched Firestein in the nose. For a moment he couldn't believe that he had actually done it, but shook it off. Someone came up behind him.
The world stilled. He could see the whites of the man's eyes through the cowl as he spun around. Something in those eyes made him hesitate. They were both terrified, both just trying to help their brothers, but it only lasted a moment.
Someone cried out, and Gage lunged. He shot his wing out and swiped him off his feet. He leapt into the air. Another soldier, six o'clock. Gage rounded on him and planted his heel in the man's jaw. Teeth cracked. Two down.
Firestein. After him! Another cowl. Land on his chest. Wind knocked out of him. Ow, my nose! You little-
Three down.
Firestein. Grab his collar. Heart beating. Sweat.
James Firestein lay on his back, a maniac standing over him, panting. The boy's eyes were wild, and his teeth dripped with blood from his nose. This wasn't the kid Nameless had told him about? What was this monster?
For two seconds, the Inhuman hesitated. Hmm. Amateur. He yanked at the chain in his pocket, but it was stuck. He yanked again.
Gage backed away, fingers still curled into claws. "Get up." He growled.
He almost laughed. "What?" He said, quickly taking his other hand and jerking the capsule out of the pocket.
"Get up!" He said through gritted teeth. The taste of rust, and with every breath he heaved, more blood came from his nose.
He squinted, "Whatever you say..." He said, and rolled over, grunting and seeming to strain to get to his knees. As his back was to him, he unclasped the capsule from the chain. "HERO." He swore, and leapt to his feet and hurled the glass pod.
Gage felt something break on his chest. Then felt the wet on his shirt.
Confusion flashed across his face for a moment. Then came the burning. Scorching heat that started in his chest cavity and worked it's way to his muscles. He shivered, and glanced up to Firestein.
That wretch grinned as Gage sank to his knees.
He could hear his breath, and his heart in his ears. His own muscles creaking amidst the roar of battle. When the fire reached his wings, he heard a cry such as he had never heard before, and never will again. As his face hit the concrete, he realized. It was his own voice.