Angela
Condition: -1
Angela rebounds off #1's chestplate, backflips and lands on one knee in a photoshoot-perfect power pose, her right fist on the concrete and her left off to one side. "Bryan," she says. Glowing highlights flash down the fiber-optic strands of her hair as she speaks. "Google these tincan trash for me?"
"They're Force Werks," Bryan's voice crackles in her ear,
"a mercenary team that operated on the West Coast up until about a year ago. This is way out of their usual stomping grounds."
Angela brightens at once as she stands up. "Guys, relax. They're a bunch of useless, second-rate trash who couldn't cut it on the West Coast. Any crappier, and their suits would be hauled away for recycling."
"Are you sure it's a good idea to provoke them?"
"Don't comic book heroes always trash talk their enemies in the middle of fights?"
A hail of enemy fire explodes all about her. Myomer fibers in her synthetic muscles swell up, absorbing the shock of the impacts. Her titanium-iridium skeletal frame rocks backwards to further dissipate the effects of the attack. The blast nicks her skimpy suit, leaving scratches and gashes that do not bleed in the synthetic skin beneath, before she is obscured in a cloud of smoke.
A grappling line rockets out of the smoke an instant later to snag the wall of the United Petroleum building. Angela comes rocketing into the air following it, preparing to smash her fist into the faceplate of #2. "Just for the record, my hair is PURPLE! Hyaah!"
OOC
Toughness DC 24
1d20+10: 20 [1d20=10]
Failed by 4, -1
Use the swingline to swing into the air and attack #2 at close range using unarmed attack. PA 2.
1d20+10-2: 25 [1d20=17]
I should to grab one and peel off their suit. That way we can save one for questioning.