dated — january 1st, 0:34AM located — navy pier with — @kerbcros status — closed
This had been planned; Eoin's not stupid. There's a reason he's here, and although he didn't know what that reason might be before shit went down, he understands now. If he says he's not the slightest bit annoyed with Shae, it would be a lie; this is Benjamin Granger antics all over again, and while he's not too worried about the murdering aspect, he is annoyed at the part where he's left in the dark about it and used. God, he hates being used so much. He's nothing more than his fists and his acid, and while he should be content with that, he's not. It's fucking annoying.
But he's here now, and police isn't being discriminate about which mutant they target and which they leave. They're all the same to them, and frankly, the feeling is mutual. The moment shit hit the fan, the first thing Eoin did was put on his mask; he knew there was going to be a fight, and since he doesn't fight fair, he knows to come prepared for his own violence.
The police cruiser screeches to a halt and Eoin slides along the hood of it smoothly to the other side, grabbing the officer coming out of it and twisting him so his back is turned to him. The sound of gunfire rises through the chaos and Eoin catches them all with the meat shield in front of him, promptly letting the now-dead body drop on the ground. With lightning speed movement, Eoin is on the roof of the car; the officer on the other side has only seconds to gasp before the mutant's hand has burnt through the back of his skull, and with a sharp yank, rips a handful of grey matter away for good measure.
There's no coming back from that one.
He ducks once at another shot fired, and looking over at more advancing officers, Eoin quickly realises that he's outnumbered. If he was anyone else, maybe it'd put the fear of death in him. But area of effect is his game, and abhorrent gruesome murder his name, and who is he to deprive these pissant fucks of either?
Standing up on the roof of the car, he descends a torrent of corroding gas upon his would-be killers, and within seconds he can hear the gagging and coughing as they're forced to either flee or, if they're lucky enough, die. Even as the torrent keeps pouring from his hands, Eoin hops off the police car.
He's not done with these fucks yet; this is only the beginning.