[It's all just math in the end, math which is easy for Wanda to manipulate and change around. And those finely tuned systems are so, so fragile to the fabric of reality being warped around them. As long as someone can protect her physically from harm, she could probably take care of this entire problem herself.
Especially since it's Doombots and nobody is concerned about non-lethal methods. Wanda understands, and even supports, the desire to avoid killing, but it makes things easier when one can simply destroy. Take apart, introduce chaos, without fear of wider consequences.]
[Carol's doing her best to keep the Doombots from intercepting Wanda. One punch here, another punch there, and she sends a good amount of them flying back down the street. She's not holding back since she doesn't have to worry about harming an actual person.
Besides, Doom probably has hundreds if not thousands of these.]
Four minutes and I rewrite their code into a computer virus.
[And then Doom is going to have to do a very, very quick patch or face the loss of every single Doombot of this current generation. It won't finish him by any means, but it'd probably be more significant a defeat than most he'd been given in the past.
Four minutes, though, was a long time when there were so many Doombots. And as powerful as Wanda was- the most powerful of a powerful team, she was physically fragile. Carol would have her hands full. Especially now that she had to concentrate.]
[Carol shoots up to hover about thirty feet in the air to survey how many Doombots there are and their approximate location.
Once she determines that she zips down to knock down the closest circle to Wanda. Landing, she starts throwing punches to connect her fist to as many stupid robots as possible. Doombots sucked, she decided.]
It's like the figher acting as the meat shield for the wizard in D&D
[Wanda starts to concentrate, crunching the numbers in her head, carrying figures in the equations, rewriting the reality of the Doombot's programming from the bottom up. They were all connected, so the virus would spread quickly between them.
When it was finished, they would all virtually instantaneously drop to the ground, inert and crashed. And then they could go and drink wine and celebrate.
But for now, she was virtually inert, fully concentrated on creating the virus.]
[One of the Doombots manages to land a punch on Carol which sends her sprawling across the little circle.]
God damn Doombots [she murmured as she picked herself up and zoomed towards the robot. She crashed into it and sent it flying into another of the bots. Then she kicked out to send another one sprawling.
She wanted to take a look back and see how Wanda was doing, but there was no time. There was only time for another quick circle to knock back any more encroaching bots.]
*He's mostly protecting children and other innocent bystanders, although when he has a chance to destroy a bot he's more than happy to take it.
*He also keeps whistling bits of Beethoven's Ninth, but then he is crazy. Very crazy, actually, considering the way he occasionally uses a not-so-innocent bystander as a meat shield. So far three abusive husbands and a sex offender, have been dragged into the battle, but ten children have been saved so it evens out somewhat.*
[The code was writing itself now. She closed her eyes, trying to expedite the process. It was intricate work, far more than simply making a gun malfunction or a criminal slip and fall.]
[Thanks, Hulk! Carol flies up to punch the Doombot to the ground where it's going to stay. She drops down on top of it and listens to the pleasing crunch of metal.
Then she ducks the punch of one before popping back up to send it flying back towards the Hulk.]
[Logan leaps into the air, bounds off of Hulks back and drives both fists full of claws into the bot. They crash to the ground. He looks up and points at the Doombot coming up behind Hulk.]
[Carol's noticed some of the bodies, and that's only making her work harder to take these bots down. The least amount of civilians that can be harmed, the better.]
the big guy needed to stretch his legs. or his fists.
*Hannibal on the other hand is toying with them, occasionally running one through with a sword or smashing it with a piece of debris. As he passes by other robots they inexplicably start shivering or chewing on their own fingers. So does a man in the crowd with a Nazi reversed-swastika tattoo and a couple of idiots who were calling Hannibal a freak.*
[Logan hits the ground and rolls. When he looks up he sees destruction everywhere. Which, yeah, isn't always a bad thing! Truth be told, he kinda likes watching the big guy at work.]
Throw me! [He points. Fast Ball Special Hulk style anyone?] There!
[Hulk grins at Beam-Lady for the encouragement, and peals a tree off the sidewalk (Hulk, no, Tony'll have to pay for that later) before throwing it into the multi-colored blast.]
[Hulk like Beam-Lady. She good at smash, and her smash is pretty!]
[He grunts and looks around, scouting for more things to smash.] ROBOTS?
[Oh, Hulk can so do that. Clawman irritating sometimes.]
[Still, he's careful to keep his grip not at crushable capacity as he picks him up and balances him on his palm, grunting and roaring under the laser's attacks.]
[Aaaaand - there's the opening pitch. Go 'round, Clawman!]
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