OOC: No problem.
IC (Koranga): Koranga almost yelped aloud as he quickly drew his head back over the building's lip to avoid the reflected flames. He managed to avoid them, but not the wave of heat they brought with them. By the time it was safe to look again, the criminal was scrambling away down the street, becoming almost invisible as it blended with... oh no. Chameleon.
Koranga had encountered this type of power before, when the Visorak had destroyed his first home and almost wiped out his race. The Roporaks' camouflage had been a potent weapon for the spiders - appearing, firing their spinners, and disappearing again before they could be seen. Koranga himself had almost fallen prey to their traps during his escape from the doom island.
He remembered his anger at the spiders and their dark masters, and the grief he had felt during those days welled up within him. The simple sight of a chameleon being brought it all back to him in painful clarity. (He felt a small increase in his strength at the feeling. Emotional pain didn't give him as much of a boost as physical pain, but it was pain nonetheless.)
That small boost, combined with the memories, reminded him of how very hungry for pain he was. It had been a long time since he had last absorbed a good amount of hurt, and he needed a hit now to stave of his own pain. Mata Nui, he needed some pain. He caught a glimpse of Dorcha's outline and charged.
He leapt down from the top of the building to the street below, landing in a crouch on all fours. Then, he was up and sprinting after the small toa-like being, taking long strides to catch up. As he ran, he loaded his zamor launcher with a stinging sphere and fired it at Dorcha's back. At the same time, he activated his mask to copy the uncanny accuracy of a kinloka. He wasn't quite sure how the rodent's power worked, but he hoped that, since he didn't have a very good view of his target, it would help him to aim true.
IC (Dekuna): Dekuna replied with a flat stare, nothing else. If a frontal assault was all it would take to oust the Worshippers, they would have made it long ago. They both knew it would take more skill and wit than that, just as they both knew that the other knew. It was a pointless question, really.
Dekuna walked out the door and then teleported back to the roof of the building where he could see a fair distance, and then back to the walltop walkways. Hopping across the skyline like this made for efficient travelling, though it did make him briefly visible to the City Law Enforcers. Still, so long as he didn't stay still for long and kept teleporting quickly, he could normally reach his destination without being followed.
IC (Hatann): "Deal" Hatann agreed after a moment's consideration. This job had shooting things, defying the carver and good pay. What wasn't to like? His hand went to the trigger of his zamor laucher.
"I'll begin as soon as you can get me the usual 10% deposit."