The above OC is in danger, what will your OC do?

"I can't believe they gave me the wrong destination" Diego mutters to himself as he walks along an old stony road which seemed to have not been maintained for years.
He had arrived in this location to carry out an assassination,  though it seemed somebody had gotten the locations mixed up when they'd given him his info and the journey turned out to be a waste of his time.

He looks up hearing a commotion just up ahead and sees what appears to be an angry mob.
Whoever was inside the building he didn't know, and neither did he care much for them.
But the sight of the mob to him was like a kid staring at a group of grounded pigeons with an uncontrollable urge to spook them all just to see what they do.
"I can have some fun" he tells himself rubbing his hands together with a sinister look smeared over his expression.

He appeared to sink into the earth as he became a shadow and then silently moved along the ground in a ghost'like manor until he was among the mob.

He had a trick up his sleeve which would scare the pants off of any human whether superstitious or not.
He manipulated all of their shadows changing them into demonic looking shapes and controlled the shadows like puppets to appear threatening and evil.
The humans tried to back away from their shadows in fear but it was no use. Each human had what appeared to be a demonic spirit stuck with em like glue, but in actual fact it was no more than their own shadow manipulated by a singular shadow demon. Diego.

He eventually pulled their shadows together turning them into one large shadow and pulled it along the floor and up the wall which surrounded the mansion.
Its shape twisted and distortd until it took on the form of a huge monster similar to a dragon, but with more limbs and spikes.
He had his giant shadow puppet look straight into the mob standing almost perfectly still all but a wave of its tail and a slow movement of its wings, and then Diego came out of his shadow form among the mob so he could point and shout in a panicked voice "RUN!!!!" and just like that the entire mob turned their backs on his puppet and ran away like a frenzied stampede running for their lives.

Diego could only laugh hysterically as he watched the mob make haste as though he'd just pulled off the best prank this year.
"This wasnt such a waste of my time after all" he grinned to himself wiping a tear from his eye from where he'd been laughing too hard.
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Diego has had his powers temporarily muted making him unable to use his shadow abilities.
He has been chained to a thick wooden post in the middle of the forest to be sacrificed to a large creature approximate 10ft tall with a bat'like face, a lion'like mane and a body shape comparable to a drake covered in thick scales.
He sees the creature emerge through the trees but is unable to do anything except try to struggle free from his chains.
His powers may only be muted temporarily but he needs them NOW! .... either that or by some kind of mirical for somebody to come along and save his hide.

Star Bow was wandering thetrails of a forest on a midnight hike to satisfy their need to explore. But now, Star Bow heard something in the distance, something that didn't sound good at all. Even though his mind screamed at him not to go, his heart said that whatever was over there was worth checking out. So he did.

When he came across the scene of a human chained to a pole with a weird abomination bearing down on them, Star Bow felt the need to step in. They trotted up so that they stood between the human and the creature, and they bleated a mere "Baaaaa." in hopes that the Chimaera thing would respond. When it didn't, Star Bow whispered to himself, "Ok, onto plan 2."

The stars in Star Bows fleece began to glow brightly, before some seperated from his body and grew until the stars were about the sizes of the human. With that, Star Bow began to telepathically throw the stars at the creature. Everytime the stars hit, the thing would shriek in pain as it burned wounds into its flesh. Eventually, with its whole body covered in bad burn wounds, it turned and fled, screaming a mournful cry as it dissappeared into the night. 

Star Bow turned around, and tried to formally introduce themself. "Well, hello there human, if you are one. My name's Star Bow. Now, is there anything I could use to get you out?"

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Star Bow was running through the woods as fast as they could. Behind him, the yell of illegal poachers grew louder and louder as they pursued Star Bow inside the deep depths of this national park, where they were supposed to be safe. A shot rang out, and Star Bow felt extraordinary pain in one of his back legs. He kept running, but with a noticeable limp to their gallop. If a miracle didn't happen anytime soon, the poachers would probably kill him and skin him as a trophy.

Vossen was camping in the national park. It was rare for her to do so, with the park rangers trying to make sure she isn't there, but today, she felt a bit luckier as she sat next to a small fire she made, mostly for the feel of it. But suddenly, she heard a shot ring out and the pained sound of an animal coming right towards her. She quickly got up and summoned a halberd, preparing for whatever was about to come through the brush. 

She was surprised to see such a beautiful animal run through, before it tripped over and laid down. She softly moved towards it, keeping a calm tone as she notices the blood on it's leg "Hey, it's okay, I'm not going to hurt you." She rubbed it's fur a little as the hunters came from behind her, shouting at her in an aggressive manner "Hey, bitch, that's our kill, now hand it over before we kill you and your fucking family." They were clearly tired from the hunt and irritated, but this didn't stop what was about to happen. They had hit the flaming berserker in the most delicate spot they could've, 'Family'. She was enraged almost instantly and summoned another halberd, charging towards the hunters with fire and fury. The flightless poachers, quite simply, didn't have a chance at that point, it was a slaughter. 

Once she had calmed down, she quickly turned her head back to the starred animal and ran over to it, making sure it was calm and safe enough for her to pick it up carefully and leave the site of the battle.

You're walking down the street, it is raining rather heavily when you see someone on the floor, seemingly collapsed right on the spot. They're stone cold, but alive nonetheless. They're muttering nonsensical words through their coldness and shivering beyond belief.

(Edit: Hey, @LoSt-In-PrOgReS, don't forget about this)

Upon seeing Connor on fire, Peter ran towards him. "Shit," he yelled as he feverishly opened his water bottle. Not even caring that he drank from it, Peter immediately splashed water on his scarf, quelling the flames with purified water and a touch of his spit. The familiar scent of smoke reached him. "Well, then," as he pat the stranger on the shoulder. "That worked a lot better than I thought!" A stupid smile and a chuckle came from his lips, as if he wasn't fazed from what just happened.

Peter got up, shaking and wobbling. "You guys are all dumbasses. I'll beat every single one of you!" He was covered in bruises and spat out blood. The men he came across in this dark alley weren't having any of it. No one really liked Pete's big mouth, after all, but... 

No one was supposed to call his brother a pussy!

Jet leaned against a window frame. Looking at the fighting below, the man was an idiot, that was for sure. Even if he made it out alive, the thugs would follow him. Though as Jet leisurely watched the fight, something in his heart twinged at the sight of the bruised man. He closes his eyes and sighs. It's worth nothing to have another body on the street. Jet shouts a simple and powerful "Freeze!"

The thugs freeze in place and so does the idiot man. Jet quickly hops down from the window, rolling to a postured stance. The thugs stare at Jet as he pulls out a butterfly knife, twirling it in between his fingers. "Thank ye kindly for waiting for me. I've decided to make this brawl a tad more fair."

Jet smiles and lashes out at the nearest thug. With the help of the idiot man, all of the thugs lay on the ground, some concussed, others bloody. Jet pockets his butterfly knife and shakes the hand of the idiot man, who's name is Peter apparently.

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As the cold water of the bay hits Jet he goes over again on just how much of an idiot he is. He was suppose to be harmless, but than he stabbed the wrong guy and now he has a ball and chain around his ankle. Sinking into the city reservoir with water climbing down his throat. 

Tude was just walking along the edge of the city reservoir, admiring the scenery around him when he heard a splash at the far end. He rigidly turned his head to see a group of people walking away from the edge, while a huge ripple spread out over the normally calm water. Further inspection confirmed that a human was sinking though the water with a weight attached. Knowing that a human can't breathe water, Tude made the decision to try to save the human.

Tude took a deep breath and concentrated. Soon, bright colors flashed for a millesecond before his eyes and he was underwater beside the human figure. The person was obviously both freaking out and going unconscious. Tude gripped the human and concentrated on teleporting again. Another flash,  and both the person and Tude ended up on the edge of the reservoir, with the ball and chain being left behind.

Tude tried to introduce himself formally. "Hello, my name is Tude. Since I rescued you, I should know your name."

To say the least, things weren't going well for Tude. He had accidentally broken into the Pentagon's system, and the government was out for him. He hopped through the Internet,  picking up viruses from shady sites and circulating though several sites as fast as possible. At last he exited the computer of a young boy, much to his surprise, and jumped out to run on the street. The government had somehow been able to track Tude on his Internet journey, so the police in that area began to pursue him. And Tude, being extremely weakened by the viruses and malware, made it so that he was soon cornered and couldn't escape. Tude wished that a miracle would happened and he would be saved from this moment.

"Don't worry I got this I think I can talk to him" Noakes says as he knows that he in no way has this situation under control at all. Noakes had never seen such an angry old man, actually scratch that Noakes had never seen such angry person in his entire life. While Noakes thinks that he has relatively good people skills, (especially since he's trying to raise a child that's not even his at the moment) he has no idea how to approach this scenario.

After a lot of talking (and what seemed like some insults that only older people use, Noakes isn't quite sure) and mostly apologizing Noakes gets away with only an "accidental" cane to the knee. 

He never wants to do this ever again.

for what is unfortunately not the first time in his life, Noakes is trying to struggle out of a cramped cave with some kind of very unfriendly and pissed off reptilian monster.

This was one of the few times TM was glad for his small size. Getting someone out of a cramped cave safely while fighting something else would have been very hard for him, even if he was just a few inches taller.

Although he wasn't sure what species the reptile was, it didn't matter, so long as it wasn't covered in something metallic. That would take a long time to cut through, and TM didn't really have all that much time.

He lunged at the beast, butting it with his false head, twisting and turning in an attempt to attach the blade on his jaw to the creature's skin. After that didn't quite work, he scrambled to position himself next to it, which was hard in the small space. He immediately stuck the sharp blades on his legs into the beast's side, which thankfully caused it to stop moving, allowing Noakes to get a better head start. Deciding it was the best idea he had, TM stuck every blade on his body into the beast, which definitely annoyed it. Once Noakes escaped, the small robot leaped off of the reptile and made his escape too. He probably didn't do any damage to the creature, and one of his spikes was severely bent, but he was able to help someone in the end.

TM was now running from another robot that was not the same model as him. It was a few times larger (which wasn't really saying much) and made out of a completely different material, which he recognized was the nameless metal that was practically immune to things like sharp blades, meaning TM couldn't really do anything here. It was a generic fighting design, however it was not outfitted with any weapons other than a few sharp things here and there.

He spun around to try to fool it into attacking his false head first but he was definitely going to need some help with this.

Walking home for the day, Vossen saw the fight going on. She wouldn't usually get involved with things like this, but today she decided to. She ran towards the larger robotic creature and slammed a gauntlet made out of steel-like hard light straight into it's neck. The metallic beast recoiled from the hit and slashed at the aerolin's stomach, enraging her as her flames burnt brighter and she became quicker. Another hit to the neck, followed by another and another, until the robot's neck was so broken and damaged that the head fell off and the construct was defeated.

Revealing in her victory, she looked and found the smaller robot, picking it up and making sure it was okay and safe.

(Doing this prompt again since it wasn't done last time as the person who claimed it never did it)

You're walking down the street, it is raining rather heavily when you see someone on the floor, seemingly collapsed right on the spot. They're stone cold, but alive nonetheless. They're muttering nonsensical words through their coldness and shivering beyond belief.

Pache reached forward, and gently touched the robot-thing. He recoiled at the freezing touch, but he heard silent murmuring. It must be alive, it was making noises, after all. He dragged it towards the nearest cover from the rain, and curled around it. He folded one wing to his side, and wrapped the other around the robot. Pache was shivering himself, but he focused on the robot, breathing warm air and slowly rubbing it back to consciousness. 

Narce was chasing him again. Pache dodged a blast of freezing-cold wind, but another struck him, knocking him off course. He spiraled in the air for a bit before crashing into a building. His brother was gaining on him, but Pache felt like he couldn't move. Was something broken?

Father Shane was enjoying a walk in the park, as his pagan friend suggested he started doing to reconnect with nature. He didn't mind in the slightest, it got him away from his colleagues, which was a blessing all on it's own. He heard and odd beeping and starting looking around for the noise. He did a double take as he saw a humanoid figure that was bright and odd colours. He furrows his brow and approaches slowly, figuring the odd noise came from him. He knelt down beside Digi and pauses, "Are you alright? You look... unwell..." He pauses again, the being sounded like his dying cellphone. His intuition guides him and he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a battery pack meant for recharging devices that he carries on him just in case, "Here, I am not sure if this is of much help, but it may be enough power in there to get you to a better source..."

Shane lifts his arms, catching his breath from giving his sermon that was apparently heart wrenching. Two ladies were crying, really? He just read off an already written script he memorized from years of preaching. He shakes his head slightly to himself then pauses as a flash of red light hits one of his eyes. He tenses and looks up to the balconies of the cathedral, staring right down the barrel of a sniper rifle. So this is what he gets for being a priest and speaking out against bigotry and starting movements... Lovely. He stood rooted, not sure what to do as the red dot centered on his face again, a deathly silence fell over the whole church as Shane still stood there, arms raised as if welcoming whatever fate was handed to him.

Lucia wasn't quite sure what drew her to this church - she never was really religious, after all. It was just Nikita's tradition, which she had somewhat adopted. But this time, there seemed to be some cosmic cause. At the end of the sermon, a sniper's aim centered on the priest's forehead. At least, she hoped it was, what with the commotion she was about to make. 

With a small gesture of her hand, she caused the metal cross to lift up and center itself on the sniper's aim. Hopefully, a psuedo-religious sign would distract it enough for her to figure out where the sniper was located. With a quick scan around the ceiling of the building, she found the sniper, who was lining up a shot for the chest. Lucia manipulated the metal of the gun, causing it to twist and bend in on itself. The silence was broken as someone yelled to call the police, and Lucia finished her job by slamming an organ pipe into the would-be assassin.

Despite Lucia's best warnings, Nikita had gone into the collapsed building. "This heroic stuff is going to kill her one day," she muttered under her breath. At least a rescue team would be on the site soon. 

Two hours later, and her girlfriend still hadn't come up. Lucia was pacing now, using her powers to toss pieces of metal away from the wreckage of the search. "Please, please please!"