The Create-A-Hero RPG Season II IC Thread

[NiteMare Shape]

"Did you say Pinkerton Drive? It's not too far from here. Let's go."

Standing in the apartment of the mysterious stranger that Youngster found waiting for the "Angel" to heal the man's wounds is not something that Icon feels comfortable doing...not now, while there is an alien invasion going on...not while people are dying.

He knows that he needs to get back out there and rejoin the fight, but there is something that he needs to do first.

Icon looks to the "angel", and asks, "There's something I have to take care of...Can you handle things here?"

The angel nods, and with that Icon leaves through the open window and takes to the skies of Lost Haven.

 

[Spike_x1]

The Survivor couldn't help but grit his teeth as Icon also left the scene. "If Icon of all people is going to leave, I can't say that I'd feel guilty about taking off as well." Adam strolled to the window, listening for the sound of explosions in the far distance. "We've got better things to do than nurse one lone man back to health, especially when there's a whole world under attack out there, filled with thousands of people who need just as much help as he does."

Turning back to face the angelic hero before leaving, the Survivor could feel a certain light and purity in Michael's presence. If there was a God, Adam would have to remember to ask the angel why he hated the world so much.

"I... Finish up as soon as you can, Archangel. We need people like you out there." With that, the Survivor pushed his cape out of the way and jumped through the window to the cracked street below, and took off running at inhuman speeds toward where the city needed him most.

 

[trustyside-kick]

"I... Finish up as soon as you can, Archangel. We need people like you out there." With that, the Survivor pushed his cape out of the way and jumped through the window to the cracked street below, and took off running at inhuman speeds toward where the city needed him most.

"Oh yea, this shouldn't take too long. The dude's going to make it for sure. I mean, if he were dying then perhaps I'd doubt my ability cause in the end it's...not my choice, but...my goodness."

Survivor doesn't even hear my finish my sentence he escapes back into the scruffle of the war going on outside. As kid in the hoodie who apparently is going by the name Youngster helps me set this mysterious dude onto the couch I cannot help but notice something. I unzip his the jacket to his jumpsuit and my suspicions are confirmed: this guy's seen all kinds of hell. I've never heard of him...or at least I don't recognize this guy like you would Blur or Icon but then again those two are really the only public heroes.

Out of courtesy I re-zip the guy's jacket up. Looks like his right leg is what put him out of commission. So I roll up his tracksuit pants, with the wound revealed. He has a large gash wound near his shin, but it looks like there are several scrapes, bruises and scars from around his calves down to his ankles. Geez.

Crackling my knuckles, getting ready to work my magic, I take a deep breath, place my hands on his right leg and blow cool air out slowly.

"Take pity Lord on this servant to Man, for he has made plenty a sacrifice on his life in defending Man. Channel your soothing powers into me, so that I may act as your delivering agent, to heal this man's wounds. Let your wondrous waters of Mercy flow from the Heavens and rain over us."

My hands begin to glow a heavenly white light, like that of the transforming light that brings me into the Archangel State, and it would seem that my prayer of healing is answered. I open my eyes and even though I've done this more than once I'm still astounded at the marvel before my very eyes. It's almost like an etch n sketch: in but a moment with a slight shake to my hands hovering over his wounded leg it's as though the scars were never there.

 

[Hound55]

"Oh yea, this shouldn't take too long. The dude's going to make it for sure. I mean, if he were dying then perhaps I'd doubt my ability cause in the end it's...not my choice, but...my goodness."

Survivor doesn't even hear my finish my sentence he escapes back into the scruffle of the war going on outside. As kid in the hoodie who apparently is going by the name Youngster helps me set this mysterious dude onto the couch I cannot help but notice something. I unzip his the jacket to his jumpsuit and my suspicions are confirmed: this guy's seen all kinds of hell. I've never heard of him...or at least I don't recognize this guy like you would Blur or Icon but then again those two are really the only public heroes.

Out of courtesy I re-zip the guy's jacket up. Looks like his right leg is what put him out of commission. So I roll up his tracksuit pants, with the wound revealed. He has a large gash wound near his shin, but it looks like there are several scrapes, bruises and scars from around his calves down to his ankles. Geez.

Crackling my knuckles, getting ready to work my magic, I take a deep breath, place my hands on his right leg and blow cool air out slowly.

"Take pity Lord on this servant to Man, for he has made plenty a sacrifice on his life in defending Man. Channel your soothing powers into me, so that I may act as your delivering agent, to heal this man's wounds. Let your wondrous waters of Mercy flow from the Heavens and rain over us."

My hands begin to glow a heavenly white light, like that of the transforming light that brings me into the Archangel State, and it would seem that my prayer of healing is answered. I open my eyes and even though I've done this more than once I'm still astounded at the marvel before my very eyes. It's almost like an etch n sketch: in but a moment with a slight shake to my hands hovering over his wounded leg it's as though the scars were never there.

Stirring a little as a result of the bright light surrounding his legs, Fontaine rolled over, revealing to all his shattered, blood-soaked hand with the bone protruding through the skin.

 

[trustyside-kick]

Stirring a little as a result of the bright light surrounding his legs, Fontaine rolled over, revealing to all his shattered, blood-soaked hand with the bone protruding through the skin.

As he rolls over a bit, I notice that my job here clearly isn't even close to done. And of course I haven't forgotten the old wounds I just so happen to see as we laid him down. Geez. What drives a man to do this? I know it's ironic I say this, because I've been in the superhero gig for a little while now...but a man with no apparent powers? No gift that puts him above his fellow man?

Me? I can fly, and depending on the day I can inspire people to move closer to God depending on the Angel that watches over me in one particular fashion over another. Plus let's not forget the elemental powers that also differ on each day. Plus I've got a wicked fire sword...well when it chooses to light up. Eh it's complicated. Only ignites if I'm defending the innocent. All that's left really is this ability to heal through prayer and that holy water can heal my own personal wounds...take that all away and what am I? Just a man.

So what drives a man to pull himself through all the gunk of superhero work? Is it his past? What, did his parents die like Batman's so he has this uncanny obsession of cleaning up the streets? Or was he just born or raised with an unnatural desire to do good for Mankind similar to that of Superman?

Muttering a silent prayer under my breath, I slowly hover my hands, guiding them together towards the man's broken hand. I take a deep breath and to help the bone that's practically saying hello to me by exposing it self I apply a slight amount of pressure as I push the bone in. He grunts and groans a little, but thankfully my healing abilities make the process a soothing one at the same time.

"I gotta tell you, while I don't know the war stories behind these scars and cuts...you got guts. Although..."

And with a silent pop, the bone is back in place and in a few seconds his hand is as good as new.

"You shouldn't ever forget that you're only human. Maybe now that some of us have finally decided to really step up and become public--myself kind of by accident--good and decent citizens such as yourself can sit back and let us do what we should've been doing the whole time. I mean, with my name and face being outted...what else am I going to do with my spare time? Cannot exactly just waltz around town like my life is normal anymore."

 

[Hound55]

Muttering a silent prayer under my breath, I slowly hover my hands, guiding them together towards the man's broken hand. I take a deep breath and to help the bone that's practically saying hello to me by exposing it self I apply a slight amount of pressure as I push the bone in. He grunts and groans a little, but thankfully my healing abilities make the process a soothing one at the same time.

"I gotta tell you, while I don't know the war stories behind these scars and cuts...you got guts. Although..."

And with a silent pop, the bone is back in place and in a few seconds his hand is as good as new.

"You shouldn't ever forget that you're only human. Maybe now that some of us have finally decided to really step up and become public--myself kind of by accident--good and decent citizens such as yourself can sit back and let us do what we should've been doing the whole time. I mean, with my name and face being outted...what else am I going to do with my spare time? Cannot exactly just waltz around town like my life is normal anymore."

ISAAC FONTAINE - MAN OF NO PAIN​

[blackout]“Gnnnn…” “*Exhales audibly* *Yawns*”[/blackout]
[blackout]“These cuts and scars didn’t come from a few days of work. You do realise that, right? What kind of ‘good and decent citizen’ gets about in a jet black top to tail track suit with a balaklava and a car-load of equipment? There’s only two options for the kind of person you’re dealing with and neither calls for that description…”[/blackout]

The abrupt delivery of this comment, with all of the subtlety of a sledgehammer to the face, took the heroic pair slightly by surprise.

[blackout]“My body’s taken nearly 6 years of battering from the darkest side of my city’s soul, I’m curious to hear what makes you think you should tell me that I can take a rest now that the big boys are here. Less than 24 hours ago that little battle for the fate of the world… that was broadcast nationally, probably internationally, as you would expect Armageddon to be. So I must say that seeing a… well… I guess you call yourself an angel… who, last I remembered before passing out, had a plan to take me back to the address I mentioned before realising he hadn’t the foggiest idea where it was... and another guy who pretty much did the same, as well as spent the night of that battle with the world at stake perving on a teammate… well… you kind of have to understand that what you're saying doesn’t exactly carry a whole lot of weight with me.”[/blackout]

[blackout]“In fact, the last I can remember of your little assembly of ‘superfriends’ was one of the most shambolic things I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen a… Washington Wizards game”[/blackout]

Fontaine crowbarred the Washington Wizards into his comment in the place of Portsmouth Pirates in the nick of time, trying to conceal as much of his identity as he could and hoping that the statement still worked.

Stupid.

Tighten up what you leak, measure your words, think before you speak… you’ve already got a thick accent, you’re lucky they’re not good at much but distinguishing it as foreign due to their lack of contact with folk from the pacific nations…

[blackout]“Hell… it took two of you to fix me up… when only one of you was necessary. You guys are ridiculously disorganized, and you have the nerve to tell me I’m out of my depth and that ‘the big boys are here’? Hell, last time I was awake damn near all of you were coming… I suppose I should thank YOUR BOSS for small mercies…”[/blackout]

With this final comment Fontaine gestured, pointing upwards, whilst looking at the Archangel.

[blackout]“With my experience, knowing what I know, it would be remiss of me to trust the fate of the world to a rabble like yourselves…”[/blackout]

With this Fontaine stood up.

[blackout]“… so thanks for the advice and the hand.”[/blackout] Fontaine walked the other two towards the door.
[blackout]“And the leg, which for some reason hasn’t…”[/blackout]
Fontaine stopped in his tracks. The interior scraping in his right knee which had just been background noise for the last 7 years, one of the few injuries that actually happened prior to his vigilante days, had disappeared. The injury had occurred courtesy of an overambitious run on the rugby field against the biggest schoolboy flanker in the state, which resulted in damage which a knee reconstruction surgery hadn’t properly cleaned up. His ‘bad’ knee of seven years had suddenly become his good knee, and the leg itself as a whole was far stronger than he could remember. To the point where it now resulted in a noticeable limp towards his left.
[blackout]“What the…?”[/blackout]
The leg reminded him of why he was here, he’d figured the pair had just tapped him into some of the blood bags from the fridge in the back room, but remembered he hadn’t been awake to tell them of this. He immediately looked at his wrapped hand.
The first thing he noticed was that it wasn’t wrapped at all… the second nearly blew his mind.
[blackout]“What happened?!?”[/blackout] Grabbing Archangel’s arm he looked, with eyes bright from surprise and a desperation to quench his curiosity.
[blackout]“This isn’t a robot hand, right? It feels too real. Tell me what exactly happened since you brought me back here. Don’t miss a single detail.”[/blackout]

 

[trustyside-kick]

ISAAC FONTAINE - MAN OF NO PAIN​

[blackout]“Gnnnn…” “*Exhales audibly* *Yawns*”[/blackout]
[blackout]“These cuts and scars didn’t come from a few days of work. You do realise that, right? What kind of ‘good and decent citizen’ gets about in a jet black top to tail track suit with a balaklava and a car-load of equipment? There’s only two options for the kind of person you’re dealing with and neither calls for that description…”[/blackout]

The abrupt delivery of this comment, with all of the subtlety of a sledgehammer to the face, took the heroic pair slightly by surprise.

[blackout]“My body’s taken nearly 6 years of battering from the darkest side of my city’s soul, I’m curious to hear what makes you think you should tell me that I can take a rest now that the big boys are here. Less than 24 hours ago that little battle for the fate of the world… that was broadcast nationally, probably internationally, as you would expect Armageddon to be. So I must say that seeing a… well… I guess you call yourself an angel… who, last I remembered before passing out, had a plan to take me back to the address I mentioned before realising he hadn’t the foggiest idea where it was... and another guy who pretty much did the same, as well as spent the night of that battle with the world at stake perving on a teammate… well… you kind of have to understand that what you're saying doesn’t exactly carry a whole lot of weight with me.”[/blackout]

[blackout]“In fact, the last I can remember of your little assembly of ‘superfriends’ was one of the most shambolic things I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen a… Washington Wizards game”[/blackout]

Ugh, I can already tell that I'm in for a rollercoaster. This dude's attitude is like a mix of Batman and Rorschach. Course wish he was conscious beforehand so that I would've realized this before making the comment that obviously offended him. He's the type that just won't give up fighting the fight which is a good trait...but at the end of the day it can also just get you killed for not knowing when to quit.

Fontaine crowbarred the Washington Wizards into his comment in the place of Portsmouth Pirates in the nick of time, trying to conceal as much of his identity as he could and hoping that the statement still worked.

Stupid.

Tighten up what you leak, measure your words, think before you speak… you’ve already got a thick accent, you’re lucky they’re not good at much but distinguishing it as foreign due to their lack of contact with folk from the pacific nations…

[blackout]“Hell… it took two of you to fix me up… when only one of you was necessary. You guys are ridiculously disorganized, and you have the nerve to tell me I’m out of my depth and that ‘the big boys are here’? Hell, last time I was awake damn near all of you were coming… I suppose I should thank YOUR BOSS for small mercies…”[/blackout]

With this final comment Fontaine gestured, pointing upwards, whilst looking at the Archangel.

[blackout]“With my experience, knowing what I know, it would be remiss of me to trust the fate of the world to a rabble like yourselves…”[/blackout]

With this Fontaine stood up.

[blackout]“… so thanks for the advice and the hand.”[/blackout] Fontaine walked the other two towards the door.
[blackout]“And the leg, which for some reason hasn’t…”[/blackout]
Fontaine stopped in his tracks. The interior scraping in his right knee which had just been background noise for the last 7 years, one of the few injuries that actually happened prior to his vigilante days, had disappeared. The injury had occurred courtesy of an overambitious run on the rugby field against the biggest schoolboy flanker in the state, which resulted in damage which a knee reconstruction surgery hadn’t properly cleaned up. His ‘bad’ knee of seven years had suddenly become his good knee, and the leg itself as a whole was far stronger than he could remember. To the point where it now resulted in a noticeable limp towards his left.
[blackout]“What the…?”[/blackout]
The leg reminded him of why he was here, he’d figured the pair had just tapped him into some of the blood bags from the fridge in the back room, but remembered he hadn’t been awake to tell them of this. He immediately looked at his wrapped hand.
The first thing he noticed was that it wasn’t wrapped at all… the second nearly blew his mind.
[blackout]“What happened?!?”[/blackout] Grabbing Archangel’s arm he looked, with eyes bright from surprise and a desperation to quench his curiosity.
[blackout]“This isn’t a robot hand, right? It feels too real. Tell me what exactly happened since you brought me back here. Don’t miss a single detail.”[/blackout]

Well lookie here. Looks like he's finally decided to be greatful for my work here. One second he was ranting on and on, pretty much saying flatly to my face that he thinks that myself and the rest of the heroes who have risen out of the debris of this invasion aren't cut out for this stuff, and the next he cannot help but marvel at one of my many gifts. But the dude's been through a lot, and I'm not one to be bitter towards people who are just simply misinformed. The guy doesn't know me, or any of the other heroes for starters, so no need to get all worked up about bad first impressions.

Deep down he has the heart to do good, and that's all I need.

"Faith is what happened. God answered my prayers as I tried to heal you. May sound strange to those who do not believe...but just trust me on it. If He did not want me to heal you, I wouldn't have been able to. So if you think you've led a troubled and difficult life, don't think He isn't smiling down upon you and watching over you."

His clench on my arm loosens, and he is silent for a moment. Don't know if maybe I came through to him or what. Here's crossing my fingers hoping that maybe I've humbled him a bit.

 

[Hound55]

[BLACKOUT]"I... "[/BLACKOUT]

Fontaine paused for a second to consider his next comment.

[BLACKOUT]"In the past 48 hours, I've just seen evidence that a man I thought was a myth is the real deal. I've seen a flood of alien invaders destroy an airport and a lot more on TV and come face to face with one a few hours later after pulling the damn thing out of the sky. I've seen an Ancient samurai fighting the good fight in an urban environment and this guy here run a kilometer in the time it takes me to blink."[/BLACKOUT] pointing to Youngster. [BLACKOUT]"I've had religion pumped into me since day dot and whilst you might say I've lost my faith, or I'd say I gained reason, I have to admit... stranger things have happened. Hell, stranger things have happened today."[/BLACKOUT]

An uncomfortable pause filled the atmosphere.

[BLACKOUT]
"You know the second you leave here I'm going right back out there whether you say I can or not though, right?"
[/BLACKOUT]

 

[trustyside-kick]

[blackout]"I... "[/blackout]

Fontaine paused for a second to consider his next comment.

[blackout]"In the past 48 hours, I've just seen evidence that a man I thought was a myth is the real deal. I've seen a flood of alien invaders destroy an airport and a lot more on TV and come face to face with one a few hours later after pulling the damn thing out of the sky. I've seen an Ancient samurai fighting the good fight in an urban environment and this guy here run a kilometer in the time it takes me to blink."[/blackout] pointing to Youngster. [blackout]"I've had religion pumped into me since day dot and whilst you might say I've lost my faith, or I'd say I gained reason, I have to admit... stranger things have happened. Hell, stranger things have happened today."[/blackout]

An uncomfortable pause filled the atmosphere.

[blackout]
"You know the second you leave here I'm going right back out there whether you say I can or not though, right?"
[/blackout]

"That's something I'm fully aware of. Nothing I can say will 'suade you to do different...unless I wanted to personally force you to stay put, heh. Don't worry, I won't. But if you're seriously considering to get back into what's waiting for all of us just outside your door I suggest you lie back down and let me finish."

He looks at me, confused. Perhaps it's the apparent fact that he was so used to carrying those wounds and scars all this time that he feels there is no more work for me to be done; still shocked from it all.

"I...couldn't help but notice a few other scars and bruises."

I don't budge a bit, merely waiting for his response. I'm not going to impose my services on him. For all I know some of those scars hold value: like some sort of reminder. Not sure. Hard to tell. But may as well play it safe.

 

[Hound55]

"That's something I'm fully aware of. Nothing I can say will 'suade you to do different...unless I wanted to personally force you to stay put, heh. Don't worry, I won't. But if you're seriously considering to get back into what's waiting for all of us just outside your door I suggest you lie back down and let me finish."

He looks at me, confused. Perhaps it's the apparent fact that he was so used to carrying those wounds and scars all this time that he feels there is no more work for me to be done; still shocked from it all.

"I...couldn't help but notice a few other scars and bruises."

I don't budge a bit, merely waiting for his response. I'm not going to impose my services on him. For all I know some of those scars hold value: like some sort of reminder. Not sure. Hard to tell. But may as well play it safe.

[blackout]ISAAC FONTAINE - MAN OF NO PAIN[/blackout]​

[blackout]"Heh, well how could you miss them... you'd be lucky to find a square inch without them."[/blackout]​

[blackout]

"Well, bare minimum I guess we could even up the legs, otherwise I'll have to walk down the street with one foot in the gutter...*chuckles*"
"That and probably just my torso in general..."​

[/blackout]

Fontaine removed his top and the sight of his purple-blotch covered body, with the odd rib... slightly out of alignment, in full light almost made the pair physically sick. The pious protector was stunned by the damage Fontaine had put himself through over the years... and he was clearly dealing with it better than the other one, who seemed a bit inexperienced in seeing this kind of marring, the kind which borders on mutilation.​

[blackout]"Sorry about earlier, it's been a trying... well... couple of years. Not that that's any kind of excuse, I'm not the most sociable person at the best of times. Heh, I'm pretty much socially ******ed..."[/blackout]​

He paused a minute and with the silence felt he had to validate himself a little.​

[blackout]"I'm right though... you guys need to be more. You need to learn from your mistakes and you need to be more. As of yesterday you need to be more. Last week even. I mean, I don't mean to insult, you've all got incredible... talents. But from what I saw yesterday, you were barely the sum of your parts and you need to realise, you were LUCKY to have only lost that Blacklight kid. Yes, every death is a tragedy, but somehow despite an overwhelming lack of knowledge of the situation you guys were in, with the world crumbling around you, only one fell."[/blackout]​

[blackout]"You guys need to learn from these things... learn and adjust. Its the only way to survive what you're doing. I can see by how you're looking at me, you think I'm obsessed, you think that has put a ticking clock over my head that's fast approaching the zero hour. But the truth is, we all have that clock. Whether you do what we do or not. Whether we do this part time or full time. But preparation is what puts a few extra hours on that clock."[/blackout]​

[blackout]"...and I know this probably isn't a lecture you want to hear.... but in all honesty its one you probably need."[/blackout]​

48 Pinkerton Drive, West Beach was fast becoming the home of the uncomfortable pause, until once again Fontaine broke the silence with a lighter comment.​

[blackout]"... other than that. My mum sure would've got a kick out of you..."[/blackout] re-addressing his religious upbringing, omitting the fact that he was raised by his father as a single-parent as to her devout wishes and beliefs.​

 

[NiteMare Shape]

​

After leaving Pinkerton Drive, it only takes moments for Icon to get across the city to his own apartment. It has been awhile since he has heard from his family, and ever since the death of Blacklight he has had an unshakable urge to make sure that they are alright.

He knows that he can reach the family home in minutes, but with the battle going on across Lost Haven, he knows that he can't leave...not now. So a simple phone call will have to do for now. Luckily, the part of the city that his apartment is in has taken relatively little damage, and most of the utilities are still functioning.

He touches down on the roof of "The Hub," quickly looks around to make sure that no one is watching, more out of habit than necessity as the city is mostly deserted by now, and descends down the roof hatch toward his apartment.

Once inside, he heads over to his telephone and notices that he has several missed calls. He picks up the phone and is about to dial the number for his parents' house, when the phone rings in his hand, startling him. He chuckles to himself as he looks to the call ID and sees that it is his mother's number.

"Mom? I was just about to call to see---" His mother stops him in mid sentence.

"Scott..Scott, I'm so sorry baby." His mother says, her voice shaking as she struggles to talk.

"What is it Mom? Is everyone okay?" He asks, with a sudden sense of panic.

"No baby." He suddenly feels a knot in the pit of his stomach. Whatever is going on can't be good...his mother only calls him "baby" when something has gone terribly wrong.

"Scott honey, it's Lisa." As she speaks, Scott feels his knees getting weaker to the point where he has to support himself against the wall just to keep from falling over.

 

[trustyside-kick]

He paused a minute and with the silence felt he had to validate himself a little.​

[blackout]"I'm right though... you guys need to be more. You need to learn from your mistakes and you need to be more. As of yesterday you need to be more. Last week even. I mean, I don't mean to insult, you've all got incredible... talents. But from what I saw yesterday, you were barely the sum of your parts and you need to realise, you were LUCKY to have only lost that Blacklight kid. Yes, every death is a tragedy, but somehow despite an overwhelming lack of knowledge of the situation you guys were in, with the world crumbling around you, only one fell."[/blackout]​

[blackout]"You guys need to learn from these things... learn and adjust. Its the only way to survive what you're doing. I can see by how you're looking at me, you think I'm obsessed, you think that has put a ticking clock over my head that's fast approaching the zero hour. But the truth is, we all have that clock. Whether you do what we do or not. Whether we do this part time or full time. But preparation is what puts a few extra hours on that clock."[/blackout]​

His speech merely reminds me of stuff that Bath Kol lectured me about. How I wasn't fully using my time wisely. How I wasn't really taking all of this seriously, and when it came to my first encounter with what could be called a supervillain, I paid the ultimate price.

I did my best but my best wasn't good enough. And my best wasn't good enough because I didn't train as hard as I should've. I thought I had everything all set. In Boston there were no supervillains or any crazies with powers so I was just dealing with small-time crooks.

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[blackout]"...and I know this probably isn't a lecture you want to hear.... but in all honesty its one you probably need."[/blackout]​

48 Pinkerton Drive, West Beach was fast becoming the home of the uncomfortable pause, until once again Fontaine broke the silence with a lighter comment.​

[blackout]"... other than that. My mum sure would've got a kick out of you..."[/blackout] re-addressing his religious upbringing, omitting the fact that he was raised by his father as a single-parent as to her devout wishes and beliefs.​

But past is past. And for all my power I cannot change that. All that's left to do is salvage what could be left between Grace, her family, and myself...and just pray to God we make it through this invasion. Once all of this is over with, and the aliens finally retreat I know exactly where I'm needed. Question is: will they accept my company?

Here's hoping that my helping to save the world regains me a few brownie points...

"Well, that'd be at least one person. Haven't exactly created the greatest fan-base since, well, I became public. But, enough about that. How about we get on with it? Don't think of me as a human band-aid, now. My powers only will heal when I'm 'allowed' to if that makes sense. The Big Guy has to give me the subtle approval first. So when we do back out there don't think you can let loose without consequences."

He nods, and start to rub my hands together as I take a deep breath. I start with a silent prayer as I close my eyes, and my hands start to glow a shining white glow as I move them over to his ribs.

 

[Hound55]

His speech merely reminds me of stuff that Bath Kol lectured me about. How I wasn't fully using my time wisely. How I wasn't really taking all of this seriously, and when it came to my first encounter with what could be called a supervillain, I paid the ultimate price.​

I did my best but my best wasn't good enough. And my best wasn't good enough because I didn't train as hard as I should've. I thought I had everything all set. In Boston there were no supervillains or any crazies with powers so I was just dealing with small-time crooks.​

But past is past. And for all my power I cannot change that. All that's left to do is salvage what could be left between Grace, her family, and myself...and just pray to God we make it through this invasion. Once all of this is over with, and the aliens finally retreat I know exactly where I'm needed. Question is: will they accept my company?

Here's hoping that my helping to save the world regains me a few brownie points...

"Well, that'd be at least one person. Haven't exactly created the greatest fan-base since, well, I became public. But, enough about that. How about we get on with it? Don't think of me as a human band-aid, now. My powers only will heal when I'm 'allowed' to if that makes sense. The Big Guy has to give me the subtle approval first. So when we do back out there don't think you can let loose without consequences."

He nods, and start to rub my hands together as I take a deep breath. I start with a silent prayer as I close my eyes, and my hands start to glow a shining white glow as I move them over to his ribs.

[BLACKOUT]ISAAC FONTAINE - MAN OF NO PAIN[/BLACKOUT]​

A smirk came from the acrylic balaklava as he fought back making a Mr Miyagi reference as the Angel got to work. "Probably best not to take the piss out of the guy who's going above and beyond in terms of helping out. Hey... how about that Ice, you're slowly learning not to be an ******** your entire life." he thought to himself.

A glowing aura is projected of and around this man's hands, as he passed his hands over the blueish, purple and occasionally black parts of Fontaine's badly dinged up chest. Isaac's chin is pressed firmly into his collarbone as he tries to sneak a peak at the heavenly healer at work. The results are fast. Very fast. Dare he say, miraculously fast.

[BLACKOUT]"That probably has something to do with this country's obsession with the rapture."[/BLACKOUT] Fontaine finally replies after being somewhat mystified at the display taking place before him. [BLACKOUT]"They see you coming and probably start looking for your horse and the other three of you..."[/BLACKOUT] Fontaine follows this up with a bright smart alecky grin to keep the mood light. It feels awkward, like he hasn't let himself really smile in a long time, so much so that he starts to think about when the last time he really let himself smile.

[BLACKOUT]"That's the bureaucracy of the church... they'll let humanity decide whether unbaptised babies are doomed to limbo, but an angel has to wait three weeks for paperwork to clear before getting permission to heal a torso..."[/BLACKOUT]

Another uncomfortable silence... smooooooth. "See, this is why less talking for you is really more. Lets keep the religious wisecracks to internal monologue when you're around the angel... MAYBE he takes these things a little seriously." Fontaine thought to himself.

[BLACKOUT]"Sorry, didn't mean any offense there... Again. Socially ******ed. Still, you'd have met the big guy... he'd have to have some kind of sense of humour... how else would you explain the platypus..?"[/BLACKOUT] Fontaine raised the tone of his voice to near question status in an approval-seeking fashion, hoping to find mutual understanding that he didn't mean it as any kind of criticism outside of a joke. Funny thing was, five minutes of conversation with this guy, whose name he didn't even know, pretty much put the angel up to about 5th in terms of his friends... and most of the other 4 were paid to put up with him... Isaac was hardly a social animal.

Remembering how dire the situation would be in the outside world he thought it best to get back to "shop-talk".

[BLACKOUT]"Since your friends are probably back in the vague area of where you found me, do you think you could drop me off back that way again? I know you're not exactly running a public transport service here, but it should be on your way... and I might have some things back there which could help in the good fight."[/BLACKOUT]

A slight pause whilst the pious protector struggles to keep concentrating whilst finishing up Fontaine's left leg.

[BLACKOUT]"So we're done here, right?"[/BLACKOUT]

 

[trustyside-kick]

[blackout]"Since your friends are probably back in the vague area of where you found me, do you think you could drop me off back that way again? I know you're not exactly running a public transport service here, but it should be on your way... and I might have some things back there which could help in the good fight."[/blackout]

A slight pause whilst the pious protector struggles to keep concentrating whilst finishing up Fontaine's left leg.

[blackout]"So we're done here, right?"[/blackout]

"Yea, we're just about done here I'd say. Oh, and for the record...I'm not an angel. Never met the Big Guy before, nor have I heard his voice even directly. It's a long story so let me just give you the cliff notes. I'm blessed by angels, and through their blessings is how I get my powers. Fair enough?"

Man, I've really gotta like carry around flyers I swear. Oh oh oh! I can even like paint a massive picture of myself, like...manipulating the elements or something. Add on a flashy title saying 'The Archangel' and everything. Man. OH! Maybe even, like design the flyer like a comicbook cover. That'd be SOOO sick and--

Heh...another time, man. Gotta get it together. But a superhero flyer better explaining my gifts so I don't gotta explain my little situation over and over and over again would be pretty sweet. I look to The Youngster beside us who has been quiet the entire time. Not sure if it's the amazing shock of my healing abilities--I'm sure it's pretty trippy the first time you see it--or it's the uncomfortable vibe that this black clad dude gives off.

Me? Eh, he's starting to grow on me. Not sure just how long I can tolerate him, but I'd say I'd win a bet with any of the others.

"Let's just hope that the others left us some playmates to play Connect Four or Parcheesi with. I've got such sick skills in that game, it'd be a shame to not show them off. Shall we?"

We walk out of the door, and to make matters easier, I simply manipulate the ground on the side walk, pulling a flat chunk of it right out of the Earth. I levitate it to us and I hop on. I extend my hand to the dude I just patched up, and by the time I pull him up onto the floating rock The Youngster kid has already sped up on top.

"If the City of Lost Haven wants me to put that side-walk back together. No worries. I will totally cover it."

With a sudden jerk, we blast off into the sky, heading towards where the battle rages on.

 

[NiteMare Shape]

After leaving Pinkerton Drive, it only takes moments for Icon to get across the city to his own apartment. It has been awhile since he has heard from his family, and ever since the death of Blacklight he has had an unshakable urge to make sure that they are alright.

He knows that he can reach the family home in minutes, but with the battle going on across Lost Haven, he knows that he can't leave...not now. So a simple phone call will have to do for now. Luckily, the part of the city that his apartment is in has taken relatively little damage, and most of the utilities are still functioning.

He touches down on the roof of "The Hub," quickly looks around to make sure that no one is watching, more out of habit than necessity as the city is mostly deserted by now, and descends down the roof hatch toward his apartment.

Once inside, he heads over to his telephone and notices that he has several missed calls. He picks up the phone and is about to dial the number for his parents' house, when the phone rings in his hand, startling him. He chuckles to himself as he looks to the call ID and sees that it is his mother's number.

"Mom? I was just about to call to see---" His mother stops him in mid sentence.

"Scott..Scott, I'm so sorry baby." His mother says, her voice shaking as she struggles to talk.

"What is it Mom? Is everyone okay?" He asks, with a sudden sense of panic.

"No baby." He suddenly feels a knot in the pit of his stomach. Whatever is going on can't be good...his mother only calls him "baby" when something has gone terribly wrong.

"Scott honey, it's Lisa." As she speaks, Scott feels his knees getting weaker to the point where he has to support himself against the wall just to keep from falling over.

For a moment, his entire world crumbles.

His mother goes on to explain just what had happened. How Lisa had tried to sneak away in the night to go back to Lost Haven. How she had heard Lisa get in the car and drive off, and how she and her husband had followed her, hoping to convince her to come back to the house.

As his mother began recalling how she and her husband had come upon Lisa's car in the lake, and the crashed alien hover car on the other side of the road, Scott loses the ability to stand, slumping onto the couch, almost unable to process what he is hearing.

As his mother goes into details on how she and her husband pulled her from the wreckage, too late to help, he begins to go numb.

"I got to go Mom." He says absently into the phone.

"Scott, wait--" He hangs up the phone.

All he wants to do is to rush back to his parents' house to be with Lisa...to grieve. Every fiber in his being wants to give up, but he knows that he can't. Lisa wouldn't have wanted him to give in, she would have wanted him to carry on...to save the world.

He gets to his feet and slowly walks over to the window. He takes a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts. He opens the window and throws himself out of it, flying away from his apartment in the direction of the battle that has just begun to rage anew.

 

[NiteMare Shape]

The flames subside, almost like an out-going tide, leaving nothing but scorched earth and charred skeletons behind. Wisps of smoke still trail off the blackened bones and the piles of ash scattered throughout the area as the Dreadnaughts step off of the platform and casually walk into the ruination.

With a high-pitched whistle, a white arrow soars in, slamming itself into Singe's shoulder and knocking the woman onto her back.
All eyes look down to her, as Singe, her own eyes wide with shock, looks to the large white arrow sticking out of her shoulder and her life force seeping out from the wound.

"H-how is this...possible", she questions aloud as she tries to remove the arrow.

Magus reaches down to help his comrade up, but another arrow flies in, striking him in his outreached hand. He lets out a yelp as he quickly retracts his hand with the white arrow firmly lodged in it.

As the Dreadnought winces in pain, their collective gaze turns skyward to the lone warrior riding a shining white, flying horse above them.

Pegasus dissipates in a cloud of smoke as the Celestial Samurai falls towards the ground. Landing on his feet, Kensei slowly stands, drawing the mythical Kusanagi as he does so.

"You will pay for those you butchered today", the Swordsman states with a look of grim determination.

The Demon's Bane waded in towards the what seemed to be the leader of these villains, only to find the massive blue one moving to block his path.

As Titan steps between the strange warrior himself, Admiral Keelan takes several steps backtoward the shuttle.

"You did not think it would be that easy...did you human?" Keelan raises his wrist, revealing a small set of controls of some sort. He punches in some commands and suddenly a large energy field encircles him.

"Dreadnaughts...Destroy this one." He says, pointing to the Celestial Samauri.

 

[Hound55]

"Yea, we're just about done here I'd say. Oh, and for the record...I'm not an angel. Never met the Big Guy before, nor have I heard his voice even directly. It's a long story so let me just give you the cliff notes. I'm blessed by angels, and through their blessings is how I get my powers. Fair enough?"

Man, I've really gotta like carry around flyers I swear. Oh oh oh! I can even like paint a massive picture of myself, like...manipulating the elements or something. Add on a flashy title saying 'The Archangel' and everything. Man. OH! Maybe even, like design the flyer like a comicbook cover. That'd be SOOO sick and--

Heh...another time, man. Gotta get it together. But a superhero flyer better explaining my gifts so I don't gotta explain my little situation over and over and over again would be pretty sweet. I look to The Youngster beside us who has been quiet the entire time. Not sure if it's the amazing shock of my healing abilities--I'm sure it's pretty trippy the first time you see it--or it's the uncomfortable vibe that this black clad dude gives off.

Me? Eh, he's starting to grow on me. Not sure just how long I can tolerate him, but I'd say I'd win a bet with any of the others.

"Let's just hope that the others left us some playmates to play Connect Four or Parcheesi with. I've got such sick skills in that game, it'd be a shame to not show them off. Shall we?"

We walk out of the door, and to make matters easier, I simply manipulate the ground on the side walk, pulling a flat chunk of it right out of the Earth. I levitate it to us and I hop on. I extend my hand to the dude I just patched up, and by the time I pull him up onto the floating rock The Youngster kid has already sped up on top.

"If the City of Lost Haven wants me to put that side-walk back together. No worries. I will totally cover it."

With a sudden jerk, we blast off into the sky, heading towards where the battle rages on.

[blackout]"I've probably nit-picked enough for one day, but next time if we're going to tear up large chunks of council property I reckon it might be nice if we were to do it from somewhere other than right out the front of the house I'm staying at... Helps conceal the whole secret identity thing a little better. That said, beats the hell out of walking... and this street looks like a ghost town anyway. With a little luck maybe everyone cleared out when the invasion came to town..."[/blackout]

Looking down from above at his neighbours houses he pointed.

[blackout]"Yeah, look at that, quite a few oil patches on driveways, wouldn't you say? Signs that some folk who generally leave their cars parked on those driveways are elsewhere... or anarchy has reined supreme and people are looting and stealing cars left, right and centre..."[/blackout]

With that the other two looked down and then gave him an odd look whilst maintaining an awkward silence.

[blackout]"But I doubt that... suburban neighbourhood, and if it really went to chaos we'd see broken windows on peoples houses... driveways... stuff like that. I think its a fair bet people have just looked to get out. I don't know whether to be relieved by that... at this point the home is probably their safest option and this thing is happening on a global scale..."[/blackout]

Fielding the question of "How do you know that... a global scale?" the dark figure responded [blackout]"I just know that..."[/blackout]

Picking up speed now that the levitating chunk of earth had levelled out at a decent altitude the trio sped back towards the bloody street corner Fontaine and Youngster had coincidentally arrived at before.

[blackout]"Just over there!"[/blackout] pointed Fontaine as the Archangel manoeuvred them towards their first stop with ease.

Jumping off the mass before the earth came back down to Earth, Fontaine ran over towards the brown Oldsmobile with taut cable protruding from the passenger side door.

[blackout]"I DON'T BELIEVE IT!!!"[/blackout]

[blackout]"YES! How is this still here?!? Oh..."[/blackout]

The realisation of why his grapple gun hadn't been confiscated and was still where he left it had just hit home... hell was breaking loose around them. When the police aren't concerned enough with an alien craft being pulled out of the sky on a main road to send a patrol which would surely take it as evidence. Well... its not a good sign.

Opening the door and taking the gun, smiling as he saw the GRN still sitting on the floor, and walking back towards the fallen ship and spooling the rope back onto the gun's nub he called back to the others...

[blackout]"So where are you guys headed off to? If you give me a minute to get this out and give that tin can a look over I might head off with you guys if that's alright. Not to put too harsh a point on it but you guys look like you could probably use all the help you can get... Someone's gotta keep you boys alive..."[/blackout] he said with cheek.

"A minute?"

[blackout]"Yeah... It's not like I'm Batman or anything... heh. Anything I can't figure out in a minute I'm probably not going to be able to figure out in an hour. I mean... look at this dodgy looking thing."[/blackout] He replied holding up the homemade grapple gun in stride.

[blackout]"I'll tell you what I do think... I think this is a fighter pod, a lighter more manoeuvrable craft designed for quick stings on more agile targets, and from what my global intel tells me they have ships between that size [/blackout](pointing to the mothership) [blackout]and this size[/blackout] (back to the fighter pod). [blackout]Now I'd assume these other craft are "bomber" types with some powerful weaponry onboard themselves, that's the worst case scenario, otherwise they could just be smaller transport vessels. To me I don't think we're in any position but to plan for the worst. So we assume these other vessels, which we haven't seen yet are capable of some serious destruction... Why aren't they here now? Think about that... There's only two reasons I can think of which fall into line with what we know by that; first, maybe they're too big to fit into these big motherships and have to be manoeuvred into place which takes some time... second, perhaps there's a reason they'd rather go with flooding us with these fighters and using smaller individual options here. Perhaps there's something valuable to them or someone high up over here, or perhaps they just want to keep us working... make it more difficult for you to stop the damage than if you all focus on fewer larger craft with heavy firepower. This silver liquid... don't worry about that, that's inside the "cockpit" itself... that's gotta be their blood, not that I'm likely telling you anything we haven't already realised... but there's another substance in here too... this green stuff leaking from outside of there... gimme a second."[/blackout] Spilled Fontaine as he ran through things in his mind, aloud.

With that Fontaine went over the the rubble and picked up a large rock and coated it in thin veneer of the substance. Going back to his car he popped in the cigarette lighter, half a minute later it popped from the console red hot. Returning to the rock he told the others to stand back and lobbed the lighter onto the rock. Nothing happened. Hmm... either this is hydraulic fluid or... Pulling a pair of $20s from the wad of cash in his pocket and a bolt from another, wrapping the notes around the bolt he then used the car's cigarette lighter to set the note alight as he walked back to his 'safe' position.

[blackout]"I know this is illegal, but if you'll please indulge me..."[/blackout] He said to the perplexed pair looking on as he lobbed the weighted flaming notes back at the rock.

BOOM!

The rock was gone and a small dent was left in the bitumen in its place.

OK... its not hydraulic fluid. That's good to know.

"What are you trying to learn from this? Why are you wasting our time?"

[blackout]"Time in reconnaissance is seldom wasted, my new friends. What we've just seen is what's fuelling these ships... they've found some form of fuel for their ships which doesn't combust at as low a temperature as ours... but it does combust. Rather dramatically too, when you get it hot enough. Which explains why despite leaking fuel all over the place the sparks didn't have it burst into flames. What this means is that if we can get their craft hot enough we can save ourselves a lot of time causing a lot of damage in a hurry... if we can get them hot enough. Which, considering we're a small super-powered (largely) unit is good to know... as I've been saying. Efficient planned use of resources..."[/blackout]

[blackout]"I'm done here... let's get back to those friends of yours... Something tells me they'll be pleased to hear from us."[/blackout] As the trio turned back to their air-bound ride of earth...

 

[NiteMare Shape]

As he soars toward the battle that is now just beginning to rage anew, Icon fights to keep focused on the task at hand...Stopping the Arlaaekans from bringing about the end of the world. However, he finds his thoughts racing back to Lisa...and what he has lost.

He torments himself with the thought that he is the one responsible for her death, that if he hadn't sent her away...

As the guilt he feels begins to creep into his consciousness, he is somewhat relieved to see a battallion of Arlaaekan soldiers making there way down 53rd Street, toward the old theater district.

Finally faced with an enemy that he can hit, Icon springs into action. He rips through the battalion of soldiers like violent storm, leaving utter devestation in his wake. When Icon comes to a stop, not a single soldier, battle suit, or vehicle is left standing.

"It's about time you finally cut loose, Blue." A familiar voice rings out from behind him.

Startled, Icon turns to face the voice. He is surprised to see not only Haze, but Synergy and Zen as well.

"Sorry we're late, we ran into alittle trouble in New York."

Icon is about to say something when he is interrupted by the sound of marching....and before they know it they are surrounded by hundreds of Arlaaekan soldiers, most on foot, some in various battle vehicles......and all heavily armed.

 

[Johnny Blaze]

As Titan steps between the strange warrior himself, Admiral Keelan takes several steps backtoward the shuttle.

"You did not think it would be that easy...did you human?" Keelan raises his wrist, revealing a small set of controls of some sort. He punches in some commands and suddenly a large energy field encircles him.

"Dreadnaughts...Destroy this one." He says, pointing to the Celestial Samauri.

Titan's massive fist came slamming into the ground where Kensei once stood. The nimble warrior rolled to the side and stepped up Titan's back, slicing him deep across the shoulder blades with the Kusanagi.

"RAAAH! Hold still, worm", the alien behemoth roared as he tried to grab the slippery samurai.

The Swordsman somersaulted off of the monster's back, swiping the Kusanagi behind him as he lands. The magical blade cuts across Titan's Achilles tendons, and the monster hollers in pain as he falls face first into the ground.

Suddenly, Kensei can no longer move as his arms and legs are spread out painfully and he slowly floats up into the air.

"You're not going anywhere", the angry Magnus states as he reaches out with his good hand and takes hold of the samurai's armor.

Kensei struggles against the alien super soldier, but his magnetic grip is impossible to break.

"Not so tough now, are you, little man", Magnus laughs.
"Dew...if you'd please?"

"Certainly", Dew smiled as she held out her finger at Kensei. The digit elongated into a watery spike, and the weapon shot forward, pushing through the helpless Kensei's armor and out the back of his chest.
Izanagi's Chosen gasped as his life blood flowed from the wound, and Magnus flicked his wrist, sending Kensei flying over the tree tops to their left.

Titan's wounds healed enough for him to rejoin the group, and the humbled brute looked down at a chuckling Magnus.

"Don't worry, the big, bad Earthling won't hurt you anymore."

Titan scowled at the arrogant Magnus and reaches towards him, forcefully yanking out the arrow that was still lodged in Magnus' hand.

"AHHHHHH!!!"

Magnus glared at the smirking Titan as he clenched his hand tightly at his side.

"If you two are quite finished", Singe interrupted.

The Dreadnaughts turned towards their commander for orders when Magnus' chest exploded outward. The stunned alien looked down to see half of the blade of the Kusanagi sticking out of his torso. He gasped as his blood splattered all over the earth and fell to his knees.

The blade yanked itself free from the dying alien as if pulled by some unknown force, causing a spray of blood and flesh to surge out upon it's release.
The Kusanagi flew backwards and into the waiting hand of it's master, the Celestial Samurai.
Kensei, his front stained red with his blood, shifted his feet and entered a fighting stance, his stern visage never wavering from his prey.

 

[Mr. Majestic]

​

While heading to regroup with the others my mind couldn’t help but reflect on everything that has took place. The lives we all lost the disasters that occurred and my failures. If only in the beginning when I first discovered my abilities if I had tried harder to understanding how to use them and increased my own intelligence maybe I would have been skilled enough to stop that machine and a fellow superhero wouldn’t have died. There is so many “ifs” I wish I would have done but no matter how hard I wish it doesn’t change the fact that she is gone. It seems like I’m always thinking of this not focusing on matter at hand. I have to get it together now isn’t the time to be centering my thoughts on this. I will have all the time to grief once this is all finish and I’ll make sure that no matter what we will over come this. I know this because I won’t stop until my very last breath. Everyone will remember this day… wait… it seems that my hearing is picking some up. I quickly focus on what my ears were picking up.

"You're not going anywhere", the angry Magnus states as he reaches out with his good hand and takes hold of the samurai's armor.

Kensei struggles against the alien super soldier, but his magnetic grip is impossible to break.

"Not so tough now, are you, little man", Magnus laughs.
"Dew...if you'd please?"

"Certainly", Dew smiled as she held out her finger at Kensei. The digit elongated into a watery spike, and the weapon shot forward, pushing through the helpless Kensei's armor and out the back of his chest.
Izanagi's Chosen gasped as his life blood flowed from the wound, and Magnus flicked his wrist, sending Kensei flying over the tree tops to their left.

Titan's wounds healed enough for him to rejoin the group, and the humbled brute looked down at a chuckling Magnus.

"Don't worry, the big, bad Earthling won't hurt you anymore."

Titan scowled at the arrogant Magnus and reaches towards him, forcefully yanking out the arrow that was still lodged in Magnus' hand.

"AHHHHHH!!!"

Magnus glared at the smirking Titan as he clenched his hand tightly at his side.

"If you two are quite finished", Singe interrupted.

With everything that is going on in the vicinity my other ability to see with sound bouncing off objects and people I get a outline of the area and see a man with a sword surrounded by a group of others, It has to be Kensei. He is the only one of us i seen with a sword. I got to get to him and give him some help. I don’t feel like wasting time telling the other two so I just jump down from the floating rock and land on the ground. This way will be a lot faster for me to travel. I then sped off running as fast as I can to aid Kensei.

It didn’t take me long to catch up to were the action is. While running up beside Kensei I see him ready to engage the invaders standing in a fighting stance.

“I saw that you could use a little help, figured I’d come and join you. It beats hearing the new guy talking.” I say coming out of super speed stopping right beside Kensei.

 

[Johnny Blaze]

The slightest of smirks found it's way to Kensei's lips as the Youngster arrived on the scene.

"It's good to see some of the cavalry arrive", the Swordsman spoke.
"Hopefully the others will make it before it is too late."

The heroes' focus turned once more to the alien enemies as the Titan roared and came at them.

"Can you handle this one", Kensei shouted as he rolled out of the way of Titan's smashing fist and parried a trio of watery darts aimed his way.

 

[Mr. Majestic]

Right as the darts connected I fallow up by running straight at the colossal alien grabbing him by the torso taking him a good distance away so his only focus would be on me. Right before coming to a stop I threw him through a couple of building just a head. He had weighed more than I though so I really wasn’t able to lift him off his feet but the strength of the throw did send him sliding across the ground through the building side walls before he came to a stop. Now that he is no longer moving I have to keep up the attack.

“I hope that's not all you got human.” He shouts before I can even think about making a move.

I’m just getting warmed up. I then take off in super speed with both of my arms trailing behind me. At the last moment I came to a complete stop right in front of the last building the big behemoth had went through. With the momentum of coming to a stop both my hands came flying in front of me slamming together instantly causing a massive shock wave. It had so much destructive force that it leveled the building in front of me sending big chunks of the building straight at my opponent knocking him back as the rest started to build up on top of him.

“Bigger they are the hard they fal…”

Before I could finish famous the old expression the rubble started moving meaning that this fight isn’t close to over. For just a brief moment the pile of wreckage had stop moving. I seen a lot of comics in my day to know he is going to bust out with all of the…

“AAAHHHHH” Screams came from under the rubble fallowed by an explosion as the alien bust out.

“Like I didn’t see that coming.” I say under my breath.

As he gets to his feet he pats both of his ears and then sticks his fingers in there as if he is digging for ear wax.

“That was a nice little attempt, it made my ears tickle. If that is your best shot you should call it quits.”

“Well I guess round 2 starts now.”

 

[Thirdworld]

“Dexter? Dexter??”

The noise drowning out the melody of mathematical equations running through his head like a stream of musical notes. His eyes remained closed for a moment before opening them and returning to reality. His hands were buried in his face he could make out images around him but he was confused. A feeling of anxiety with a touch of déjà vu came over him as he slowly lowered his hands and smiled nervously.

"You are the worst you know that Dex?" The beautiful brunette smiled flirtatious as she reached into her bag to grab a lighter. Putting a cigarette to her mouth she lite it and took a drag. He sat watching intensely putting the pieces together in his mind to what was actually going on. She smiled, putting her hand on top of his.

"I'm sorry I was miles away what did you say again?" He said playfully.

He could tell she was slightly annoyed as she replied. "How did you get the cut?" Judging by the situation he hadn't slept with her yet and knowing that he not only could but he would, Dexter knew it was probably their first get together. "It looks pretty deep, it may need stitches, did you get it checked out?" Her voice was concerned and at the same time had a hint of arousal. His mind began formulating possible scenarios until he noticed in his peripheral vision other people looking at him. The restaurant itself was very high class and Dexter quickly got his bearings straight. She dug her nail into his hand slightly pinching Dexter bringing his attention back on her. He grabbed her hand. "Let's go get some coffee I need a little caffeine." Getting up he turned pulling her with him as he moved, she following without hesitation. Her act got him riled up and he knew better than to argue with his libido. Dexter ran his other hand over his chin, the wound was fresh, about two days old or so.

"Your car." His driver yelled out, Dexter knowing who he was talking to without looking. Pulling the lady to the door he let her in while putting his hand in his pocket. James smiled. "You were stressed earlier sir. A nice QUITE evening at home will do you good." Dexter knew what he meant and let out a laugh.

"All is well Mr. Rothguard."

"All is well Jimmy." Dexter replied putting his hand on James shoulder for a moment. Going into the car he felt relaxed once again as the brunette inched to his side and the door closed behind him. With deductions behind him he tranquilized his mind with the simple phrase "everything happens for a reason." The statement was not a metaphysical or philosophical theorem but rather a recognition of his own limitations.

He could sort things out in the morning, besides his head was focused on more immediate matters.

 

[Johnny Blaze]

The Celestial Samurai leaped, rolled, and twisted about the battlefield as he dodged the multitude of fireballs and watery darts fired his way.
Kensei ducked in time as the fireball shot by Synge blazed past his head, causing his face to turn sunburn from the heat.

Izanagi's Chosen waited until another group of water-darts were flung his way, and he summoned the power of the wind to his side. Reaching out with the Kusanagi, the Swordsman's summoned jet stream caught the darts and sent them rocketing into Synge. The watery missiles slammed into the pyrokinetic's body, stabbing into her skin with a sizzle and knocking the injured Dreadnought onto her back.

Kensei moved in, avoiding a swipe from Dew as he got in close and slammed the pommel of his blade into the alien villain's nose.
But the strike splashed right through Dew as though Kensei was attacking a pond.

Dew caught the off balance samurai with a sharp elbow to the back of his head that sent him tumbling forward. The Demon's Bane fell onto his face, but rolled with the fall, and, using his momentum, flipped back up into a crouch with the Kusanagi held outward to defend his opponents.

Smiling, both Dew and Synge slowly stalked in towards the samurai...

 

[trustyside-kick]

The kid in the white and yellow hoodie leaps off of the floating piece of sidewalk I used to carry us back to the playing field and the kid is so fast I don't even see where he goes exactly. Which obviously leaves me with this mysterious vigilante and, well...I feel weird leaving him behind like this, but...

"Alright. I know that no matter what I do or what I say, you're going to do whatever you feel is necessary. Just...don't do anything crazy or stupid."

I take to the skies, picking up speed and try to hone in on the action here. Alright, take an aerial scout of the place looks like the alien forces have brought out their top dogs, and--uh oh.

Dew caught the off balance samurai with a sharp elbow to the back of his head that sent him tumbling forward. The Demon's Bane fell onto his face, but rolled with the fall, and, using his momentum, flipped back up into a crouch with the Kusanagi held outward to defend his opponents.

Smiling, both Dew and Synge slowly stalked in towards the samurai...

Dang. They just had to be females. Well, cannot let that mental block stop me. That samurai dude doesn't look too hot. Time to cool things down. Flying towards the scene, I muster up all the wind I can and create a whirlwind around the two dames. I pick up the speed so much and then I begin to manipulate the water both in the air and the surrounding areas. Haven't really tried manipulating more than one element at a time, but this is surely to work.

And it does. I swoop down to the samurai, walking past the little chicks trapped in my now frozen whirlwind with a great big smirk on my face. I extend my hand to the swordsman so he get up and simply cannot help myself as my mouth opens.

"Are you telling me that you couldn't handle a couple of gir--OFF!!"

That's when several...nay...ALL of the ice shards just about shoot out and strike at me. And what are ice shards? Pieces of broken ice. Yea. That's right. Those two girls that I so easily underestimated? Yea, well apparently one of them can manipulate water and I can thank her slippery butt for the pain throbbing in my hamstring.

"GAAH!!"

Pulling the sharp piece of ice out of my hamstring, I stumble on my feet for a few seconds. After taking a few deep breathes I regain my baring and the other chick comes up with a sadistic smile upon her face. Rising her hand up in the air, instantly it is engulfed in fire and she winks at me.

"Something wrong, honey? Why don't you let Singe here give you her womanly touch."

"Yea. Nothing more warming than Singe's womanly touch, darling."

"Right you are, Dew. Come to mama."

"Yup. It makes sense. The crazy one is the fire manipulator."

Knowing what's coming next, I take the injured samurai into my arms and hightail it to the sky and away from the firey spiral of DEATH that the crazy chick just launched at us. I set him down, next to some rubble, and I can hear the two girls traveling not too far behind.

"I'll hold off these two while you get yourself ready for Round 2."

I take off to the skies, and Dew rises up to chase my on some sort of tidal wave she created out of seemingly NO WHERE with Singe not too far away projecting herself with bursts of fire from beneath her like a rocket.