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"Ready?" Link asked in a tone that would be considered soft if it didn't carry so clearly. He straightened from the doorway to offer Maggie a hand up once he was certain her private phone calls were finished. "Sorry about movie night. Alora has conceeded that whether or not the precaution is necessary, Lance will be less stressed to find you ensconced upstairs."

"The main family wing is one of the most heavily fortified, overall," he explained as he lead her back to the stairs and to the second floor where they turned right, "at Mrs. Emery's insistance, of course. Alora offered her own room, but it was decided that a guest room might be less awkward for you."

Not far along the hall, Link let them into a massive bedroom. He was in a position to know that there wasn't a single room in the house that was less than massive. The furnishings looked by and large ancient, but there was a flat screened TV he pointed out before locking the door. He drug a claw-footed chair closer to the door where he intended to keep watch. "You should get decent phone reception in here should anyone call, so... try to relax. There's no telling how long we'll be here."

*

Alora turned to Keith with a troubled look. When Keith's brow furrowed with concern, she shook her head. "I don't know. Something's not right."

"But --" Keith's gaze followed Billy as he left after politely nodded goodbyes. Was it Keith's imagination, or did the demon seem to have been in more of a hurry directly after Alora'd spoken? He couldn't tune into the man with so many familiar voices so close by. Not while distracted. "-- you don't have any idea what?"

"...No," Alora confirmed at length, obviously wracking her brain. The pair was already nearing the library doors by the time she completed the thought. "That alone worries me."

Keith let his hand drift over Alora's shoulder, rubbing comforting circles on her back as he gently urged her into the book-lined room. "There's nothing we can do about the unknown. We should follow through with the original plan. Something here should help."

She nodded, face reflecting renewed resolve, then started the lengthy task of information gathering.

The words were meant to be comforting, but as Keith's consciousness drifted, weaving into the telepathic fog familiarly... he couldn't help but feel Alora's concern as his own. Or maybe it was his own.

*

Danny watched the thhree occupants leave the sitting room... he wasn't actually in the mood for movies. He doubted Bridgette or Amanda were, either. There was no telling how Lee or their guests felt about the matter. They, at least, looked to be trying.

"We aren't really watching this, are we?" Lee asked, not long after, looking up from the tv that wasn't holding her attention and answering that particular question.

"Not really," Amanda acknowledged, "leave it on anyway."


*

Sheeba made her way down the western wing, to the left, on the third floor... it was an area she couldn't recall visiting more than once as only Susie had a permanent room up this way.

None of them made a habit of visiting Susie.

The doors were all indistinguishable and fitted well enough that there were no gaps under which to see light, but Sheeba was fairly certain she'd found the one she was looking for. To test the theory, she banged on it until it was jerked open.

The eldest Emery sibling curled a lip, "What could you possibly want?"

Sheeba merely blinked back at her, unperterbed... though Susie had scared her quite a bit once upon a time, now she knew the manicured blonde to be declawed.

More or less.

She took a step back. "Alora wanted me to tell you that we're expecting trouble."

Susie's eyes narrowed. "When are you little delinquents not?"

"Possibly 'this only happens in the movies' type trouble." Sheeba pursed her lips.

"That's what the wards are for," was the exacerbated reply, "Alora's competant enough for that, at least."

"Well," Sheeba wasn't sure she was making her point. "She wanted you to know just in case. So. Be careful."

"Fine. I'll stay in my room, like I always do, while you all take care of your drama. Is that all?"

"Yep." Sheeba was glad when the door slammed shut in her face, it meant she could head back downstairs. Slowly, though, she wasn't really in the mood for movies and Link would be with Maggie.

But she'd only just started back down the hall when she staggered, eyes widening. Split second premonitions never gave enough time.

She took off at a dead run.

*

Joe pocketed his cookie packet with a conspiritual grin, dismissing the woman who'd wandered in the same direction Noah and Lance had gone. If these guys trusted her with their kid, she shouldn't be something to worry about.

Speaking of the kid... Joe shot him a little wave. He remembered when he was the one getting left out of adult conversa-- hey. Joe echoed Lance's earlier scowl. That called for a cookie.

*

Lance's eyebrows crept into his hairline. "Suddenly the dumb blond is the answer guy? I know you don't mean to sound like you're upset your brother's not hurt." And are you really more interested in why I'm not with Maggie than you are in getting me back there where I should be?

Lance doubted Noah was going to give two shits what he had to say, whether he took the time or not. Suddenly he wondered why Maggie and Caleb were so sure he had to come and do this part. Seemed a lose/lose situation to him, standing here with the overprotective brawler. He wasn't explaining himself, though, the guy could think whatever he wanted just like everyone else. "The short version's all you're getting here. Once."

"Someone faked a call from me saying that Maggie was in trouble in order to spook Jynx out, nearly getting him killed. Mags and I went crosscountry to help unravel that one. MD showed up with Caleb in tow just before Jynx's people's compound got attacked. We all went to their safe house before splitting up, where Maggie and I went back to Oceanview so my friends can protect her from this thing that's supposed to be following her. The story I got says some fuck who fancies himself a god is collecting people he's marked - which would include Maggie and two of my friends - to take to some other dimension."

He paused, doing a mental rundown to see if he'd missed anything important. Fuck it, none of the hypothetical was that important. Not compared to the purpose. "The end. So far we have at least one missing person and one out of action, but who knows what the hell is going on while we're standing here."

Lance looked Noah in the eye, trying to figure the guy out. "If you're still inclined, you can growl at me all you want once we get back... or some other time if you don't want to do it in front of Maggie, but these are my friends and I'm in a hurry just now."

***

"Believe it or not," Maggie replied to Link's assurance, as she crossed the spacious floor to sit at the edge of the grand bed. Slumping against one bedpost and looking more than a little frayed. "This is the part I'm already familiar with. Sitting and waiting," She reached for a remote control lying not far away, then clicked the television on with the volume low. Needing the moving shapes and soft light for distraction more than anything. "And praying."

***

Link tilted his head to rest against the back of the chair, smiling faintly at Maggie's implied frustration. "I think waiting is a universal necessity. Hunters, prey and the uninvolved all have occassion. I've certainly done my fair share, as well, though I'll consider today's for a good cause."

***

"What the hell is this?" To Moondancer's surprise, the grounds of Hell's Gate were once again frantic. Portal had to make her teleportation a quick one, literally dropping her off without leaving her own footing on Los Angeles soil. But to come back to such a state of disarray... it was enough to throw the powerful telepath off her barings. "Are we under attack again?"

"Worse." It was the booming voice of Psicopath that answered her, purposefully walking by her and towards the commotion. "Selena and Frost returned without Jynx."

Moondancer paused for a split second but swiftly caught up with her taller mentor's strides. "What happened?" she asked, eyes spotting Frost loading her sword back onto her back.

Selena turned to the side, hearing the question and having a better answer than her father. "Prometheus happened," she answered solemnly. "He's got Jynx... I don't know what he's done with him."

Her expression was remorseful, unsure what to say and thought silence worked best. Moondancer nodded slowly, acknowledging whatever condolences or unnecessary apologies would have followed. Frost simply turned her attention to the emergence of Meeka and Rowan, Meeka visibly distraught.

"MD!" Meeka shouted, flagging her down even as she crossed the gap between them in a sprint. "MD, you gotta save him or Jynx is gonna kill him!"

"What?" Moondancer asked, tilting her head a bit to the side. "Who's Jynx gonna kill?" At least, she breathed, she knew Jynx wasn't dead... at least she hoped.

Meeka turned to Selena, eyes silently tearing up. "Chameleon," she answered solemnly.

Selena's eyes widened. "That's impossible," she whispered. "Chameleon's gone to Oceanview."

"Bloody Hell." Parker's deep rooted sigh gathered their collective attention, a hand running through his pitch black hair. "Suit up, MD. Ye all need to leave ASAP."

The streets began to clear out as more and more preparations went on around them. Moondancer moved through the remaining passersby still watching them organize and ready for battle, heading towards the emergency store room and one of her spare battle uniforms. It was falling into place, she figured as she rounded a spiral iron staircase towards the shelter's bottom levels. Lance had already taken Maggie back to Oceanview, successfully putting the last few people in one convenient location. If Jynx had been snagged up, their group was already plundered and no longer of interest.

A large silver door greeted her passcode with a few beeps and a whirl of motion as it slid to the side. "You're late," a voice greeted her. "Your suit is already awaiting in the prep chamber."

"Taking on grunt tasks, Uno?" she asked, sliding into the preparation chamber without a second thought.

Uno sighed, sliding through the darkened room with silent grace. "I'm simply ensuring nothing else goes wrong from this point out," she answered. "Darklore and I will be accompanying the small strike team to Oceanview."

Moondancer laughed coldly. "I doubt you'll get a warm welcome."

"I'm not going there to make friends," she rebutted. "If I was worried about making friends, I certianly wouldn't be waging a Revolution... now would I?"

Moondancer emerged, crimson and ebony uniform fitted to her curves. "If you were worried about keeping the friends you have," she argued, "then maybe Jynx and CP would be around."

Uno frowned, aggravation growing. "That's an unfair and unaccurate assessment," she answered. "I had just as much knowledge of the goings on as they happened as everyone else did. And what good does telling historical fiction do at times of uncertianty? Prometheus being a God... having that knowledge certianly did not keep Jynx and Cyberpunk out of harm's way."

"It might have helped." Moondancer sighed, running her hair into her hands and tightening it into one bun. "I don't know. I know this isn't your fault, Uno. It still doesn't make this any easier to deal with."

Uno finally smiled, leading the way back up to the main road. "We can all sit down and pass the buck later," she said as her gloved hand already wrapped around the iron stair railing. "Now, we must get to the others before Prometheus does."

*

Billy normally would have said at least a parting farewell, but there was no time. The dark clouds grew swiftly, giving him only moments to return to the front gate. Awaiting his return were Echo and Serena, both ready for whatever was about to emerge from the shifting space meer feet in front of them.

"Always late," Echo snapped, power growing from his outstretched hands. "Why don't you try protecting the Princess for a while instead of running your mouth?"

Billy flicked his wrist, creating a shield up and around Serena. "Fuck it all, Billy!" she growled, her discharged ammo unable to penetrate the shield. "I hate it when you two play babysitter's club with me."

"Our job is to keep you alive and safe, Serena," Billy answered as his other hand began to glow with raw demonic power. "This is a battle even your trigger finger could not win."

Opting to pout (as it was her final and only option), Serena turned back to the massive Emery estate to find Chameleon and Retro running down the long path. "Oh but she gets to fight?" she asked, demanding an answer.

"She is not in our charge to protect," Echo sighed, a bit more dramatically than he had intended. "Therefore, their deaths are not ours to prevent."

The space before them shifted and resonated energy, rays of power spilling out in circular patterns. Chameleon had dashed to the side and hid, squinting his eyes as he peered as best he could into the depths of the portal, faint outlines of their upcoming opponents coming towards them. The first two he had seen from the video footage, though one had only the equivalent of a cameo shot. The lizard looking creature was massive, and he could only assume was slow and purposely there on relay and retrieval only. The woman had not fought on the footage, but her sword and determined glare let him know they had best not let their guard down. Towards the back of the line he finally made out the figure everyone had been apprehensive about.

Prometheus seemed to merge from the group of servants he brought along, intangible and yet just as quickly solid and corporeal. A smile of triumph upon his face, he took a look at who would be his first line of opposition. "Depressing lot," he said almost sadly. "I was expecting a bit more of a challenge."

He folded his hands underneath his long belled robe sleeves, assessing his plan. "Where are the ones I have designated as mine?"

"You obviously didn't read the fine print on human beings," Retro said sternly, taking a battle ready stance. "We don't do the slavery thing so well, and prearranged anything goes against the fundamental rights of Freedom."

Prometheus sighed, shaking his head while another smile formed maliciously upon his lips. "But I do not enslave anyone," he corrected. "I offer them the things their human rights do not, such as control over their own lives and their own unique destinies."

His hand parted from his robe, revealing the final figure Chameleon had not yet made out from his hiding place. "This one did not go willingly at first, I must admit," he explained, hands drawing him out to the front of the grouping. "But his hidden anger... it allowed me to set him free in ways he was never able to do before."

"What the hell is this shit?" Serena could not believe her eyes, she and her demon charges exchanging dumbfounded glances.

"What did you do to him?" Retro asked, glancing over the man she knew but slowly realized was no longer himself. Oversized clothes traded in for fitted leather armor adorned with archaic symbols she could only assume represented Prometheus' heirarchy. His eyes were alight with power, outshining their normal electric blue with a deep seeded red. His power, normally harmful to him, coursed around his hands as he made it dance and move at will.

He was controlling it.

"I did nothing that has caused him irreversible damage," Prometheus said in an offhand fashion. "Before he was weak, fallible. He cared too much about others and was unwilling to constantly use this energy."

Prometheus took a moment to study the energy around Jynx's hands, marveling at it's sheer levels of power. "He is a walking battery of power, you know," he mused aloud. "If he uses it regularly enough, it will never deplenish and he will never cause harm to himself. All I did was take away that nagging fear of killing those he loved and forced him to focus on only his wrath."

"All you did was make him a monster." Billy chose to speak up, almost visibly aghast at what had become of Jynx. "If you are quite done grandstanding and marveling at your own ego... either negate the powers of those who would fight you so that you may have an unfair advantage or start the fight."

"Hah!" Prometheus could not help but laugh audibly at the gross assessment. "Your powers can do nothing to stop me. In fact, simply to prove the point, I shall leave them all at their maximum capacities. Do your worst."

With one hand he waived his three protectors behind him, leaving himself completely vulnerable to any and all attacks. "I don't like it when the bad guys do this much showboating," Retro whispered, leaning close to Serena. "It usually means they're right and we're about to get our asses handed to us."

"We cannot back out of it now," Billy sighed. "All we gotta do is get one good shot and get the info. Then we retreat with the others to the safehouse."

Retro nodded, but even she knew it was easier said than done.

***

Maggie's expression softened, and she returned the smile Link graced her with. Somehow it calmed her, set her nerves to ease. "I meant specifically tucked away in a room somewhere with a guard at the door. But you're right... waiting a necessity. Doesn't make the minutes go by any faster while waiting for loved ones to return, though. And not when I can feel them so close."

*

"I wouldn't do whatever it is you're planning, if I were you." A feminine voice said flatly from behind Joe. "If it isn't Noah's wrath you'd incur, it'd be Ms Wyatt's, and she's far less humane."

Turning, half dismissal and half disinterest now that she'd given her advice, Rosemary tossed a slim metal box to Caleb who snatched it from the air with ease.

"Would it kill you to be nice for a minute?" he shot, loading the small pistol and tranquilizer darts the box held into a brace strapped to his forearm.

"I was."

*

"That sounds like the back cover of a pulp fiction novel," Jean finally spoke, chuckling roughly, and earning herself a murderous glare from Noah. Not her first, unlikely to be her last, and affected her as much as if he didn't exist at all.

Noah's glare shifted back to meet Lance's eyes, and studied the response. Nothing. Lance didn't flinch, solid in his convictions. As absurd as it was to Noah, what was said was the total truth as far as Lance knew it... which was good enough to convince Noah. It would be 'gods' and phantasms he would face down for Maggie's sake on this occasion, rather than horse thieves and marauders, or even the bogeymen and nightmares of their childhood days.

"Fair 'nough." He acknowledged, forcing himself to ease his stance. He got a good explanation for the situation at hand, better than he'd believe from Caleb, so he could save the aggression for something he could justifiably tear into... no matter what Maggie'd be in danger from, she'd be a bigger threat if he actually did haul off and send Lance through the porch screen, much as the idea of a violent outburst appealed. Save it for someone deserving. Noah had barely reached the doorknob before Jean spoke.

"This Maggie's new playmate?" The words accompanying a glance over to measure Lance up. Of course. She would've been Maggie's sister in law if things had happened differently once upon a time... and being neighbors still, Jean would have an interest in her well being.

"Ayuh." His answer, to her sigh and shake of her head.

"That girl and her taste..." For which Noah had no answer... after all, he wasn't any better in comparison.

***

Sheeba tore down the stairs, wondering what her best move would be. Probably not running outside to meet the threat by herself. She turned toward the room where the others were.

*

Keith was scanning titles of the ancient texts lining the walls of Alora's private library when he heard her gasp beside him. Turning, he saw her spacey eyes, suddenly so much like his own, and automatically reached to take the volume she'd been searching from her shaky hand, placing it absently on the ledge of the nearest shelf.

What's wrong? The question flashed through his head, but before he voiced it he had the answer himself... confirmed by her litany of denial.

"No no nononono..."

The furthermost carfully laid perimiters and wards were snapping into activity; those proactive failing to hinder the progress and dismissed as lost as Alora and Keith came to the same conclusion simultaneously. Her full attention had to be given to maintaining and strengthening the defense of the house. The threat had to be kept outside and dealt with there, without them.

Keith pulled her into the circle of his arms, pressing comfortingly against her back yet also silently pledging his stability, strength and protection. "I'm here, do what needs to be done, my love."

Alora sunk back against him, accepting, and freed herself from physical worries. Instead of denials, she began chanting foreign words that made not sense, but power.

*

Susie stared at her window, feeling blind. In her life it had been impossible to ignore that things existed which she could not see. Occassionally, though, she indulged the wish that there just wouldn't be so many.

Something was going on, and she had no idea what. Had come to accept that with these things she would probably never know what. So they didn't concern her. At all.

Even so, she moved to the handcarved dressing table and sifted through her jewelry box until she found what she was looking for... the little golden amulet Alora had given her for her birthday years ago. Her sister had said it had protections tuned specifically for her. She'd scoffed at the idiocy and tossed it in the box with her other trifles. Now she inconspicuously put it on.

It was still the stupidest thing she'd ever heard of.

*

Joe rolled his eyes. He had yet to figure out where 'lecture me' was written on his person, but as soon as he found it he'd be sure to scrub it off thoroughly.

"Wrath, huh?" He asked, one-handedly groping a cookie out of the packet in his pocket and taking a bite before continuing with his mouth full. Screw propriety, he was pouting here. "Why? They cookie crazy fiends or something?"

*

Lance might've been relieved that Noah appeared to be willing to just play along...if the woman wouldn't have taken it upon herself to show up. As it was, he resorted to old habits, schooling his expression to airhead obliviousness. I can't hear you talking. I can't feel you, either. I don't have room for this in my head, so you don't get to come in.

She wasn't getting a reaction from him today.

"So we're set to go then?" Oblivious boy, indeed.

*

Sheeba banged into the door of the sitting room at full speed, bit back a curse due to jarring her elbow and looked up about the same time everyone in the room turned to face her.

"The dude's outside!" She offered by way of explanation, as if that should make everything make sense.

And it did. The two remaining guests sweeping past her through the door as if their lives depended on it. And they might, she figured, but it was more likely just their jobs. Anyway.

The rest of the room's occupants seemed to be coming to attention, but they seemed to be also having a disagreement without her.

"You're not going outside, Lee." Bridgette shook her head.

Lee glared at the redhead in question, completely put out. "Says who? They might need me outside!"

"Says me, for the time being. If they need you outside it'll be later on. I promised Lance..."

"When?" The little blonde demanded. "He told Link to take care of Maggie, I didn't hear him say anything about me!"

"That's half the point, 'little bit'," Bridgette smirked, "You don't have to believe me, you just have to do what I say... or I make you."

"That's not fair!" Lee exclaimed, then redirected attention to Amanda and Danny who were standing in silent support of Bridgette's decree. "They sholudn't go, either, they're freaking targets."

Bridgette turned worried eyes on her friends. "She's right."

Amanda scoffed. "We can't leave those two out there alone if this guy is really all that. Someone has to go outside... and it's going to be me."

"She's right, Bridgette." Danny offered. "There's no one else. We know what we're doing, we'll play the odds. You make sure Lee stays safe. Lee," he gave the worried blonde a smile, "you're backup, baby, we're counting on you."

"...So we're going?" Sheeba clarified, biting her lip. "They're all out there without us..."

"Yes." Amanda agreed, leading the way for her two friends, long legs carrying her swiftly out the door and down the hall at a regal pace. "We're going right now."

*

Lee sighed, following the redhead forlornly in the opposite direction, resigned once again to feeling helpless. "Where are we hiding?"

"Not hiding," Bridgette denied, glad that she didn't have to carry the younger girl. "But we should probably head to your sister's library. It's well-fortified, right? And Alora and Keith should still be there. Three birds with one stone."

*

Amanda caught Danny's hand as their pace changed to a run when they hit the open drive. Not to drag him along at her loping pace, nor to give or take support, but instead to lend power as she herself focused on powering up.

Sheeba was keeping pace, deftly yanking throwing... things... out of her pants pockets. At least someone was slightly prepared, Amanda mused. They were headed toward unknown danger almost completely emptyhanded. Luckily, 'almost completely' wasn't quite.

"...Is that Jynx?" Sheeba's unsure voice grabbed Amanda's attention, forcing her to focus on the figures gathered ahead of them.

"Shit, what the hell."

"The marks... he got claimed," Danny sounded slightly horrified. The question was in the air - should they turn around and go back?

"No." Amanda answered the unspoken question. "No one owns me. No one claims me."

"We help," Sheeba agreed, though inside she was more than just a little frightened, for herself... and most especially for her friends.

Then they were there. "Hey! Are you the middle ages chauvinist ass?" And it was on.

*

Link opened his mouth to reply, then changed his mind as the hairs stood up on the back of his neck. He silently palmed a knife and slid over to the window, to carefully peak out from the casement.

"Well, Maggie," he whispered, "I think this wait was of a fairly short duration. We seem to have company."

*

"So the power cells come to me." Prometheus seemed to take both Amanda and Danny in, completely disregarding Sheeba altogether. "How considerate of you to make my job that much easier."

Keep talking, Chameleon thought, silently perched high outside of view as he awaited his opportunity to strike. All he had to do was wait for the right moment to strike, a moment when Prometheus was completely off guard...

"Hey! Are you the middle ages chauvinist ass?"

... And there it was. He did not hesitate or second guess as he lept up to the top of the main estate gate, nor did he falter from the jump towards Prometheus himself. The comment had, indeed, caught him by surprise; the tone and lack of what Prometheus would consider proper etiquette took his focus off any side attacks and put it solely on the tall brunette that made her way towards his position. Chameleon's finger was all that touched Prometheus's cheek, but it was more than enough to establish the sparked connection between himself and the fallen God of a faraway dimension.

It took a moment for him to stand, the sudden burst of power a bit more than he was admittedly used to, but slowly he put on his best poker face and turned to face him and his team of underlings. Seeing his long-time friend on the opposing side was more than disheartening, but he knew if they could band together and overcome Prometheus, there was a good chance of overturning that looming factor.

Chameleon felt Prometheus shift his power, maneuvering to turn off the powers of all those around him. "That won't work," Chameleon said nonchalantly. "Turning off their powers won't turn off the half of your power I have... and turning off your own powers would only leave you open to the Demons attacking you."

Prometheus drew his hands towards his chest, pondering the possible outcomes of any battle actions he took. "It would seem we are at a stalemate then," he sighed, "leaving me no choice but to finish the tasks I have to tend to here and leave just as abruptly."

Chameleon continued to keep his gaze steady, all the while silently growing apprehensive at the powers now at his disposal. Retro noted the expression on her brother's face, reading his uneasiness with silent ease. Billy and Echo picked up on it as well, causing Echo to move Serena and her shield back a few more paces behind the group.

Prometheus turned to Amanda and smiled, glancing from her to Danny. "I'll be back for the two of you," he smiled serenely before giving his minions instructions. "The others you may dispose of as you see fit. Leave the two power cells alive."

With that, Prometheus vanished. "He's on the property," Chameleon mumbled, finding it very easy to keep track of him with the numerous and nearly infinite abilities at his disposal. His mission was accomplished, the one Uno sent he and his sister on; he had the comprehensive list and levels of all of Prometheus' powers... but he could not leave. He watched the others show up, able to size up their power against the power that their adversaries had. He glanced to his friends, even the demons on their side with unimaginable powers, and came to a startling realization.

Uno, this is Chameleon. These guys are fucked if I leave. I don't even think there's a snowball's chance in hell WITH me having half these powers. Telepathy. Brilliant.

Uno's voice echoed back. Under no circumstances are you to let them fend for themselves. We are en route with the Primary Catalyst. Do what you can to keep them all safe, especially the targets. With the targets captured, he'll flee for sure and the teams aren't prepped enough to go after him yet.

"Plan A is complete," he said aloud, getting a nod from his sister. "Going into plan B."

"Plan B?" Retro had not heard of any plan B.

Chameleon nodded, extending that nod to the others as the aura of immense power flared up around him and encased them all in protective magical shells. "We're not leaving until we're sure everyone is safe and the threat is gone. Uno said she's coming with some sort of primary catalyst or whatever... it sounds big. We hold fort."

Retro's hands extended out, light sparks and small explosions coming to life in a circular pattern around them. "Then let's get this show started," she said, determined to give it her best. "Can you get Jynx unhitched from Prometheus with all that power?"

Chameleon sighed, shaking his head. "I've been trying, but that's an extra feature only found on the original model," he sighed. "We'll just do our best to not fuck him up too bad while knocking sense back into him. Billy, give me the specs."

The demon moved forward, eyes alight with dark energies. "The gargantuan lizard creature is sloth. Slow and steady in his movements and not here to fight, but here to retrieve."

"Got that much, Bill," Chameleon said, "Tactical info on them, and fast."

"His skin is impenetrable," he continued. "Best to use massive energy attacks. The female is lust, appealer to the senses of persuasion and simultaneously the senses of confusion. Her swordsmanship is superior and thus far undefeated. She flies and can use minimal magic, but more for the sake of her trickery. The red skinned male being has power over all elements, predominantly magic based. His body tone leaves the impression that he is also skilled in many hand to hand arts. The fellow in black leather we all know and most of the time love, though his power is... different."

"How different?" Retro asked, looking over Jynx and finding no difference save control over it.

"It is hard to explain," Billy elaborated. "This is not the power that plagues him, but it is a power his body is not foreign to... almost as if the power he is plagued with daily keeps this power at bay. Best to be on extreme guard until someone can analyze it properly."

"Are we to stand around and banter on?" Echo grew more and more impatient. "Or are we to fight before the turn of this century?"

The woman, Lust, spared no time, lunging towards the closest target she could find with her sword in hand. Chameleon dodged, sending the woman flying upwards and back. He watched her land on her feet and dodge back towards them, his brow furrowed down in anticipation for what was to come... coming to yet another realization.

"You guys take the other two, don't even waste time on the invunlerable guy unless he comes for you. I'll take Jynx."

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