It wasn't long before friendly faces arrived on the bridge. Ditto, all business, layed out the two-pronged plan of attack. Phil would be working with his old teammates Ditto and Fenrir, along with a turtle-like alien, an ice user, and a shadow user. Phil only had time for a quick nod to greet to his old friends.

Chunks of pavement flew through the air as Cinderblock tried to retaliate against his unseen antagonists with his one good arm. Blinded by the shadow user and wounded by Fenrir, the concrete convict seemed close to tottering off the bridge. All he needed was a shove in the right direction. Phil tried to blast him with arcane bolts, but the behemoth shrugged them off like flies.

A phantom voice floated into Phil’s mind. [i]”Your power seems a little...lacking. Just slip on the Helm and all my power is yours…”[/i] Phil shook his head, not dignifying Nabu with a proper response. [i]Let’s go with Plan B…[/i]

Summoning arcane energy, Phil concentrated on the brute’s stubby legs. His signature golden chains erupted from the ground, wrapping like shining boa constrictors around Cinderblock’s ankles and anchoring themselves into the ground.. The convict bellowed in resistance, struggling against the mystic bonds as Phil struggled to keep them intact.

“I’ll hold him as long as I can. He's off balance, hit him hard!” Phil shouted to his teammates.