Having the Immortal's attention on him was, for Revel, equal parts terrifying and galvanizing.  Though never one to back away from taking the field, he hosted an instinct he assumed thoroughly commonplace among humans: to back away when faced by a god.  Based upon his stunning earlier display of predicting mere seconds into the future, the string-puller had rather expected his makeshift plan to fail, but miraculously his wires spared the life of the young magician.  Noting this, to make sure that MicWiz remembered this debt later, Revel honed in all of his focus on the crazy-powerful being set to pound him into oblivion.  At this point, the worst possible option to use was to attempt force.  It pleased Revel to no end, however, to be at last fully in possession of an ingenious plan.  This had been assured the very instant that the Immortal's words -[i]let me end my suffering[/i]- met his ears.

With a gallant smile Revel raised his hands in placation.  “Most powerful I don't doubt, but most threatening?  Not this time.  It is not my objective to threaten you.”  The movement of the Chimera back in this direction, plus the manifestation of MicWiz's golem, all pointed toward the signs of an allied counterattack.  Did they really think that Revel was not in control of the situation, that he was a mere distraction for them to get their attacks in?  Fools.  Their furor to destroy the Immortal blinded them to a more intelligent resolution, one that circumvented the eventuality of the entire team lying dead on the floor and the Immortal's self-immolating in a nuclear inferno.  “There is as much use in contesting you physically as there is of normal humans surviving in a meltdown.  My strength is elsewhere: the mind.  I can predict the future with uncanny accuracy.  Not that you'd be interested, of course...what's a mere ant obstructing your death crawl?  Well, listen to this.  You'll reduce us to smithereens one by one, then go for the reactor, expecting your aeons of torment to finally crumble into peaceful darkness.  Problem is, you're going to survive.  Hear that?  You're going to live through the meltdown.  Unfortunately, the radiation will be branded so deeply into your bones that every second will be pure agony, a thousand times worse than the depression that made you seek this.”  Revel monitored his own voice carefully.  These words were not precognition, but bluff.  He was gambling on the Immortal's own instincts for self-preservation.  “There is a way, however, that I can he-- oh, no.”

At that moment, Gloria sailed in in all her unwanted glory.  The string-pullers excited heartrate instantly plummeted to a cold crawl.  How could he not have foreseen this!?  Before Revel could shout at her to stop, screaming that she was ruining a negotiation that could save all of their miserable skins, she forcibly introduced the Immortal's eyes to her knifeblades.  Growling in anger, Revel discharged his whips, which lashed against Gloria's back and clung around her shoulders.  “Stupid bitch!”  He bellowed, and gave an outraged yank on the cords more than powerful enough to abruptly reunite Gloria with the ground if she didn't cling on to the very man she'd shanked or find a way to cut the cords.  “Now he will not listen to reason, even if your stabbies bounced off his eyeballs!  He will kill us all!”  Hoping that the Immortal took his action against Gloria as a sign that he, at least, was on his side, Revel shouted at the meta while he backed away.  “There is still a way to end this peacefully, to gain the peace you long for!”