Now thoroughly furious, Revel heaved against his trapped whips, causing them to snap unevenly.  Their rather pitiful remains snaked back into his bracers, useless for the time being.  Grinding his teeth, Revel spat, “I don't need my power to know what comes next is going to be utterly insipid.”  He glanced at Michelle, unmotivated to explain himself now that, thanks to Gloria, his scheme lay in ashes.  However, the omen of Spectre shrieking in agony cheered him up a bit.

Adrenaline rushing through his veins made the seconds slip by like molasses, but he was stunned that the Immortal hadn't yet made a move.  [i]Why is she arguing against me, other than petty revenge?  This twit needs to learn what it means to look at the big picture.[/i]  He stepped back as he watched her jam the grenade into the Immortal's torso, taking minor pleasure in hearing her scream beyond the confines of his mind.  “Deliberate sabotage,” he muttered, motioning for Michelle to accompany him in his retreat beyond the grenade's blast range.  “I was planning to...oh, it doesn't matter now.  The twat's grenade is only going to make him madder in the end.  That's not a guess, either.  How did she think this was going to play out?  Invincible, unbounded strength, and motivation.”  The sudden appearance of Crosscut, failing to prevent the ensuing explosion, did not improve his mood.  

Revel's ears hadn't quite finished ringing from the detonation before Crosscut belted out the new orders.  “Looks like reasoning phase is done.”  He stood back as the remainder of the team piled into the Immortal.  Even if his weapons had been whole, their lashes would only have further pitted the other metas against him with their broad swathes.  Additionally, with others present that could boast greater fighting ability, Revel didn't feel the need to electrify his gloves and charge in.  Instead, he concentrated on rhythmic breathing, trying to attain the peace of mind through which clearest foresight could be had.  A moment later, his eyes blinked open, though indiscernible beneath his goggles..  “The Immortal isn't going to pay anyone any attention.  He's going to go straight for the reactor.  I'm going to attempt to stall him with my whips, which means I have to replace him.  Ultimately I won't be able to hold him, but two strangers will appear and ultimately prevail.  Hm...Hopper and Stratos.  Not ordinary members of the team.  Very interesting.”  As Revel spoke, he started to move, fleeing from the combat in the room and into the reactor chamber itself.  As he did, he flicked open his bracers' and swapped out their reels for spares.  It didn't take a tactical genius to bring extras when your main weapon was easily breakable.  Unfortunately, this set wouldn't conduct electricity as well.

Upon entering the reactor room, Revel strode to the balcony and whistled.  The entire chamber hummed with an ethereal blue luminescence,  More than a hundred feet down a spiraling crosswalk stair, behind a vast cylinder of glass, lay the reactor itself.  Revel turned around and spent a moment figuring out how to close the room's door, left open by the evacuated plant personnel, though he knew it wouldn't stall the Immortal should he make it past the rest of his team.  A vision flashed in his mind of Gloria talking to him, and he decided against shutting the door.  Revel flicked out the knew whips, testing their speed, before winding one around the crosswalk's guard rail and leaping over.