[b][color=yellow]Michael Watts a.k.a Omega[/color][/b]

From a friendly handshake to a surprise beatdown, Michael found himself lying on the floor facing up at the well known Wicked. His face displayed a look that he hadn't shown since he had arrived here. His eyes were piercing, and there was silence that filled the room after Wicked had spoke. It was long enough to anticipate some sort of retaliation from Michael, but he wouldn't wait that long to strike back. He was just waiting for his immediate feelings to expire before smirking.

"Understood... Now I don't know if you're trying to mount me or what, but what do you suppose I do? They're pretty much done fighting those statues" Michael said from the floor as he pointed at the television that showed the local news. He wanted to eat his words as more statues seemed to turn up. With a sigh, he used his telekinesis to lift himself off the ground in one fluid movement. "I'm telling you right now, putting me out there is like putting Kobe in a JV high school basketball game."