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	The merc couldn’t help but give an excited, hearty laugh as Evergreen displayed his powers.  Countless wolves of wood and serpents of vines crawled out from the cracked cement and dilapidated woodwork  to oppose the mercenary, taking their side with Gaia’s champion.

	[color=0072bc]“Getting serious, huh?”[/color]  War-Pulse said, cracking his knuckles as he surveyed the snarling constructs beginning to advance on him.  [color=0072bc]“Good!  I was starting to get bored!”[/color]

	With his words, his aura began to hum and sizzle as it illuminated in intensity.  He lowered his body, ready to tear down the road like a bat out of hell, his eyes boring holes directly into Evergreen.  The Wolves?  The Snakes?  They’d be nothing more than cannon fodder, not to him.  To War-Pulse, it did not matter what Evergreen threw at him, he was going to get that info one way or the other.

	But before the kinetic berserker could leap back into the fray, a  familiar voice chimed in behind him, one he had not heard in many months.  The mercenary twisted to the sound of the voice to find himself side-by-side with the man who he broke after a STRIKE base.


	[color=0072bc]“Whoa.  Long time no see, kid.”[/color] The merc said, turning his attention back to Evergreen. [color=0072bc]“I’d ask how you found me, buuut as I’ve told numerous others, I’m not very subtle about what I do.”[/color]

	He could hear that Evergreen was beginning his warning, but War-Pulse was quick to fill Equilibrium in on the subject under his breath. [color=0072bc]“I’ve been hired to find and capture a metahuman with the potential to destroy this city and possibly the world by the name of Racheli.  Super sequoia over here knows where she is or at least who she may be with, and I may or may not be trying to kick the crap out of him until he talks.  If you got two minutes until your tall tin friend shows up, then you making yourself known is putting you in a lot of danger, so here is the plan.  I’ll create enough of a distraction to buy you some time so you can lay low until you get your gundam ripoff.  Then once you’re suited up we can tag team this flower until we pull enough petals to get him to talk, got it?”[/color]

	Of course, Evergreen’s warning was to be expected.  The meta was clearly a man of honor, he did not want to hurt anyone, and he certainly believed that people deserve at least a verbal warning before he resorted to violent methods.  There was a lot War-Pulse could respect in a man like that, someone who stuck to their integrity and their beliefs even when they are on the wrong side.  A shame they were on opposite ends of this conflict.

	[color=0072bc]“Well, I’m glad you have such a high opinion of me!”[/color]  Pulse called out, rolling one of his shoulders as he resumed a fighting position. [color=0072bc]“But let’s not change the subject here, the fight’s between you and me.  And as I recall, you were about to show me how you get serious, so why don’t we get back to the main event!”[/color]

	Pulse pushed off the ground in a massive advance, the ground below his feet buckling and crackling with the amount of force it took as the merc launched himself down the street, lunging at Evergreen in a blue, crackling streak.  Of course, as soon as he made his advance, the wolves came upon him, the snakes slithering about his legs to tangle him up as wooden fangs bit into his arms.  Every inch of ground he covered resulted in yet another wooden construct piling onto him, causing Pulse to disappear under the mounts of wood, vines, and foliage, until his momentum came to a full stop.

	But that stop lasted for only a brief few seconds, but the force of nature could not be contained by such constructs.  From the dogpile, hints of blue light began to eke out from holes between the piles of tinder and leaves.  The air sizzled with power, energy crackling into the dusk night as the pile began to pulsate and hum.  In a bloodcurdling cry, the resulting explosion rocked the streets, a massive kinetic shock wave that caused the very cement to ripple and tear from the sheer force of the blast.  Evergreen’s constructs did not stand a chance, ripped apart by the explosion before they even had a chance to cry out in pain before their falsified lifehood was snuffed out. 

	When the dust cleared, all that was left was tinder, vine shreds, and the force of nature himself standing in a large crater.  An adrenaline filled bloodlust in his eyes as he cracked his neck, his kinetic aura radiating off of him as he took a few steps forward.

	[color=0072bc]“Now...”[/color]  Pulse said, his voice holding back the excitement of the increasingly heated conflict [color=0072bc]“Let’s dance, you overripe vegetable!  I got some harvesting to do!”[/color]

	With that, he charged Evergreen again, leaping from the crater to try and collide with Evergreen further down the street.

	The fight was only just beginning.