Abaddon had been busy sinking his teeth into the flesh of some random beastie when one of the League's reinforcement metas called out to him from above. The poor guy was obviously a bit disgusted by the grisly scene below him, but he did his best to deliver his message while Abaddon settled to swallow the dead creature whole without savoring it. Quicker that way and all, though it made the hovering superhero lose his lunch.

"Ugh, now that's just nasty," Abaddon hissed as he rolled his eyes. "Whatever! I got the gist of what you were trying to say anyway!"

the semi-ethereal body Abaddon had shifted as he began to "shed" it, dropping wisps of shadows that evaporated into nothingness when they hit the ground. He wasn't growing though, not even healing. He was simply cleaning himself up.

"Huh... though maybe charging into battle covered in gore would unsettle the four guys beating on our poor friends..."

"#Except perhaps, Sarco," Drevenon said. "I would wager he looked like that everyday before he got imprisoned here."

"Yeah probably."

Abaddon took a bounding start before he jumped into the air, spreading his strange looking wings to catch up with Zenith and company. The famous hero was clearly concerned about the well-being of the other League members, but Abaddon figured they couldn't be in TOO bad of shape. He could be wrong though, so he only sped up his flight to more quickly reach his destination. He had to tear through a few doors and walls, but he made it to the area before the others (and he'd probably hear all about his recklessness when they got back to League Headquarters too!).

"Surprise surpri-! Oh come on really?!"

The scene was pretty much as bad as the sickened messenger had described it. Three of the League's primary heroes were down with Desert Vampire fighting off three of the four villains alone. The only one he wasn't fighting was Polaris.

Polaris. Oh, well shit. Now this was really bad. Abaddon hadn't been around in the League when they had brought him down, but this guy was all over the news regardless. He was insanely powerful with his photokinetic abilities, powerful enough to take down a swath of metahumans before finally being brought down. And right now, poor Flashbolt Acolyte might as well be fighting three villains on his own, because fighting Polaris alone was just as bad... if not worse.

"Meh... too bad..."

Abaddon's confidence was a bit on the low side after he had been matched and nearly bested by the Dark Summoner a while ago... but then he remembered he had been holding back throughout most of the fight. He'd likely have to hold back here too unless he wanted his downed allies to get obliterated, but if he played his cards right he could help his team get the upper hand again.

The first thing to do was help out Desert Vampire. Poor guy was about to get killed in the worst way possible, and he doubted he wanted to be remembered for getting swallowed alive by some reject slime effect from "The Thing". Still being in the air, Abaddon flew over above Desert Vampire to snag him up out of the ground with shadowy extensions from his body.

"I remember reading about this in some Goosebumps book. Nasty way to die, I'll tell ya," Abaddon nonchalantly told Desert Vampire as he tossed a sizeable spiked ball of shadows in the spot the vampire used to be in. 

"Hey Blob, that won't go down well!"

Upon being swallowed, the shadowy ball would not only extend its spikes within the Growth but also explode with magic energy. Abaddon dropped Desert Vampire away from his opponents before he dove towards the struggling Sarco. Catching him in the waist, Abaddon used his strength to lift him up into the air before flipping him around and making him crash down head first into the floor below. Too bad this guy wouldn't immediately die like that one mole-ape thing he killed earlier like this, but it hopefully hurt and had enough force to stun him for the time being. Abaddon flew away from him to rejoin Desert Vampire...