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“I have never seen anything quite like the scene that has gripped the residents of Lost Haven over the last few hours. Then again, nobody has. This night, the world has been changed forever. Strange creatures, described by some as the demons from Biblical lore, have entered our city through what appears to be a rift in the very fabric of reality. There is no official body count, however, the number of civilian casualties is estimated to be in the hundreds. There won’t be an official tally for days, assuming that any of us survive this ordeal. However, there are those who are fighting for our lives, for our very souls. Not only has the National Guard been deployed to deal with the crisis, but a number of the city’s super powered populace has joined in the fight.” 

“The Iron Knight, the strange, angelic figure known to some as Mercy, and Lost Haven’s own Icon, have been sighted in the area trying to stem the demonic tide. And they are not alone, having been joined by a rag tag group of unknown meta humans, who have all joined the fight. However, despite their best efforts, they have as of yet, been unable to end the onslaught. One can only hope, that together, these guardians of the city can restore order, and end the slaughter in the streets.” Micaela Pearl paused before signaling to her camera man Johnny Weiss kill the audio.

“How was that?” She asked, a smile forming on her lips. Though she was utterly distraught over the carnage that had been wrought on the city, she knew that her coverage of this terrible event would finally give her the break that she needed, and from here on out, she would be able to write her own ticket.

“It was perfect Micky.” The cameraman assured her. “This stuff is gold.” He said. 

He didn’t mean to sound jaded or cold, it was just that after twenty plus years of reporting from the scene of some of the most horrific events that one could think of, Johnny Weiss had become just that. He had been desensitized to the very carnage and suffering that he had been covering. Even so, he had never seen anything quite like what he was witnessing this night. 

Then something else caught his eye. At first it was simply a flicker of movement, and he dismissed it as another of the demons moving away from the portal. Then, he got a good look at the long, slithering, snake-like body of the creature that was flying directly at them, and his heart nearly stopped as a cold shiver ran down his spine. 

“Oh shit.” He said. “Brody, pull up! PULL UP!” He cried to the pilot as the large basilisk headed straight for the chopper.

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 "If this doesn't work, what's plan B? Because it's starting to look like we're going to need a plan B!"
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Before Icon could respond to the mercenary, he saw a giant snake-like creature emerge from the portal. He knew that no matter what this creature was, it had to be stopped. So without saying a word, he left War-Pulse and the others to fend for themselves while he dealt with the oversized flying snake. 

[i] What next?[/i] He thought to himself as he raced after the creature, which to his surprise was deceptively fast, and it had a bit of a head start. 

Icon pushed harder in an attempt to catch up to the serpent. Within moments, he had done just that. He advanced to the creature’s midsection, and tried to alter its course, to no avail. The beast was moving too fast and it was too strong as it resisted his efforts to slow it down. 

It was almost as if the massive snake was honed in on something, and after a moment, he saw exactly what had gotten the creature’s attention.

[b]”No…[/b] Icon said to himself as he spotted the news chopper in the distance. [b]”Don’t even think about it.”[/b] He said as he launched himself into the creature’s side in another attempt to alter its course, with little effect. 

He knew that he didn’t have much time to waste. In just moments, the basilisk would be upon the chopper, and the passengers inside would be nothing more than another set of casualties of this horrific night.

[i]Not going to happen.[/i] Icon thought to himself as he maneuvered himself onto the back of the creature’s neck. He reached down to the underside of the basilisk’s massive set of jaws and pulled up as hard as he could. The effort was enough to alter the beast’s course, causing it to just miss the chopper by mere feet.

[i]Yes![/i] Icon thought to himself as he accelerated in order to get ahead of the beast, then positioned himself in front of the creature. The basilisk struck out at him, its sharp, curved teeth coming just inches from his face. Icon grabbed the creature’s jaws, forcing them open. The serpent creature let out a shill cry as it struggled against Icon’s grip. However, Icon fired a sustained optic blast into the creature’s open gullet. As he intensified the attack, the creature began to slow its forward progress. After several moments, it ceased its struggle against the hero, and disintegrated into little more than ash right before the hero.

With the threat of the basilisk gone, Icon looked back toward the portal and saw that the others were in danger of being overrun by the demons. Wasting little time, he rocket away, heading back to the portal where he and the others would finally end this ordeal once and for all.