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Icon was hit square on the chin by a powerful blow that seemingly came out of nowhere, knocking him into the air. Before he could right himself, he was struck by another tendril, hitting him with such a force that the shockwave of the hit sent him crashing hard into the pavement in front of the ruins of the police station. 

[i]So, that’s what it feels like to be a pinball.[/i] Icon thought to himself as he gathered himself and got to his feet, only to find that the impact of Umbraxis’ attack had left him standing in a crater in the middle of the street. 

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[color=92278f]“Though I can see that you are no ordinary human either…”[/color]  Umbraxis continued, advancing on the crater, an outstretched hand commanding a large mass of shadow to wrap around and lift a nearby eighteen wheeler, the metal screeching as it was warped by the nebulous grasp of Dark Matter.  As it lifted the truck high into the air, it commented. [color=92278f]“Let’s see where your limits truly lie, Icon.”[/color]
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Icon hardly had time to react before the truck came crashing down on him. He had barely gotten his arms up to brace for impact when the eighteen wheeler landed on top of him, burying him in a heap of crumpled metal and shattered glass. Then for several moments there was only silence. Suddenly, the wreck began to groan in protest as the front of the truck began to rise up as Icon lifted the massive vehicle off of his body. Icon dropped the truck back into the crater beside him and locked eyes with the shadowy figure.

[b] “You talk too much.” [/b] He said as he made his way back toward Umbraxis.