[h2]Michael Angie[/h2]

The burning continued to torment Michael, but his body was still in one piece. Michael figured out rather quickly that whatever he was covered with was not going to come off with just his hands, and that he needed the stuff off him [i]now[/i]. Michael's mind raced furiously as he tried to come up with something to get rid of whatever was afflicting his body. The liquid burned his body wherever it touched him, as if it were acid. Wait, what was he thinking, it [i]was[/i] acid! What else could Gilliam have vomited out at them like that? 

With the substance on his body identified, Michael had an idea on removing it, or at least rendering it ineffective. Michael got to work drawing a Trap Art on the ground below him. A circle drawn here, certain symbols drawn around, and it was soon finished. The Trap was sprung at once, and Michael found himself lying face-up in a pool of water-based ink. Michael hoped that at least the ph level of water-based ink was enough to counteract the properties of the acid. It seemed to have worked too, considering the burning feeling began to lessen. The stinging from the inflicted wounds continued, though not as much as he had expected. Perhaps his durability Body Art had provided some needed protection. It still hurt, though.

Michael sighed in relief as his Trap Art pool expired. The worst of the crisis seemed to be over, and Vittorio was no longer in sight. Alexander came over to him with a first aid kit. Michael wasn't sure what could be done about acid burns, but Alexander was evidently doing the best he could. "Sure," Michael responded to Alexander. There didn't seem to be anything more to do, anyway.

Lifting himself off the ground to sit upright, Michael noticed that others were arriving, and they were Vigilantes as well. "Oh, you guys were here too?" Michael asked as Aram and Nasaraph came over. "What made King so interested in this place? Besides the obvious, I mean."