[u][b]January 1st, 7:37 PM
Madison Square Garden, New York[/b][/u]

[color=orchid]"Jones!"[/color] shouted Karen when he approached her, following his lead without hesitation as they fled to the safe room he had prepared in the event of such an attack. [color=orchid]"He came out of nowhere...and there was something weird about him. I don't think he was a normal meta human like the last one!"[/color]

When they arrived at the safe room, Karen glanced at the guards in concern. [color=orchid]"Is everyone alright back there? Did any fans get hurt?"[/color]

More than anything, she [i]hated[/i] the idea that the people who had attended her show were yet again in danger because of her. Was it wrong for her to keep trying to host concerts if this was going to be the result? Maybe she should just cancel the rest of her tour, for their sake.

Even Sterling Records had to see what a complete disaster it would be if this became a regular occurrence.

[u][b]January 1st, 7:38 PM
Madison Square Garden, New York[/b][/u]

Timothy's eyes widened when the orange skinned monster [i]skated[/i] across the arena after being thrown back. How had his attack not caused more damage than that to her? And how could she be so quick? Between the pain that was finally starting to overwhelm him and her speed, he was unable to dodge her kick.

Crying out in pain as it slammed him hard against the stage, his teeth slammed together with enough force to crack several and loosen a few more. His world began to spin, and he clumsily started to push himself back up, only for him to catch the glint of an oncoming dagger. Reflexively raising his hand, it pierced clean through it and spilled his impossibly crimson blood onto the stage.

"GRYAAAH!" he howled in pain, clutching his hand.

But his screaming would not last long. When the blunted tendrils of void slammed into him, his voice cracked and caught in his throat, and his eyes rolled back into his head. His body spasmed sharply, and then, at last, he fell limp onto the stage.

The fight was over.

Slowly, cautiously, the uninjured security guards began to make their way back to the stage. Their weapons were raised, just in case there was any fight left in him.