[h1][center]Thundercloud[/center][/h1]

Thundercloud, by his nature, was not a deep thinker. Usually applying enough electricity to a problem solved it. And yet, when some random girl walked in and said what he could only guess was a bad attempt at humor, he had to take a moment to figure out what the hell was going on while he finished his chips. No sense letting those go to waste, right?

Apparently someone else disagreed, as he heard some weaboo shout gibberish Asian words before throwing fire at him. Thundercloud thought he heard someone else too, but he didn’t see anyone, so he shrugged it off. The attack had hit his suit and chips, causing a few of the “cotton balls” to lose some of their form as if they absorbed the damage, while the bag of snack food was destroyed entirely. It did hurt a bit, but the villain was more annoyed than in pain. What was [i]with[/i] these nuts? Mmm, some salted nuts sounded good right now. After whatever this is was done, he’d have to get some from the machine, Thundercloud thought.

He got up from his chair in time to see some other girl arrive. How in the world did this one get here? Thundercloud had a feeling someone else was here as well; this was confirmed when he heard gunshots and another person entering. He even noticed small plastic bits that made a trail leading to a desk; Thundercloud grinned, as if he was a genius for noticing someone was hiding behind the desk and that somehow there were heroes alive who wanted to stop him.

The smoke had fully cleared by now, giving one of the Storm Troopers easy access to his leader. “Loading’s done. Orders, boss?” he asked.

“Get the truck and move. Have the others come here.” He vaguely gestured to the motley crew of “heroes” as if to illustrate why. He was sure he could kill these things himself, but 11 of his men would be a good backup plan.

The Trooper nodded in response and ran off, ready to fulfill his orders.

Thundercloud was about to speak up again, but he was interrupted by the ding of an elevator.

	"[color=899499]It's time for justice, and his name is MidKnight.[/color]"

The evil man could only roll his eyes as he briefly addressed the relative newcomer. “Whatever, Hot Topic.” Turning back to face Robin, Thundercloud decided to respond in kind. “Hey Chinaman, I can do that too. Ching! Chong! Ping! Pong! Ding! Dong!” With each racist sound, he pushed his palms forward, blasting a burst of electricity at Robin and the heroes near him, including the one hiding behind a desk. That would be enough to kill them, right?

“Told ya,” he concluded, casually shooting a blast of electricity behind him at Kane like he was an afterthought.

Yeah, some nuts sounded good right now.