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

Unbelievable. Not only did the rainbow fag dodge his most recent hit, some leftover weaboo shields had protected the other girl. At least they were gone now.

“[color=ed1c24]'[i]Thunder[/i][/color][color=f7941d][i]cloud.[/i][/color] "[color=fff200]Maybe it should be 'S[/color][color=00a651]kittles'... cuz you're about to ta[/color][color=00aeef]ste the rainbow.[/color]"

Wow, just when Hot Topic couldn’t get any lamer, he went ahead and said that. Not only that, but nothing happened! Some Skittles sounded good right now though. Did the vending machine have any of those?

Oh, right. Gotta focus. The guy with homo rainbow powers was trying to do something, though Thundercloud wasn’t sure what. His glowy powerup showed a little promise, but apparently all this fruit could do is talk. Not that he minded, of course. This shit got old an hour ago. While the dead man’s girlfriend talked to the woman on the ground, Thundercloud started charging another attack. He’d kill the queer first, then focus on-

"[color=899499]...the brig[/color][i][b][color=ed1c24]HTER T[/color][color=f7941d]HE R[/color][color=fff200]AINBOW[color=ec008c]WW![/color][/color][/b][/i]"

[i]Wait, what was-[/i]

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!” the villain yelled, letting his electricity loose at random targets out of figurative shock. Thundercloud put his hands on his eyes, rubbing them desperately in an attempt to reduce the pain.

“I’LL KILL ALL YOU SUPERS! FUCK!”

In his rage and blindness, the fat man was unable to see what any of the heroes were doing, but he did decide to power up yet another attack for when things returned to normal. He also didn’t see that one of his random strikes was heading straight for Kestrel.

[h1][center]Downtown Lafayette City[/center][/h1]

Meanwhile, outside near the Lafayette Financial Building, the police were having a difficult time with things. Though a few of the Storm Troopers had uncharacteristically surrendered, more than enough had arrived to take their place. It was a bloody battle; many cops had fallen and more likely would as time passed. But the weather-themed soldiers were going down as well.

And then, suddenly, the remaining ones stopped fighting. The cops could hear their conversation briefly:

“Why are we out here?”

“Weren’t we supposed to be inside?”

“What’s going on?”

And other questions of that nature.

The police weren’t really interested in the nature of their enemy’s orders though; whether it was the execution of a proper strategy or the desire to see their fallen avenged, they took advantage of the momentary lull to strike, shooting the storm troopers with a surge of bullets. Now, with only three members left, the electric-themed adversaries decided enough was enough.

“We surrender,” one said as they all put their hands in the air and dropped their weapons.