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All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

I was going to wait until the rest of the Avengers had arrived before posting* again. Think of the horizontal line as a miniature time skip allowing people to wrap up their current interactions and still be at the Trisketillion or however you spell that.

EDIT: Stupid phone.

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

Mess Hall
October 31, 2025

S'tann S'tonn hates many things. It'd be much easier for him to state all everything he liked than for him to list off the many, many things he despised. Andy was one of those things he hated. He had a good reason why, of course. S'tann always had a reason for hating someone or something. Andy, besides being an obnoxious moron, could manipulate and materialize fire. Fire was the principle weakness of every Martian, a race S'tann was a proud part of. Even the most tame of open flames could cause S'tann unimaginable pain. He had to be on constant guard against entering rooms with candles unprepared. If a building had a fireplace, he made note not to enter it during the winter. S'tann also kept track of the locations of every fire extinguisher and source of water on the Corrigan campus, just in case the worst were to occur and he were caught on fire. He was a very careful alien. But Legacy could never acccount for Pyrokinetics like Andy and Nora. He could not control them; they were wildcards. Surprises. S'tann hated surprises.

So when that twat rolled up in his homemade Ghost Rider costume, his head ablaze, S'tann was understandably pissed off.

Like, a lot.

S'tann turned calmly toward Andy as the boy took a seat next to the Martian and placed his tray down on the lunch table. S'tann's face was completely blank and unreadable as he examined the other student. It wasn't until Legacy began to speak that his sheer unadulterated rage reared its ugly head. "I am not a violent man. I tend to turn the other cheek whenever someone brings an offense against me; after all, if I dish it out, I should be able to take it. I've made myself abundantly clear, however, what I will do to anyone who approaches me with an open flame. I have made every new student aware of this rule and I'm not afraid to remind the older ones. Even you, Andy. I've told you. And yet here we are. There are consequences for your actions, boy." Without any prior warning, the Martian Boy backhanded Andy in the chest. The teen superhero was struck with enough force to send him flying across the room and slamming against the opposite wall of the cafeteria. Rest assured, people noticed the commotion S'tann was making. Legacy stood from his seat and slowly floated into the air until Andy was within his sight once more. He made note of the cracked wall where Andy had hit. Perhaps S'tann had hit him too har- No. He had to teach this one a lesson.

"The first of these consequences? I whup your ass to kingdom come."

The Martian flew across the room and landed in front of Andrew Hughes. S'tann's fists were clenched, his fingers digging hard into his jade skin. This was different from the other times S'tann was angry. He usually made quite a scene when then, too. But he hadn't hit anyone. Not in a long, long time. The look on his face was different, too. Not one of disgust or disdain. But a look of pure, unbridled hatred. "On your feet!" S'tann roared. He stretched out one of his arms and backhanded the stunned Australian with enough force to send him sliding across the floor. S'tonn knew what he was doing. Andrew would, without a doubt, respond with his powers. He expected that much; and stood ready to dodge the oncoming cone of flame or fireball or whatever have you.

It was at this point that staff and students alike made their way over. Many told S'tann to stand down. Others cheered, their blood thirsty glee obvious. They wanted a fight. Those people disgusted the Martian. This was not a mere schoolyard brawl for their amusement. This was punishment for an offense that could not be forgiven. Not without violence, at the very least. S'tann had expected people to gather around. It was very likely one or more of them would get in his way. S'tann would try his best not to hurt those would-be heroes. They were only doing what was right. Not just in their own eyes, either. S'tann knew he was in the wrong. But he felt he needed to do this. Something in his blood told him that this was a necessary evil. So S'tann would stomach the punishment from the school. Whether it was another detention, community service or his expulsion from the school. He'd endure being outcasted by his peers, even more so than usual. He'd take it all in the name of justice.

Just like any Manhunter would.

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Mess Hall
October 31, 2025

S'tann S'tonn hates many things. It'd be much easier for him to state all everything he liked than for him to list off the many, many things he despised. Andy was one of those things he hated. He had a good reason why, of course. S'tann always had a reason for hating someone or something. Andy, besides being an obnoxious moron, could manipulate and materialize fire. Fire was the principle weakness of every Martian, a race S'tann was a proud part of. Even the most tame of open flames could cause S'tann unimaginable pain. He had to be on constant guard against entering rooms with candles unprepared. If a building had a fireplace, he made note not to enter it during the winter. S'tann also kept track of the locations of every fire extinguisher and source of water on the Corrigan campus, just in case the worst were to occur and he were caught on fire. He was a very careful alien. But Legacy could never acccount for Pyrokinetics like Andy and Nora. He could not control them; they were wildcards. Surprises. S'tann hated surprises.

So when that twat rolled up in his homemade Ghost Rider costume, his head ablaze, S'tann was understandably pissed off.

Like, a lot.

S'tann turned calmly toward Andy as the boy took a seat next to the Martian and placed his tray down on the lunch table. S'tann's face was completely blank and unreadable as he examined the other student. It wasn't until Legacy began to speak that his sheer unadulterated rage reared its ugly head. "I am not a violent man. I tend to turn the other cheek whenever someone brings an offense against me; after all, if I dish it out, I should be able to take it. I've made myself abundantly clear, however, what I will do to anyone who approaches me with an open flame. I have made every new student aware of this rule and I'm not afraid to remind the older ones. Even you, Andy. I've told you. And yet here we are. There are consequences for your actions, boy." Without any prior warning, the Martian Boy backhanded Andy in the chest. The teen superhero was struck with enough force to send him flying across the room and slamming against the opposite wall of the cafeteria. Rest assured, people noticed the commotion S'tann was making. Legacy stood from his seat and slowly floated into the air until Andy was within his sight once more. He made note of the cracked wall where Andy had hit. Perhaps S'tann had hit him too har- No. He had to teach this one a lesson.

"The first of these consequences? I whup your ass to kingdom come."

The Martian flew across the room and landed in front of Andrew Hughes. S'tann's fists were clenched, his fingers digging hard into his jade skin. This was different from the other times S'tann was angry. He usually made quite a scene when then, too. But he hadn't hit anyone. Not in a long, long time. The look on his face was different, too. Not one of disgust or disdain. But a look of pure, unbridled hatred. "On your feet!" S'tann roared. He stretched out one of his arms and backhanded the stunned Australian with enough force to send him sliding across the floor. S'tonn knew what he was doing. Andrew would, without a doubt, respond with his powers. He expected that much; and stood ready to dodge the oncoming cone of flame or fireball or whatever have you.

It was at this point that staff and students alike made their way over. Many told S'tann to stand down. Others cheered, their blood thirsty glee obvious. They wanted a fight. Those people disgusted the Martian. This was not a mere schoolyard brawl for their amusement. This was punishment for an offense that could not be forgiven. Not without violence, at the very least. S'tann had expected people to gather around. It was very likely one or more of them would get in his way. S'tann would try his best not to hurt those would-be heroes. They were only doing what was right. Not just in their own eyes, either. S'tann knew he was in the wrong. But he felt he needed to do this. Something in his blood told him that this was a necessary evil. So S'tann would stomach the punishment from the school. Whether it was another detention, community service or his expulsion from the school. He'd endure being outcasted by his peers, even more so than usual. He'd take it all in the name of justice.

Just like any Manhunter would.

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

EDIT: Starting more conflict, as per usual.

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

Hyperion could hear Miss America's heart as well as he heard her words. It beat fiercely, defying what came forth from her mouth. She was lying. Zhib-Ran hid his anger and disappointment well; only someone with his sort of...skills would be able to tell that anything was amiss. Milton offered the young heroine a smile and a nod. "Ah, well. Worth a try. Come, fly with me. I'm sure that Captain America wants to meet you in person, especially since you've chosen to accept our offer. He seemed most intrigued by you, miss." Hyperion casually stepped off the edge of the penthouse roof and took flight. He made sure to move slowly, so that the recruit could keep pace. A quiet beep in Hyperion's ear came from his communicator. He touched the device. "Go ahead." An agent began to explain. There was a change of plans, apparently. It would seem that Hawkeye's squad had gotten stuck fighting AIM and Milton was now being asked to test the Avengers team personally. The idea brought a small smirk to Zhib-Ran's face. Knowing he would need to face these humans once more in the near future, it made sense to get a feeling for their powers, skills and strategies now. If he knew how they operated, Hyperion could deal with them quite easily when the time came for his take over of earth. He thanked the operator on the other end for the information and turned to his companion to explain why they would be changing their flight course.

"We will be heading for the Triskellion. Cap ordered the team to meet up there for their evaluation. Fury wanted Hawkeye's squad to test you all, but apparently he's been caught up in more important business. So the task has been regulated to me." Hyperion realized that Miss America probably had no idea who Hawkeye was and decided to elaborate for her benefit. "Hawkeye is one of SHIELD's best agents and is indisputably the best marksmen on the planet. I've seen him shoot the wings off a fly from nearly a mile away and leave it alive. The crazy part? He did it with a bow."

Hyperion increased his speed as they continued to fly onward. He wanted to test Miss America's powers as much as he could. He was constantly evaluating, scanning and judging everyone he came across, but this was a special case. Miss America posed a unique threat to Hyperion's plans. If she were to reveal whatever she knew of him to Fury or the Captain, Hyperion's credibility might come into question. SHIELD could retaliate before Hyperion was truly ready. That could not occur.

Miss America would need to be dealt with soon. Very soon.

But not now. Too much suspicion would be cast on Milton if the girl vanished under his watch. That he could not afford either. Gah, intrigue was far too complicated for Zhib-Ran's tastes. If he had his way, he'd be marching into the United Nations and ordering this disgusting planet to bend the knee. But there were beings on this planet with extraordinary abilities. If they rallied together against Hyperion, there wasn't much the would-be tyrant could do to stop them. For now, he would need to wait. Play this game of lying and infiltrating. This was always Nighthawk's cup of tea; Hyperion was more a fan of hitting things.

---

The pair of superhumans landed right outside of the Triskellion. What was once known as Camp Leigh was now SHIELD's main base of operations. The flight had taken longer than usual, but they had arrived on schedule. The Quinjets full of SHIELD Agents were right behind them; they contained everyone found at the scene. Quentin and Kate were being brought in for questioning, while the rest had prison to look forward to. Hyperion walked towards the front door of the cylindrical building, passing by the statue of Steven Rogers, the original Captain America, as well as the flag of the United States of America that stood beside it. The front entrance was made entirely of glass. The windows allowed a clear view of the massive black eagle statue, which dominated the back of the lobby. Hyperion escorted Chavez past the main atrium and the reception and followed a weaving labyrinth of hallways and elevators until they finally arrived at a non-descript doorway.

Zhib-Ran punched a couple of buttons in and the door slid open. He motioned inside with his hand. "After you." Miss America stepped inside, Hyperion following behind her. he looked at the individuals within. They were the potential Avengers recruits. The heroes who would stand between him and victory. "My name is Hyperion. I'll be evaluating your combat skills and your ability to work as a team. Your first test starts...now." Hyperion's eyes lit up crimson and a pair of continuous beams of energy shot out from his retinas, heading right for Miss America.

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

I'm not going to bed before I get a Hyperion post up. That's a bloody promise.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

<Snipped quote by Raptorman>

:D

The Nightmare arc and the D-Day invasions were what really cemented my desire to join this RP. Everything was amazing, of course, but those two arcs stood out in my mind.

@Athinar

@Raptorman can definitely write, that's for sure.

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Hyperion could hear Miss America's heart as well as he heard her words. It beat fiercely, defying what came forth from her mouth. She was lying. Zhib-Ran hid his anger and disappointment well; only someone with his sort of...skills would be able to tell that anything was amiss. Milton offered the young heroine a smile and a nod. "Ah, well. Worth a try. Come, fly with me. I'm sure that Captain America wants to meet you in person, especially since you've chosen to accept our offer. He seemed most intrigued by you, miss." Hyperion casually stepped off the edge of the penthouse roof and took flight. He made sure to move slowly, so that the recruit could keep pace. A quiet beep in Hyperion's ear came from his communicator. He touched the device. "Go ahead." An agent began to explain. There was a change of plans, apparently. It would seem that Hawkeye's squad had gotten stuck fighting AIM and Milton was now being asked to test the Avengers team personally. The idea brought a small smirk to Zhib-Ran's face. Knowing he would need to face these humans once more in the near future, it made sense to get a feeling for their powers, skills and strategies now. If he knew how they operated, Hyperion could deal with them quite easily when the time came for his take over of earth. He thanked the operator on the other end for the information and turned to his companion to explain why they would be changing their flight course.

"We will be heading for the Triskellion. Cap ordered the team to meet up there for their evaluation. Fury wanted Hawkeye's squad to test you all, but apparently he's been caught up in more important business. So the task has been regulated to me." Hyperion realized that Miss America probably had no idea who Hawkeye was and decided to elaborate for her benefit. "Hawkeye is one of SHIELD's best agents and is indisputably the best marksmen on the planet. I've seen him shoot the wings off a fly from nearly a mile away and leave it alive. The crazy part? He did it with a bow."

Hyperion increased his speed as they continued to fly onward. He wanted to test Miss America's powers as much as he could. He was constantly evaluating, scanning and judging everyone he came across, but this was a special case. Miss America posed a unique threat to Hyperion's plans. If she were to reveal whatever she knew of him to Fury or the Captain, Hyperion's credibility might come into question. SHIELD could retaliate before Hyperion was truly ready. That could not occur.

Miss America would need to be dealt with soon. Very soon.

But not now. Too much suspicion would be cast on Milton if the girl vanished under his watch. That he could not afford either. Gah, intrigue was far too complicated for Zhib-Ran's tastes. If he had his way, he'd be marching into the United Nations and ordering this disgusting planet to bend the knee. But there were beings on this planet with extraordinary abilities. If they rallied together against Hyperion, there wasn't much the would-be tyrant could do to stop them. For now, he would need to wait. Play this game of lying and infiltrating. This was always Nighthawk's cup of tea; Hyperion was more a fan of hitting things.

---

The pair of superhumans landed right outside of the Triskellion. What was once known as Camp Leigh was now SHIELD's main base of operations. The flight had taken longer than usual, but they had arrived on schedule. The Quinjets full of SHIELD Agents were right behind them; they contained everyone found at the scene. Quentin and Kate were being brought in for questioning, while the rest had prison to look forward to. Hyperion walked towards the front door of the cylindrical building, passing by the statue of Steven Rogers, the original Captain America, as well as the flag of the United States of America that stood beside it. The front entrance was made entirely of glass. The windows allowed a clear view of the massive black eagle statue, which dominated the back of the lobby. Hyperion escorted Chavez past the main atrium and the reception and followed a weaving labyrinth of hallways and elevators until they finally arrived at a non-descript doorway.

Zhib-Ran punched a couple of buttons in and the door slid open. He motioned inside with his hand. "After you." Miss America stepped inside, Hyperion following behind her. he looked at the individuals within. They were the potential Avengers recruits. The heroes who would stand between him and victory. "My name is Hyperion. I'll be evaluating your combat skills and your ability to work as a team. Your first test starts...now." Hyperion's eyes lit up crimson and a pair of continuous beams of energy shot out from his retinas, heading right for Miss America.

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Somewhere in Lost Haven
Sometime later

"Thanks for your help, Brook. I appreciate it. Really."

Brooklyn Stone and Laura Smith stepped out of the small family owned coffee shop and onto the dirty streets of Lost Haven. The sun had begun to set and Laura wanted to get her longtime friend home safely before dark. Brooklyn had insisted she'd be fine; she had walked down this road a thousand times. She knew everyone who lived in the neighborhood. But Laura wouldn't budge an inch. Brooklyn begrudgingly accepted Boom's protection, but required that they pick up a couple of hot drinks on the way. "It's not a problem, L. Anytime." Miss Stone responded. But Laura was as persistent as always. "No, really. There isn't anyone else in the world who could do this for Harvey and I. We can't thank you enough." Brooklyn smiled and took a quick sip of her coffee. "You're welcome. I'm just glad to help. I feel like I'm making a difference, you know? I mean, making uniforms for firefighters and jet pilots is fun and all, but I've never been able to see the outcome. With you and Harv, though? Muggings have gone down in Chinatown by over 80% since Icon made his debut. They've had to expand the local prisons three times already and there still isn't enough room!"

Laura didn't know what to say. She was aware that her work was important, but she and her brother hadn't bothered to look at the statistics. There was never any time to pat themselves on the back. It was always 'go go go' in the Smith house. The heroine offered her friend a sincere smile. "It's nice to know our...whatever it is, isn't as useless as it feels." Brooklyn cocked her head in surprise. "What do you mean?" Laura took a long drink and shrugged. "Some days...Some days it seems like for every murderer we put away, twenty people die at Nightmare's hands. For every convenience store robbery we stop, Umbraxis massacres an entire church full of people. Muggers are simple, Laura. Just people being the scum of the earth we all expect them to be. But Umbraxis? Nightmare? How do we fight monsters, Brooklyn?" Brooklyn stopped in her tracks and took Laura by the hand. She looked her friend in the eyes and sighed. "No one blames you for what they do. You're good, Laura. Without Thunderbolt and Boom, Umbraxis would be feasting on the world. Without Icon, Lost Haven would've been crushed underneath a falling space station. Without heroes, I couldn't walk home at night without a taser in my purse. Trust me, you're doing the right thing."

Laura responded, but her words were lost to a sudden clamor of noise that filled the streets. The two women whipped their heads around, scanning the area for the source of the discord. Out of a nearby dark alleyway appeared a forty-three foot tall Tyrannosaurus Rex with tentacles for a face. "Holy shit." Brooklyn gasped in utter perplexity. "Run!" Laura screamed. Brooklyn did as she was told and took off down the road, looking for somewhere she could hide. Laura was about to run off for her costume when she noticed the gigantic lizard was chasing a teenage girl. Boom cursed under her breathe. She wouldn't be able to get her suit on and save whoever that was in time. Harvey could. She thought bitterly. Laura, in full civilian garb, dashed forwards toward the extinct beast. She grabbed Eva by the waste moments before the monstrosity chomped down on the girl and carried her to the end of the block. "Get out of here." Laura ordered quickly. She took off back to her apartment and tossed on her suit at super speed before exiting via the fire escape and heading back toward the action.

As the monstrous beast’s mandibles cracked open from underneath it’s mass of tentacles, just not more than ten minutes ago a thief had made off with cash from the First Bank Of Lost Haven cackling to himself and yelling to the Officers giving chase. “THIS IS SNOT; YOUR YEAR!! HAHAAH. YOU FOLLS WILL NEVER STOP - THE FLU MASTER!!” He ran down the streets plastering the path behind him with mucus blasters as a string of snot dangled from his nose and would continue to do so for some time. As it were he chose to run down the alleyways of the city and unfortunately this had him crossing paths with the tentacled abomination that towered over buildings causing him to stop dead in his tracks while his lower lip quivered in absolute fear. His knees shook - his grip loosened allowing the heavy bags of cash to crash to the concrete.

“Oh dear.” He said just as the beast turned its head to meet his gaze. Without a word he immediately began dashing in the opposite direction his feet struggling to gain their footing on the slick snow covered ground. Eva charged into the beast cursing this Merlin as she began to slash at its hind legs as the Villain ran back into the main street only to be greeted by a handful of Police Officers their jaws agape upon seeing the creature rear its head upwards. “What are you doing fools! Get me out of here! Arrest me! Let us leave this instant!!” Flu Master screamed while he still had the chance, the Officers nodded as one called his superiors while the rest rushed to secure the scene and lead the bank robber away in cuffs.

Boom appeared on the scene once more, striking the T-Rex's leg with all the force and momentum she'd built up by running from one side of the city to the other. The dinosaur staggered at the power of the blow, letting out a terrifying roar noting its pain and anger. Boom glanced over at the sword-wielding hero, who turned out to be the girl she'd rescued minutes earlier. "Is everyone in is damn city a cape?!" The speedster began running around the Tyrannosaurus's legs, striking at them with thousands of rapid kicks and punches. The creature struck at her multiple times but lacked the speed and coordination to land any of its attacks. In its frustration the reptile turned to Eva once more and attempted to bite her in half. "Look out!" Boom warned. Suddenly and without warning, the ground shook beneath their feet. It was a familiar feeling for Laura; something she had come to recognize since the defeat of Umbraxis.

Thunderbolt was coming.

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Somewhere in Lost Haven
Sometime later

"Thanks for your help, Brook. I appreciate it. Really."

Brooklyn Stone and Laura Smith stepped out of the small family owned coffee shop and onto the dirty streets of Lost Haven. The sun had begun to set and Laura wanted to get her longtime friend home safely before dark. Brooklyn had insisted she'd be fine; she had walked down this road a thousand times. She knew everyone who lived in the neighborhood. But Laura wouldn't budge an inch. Brooklyn begrudgingly accepted Boom's protection, but required that they pick up a couple of hot drinks on the way. "It's not a problem, L. Anytime." Miss Stone responded. But Laura was as persistent as always. "No, really. There isn't anyone else in the world who could do this for Harvey and I. We can't thank you enough." Brooklyn smiled and took a quick sip of her coffee. "You're welcome. I'm just glad to help. I feel like I'm making a difference, you know? I mean, making uniforms for firefighters and jet pilots is fun and all, but I've never been able to see the outcome. With you and Harv, though? Muggings have gone down in Chinatown by over 80% since Icon made his debut. They've had to expand the local prisons three times already and there still isn't enough room!"

Laura didn't know what to say. She was aware that her work was important, but she and her brother hadn't bothered to look at the statistics. There was never any time to pat themselves on the back. It was always 'go go go' in the Smith house. The heroine offered her friend a sincere smile. "It's nice to know our...whatever it is, isn't as useless as it feels." Brooklyn cocked her head in surprise. "What do you mean?" Laura took a long drink and shrugged. "Some days...Some days it seems like for every murderer we put away, twenty people die at Nightmare's hands. For every convenience store robbery we stop, Umbraxis massacres an entire church full of people. Muggers are simple, Laura. Just people being the scum of the earth we all expect them to be. But Umbraxis? Nightmare? How do we fight monsters, Brooklyn?" Brooklyn stopped in her tracks and took Laura by the hand. She looked her friend in the eyes and sighed. "No one blames you for what they do. You're good, Laura. Without Thunderbolt and Boom, Umbraxis would be feasting on the world. Without Icon, Lost Haven would've been crushed underneath a falling space station. Without heroes, I couldn't walk home at night without a taser in my purse. Trust me, you're doing the right thing."

Laura responded, but her words were lost to a sudden clamor of noise that filled the streets. The two women whipped their heads around, scanning the area for the source of the discord. Out of a nearby dark alleyway appeared a forty-three foot tall Tyrannosaurus Rex with tentacles for a face. "Holy shit." Brooklyn gasped in utter perplexity. "Run!" Laura screamed. Brooklyn did as she was told and took off down the road, looking for somewhere she could hide. Laura was about to run off for her costume when she noticed the gigantic lizard was chasing a teenage girl. Boom cursed under her breathe. She wouldn't be able to get her suit on and save whoever that was in time. Harvey could. She thought bitterly. Laura, in full civilian garb, dashed forwards toward the extinct beast. She grabbed Eva by the waste moments before the monstrosity chomped down on the girl and carried her to the end of the block. "Get out of here." Laura ordered quickly. She took off back to her apartment and tossed on her suit at super speed before exiting via the fire escape and heading back toward the action.

As the monstrous beast’s mandibles cracked open from underneath it’s mass of tentacles, just not more than ten minutes ago a thief had made off with cash from the First Bank Of Lost Haven cackling to himself and yelling to the Officers giving chase. “THIS IS SNOT; YOUR YEAR!! HAHAAH. YOU FOLLS WILL NEVER STOP - THE FLU MASTER!!” He ran down the streets plastering the path behind him with mucus blasters as a string of snot dangled from his nose and would continue to do so for some time. As it were he chose to run down the alleyways of the city and unfortunately this had him crossing paths with the tentacled abomination that towered over buildings causing him to stop dead in his tracks while his lower lip quivered in absolute fear. His knees shook - his grip loosened allowing the heavy bags of cash to crash to the concrete.

“Oh dear.” He said just as the beast turned its head to meet his gaze. Without a word he immediately began dashing in the opposite direction his feet struggling to gain their footing on the slick snow covered ground. Eva charged into the beast cursing this Merlin as she began to slash at its hind legs as the Villain ran back into the main street only to be greeted by a handful of Police Officers their jaws agape upon seeing the creature rear its head upwards. “What are you doing fools! Get me out of here! Arrest me! Let us leave this instant!!” Flu Master screamed while he still had the chance, the Officers nodded as one called his superiors while the rest rushed to secure the scene and lead the bank robber away in cuffs.

Boom appeared on the scene once more, striking the T-Rex's leg with all the force and momentum she'd built up by running from one side of the city to the other. The dinosaur staggered at the power of the blow, letting out a terrifying roar noting its pain and anger. Boom glanced over at the sword-wielding hero, who turned out to be the girl she'd rescued minutes earlier. "Is everyone in is damn city a cape?!" The speedster began running around the Tyrannosaurus's legs, striking at them with thousands of rapid kicks and punches. The creature struck at her multiple times but lacked the speed and coordination to land any of its attacks. In its frustration the reptile turned to Eva once more and attempted to bite her in half. "Look out!" Boom warned. Suddenly and without warning, the ground shook beneath their feet. It was a familiar feeling for Laura; something she had come to recognize since the defeat of Umbraxis.

Thunderbolt was coming.