C A P T A I N M A R V E L
C A P T A I N M A R V E L
New York, Just outside F.E.A.S.T.
As the Troll grabbed its hand, holding it and roaring great belches of flames into the air as Bailey realized that its hand was mangled by his punch. He looked at his own fist and then at the troll. He seemed to be... Well, that Strength of Hercules they mentioned wasn't kidding. Crouching low, his old instinct taking over as he jumped up to try and kick it in the face. Unfortunately, he didn't quite understand JUST how much more power he had, colliding with its jaw and rocketting into the air several thousand feet into the air, Bailey and the Troll hung in the air for a few seconds, staring directly at each other, the Troll began falling, flailing wildly. Bailey watched it drop, but quickly realized he wasn't falling either. He looked around at himself. His cape billowing in the wind.
"Flight? I can fly? I'm just like War Machine!" He laughed, before hearing the scream of the troll. Watching it drop, he saw the terror in its face. Flying down, he flew under the troll, his hands making contact with its searing flesh to hold it up. It hurt, but not much. It just felt like holding a hot water bottle. The troll flailed about wildly.
"Look, i'm trying to save your life, can you STOP squirming?" As they neared the ground, he put extra strength into his flight to hold the Troll up, before landing in the middle of Central Park, putting the troll down carefully. He hung in the air for a second, looking at the confused troll, who looked up at him.
Maybe the creature was lost? Maybe it was alone just like he was. Maybe it had lashed out instead of trying to find its way. It opened its mouth as if to say something, before a stream of searing flame belched from its jaws and engulfed Bailey. He tried to kick off the ground instinctively, but being that there was no ground beneath his feet, he was instead engulfed by the flames. Pain seared across his body, but not badly. Less "OH MY GOD I'M ON FIRE!!!" and more "Ow, that pavement is a little too hot on my bare feet." As the flames subsided and the 2 beings stared at each other, Bailey looked down at his suit and hands, not a single singe or scorch mark at all. The Troll looked rather dumbfounded, scratching it's head before belching another burst of flames at Bailey in an attempt to just double-check that that didn't work. The flames once again harmlessly engulfed him, before dissipating. Bailey looked back at the Troll. He may not be a Spider-Boy anymore, but damn if he didn't like these new powers. He quickly wondered why he was able to instinctively fly, being that he had previ- Oh, of course, the Wisdom of Solomon that the wizard had mentioned. Wait, why did he know th- DUH! The Wisdom of Solomon that the wizard had mentioned. It was clearly allowing him to analyze his own powers at a greatly increased rate, as well as telling him how to use them, but then... You know what, at this point, Bailey was just going to assume that the Wisdom was the one answering all of his questions and get back to the matter at hand.
The Troll raised its fist to try and punch him again, but then looked at it's mangled arm and thought for a second
"Look, do you REALLY want to try that again?" Bailey asked, slowly descending to the ground. The Troll seemed to think for a second, before, instead of punching, bringing it's fist down like a hammer on Bailey, how instinctively jumped out of the way and into the side of a nearby tree. Now, normally, he would have jumped off of the tree using his inertia to make a counter attack, the way mentor, Ezekial, had taught him to. Unfortunately, due to his new body's makeup, instead, he smashed straight through the tree, sending splinters flying into the bushes, before landing and rolling on the grass. He quickly pushed himself up again.
"Ok, i've gotta learn to stop doing that." At this point, the Troll had walked over to smash him again with the hammer-fist, but Bailey ignored the instinct to jump out of the way and instead put both hands up, grabbing the fist, absorbing the kinetic force into his body and down into the ground, preventing another smash.
"Why are you even doing this?" He asked. He then used his strength to pull the creature up, off the ground, flipping it over him and essentially suplexing it into the ground.
"Why are you attacking me and this City?" He asked. The troll sat, gasping for air for a second, the wind being taken out of it by the flip. Bailey dusted the crusty mud off of his new suit as he approached the creature.
"Omoth durat guleruth ushug athrevenakum ushhuth hakanmar thuralker'akun duttacuku inibag ushhuth asheul." It spoke.
"Prevent the Land-Walker's attack on the Sea? Who's that?" He asked. He was about to question why he even understood such a bizar series of sounds, before remembering the Wisdom again and vowing to stop questioning everything.
"Yotu duruth ushhuth hakand-walkerakun. Gorotu thurhug athlabag ushug ishestrozag dulrag ushhosuth thurhug hakivuth shrakeneatarg ushhuth thuraveakun." It responded, getting to its feet again.
"Who says i'm going to attack anyone? I only hit you because you tried to kill my friend." Bailey pouted.
"thuth iniceabag dol-inor ushellakun glogzag glogasteum ushhaakum ushhosuth inibag hakanmar ishrearat iniir ushhuth isheatarg iniir dulrag gubag ushhuth iniceabag. Iniuum glogasteum inirderakun ushhaakum thuruth ishestroy, inium shrakuth ishestroyemar." It replied looking down at him.
"Wait... Who's the King of the Ocean and who's this Master you have?" He looked up at the troll and recognized the words flowing from its mouth.
"Madam Monstrosity demands your destruction!""You... You're just doing what you were told to, aren't you?" He asked, sitting down and putting his hands up.
"I get it. I used to have other powers. Not like this, i used to be a Spider-creature. I was kidnapped by a bad person who took my mom and me and tried to turn us into weapons to use. I don't know how i got free, but i did. Mom wasn't so lucky. But the point i'm trying to make is that, just because a bad person makes you do bad things, doesn't make you a bad person too." He got up and guestured to the clothes and cape.
"I mean, look at this body, these clothes? I was chosen to use this power because someone decided i wasn't a bad person, despite me being made to do bad things." The Troll frowned at him.
"Mzag glogasteum guakun guluoakum azvirag. Glogzag glogasteum guakun Dol-Karaku, ushhuth dulreaakum guiruth ushrolrag. Dunmar guluth dunswerakun ushhuth duncienakum athacakum iniir Atlantiakun." It replied, standing up, it's rock-like hands beginning to repair as the fires within it melted the stone and reforged it.
"ATLANTIS???" He asked. Well, then again, he was running around here after getting the powers of Zeus from an ancient wizard. Why was confirmation of the existence of the Lost City of Atlantis suddenly going to be the straw that broke the camel's back?
"What do you mean "Ancient Pact"? Why would a bunch of Mermaids care about what we're doing up on the surface?" He asked, before remembering that PSA he had seen about the massive oil spills, the Trash Island the size of Texas out in the Pacific and the microplastics.
"I... I mean, what SPECIFICALLY do they have a problem with?""Thuth dol-inor iniir ushhuth iniceabag ushellakun glogzag glogasteum ushhaakum ushhuth ininuth ilallemar Arthur thurilrag shrakrinor thuraum ushhuth hakikeakun iniir thurhicarg gorotu ilannoakum guathorat ushug dutlantiakun dunmar glogzag glogasteum thurilrag shrakuth ushhuth ininuth thurhug thurilrag shrakuth ishisturbemar shrakzag ushhiakun glogosakum iniir dulrag." It replied.
"Oh crud, Arthur? Like, as in the Ancient King with the magic sword? Buddy, you're in the wrong time, wrong place. That guys been dead for over a thousand years... And he lived on the other side of the Atlantic, why are you attacking here?" He asked. I mean, why not? Zeus, Atlantis, why not throw King Arthur into the mix as well?
"Omoth dol-noiz guluoakum iniir dubag duncienakum dol-ing, shrakuakum ininuth ilallemar durthuum hakiveakun gubag ushhiakun athlacuth ilallemar shrakrooklybag dunmar thurilrag shrakrinor dubag lugnendinor thuraum ushug glogzag glogasteum dunmar ushhuth dol-inor iniir dutlantiakun. Guoum dulrag iniir iniuum ashakes, durthuum glogusakum shrakuth ishestroyemar." It said. At this point, a few onlookers had gathered to see the guy in Red Spandex talk with the enormous creature.
"Ok, so, we need to find this Arthur guy and get his side of the story. Gimme one second. He turned to the onlookers
Look, people, can we please disburse?" Bailey shouted to the people gathering around.
"He doesn't seem like a bad guy, but that doesn't mean you are all safe here. Please leave... PLEASE go somewhere safer." He cupped his hands around his mouth to yell louder.
"Ok Superman!""You idiot, that's Red Tornado!""Red Tornado? Where's the helmet? He's got the lightning bolt on his chest, it's Thunderhead.""No, i'm not any of them i'm Sp..." He stopped for a second.
"I'm Sha-" Wait, the old man said that his name gave him power but also stripped it, meaning if he said the name again, he'd go back to normal.
"I'm... I'm gonna get back to you on that.""Gonna get back to you on that? That's a terrible hero name. Why not Lightning Guy?""Shut it, moron, he means he hasn't thought of a name yet.""Who you calling moron?!" *Thock*"WHY YOU-" *Pow*"No, please do not start fighting..." Bailey sighed and then looked at the Fire Troll. Ok, so maybe they were right about the surface being dangerous.
"So, can we just keep calm and maybe find this Arthur guy?""Mzag dol-ibag gulavuth dulreadzag guounmar gulirat. Inincuth guluth guakun ishestroyed, thuruth thurilrag uleturbag ushug ushhuth ishepthakun.""NO, DON'T DESTROYT HIM!" He cried.
"This could be a big misunderstanding!" The Troll turned and looked towards where the smoke was billowing in the distance.
"Omoth glogusakum inibezag glogzag glogasteum. Guakum guakun iniuum ishutzag.""Ok, duty and honour, i get it, but i am not going to let you hurt someone before i know if they're ACTUALLY guilty. And you can't get to him through me." He looked the Troll in the eyes.
"But your master will not allow you to sit this one out, will he?" Bailey asked. He looked around, He needed to go help this Arthur guy, whoever he was, but he couldn't leave this guy here, he could hurt people, or his master could hurt him with his magics... Wait, magics, he knew Magic, his body was made of it. How did he kn- WISDOM! STOP ASKING! Ok, so maybe... He knelt down and picked up a handful of dirt.
"Sorry about this, big guy, Skoni Ypnou" He blew into the pile of dirt in his hands and it began to glow golden, he then threw it at the face of the Troll. It tried to cover its face, but the ashy dirt simply bent around its fingers and flew straight up its nose. The Troll Sneezed a great plume of fire, before its eyes drooped, growing heavy, before falling backwards onto the grass, unconscious, but clearly breathing. A great, gutteral snore escaped its nose, like a jackhammer on a sidewalk.
"Well, the Groundskeeper is going to want to rip me a new one, but that's a thoroughly disarmed Fire Troll." He patted his hands together to get the dusty dirt off of them. He put his arm out again to websling away, before cursing that reflex action and then concentrating hard on lifting into the air. It seemed everything was easier to do on instinct than as a concerted effort. Slowly, he raised into the air, fluctuating speed, before beginning to fly towards the large plumes of smoke and large storm clouds near the East River, a little shakily.
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