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Heroes Reborn: Year Six (OPEN)

10:25, Febuary 14th
Downtown, Central City

Arsenal had just about run out of questions, and there was not a crime in town. Looks like it was time to end the stream. He'd leave the city first thing tomorrow.

"And that concludes our broadcast day. Tune in next time, where I'll probably actually do something. Laters."

He switched off his camera and ended the stream on his phone. Well, this entire experience has been disappointing. Maybe Hub City will prove to be more exciting, what with the mob ties over there...

AMBUSH

Arsenal quickly dove off the unit he was resting on, rolling away, and quickly took aim behind him. Nobody. Huh. Where could that have come from...

"The bag and your money."

A voice echoed from the empty street below. Arsenal peered over and found the source: some dude in a generic cheap-ass stocking mask, holding a revolver. Said revolver was pointed at a woman who appeared to be a college student, backpack and all. Great, some action just when he ended the stream. Arsenal readied an arrow, intending to finish this guy quick.

"No."

Wait, what?

Arsenal could sense the crook's confusion as well.

"... But... I have a gun."

"So?"

Wow. Velocity must be pretty efficient if citizens just act so nonchalant. Really, trying to mug someone in this city is pretty dumb, but you'd expect a little more worry from someone at gunpoint.

"That means you have to do what I ask."

"Yeah, I don't feel like it."

At that point, the crook started to falter. It was pretty clear that he wasn't actually intending to use the gun, and that he definitely wasn't expecting any resistance, let alone a brush off like this... on second look, is that gun even loaded?

The lady yawned and started to walk away. Either this was the bluff of a lifetime or she actually had no fear at all.

"Go home and rethink your life, dude."

I can respect the nerves, I suppose. 'Guess I'll go easy on this guy.

Arsenal switched out his arrow for his latest trick arrow, firing at the mugger. The arrow split open midair, a bag inside quickly expanding and the foam within hardening in an instant. It hit the back of the man's head with great force, and an audible CLONK sound, knocking him out before he collapsed.

The archer slid down a nearby pipe back to ground-level, walking over to the unconscious man and taking his gun. He said a small comment, mostly to himself.

"... I'll just, uh... Be taking this. Thanks."

Heroes Reborn: Year Six (OPEN)

10:20pm, Febuary 14th
Downtown, Central City

Arsenal sat on top of an AC unit, as he overlooked the city from the rooftops. He'd decided to stay in this major capital for a few days, hoping to catch a glimpse of one of the greats: Velocity. One of the original costumed heroes. He'd been starting his streams earlier each day to have a chance of seeing the OG in action, but no such luck. And with the city having such a low crime rate, he was stuck with the petty crime. His fans were getting bored, and so was he.

At the moment, he was currently in the middle of a Q/A session with his stream, looking at questions his fans sent in from his phone.

"How do I come up with my arrows? Uhhh... It sorta just comes to me. Sometimes, I think, 'What could I have used in the last fight?' And sorta go from there. I'm pretty smart, I guess."

As he scrolled through the questions, his mind started to wander a bit. He sorta expected meeting all these cool people on the tour, and he has (LB is proof of that), but he was kind of expecting to meet actual heroes. Maybe glean some advice off them, or bond over the same goals and hopefully not go to jail. So far, he's just met fans. And that's cool, just...

He snapped back to reality.

"Oh, right, um, next question..."

Adventure! - Stories of different worlds and realities (Private)

Hawke growled a little internally at the Warden's voice. Of course he's far from any danger, like the coward he is. Hawke's gut was telling him that there'd be a trap waiting for them (or, at least, him) on floor 25. He wasn't sure, but it was their only option. What he was sure of, however, is that they aren't taking his sword this time. Not while there's still enemies to slay. He could FEEL Aether thirsting for death after such a long time...

Suddenly, just as the bugs broke through the door, the noble girl behind him dashed past him, as the Fox-Boy loosed a crossbow bolt and several needles with great accuracy. The noble girl then proceeded to slice one damn near in half and inspect it like a medical study for a moment. It was in this moment Hawke knew he could not have finer allies.

"Usual crap then. Kris and Diana upfront, Macey and I will back you up. Big guy, do whatever it is you do."

"Say no more."

Hawke charged forward as well, his massive blade nearly scratching the ground as he held it behind him. With one great diagonal slash, Aether cleaved right through two of the bugs like a hot knife through butter. He wasn't sure if he needed to destroy the brain on these things like proper undead, being an infection rather than magic and all, but it'd sure as hell cripple them.

Heroes Reborn: Year Six (OPEN)

6:05 AM, Febuary 10th
Keystone-Central Bullet Train

Leo gave out a loud, drawn-out yawn. Man, last night was tiring. Defintely going to prepare better next time he raids some criminal HQ. Didn't get back to the motel until 2:30. Got plenty of donations, though, so at least the fans were happy. The Hornet's Nest arrow proved pretty effective as well, if indifferent to it's intended target. What's that saying about who a grenade is being addressed to?

Well, either way, he's only slept 2 hours. Had to catch the first train to Central to avoid large crowds. Less people meant less of a chance of losing or accidentally spilling and displaying his Arsenal equipment he'd packed. He could sleep when he booked a motel in Central.

Actually, the train's going to be a bit until it arrives maybe he can just take a quick nap...

"In other news, a massive explosion appeared today in downtown Keystone, at about 1:30AM."

Oh, look. The news caught up with him. Leo opened his eyes and watched the TV screen positioned above the doors of the train, listening to the anchor of WKEY-TV News.

"The explosion occured at a local rented office space pictured onscreen. It was on the 35th floor, rented by an anonymous organization. The explosion covered the main reception room of that gloor, as well as partially destroying the floor above it. In the aftermath, firefighters uncovered many wounded men, some killed in the explosion. They also uncovered both remains and partially intact forms of various military grade weapons and ammunition. It appeared that this organization was subtley smuggling guns and other weapons to sell on underground markets."

Another score for the good guys, bad guys nil.

The picture besides the man's head, having shifted from the building and the guns, now changes to a picture of Arsenal himself.

"The police have not given a formal statement regarding the cause, but various online sources state that Vigilante and Social Media star, Arsenal, was behind the assault. Some sites have clips of the masked archer storming his way through an office building, but the police have neither confirmed nor denied his involvement. Evidence suggests otherwise, however, as one of our contacts inform us that many of the injured sport arrow wounds. We'll have more for you after the break, so stay tuned."

Leo smiles and checks his phone, happy at the amount of new followers his social media accounts are getting due to last night's events. He updates his status.

"Just saw my beautiful self broadcast on WKEY-TV. They should've gotten a picture that shows off my good side lmao"

Aaaand sent. That should help. And now for some much needed rest...

"Have you ever heard the stories of Atlantis?"

Leo can't help but open his eyes and pay attention. He forgets that the mythical city of Atlantis is actually a thing from time-to-time.

"In most tales, Atlantis is seen as an academical powerhouse, said to be housing the greatest minds man has ever seen. And to be honest, the stories are true. Here at the University of Poseidonis, you can see for yourself. Here, we accept the best and brightest from around the globe. Even if you're not the fastest fish in the sea, we also cater to those wishing to improve."

Leo stares in silence at the advertisement as it shows pictures of the school grounds, students relaxing and studying, and professors mid-lecture.

"If you seek higher learning, then come apply to Poseidonis. Atlantis awaits!"

As the commercial ends and another begins, Leo sits in own thoughts. College. Before all this, it's what he'd wanted most to do. Go to College, earn a few degrees, make his parents proud as he became a great scolar, or Scientist, or even an Astronaut as his younger self had thought a few times.

But then a completely random mugging ripped his dreams in half.

He was so struck with grief, he forsake his scolarships and ran off to the army, to vent his feelings. After they made him a highly-effective tool of combat, he came back and became... this. Some punk in a mask who thinks he can make a difference. But has he?

What would things be like if he'd just... moved on, unfazed by his parents' death, and went to college? Would things be any different?

What would his parents think if they saw him now?

... No, No. This is just the lack of sleep making his brain second-guess himself. Of course he's making a difference. Less criminals on the street means less crime. Star City is a prime example of that. He's the face of underdog heroes everywhere. People look up to him to stop crime, because nobody else can or will. His parents would be proud that their legacy lives on as a motive for justice.

Shut up, brain. You're tired. Go to sleep.

An excellent idea. Leo rests his head back on his seat, getting into a comfortable position, before slowly closing his eyes...

"Now approaching Central City Station. Please remain where you are until the train has come to a full stop."

Leo opens his eyes.

Ffff-fuck me.

Adventure! - Stories of different worlds and realities (Private)

Hawke was caught off guard at first by the woman speaking foriegn words in a guttural tone, proceeding to shout something at the door. When he saw the frost magic escape her mouth, though, he'd panicked.

"NONONONO, WAIT-"

But the magic had already covered the door, breaking the protective runes and setting off the trap. He recoiled a bit from the sound of flames exploding from the door, incinerating whatever was outside it. Good for now, but the protective element was done for. He was sort of hoping for the bugs to set it off by themselves...

He had no time to complain, though, because more of the freaks were trying to get in from the window. Similarly protected, those windows wouldn't break any time soon, but the trap would go off before they came too close. He had to gear up.

The small one had grabbed the keys and taken the liberty of opening the armory. Good form. She proceeded to go on a speech about survival and victory in the face of danger, something akin to that of a superior officer. If she wasn't some sort of noble, he didn't know what was. He wasn't paying attention, though, helping himself to some nice flexible leather armor, making sure to cover his chest and arms with some durable plate.

Having finished her little speech, the small noble spoke to him.

"Sir will you give us aid in this battle? If it's not too much to ask."

Hawke responded as if the answer was obvious.

"Well, I'd like to get out of here as much as you. Seeing as there's no other way down, I suppose I could lend a hand."

As he adjusted his armor, he felt a tug on his leg. It was that other psuedo-noble, grabbing at his pants to gain attention like a small child. How adorable. She pointed at the bug outside the window.

"... Were they human...?"

Hawke sighed as he gave an answer.

"... 'Were' is the keyword. They're not human anymore. I recommend that you avoid getting hurt by these things, unless you feel like joining them."

He grabbed Aether and prepared himself for the beasts to rush them. He started to grin slightly in the face of his first real battle in years.

"... If you're scared, you can get behind me and stay out of my way."

Overlord - Glory in a new World

I dunno. There's more money than usual.

Heroes Reborn: Year Six (OPEN)

11:50 PM, January 30th, 2026
Las Vegas, Nevada

Ah, good ol' Las Vegas. Lots of pretty bright lights and loud noises to distract people from the darker underbelly. And, boy, was this underbelly giving Arsenal a workout. For the past week or so, it's been back-to-back crime sprees. Your normal stuff like muggings and robberies, but then a bit of drug lab raids and gang-related shootouts. Leo's mornings were completely devoted to making more arrows to compensate with all the ones he'd been using up. But the amount of BANK he was making with this amount of stream time was immense, especially with that new code putting a stop to premature ends.

He even saw a few of his fans on the strip, when they saw him on a rooftop and called out. Sure, they were stream-sniping, but Arsenal didn't sense any malicious intent, so it was cool. Always nice to meet a few fans, sign some stuff.

It was just about the end of the broadcast. Arsenal hadn't found anything for a solid half an hour, and he was starting to run low on arrows from the last few run-ins. He took the camera off the chest harness and turned it to him, addressing the fans.

"Ah, jeez, that was a fun time, don't you guys think? Bringing bad dudes the taste of justice with a high-powered bow never gets old. That being said, nobody's showing up, and I'm running a bit low on arrows. So, without further ado, I hearby end-"

An explosion goes off a few blocks behind him, the camera catching the light and smoke. People are heard screaming in droves. Arsenal looks in the general direction of the commotion and turns back to the camera.

"... Well, nevermind, I guess."

He re-equips the camera and starts booking it over to where the screams are coming from, leaping from rooftop to rooftop. After a few minutes, he finds the source: a lot of debris covering what used to be the entrance to a hotel/casino named "The Tops". People were wounded, trapped under rubble, or just dead. Arsenal could hear the sirens in the distance as he made his way to the side of the building.

The emergency door on this side, surprisingly, was sealed, seemingly welded shut. That doesn't bode well. Arsenal started climbing the side of the building, grabbing nooks and crannies in the architecture, before making it to a hotel room balcony. As he climbs over and heads in, he makes a snide remark.

"Well, this might be a challenge..."

---

12:00 Midnight
The Tops Hotel and Casino, Second Floor

Arsenal opens the hotel room door and steps out into the hallway. Looked deserted enough. People were probably spooked. Arsenal walks towards the elevator and narrates to the camera.

"Looks like we're about to get into the action soon. Don't know what we're gonna find, but it sounds extremely dangerous. Again, I'll ask the children and faint of heart to stop watching at this point."

He unholsters one of his pistols and presses the elevator button. After a short bit of waiting, it opens, revealing 5 armed men in body armor with bandanas covering half their faces. There's a short pause as Arsenal and the 5 men stare in silent surprise at each other.

---

12:05
The Tops Hotel and Casino

Arsenal listens to the elevator music as the elevator descends. It hits the ground floor with a DING, and he steps out, leaving behind the crumpled bodies of the 5 men, one of the with an arrow in his chest falling out of the door, the sliding door hitting him at regular intervals.

He unholsters his second pistol, making his way through the empty lobby. He'd heard voices coming from the Casino floor. As he neared the source, he could make out the voices more clearly:

"Now you listen here, you gaddamn sack o' shit. You own this establishment, right? So you're gonna take me and my boys to where you keep the money, or we're gonna start firing indiscriminate-like into that crowd."

"Whoa, whoa, l-let's keep this in the groove, hey? Smooth moves, like smooth little babies..."

Great. Hostages. As Arsenal approached closer, he saw a man standing at a corner with his back to him, wearing body armor and a bandana. Perfect. He'll just take a hostage of his own. Can't be more than 10 guys in that room. He'll be able to take them all out even if they don't care about the captured member. Arsenal turn the corner and put a gun to the man's head.

"Don't move! I'll-"

As Arsenal looked past the thug, he'd seen the hostages all grouped in a crowd, what seemed to be the owner of the casino held at gunpoint by another criminal wielding a revolver and wearing a hat, and by his count, about 30 or 40 other goons, all staring at him.

"... Oh."

The Cowboy spoke up.

"Well, looks like we got ourselves a Hero. HUGH!"

GRAB

Before he could react, Arsenal found himself grabbed and pulled back by a huge pair of hands, causing him to drop his pistols as he was lifted into the air. This guy had to be 7 feet tall and over 300 pounds of muscle. Next thing Arsenal knew, he was flying through the air, crashing through a window and into some sort of entertainment command center, bouncing off a console and hitting the floor.

Okay, okay. He wasn't expecting that many guys. His guns are gone, but he still had his bow and a few arrows left. Maybe he could use one of his-

STOMP

"Hugh" had returned and planted a boot on Arsenal's back, grabbing the limbs of the archer's bow and pulling back in just the right spot, causing the bowstring to start choking Arsenal. Arsenal can sense a MASSIVE amount of killing intent coming from this guy. Looks like it's one of those moments where you know you may or may not die.

Arsenal chose the latter.

He quickly pulled the knife from his vest and cut the bowstring. He'll fix it later. The limbs, no longer held back by the string, released the built up energy by shaking, surptising Hugh for a moment. Arsenal turned and stabbed the man in the leg, causing him to scream and recoil, allowing Arsenal to get back up and shank him a few more times in the gut. With a final motion, Arsenal kicked out his good leg and slammed the thug's head into a nearby console, finishing him off.

Music began to play throughout the casino floor. Guess Hugh's head must've hit play.

Arsenal's head began to fill with thoughts of OPEN FIRE, so he figured now was a good time to hit the deck and book it, just in time for a barrage of bullets to fill the air as dove out of the command center and hid among the vast slot machines.

"Spread out! Find that Sonovabich!"

Arsenal creeped around the aisles, and he saw a gun barrel of one of the men just around the corner. He rushed forward, pinning the man against a slot machine. Arsenal grabbed the lever and slammed as hard as he could into the thugs face, knocking him out as his landed in the chip receptacle.

7-7-7

Chips poured all over the back of the thugs head as the Jackpot sounded, giving away Arsenal's location. As another goon rounded the corner, Arsenal grabbed a handful of chips and threw them at the thug's face, disorienting him long enough for Arsenal to tackle the man into a craps table, taking a metal dice cup and slamming it repeatedly into his head, taking him down. Instinctivly, Arsenal grabbed the croupier rake from the table and turned around, spotting another goon turning the corner.

He knocked the rifle out of the thug's hands, using the rake as a staff, and began beating the bandit with it. Another henchmen, behind a poker table, readied his rifle and started firing at them. Arsenal held the rake at the thugs neck and used him as a shield as he approached the new enemy. The armor he wore helped in that regard, but he was definitely gonna feel that later.

RELOAD

Arsenal threw the rake and goon to the side, running full speed at the man, vaulting over the poker table and dropkicking him, knocking him over. Taking opportunity, he quickly finished reloading the rifle, chicken-winged the man as he started to recover, and threaded the rifle through his arm, creating a human shield.

This is when the rest of the henchmen finally started coming out of the walls. Arsenal never wasted a shot. They'd pop out of cover, fire in his general direction, and he'd take them out with one, maybe two. Accurate Semi-Auto beats inaccurate Full Auto. He'd been shooting so quickly, his human shield hadn't even been hurt yet.

SURROUND HIM

He quickly released his shield to reload, spinning him around to disorient him. Before the thug can react, Arsenal wraps the rifle sling around the guy's neck and twists the rifle around, resting it on his shoulder. The other henchmen all come out at once appearing in a large circle around them, opening fire on the duo. Arsenal spins them both around as he fires, taking down someone everytime he pulls the trigger. His human shield takes a few hits, but nothing the body armor can't handle.

By the end of it, him and his shield are the last ones standing. Arsenal unwraps the sling and hits the thug with the rifle butt, sending him to sleep. He throws the empty rifle to the side and starts to make his was back to the showroom where the hostages were.

FIRE

As Arsenal returned to the showroom, he dove behind a showcar just as a bullet whizzed by. A couple more pinged off the car as he sat behind it.

"So, you're some-sorta marksman, aintcha?! Well, pardner, I fancy myself a gunslinger as well!"

Arsenal looked over to the nearest cover, a display case with what appeared to be a metal coin styled as a poker chip. Waiting a moment, he ran out of cover and got a look at who was shooting him. It was the cowboy, a few dozen feet away, with his own human shield: the casino owner. Between him and Arsenal, the crowd of hostages all laid on the floor, not wanting to catch a bullet. The Cowboy fired, Arsenal dodging the first he knew was coming, but an unexpected second shot from a second revolver was already waiting for him where he dodged, grazing Arsenal in the arm. He dove behind the case, bullets shattering the glass.

"I got you all figured out, boy! You aint gonna dodge for long!"

This guy was good. And he was right. Arsenal didn't have any weapons. The next time he popped out of cover, he was going to get shot... He saw a serving tray discarded on the floor near his cover, but it was too far out for him to grab. Think, thinkthinkthinkthink...

... DING

Arsenal grabbed the coin from the case above him, retracting his hand just as a couple of bullets flew past. He weighed it in his palm, flipping it a few times between his hands before flipping it up and catching it. He has this in the bag now.

"Hey, Texas Red! What's the most you've ever lost on a coin toss?!"

"The hell you talkin about?!"

Time seemed to slow as Arsenal ran out of cover, aiming his shot. The first gun fired, and Arsenal flipped the coin at the second, narrowly dodging the first bullet as he ran to the tray. As the second gun fired, the bullet left the barrel, traveling through the air aimed straight at Arsenal, before hitting the metal coin midair, causing it to richochet, hitting a metal railing nearby, and ricochet again, hitting the Cowboy's hat. This sudden hit startled him, drawing his attention away from Arsenal, having grabbed the tray. He jumped over the hostages, spinning and throwing the tray like a frisbee, hitting the Cowboy dead-on in the face.

Arsenal quickly ran forward and delivered a superman punch to the Cowboy, sending him down for the count. He kicked the revolvers away and stood over him for a bit, catching his breath, before turning back to the hostages.

"It's alright, everyone. You can get up now."

The crowd stayed down for a moment in disbelief, but slowly rised and started to clap and cheer. Donations came rolling in and sounding in his ear, reminding him that this was all caught on stream:

RedJohnny ($50): That was beyond fantastic. It was like watching a music video to an amazing 80's song.

Flareon ($50): Top 10 Greatest Fighting Comebacks in Anime

Overcomplicated Tricycle ($25): Crimefighting Playlist feature when

Arsenal retrieved his bow from the command center. Oh, his poor baby. Good thing he packed extra string. As he made his way out of the command center, the Casino Owner approached him.

"Ring-a-Ding-Ding! You handled those guys like they were a couple of amateurs. On behalf of the The Tops, you have our thanks. You need anything?
Room, food, alcohol?"

"No, thanks. I better get outta here before the cops show up. You have a nice night."

"Of course. Just remember, you're always welcome at The Tops!"

Arsenal began to walk away, but then paused. He quickly turned off his camera and returned to the Casino Owner.

"Actually, uh, between you and me, there is a favor I would ask. Leonardo Cash from Star City. He's a real good friend of mine, and really took care of me. I want him at the top of your VIP list. Treat him like you'd treat me. But don't tell nobody why he's up there, got it?"

"Oh! Uh, of course! You got it, baby! Mr. Cash will have a great time whenever he comes around!"

Arsenal nods and goes on his way, picking up his FiveSevens on the way out. Score. He turns the camera back on and started narrating as he takes out his phone.

"Well, looks like the Camera took a beating... gotta fix that up later. Better wrap things up. As I was saying earlier, I hearby end the stream. Thank you all for tuning in. I'm gonna take a day or two off after that. Arsenal, out."

And with a push of a button, the stream ends.

Adventure! - Stories of different worlds and realities (Private)

Hawke at first had no idea why this young lady was trying to sneak up on him, but soon found out as he'd placed a hand on the keyring as she herself did the same. She looked like a noble, but there was something off, besides her blatant attempts to pickpocket him like a common sneakthief. Usually, nobles are all about using fancy words and deception to get what they want. This one just looked socially awkward, judging by the fact they haven't started trying to explain themselves, or even showing any false charm in the wake of being caught stealing from a man with a really big sword.

Actually, on a second look, this entire party was just odd. Another dressed like a noble, but likewise not acting out the charade. Actually looked intimidating for her short size. Then the other one dressed in rags he thought to be another prisoner at first, but they weren't wearing the correct attire. Then the last one surprisingly wasn't female as Hawke had first thought with all the others, and has ears on his head. With this much diversity, either they were all some sort of traveling band of courtesans, or...

"...She's saying she wants the keys. We need them to get our own weapons."

Mercenaries. Great. More likely than not, they wouldn't hesitate to turn on him if it meant their own benefit. On the plus side, this means they can most likely handle themselves in a fight. Here's hoping they're not just well-armed courtesans.

Hawke unhinges the keys from his belt and lets go, letting the psuedo-noble woman have them.

"Go ahead, then. Sending anyone out there without a weapon is a fate worse than death. For your sakes, I hope you know how to use them."

Adventure! - Stories of different worlds and realities (Private)

Hawke quickly turn and locked the door behind him as much as he could. He turned back to face the new arrivals, pausing for a moment to catch his breath, and he walked past them to retrieve his sword.

"Don't really know who any of you are, don't really care. I'm taking my sword and getting the hell out of here. You lot might want to do the same."

Sheathing his weapons, Hawke grabbed the familiar hilt of the massive blade, lifting and inspecting it. It's been too long since he'd wielded Aether, and he'd almost forgotten what it felt like. He ran his palm along the flat of the blade like he was caressing it, then noticing that there was an abundance of dust covering it. Damn Warden didn't even take care of it.

After he was satisfied with his analysis, Hawke lifted the blade with his dominant arm, holding it in various positions. After a few moments, his instincts returned to him, and it was as if the huge greatsword was a rapier.

Overlord - Glory in a new World

When Xavier dashed forward to deliver his mighty punch, he had many things going through his mind. "This is gonna be so cool" and "time to show this death knight who's boss" being a couple. His ultimate attack. This thing has never let him down. It's capable of one-shotting raid bosses. It can clear rooms in moments. And when it impacts this knight, he's going to-

"Parry!"

As the punch hit to seemingly no effect, another thought went through his mind.

"... Oh... Shit."

Suddenly, a vague apparition of his own arm appeared from the knight, about to release it's own Megaton Punch. Xavier dodged at the last moment, having a minor heart attack, as the missed punch erupted gusts of wind from the force, sending Xavier back a few meters. That was terrifying. He was pretty sure at that point that this was no ordinary death knight. Erupting from the body of a bigger death knight should've probably tipped him off.

"Full Cover!"

The knight held it's shield to Alena, blocking her off. Well, on the plus side, at least most of his defense is gone. Xavier needed to do something, and quickly. He'd considered throwing some Consecutive Hits, but lamented the possibility of Ghost Hands retaliating. He couldn't possibly charge another Megaton Punch and leave himself open for another half a minute. But he had to finish this guy. It was dangerous.

"... Well, here goes nothing."

So, as a sort of last-ditch effort, Xavier used his Light Dash to close the distance and threw a Rockabye punch at the knight. Or, at least, he hoped he was throwing a Rockabye. Wasn't entirely sure how this activation thing worked.