Sun is shinin' in the sky (CVU Open IC)

Three Year Old Arsonist

Sun is shinin' in the sky

[Outgoing transmission, Brutus Enterprises: Oh god! Someone is breakin' in *sizzle*]

I'm an advent supporter of nuclear power, if you do just a little bit of research and think for yourself instead of being brainwashed by the 70's education system you would understand that nuclear power plants aren't as bad as other options while we wait for more efficient ways of reusable energy. My parents who were green wavers during the seventies are very mad at me for this, but if they even knew a single thing of what Brutus's God Particles could do they would say that Nuclear Power is cat poo in comparison and needed to be stopped.

[He got through our security, everything *sizzle* fire!]

My 10th-grade biology teacher told us it was physically impossible for a guy to pee with a boner. When I told her she was wrong because I’d done that when I woke up in the morning she sent me to the principal’s office. Little did she know I would grow up to piss all over this capitalistic monopoly farts, then igniting my alcoholic pee to set this place on fire. What is she going to do now, send me to some Symaarian super-prison?

[ *sizzle* broke through *sizzle* taking *sizzle* Amalgium!]

What is something that you could not justify spending money on, even if you became very wealthy? WinRAR. Korean pop culture plastic surgery and trillion dollar power armor. You could have spent it on something more useful like solving world hunger but no, you had to compensate for your lack of creativity and pretend you're a superhero like me.

Some peoples favorite sensation is when they get into their bed with clean sheets, cocaine, when you get 3+ neck cracks at once. Mines is when I steal all of their work and keep it for myself so I can fart everyone who opposes instead of letting them use it for humanities deluded perspective of peace, that's true vigilante justice.

[Help! Don't let him *sizzle* God Particles*sizzle* For god's sake! *sizzle* Holy shit!]

If somebody asked me a few minutes ago before I tore this building to shreds, If I had to put the last thing I ate on pizza, would I eat it. I would've answered Brutus's sandwich that he left in the refrigerator. That's farting right, I ate his lunch to show my dominance, but It had cilantro. I absolutely couldn't stand the soap-like flavor, entire slaps slapped in it. So I took the refrigerator and pummeled it downwards through the entire building. He took my father away, so I'm going to burn this place down.

So if you asked me the question again, the pizza one. I would answer all of his God Particles that they had in storage and damn do I feel powerful.

A new Reynard broke through the window and smiled, a clear blue sky "Hey there Mr. Blue" Anticipating.

En Route - The Atmosphere

@dandy

A quick glance towards a top-secret government holding facility in Greenland confirmed that Reynard, his old foe, was still incarcerated, his powers removed. Quick intervention by Nemo during his final rampage had resulted in his capture and de-powering, putting an end to the Socialist Super's aspirations for revolution once and for all. Even though Nemo had been somewhat sympathetic to his motives (even if he were not a socialist himself), he could not allow such drunken devastation to take place - it put too many innocents in harm's way.

Somehow, history was repeating itself, except this new Reynard was an impostor. He wore the suit and skin of Atticus Pendragon, but his powers were more like those of Brutus Daagal-Ares. Squinting his eyes as he rushed to intervene, he peered through the faux-Reynard's outer skin with his atomic sight, confirming that beneath, it was a robot of some sort. Had Reynard built it to carry on his agenda? Impossible. This thing was moving wildly, destructively, and without care for civilians.

Swooping down to retrieve a couple who had unwittingly found themselves in the thing's path of destruction, he carried them rapidly out of the building before it collapsed. Depositing them far away from the site of the destruction, he rapidly attempted to do the same with the other civilians who were in the vicinity, working overtime to clear them from the area. In an emergency such as this, at least a twenty-block radius was warranted. Such catastrophes had become so common that mass evacuations by superpower were almost a part of daily living; he hoped the people he carried to the outskirts of the city wouldn't mind too much.

Darting in and out of buildings, sometimes carrying two or three people at once, he did his best to make sure no innocents would be harmed in the coming battle.

Having little idea of how far the robot could go while he performed his evacuations, he would resume his search immediately after they'd concluded. Whatever it got up to during the meantime, he'd have to deal with after.

Let's hope it has the class to let me get these civilians out of here, he thought, gritting his teeth as he strained to carry the populace of the city to a safe distance.

@supra-man: @dandy: @ali_:

En Route - Somewhere over the Atlantic

A flux of power surged somewhere in the Americas. Vigilantes were common there, but this was absurd. Someone was abusing their power. Someone had taken their fate into their own hands.

Someone had to stop them.

The one called Reynard, they said, was the one behind this. She didn't know, and it didn't matter. The one called Norn was bound to keep the fate of more than just humankind in the balance, and so here she had come. Grey wings pressed the air behind them, hooves pounding invisible roads beneath them, leaving trails of cloud behind. The rider wore a winged helmet of silver, holding a gilded spear in one hand, her steed's reins in the other. All that showed from beneath her headdress were twin gold braids and eyes as steely as her weapons. Together they looked like something out of myth, riding to slay a monster.

No. It was a god she rode to battle, alongside other gods, of course. Powerful beings of earth. Generally, they could do it themselves, and she could appreciate that. But she sensed the need for aid. One of the "heroes" was drunk; the other was largely nonviolent. Someone needed to come with knowledge of what they were doing.

Sleipnir swooped in as they approached the American shore, If he landed, the streets would have cracked beneath his feet. Instead, the rider slid from his back and rolled over the cement, sliding to her feet outside Brutus Enterprises. She felt the breeze of the Supraman removing men from the building, and the other rushing past her up the stairs. She wasn't as fast as either of them, but she made up for it in speed.

I need to find Reynard.

She started up the stairs, past the carnage the intruder had wreaked. She prayed for the souls of the dead, but the weren't the souls of heroes fallen in battle. There would be at least one of those, at the end of the day. As she drew the Blade of Skuld, she had the full intention of neutralizing the threat, at any cost to herself.

@supra-man: @ali_: @norn: @nathan_daly:

Full Metal Jacket. The opening shots of the barber shaving the rookies was powerful and set the tone for what was to come perfectly. War, strife and sacrifice.

This in comparison? Was a regular secretary's day watching all the genres of superheroes come together to have a meltdown about Brutus's office furniture. There is no doubt in the superheroes (or whatever they call themselves) minds at least one of them said, "This intrusion in my day screams, 'I just got off work early and I need to justify the rashes I get when I put on my costume"

"So this is the type of crap he had to deal with?"

How bad could Reynard possibly be? He was only doing what came naturally. There is a principle in nature that almost every creatures knows, survival of the fitess. Check it, this is how it goes.

"You drew your sword, so you have every intention in killing whatever you think stops the gallivanting peace your species strives for?" Not many people witnessed it, but when Reynard, Nemo and Brutus was last here, the insane plutocrat shot out a single attack that made the destruction of Grimm look like a bunch of kindergartens playing with each other. Luckily it was stopped by Nemo, but the fact that Brutus was holding back and was concerned about the safety of the city is enough to justify everything Reynard was doing, nobody should have that amount of power. "Doing you guys a favor, swords like that is child's play for Brutus."

Reynard didn't have time to explain further, giving a goodbye smile, his right purple palm raised out and and a dim light of God defying energy was ever-present. One question looms, was he going to hold back too? "Heh, lets hope Mr. Blue is fast enough to save your sorry asses"

*Pewwzt*

A flash, that's all. A flash that was similar when he took a picture of his "gang" He wanted that to keep that forever, that feeling with Reynard but they took it away as it meant nothing to them.

A flash, that's all. Was enough to incinerate an entire city block instantaneously. These people, nothing to him.

@goodneighbor: @nathan_daly: @norn: @ali_:

Dropping off what he judged to be the last of the remaining civilians at the outskirts, he gave the area a quick sweep to make sure everyone was alright. Even with speed such as his, his mind was fundamentally human. He had to make choices, evaluate threats, and prioritize. But this...might as well have been routine. Turning his gaze back towards the shattered building, he rapidly zeroed in on the encroaching first responders, individuals determined to do their part in stopping this rampage. There was someone who hadn't been there before - a speedster, no doubt - trying to talk to the automaton. It wouldn't work, not if it was supposed to be a copy of Reynard.

Pulling themselves in from the rooftops was an agile super who'd done his part to cloak the building in silk scaffolding, prompting a few cautious jumps from the workers still trapped within Brutus Industries. Nemo smiled - it was a clever move, and accounted for some of the people he couldn't get to in time without engaging the robot directly. Otherwise, the evacuation of the others might have been a complete disaster.

I've gotta find that man and shake his hand, he thought, eyes narrowing in on any remaining details. Was that speedster with the faux-Reynard? There seemed to be some antagonism there. And who was that swordswoman who was approaching from the lift?

Wow...

All civilians gone, one confirmed threat, two allies, one unknown combatant. He needed to engage, and quickly.

"Heh - let's hope Mr. Blue is fast enough to save your sorry -"

Go.

If Nemo felt doubt, he sometimes froze, beset by innumerable options and thousands of sensory inputs. Responsibility, restraint, and repercussions all weighed on him, as was obligated. But now? Everything was perfectly clear.

Sliding to a halt between the hand of the thing he'd begun to think of as Robonard and the blonde swordswoman, he used his full body as a shield, squinting as a swarm of God Particles tore at his frame. It was a pure white flash that could blind any normal being with a tendency to utterly destroy any matter it shone on. The fortunate thing was that Nemo's body wasn't exactly ordinary matter. The energies sizzled against his skin and suit, burning his nerves and forcing him to squint. Immense pressures on his very being prompted a small run of blood from his nose, eyes adjusting rapidly. It hurt - he couldn't keep taking hits like that.

Yet he stood firm.

"I am and always will be," he said, smoke curling from his scorched shoulders, his atomic sight revealing the bot's inner workings. A perfect replica physically - but one he wasn't concerned with holding back against. Launching forward with a devastating super-speed hook, he attempted to strike the robotic Reynard's head with enough force to shatter a mountain packed behind his knuckles.

@norn: @nathan_daly: @supra-man: @dandy: @last_man_standing:

"This is my promise to you," Typhon rumbled, his thumb already healing passively. "Take me there."

Pilgrim relaxed, sighing inwardly as he managed to convince the brute to work with him. "Allow me to finish my meal first," Pilgrim said, returning back to absorbing all the energy he could from the dead Kaiju's corpse. He was going to need all the juice for this upcoming fight. Erian peered into his cells, to check how much energy he had. 77%. By the end of his meal, it was at 85%. Good enough, he figured, and with someone like this guy to help him, Erian doubted Nemo would be much of a challenge.

"Follow me," Erian whispered, taking into the air. He didn't know much about this bearded brute but he expected the guy to be able to follow. After rising around 15 miles above the Earth's surface, Erian scanned the Earth with his senses, allowing his heightened sight and hearing to find who he was looking for. A moment later, Pilgrim found what he was looking for. Nemo was currently inside of a burning building. The area was now pretty much cleared of all civilians, so that was good. With a resounding boom, Erian took off towards them, coming to stop just above Brutus Enterprise. He did not intervene, he did not need to, but his new friend probably was going to have a lot to say.

"I've heard that man in blue talk about someone named Reynard. But it's not easy to make him talk," Erian would add as soon as Typhon arrived on scene.

@pilgrim_: @goodneighbor: @supra-man: @ali_: @nathan_daly: @last_man_standing:

"Heh, lets hope Mr. Blue is fast enough to save your sorry - "

The threat came from the being in purple at the head of the stairs, the one wreaking havoc on the building and its inhabitants. It certainly looked like Reynard, but there was only one way to know for sure.

"No."

The contact was deliberate, albeit brief, as the Eye of Urd peered into the being's past. Every moment of its existence, first as the Reynard, then as something else. "Dandy." A machine, a destroyer. But there was something about it that made it... emotional. Slaying this young... being... seemed to be the only way to stop its rampage, however. The words from its mouth were words of war; there would be no reasoning with it. Shameful, but true. Necessary.

The Norn shifted her blade as the light began to expand, one hand already raised to shield herself from its power. Then that same blue blur that had been removing civilians from the premises now stood between her and the purple-clad assailant, taking the full brunt of the attack, returning its words of challenge with a vow. She couldn't take the time to learn the new warrior's background, however. The other swordbearer was still standing aside, drunkenly, and from outside she could sense a new threat approaching, one she had heard legends of but never met in person.

Typhon of Symaaria.

This battle needed to end before the King of Monsters could involve himself. The Blade of Skuld was enough to cut down gods, but its wielder did have limits as to her ability to face two foes at once. She could leave the "Dandy" to the man in blue, but if he had more attacks of that caliber, the warrior would likely fall. She made her decision quickly.

"Reynard. Once called Dandy."

She moved around the twosome, at a speed just slower than the red-caped wonder, dropping toward the ground and slashing at Dandy's knees with the blade.

@dandy: @nathan_daly: @goodneighbor: @supra-man: @norn: @pilgrim_:

The Last Symaarian followed Pilgrim through the breach, and into the heart of the growing conflict. Though he cared not at all for the assembled heroes all vying for control of the situation, he did however spot the object of his seething rage. He could feel the strength inside of him welling to previously unknown proportions, the agonizing crack of his mental blocks as they simultaneously snapped sending him into nothing short of an apocalyptic frenzy. His fingers barely contained any restraint as they plunged into the ground, breaking bedrock in the residual thunderous noise.

"REYNARD!"

Clouds disintegrated as the Red Angel roared, the pure vocal impact alone stripping trees of their bark. He sent untold tons of rock and earth skyward - a mass equaling deep-space meteorites by another other definition. If anyone existed upon it, he did not care. He simply wanted to tear Reynard's head from the shoulders it rested on. With caution long ago abandoned, Typhon engaged the ruinous storm of wind and stone, making a beeline straight for Reynard and no one else, axe already unsheathed and going for the executioner's blow.

Remember in the eighties, when crack cocaine was going on. People from Virginia were looking at New York with binoculars. "Well, that looks dangerous." The twenty-first century, replace those binoculars with protest signs and crack with something much more hysterical: Idiots running around with super strength. So-called, 'Bricks.' "Well, we're screwed." Just pack your things and leave my little heroes, you can't possibly hope to stop and control them when they set their goal on something, especially someone as ambitious as Reynard.

Maintaining control, over-policing, and vigilantes are a big part of our culture. We've got every reason to be afraid of them.

You've ever been pulled over before? They say licenses and registration, with a please at the end if you're pretty. See, I'm just guessing but I'm right. Nowadays, they unholster their pistol and batarangs and shoot you without question. Is he scary officer? Is it the bland purple spandex covered in blood? Is it because God slaying swords blunt against his knees, Or is it the fact that full blown punches by Supra Man do nothing to him?

"You don't seem to understand, this isn't going to be like last time."

A slight*craack.*was heard when Nemo's knuckles met against Reynard's temple. With that much strength, nobody would've have guessed the infinite amount of possibilities where Reynard's body could have landed, but nothing. Nothing happened except for a slight crack in his neck, exhilarating isn't it? At least in his perspective. The god damned armor actually works, cool. Accompanying the nullified attack with a mocking grin.

"Everything that I am, was meant to kill idiots like you"

The Amalgium hulls absorbed everything, its power, speed and kinetic force drained. As much of a butthole, you all thought Reynard was, he's at least nice enough to return the favor. A cross, just like his mentor once taught him, was sent out with his rear left hand, matching Nemo's capabilities.

"Reynard. Once called Dandy."

Then the beach with the sword found out who he was. 'Dandy' some old rust bucket that mugged thugs, might as well had called him Backstabber, Utterly useless to society. Is now refurbished with physics-defying armor. The predestined fate was indeed decided when she realizes that her religious sword was equivalent to Durendals rusted sorry-looking-ass, that the new Reynard is totally the bee's knees. The height of excellence! He smirked with the face that screamed 'I told you so'"Child's play" A quick super-sped snap of his right leg was now incoming towards the brute ladies face, still attaining some of Nemo's strength behind it, he was trying to make her as ugly as her beliefs.

"REYNARD!"

Beliefs like his. Typhon they called him? Soaring through the clouds, the sky became clear, beautiful. Not him, just the time of day, sun shinin' in the sky. The supercomputing brain of Reynard calculated the trajectory and if his ax and planetary strength were anything like these two, he'd have a clean barely scratched hand holding the head of the blade. Brutus's art, masterful.

Religion, at least in America or first world countries is basically used as an excuse to justify everything you do, good or bad. Such as Brute lady perhaps. Chads like him who went through temper tantrums, are the people who actually need it, some form of purpose or calling in their sad meaningless lives. Crucifying Reynard to a stick was probably too clean for this barbarian.

"Whatever I did to get you mad, I don't know? I think it was during one of my blackouts. Probably was really drunk, cause I have NO IDEA who you are."

@pilgrim_: @goodneighbor: @supra-man: @nathan_daly: @last_man_standing:

The Blade of Skuld had never ricocheted before, but that was the least of her problems for the moment. First the arrival and rage of Typhon of Symaaria, then the blow to her face too fast for her to evade. It didn't break her teeth or nose, but it made her mouth throb. Pain was far from a foreign concept to her, but it was somewhat uncommon for an enemy to land a blow so easily. She fell back a few steps and wiped her lip with the back of her hand. No blood, but it still throbbed with her pulse. A pulse that beat harder with rage, and, yes, concern. Typhon had been known to destroy planets when enraged; he was already tearing the pavement from the city streets, destroying everything to get to his target.

While she would normally pity the poor soul who became the central focus of the King of Monsters, Dandy was displaying his arrogance and becoming increasingly frustrating. On the other hand, allowing the Godkiller to engage Reynard's mechanical son could be disastrous if he learned that this was not actually the man he sought. And the only person here who had proven himself powerful enough to withstand Dandy's particle-enhanced attacks was the man in blue.

The aforesaid Man in Blue was not someone she wanted to take the time to learn the history of just yet, but to fight alongside him she would have to communicate with him in some way if they were going to fight side by side. She stopped and met his eye for a moment, but before she could speak, her own Eye made something very clear to her. This man's past was nothing... and everything. He was, simultaneously, "Nemo" and "Supra-Man", no-one and someone beyond all human comprehension.

She blinked, missing a moment of combat to process this information, to try and fail to fathom him.

Then life returned to its usual pace, Typhon now before them in his fullest anger, Dandy still wearing that arrogant smile even as the ax dug into his hand. The Norn took the opportunity to step away from the three beings, physically moving back and resuming her fighting stance. She couldn't remember what she was going to say to Nemo, before his extraordinary past, or lack thereof, was revealed to her. Now she had other matters to focus upon.

There was little chance she could talk the Symaarian down, but she could try, at least, to understand his rage. To find that spot in his past where Reynard had incurred his wrath. It would do more good than her blade, right now, and so she quietly began to circle back around the three "men", if so common a term could be used for these, and directed her eyes and words to the extraterrestrial warlord.

"This is not the one whom you seek."

All at once, the overwhelming pressure of thousands of earth-years pressed past her conscious mind, the Eye of Urd watching for the moment when his path crossed that with Reynard's. There it was- a moment of indiscriminate obliteration... thousands killed. By a so-called hero. In the name of so-called justice.

The moment ended with his hunt here on earth for Reynard. His thirst for blood, the others he'd battled to get this far. The offer of the one called Pilgrim. Then it, too, was gone, a thing of the past.

"Kaligar," the Norn repeated, "This is not the Earth-Man."

For better or for worse, he needed to know that this was not the object of his vengeance. If only she had had any hope that he'd listen to her.

@goodneighbor: @nathan_daly: @norn: @ali_: @pilgrim_@last_man_standing

Nemo felt his hand clang against the flesh-covered metal of the faux-Reynard and realized that he was dealing with something else entirely. It wasn't like punching something extraordinarily durable, but rather, as though he'd just rammed his hand into a man made of jell-o. It was a feeling he'd experienced before - kinetic energy absorption. The very momentum of his blow was sapped away, drawn into the skin-wearing robot...

...and returned in the shape of a powerful cross, a collision with Nemo's cheek forcing him backwards. A good sense of balance kept him on his feet, but he still slid across the cracked floor, the heels of his red boots kicking up dust and debris. He'd slid back next to the powerful blonde, whose own attack had similarly failed. They'd both been struck simultaneously, forced back about the same distance - her power was clearly remarkable. Their eyes locked for but a second - a small smile formed on his lips - and he felt a little warmth in between all the violence...before turning his aggressive glare back towards the purple-suited automaton.

But, at the edge of his phenomenal perception:

"I've heard that man in blue talk about someone named Reynard. But it's not easy to make him talk..."

It was a voice he knew well. The Pilgrim of outer space, a former acquaintance who had recently expressed to the Universal Man an explicit desire to rule this world. Not content with simply protecting its inhabitants, he desired to see himself venerated, held holy over the masses. It was unacceptable, and Nemo had told him as much, knowing that if it came down to a fight, he'd be able to defeat the would-be conqueror. But now, he'd brought more familiar company.

"REYNARD!"

Erian, you bastard, he thought, wiping away a line of blood that fallen down his left cheek. The wound closed almost immediately, but the new threat gave him even more trouble. Typhon, the destroyer of worlds, had come to Earth pursuing Reynard, who had eluded him. Reports of him shouting the vigilante's name during a crisis in Miami had confirmed as much, at least. Truth be told, Nemo had expected Erian to try something...but bringing an alien berserker whose footsteps could sink the city wasn't one of them. The expectation was clearly that they would fight, and after Typhon softened him up, the Pilgrim might finish him off. How many innocents was he willing to put in danger, just to get Nemo out of the way?

There was no use pondering the outcome, as Typhon was already here. His axe embedded itself in the false Atticus' hand, a shockwave rippling through the air. Nemo could not confront Erian right now, not when the fight was here.

She's trying to talk him down. Amazing, he thought, turning his attention back to the purple-clad menace. If he could get off another burst of God Particles, everyone might be finished. Taking advantage of his diverted attention, he attempted to use a combination of his super-speed and magnificent strength to grapple the robotic being from behind, lacing his arms up underneath the android's armpits in a seismic squeeze. The intent was to lock his arms in a vertical position via pressure rather than impact, restraining the Brutus-powered brute's movements without adding to his strength. If successful, he'd be unable to aim his beams anywhere they could hurt anyone.

If it worked in any regard, he'd attempt to apply more force, slowly crumpling the robot's limbs rather than punching him. To do so at a slower rate, he hoped, would reduce the amount of kinetic energy the thing absorbed.

@dandy: @nathan_daly: @goodneighbor: @supra-man: @norn: @pilgrim_:

Long ago, on Karnath, the dream of the Symaarian people died in a cloud of ash. Thousands died in mere moments, crushing the previously unconquerable spirit of the alien race. It would seem that even as monsters, they themselves could not avert the inevitability that they would, in turn, become prey.

Now, on Earth, the dream of vengeance vanished in much the same way.

Typhon lowered his weapon, seeing it having done nothing to the false Reynard. The Earth-Man he sought to kill had long gone, either deviated from his path here on the world he ran to or died somewhere in between their first battle and now.

The King of Monsters glared at the Pilgrim, however, his rage renewed and rekindled.

"You..."

He brandished his ax with an unholy and murderous intent, the very sky cracking above the battle as the din of thunder and rain exploded into a gunshot of Mother Nature's abysmal reactionary note. The cataclysm within that moment had been the King of Monsters rampaging forward, in the direction of the Energy Leech, knocking down anything and anyone in his way in a furious storm.

Raising his weapon, the tooth that chewed out the throats of skyfathers - gods above gods - he lowered it at the neck of his hated "guide" and former "ally".

"DISHONOR BEGETS DEATH, WORM!"

@goodneighbor: @norn: @last_man_standing: @supra-man:

"DISHONOR BEGETS DEATH, WORM!"

Erian was standing there, arms folded and expecting the burly man to take care of Nemo, but unexpectedly, the bearded man turned attention back on him. Oh boy... Erian had a choice. He could either stick around deal with this guy, or flee. Live to fight another day. Pilgrim instinctively moved his arms to block the Axe, but it was way too powerful. It cut into his arm, exposing bone, but it managed to stop there. The cells that Typhon cleaved through would violently burst forth with the energy held within them, resulting in a massive explosion that would instantly cloud the entire horizon in a display of violent light and shockwaves that would decimate windows and produce winds that sweeps through the entire city.

Pilgrim would be thrown out of Earth into space, a considerable portion of his energy depleted. Erian's brain rattled and he looked around. The Sun! That was the only way he would live to see through this day. Erian did not hesitate to turn and flee at his top speed, towards the sun.

Smart guy, he figured out the weakness of the miracle metal with the analysis of one move. Damn. Most brutes, bricks hopefully in this case of encountering this terminating succulent beast of a faux-man, would try to keep swinging against it, trying to prove themselves worthy - The exact type mindset Brutus wanted to rid of, but oh boy did it have one major flaw. Nemo didn't try to fight against him, more-so held him in place without giving him too much power.

"Hey, hey, hey! I wanted to. . ." Sad eyes, the word wasn't doubt, it was failure as Nemo arrested Reynard's arms. The robot wanted to put extra sugar on his figurative frosties of revenge or whatever sadistic purpose he sought satisfaction in, tryin' to get that angry neckbeard to power his Amalgium hulls by letting him hit his mocking face, kicking and screaming he imagined, but the guy farting ran away cause of that valkyrie-looking tattle-tell. " -my Reynard wanted to fart over the symaarian race, and I'm going to finish it for him!"

When you give your son his first gun, he's gonna want to shoot it. That's what the new Reynard felt with his new powers, the humans urge to discharge superiority, before he was merely a tin-can programmed to be a domestic assistant bot, cranked all the way up. With the personality of extremist arrogance mixed in, he couldn't help but grab that 'fresh new gun', gripping that pistol whip with his ambidextrous hands, and murking every god damn fart who dared run him up and swang fists.

Perhaps today was just a Supra Man day, maybe tomorrow it will be a Joey day, then later it will be a Norn day, the same old hollywood cape format in stopping thugs that are cancer to society, like Reynard? 'Yeah, that ain't happening no more'

"You have experience in this-"

A super-sped 180-degree twist, the robots head meeting eye to eye with his bear-hugging assailant, the face of Atticus torn off. The explosion of Pilgrim bathed the skyline with light, silhouetting everything but his God-defying pupils. Destructive energy swirling up with a mechanical facial squint, it was glee.

"-where do you aim, when you lobotomize someone like my father?"

5 very long seconds, that's how long he estimated Supra Man would last under his particle vision, and that's all he would offer him for his life work. Protecting the innocent and stopping invasions for only god knows how long would equate to five seconds under Reynard's superiority. Of course, that's if he didn't dodge the bullet and let the entire City? Country? and beyond be vaporized behind his symbolic icon of peace or hope or whatever dust to dust thing Supra Man would soon end up being.

@pilgrim_: @goodneighbor: @supra-man: @nathan_daly: @last_man_standing:

The Norn had been afraid that Typhon would attempt to pound on Dandy a bit more, but instead he fell back to the one called Pilgrim, ready to exert his rage on the man who brought him here. The young spider-themed man removed the unconscious speedster from the premises, while the Supra-Man grappled the false Reynard. For a moment, the Norn could rest, and watch. Typhon would be a problem in a few moments, she knew. Dandy was barely contained.

Then the machine's head whipped around faster than the human eye could follow. There was a moment as he addressed Nemo, just a moment for her to assess the situation, before his eyes lit up.

No -

One second. She noticed the flash and took a step forward.

Two seconds. The Blade of Urd was in her hand, prepared. There would likely be significant damage done to the Supra-Man, but there was nothing she could do about that. She didn't look at him.

Three seconds. The blade slipped between their faces with enough accuracy to not remove Nemo's nose. It wouldn't completely block the blast, yet, but it would end the extreme destruction and allow Nemo to begin healing.

Four seconds. She adjusted the blade, felt the pure heat from the blast even under the leather grip her hand rested on. She didn't cry out when her hand began to burn. The blade was durable, which was what made it powerful. It wasn't sharp enough to tear through gods' armor, simply strong enough not to shatter against it. The flat of the sword would be between the two bricks' faces, reflecting the blast back into Dandy's eyes.

Five seconds. She held her position, waiting to see whether Dandy would end his attack or take the blow he had intended for his father's enemy.