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On the Hunt
Panther's Blood Force eventually got their trans-reality portal to open again. There was some time lag and even greater distance shift between when they left and where they arrived. The five dimensionally-displace villains arrived at North Carolina's Outer Banks slightly disorientated from the journey. As they got their bearings, Blood Witch took a breath of the salty air.
She looked to the others of Blood Force. They looked hungry for action and slightly disappointed they weren't getting any right away. She took stock of their surroundings. No annoying superheroes were there yet. Which was both good and bad. Good in that they could lay a trap. Bad in that they had no one to call their prey to them.
She ran her tongue over her pointed canines. "Mm. Quiet little world here. Let's make it a little louder. Sandstorm, make this sandbox ours. Rough Justice, scout the area. Iron Maiden, Blackdog, get the authorities to come. I want a surprise for the soon to be dead crown prince."
The escaping nuisance from last reality had probably warned Remi deNamor. Blood Force would not have much time to set things up. The little almost king would be here soon. Possibly with others to slay.
She looked to the others of Blood Force. They looked hungry for action and slightly disappointed they weren't getting any right away. She took stock of their surroundings. No annoying superheroes were there yet. Which was both good and bad. Good in that they could lay a trap. Bad in that they had no one to call their prey to them.
She ran her tongue over her pointed canines. "Mm. Quiet little world here. Let's make it a little louder. Sandstorm, make this sandbox ours. Rough Justice, scout the area. Iron Maiden, Blackdog, get the authorities to come. I want a surprise for the soon to be dead crown prince."
The escaping nuisance from last reality had probably warned Remi deNamor. Blood Force would not have much time to set things up. The little almost king would be here soon. Possibly with others to slay.
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When the Imaginauts landed on Hatteras Island, Remi was so tense he thought his jaw might snap in two in a minute or two.
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He glanced over at Remi for instruction.
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Sandstorm
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"I'm counting on it. They've had time to prep."
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Both big dunes rose up like waves and came crashing down on the pair of Atlanteans. Sandstorm rode the crest of one of the pair of meeting waves.
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Rough Justice
Rough Justice was not impressed with this reality.
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Seriously, what kind of name was Rough Justice?
It sounded like a horrible band from the 90s.
Or, worse, horrible 90s porn.
Still, Ryan headed straight towards him, all purple and sparkly.
Even if Rough Justice wasn't impressed with this reality, maybe he'd be impressed with Ryan's stellar fighting skills.
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"What the hell kind of lame ass heroes do they have in this reality?" he asked over the comm. He shook his head and started toward the on-coming hero.
He started at an easy 30 mile an hour jog as his blasters charged up.
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Okay. This he could manage. A bolt of cosmic energy flared out from the corona surrounding Ryan and went straight for Rough Justice.
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Iron Maiden
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"That is one ugly paint job, chica."
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"They sent a pregnant woman after me."
Iron Maiden raised an arm and brought her hand up to show its palm. She fired a repulsor blast at Alexa.
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He knows he'll take any impact damage she manages to put oyut with her own weapons system. Yay for kick ass shields.
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Blackdog
"We got company," he crowed softly. He rolled his shoulders and wiggled his clawed fingers in anticipation.
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She swooped down to attack.
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He was even willing to take the hit to draw as much blood as possible It's what his healing factor was for.
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Blood Witch
Blood Witch examined her nails and picked a sand burr off her pant leg.
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He marched through the chaos, eyeing the fights already in progress and itching to jump in, but he had a task and everyone looked to be holding their own. The suit hovering over the water made a nice, shiny target, though...
Just as he was looking around for something to throw, he noticed two police cars just sitting there. Not completely strange, except that he could see people sitting in them. Cops, in the middle of all this, just sitting around?
Suspicious, he headed over to check it out. Maybe they needed help.
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Blood Witch's red on black eyes narrowed as she tugged at her connection to the two bitten police officers. Shoot him.
The police officer in Blood Witch's cruiser got out of his car to fire; the other police office shot at Jacob through his windshield.
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Convergence
Sandstorm grabbed Remi with the giant sand hand and squeezed. If nothing else, it help the Atlantean in place as the Blood Witch's minion swung for the head. Sandstorm hoped it would either be hit off or pop off from squeezing.
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"Jacob?!" she cried out. "What the flarg?!"
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Blast.
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