nextgenerationmarvel | 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.

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Where Ryan's blasts headed was where Rough Justice was until he zagged away and put on the speed. He waved at the purple and sparkly one when he stopped 50 feet away from where he had been.

"C'mon, you pansy," he called out. "Or are you afraid you're too weak up close?"

He knew his orders. Keep whatever people helping Remi busy until Sandstorm or someone else killed the prince.

"Really?" Ryan called back. "You think baiting me and calling me names is gonna work? I may be pretty, but I'm not dumb!" Er, much. He spread his powers out around him into a sparkling corona of energy shaped like a stylized star. "Quit with the outdated tactics, man up, and let's do this, spanky."

"I'm not the one prancing around like a powered peacock, pansy." If Ryan was wanting Rough Justice to send blasts at him, he thought maybe the kid thought he had something to counteract them. So, he needed the kid to come down where things were more hand-to-hand.

At least he had this dim bulb's attention. Peacock corona and all.

"I'm not the one prancing about, numbnuts. That's you, getting my attention so that..." Pause. Wait.

Crap!

The corona around Ryan flared brighter, almost as though it was a lightbulb going off.

He whirled around. "The Aqua-dudes!"

Well, that was better than he was hoping. With Ryan's back to him, Rough Justice let loose with the repulsor-based blasts he had been charging. He aimed square for the sparkly purple pansy's back.

If the repulsor bit didn't work, he hoped the concussive blasts that came from contact did something.

They did. The concussive force of the blast knocked Ryan forward, sending him spiraling down towards the ground. He'd barely had time to work up a shield before he landed, roughly.

With one feeb on the ground, Rough Justice decided to kick him while he was down. He raced up to the downed Imaginaut, building momentum with his speed. Once he was almost there, he threw himself into a kick at Ryan's side.

Well, he could try. Ryan was down, but while he hadn't had enough time to shield himself from the fall, he'd certainly had enough time to shield himself. The sparkling corona around Ryan softened in density for a moment before grabbing a hold of Rough Justice's foot. The corona sparkled its way up his ankle, up to his calves and Ryan grabbed onto Rough Justice's leg and yanked. If Ryan was down, so was Rough Justice.

Rough Justice went down, but he was fire from out. He pushed up with the leg Ryan held so his heel was over the do-gooder somehow. It was hard to tell on his backside.

However, he fired up the afterburn speed system on his feet to send flames at Ryan. It also had the advantage as a way to get himself up if it worked.

Ryan deftly diverted the flames with an energy construct. It wasn't exactly all that useful, because the heat still came through, but it could have been worse.

Rough Justice tried to use the afterburn force to get himself flipped upright. He was not used to being feet over head to get himself upright. It made him slightly dizzy.

Ryan tugged back down and smacked a couple of star-shaped cosmic energy blasts at Rough Justice's face to try and disorient him further.

Rough Justice fall back down, but he twisted his armored, heavy body to try to fall right on Ryan.

"Hrruk!" Ryan grunted. "Dude. Big beefy armoured guys are not my thing," he managed to say before channeling the cosmic energy at the armour. Maybe he could make it crack?

"So you say now," Rough Justice quipped as he lay on top of Ryan. He felt the energy coming into his armor. He needed to do something before this kid did something bad to his suit.

He tapped a small panel near his neck, out of Ryan's line of sight. "Keep it up, buttercup."

A few motions with his fingers and his suit was charging up with the energy Ryan was putting out.

"C'mon, man. That's unfair," Ryan grunted. He'd been around scientists and crazy armor enough to understand what it was that was going in. He cut the energy away from Rough Justice and turned it towards the ground.

Maybe he could blast himself away from the jerkface.

"Nothing's fair. Which is why the Atlantean prince will be dead soon." Once the energy stopped coming into his suit, Rough Justice gestured to get his armor running in a non-absorptive mode.

He noticed that the blasts were going into the sandy ground. He decided to lay where he was and see where this went. Either the kid lifted them both up or her blasted a whole in the sandy beach below them.

It seemed more like Ryan was just blasting a hole in the sandy beach below them.

Not exactly what he wanted. Switching tactics, Ryan let the cosmic energy his body produced start to build up within him. His skin thrummed and gooseflesh pricked up across his bare forearms and neck as he did so.

If he couldn't fly away, that was fine. Ryan instead would unleash a blast of cosmic energy enough to blast Rough Justice's armour apart.

Kid wasn't talking. So he was possibly concentrating on something. Rough Justice figured possibly amassing lots of cosmic juice to do something.

"Experiment time!" Rough Justice jumped to his feet and used superspeed from his armor to help him run a ring around Ryan. As he moved, he tried tossing lots of sand on the blond to see if the explosion would make a nice, sandy 'whomph' when the energy exploded.

It did. Ryan unfurled an entire starburst of energy from his body, but some of it managed to cut through the sand, the heat turning the sand into something else.

Sharp shards of glass fell from the explosion. Some, he hoped, would attack RJ.

Shards of glass hit the backside of Rough Justice's armor. The dimensionally displaced villain put his head down to keep the shards of glass from taking anything important away. He was running away from the Ryan-induced sand-explosion. He was running toward where the rest of the FF were converging around a giant hand made of sand.

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