On the Hunt

[ngm_bloodforce]

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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[aqua_gambit]

"My homeworld is not a fun place," Remi noted as they rose out of the tornado. He flew the father-son duo to farther down on the beach. He set them down with their backs to the water.

"Get a nice charge ready. Sandstorm's not going to stop until someone makes him."

[clobberin_kid]

The beach sand muffled the thudding sound of his steps as Jacob headed down to follow the Blood Witch's direction. His body did, anyway. Inside his head, he was struggling like crazy to get control of himself. This was his worst fear... he couldn't control his own actions and he was heading straight for his friends.

The two police officers still dangled from his clenched fists. When he was close enough, he hurled them at Remi and Derric.

[ngm_bloodforce]

Sandstorm emerged out of the tornado, hovering just outside the whirling silica. He growled when he saw the possessed rock-man charge at Remi and Derric.

"I do not need your help, Witch." He gestured, bringing a claw-like hand up. In response, the wet sand behind the two Atlanteans formed a large hand to grab the pair.

[sub_mariner]

Derric looked down at Jacob and frowned.

Okay. Hard-bodied, but clearly not hard-minded.

He loosed a charge towards Jacob.

[aqua_gambit]

Remi reached out a soft-construct shield to catch the flung police officers.

"Jacob! What the he-oh." He saw the red on black eyes. He cussed in Atlantean. Though the string of what he said was cut short as he took a step back into a giant sandy hand.

[clobberin_kid]

Derric's electric charge dances across Jacob's stony skin. The dampness of the beach air had left a sheen of moisture over him and the electricity crackled across it. Another time, the sensation might have been kind of funny. Jacob was in no state to be amused right now.

Inside, behind the black eyes, he was horrified to find himself charging at his friend and team leader, heavy fists poised to try and take off the Atlantean's head with a well-placed swing.