Burning_Brawler_NA

"Ack!" shouted Burning, before falling to the ground, hard.

The ropes made his nose twitch. "Ah... Ah... AAAACCCHOOO!"

He looked at the net, or what was left of it, and stood up.

((You should try being a little more clear about that.))

Burning patted furiously at the little lights on him. He hovered left and right, very annoyed, when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

He tossed another mini-blast at the robots before turning around.

((Flashbangs they found 'just lying around' in a time-out play-pen? Try again.))

Blightlord threw a ball of slime at Kaos that slammed into the boy's face, effectively covering his mouth. It hardened, and was a constricting material that would tighten more and more as Kaos tried to move his mouth.

Burning pouted, seeing the flames go out, and was hit on the leg with a little hammer.

He cried out in surprise and leapt into the air, hovering near the ceiling.

He pouted at the little robots and quickly sent some fireballs at them.

"I vote kill him," said Grime.

"Kill! Kill!" shouted the Knight twins.

"It seems we wish him dead," said Blightlord, ready to reverse the effects on Static as soon as Radeator was removed.

Danica proved to have a very strong gripped, and aided Ghoul's fall with a swift kick to his butt.

She was laughing. This was so much fun!

Burning had given up on trying to keep his thumb lit as he sucked on it, and was wandering around aimlessly.

He pulled himself onto the couch and looked around.

His nose began to itch.

"Uh oh... Uh.... Uhhhhh... ACHOO!"

Burning sneezed fire, and soon the couch was aflame.

Burning wailed in a mixture of surprise and delight as he leapt off.

Blightlord had just pulled the reversing potion out when the changed Static blasted Radeator.

"..." He slid the potion back in the pouch. "I can suffer at least a few minutes longer..."

Blightlord looked at the vial, then at the dark mists in front of him.

"I never use the wrong potion..." He sifted through the pouch frantically for a reversal elixer, and it was now his turn to wonder what he had done to deserve this.

Danica saw Rosie going for the mallet, and chased behind her, grabbing an end and playing tug-of-war.

Burning waddled around, bored, and looking for someone to play with.

His thumb lit and he stuck it in his mouth, then pouted as it went out.

He took it out and glared at his thumb, as if telling it to obey, and lighting it again. He stuck it in his mouth once more, and the flames went out.

He repeated this several times, walking in annoyed circles around the room.

I think for the Freakshow you should try a Claws/Regen Stalker. Maybe say his ambition is to become the next, and surpass, Clamor or Dreck.

Well, he could be just cynical because of something he saw a hero do that was borderline villainous, and decided to be a hero as an example.

Or he could just like to kick [censored] and being good is cheaper >.>

The electricity danced around Blightlord's armor before sinking into the ground.

He drew a potion from his belt.

"You'll be losing the contents of your stomach until you reach puberty!" he shouted, crushing the vial over Static's mouth.

Blightlord reached over and began throttling Static. "You insufferable fool! Disarm that explosive this instant!"

Grime was already working on a shielding spell, wondering what he could have possibly done in his mortal life to deserve this.

"Fool, the acid does nothing." He hurled the vial back at Kaos, not really caring whether or not it shattered on the boy and melted him away.

"Grime..." said Blightlord, his voice nearing a snarl.

"I am inspecting it as best I can, my lord, but this state we are in, my powers are diminished to a point where-"

"I do not care if you can't even conjure water! I will be removed from this infernal cage at once!"

Grime sighed and attempted a teleportation spell.

Grime's expression was... well... not pleasing to Blightlord as the Lich stared at his master in a cage.

"When the child is ruined, the Lich is next," he muttered under his breath, pacing back and forth, watching the bars carefully for a sign of a gap in the spells.

He drew a small vial of acid, and testingly poured a drop onto the cage.

Muck and Guck meanwhile were furiously trying to break it down with their plastic swords.

Danica sneakily slipped the hammer into the back of Ghoul's shirt as she hugged Archlich.

"I think not!" snarled Blightlord, tossing several potions at him, ones meant to freeze in ice, gag, and cause their arms and legs to lock up.

Grime quickly summoned shadowy tendrils to bind his legs to the floor, along with one lodging firmly in his mouth.

Sludge tossed little balls of ectoplasm, trying to hold him in place, as Muck and Guck beat him with their plastic swords.

'I heard that,' Grime mentally told them.

"You're services are unecessary. Now stand back before you trigger an alarm!"

[ QUOTE ]
D:

*tablecloth*

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*burns tablecloth away*

Blightlord turned back to Grime, anger clear. "Why did you not see this befow? Damn this child's speach to hell!"

He reached into a pouch, pulling out a purple elixer. He downed its contents in a single gulp, and tossed the glass to the floor.

"There. Now, explain to me how you did not recognize such a simple illusion?"

"I apologize my lord, in this state..."

"I want to further excuses. Let us move on."

They tried the same thing again. They first sent Sludge to open the door, then Muck and Guck tossed their swords in to break enchantments before calling them back.

Once more, Muck entered first.

Blightlord does a sort of 'hammerspace' but his pouches draw out from his own Pocket Dimension.

Burning and Pstorm do something similar, but their pockets are very small in comparison.

As he was teleported, Grime whispered a spell.

When he came out of it, he smirked confidantly. "I should have an effective counter."

He placed a hand on the Knights, Sludge, and Blightlord.

"This should negate the spells effects on you."

After having watched the ward, and going through it himself, Grime was certain he had found a counterspell as the Knights led the way inside.

((Blightlord doesn't know that yet ))

Seeing Sludge being teleported to the ceiling several times, Blightlord was beginning to doubt his first guess.

"Gwime, check fow more wards."

The Lich nodded. "It seems that this spell effects the entire room."

Blightlord was deep in thought. He supposed falling from the ceiling to the floor was a price worth paying, but he had to wonder what other traps there may be.

He sent Muck and Guck in once more, then hovered in mid-air before entering the room, Grime close behind.

Blightlord crossed his arms, seeing Muck fall through the floor.

"There must be a spacifwic pafway acwoss..." muttered Blightlord.

He snapped his fingers and a small ghost appeared next to him.

"Swudge! Find the cowect was acwoss!"

The ghost nodded quickly and went to work.