Pious

Gun Kata - Late afternoon. Wednesday 4th of April.

[Certificate 15. Very gross fight scenes, not suitable for anyone under the age of 15]

Pistol and Spruk had had an eventful day beating up a mole and assassinating a threat, but they now stood outside a large Freakshow warehouse not too far from the Mansion. Over thirty thugs accompanied them, armed to the teeth with machine guns, assault rifles, pistols, knives and even a fireman’s axe.

“The operation is simple” said Pistol, addressing the armed mob. “You go in, kill everything in sight, destroy their precious new super-weapon and get out”

An explosive clip somersaulted graciously through the air, it approached a large metal gate and just as it collided with steel, a trio of gleaming bullets struck it hard, triggering a small explosion so powerful, the steel gate crumpled and fell with a loud clang. An army of bionetically modified punks stood and glared at the invading gang.

“The gang is here!” screamed the mob, marching into the ranks of the Freakshow “Everybody cower in fear” came the follow-up line, ushering in a storm of gunfire. An enforcer whips out his dual machine guns and sprays down a line of steel-clad freakshow, tree punks leap out from behind him; one wielding a machete, he runs directly into a tall freakshow and slices him in the knee, and as the man bent over in agony, the thug leaps into the air and brings the knife down on his neck. The second thug swung an axe in an arc, slicing a freakshow in half; he follows through on the momentum and spins with the axe, taking out another freakshow who ran in from the back. The boy must have been sixteen, yet the fireman’s axe was deadly in his hands, continuing with the same momentum, he had built up enough speed to flip himself over, axe first; as he lands back on his feet; he brings the axe in over his head and strikes a tank swiper across the forehead with immense force. The third kid brandished a magnum, sniping away at every metal-armoured freak that came his way. One tried to sneak up on him, he was welcomed with a pistol-whip that sent him flying across the floor.

The raid was going well, the invading gang had cleared a path for Pistol and Spruk without any casualties, yet they kept going; relentlessly mowing over the oncoming tide of freakshow.

“How’s family?” Pistol asked Spruk, making conversation as they watched the slaughtering like mundane entertainment.

“Family’s good. My dad’s getting on my nervous though – he hates what I do.”

“Heard you broke some guy out of the Zig the other day, word is, your dad saved your butt from Commander Beet.”

“Oh is that what you heard?” said Spruk, sarcastically.

“Well, it’s nice seeing you alive and poisoning. You should come by the Mansion more often. Didn’t you get the invite for yesterday’s party?” asked Pistol, but Spruk couldn’t answer. They had reached the end of the warehouse, where a small gas canister laid, shining in the sunlight from a nearby window.

“This is? It doesn’t look much like a weapon to me” said Spruk.

“I don’t care. Dragon, burn this place down,” Pistol ordered. Just then, an ocean of Freakshow jumped down from several platforms above the warehouse, surrounding the mafia mob.

“When I heard you were here Pistol, I couldn’t believe it” came the voice of a female freakshow, stood on a high platform near the warehouse ceiling. “I thought to myself, why would the Godfather walk into my warehouse?”

“Sparkette. If I’d known you were gonna show up, I’d have brought your husband’s head.” Pistol spat, her voice was cold and spiteful. “I killed Crash, just this morning. Turns out he’s not as loyal to me as I’d thought”

Pistol expected some sort of response, but Sparkette remained oddly silent, perhaps she was upset. Pistol braced herself for the worst.

“I’m assuming this gas canister behind me is flammable. I don’t know what kind of super-weapon it’s supposed to be, but on this island, I always make sure I have the upper hand over my rivals, and my enemies. Sparkette, years ago we could have been friends, but that time has passed. I am truly sorry about your husband, but, you know as I do, that it’s a dog-eat-dog -” Pistol was suddenly cut off her sentence, as the gas canister received a thunderbolt, shot from Sparkette’s bionetic armour. In the time it took for a fly to bat it’s wings, Pistol activated her mutant aura, an impenetrable field of pure energy, simultaneously, she deployed a similar field which spread across the room like an umbrella over her thirty henchmen. Just as the canister exploded, an invisible energy field consumed it into nothingness. For the first time in the day, Pistol broke a sweat. “Bad move Sparkie” she uttered, panting.

Hundreds of electric shocks and spinning discs shot from the ocean of Freakshow, but they merely bounced off Pistol’s mutant energy fields. “Gang, annihilation formation!” screamed Pistol, and the mob tightened up into two single files, circling around Spruk and Pistol, the front line were gunmen and melee fighters hung back. “One-two, fire!” screamed Pistol, lifting the field slightly to allow a whole round of gunfire into the ocean of Freakshow. “Reload” she screamed and the melee fighters leapt out, slashing and hacking at those who slipped through into the umbrella force field. “One-two, fire!” the melee fighters ducked to the ground and watched as a hundred bullets raced through the air from a 360 degrees line of fire. “Reload” and they leapt into the air, stabbing and slicing away, climbing over severed machine and human body parts.

Minutes later, the last of the Freakshow ranks were gunned down and the melee line chased hungrily after runners. Sparkette had stood watch over the massacre of her men. Pistol looked up into her eyes and smirked. “The Vahzilok are on their way here, they will claim the bodies of your army and nobody would know this ever happened” said Pistol, ever so coldly. “I’m… so sorry”

Sparkette turned on her heels and disappeared through a back corridor. Suddenly a whining noise is heard, followed by Sparkette’s headless body flying across the ceiling. The frame of a huge afro-American squeezed through the corridor and onto the platform. “Sorry I’m late” said the man.

“Axel!” screamed Pistol, happy to see her ex-husband. Axel absent-mindedly kicks down Sparkette’s severed head into the mound of other Freakshow corpses and leapt over the platform, landing on the ground with a mighty thud and a small crater. Pistol gives him a hug and asks him to ‘improvise an exit’. So he punches a whole in a nearby wall.

“Lets head back to the mansion, Spruk” said Pistol. “I don’t mind hearing more about this guy you broke out of prison. Maybe over a nice glass of wine”

“Sure, why not” he replied. “You’ve walked me throw an action-packed day, we definitely should hang out more”

Under a derelict bridge in Brickstown, the legendary archer Manticore met secretly with Militia representative Mer'de - a giant blur creature resembling a gorilla.

"Listen, I don't care what you read in the paper, Countess Crey isn't the humanitarian she pretends to be. I need you to help me find out what's going on behind Crey's closed doors. I've been contacted by a man named Drake who wants out of one of their facilities. Get over to this location, shut the place down, and get Drake to safety. If you walk this path with me, you may often find yourself in the shadows. I don't operate like Statesman and the others. I hope you're ready for it."

Mer'de replied in few words, "The Militia and friends are more than happy to help, Manticore."

((Mer'de, the Amber Banshee and Arrow Flame are ready for the missions ahead, but if anyone else want to help out tonight, post here or PM and links can be made IC. Thanks))

The Assassination Ring - Mid-afternoon. Wednesday 4th of April.

Spruk and Pistol enter the Guest Hall, at the east wing of the New Mafia Mansion, where the Carnivals of Shadows rehearsed their mind tricks and illusions. Spruk signalled for his gang to ready their weapons, but Pistol interrupted. “This has to be a clean hit; we don’t want to cause uproar in the Guest Hall. First thing is to find their leader Muse, but to avoid detection, I will cloak us all.”

Individually, the notorious Pistol cast a purely reflective energy shield around the assembled thugs and within seconds, she and Spruk were racing through the building in search for the Carnival boss, Muse.

“Found her, over here” Pistol whispered. “Get into position, but be careful, these clowns have a few clever tricks up their sleeves, if they detect you.”

Slowly and quietly, a dozen gunmen surrounded Muse, guns raised and pointed at her head. Slowly, the energy fields fell away revealing, to Muse’s horror, New Mafia’s signature assassination formation. The fear on Muse’s face lifted Pistol’s ego well above the stars, she cat-walked through the circle of gunmen and stopped short of Muse’s face, ready for another speech as the new Godfather of organised crime.

“I bring you into my house and you threaten me… you disrespect my honour… and you betrayed my act of friendship.” Muse butted in with pleas, and cries, “Please, Alicia, we’re one of a kind you and I, we had a deal and I swear to you I have not betrayed it, please” but Pistol showed no mercy.

Punishing the Mole - Mid-afternoon. Wednesday 4th of April.

“You shouldn’t have killed him so soon. We could have played with him a bit more, because him more pain” said Spruk, the toad-like teenager who loved to inflict death and pain to all except allies and beautiful women. He stood with the notorious Pistol, in the compounds of the New Mafia Mansion, after murdering an associate of the New Mafia syndicate down at the basement.

“What did you have in mind Spruk?” asked Pistol, sporting her usual black leather trenchcoat, a huge contrast to Spruk’s lime green one, which only matched his own poisonous skin colour.

“We could have cut him, or shed his skin or poured acid over him”

Pistol remembered breaking into her own basement to find two ‘Freakshow’ metal swipers, street punks with crude bionetic implants disfiguring their bodies, wandering around. At the sight of her, they stood rigid, struck with fear. “Err, hiya boss”

In the blink of an eye, Pistol had blown the freakshow’s head clean off its neck. His friend tried to run but a shot of acid from Spruk’s mouth held him in place before melting him into green gas.

“Spruk, I think we caused Crash and his guards a lot of pain” said Pistol, waking from her day dream.

“If I ever leaked inside information out to your enemies Pistol, would you kill me too?”

Another flashback struck, reminding Pistol of the tin-clad traitor nicknamed Crash as he lay on the basement floor, bleeding from a dozen bullet wounds. She remembered slowly walking up to him, pumping with rage and spitting a question or two at him, before kicking his head in with the heels of her shoe.

“Yes” said Pistol, “so don’t.” She opened up her cell phone to receive a call, but flips the phone shut two seconds after. “Spruk, listen up. Last night, the gang had a small party; we invited a few circus performers and word is, their leader plans to take me out later this evening… maybe I’ll show up early”

Sionis and the Circle of Thorns - Noon. Wednesday 4th of April.

It was an oddly beautiful day in Nerva Archipelago. Outside of a Crey office tower, two figures stood talking. Both wore long black trenchcoats that draped majestically off their shoulders. One was roughly six feet tall with a dark leather mask covering his head entire and with great big dragons tattooed onto manly biceps. The other was female, shorter and thinner, her dark hair fell backwards under a black bandana.

“Sionis, an honour meeting you, call me Pistol” said the woman, offering a handshake. Interestingly, the man simply stood and stared at her. “Okay. Well, your reputation precedes you as I can only assume mine does, otherwise you wouldn’t be here. Your gang is more than welcomed into the syndicate as discussed, and today, I get to see how you work.”

Several minutes later, the two crimelords were doing what they did best, crime. A golden bullet erupts from a dark barrel and flies across a derelict office floor; it bursts through a hollow pillar and penetrates the skull of a gowned Circle of Thorn mage. The wizard is thrown backwards off his feet and sent falling over a balcony. With a bone-crunching thud, he lands into a ceremony of demons, spirits and wizards. A dozen spirits and two Behemoth demons rise onto the balcony to investigate, followed by a string of wizards running up a hidden stairway. Sionis and his gang were quickly cornered on that balcony, while Pistol and her armed thugs looked on from afar.

Without hesitation or prolonged drama, the demons engulfed Sionis’ gang in the flames of hell, narrowly missing the crimelord himself. Arrow after arrow grazed Sionis has he made an escape through a nearby corridor. He backtracked on his own steps and found himself back in the company of the notorious Pistol.

The woman was not impressed; in fact she was disgusted at the appalling display of battle. In her mind she analysed the situation and orchestrated a plan in which the invading team, her and Sionis, could clear the room before them quickly and efficiently.

“Stay here” she ordered, as Sionis’ backup crew joined the party. She had roughly sixteen thugs armed to the teeth with machine guns, pistols, knives and even sledge hammers. Sionis’ crew brought the numbers to about twenty-two, but even then, Pistol knew a full-on attack would only get them an express medical teleport to a hospital, with burn marks to tell the tale. “Everyone wait in here, I’ll be right back”

A small string of pure energy smacked one wizard across the head, as hard as a pebble. He spun round and followed the direction of the attack, gingerly making his way towards Pistol. She backed up into the waiting crowd of armed gunmen and eventually the wizard too emerged, only to meet his doom. As predicted, the Circle of Thorns demons, spirits and wizards filed into the waiting mob to investigate, only to be gunned down one at a time.

“Job done” said Pistol, with a patronizing smile. “Find the Mu, tell him you’re here to rescue him, if he hesitates, just grab him and meet me at the New Mafia Headquarters. Got that?” Sionis didn’t reply, but merely ran back through the corridor and onto the balcony where a Mu hovered aimlessly. “What is he, mute?” asked Pistol.

“His gang is a little untrained but I see potential, boss” said Falcon, one of Pistol’s trench-coated enforcers. “At least they’re following your orders”

Hello Hyperian Watchmen. I think that "Maybe, just maybe" is probably no longer the best title for your thread, so you can email Bridger to edit the title for you. Thought I'd tell you in case you didn't know it can be done.

**YOU'VE GOT MAIL**

From: Dragon (The New Mafia Syndicate - BTA "The Gang")
To: Hatesman
Subject: Anarchy

Yo word up Hatesman, so like me and the boyz waz chillin with the Boss right, you know, Pistol. And my man Falcon sawed this message on the interweb, ya hear? And we told da Boss right and she was all like 'Yeah mail him and' erm.. well she speaked dem proper English and me can't remember what she said actually. But basically yeah, your plan for the Anarchy ornamization sounds cool, yeah. And the Boss says she wants to see you. Come down to the Thugz Mansion in Archpelgo right, and she says she'll talk about a coolition of horses so long as she remains a high ranking member in ur Secret Society, ya with me?

Wes' Side

Finally, Amber's is finished and episode 4 is ready for viewing at friday.webeden.co.uk. Enjoy

[u]Out-of-character[u]

It is probably difficult to avoid this ongoing plot because it seems a large part of our roleplaying community has taken enough interest to participate, but also because the nature of the story could politically affect the world you roleplay in permanently and that could be deemed as God Moderating across the community. However, I argue that anyone who wishes to can simply ignore both the process and the outcome of this community-wide plot.

Narrating and moderating this plot will be Ammon (White Vampyr) and myself, Pious (Pious Hunter) who will also be leading figures of the campaign in-character. Feel free to send either of us private messages for both out-of-character and in-character information or discussion, but I ask that you please refrain from posting OOC on this thread unless (like this disclaimer) you feel it is necessary to back up an IC post.

This is a pre-meditated attempt to revive this plot and in-character wise, re-launch this good-willed campaign. Note that we will sometimes use non-playable characters in the City of Heroes such as they City Representative.

Lastly, nobody is perfectly skilled and although we are confident in our ability to moderate this plot accurately, if you notice a flaw in the story or an incorrect fact, or simply wish to critize my (I can't speak for the others) moderating skills, do send us a PM. Thank you for reading this, I hope you make of this plot all the fun you can.

[u]In-character[u]

10 o'clock in the morning, Monday the 26th of March. Paragon Television 2 broadcasted a live speech from legendary hero, the Ultimate addressing the world, concerning the newly renamed 'Heroes among People' campaign.

"Many of you opposed the Heroes for People campaign because of the accusations implied within the petition, both costumed heroes and civilians. Yet enough people saw past the words to carry it on in a new light. Heroes among People campaigns to build a Memorial Garden with plaques and statues of the men and women in this city who have sacrificed their lives serving the people. The countless soldiers of the US Army who fell to the Rikti, the men and women who died helping in the War, the costumed individuals who's lives were lost in the fight, all of these were heroes of the Rikti War.

"The Memorial Garden will also commemorate the heroes of today who have died going that extra mile, honest, hardworking journalists, doctors and nurses on the front lines of battle, special agents, police officers, and soldiers who stand and fight even when the odds are against them. The list goes on.

"Heroes among People also campaigns for a day or two to celebrate the living heroes in our city and remember the dead. The holiday shall be called 'Heroes Today' and on the first of those two days we shall recognise and award the outstanding heroes of this City, the people who must risk thier lives everyday; from the fire-fighter, to the police officer.

"But perhaps most important of all, on the second day, your hard-working 'supers' shall decend from the skies just to say 'thank you'. Thank you for your support, or your information, or the various other ways you have helped them help you.

"This is the aim of the Heroes among People campaign, and the good news is we already have the attention of the City Council. We will be using all medias to power this campaign, television, radio, and even the newspapers." the Ultimate paused, preparing to close his speech "We've been given permission to forward the names we had before, but there is a new petition and I've just read it out to you. You can find copies to sign up to online and on hand-outs from the Paragon City Boy Scouts. If we can get enough names, we can finally set-up a day or two, just to say 'thank you' to the real heroes alive and dead"

Yes. Global chat channels allow communication across both Union and Defiant servers. Are you 'Free Spirit'

Sounds good Red, see you tonight at 8.

Thank you Red, its good to be back. I'm having trouble with the demorecord playbacks on your patrol shot as well as Storm's. We'll need to schedule a time to re-shoot those quickly. I had the same trouble with Crozius and now Amber's but its kind of too late to reshoot these ones. At any rate, editing Amber's interview is taking forever! The roleplay was like over an hour long anyway, so its no wonder. LOL.

So like, if you've ever played in a mass Thugs Mastermind team, you should already know the benefits. If you haven't, then why not try and see for yourself?

So attention please, all Thugs Masterminds. If you have room to join a global chat channel, type in /chanjoin Gangsters and enter the Thugs Mansion, where all thugsters can link-up to team-up.

Hey guys, I'm back and glad to finally present Episode 3. I have 4, 5 and 6 to do and hope to have them up by the end of the week. Then we can return to schedule.

The petition 'Heroes for People' had reached the Ministry of City Security in Founders Falls and the public outcry could no longer be overlooked.

"For too long, the city has idolized its super-powered citizens and ignored the real heroes in the city, those being the regular people who fight without the benefit of any super-powers, relying solely on human spirit and heart, to make the city work" the minister read. He looked questioningly at his advisors.

"Well, its a valid point of view I guess" one said, "however, super-powered or not a hero is a hero, right?"

"The city puts up statue after statue of the super-powered" the minister read on, "sending the message to the kids out there that if you can't be super-powered, you can't be anyone." The minister slammed the document hard onto his desk. "And the public are actually following this garbage? What kind of twisted individual wrote this?"

"Err" uttered another advisor, flicking through a file in his hands. "She is a registered heroine, sir. Relatively new to the title. Records here suggest she's a reluctant volunteer to the job sir, she came about her abilities unintentionally. Its fair to conclude that she isn't particularly proud of her 'superpowers' and naturally, the superpowered"

Another advisor spoke, "thats a good enough motive to shame the superpowered in this way. The irony of the matter sir, is that she is romanticaly involved with Eric Mitchell, of all people"

The minister read on, "it is time the city recognized the true heroes of Paragon. Those who don't have super-powers to rely on and still make a difference. Those who keep the city running without the glory, status, or influence given to the cape-wearing few." The minister sighed.

"Thats not true, every hero is rewarded somewhat. Be it glorified with medals, rewarded with titles and status, like yourself sir, or even honoured with statues"

"This young heroine is clearly badly imformed. I understand where she's coming from, honestly, I do... but she's got it all wrong. Kids who turn to gangs are kids who simply will. There are many more children who idolized heroes in sports, music and pop culture as well as crime-fighters and registered heroes" another advisor explained.

The minister threw down the petition, rose from his chair and faced his window. It was a beautiful afternoon in early spring, yet trouble stired among the citizens of Founders Falls. The minister was annoyed, but remained composed. "Read the rest to me, lets find out what she proposes"

"We the undersigned are petitioning the Paragon City Council" an advisor read. "To erect no more statues of super-heroes, but instead donate those funds to putti-ong more clinics for the homeless in the streets of Kings Row and Skyway. To offer scholarships to bright kids in the run-down areas such as the Hollows, giving them an alternative to 'dyne, gangs, and crime."

"Fund the homeless? Scholarships for bright kids? Thats already being done" said the minister. "And to stop erecting statues? She's asking that the City Council do more to identify heroes amongst the people, not erecting statues in their honour is the opposite of what she's asking!"

"Judging from her wording, she may be under the impression that only or mainly, heroes with supernatural abilities are honoured with statues" said one advisor. The others laughed. "Like I said, this woman is poorly informed. However her message of passion seems to have caused some discomfort amongst veteran heroes"

"And with reason" said the minister. "Something must be done. Call a meeting with the Militia for tomorrow night and have Ellen put me through to the City Hall. And do me a favour and find this Suzi White, bring her here"

"Yes sir"

"Sign this petition to show your support for the real heroes of Paragon City - its people" the minister read. "Supporting the people of this city is my job, reconsider this statement Ms White and perhaps we can come some conclusion" he said to himself. "The state of the public is unstable, thanks to you, one way or another, something has to come of this, but as long as heroes risk thier lives, from soldiers to doctors of the Rikti War to memorable politicians... statues will rise."

Bad news is, I couldn't finish editing episodes 3 and 4 in time to air it, before flying off here.

Good news is, the US is awesome. First week here in Indiana where they all drive super-huge trucks! lol

Hey guys, I've got the footage but I've been busy readying for my trip, not enough free time. Worser even, my PC has been suffering from severe virus attacks for the past three months and I have tried everything adviced. The only solution now is to re-install windows, if I can find the disk. Not to mention get my broken disk tray fixed.

Anyway, I hope to get episode 3 online bofore I travel, its the best I can do with so little free time. I'm actually really, so glad people like the show, thank you. I will endeavour to produce.

PS. Is there anyone who can /demorecord? Or is willing to learn? If so then maybe Max, you can carry on while I'm away?

Glad to hear it Shadowe, and thanks for the compliments. If you can make it tomorrow between 8pm and 12 midnight, we can film Samantha two weeks in advance. Because I am going to America on Monday, for three weeks. *dances a happy dance*

8pm start tomorrow, likely to be filming up until 12 midnight. See you guys in-game!

I had to make a lookalike to stand in for Max at the Crozius interview.

1. Speedie [Done] and Acenra [Done]

2. Crimson Archer [Done] and Number Nine [Soon]

3. Amber Banshee [Soon] and Crozius [Done]

4. Vigilante Storm [Soon] and Red Commissar [Soon]

Thats four guests to see if not on Wednessday evening then on Thursday. How're these dates Max? RC? Zortel?

Nightsparrow Attacked! - 14.02.07

Posing as police, the leader of the New Mafia, Pistol, flanked by her twin sister Falcon Blitz, a loyal friend Dual Cannon and a dozen enforcers, infiltrated the heavily-guarded penthouse holding the accused vigilantee, Nightsparrow. It was a shocking operation, with three police officers who were under Pistol's payroll able to grant access by forged ID's. Why? Aparantly, she wants Coile dead, for standing up against her in Pocket D several months ago. She had a gun to the hero's head, during New Mafia's invasion of Sirens Call last December but it seems death by the bullet was too easy. Pistol vowed to kill everyone the man cares about, starting with his wife, Nightsparrow who is with child.

However, Pistol overstayed her visit. The Silent Tempest, the Militia and the real Police were soon alerted and Pistol's men were forced to retreat. When Nightsparrow revealed that she would have been happy to work a deal, Pistol refused to leave without learning of her proposal. However, Nightsparrow refused to talk, so Pistol attacked her. Even while pregnant, the expert martial artist dodged the kick-boxer's strikes effortlessly but oddly refused to retaliate. At which point the Police emptied a hailstorm of bullets upon the Mafia crimeboss. Unfortunately, the bullets simply ricochette off her energy force field, killing two officers and servely wounding three other persons. Several objects around the room were struck and three glass windows shattered in an instant. Pistol escaped through an open window, flying through the air in the cover of Falcon Blitz's lingering cloud of darkness.

The corrupt officers have been identified as Detective Carl Fortune, Officer Macey Jones and Officer Eric Newton who are now under police arrest. Athough the Police Chief promises that there was no way of knowing about the case, FBI have begun yet another investigation into the PPD Police Department in Founders Falls. - Andre Hepburn, Hero Magazines.

I'm hoping (Max, Zortel, Gorbaz and Amber) that you are free this Saturday afternoon or evening to film?

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Basically I want to start a new African American toon called Blackflag. He'd be a super patriot in the vein of Captain America, but I wanted to know if the name offended anyone first?

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I don't see it offending any other person except an idiot. The name Blackflag is far from offensive mate.

Hey Gorbaz, you're welcome to set up a suitable time and date with Max and I this week, to film.

I've done the first half of episode 2.

Dragonfly has an enchanted crystal in her sword that allows her to shapeshift, levitate and coats her in a liquid-steel armour thats only really as strong as iron. This is a defensive uber-sword, so it doesn't make her crazily powerful.

There is a second sword which Genesis Blade now uses, that has a different crystal which generates heat energy, boosts flight/foot speed and also manipulates time. The latter ability is controlled however. The user of the sword can only re-trace their steps back in time as far as their memory allows, its best use is for teleporting.

I have loads of other heroes but their powers aren't fudged as much as the swords.