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((Sorry, reread, Dub means two or to.))

"Wha?" Snikker asked slowly, but a quick rap from a vine of his brother's made him turn around.

"Oomie wans ussns ta follo' 'em."

"Oh."

"Leed da way."

"Me Prikka!" Prikker says proudly as his brother whumps him over the head.

"Nub nub, lat nub blah dub oomie strangas!"

As the soldier looks on, Snikker is suddenly gone, and in a flash of darkness the Troll is right in front of him.

"Who lat be ash!"

((Ash: One or First. Lat: You. Nub: No. Oomie: Human. Blah: Talk. Dub: Two or To. I'm actually speaking orcish, but my Troll RP Villaingroup uses it as Trollish as well :P.))

"Derrr..."

"Durrr..."

"..?"

"?.."

"Me am kold."

"So ar me."

"Skah, no lat ain', you wrapped in plants!"

"'Ey, what dat?"

"Me nub stupid!"

"Nub! Lookie!"

Indeed, the Troll Brothers spotted what appeared to be humans approaching them.

"Stoopid Oomies, whatchu want?!" Screams Snikker as Prikker's vines begin to sprout all around.

"Cut et awt!"

"Nub, lut cut et awt!"

Prikker and Snikker were your average trolls. Idiots. Brutes. But Prikker had been in Crey's Folly before, and a bit of exposure to Crey fertilization chemicals has changed him for good. Vines follow him everywhere, and he is constantly complaining that he can't "Gerra good klompin' off on any oomies!" Snikker has, however, gone on a far stranger path than his brother. After buying 'dyne from a Council Galaxy, he's always been a bit odd. Heroes who fight him notice a bit of a drain from his punches. A dimming of light around him. Snikker is always mocking that his brother "'S gorra use mojo to get klompin'!" But Prikker always argues back about his "Bad Mojo" Brother. Right now, the Trolls were fighting for a shot of uncut superadyne. In ten seconds, however, they wouldn't know where the hell they were or why.

Welcome, my rooks!

((Any Trollspeak translations can be handled in PM's. By the way, I'm not Malta for once!! No promises that nobody will show up, though...))

*Ears perk at the sound of evil*

Now, joining the Nemesis, the heroes begin to see scattered Council firing weapons into the beast.

Then Trolls.

Then Skuls.

Then it seems that every villaingroup is contributing against the monster...

"She's all yours." Reikoff states simply as his gunslinger downs the mix.

"By the way, why the hell were you shooting us back there?!"

Marcus laughs at the 'bots compliment, but Reikoff nods in agreement.

"Tell you what, you can have her if you can get my friend here-" He points to the limping Curtis-"Some meds. Broken ribcage, we think. Deal?"

"Christ." Marcus mutters as Curtis limps to the other Maltans.

"What the hell was that?"

Reikoff wilted under the barrage, but as the robot drew back for a left-handed punch, the commander grabs her fists.

Screeching curses to the heavens, he orders Marcus to get her...And the Engineer brings the sapstick down...

The Malta converged, save for Curtis, who had been hit hard, attacking the robot with EMP sticks and weaponry...

"There she is!" Reikoff screeches, "Fire the TOW's!"

((Sorry. Gun nut shining again. TOW Missile - BGM-71. ))

The heroes looked up as the began to hear thundering cracks.

"Second volley...." Roars a Master Sergeant of Nemesis as his Armigers fire storm rifle barrages into the Kraken, making it scream in agony.

"FIRE!" And another crackle of explosive gunfire.

As the boat whirrs to Paragon, the giant monster can already be seen. From behind him, Apollon hears the order.

"CHARGE!"

And every villain in the city rushes forward, flinging all ammunition available into the beast...

((Okay, powerposter is history. Apollon, oh what a secret you shall find.))

Apollon is nearly knocked over as alarms suddenly roar to life and Crey power guards rush past him.

"What's happening?!" He asks a Trollkin Gunner who was popping in a clip.

"Da Kraken's up, 'n boss says me gotsta klomp it afore it innerups da plans, you comin'?!" The Troll explains and inquires, motioning to the literally hundreds of other villains swarming past them.

Morgant, ((Who, FYI, is a Virtuian as myself,)) I've only RP'ed with you in-game, and I have to say, you really, REALLY handle your characters well. Morgant is great to intereact with, and conniving and plotting against people at the D that one time was some pretty good fun. You get quadruple points for maturity for apologizing for a certain incident that wasn't even near your fault, and I have to say, I'm having trouble saying anything bad about you.

Roleplay on some of my threads, whydoncha?!

Shin,

You're doing fine, I think. You're balancing yourself well.

Khell, you ((And Billyboy, if he posts here, just for reference.)) really, REALLY bring characters to life. I can make Curtis a cowboy, Reikoff a badass and Marcus a techie but you can really make multi-dimensional personalities. I respect that.

Essex, you're far better at balancing yourself than I am. Not only that, you'll take a punch ((From Curtis even)) and not magically resist it. That's a style that shows that you're far more experienced at this than I.

Thanks lots...Yeah, she's right, really. Noone ever really, REALLY loses...I mean, I can have Reikoff thrown from a train, but he'll have a helicoptor there in about ten seconds. Mebbe we should all work on this.

As the crab spiders pass a building, bullets suddenly begin to rip through the door and plaster! The Maltans let loose with deep-penetration AP rounds and attack the stomping spiders on full auto.

((Seriously, I'm not sure I like some heroes having these incredible powers left. Might write myself out and give you guys some villains left to fight in a bit.))

((Okay, but by the way, you have to understand that most villains are running. I mean, not all of them, but pretty much every large group of them you see, especially high-tech ones with good communication, will be running with disregard for loot.))

((Wait, what origin is she?))

((Seeing as how I'm a new member of Grendel's Blood, Imma test out my Trollish.))

((A-hem.))

"Yub yub, nice haul!"

"Har!! Dis great munniez!!"

"Skah, plenny o' cash hur!"

A den of Trolls sit around the massive pile of stolen goods. This would set them for life.

"Me gonna get dis one!" Yells a Caliban as they begin to divide their great plunder...

((Any odd troll-ish language confusion, and you can just PM me for a translation.))

As the heroes discover the madness, they see many of the villains are putting aside differences, and, quite frankly, getting the hell away by boat. They all seemed to be going in the same direction...

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Hurricane girl sees flying clockwork carrying wounded Lost, Family dragging Skulls from burning buildings, and Crey breaking open cars, only to let Malta into the vehicles with them before roaring off.

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Langley and Experiment see other groups, but it is clear that those hellions and skulls were uninformed. They rush past a group of Outcast and Circle of Thorns closely trailed by Hellions and Skulls, all running without engagement...

Even Trolls and Tsoo run alongside each other towards the sea...

Agent Langley is interrupted as a set of doors near him burst open, a Gardvord and three Trollkin literally tripping over the man.

The Gardvord and two Trollkin get up and scramble on, but the other Troll seems to have somehow wounded himself.

Agent Langley looked on. The troll had hit it's head and chest on rocks, but for a 'dyner, that would be like getting hit with a piece of cardboard. What was wrong with them?