For those of you wondering I wrote this the day after I watched the episode of "Who want's to be a Superhero" where the iron enforcer became the Dark Enforcer. Kinda silly, but my muse bit me. (also sorry it's so long)
Also, I know it's long, but I was hoping for some feedback on this. thinks people like, things that I could work differently.
It was a lazy day in Atlas. Oddly enough villain activity in the city was at an all time low. Most of the citizens took this as a reassuring sign, while the heroes wondered if they were either gathering strength or licking wounds.
As it were, this was the break most heroes needed in order to do paperwork. One of the unfortunate realities of living in the City of Heroes was that while Hero work was not tightly regulated, there was a sea of red-tape to contribute.
For the Rangers, Manuel Palao, registered as The Chilean Arctic normally did their paperwork. This wasnt because he was lowest in the chain of command. (This was hard to do as there were only three of them.) It was because he was the only one patient enough to do so.
Elbon had been requested to do it before, but ended up shattering a desk in frustration. Fretomex had genuinely tried to do it. In fact he filled out all his forms in triplicate. Unfortunately he did so in his native written language. So the chore fell to Manuel, and he did so gladly.
The three were sitting under the giant statue of Atlas watching the rookie heroes come and go from City Hall, either to officially register as a Hero of the city, to drop something off at the M.A.G.I. office, or just to visit with Ms. Liberty, as the Rangers were doing.
I still fail to understand the necessity of this nonsense. Elbon grumbled.
Fretomex chirped his response; his eyes the only feature on his otherwise flat face smiled brightly. Elbon looked at him and just flicked another penny into one of the many fountains surrounding the statue. It skipped three times and plinked soundly against a rookie playing in the water.
Ms Liberty sat for a moment before looking at Manuel, What did he say?
The Artic looked up from the mound of papers he was filling out (all of which were staying firmly in place thanks to a highly localized increase in gravity) He said, Because its what heroes do, and returned to his work.
Ms Liberty seemed content with that and even winked at the small green alien.
I dont like this, Elbon spat; flicking another penny at the rookie hero, still completely oblivious to the fact he was standing in a fountain.
No one does. Ms. Liberty said. But we have to file all the legal paperwork so the rapists, thieves, burglars, zombies, militants, and super-villains cant get off on a technicality.
Elbon actually managed a smile. I understand the humans need for a legal system. I was actually referring to the lack of things going wrong in Paragon. I mean, He stood and walked over to one of Atlas giant feet, its kind of quiet.
Fretomex gurgled another response, his eyes blinked twice and he punctuated his sentence with something that sounded like a burp.
Ms. Liberty looked a little surprised, I think I understood that one. She looked at Elbon, Did he just say, We should count our chickens while theyre blessed?
The Artic giggled as he placed another page in the stack; it landed on the others with an audible thud.
Elbon kept his smile, Actually thats exactly what he said. He hasnt really gotten the best grip on the vernacular.
Done. Manuel stated triumphantly. Dont think too hard on it Elbon. I dont think its a bad sign. Just call it a feeling; I think everyones just taking a break. He stooped to pick up the pile of papers, and strained for a moment. Um Fret, I need to turn these in.
With a gleeful flick of his wrist the papers returned to their normal weight and allowed the Chilean to take them into the City Hall.
Ill talk to you guys later, Ms. Liberty called after them. Ive got to stay here and help out the rookies.
Inside the city hall was the exact opposite of the rest of the city. Heroes were bustling about. Unfortunately this often included the use of flight, super speed, teleportation, and other traveling abilities. They had been expressly forbidden within the building, but with so many heroes, with so much paperwork to do, it was nigh-impossible to enforce.
Chilean thought the sight of humans, demi-humans, aliens, and even some non-humanoid creatures zipping about inside a city-office building should look surreal. It certainly did to him. Having grown up in a remote village in Chile, he never thought hed get used to seeing this many powers used in one localized place. But to the heroes, and most of all, to the city workers, it appeared to be business as usual.
They dropped off their paperwork to a very distressed looking office worker, who never bothered to take her eyes off her screen.
Ever the empathy, Fretomex patted her gently on the shoulder as they departed.
Down the hall Elbon noticed a gentleman sporting what had to be a cybernetic arm, with what was also a very large weapon. This wouldnt be abnormal in Paragon, though the gentleman seemed to be very upset. No one else seemed to notice the brewing argument between this man and the Hero Registrar, everyone, that is, except his teammates.
Fretomex was an amazing empath. Elbon was certain that Chilean was too, at least to a very minor degree. He figured that was how Manuel was able to translate for Fret often seamlessly. Elbon on the other hand, being highly magical in nature, needed no translators.
The three slowly moved towards the ruckus wondering what on earth the problem could be. Normally, the Hero registrar line would be wrapped around the building twice, but as today seemed to be paperwork day; it was blissfully empty save for this one man who was now beginning to shout.
Heads turned in the building, but no one took serious heed. Fretomex chirped in concern.
He is angry. Very angry. Perhaps we should find out. Elbon answered.
As they approached they heard some of the conversation.
It goes where I go!
But sir, we do not allow rookie heroes lethal weaponry. In fact we...
Its not lethal! I wont kill anyone if they dont deserve it.
Elbon rolled his eyes. Hed had this conversation too. It took the golem some time to realize that he was only to subdue the bad-guys. Lethal force was to be avoided at all costs. Just like the police force, they wanted to save lives, not end them.
Thats not the point sir, The harassed official began again. You indicated that there are no passive settings on your hand cannon. And we do regulate Lower security leveled heroes to not use their full extent until theyve proven themselves.
PROVE MYSELF! The cyborg ranted. I TOOK ON AN ENTIRE BATALLION OF RIKTI BY MYSELF! As if to prove his point his
This began to turn more heads. There wasnt a hero in the building that hadnt been affected by the Rikti invasion. But all knew that it was a joint effort. Maybe pockets were resisted, as in the case of The Chilean himself, but only Hero One, God rest his soul, could make this clamand he wouldnt due to his humility.
Sir, The clerk said showing cracks in his composure, I have been more than patient with you. Your psychological profile was borderline at best, and we were going to admit you to the Hero program but your stout refusal here shows me that you are not Hero material and I am therefore refusing your admission. Please see the Longbow security staff and they will confiscate your sidearm.
If rage were a person, it would have been this, now debunked, hero. He sputtered a few times, saliva flecked out of his mouth.
Two Longbow heroes began to stride forward to take the mans weapon.
Fretomex tensed. Something was going to happen here, for better or worse.
His teammates did as well. The man before them didnt look smart enough not to start attacking inside a building that was swelling with heroes.
Manuel leaned forward on the balls of his feet, were he to need to spring into action.
The man seemed to finally notice all the attention he had gained in the room. Every eye was on him, so he tore the weapon from his robotic arm and thrust it so hard into the Longbow agents chest that knocked the wind out of him.
Wordlessly he turned and began to stalk off towards the exit. He seemed to intentionally ignore the fact that the Rangers were all three standing in his way. As he approached he seemed to take the path towards Fretomex.
Fret hopped angrily out of the way. He was quite used to being invisible whether he actually was or not due to his statue, but this was more than intentional.
The Arctic spat a very foul curse in Spanish at the man as he clipped shoulders with Elbon. The latter shooting a look so vile that he didnt even need his eyes to be glowing with an internal fire to show their distaste.
The room tensed again. Elbon had a reputation similar to the one this failed-hero seemed to want to cultivate. Even though Elbon grinned broadly, his eyes never lost their intensity.
Enjoy your damn Hero status you discriminating pompous [censored]! The cyborg spat again, and walked around Elbon and tore the door off its hinges as he departed.
The Artic and Elbon watched him leave. As they turned back to the registrar, they saw Fretomex tending to the Longbow agent who was actually worse off than they had previously thought.
Manuel laughed as more and more heroes with healing capabilities swarmed the poor agent. We always like showing off when were around one another dont we.
Elbon however, hadnt lost that hard look in his eyes. The Arctic noticed, I agree, he responded to Elbons unspoken concern and they both headed to the registrar.
He looked up from his desk and mindlessly spoke Name, and abilities please
Chilean, ever the face for the Rangers, spoke, Actually we were wondering if we could pull that mans files?
The blurry haze dissipated from the workers eyes. Um, you need proper clearance for that.
Manuel promptly fished out his Hero identification and showed the worker.
Behind him there were protests from the Longbow agent, assuring everyone that she was fine, as well as numerous surges of magic, technology, and numerous other healing activities. Fretomex had dislodged himself, and the hapless agent still clutching the gun, long enough for him to return to his comrades and for the agent to return to the S.E.R.A.P.H. office.
The worker handed back the ID card. Sorry, have to check. Level twenty was all you needed. Here, He fished out a manila envelope as well as a few printouts. To return them just drop them in that bin over there He indicated a mail-slot with the words Possible trouble over it.
Elbon opened the file and handed the background profile to Chilean, the psychological profile to Fretomex, and began to read the technical and biological workup.
They each took their time devouring the information while the other heroes went back to their own paperwork.
Fretomex was the first to speak up. He intoned a very long series of grunts, gurgles, and nonsensical sounds, to which the others listened intently.
I could have guessed he had an ego problem, Manuel responded. What hero doesnt to some degree? But it is disturbing that he showed signs of delusion and possible schitsophrenia. And I could have guessed he was a loner. He has a personality only Mama could love. Even then Im sure shed use the wooden spoon more often than she did with me. I guess that could be a result of all the tampering he did to himself.
The other two looked up with interest, Looks like he was a soldier, nothing too surprising there, but he volunteered for a bunch of enhancement surgery; cybernetic implants, bone calcification, steroid enhancement, just to name some.
He relies on gadgets too much. Elbons dark, rich, otherworldly voice continued. Im willing to bet that gun he had was either a lesser model, or a phony. Reading the technical layout of his implants, his whole arm was geared towards using that gun. But the data here indicates that it wasnt much more than a spit-ball thrower.
Fretomex gurgled intently.
Yes. Chilean agreed, We probably ought to. Who would we tell though?
Elbon pointed outside, and the others followed.
Ms. Liberty was standing once again in the middle of Atlas Park sending rookies on their way when she heard their approach.
She gladly hugged Fretomex, and patted The Artic on his shoulder, Back so soon? The newbies were just telling me about the fireworks in there.
Manuels heavily accented voice sounded, Actually thats what were here about.
Really, The young woman smiled, what more gossip do you have?
Elbon cut right to the chase, Where is your grandfather. This guy could be big trouble.
Ms. Liberty was taken aback. I think hes currently in Kings Row, some re-dedication of the Outlet Factory. Most of the Phalanx are there. Ill let the rooks know as they come by to keep me informed.
Elbon nodded gratefully.
Fretomex gurgled at her again, Yes, Fret, Ill be careful. She squatted so she could give him another hug.
Chilean smiled, Why is it the alien has better luck with women than me?
Because hes just in touch with his emotional side. I warn you though, Grandpa can be a bit, she searched for the right word, distant.
All three met at the yellow Line. Perhaps not for the last time, all three wondered why beings with the ability to run at super-sonic speed, or (in Frets case) leap as if gravity were shut off, had to take the tram.
As they exited, Elbon continued to read what he could on this man they now knew wanted to be called, The Iron Enforcer. Manuel, where is his residence
His only address was a P.O. Box. Not the best of clues, but Id imagine hes in Galaxy somewhere. They have all the new housing.
Along the way to the Outlet Factory, where there was obviously a large congregation, the three ran into a rogue group of Skulls who had tried to claim Kings Row for themselves. They were obviously on a mugging spree, as the groups apparent leader had four purses strung about his shoulder.
They noticed the three and stopped dead in their tracks. It looked as if they were wondering if they ignored the Rangers, maybe theyd go away.
The Alien decided for them as he clicked a witty response and altered the entire field of gravity around the group so that them, and their belongings hung helplessly.
The Arctic and Elbon sprung into action, subduing each one.
I agree, Manuel laughed, Those purses dont go with his outfit.
After they wiped the floor with them, Manuel and Fret went about the task of tagging each one with a transponder, and found a street officer to give the stolen purses too.
They continued to the Outlet opening, and noted that it must have already occurred, as the people were milling about, eating hors dourves and drinking cheap wine. As the three scanned the crowd for the man dressed like an American flag, they were spotted themselves.
Hey guys. Synapse, one of the more personable members of the Phalanx strolled over to them, three trays of hors dourves in one hand.
Hola. Glad we caught you, Manuel said taking a cracker with something resembling cheese on it.
Elbon nodded politely.
Im kinda glad you guys are here, its just me and States. And hes busy playing baby sitter to all the politicians over there. Synapse pointed in the direction of a tightly packed cluster of power suits and business skirts while stuffing another handful of food into his mouth.
Fretomex chirped and warbled for a few moments. Chile, knowing that Synapse wouldnt have paid enough attention to grasp the feeling of Frets sentence translated patiently.
He said we felt the need to tell you about a ruckus that just happened in City Hall.
Synapse stopped his eating for a moment, What kind of ruckus?
Elbons deep voice sounded cold, Some guy who really didnt have the stuff of heroes pissed off because the City wouldnt let him be one.
Synapse frowned. We get more Villain wanna-bes that way. Hang on Ill get flag man over there. He handed the trays to Fretomex, who eyed them curiously, and walked over to extract Statesman from the throng of politicians vying for his endorsement.
When he returned Synapse resumed his eating, while Statesman held a cold, aloft air about him.
Elbon thought the man was a pompous [censored] sometimes. Elbon, himself connected to the Tree of Life (positive or negative aside) was immortal himself. Yet he knew to distance himself from the beings he had chosen to protect would deny who and what he was. Statesman could use a lesson on that. His status as Paragons oldest and number one Hero aside, he seemed to be loosing his humanity with each passing year, and becoming more like well more like the golem Elbon was intended to be.
Whats this about some failed hero? Statesman asked.
Its not just that, The Arctic spoke, keeping his calm, the man has major issues. Hes the perfect profile for someone who would and could become another Arch Villain.
Statesman loftily took the file and leafed through it. Synapse shrugged helplessly at his side. Ill keep him in mind. Now if you dont mind, I am very busy.
I do mind. Elbon snapped. A small tug at the hem of his cape reminded him that Fretomex disliked displays of anger. They literally pained the empathic alien.
Statesmans composure never wavered. He remained cold, and arrogant. Yes, Mr. he prompted.
No Mister, Elbon continued, keeping as much anger out of his voice as possible for his friends sake. Just Elbon. Weve met over five times. I appreciate that youre busy, but this man could make serious trouble. We felt the need to inform you, being that the Freedom Phalanx is usually first on the scene when something big is going down. The least you could do would be say Thank you for your good work. Or something equally as blithe
Manuel looked around. This would be his moment to normally ease things over. But suddenly the air seemed colder than even he could have made it with a snow storm.
I appreciate your good work. Statesman continued after a few tense moments. He sighed and blinked. I honestly do appreciate all the other heroes of the city do. Especially the Rangers. I do remember you. And I will make sure that we keep an eye out for this Enforcer person. He extended his arm to Elbon.
Elbon, grateful that the man had actually remembered their groups name, took it and smiled in return. Your constituents await, He said indicating the politicians all looking hopefully at both Statesman, and now the Rangers.
Synapse smiled, Unlike the Clockwork you guys helped take down, Politicians are immune to many powers. It would be cruel of us to leave you here to rot to their devious abilities.
Manuel nodded, Well get going. I have a few contacts who may have leads anyway.
As they turned to depart, the crowd of people began to cluck like wild chickens at Statesman once more.
Instead of super speeding, or super-jumping back to the Yellow Line Rail, they decided to stroll around. It was a nice day, and Kings Row was an impressive Industrial district.
As they approached the yellow line, Fretomex stiffened. He sensed something out of place. Gurgling like mad, he made two large bounds and landed in the same back-alley they had discovered the Skulls on their visit to Statesman. He looked about warbling angrily.
The other two joined him and Manuel gasped. Why havent they been teleported to the prison? Why havent any police drones come by? Dios Mio are they He couldnt finish the question as it would have been redundant.
The two of them had only felt anger like this when Fretomex confronted a Ritki. They had attempted to invade his homeworld only to be succinctly repelled by the race of gravity manipulators.
Elbon finished the thought. Theyre dead. Have been for only five minutes. T The scene was as gruesome as could be imagined. Their bodies were either pummeled into a lump of flesh and bone, or in some cases theyd been blown apart by some form of high explosive.
Fretomex attempted to push his feelings of hopefulness, and resilience onto the corpses. He could still sense the terror these souls felt before whatever had destroyed them.
Fret stopped his attempts at resurrection, and snapped a short grunt at Manuel.
Got it! The Arctic said, following his comrades request he sped off in the direction of the nearest Police station.
Elbon patted the Alien on the back complacently. He knew that the creature felt things more deeply than others and knew that this kind of senseless death would deeply hurt him.
About 2 minutes later three squad cars pulled up, with Chile in the front seat of the lead.
They began to take pictures, and question the three of them. The Rangers stayed to help the police gather evidence, and when there was nothing left for them to do to help, they waited by the police cruisers to guard them from any low-lifes that would take advantage of the situation.
Well Ive got good news and bad news an officer said as he approached the three.
Manuel, taking his role as the face again, Start with the bad.
Well, the officer continued, The powers used, could fit any number of villains on record. But the M.O. doesnt fit any. So were sure its a new one. Not only that, this is the third scene like this in Kings Row.
Fretomex warbled.
The Officer took that as his prompt for the good news, Its blatantly obvious that even though no finger prints other than yours are on the bodies, that it wasnt your abilities that killed any of the victims.
Who were the victims in the other two Elbon asked fingering the manila envelope he still clutched.
Thats just it, The Officer continued, It looks like we have a rogue hero. The other sites were a group of Hellions, and some Lost.
He didnt wait long did he? Manuel asked sarcastically.
Elbon handed the file to the Officer. Have your detectives study this. In the mean time were going to check out where this guy may live.
Okay yall be careful. The officer took the file and returned to the scene, while the Rangers departed for Galaxy City.
Fretomex and Elbon began to search the P.O. Box from The Enforcers file, while the Arctic went up to the desk to ask for more information.
Manuel still felt self-conscious when he had to communicate in English often. He spoke it with great fluency; he just felt his accent made him an outsider. (The fact that Fret kept reminding him that he was human and thus could never be an outsider was beside the point)
He reached the counter, and waited in line for what seemed an eternity. It seemed odd to him that no one noticed a man in bright blue spandex, a cape, and whips of frosty fog rolling down his arms could draw no more attention than a person in a tweed coat.
What can I do for you, Hero? The clerk asked. She sported the same look that the city workers did in City Hall.
Showing his Identification, I need to see any information about P.O.Box 314.
Without even glancing in his direction the worker pulled up the information and handed Chilean the printout and shouted, May I help whos next?
Manuel ignored her rudeness and read the info. Guys, Looks like his residence was in an apartment complex off of 54th. No number given.
Fret and Elbon looked up from the mail theyd been scavenging for clues.
Fretomex gurgled his assent and they began to head towards 54th.
When they arrived, the looked at the listings; no mailboxes were present. A small voice rang next to them.
You all look like heroes, just like That guy up stairs. A grizzled, woman surrounded by thirteen cats, four dogs, and she appeared to be holding a fish bowl with a dead fish smiled up at the three of them.
Seeing help, Elbon smiled, Yes we are. Do you know where he is? We need him for, Hero stuff.
She looked up at the talk ebon skinned golem through glasses that had to be at least 6 inches thick. Well I dont know exactly. He said something about a hollow, and he put on a new costume. It was real snazzy, just like yours. Only all doo-dadded. With gears and parts from cars I think.
He went to the Hollows? The arctic asked trying to shoo an amours cat away from his leg.
Thats the place. He said there was still a building off of old 14th, which was still intact. He said those trolls and Outcasts needed to be taught that this town was for the citizens, not for the villains She said her magnified eyes glossy beneath her coke-bottle glasses. But, she hesitated, I think he said the heroes had forgotten the city. He seemed really angry. You boys make sure hes all right. She trailed off speaking more to her cats than to the Rangers.
Dont worry Maam, we will. Elbon said, a glint of anger in his eyes.
Once again the trio found themselves traveling. It wouldnt be so bad, but the war-walls that separate the sections of Paragon required the use of tunnels, trams, and then there were areas like the Hollows.
The Hollows had been sectioned off as a war-zone. Which it was. The Outcasts, a large gang of elemental mutants were at war with the Trolls, humans who had overdosed on supadrine, and become creatures themselves. Then one has to add in all the circle of Thorn activity, as well as the enigmatic igneous that had appeared when Grendel, the Troll leader, had blown up have of what is now called the Hollows.
Sure enough when the three passed the massive blast doors sectioning off the only entrance to the Hollows from Atlas, the entire zone was filled with explosions, gunfire, and screams.
Wordlessly the trio made their way towards what was left of 14th street. There was little activity on their way there, not because the war wasnt on, but because obviously something had already cleared a path.
Bodies of Outcasts lay strewn everywhere, Trolls as well. But in one pile of the dead gang members, the Rangers made their most horrific discovery. There were the bodies of three S.W.A.T. police members. The Iron Enforcer had now crossed the line from violent vigilante to full fledged villain. He was killing indiscriminately and didnt care who got in his path.
As they converged on 14th street, it was bluntly obvious which building he had entered. The Doors were blown open; blood and body parts were sprayed about the entrance.
Fretomex growled with barely contained fury. The Arctic stayed at the ready, and Elbons burning eyes scanned the building.
As they entered, the carnage was horrific. S.W.A.T. members, civilians, Outcasts, Trolls, all were lying about dead. Some had been involved in some form of explosion, others appeared to have been seared by a laser-type weapon, and still others looked like theyd been pummeled into oblivion.
As they took stock of the situation, there was a beep from something nearby. Before any of them had time to react a bolt of concussive energy slammed into the tiny alien forcing him through the wall.
Chilean was caught in its wake and was thrown to the floor.
Elbons magical nature was all that kept him from falling too. He listened as he heard alternate crashes, indicating that poor Fretomex had gone through multiple walls, perhaps floors. He looked at his friend lying on the floor; he was breathing, but out of it.
He turned and saw what was once the pathetic Iron Enforcer now clad in full body armor, except his head.
I am the Dark Enforcer. He began, I knew someone would eventually find me. I had planned on ridding this city of villains, but now Ill rid it of all its authority and I will be
Within the span of two seconds Elbon covered the entire distance of the giant foyer to land his fist hard on the Dark Enforcers jaw. He took a few moments to calculate what he had just felt. The mans skeleton was obviously enhanced, and that damn gun still clung to his arm; this one however looked far more deadly.
The Dark Enforcer looked highly irritated that he hadnt been able to finish his diatribe, and landed a good blow against Elbon, who still stood his ground. Though the maneuver Elbon had taken to absorb the blow put him right in line with the biggest nozzle on the arm-cannon.
Without thinking, Elbon shoved his arm, up to the elbow straight down it and channeled as much dark energy as he could.
The result was instantaneous. The cannon exploded destroying it, and Dark Enforcers cybernetic hand. Elbon received as much damage, as his entire right arm was torn to ribbons.
The pain racked his body, and he truly wished Fret was next to him to rapidly heal it. Though Elbon wasnt all that worried, He could already sense his own regenerative abilities repairing the damage.
However, his moment was lost when a very strong, flesh-and-blood, hand gripped him by the throat and lifted him off the ground.
Elbon fought for breath as he was held in the air. He decided that he had perhaps underestimated this villain just a small amount.
The man known as Dark Enforcer was obviously much stronger than his body showed. The remains of his rather impressive gun lay strewn about the floor. Elbon had guessed that Dark Enforcer relied too much on his gadgetry. And to a point he was right. Fretomex hadnt yet reappeared; Elbon hoped desperately that the world hadnt lost the friendly alien. And then there was Manuel, lying unconscious on the ground. He knew that The Dark Enforcer would surely destroy him after he finished with himself.
And now Elbon punched hard at the elbow supporting him off the ground, with his good hand. His other arm had only formed into a small stump past the elbow. And having the life crushed out of him was making his regeneration multi-task, reducing its effectiveness.
The Dark Enforcer laughed, You fool! Im no idiot. Your strength is great, but my armor does absorb most of your dark energy. To punctuate his contempt for the hero Elbon, he squeezed even harder.
Elbon refused to show ANY sign of weakness and just began to lash out harder. His vision blurred, but he still had plenty of time left before he passed out.
I shall destroy you! Venom dripped from every word Dark enforcer spat.
For a few moments Elbon wondered if they were in over their heads. This would seem obvious to anyone who was having the life crushed out of his throat, but to Elbon, this was a mere inconvenience. His real concern was for his teammates. Elbon knew he could heal from practically any injury, especially with Frets help. But the other two werent quite as resilient.
As he pondered this, with black stars exploding in his vision, he felt a wave of righteous anger wash over him and heard Manuel cough twice. A slight green glow emanated from the blast hole through which Fret had been sent. Elbons arm regrew completely.
The fire in Elbons eyes returned tenfold and he began to kick, scratch and punch as hard as he could. He was glad to see that for as strong as the man said he was, he couldnt heal like Elbon.
When Im done with you Ill squash Like most villains, Dark Enforcer had fallen prey to his ego. He began to monologue in true villain fashion, concentrating completely on Elbon. And as such he completely ignored the helium tank sailing towards his head.
With a resounding crash the Dark Enforcer was sent sailing across the room, dropping Elbon.
Even before Frets concerning touch spilled onto him, Elbon tapped deeply within his own spirit and pulled forth a great wave of healing. As he rose to meet their enemy with renewed vigor he noticed that the Chilean artic was already pummeling him with ice shards.
As he raced forward and slammed his fist hard enough into the Enforcers face to dislodge teeth, he felt and heard a familiar displacement in gravity. Dark Enforcer began to hover and grunt as his own center of gravity became his personal center of gravityslowly being crushed by his own weight.
Elbon, unlike the villain before him, had no use for words. Balling up both fists he brought them crashing down upon the Dark Enforcers skull, knocking him completely unconscious.
To his credit, Chilean fished out a tiny transponder and attached it to the now unconscious villain who began to dematerialize only to reappear in the Brickstown Penitentiary triage ward.
Again, he felt a wave of empathic concern wash over him and the Artic, and Elbon was glad that he was never alone.