The mist seemed to fade, though the air seemed thicker without the mist than with it. What the sparks is going on with this woman? BusDriver thought, examining the Epic.
"Accident, mostly," Mistwraith said. "I was going somewhere, but ended up nowhere. And nowhere ended up somewhere." She shrugged, then smiled. "So what's going on here?"
"Um," BusDriver said, searching his memory banks that were ever-decreasing with age. "2 factions, Vondra owns most of the town now, but we're fighting back." He had to make Quicksilver sound like the good guy. He wouldn't be happy if they lost another Epic to Vondra, and if Quicksilver wasn't happy, no one was happy. He still remembered the day that Hydron had joined up with Vondra. BusDriver shuddered at the memory.
"We, Quicksilver, me, and the team, are the good guys," BusDriver said, deciding to be blunt instead of subtle. He was no good at subtle, anyway. "We're trying to take back from Vondra what is rightfully ours. Wanna join up?" It was one of the worst let's-make-Quicksilver-sound-good speeches that had ever been given, but BusDriver hoped it would work.
Miner pulled himself out of the chasm he'd made with his one good arm, using his arm encased in stone for traction. The chasm wall had protected him from the blast that Miner assumed had been made by Torch, though the ends of his hair had been singed.
As he stood and straightened himself, he turned around and looked at where the platform had been. Now, it was just a crater filled with corpses. Torch, Ringmaster, and Bubble lay there, their eyes lifeless. Miner felt a stab of anger at the three Epics that'd come in and messed the place up. They'd killed his entire alliance. No one was left but him, and possibly Ghostknife, but without Ringmaster, she couldn't be trusted.
They would be ended. He'd heard that one of their names was Paladin. He was the one in the unscratchable armor, with that sword of his. Well, his armor wouldn't save him next time Miner got to him, oh no. \
Of course, Miner couldn't do it alone. He started to make his way north--or, at least, he thought it was north. He'd gotten wind of an Epic, one Ironmonger, who was trying to start an empire of his own. Well, Miner would help him build that empire. He grinned madly as he walked past a group of vanillas fleeing from the parking lot, then opened up a chasm underneath them and watched them tumble into the depths of the Earth.
Oh yes, he'd help Ironmonger build his empire. He had only one requirement.
I get to kill Paladin.