Collab post by Voidus and Aonar After the third time that Sparkles had teleported right in front of him he gave up any hope of leaving her behind and continuing on alone. Instead he turned the volume on his playlist up as loud as it would go and rearranged his ears around the buds until they sealed off all sound. If he was going to have to put up with it then he might as well at least get some silence while doing so. The inside of the tower seemed completely surreal, the unanimous black rendered much of the towers detailing obsolete, all that could be seen everywhere was the same monotonous black. He continued on, doing his best to ignore his shining companion until they reached an open room, near the top of the tower, readying his various weapons Bioterror made his best attempt at stealth as he slowly entered, the room was sparsely furnished, a smattering of chairs and a table, both of them dwarfed by the large man occupying the rest of the room, he stood facing the entrance as though expecting them. This is why we don’t light up entire buildings like christmas trees. Bioterror silently scolded his companion. Well I assume this is one of the ones we’re supposed to take care of, might as well get on with it. He eyed the man from the door, activating his ability as powerfully as he could he tried to destroy his nervous system but as expected the man did not instantly collapse. Epic then, that’ll take a few minutes to work but in the meantime. His arm-blades began to secrete a poisonous substance, it wasn’t any faster than his power was on an Epic but it’d guarantee the man’s death even if he got out of Bioterror’s range. He charged for the Epic just as his playlist switched to Battle of the heroes.
Midnight waited calmly, hands in his pockets, as several more flashes of light came from below. A small smile played about his features. While their go-to plan wasn’t as… personal, as he liked, it was always amusing to see what was left over.
Eventually, their unexpected guests showed themselves. A man and a woman, both obviously Epics. The man was strangely deformed, with reptilian features and razor-edged bone spurs in place of hands. The woman wore translucent golden armour, seemingly made from light itself. A fleshwarper and a light manipulator? Sparks. The thoughts came over Nightshade’s mental link.
They paused a moment, and Midnight winced, a sudden headache coming on. The fleshwarper rushed forwards, bone blades at the ready. Raising a hand, Midnight snapped his fingers, and everything went black.
Nightshade spoke suddenly, breaking their tense silence. “One of them’s a light manipulator, certainly. Is the plan still going to work?”
A flicker of annoyance passed across Darkquake’s face. “It’ll have to. If we can catch them off guard, we should be able to slow them until Az arrives, even if we can’t kill them.”
“Then you’re on.” The inside of the tower went dark as he spoke. Stretching out a hand, Darkquake touched the shadow’s surface. It instantly solidified under his fingers, before starting to buck and writhe like a living thing. A muffled crunching could be heard from within, and sweat started to bead on Darkquake’s face. Solidifying this volume of shadow was difficult at the best of times, and artificial darkness was always harder to effect. After another moment he pulled his hand away, breathing heavily.
The room slowly lightened as Midnight stepped outside, looking pale and drawn. Almost as one, they turned towards the door, trying to see what remained.
Bioterror cursed mentally as the room was suddenly blanketed in darkness. His eye-contact was broken which meant he lost his connection to the Epic he was trying to kill. Stupid lightbulb-Epic can’t even keep the room lit. He felt no feedback as he swung his arms through where the Epic had been standing. No matter, he’d have to wait til the Epic tried to attack him and go by his other senses. Suddenly the air around him seemed to become almost solid as waves of energy began to pass through it, cascading against Bioterrors body, shattering some of his weaker bones and crushing his flesh. The sudden pressure vanished as quickly as it had begun and the room began to lighten, he collapsed onto all fours as his bones and flesh began to rewind, one of his eyes had been forced out from the pressure but quickly soared back into its socket. He stood up as he was made whole again before cracking his neck to one side. “Ow.” A subtle flash from behind announced the return of Sparkles who had presumably managed to teleport out before she got squished. “Our turn then?” He asked, not bothering to turn around to address the irritating light manipulator.
He didn’t leave her a chance to respond either, he’d regained feeling in his limbs, that was enough. He charged forwards once more, enhancing his hearing and sense of smell in case they knocked out the lights again.
A bright flash revealed the room. The light manipulator stood unharmed, as expected, and the bloody pulp that had been her companion slowly pulled itself together, not showing any sign of the damage it had underwent.
“Crap.” Darkquake blinked, trying to make sure of what he was seeing. “High Epics, then. We’ll just have to stall.”
Nightshade mumbled to himself momentarily, communicating something to Azrael. After a moment, he grimaced, his gaze refocusing. “Az isn’t answering.”
The fleshwarper finished pulling himself back together, and charged again. A crack split the air, and a figure suddenly inhabited the door, wreathed in shadow.
