Thread: ROGUES GALLERY - CRISIS: MIRRORED - START UP

"Ow...Ow..." Dr. O says, clambering out of the rubble, his fingers severed. "Guys! I think you killed her!" He cheers.

Cleric shook his head and gave Breeze her cape back. "Don't want to get that bloody." He laughed. "I'll bandage myself up later anyways."

"I insist, apply pressure to stop the bleeding, or I could do this the hard way and use a little gust to wrap it around you tightly" she said like a concerned mother once again shoving the cape to him.

M. shot Breeze a look before scanning the horizon for any sign of his nemesis. She had to be around somewhere....

"Someone must have seen where she went," he said. "Unless....one of you killed her already?"

In which case, he wasn't sure if they had done him a service or injustice.

"Fine. Fine." Cleric laughed before beginning to treat his wounds. He turned to M. "Liberty is dead. I saw to it personally."

Striking Breeze decided not to meddle with M and leave him as he wasn't taking this as a joke, then again he didn't understand some of her colloquial and regional language. "Wow, guess there's not much else to do then" she said looking at The Cleric again.

Sighing, M. bowed his head in a moment of silence. Whether it was for his fallen foe or the victory that might have been his was unclear.

"Then I will go back for my troops and the civilians," he decided. "Our mission is over; we must find a way back to our universe."

With that, he rose into the air and began his flight back to where he had left his troops stationed.

Suddenly, Empress Tyrania, covered in cracks that were bleeding purple energy and spreading all of her body, erupted from the rubble, glaring down at O. "You think you can cheer for my defeat?!" she bellowed, lunging down and trying to swollow him whole.

OOC: Tyrania is dying, she's actually going to die directly after this, just giving her time for her death speech but if anyone wants to get a really cool kill shot on her, nows your chance.

Demon Hand looked down at his arm which was beginning to crack. "I'm done anyways," He chuckled before turning it into its sword form and sending a shockwave slash at Tyrannia.

Mist watched Demon Hand fire boredly.
She took a swig of her hipflask, then sat back onto a piece of rubble.
She stopped.
Wait, she won't self-destruct, will she?

Tyrania gasped as the slash hit her weakening body. "This can't be..." she muttered, energy flowing out of her cracking body in bursts. "I'm a goddess! I can't be killed by mortals! I can't!" she yelled in disbelief, her body, as Mist feared, preparing to explode.

DEMON!
Mist leapt through the air, grabbing Demon Hand.
She grabbed onto him, warping through a shadow.
She landed on top of him in a heap, near the portal they first entered.
The Black Mist lay on her back, panting softly.

"Ah...thanks," Demon Hand said with a blush on his face as he looked at Mist. "Also could you get o...AH!" Demon Hand clenched his left harm in pain as it began to turn back into its normal red burned form. However once the arm was back to normal it began to crack slowly making Demon Hand scream before it dissolved into dust. "Damn I knew I overdid it."

Need a hand...?
The Black Mist said, eyes shut.
She was still lying on her back, but managed to move closer.

Demon Hand panted as he turned to Mist before nodding. "Yeah," he said weakly. "Thanks for saving me back then."