Evil Arrives [OPEN EVENT]

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We won.

We did it.

He's down.

After my quick kick and the helmeted man and myself crashed to the ground, his helmet falling off his head and my legs landing next to him on the pavement, the man had no more fight left to give, raising his arms and begging for mercy.

Mercy?

The alien did not think he deserved mercy. Too much of a threat to let live. He needed to be shut down. Right now.

Me? I had a different idea in mind as I fired a web-line at the downed opponent's helmet, collecting this strange headpiece. Not a single dent could be found. Whatever it was made of, it was durable enough to withstand my blows.

And I could punch through brick, concrete, even steel with relative ease.

So how did this thing stand up to the punishment?

This required study. I would look over it for a bit before handing it over to the authorities or the labs here at Millennium City. It should probably go the University or Academy, whichever had the better equipment or people to get a handle on what this stuff was.

I then gave a quick look at the man, older yet so destructive in his pursuits. What wisdom did he have to offer that set him down on this path? Or was this a last ditch effort to enact a cruel vendetta, to be written in the history books?

As an investigator, it was best not to assume anything until I had proper evidence for the reasoning behind this attack. But I could wonder. I could definitely wonder.

I gazed at the helmet, then the man, and then at the spear in his wrist. That needed to be taken cared of.

"You're done. You're not hurting anyone else again. Now put your-."

Only a few feet away, I began walking forward before I heard and the symbiote saw the man make a few rather questionable statement before lifting his hand.

It all registered in a second as my memory kicked in. No, he wouldn't . . .

We still needed the man alive!

Even the girl was apathetic to this entire situation! Had she truly lost an important memory? One that possibly made her cold to the situation?

Or was she always like this?

It did not matter.

There was danger.

Because I was putting myself between it on the war path as I leg go of the helmet, the symbiote grabbing hold of it and adhering it to my body.

"WAIT!"

Two blurs would move. Pestilence and Cassidy.

An after-image would be left of myself as I intercepted the danger, putting himself between the bug and the old man. A rare showcase of my speed, of the upper echelons, the limits, of my power.

And this speed was one I was not sure I could maintain for long. I'm not a speedster, but I could move fast, faster than most, metahuman and human alike, in my own right and especially so in small bursts when I pushed myself until my legs and lungs burned for oxygen.

Fast enough to be there when it counted the most.

Besides, holding back was not an option anymore when it came to dealing with this particular anti-hero as his blood pumped through out his body, muscles and blood pressure and electrochemical singles moving legs faster than ever before, as he reached both hands out. Firing as much webbing as possible in a wide berth.

And both hands would reach to intercept the bug's own arms, trying to push it back, stop it, or slow it down at the least as my legs and feet would push and tear into the ground with his great strength, leaving deep gashes in the pavement should the bug and I lock together in a contest of speed and strength. My ability to cling to anything aiding me in this endeavor to provide addition resistance and ensure my grapple was more affective as even the symbiote itself tried adhering to whatever it could independent of my own ability.

Meanwhile, a series of white arachnid arms would burst forth from the suit's back, one would drive into the ground as a third support, another to drive an attack at the bug's face to throw it off balance, and the other two would reach out for Eclipse.

Seeking to rip out the spear and begin wrapping him up in webbing to attach to the back of the suit.

It was all he and the symbiote and I could do.

Stop this bug and keep the man safe but unable to escape.

"STOP! WE NEED HIM ALIVE TO GET HER MEMORIES BACK!"

One last plea.

"WE NEED TO STUDY HIS POWERS! IN CASE THERE ARE MORE LIKE HIM!"

This guy could blast off lasers and lost to us? That did not make the least bit of sense.

Maybe we got lucky or something else was going on. Either way, finding out why someone like him had not attacked sooner or ways to shut down his powers could be beneficial in case there were any more like him or similar enough to him.

And yet, here I am, unable to make a sound argument and fighting for the life of a villain.

Just my luck.