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[Sariel of Tevet]

The Nightman heaved a mighty sigh and put away his sword. Taking a look around, he noticed a flurry of feathers, blood, customers, regurgitated field mice, boobs, zombies, vampires, some more boobs, a twice regurgitated field mouse, and a vampire robot clone positioned on all fours attempting to eat the twice regurgitated field mouse.

"HEY!!"

He ran over to the vampire robot clone and pulled a rolled up newspaper from the infinity portal in his arm, and bopped him on the nose.

"Hey. Stop."

And bopped him again.

"Stop it. That's not food. Nnnnnnnoo."

It took of to presumably go eat something elsewhere and lick up blood like the rest of the vampire robot clones, atleast they served some purpose. As opposed to Horror who was still reading the newspaper and waiting on his salad...which may or may not be covered in field mice and bird feces at this point, if the waitress survived Sark.

The Nightman sauntered over to the PA system by the cash registered and made an announcement.

"Welcome welcome, slaves, patrons, and partners of the Project Midnight Whooter Base....now with 100% less Whooters and three times as many vomited rats!"

Umm sir they aren't rats they ar....y...yes...I am sorry. I...no..Hey watch it! Oh great you threw the microphone at me. GOOD LUCK MAKING YOUR ANNOUNCEMENT NOW.....sir.

"Ahem. As I was saying. WELCOME. HERE. TO OUR PLACE. THAT WE HAVE INFILTRATED. Now that we have an established base next to the enemy, I am going to go spy on them. Deuces."

The Nightman walked around the corner and into an alley that served as a pathway between the two buildings. He opened up the infinity portal in his arm and placed it against the brick wall of the Storm Riders hideout, and consuming a small brick towards the floor. He peered through and attempted to eavesdrop.


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The Dayman ran over to Vespi and grabbed onto her shoulders.

"Interference? Distraction?"

He stood up on a table near Vespi and began to strip.

"These plebes can't even spell interference OR distraction. Me? Well I can afford not to know how to spell them, my narrator does that for me because I am royalty. It is the transitive property of narration! I know what he knows and he knows what I do. Therefore I can spell interference and distraction, which royalty most certainly is. It is in the name! Look at this body. Look how it glistens. How it sparkles and demands attention. This codpiece...it draws the eyes from miles around, and even some blind people! Now."

The Dayman hopped off the table and seated himself in his codpiece go kart.

"No distraction would be complete without a race through the city. Breaking things as we go. Organized anarchaic chaos! The true royal way! Whose with me!"

Stratus jumped from his bar stool all the way to his bike and rev'd the engine.

"Alright old man, and if I win. You give me that beer."

The Dayman turned on the codpiece go kart and exhausted filled the bar.

"Deal, you shall have your alcohol welfare if you can break more than I can, and win the race."

He reached down to his radio turned it on, and cranked the volume. A particularly potent form of dubstep began echo through the bar, although hindered a bit from all the exhausted, and sounded like an electronic mash up of shattering glass and burning buildings atop a man screaming "Kristallnacht" every few seconds.

The Dayman shook his head and turned the music off.

"Now that's just inappropriate, poor people in this country are quite strange.

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The Nightman fell backwards as exhaust wafted into his face and created racoon eyes around his evil clone face. He ran back to the Whooters, busted through the door and yell:

"SADDLE UP BOYS. IT'S TIME WE HAD A LITTLE RACE."

[Sariel of Tevet]

Scarlet flinched as her makeshift cover was kicked away.

"I'm aware of the seating availability," she deadpanned, "Diving under the table was purely reflexive." She huffed slightly as the boy didn't seem to be listening to her at this point.

"I'M CALE EFRUN, THE SQUID RIDER!" he suddenly shouted. Scarlet raised an eyebrow at him, then shook her head, entirely unsure what to make of that.

"It's like everyone here has tourettes. Really strange, crazy tourettes."

The demon turned her attention to the snippy gang leader from before, who at this point seemed to be the only one capable of talking sense. Two groups seemed the most logical, as this current party was, aside from gargantuan, noisy and painfully obvious. Scarlet took careful note of who seemed to be interested in what positions. Until the Dayman started stripping. Then she tried to take careful note of anything but what was in front of her.

"My eyes can't take much more of this nonsense," she muttered to herself before standing, "Traditionally I'd be better suited for infiltration, but that group seems to be filling quickly. I'll run distraction."

[Sariel of Tevet]

"I will join the infiltration team," said Izaak. "I have no vehicle to help distract the Blade Riders, so I would be of no use there." He turned to Vespi. "My mist form spell will probably come in handy with going under any locked doors if no one here is able to pick locks, or possibly getting to otherwise unreachable places."

[Sariel of Tevet]

Kayla frowned. She had seen Leske's expression when Cale announced his name, indicating that he clearly knew something. She wanted to find out more, but... distraction really just wasn't her style. With a sigh she stepped back, resigning herself to the infiltration team.

She looked at Cale and remarked, "I think I can guess which team you're going to pick."

Cale grinned. "You heard the man! It's a race, and I want a rematch! Maybe this time I'll avoid that pesky barbarian. Besides, I think the Dayman is the best chance we've got to find out about our past."

"I... not so sure about that last part," she replied, "but do whatever works for you, I guess. Have fun, and... just be careful, okay? It's bad enough to have lost my memories, I'd rather not lose my brother too."

He chuckled a bit, then walked over and hugged her. "I guess I can try to avoid getting in too far over my head. Just this once. C'mon, Boopen Jr.!"

"Hokay :3" Boopen Jr. replied as it leaped from its seat and flopped down on the ground next to the Dayman's ride. Cale stepped on and stood poised and ready to begin the race.

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With an unchanging expression following the Nightman's return, Sark snapped his fingers. Immediately a chariot appeared out of thin air, pulled by two vampire horses. The Vampire Lord stepped aboard and grabbed the reigns.

"Ready whenever you are."

[Sariel of Tevet]

Bartholemew chuckles, and stretches- still shirtless apart from his longcoat, as he strides to stand at his full height at Scarlet's side. "Well, I suppose I may as well.... help with a distraction, if we're all here anyway." He says with a wide smile, fangs showing.

MEAAANWHIlE!

Three Bikes are entering the City, from it's northernmost gate. At their head is a woman- all are helmed, but the woman still sticks out; she gleams with an light the others do not share. Their bikes engine's roar, and their armor rests on their forms easily, the powered suits whirring to life as they near their targets.

A Laugh escapes the womans lips, and she grins wide beneath the stylized, winged helm. Her armor bears an notable codpiece- as does that worn by her two comrades. Their bikes scream down streets- homing in for the center of town, as led by her.

Because she has had a vision- a coming darkness.. and warriors, who will stand at her side against it. She's unsure as to what the darkness is, or who will stand with her against it- but that's alright! She is a Hero, a Champion of Light, of Hope! Surely, such details will resolve themselves if it is fates Decree She continue to stand against the Darkness!

A laugh, as they pull in to a triangle around a central location within the city- and one by one, she and her two Knights dismount- hitting the floor with a mighty thud. Helms fold back in to suits, as they look to each other. The woman has silver hair- one of the men grey, the other black. All are smiling cheerfully.

YET ANOTHER MEANWHILE!!!

A Chuckle and a Laugh, followed by the resonant sound of one man clapping, announces a new presence behind the Nightman. Formed and called by the hatred of those present for their targets combined with that of their victims for their slayers, he is formed- an tall, ordinary looking man, in an black suit. He smiles faintly, as he approaches the Nightman, clapping.

"My...But you do know how to put on a show. And your hunting something that belongs to me... well, something that belongs to me is in the same group as the one who bears what you seek- to be more.. precise." he says, chuckling.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Pullio leaves the group, completely intent on distraction. As he does not know there is a race involved, he cannot be of any help to anyone. He heads to the market place, completely sure that he can cause a massive distraction there. One his way, he shoves through a crowd of people that don't move out of his way in time, and grabs an unlit torch. "Things are about to heat up," He mutters in gaelic before heading over to a man conveniently selling straw. The berserker stares calmly at the man, which somehow makes this fierce barbarian seems even more ferocious. The man starts to say something, but quickly leaves when Pullio points him to another part of the market. The crowd stops and watches the barbarian with curiosity, wondering what this foreigner has in mind. They quickly start to scatter when he pull out steel and flint, and starts a fire in the hay. He grabs a bale of burning hay, lights his torch, throws the bale of hay into one part of the market and the torch into the other. Due to the dry grass that is all over the place, the fire quickly catches, casting flickering lights over the mad barbarian, lights which seem to display a slight hunger in Pullio odd, shifting eyes.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Spirit

Before Spirit could even make a reply, that was when a random Faerie got her attention. Everything happening so fast she had to try her best to process it all. "Wait- for one, where is Pullio? what exactly are you doing that I have obviously missed, and why am I suddenly a part of a infiltration team-" Haley then spoke of being in the infiltration team, and Spirit closed her eyes for a minute. "-never mind... I guess I will agree and do what you said, going on the team for whatever reason, I guess I could use a random amount of events transpiring in my life." Taking one more look around for Pullio, she waved her hand. "Wherever he is, he owes me one." She murmured to herself before shrugging her shoulders to the Faerie. "Whenever you are ready, oh fearless leader." She looked around again, noticing also her wolves were gone "Pullio..."
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And in fact, her wolves had followed Pullio. They now sat behind him, heads turned to the right and left as they tried to figure out what he was doing. Mystic more so confused then the violent Shadow.

Selene

"I suppose I will go where I am needed, I can create big waves to cause another distraction, though I suppose the others are doing that with a race. Or I could be also of value to the infiltration team as I can go through small cracks with only slight difficulty and I do not really make much noise to begin with which is something I have used to my advantage before." She was still excited by her new name Selene that the one known as Windborne Haley had given her.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Pullio looks down at the wolves and smiles. "Fire cleanses," He says to them in his native language, knowing they wouldn't understand. He turns and walks away, heading towards the area where the paladins are. He reeks of fire, making it extremely obvious to whomever who just set the market on fire. The barbarian runs a hand through his hair, his right fingers beginning to rub a charm. Suddenly he stops, nose lifting into the air. He takes a whiff and his eyes open wide, "Odd," He murmurs, still in his language, "There is a...non-human scent nearby. Almost like....the Chieftan of my tribe...It smells...clean. Maybe I need to distract them?" He immediately starts trotting to the paladins, rounding corner after corner, dodging, shoving, and even throwing pedestrians aside, all of which freaking out that the market is burning and a huge barbarian with two wolves is racing through the street. Pullio rounds another corner and screeches to a halt, staring at the paladins in pure shock. "W-who....w-what......?" Then his eyes fall onto the woman. In shock, his jaw drops a bit, then he quickly pushes it shut. Another whiff at the air confirms the scent is from them, but it is too difficult for him to discern which one. Pullio rolls back his shoulders, brushes his hair from his face, and walks towards them. His back is stiff as a board, and hiseyes are towards the woman, obviously taking her for the leader. On the outside, he looks confidant, ferocious, insane, and distant. On the inside, he is fighting back a blush, an urge to roar and chop up her companions and claim her for himself, and an urge to...surprisingly run away.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Hakuzo strolled casually through the market, a fist-sized, bright orange fruit in hand. He took a large bite out of it, a little bit of juice dribbling down his chin as he chewed. He wiped his face off after swallowing. 'The first bite is always the messiest," he thought, glancing down at the dripping fruit in his hand. Juice fell to the ground as he thought about the taste of the strange food. He'd never had anything like it when he'd been living in the Land of Flowers. There was a lot that he'd been exposed to that he'd never seen outside his home village. New food, culture, fights in the streets, living conditions, fights in the streets, yeah, mainly street fights. He hadn't been prepared for that, but people around here seemed pretty unfazed by it. Something he certainly hadn't been prepared for however, was the barbarian setting the market on fire. Something he was even less prepared for was the flaming hay bale that slammed into his back, knocking him straight to the ground.

He pulled himself up from the ground, hearing screams and shouts, and general chaos and panic as he regained his senses. It took a moment to realize the market was now on fire. Unlike the rest of the crowd in the market, he remained calm, or as calm as one could be when surrounded by a panicking crowd shortly after being slammed to the ground by a flaming hay bale. Fire wasn't really an issue to him, however he didn't want to be stuck here with the crowd. He followed after the evacuating people, staying a short distance behind the crowd. He quickly moved to another part of the city, blinking through crowds and allies before finding a place where people were mostly at least not freaking out, only to get thrown out of someone's way, quite literally. He blinking back the way he'd been thrown from, slightly forward as well, hoping to tackle to the ground the person who'd thrown him. Unfortunately he missed, and fell to the ground in a heap, skidding along a short distance before stopping. He looked up to see the barbarian pushing through the crowd. By this point, he was about ready to claw out the huge man's eyes, and wanted some kind of revenge. Transforming into a fox, he weaved through the crowd, tearing after the man at nearly twice his own pace. He was about to pounce on the barbarian, but stopped as they reached an area devoid of people, save for three intimidating people in armor standing in front of them. He slinked behind the barbarian, deciding to get revenge later and find out who these people were first.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Vespi and Geirhald watched Pullio storm off without anybody and begin burning down the market. Geirhald made a noise like sandpaper squeezed through a funnel.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “He’s dangerous.”

Geirhald watched Pullio (and then the Knight lady) for a moment before turning to Vespi.

“What, she demanded.” When he made a low whispering sound, she snarled. “No, I can – “ A harsh rumble. “I…no, you’re right.” She hugged her arms to her chest and moved closer to the Sandstorm. “You’re always right. I’ll lead the Interference team; you lead the Infiltration.”

Geirhald nodded slowly, making exaggerated motions to make it clear that his ephemeral form was even making a move.

“Shall we go?” Before he moved, she stood up and kissed his forehead, leaving a perfect glass imprint of her lips. She giggled and re-entered the bar while Geirhald plucked the glass kiss and studied it, smiling as best he could.

Interference Team

“Interference Team,” Vespi shouted at everyone. “Come with me. We’re riding out first.” She grimaced at the Dayman and Stratus. “Whatever it is you’re going to do…do it big. Infiltrators gather with Geirhald outside. Do as he does; follow his actions; he can’t talk exactly, but he knows what he’s doing.”

She walked off again. Outside she winked at Geirhald and mounted her bike, revved the engine, and waited.

Infiltration Team

Inside, Haley leaned towards the water elemental. “Selene. You should go with Vespi. You said you can make big waves, yeah? That’ll be good out there.” Then she hopped up from the bar and joined Geirhald. The big Sandstorm Faerie regarded the bandaged woman and clutched the glass kiss to his chest until it sunk into his shifting mass.

“Haley,” she introduced. Geirhald nodded slowly, looked over at Vepsi one last time, the distance between their groups seeming like the Abyss Canyon out in the Wastes to him, then back at the bar. “You gonna do alright with the no talking bit?”

“Can…talk,” he forced, sounding like the loudest roar of wind Haley had heard in a while. “Few…words…loud…”

“Got it.” She started up her bike and waited as well.

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Villains Team

“Hey, whoa,” Horror shouted, seeing Nebrious warp in near the Dayman. Then abruptly, he turned to the terrified owl waitress at his table, bearing a field-mice salad. “Can I get a side of raspberry vinaigrette with this? Oh, and also an iced tea? Thank you.”

The monster picked at his salad, shoving a forkful of rancid mousemeat and lettuce into his mouth. “Jeez,” she said around his food. “Land of Snow beats Land of Flowers for the World Cup! Didn’t think they had it in them.” He twirled an owl pellet around his dish, not noticing the waitress return with his dressing and tea. “I think I owe someone money on that…”

[Sariel of Tevet]

Interference Team

The Dayman heard Scarlet declare for his team and chuckled to himself.

"More competition! Congratulations on joining to smash em up race!"

He scratched his chin and squinted at his gps...plotting a course.

"Hmmm. I suppose I should make this more official."

The Dayman clinked his codpiece against the gps course he plotted and his infinity belt opened itself, bathing the city in a glorious infinite royal light, as well as a series of 64bit powerups and checkpoints. Finally, a starting line plopped itself down in front of the codpiece cart and Stratus' bike, and a control panel was placed near Scarlet.

"Now, there will be six check points around the city, we each must create a certain amount of destruction to fill the bar in your hud," he paused to point at the little bars above everyone's head who had joined interference team thus far, "once it is filled you can go through a checkpoint. There is no specific order, all you need to do is get through all six and meet the requirement of destruction. There are powerups around the city that we can use to attack each other, civilians, buildings, you know...whatever we want."

He pointed to the new control panel in the bar.

"And THAT, is for anyone who wishes to create a vehicle for the race."

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Villains

The Nightman had a few things to deal with. Everything seemed to be happening at once what with the new guy, World Cup news, a race, the stench of Horror's...salad, and The new Vampire Lord chariot complete with vampire horses on the reigns. He shook his head and placed his face into his palms.

"Well...when it reigns it pours I suppose."

He wasn't very proud of that and neither was I, so he face palmed even harder.

"Horror, take that...food...to go. It's race time. Figure something out."

The Nightman started to turn towards the new comer, but took a second to turn to Horror again.

"And now owls...please. No owls."

He finally addressed the new guy.

"Alright Chuckles, you may as well come along. As long as our plan advances we don't mind helping each other a bit. Grab a car and let's roll out. Oh and Chuckles, no clown cars. No clowns."

He turned and pointed at Horror again.

"And no owls."

[Sariel of Tevet]

"Oh, this will be easy." Leske chuckled and simply walked over to his own bike that was already parked outside. He wasn't even bothered by the magical bar that had appeared over his head. He hummed thoughtfully for a moment and then snapped his fingers. A pair of grenade launchers appeared out of thin air. Leske grabbed them and affixed them to the front of the bike. Then he conjured up some UZIs and strapped them to the seat, facing outward on either side.

"That will do for a start." he decided.

"If anyone doesn't like being shot to death with projectile weapons I suggest you avoid this bike!" He called out.

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Ephantus walked over to Haley and the faerie. "So how do we proceed from here?"

[Sariel of Tevet]

Izaak moved to join Haley and Geirhald as well, being sure to keep a good distance between Ephantus and himself.

There's something off about that man, he thought, regarding Ephantus. Can't put my finger on it. I'll need to keep a close eye on him.

"I'd like to know as well," he said, addressing Geirhald. "I have a recommendation. If you'd like, I could teleport us to whatever entrance you wish us to use. Quick, quiet, and possibly the safest route. I say possibly because I have no idea what kind of anti-magic defenses they might have as well as the fact that teleportation to an unknown location can be dangerous.

"If you know of a place close by that is free of obstructions, that would be our best target point. I've known many a mage who tried to teleport somewhere they weren't familiar with, and got this much of their arm," he raised his arm parallel to the ground and made a slicing motion near the middle of the upper arm with his other hand, "stuck inside a wall or a tree. There's no hope of saving their limb, so they'd have to get an amputation by way of axe or sword in the field. Few were able to get to a healer in time to regenerate the lost limb. Those that couldn't are nearly useless as mages now."

[Sariel of Tevet]

Spirit
Spirit was outside already since she realized her wolves were gone, and she was looking around almost frantically before licking her lips which had been dry from some whistling. "You better bring them back safely Pullio...." she cursed under her breath before turning about with the infiltration team and only kept herself from leaving as she glanced at Haley's watch again. "Money, money for getting what I need... payment for the watch, just think about that." she whispered this to herself making sure she was not facing anybody as she did so before shaking her head and meeting up with the team. Behind her, Selene had gone off separate from the group, so if she needed to use her powers in case of an emergency, she could.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Bartholemew, takes one look at the Mario-Kart Track, and shakes his head- before dissapearing and hiding in Scarlet's shadow. He becomes non-physical, and slides away for a while.

As, in the Center of Town- the Two Paladins raise their blades at the Berserker's approach- but the woman leading them signals them to stand down, as their helmets rise in to full readiness.

The Woman, meanwhile, dismounts her bike to face him. She's a hulking figure- clad in that massive suit of metal armor which makes her Tower above most, as she frowns at him. "You are the one responsible for this Chaos..? By the lady, how could /this/ be one of my - no! I must not question destiny- HOWEVER! I must question /you/ Good Sir!" she says- speaking in an Authoritative, booming voice. She Signals the Paladins- who move to go start helping put out the fires, moving to rally local teams of fire-fighters and to rally civilians in defense of their own homes. Meanwhile, she stares down the War-God Barbarian.

"I will not stand for such reckless endangerment of civilians! For what purpose have you brought this chaos to this fair city?" She demands of him- not realizing he doesn't speak her language.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Pullio stares at her in utter confusion, eyes flashing with a bewildered gaze. "Respon-," He murmurs, racking his brain. Poor Pullio's simple mind cannot grasp the words which were hurled so forcefully and quickly at him, so he just stares at he. Then he recognizes why and he flashes a big, toothy smile. "Distraction! Pullio not work with shiny ass, so Pullio distract here. Then Pullio meet..." He looks at her for a moment before pointing to himself, "Pullio. You?" The berserker, distracted by the movement of the civilians, watches the paladins frantically try to put out the fire. "No!" HE calls out, stepping towards them, "No! Must distract!" He throws more people, including to many tailed cat person, out of his way before stepping in front of a paladin with a bucket. "You stop!"

[Sariel of Tevet]

Interference Team

Vespi nodded as her team solidified, satisfied that her distraction team was going to get the job done. And if the berserker was off on his own, then that just means that it would be more difficult for the Blade Riders. With a perfunctory engine rev, she called to her team still trickling out.

"You heard the codpiece! Six checkpoints; raise hell; distract the Blade Riders!" Without seeing if everyone heard, Vespi took off, leaving a sparking skid mark where her bike had been

She flicked her right arm and a thick bolt of lightning lanced out, knocking the first Blade Rider she saw off his bike. Her destruction bar filled a little, and she grinned in spite of herself.

Infiltration Team

Geirhald watched Vespi go with a grimace. Then he turned to his own team.

"No...warp..." he churned at Izaak. "Way in...secret...hidden...you don't...I know...inside man..."

"An inside man?" Haley asked. Geirhald nodded. "Where'd you find him?"

"Atmos...fae...rie...sympa...the...thizer...Coward...but...good man..."

Hearing the difficulty with which he spoke, Haley turned to Izaak. "No teleporting. But, that mist form thing might be useful, yeah?" She looked to Geirhald, who nodded. "Can you keep that on us until we get there?"

"Have...moments..." Geirhald said. "In...ter...fere...ence...team...need...time...'

"Right. We'll give them a moment to draw the attention." Even so, she turned and looked expectantly at Izaak.

[Sariel of Tevet]

"I've never tried to use the mist form cantrip for more than just myself," Izaak replied. "It might work, but I would have to change the incantation, and I've never tried doing that. Just let me know when we're ready. I'll be over there," he pointed to a corner, "in meditation. Hopefully, I'll have the proper change come to me. It's worked before."

He walked over to the corner he indicated, sat with his legs crossed, and began to meditate, hoping that the change would come to him.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Leske saddled up on his absurdly (and illegally) armed bike. He Slid on his shades..well actually he always wears them so he took them off and then put them back on again. He started the engine and Creedence Clearwater Revival started playng from somewhere. "Time to lock and load!" He decided tyo just roll with the craziness.

Hehe, get it? 'Roll with it'?

Well whatever.

Leske took off on his bike after Vespi. He spotted a bair of Blade Riders almost immidiately and without pausing opened fire with the twin mounted grenade launchers. Both exploded with dramatic screams.

He spotted another group of them up ahead and grinned. He upped the gas and charged, then at the last moment cut hard to the left, sending him spinnning. Leske guided the spinning vehicle through the middle of the group of Blade riders, the UZIs strapped to either side of his bike firing on full auto. It was a whirlwind of bullets.

"I love my type of magic!" he yelled over the cries, gunfire and old rock music. Ol' Magnus rubbed off on Leske more than the gun mage was willing to admit.

The bar over Leske's head began to fill up.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Interference

The Dayman saw Vespi tear off onto the race course and he scoffed.

"Starting my race before I do. I HAD CONFETTI AND EVERYTHING PREPARED. Silly weather people. No matter, even cheating won't help her win! No weather person can defeat The Dayman in a race!"

Stratus revved up his bike and pulled up just a bit ahead of The Dayman.

"US weather people don't need to cheat, old man. Atmosfaeries are too powerful to have to bend any rules. Destruction is what we do best, old man!"

He stood up on top of his bike and struck a pose.

"And I, Stratus, the largest and baddest of all the Atmosfaeries, will win this race...AND that beer you owe me."

Stratus clinched his fists and smashed him together, sending electricity between his lightning powered gloves.

"Smell ya later gramps!"

Still standing in his seat, he kicked the throttle and the bike took off into the city, spraying exhaust all over the bar. The Dayman shook his head, too confused to even yell back at Stratus. He put the codpiece kart into gear and then shot straight through the bar wall, creating a new hole next to the previous one.

"You know, one day we really ought to tell the kid that he is human."

And with that last remark he took to the streets, and came across the first line of power ups. He smashed through the codpiece shaped one, of course, and it disappeared with a pop as he continued on his way, and repositioned itself right above his destruction bar. The Dayman smiled, truly it was a power up worthy of his royal prowess. He reached up and clicked it, causing a swarm of five codpieces to circle around his kart as he sped through the city. They bashed into people and outside shops as he passed, filling his bar bit by bit as he headed to the first checkpoint. He caught up to Stratus and honked the horn. Stratus turned and saw that The Dayman had pushed a bit ahead of him, and began to laugh.

"Good! You are finally playing! I knew it would take an old man like you a bit of time before you could figure out how to play a game, so I let you score first. If you want destruction, try this!"

Stratus stood up on his bike, and he is extremely accustomed to doing, and faced outwards towards the sidewalk, people and open windows passing by as blurs in front of him. He unzipped his pants and let out a battle cry.

"HERE COMES THE WATERFALL!!! A LITTLE RAIN MAKING IS NOTHING TO AN ATMOSFAERIE LIKE ME!"

People began to duck and hide behind their small wooden shops, others attempted to close their house windows, but few could escape. Causing a widespread sickness for those who came into contact with the "rain". They began to become sick and vomit on the streets, causing others to follow suit who were near, creating a domino effect that soon began to plague the entire city block, even though who were aimlessly watching television inside their homes. Stratus' bar filled up nearly a whole quarter of the way, much to The Dayman's surprise. Who could do nothing but put his face into his palms.

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Villains

The Nightman let open his infinity portal and a giant obsidian tiger lept out, complete with a saddle. He took his seat on the mount and a destruction bar appeared above his head.

"Well that is certainly....interesting."

He clicked the question mark icon at the far end of it, and a rule book appeared in front of his face.

"Oh hey...rules...yay..."