"Maybe we should send Mxy to get the other before traipsing off into the jungle. . ." Danny suggested to Raptor, who was pacing back and forth.
"No! We must catch up to Omicron, we will need Mxy if we run into them." The former Eurostar exclaimed loudly before traipsing off into the jungle.
"Is it just me or is he getting worse?" Danny asked turning, to look at TC. TC looked at Danny, then turned and looked at Chance. Chance looked at Kristogar. Kristogar looked at his bunny. They all looked at each other.
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Monroeville, PA
As the white van roared off into the distance, the small viscous liquid that Priest had previously vomited up, began to boil and bubble. It took a vague and indefinable shape and began to follow the van, leaving a sticky, viscous trail behind it. The sound of a small, high voice singing and laughing could be heard. . .were there someone to hear it. . .
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Grimm's axe swung towards Vengeance, who caught it with his right hand. His left hand held his fiery blade, but itself was held by Grimm's hand. It was a stalemate thus far. Vengeance decided to take a chance. He unleashed his pain pulse. A sickly yellow energy flew out from his hand and into Grimm's axe. The yellowish energy attacked and mixed with blue crackling out from Grimm's axe. Something was wrong.
The two energies reacted violently to each other, Vengeance had never had this happen. The two being were now permanently locked together with a violent, fiery green glow surrounding them. Trapped together, their histories played themselves out inside their own heads.
