Gooz and Daniel Page stood at the top floor of the MBL headquarters, looking down over the city. A wave of Hell's minions were swarming over Promethean City, destroying everything in their way.
"Shit... lives are being lost already," Gooz said, his head down.
"This might not be a good time to mention it..." Daniel said, "But I'm picking up a strong psychic force on the mental plane. Actually... it feels like two strong psychic forces, merging... and a moment ago, I heard a voice that seemed to be close to them..."
"Do they seem familiar?" Gooz asked.
"Maybe... that last voice sounded like that Prometheus guy that I met at TOMB's party. And... what do you know about a couple of things called the X, and the V?"
"I know they mean trouble," Gooz answered.
"I thought so. And I think they somehow have something to do with all this... this... mayhem."
"I'd be willing to be money on it."
"But anyway... Gooz, with your permission, I'd like to lead the first wave of attack against these things," Daniel said, looking back down at the hordes of Hell.
Gooz paused.
"I'm coming with you," The MBL leader finally answered.
"I think you should stay here and co-ordinate. The League needs you more than it does me," Daniel said.
"Who's in charge here?"
"Point."
Moments later, Daniel streaked through the sky above the city, followed closely both in the air and on land by much of the MBL, and it's new recruits.
Daniel dove down into the centre of the large cluster of creatures, using his telekinesis as something of a defensive force field.
He tried a quick telepathic scan, but it yielded no results.
Okay... no minds... telepathic attack is out. That leaves good old fashioned skull crushing...
And, with that, Daniel began to squeeze tightly on the creatures just by thinking about them.
He flew upwards, levitating above the mob. A few demons leapt upwards, trying to grab him. Daniel remained above their grasp. Several more of them continued their march, towards the rest of the MBL.
Looking around, he noticed a lot of rubble... steel girders, pieces of concrete, that sort of thing... that had been left scattered in the streets following the recent earthquakes.
Cool... weapons.
Picking up a slab of concrete that was about five metres across, he dumped it onto a group of demons, crushing them into Demon-Slurpees.
That worked rather well.
