He frowned, mulling over his recent attempts to recruit more capes into his organization. So far, his efforts had been fruitless. The ABB's reputation as a brutal, take-no-prisoners outfit made many potential recruits wary. But Lung knew he needed more parahumans if he was to maintain his iron grip on the city's underworld.
His brooding was interrupted as one of his lieutenants burst into the room, breathing heavily. "Boss! The Merchants - they're hitting one of our drug labs on the east side!"
Lung's eyes narrowed. The Merchants had been getting bolder lately, but this was unprecedented. "Send ten men to deal with it," he growled, his voice a rumbling bass. "Crush them quickly."
The lieutenant nodded and hurried out. Lung settled back, assuming the matter would be resolved swiftly. The Merchants were nothing but addicts and bottom-feeders, after all.
Barely five minutes had passed when another subordinate rushed in. "Sir! Another attack - they're hitting the Red Lotus brothel!"
This time, Lung sat up straighter. Two attacks in such quick succession? This was no random occurrence. "Send Oni Lee," he ordered. The teleporter would make short work of the drugged-up degenerates.
The subordinate bowed and left. Lung stood, pacing the room. Something was off about this situation. The Merchants weren't known for their tactical acumen or coordination. What had changed?
His thoughts were interrupted yet again as a third messenger arrived, panic evident in his voice. "Boss! The Lucky Dragon casino - the Merchants are there too!"
Lung let out a roar of frustration, flames licking at the corners of his mouth. "Enough! I will go myself."
He stormed out of the room, his men scrambling to get out of his way. As he made his way to the garage, he barked orders left and right, mobilizing every available ABB member. Whatever game the Merchants were playing, he would end it tonight.
Lung climbed into a nondescript van, flanked by four of his most trusted enforcers. "Drive," he commanded, and the vehicle peeled out onto the streets of Brockton Bay.
As they neared the casino, Lung's enhanced senses picked up the sounds of chaos - screaming, gunfire, and the distinctive rumble of Squealer's vehicles. He leaned forward, anticipation building. Finally, a real fight.
But as they rounded the corner, instead of the expected battlefield, they found only a single vehicle waiting for them. It was unmistakably Squealer's work if more sleek and refined then previous.
Before Lung could react, the car's engine roared to life, and it took off down the street. Without hesitation, Lung shouted, "After them!"
The chase began, winding through the narrow streets of Brockton Bay. Lung's driver was skilled, but Squealer's vehicle was in a league of its own. It weaved through traffic with impossible agility, always staying just out of reach.
Lung felt his anger rising, scales beginning to ripple across his skin. But the danger wasn't immediate enough, the threat not severe enough to trigger his full transformation. He was caught in a maddening limbo - powerful enough to feel invincible, but not strong enough to end this farce.
"Faster!" he bellowed, but it was no use. With a final burst of speed and a cloud of noxious smoke, Squealer's vehicle disappeared around a corner. By the time Lung's van reached the intersection, there was no sign of their quarry.
Lung slammed his fist into the van's dashboard, leaving a sizeable dent. "Find them!" he roared at his driver. But before they could begin their search, Lung's phone buzzed with incoming messages.
More attacks. More Merchant incursions into ABB territory. It seemed impossible - how could this rabble of drug addicts be coordinating so effectively?
For hours, the pattern continued. Lung would receive word of an attack, rush to the scene, only to find the Merchants already gone or led on another fruitless chase. His rage built with each failure, his transformations growing more pronounced, but never reaching the level he needed to truly unleash his power.
As dawn approached, Lung sat seething in the van, his body a patchwork of scales and human skin. They had been running all night, and for what? A few damaged properties, some stolen goods - nothing that couldn't be replaced. But the blow to the ABB's reputation, the sheer audacity of the Merchants' actions... that was unforgivable.
Just as Lung was considering calling off the hunt and returning to base to regroup, his phone buzzed again. He snatched it up, expecting another report of Merchant mischief. Instead, what he read made his eyes narrow to slits.
"Boss," the message read, "Empire Eighty-Eight is moving in on our protection rackets in the docks. They're saying the territory is under their control now."
Lung crushed the phone in his grip, metal and plastic warping under the heat of his hand. This was too much. First the Merchants make a fool of him all night, and now the Empire thinks they can take advantage of the chaos?
"Driver," Lung growled, his voice distorted by his partial transformation, "take us to the docks. Now."
As they sped towards the new confrontation, Lung's mind raced. This had to be coordinated. The Merchants weren't capable of this level of strategy on their own. Were they working with the Empire? No, that seemed unlikely given the Nazi gang's stance on drug users and minorities. Then who?
It didn't matter. What mattered was that someone had dared to challenge him, to make him look weak. He would remind them all why he was the dragon of Kyushu, why he had fought an Endbringer to a standstill.
"Which Empire capes are leading the attack?" Lung asked one of his lieutenants.
The man quickly checked his messages. "Reports say Hookwolf is spearheading the main thrust, sir."
A savage grin spread across Lung's face, made all the more terrifying by his draconic features. "Perfect," he purred.
Hookwolf was a brutal thug but someone who wouldn't back down from a fight. Unlike the Merchants, who had been playing hit-and-run all night, Hookwolf would stand his ground. And in doing so, he would give Lung exactly what he needed - a chance to truly cut loose, to ramp up to his full, terrifying potential.
As they neared the docks, Lung could already hear the sounds of battle. Gunfire, screams, and the distinctive sound of Hookwolf's bladed form tearing through the night. Lung's grin widened. Yes, this was exactly what he needed.
"Stop here," Lung commanded. The van screeched to a halt, and Lung stepped out onto the street. His men moved to follow, but he waved them back. "No. This is between me and them."
Lung strode forward, each step causing small tremors in the pavement. His body continued to change, growing larger, more bestial. Wings began to sprout from his back, and his face elongated into a draconic muzzle.
As he rounded the corner, he saw the battlefield spread out before him. Empire thugs were engaged with his ABB soldiers, the air thick with gunfire and the clash of melee weapons. And there, in the center of it all, was Hookwolf - a whirling maelstrom of blades and metal, cutting down anyone who dared approach.
Lung let out a earth-shaking roar, causing all combat to momentarily cease. Every eye turned to him, a mixture of fear and awe on the faces of both ABB and Empire members.
Hookwolf turned, his metal form reconfiguring into a vaguely humanoid shape. "Well, well," his grating voice called out. "The mighty Lung finally decides to show his face. Tired of running from the Merchants?"
The taunt hit its mark. Flames erupted from Lung's mouth as he bellowed, "I run from no one! Tonight, I will crush you, and then I will hunt down every last one of those Merchant dogs!"
Hookwolf laughed, his body once again becoming a whirlwind of blades. "Big words from someone who's been playing cat and mouse all night. Let's see if you can back them up!"
Lung's massive form crashed through buildings, his rage fueling his transformation even further. Flames licked at his scales as he pursued Hookwolf, determined to crush the Empire cape and make an example of him. But Hookwolf was nimble, using his bladed form to slip through narrow alleys and around corners where Lung's bulk made it difficult to follow.
With a frustrated roar, Lung smashed his fist into a nearby wall, sending bricks and mortar flying. Hookwolf had escaped, melting away into the night with the remnants of his Empire forces. The dragon's eyes blazed with fury, scanning the area for any sign of his prey.
A flicker of movement caught his attention. Oni Lee appeared before him in a burst of ash, his demon mask expressionless as always. The ABB's second-in-command gestured urgently, pointing in a direction away from where Hookwolf had fled.
Lung growled, a guttural sound that was far from human speech. His transformation had progressed too far for words, but the meaning was clear: What is it?
Oni Lee's voice was calm, almost detached as he reported, "The Merchants have gathered, sir. They seem to be preparing for something big."
Lung's eyes narrowed. The Merchants? Those drug-addled fools had been a thorn in his side all night, but now they dared to challenge him directly? He would show them the folly of their actions.
With a curt nod, Lung motioned for Oni Lee to lead the way. The assassin teleported ahead, leaving behind clones that pointed the way before crumbling to ash. Lung followed, each thunderous step leaving craters in the pavement.
As they moved through the city, Lung's mind raced. What were the Merchants planning? They had never shown this level of coordination before. Something was different, and that made them dangerous.
After several minutes of pursuit, Oni Lee stopped. Lung looked around, confusion evident even on his monstrous face. They were in a familiar neighborhood - his neighborhood. In fact, they were standing right outside his own safehouse.
Before Lung could question this turn of events, his attention was drawn to a commotion in front of his home. His eyes widened in disbelief and rage at what he saw.
There, perched atop one of Squealer's garish vehicles, was Skidmark. And the leader of the Merchants wasn't just sitting on any old chair - he was lounging in Lung's own chair, the overstuffed leather recliner that was the dragon's favorite place to relax after a long day of running his criminal empire.
Skidmark's voice, amplified by some crude sound system, rang out through the night. "Yo, scale-face! Bet you're wonderin' where your comfy-ass throne went, huh? Well, I gotta say, it's pretty fuckin' sweet. No wonder you spend all your time sittin' on your scaly ass instead of runnin' your turf!"
Lung's fury reached new heights. Flames erupted from his mouth as he roared, the sound shattering windows for blocks around. How dare this junkie trash invade his home, steal his possessions, and mock him to his face?
Skidmark continued his rant, each word dripping with venom and disrespect. "What's the matter, Lung? Can't handle a little competition? Maybe if you weren't so busy playin' with your tiny lizard dick, you'd have noticed us takin' over your shit!"
That was the last straw. Lung charged forward, his massive form barreling towards Skidmark and the vehicle he was perched upon. But just as he was about to reach them, the car's engine roared to life. With a screech of tires, it shot forward, narrowly evading Lung's grasp.
"Too slow, ya overgrown iguana!" Skidmark taunted as the vehicle sped away. "Come on, let's see if you can catch us!"
Lung gave chase, his rage pushing his transformation even further. He was barely recognizable as humanoid now, more akin to the dragons of myth than anything else.
The chase led them through the streets of Brockton Bay, Skidmark's vehicle always managing to stay just out of reach. Lung's rampage left destruction in its wake - cars overturned, roads cratered, buildings scorched by his flames. But he didn't care about the collateral damage. All that mattered was catching that insolent worm and crushing him beneath his claws.
As they raced through the city, Lung began to notice something odd. The Merchants' vehicle wasn't just randomly fleeing - it was leading him somewhere. Despite his fury, a small part of his mind recognized that he was being manipulated. But it didn't matter. He would follow them to whatever trap they had prepared and crush them all.
Finally, after what felt like hours of pursuit, Lung found himself in a familiar location - the Boat Graveyard. The vast junkyard of abandoned ships loomed before him, a maze of rusted metal and forgotten dreams. And there, cornered against the hull of a massive cargo ship, was Skidmark's vehicle.
Lung approached slowly, savoring the moment. He had them trapped now. There was nowhere left for them to run.
Skidmark's voice rang out once more, but this time there was a note of desperation beneath the bravado. "Well, fuck me sideways with a rusty chainsaw! Looks like you caught up, lizard-breath. But don't think this is over yet!"
As if on cue, the sound of engines filled the air. From all directions, more of Squealer's vehicles appeared. They surrounded Lung, forming a circle of mechanical monstrosities. Each one was piloted by a different Merchant cape.
Squealer herself was at the wheel of a massive truck that looked like it had been cobbled together from a dozen different vehicles. Her eyes widened as she took in Lung's form. "Holy shit," she muttered. "He wasn't supposed to be this ramped up. What the fuck happened?"
Whirligig, perched atop what looked like a weaponized Ferris wheel, called out, "He must have fought the Empire! I told you we should have kept a closer eye on him!"
From a sleek, flame-decorated hot rod, a new voice spoke up. It was Burnout, the Merchants' newest cape recruit. Her voice trembled slightly as she said, "Guys, I'm not sure about this. He looks... he looks like he could kill us all with a single breath."
"Shut your cock-holster!" Skidmark snapped. "We've come too far to pussy out now!"
Mush, his body a amalgamation of junk and refuse, lumbered forward in what appeared to be a walking garbage truck. "Burnout's right to be cautious," he said, his voice surprisingly calm and articulate for a Merchant. "But Skidmark's also right that we have to deal with this now. We've pushed Lung this far - we can't back down."
Lung surveyed the gathered Merchants, his draconic features twisted into a snarl. Did they truly think they could challenge him? Even with their vehicles and their powers, they were nothing but insects to be crushed beneath his claws.
Skidmark stood up in his vehicle, swaying slightly as he raised his arms dramatically. "Alright, you cock-juggling thundercunts!" he shouted. "It's time to show this overgrown lizard what the Merchants can really do! Let's form up and fuck his scaly ass!"
At his words, the Merchant vehicles began to move. But they weren't attacking or fleeing. Instead, they were... coming together?
Across the city, in a nondescript van filled with monitors and computer equipment, two figures watched the unfolding battle with rapt attention.
"Holy shit, dude!" Leet exclaimed, his eyes wide behind his visor. "Are you seeing this? It's like Pacific Rim meets Breaking Bad!"
Uber nodded, equally impressed. "I've gotta hand it to the Merchants, I never thought they had something like this in them. This is way beyond their usual MO." Their aerial drone, affectionately dubbed 'the Snitch', buzzed around the battlefield, capturing the clash from multiple angles.
"We've got to stream this," Leet said, his fingers already flying over his keyboard. "This is too epic to keep to ourselves."
Uber raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that? It doesn't really fit our usual theme. We haven't done any preparation, no costumes, no game tie-in..."
Leet waved off his partner's concerns. "Who cares about theme right now? This is the kind of content that goes viral! We could be looking at our big break here!"
After a moment's hesitation, Uber nodded. "Alright, let's do it. Fire up the stream."
With a few more keystrokes, Leet activated their broadcast software. Across the city and beyond, people's computers and phones began to light up with notifications. Uber and Leet, the infamous villain duo known for their video game-themed crimes, were going live.
Taylor was just finishing up her morning routine, getting ready for another day at Winslow, when her phone buzzed with an incoming text. It was from Emma:
"OMG Taylor! Turn on Uber and Leet's channel NOW!!!"
Curiosity piqued, Taylor quickly pulled up the streaming site on her laptop. The screen flickered to life, revealing a scene that made her jaw drop.
Uber and Leet, the infamous villain duo known for their video game-themed crimes, were dressed in garish sports commentator outfits. Uber wore a loud checkered jacket with an oversized microphone, while Leet sported a garishly bright sweater vest and thick-rimmed glasses. Behind them, a massive projection screen showed an aerial view of what appeared to be the Boat Graveyard.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" Uber's voice boomed with exaggerated enthusiasm. "Welcome to tonight's main event! We apologize for the impromptu nature of this broadcast, but trust us when we say you won't want to miss this!"
Leet chimed in, his voice equally animated. "That's right, folks! We're coming to you live from an undisclosed location to bring you the fight of the century!"
The camera panned across the junkyard of ships, eventually focusing on a massive, draconic figure that could only be Lung. Taylor's eyes widened as she took in his fully transformed state. She'd heard stories, of course, but seeing him like this...
Uber's voice took on a more serious tone as he began the fighter introduction. "In this corner, standing at an impressive 20 feet tall and still growing, we have the dragon of Kyushu himself - LUNG!"
A series of stats and accomplishments began scrolling across the bottom of the screen:
- Defeated an Endbringer single-handedly (unconfirmed)
- Controls the ABB, one of Brockton Bay's most feared gangs
- Pyrokinetic abilities
- Superhuman strength and regeneration
- Transforms into a dragon (duh)
"Lung has been terrorizing the streets of Brockton Bay for years," Leet added. "But tonight, he faces perhaps his greatest challenge yet!"
The camera swung around, revealing Lung's opponents. Taylor gasped as she saw what the Merchants had done.
Where there had once been individual vehicles, now stood a colossal mechanical monstrosity. It was as if someone had taken a Tinker's fever dream and brought it to life. The robot towered over even Lung's massive form, a patchwork creation of mismatched parts and exposed wiring.
Leet could barely contain his excitement. "Oh man, oh man! Are you seeing this, Uber? It's like something straight out of Power Rangers or Voltron!"
Uber elbowed his partner, trying to maintain their sports commentator personas. "Easy there, partner. Let's introduce our challenger!"
Clearing his throat, Uber continued in his announcer voice. "And in this corner, standing at a staggering 30 feet tall, we have the combined might of the Merchants! Ladies and gentlemen, I give you... THE JUNK TITAN!"
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Once again, stats began scrolling across the screen:
- Combined creation of multiple Tinkers
- Piloted by the entire Merchant cape roster
- Weapons systems: Unknown (but probably crazy)
- Structural integrity: Questionable
- Coolness factor: Off the charts
Leet took over, providing more details. "This mechanical marvel is the brainchild of the Merchants' resident Tinker, Squealer. But she's not alone in there, folks! We've got confirmed sightings of Skidmark, Mush, Trainwreck, and Whirligig, along with a new cape we're tentatively identified as 'Burnout'."
The camera zoomed in on different parts of the mech, highlighting where each Merchant cape seemed to be controlling their section.
"At the head, we've got Skidmark, no doubt providing his trademark colorful commentary," Uber narrated. "Squealer's in what appears to be the chest area, probably handling the main controls and weapons systems."
Leet picked up the thread. "Mush seems to be integrated into one of the arms - looks like he's using his power to constantly repair and reinforce the structure. Whirligig's in the other arm, and I bet those spinning turbines aren't just for show!"
"And our newcomer, Burnout, appears to be handling the legs along with Trainwreck," Uber finished. "We don't know much about her powers yet, but I'm guessing we're about to find out!"
The camera pulled back, giving a full view of both combatants. Lung, now easily 25 feet tall and still growing, faced off against the towering Junk Titan. The air between them seemed to shimmer with heat as Lung's flames licked at his scales.
Leet couldn't contain himself any longer. "This is insane, Uber! We're about to witness a kaiju battle in the middle of Brockton Bay! How is this even real?"
Uber grinned, caught up in the excitement despite his efforts to stay in character. "I don't know, partner, but I do know one thing..."
Both Uber and Leet leaned into their mics, their voices harmonizing as they delivered the classic line:
"LET'S GET READY TO RUUUUMMMBBBBLEEE!"
As if on cue, Lung let out an earth-shaking roar and charged forward. The Junk Titan, in a surprising display of agility for its size, raised its arms in a defensive posture.
"And we're off!" Uber shouted. "Lung's coming in hot - literally! Look at those flames!"
Indeed, Lung's entire body was wreathed in fire as he closed the distance. The Junk Titan's arm - the one controlled by Whirligig - began to spin rapidly, creating a vortex that pushed back against Lung's advance.
Leet provided color commentary. "Ooh, smart move by the Merchants! They're using Whirligig's power to keep Lung at bay. But how long can they keep that up?"
The answer came quickly as Lung, undeterred, pushed through the swirling winds. His claws raked across the Titan's chest, leaving deep gouges in the metal.
"First blood goes to Lung!" Uber crowed. "But wait, what's this?"
The damaged area of the Titan began to ripple and shift, bits of metal and debris flying in from all directions to repair the wound.
"Incredible!" Leet exclaimed. "It looks like Mush is using his power to patch up the damage in real-time. This fight could go on for a while, folks!"
The Junk Titan retaliated, its other arm - the one controlled by Mush - swinging in a wild haymaker. Lung, despite his size, managed to duck under the blow, but the fist continued on its path, smashing into a nearby derelict ship. The impact sent shockwaves through the air, and the ship's hull crumpled like tissue paper.
"Did you see that?" Uber shouted. "The raw power behind that punch is insane! If that had connected with Lung..."
Leet finished the thought. "We might be looking at a dragon pancake right now. But Lung's not going down that easy!"
Indeed, Lung seemed to grow even larger in response to the challenge, his wings now fully formed and spread wide. With a powerful leap, he took to the air, circling the Junk Titan like a bird of prey.
"Lung's taking to the skies!" Uber narrated. "This could be trouble for the Merchants. Their creation doesn't seem built for aerial combat."
As if to prove him wrong, the Titan's chest plate suddenly opened, revealing a truly bizarre arsenal of weaponry. Squealer's voice, tinny and distorted, rang out from hidden speakers.
"Eat this, you overgrown lizard!"
A barrage of missiles, energy beams, and what appeared to be glowing hubcaps shot forth from the Titan's chest. Lung weaved through the air, dodging most of the attacks, but a few found their mark, exploding against his scales in brilliant flashes of light and color.
Leet was practically bouncing in his seat. "Did you see that? Those weapons are insane! I've got to get a closer look at Squealer's tech when this is over!"
Uber raised an eyebrow. "Careful there, partner. Remember what happened last time you tried to replicate another Tinker's work?"
Leet winced. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But come on, you've got to admit this is cool!"
Their banter was interrupted as Lung, seemingly more enraged than hurt by the barrage, dive-bombed the Titan. He slammed into its head with enough force to stagger the massive machine.
"Oh! Direct hit to the command center!" Uber shouted. "That's got to have rattled Skidmark's teeth loose - if he has any left, that is!"
The Titan stumbled backward, its movements suddenly erratic. Skidmark's voice, even more profanity-laden than usual, could be faintly heard through the speakers.
"Fuck a duck in a bucket! Get it together, you cock-juggling thundercunts! We're not going down like this!"
Leet snickered. "Sounds like there might be some disagreement in the ranks. Can the Merchants pull it together, or is this the beginning of the end?"
The answer came in the form of a sudden burst of speed from the Titan. Its legs, controlled by the newcomer Burnout, ignited with jets of flame, propelling the massive machine forward with surprising agility.
"Whoa!" Uber exclaimed. "Looks like we're finally seeing what the new cape can do! Those flame jets are giving the Titan some serious mobility!"
The Junk Titan closed the distance to Lung in seconds, both arms swinging in a devastating combo. Lung managed to block the first blow with his wings, but the second caught him square in the chest, sending him flying back into the hull of a cargo ship.
Leet winced sympathetically. "Ouch! That's got to hurt, even for someone with Lung's regeneration. But wait, what's happening now?"
The camera zoomed in on Lung, half-buried in twisted metal. His body seemed to be changing, growing even larger. Scales became thicker, more armor-like. The flames surrounding him burned with an intensity that made the camera lens warp.
Uber's voice took on a note of awe. "Ladies and gentlemen, I think we're about to see why Lung is considered one of the most dangerous capes in the world. He's not just healing - he's adapting!"
With a roar that shattered windows for blocks around, Lung erupted from the wreckage. He now stood eye-to-eye with the Junk Titan, his body a perfect melding of man and dragon.
Leet gulped audibly. "Uh, Uber? I'm starting to think we might be a little too close to this fight. Maybe we should-"
His words were cut off as Lung unleashed a torrent of flame hot enough to melt steel. The Junk Titan raised its arms in defense, Whirligig's power creating a swirling vortex that deflected some of the fire. But it wasn't enough. The outer layers of the mech began to glow red-hot, then white-hot.
"Incredible!" Uber shouted over the roar of the flames. "The Merchants are holding on, but for how long? That kind of heat has got to be murder on their internal systems!"
As if on cue, small explosions began to ripple across the Titan's surface. Panels blew off, revealing the complex inner workings - and the desperate Merchants within.
Leet zoomed in on Squealer, visible through a gap in the chest plate. She was frantically working at a control panel, sweat pouring down her face. "Looks like Squealer's giving it everything she's got, but is it too little, too late?"
The flames finally died down, revealing the Junk Titan in a sorry state. Much of its outer armor had been slagged or blown away, leaving a skeletal frame that creaked ominously. But somehow, impossibly, it was still standing.
Skidmark's voice rang out once more, strained but defiant. "Is that all you got, you flame-farting fuck-nugget? We're just getting started!"
A panel on the Titan's shoulder suddenly slid open, revealing a sleek, metallic tube.
Uber leaned forward, squinting at the screen. "Wait a second, what's this? The Merchants still have a trick up their sleeve?"
The tube began to extend, telescoping outward until it formed a long, cylindrical barrel. As it locked into place, the interior began to glow with an eerie blue light.
Leet's eyes widened in recognition. "Oh man, Uber! You see that glow? That's Skidmark's power! They've weaponized it somehow!"
Inside the Titan's command center, Skidmark's voice rang out, strained but triumphant. "Eat this, you overgrown iguana! Fire in the hole!"
Lung, oblivious to the new threat, unleashed another torrent of flame. The fire engulfed the Titan, melting away what little remained of its outer shell. Through the inferno, Squealer could be seen crying out in pain as the heat reached her.
Uber winced. "Ooh, that's not good! Squealer's taken a direct hit! But wait..."
Despite the damage, despite Squealer's injury, the blue glow in the barrel intensified. It pulsed once, twice, and then...
CRACK!
The sound was like nothing anyone had ever heard before. It was as if the very air had been torn apart. A brilliant blue streak shot forth from the barrel, moving so fast it was barely visible to the naked eye.
Leet's jaw dropped. "Holy... Did you see that? It went right through Lung's flames like they weren't even there!"
Indeed, the projectile had punched straight through Lung's attack, continuing on its path unimpeded. Before Lung could even register what had happened, it struck him square in the chest.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Lung's eyes widened in shock, his flames sputtering out. Then, with a sound like tearing metal, the projectile burst out of his back and continued on its trajectory.
Uber's voice was barely above a whisper. "I... I can't believe what I'm seeing. Lung's been hit. He's actually been hit!"
The camera panned out, following the path of the projectile as it streaked out over the bay, eventually disappearing into the horizon.
Leet gulped audibly. "Uh, Uber? I just realized something. We're really, really lucky Lung had his back to the ocean when that thing hit him."
Uber nodded, his face pale. "You're right. If that shot had gone through the city... I don't even want to think about the damage it could have caused."
Back on the battlefield, Lung swayed on his feet. The hole in his chest was massive, easily large enough for a person to walk through… down his entire length. For the first time since the fight began, the mighty dragon looked... vulnerable.
With a crash that shook the ground, Lung collapsed. His massive form hit the ground, sending up a cloud of dust and debris.
"I can't believe it!" Uber shouted, finding his voice again. "Lung is down! The Merchants actually did it!"
Leet zoomed in on Lung's prone form. "Wait a second, look closely. He's still moving! That regeneration of his is already kicking in!"
Indeed, the edges of Lung's wound were already beginning to close. But without the Titan to pose an ongoing threat, his transformation was starting to reverse. Slowly but surely, Lung began to shrink.
"You're right," Uber confirmed. "But look how slow it is compared to before. Without a big threat to fight, Lung's power is tapering off. He's alive, but he's out of the fight."
Inside what remained of the Junk Titan, the Merchants were in a frenzy. Mush's voice could be heard shouting orders.
"Grab Squealer and let's go! We ain't sticking around for the cops to show up!"
The camera caught glimpses of the various Merchant capes scrambling to escape. Trainwreck and the new cape, Burnout, carefully extracted Squealer from her damaged control center. She looked badly burned but was still conscious, cursing up a storm as they moved her.
Skidmark was the last to leave, pausing at the edge of the wreckage to flip off Lung's prone form. "Suck on that, you scaly bastard! Merchants for life!"
With that, the villains disappeared into the maze of derelict ships, leaving behind the smoldering remains of their greatest creation.
Uber and Leet sat in stunned silence for a moment, trying to process what they had just witnessed. Then, almost in unison, they let out a whoop of excitement.
"Did you see that?" Leet practically screamed. "That was the most incredible thing I've ever seen!"
Uber nodded enthusiastically. "Absolutely insane! A rail gun powered by Skidmark's fields? Who would have thought the Merchants had that kind of tech up their sleeves?"
Leet was practically bouncing in his seat. "And the way it just went through Lung like that? I mean, yeah, it's terrible and he's probably really hurt, but holy crap!"
Uber glanced at another monitor and his eyes widened. "Uh oh, looks like the cavalry's arriving. PRT choppers incoming!"
The camera panned up, showing several helicopters approaching the scene. Spotlights swept across the battlefield, illuminating the destruction left in the wake of the titanic clash.
Leet cleared his throat, trying to regain some semblance of professionalism. "Well folks, it looks like this incredible match is coming to an close. Let's recap what we've seen tonight!"
Uber nodded, slipping back into his announcer persona. "That's right, partner. We've witnessed a truly historic battle here in Brockton Bay. Lung, the dragon of Kyushu, taken down by the most unlikely of opponents - the Merchants!"
"Using a combination of Squealer's vehicles, Mush's... well, mush, and what appears to be some sort of Skidmark-powered rail gun, they managed to do what many thought impossible," Leet added.
Uber continued, "But let's not forget the cost. The Boat Graveyard has been reshaped by this battle. Several ships that have been eyesores for years are now little more than twisted metal."
"And of course, there's the question of what happens next," Leet mused. "With Lung down, even temporarily, how will this affect the balance of power in Brockton Bay?"
Uber nodded solemnly. "Only time will tell. But one thing's for sure - this night will go down in Brockton Bay history."
The two looked at each other, then back at the camera. In unison, they delivered their signature sign-off:
"This has been Uber and Leet, bringing you the unexpected and unbelievable! Until next time, keep on gaming!"
With that, the broadcast cut out, leaving viewers across the city (and beyond) to grapple with the implications of what they had just witnessed.
In the shadowy warehouse, Theo found himself encircled by Empire troops readying themselves for their upcoming assault. Anticipation and nervousness hung heavy in the atmosphere. All of a sudden, a cry rang out from one of the soldiers, drawing the attention of all present to a petite TV set in the far corner. The screen displayed the climactic moments of Uber and Leet's live feed featuring the confrontation between Lung and the Merchants.
As the repercussions of what they had just observed began to register, Theo's thoughts whirled. This altered everything. He rapidly started issuing fresh commands, his words slicing through the astonished whispers of the soldiers surrounding him.
"We're altering our strategy," Theo proclaimed, his voice reverberating through the building. "Our primary objective now is providing aid. Lung has just ravaged his own domain. We must be present to assist those he is obligated to defend."
The troops gazed at him, perplexed, some whispering to each other. Theo spoke louder, causing them to fall silent.
"This presents an opportunity for us to demonstrate to Brockton Bay what the Empire truly represents. Othala, your presence is needed immediately. Your abilities to heal will be essential."
Othala inclined her head in agreement, already beginning to assemble her equipment. Theo proceeded to dispense orders, instructing teams to amass medical provisions, sustenance, and other vital supplies. The warehouse hummed with commotion as the Empire soldiers hurried to adapt to the revised plan.
Krieg, who had been observing from the periphery, advanced forward. His tone was hushed but carried an undercurrent of exasperation. "We ought to be deploying our troops to strike the ABB forcefully at this moment. Without Lung, they are exposed. This is our chance to attack!"
Theo pivoted to confront him, his gaze sharpening. "Only a fool would believe that to be the wise course of action."
A stillness descended upon the warehouse. Even the most battle-hardened Empire soldiers held their collective breath, astounded by Theo's audacity in defying Krieg. Behind his mask, the elder cape's eyes flashed threateningly, but he restrained his tongue, keenly cognizant that Theo was Kaiser's heir.
Theo refused to yield. Instead, he drew nearer to Krieg, his voice quiet yet fervent. "Consider it carefully. Lung has just gone on a rampage through his own territory. The Merchants have proven themselves to be a significant menace. We've been diligently working to shift the Empire's public image for months now. This is our chance to cement it."
He turned to address the entire room, his voice swelling. "We won't need to seize the area by force. If we handle this correctly, we'll be welcomed in."
Krieg scoffed dismissively. "You're too soft, boy. The Empire doesn't operate like this."
Theo rounded on him, his eyes smoldering. "And that is precisely why the Empire has never achieved its true potential. Our past methods have constrained how far we can progress. In the eyes of the city, we have no credibility."
He took another step towards Krieg, his voice dropping to a fierce whisper. "Your thinking is too limited, Krieg. You're mired in the past. The world is evolving, and if we fail to evolve with it, we'll be left in the dust."
Krieg recoiled as if struck. "How dare you-"
But Theo had already turned away, addressing the soldiers once more. His voice rang out, lucid and authoritative. "The Empire is mightier than ever before. For years, we've lurked in the shadows, safeguarding this city from those who would plunge it into disorder and depravity."
He paused, allowing his words to resonate. The soldiers were riveted by his every word now, their initial bewilderment replaced by rapt attention.
"Without our presence, Brockton Bay would have long ago descended into chaos. We've been the unseen guardians, the despised yet respected ones who carry out the unsavory tasks so the decent citizens of Brockton don't have to."
Theo's voice swelled, brimming with fervor and conviction. "But that era has passed. We can no longer be satisfied with operating from the shadows. The time has come for us to emerge into the light. We must become the beacon that illuminates the path to a brighter tomorrow for all of Brockton Bay!"
The warehouse erupted in cheers. Empire soldiers thrust their fists skyward, swept up in Theo's vision. Even some of the capes present nodded approvingly.
Krieg stood apart, his posture shifting from confrontational to wary. He could see that Theo had captured the men's attention and respect. Reluctantly, he fell into line, though he couldn't resist muttering under his breath, "You are indeed your father's son."
Theo feigned deafness, instead concentrating on coordinating the relief efforts. "I want teams prepared to deploy in fifteen minutes. Remember, we're not going in as conquerors. We're going as helpers, as protectors. Demonstrate to the people of the Docks that the Empire stands with them when their own leaders fail them."
As the soldiers scrambled to comply, Theo pulled aside a few of the more level-headed members. "I need you to keep watch for any ABB members trying to maintain control. Don't engage unless absolutely necessary to protect civilians. If possible, try to talk them down. Remind them that their boss just destroyed their homes and businesses. Ask them if that's really who they want to follow."
One of the men, a grizzled veteran of the Empire, spoke up. "What if they refuse to listen? What if they attack?"
Theo's expression hardened. "Then you defend yourselves and the civilians. But remember, every punch thrown, every shot fired, undermines what we're trying to accomplish. We need to be better than them. We need to show that we're the civilized ones."
The man nodded, understanding dawning in his eyes. Theo continued, "If you can, try to get it on camera. Show the world the difference between us and them. Let Brockton Bay see who the real monsters are."
As the teams began to move out, Theo sensed a presence at his side. It was Victor, regarding him with a mixture of respect and curiosity. "That was quite the speech," the skill thief said. "You've got them fired up."
Theo nodded, his expression serious. "It's not enough to just be strong anymore. We need to be smart. We need to give people a reason to support us beyond fear."
Victor raised an eyebrow. "Your father's approach has worked for years."
"And look where it's gotten us," Theo countered. "Still fighting for scraps of territory, still seen as nothing more than thugs and criminals by most of the city. We can be more than that. We have to be more than that if we want to truly change things."
Victor was silent for a moment, pondering Theo's words. Finally, he nodded. "I'll admit, I'm intrigued to see how this unfolds. You certainly have vision, kid."
As they walked towards the exit, Theo added, "Make sure our media team is ready. We need to control the narrative on this. I want images of Empire capes healing the injured, of our soldiers distributing food and water. Show Brockton Bay that we're the ones who step up when disaster strikes."
Victor grinned. "Now that, I can definitely handle. We'll have the whole city talking about the Empire's heroic response by morning."
As they stepped out into the night, Theo inhaled deeply. This was it. The first major test of his and Taylor's plan. If they could pull this off, it would be a significant step towards reshaping the Empire from within. He just hoped they were prepared for whatever challenges lay ahead.
The streets were in turmoil as the Empire teams arrived at the periphery of ABB territory. Smoke billowed from several structures, and the sounds of frenzied shouting filled the air. Theo, now in his costume as Golem, stepped forward to survey the scene.
"Othala," he called out, "begin with the most gravely wounded. Rune, use your power to clear debris and create safe passages. Stormtiger, see if you can help control any fires."
As the capes moved to follow his orders, Theo turned to the unpowered members. "Disperse in teams of four. Search for anyone trapped or in need of immediate assistance. Remember, we're here to aid everyone, regardless of race or affiliation."
He could see the hesitation in some of their eyes at that last part, but to their credit, they moved to obey without protest. Theo made a mental note to commend them later for following orders, even when those orders went against their ingrained prejudices.
As he moved through the streets, Theo couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. On one hand, he was proud of how swiftly and efficiently the Empire forces were responding. On the other, the destruction around him was a stark reminder of the cost of cape violence.
He came across a group of ABB members, looking lost and angry. For a moment, Theo tensed, ready for a fight. But then he remembered his own words from earlier. Taking a deep breath, he approached them, hands raised in a non-threatening gesture.
"I know you probably don't want to hear this from me," he began, "but we're here to help. Your people are hurt. Your homes are damaged. Let us do what we can."
The ABB members looked at each other, uncertainty clear on their faces. Finally, one of them, a young man barely older than Theo himself, spoke up. "Why should we trust you? You're Empire."
Theo nodded, acknowledging the point. "You're right. We've been enemies for a long time. But right now, that doesn't matter. What matters is that people are suffering, and we have the means to help. Isn't that more important than our differences?"
There was a tense moment of silence. Then, slowly, the ABB members began to lower their guard. The young man who had spoken nodded grudgingly. "Fine. But we'll be watching you."
"I wouldn't expect anything less," Theo replied. He turned to one of the Empire soldiers nearby. "Get these men some supplies. They know the area better than we do. They can help us reach people who might not trust us on our own."
As the impromptu alliance began to take shape, Theo couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. This was exactly the kind of change he and Taylor had been working towards. Small steps, building trust and understanding bit by bit.
Of course, he knew it wouldn't all be this easy. There would be resistance, both from within the Empire and from those they were trying to help. But for now, in this moment, Theo allowed himself to believe that real change was possible.
As the day wore on, Theo found himself constantly on the move, coordinating efforts and mediating conflicts. He made sure to be visible, to let the residents of the area see that the Empire was there, helping without discrimination.
At one point, he came across Krieg directing a group of soldiers. The older cape gave him a nod of grudging respect. "I still think this is a risky move," Krieg said quietly. "But I can't deny it's having an effect. I've never seen the locals look at us with anything but fear or hatred before."
Theo allowed himself a small smile. "That's the point. We can't force people to accept us. We have to show them why they should want us around."
Krieg shook his head. "It's a fine line you're walking, boy. I hope you know what you're doing."
"So do I," Theo murmured as Krieg walked away. He knew this was just the beginning. The real challenge would come in the days and weeks to follow, as they tried to build on this goodwill without losing sight of their ultimate goal.
But for now, as he watched Empire capes and soldiers working alongside ABB members and civilians of all races, Theo felt a sense of accomplishment. It wasn't perfect, and it certainly wasn't permanent, but it was a start. A glimpse of what could be, if they could just keep pushing in the right direction.