The Shades and Centurion charged at Hex Decimal. Kelly’s
Black Lightsabers cut cleanly through him at the waist. The severed melting
cables popped and fizzed as Hexa Laughed.
“Is that the best you can do?” He asked. “More like
Shades of Disappointment!” He jeered as the cables of his stomach began to
reconnect.
Dante caught Hexa with a huge golf swing of the
Tsunami Hammer, sending his upper body flying through the air and instantly
snapping the cables that were in the process of healing his midsection. Warren
snagged his wrists with his vine whips and Hexa’s upper body down hard and fast
into the wreckage of a flaming car.
Almost instantly Hexa began to rise out of the wreckage.
The writhing mass of cables growing larger by the second.
Everyone’s shoulders slumped as Hexa continued to
increase in size. “Throw me.” Gordon demanded of Centurion.
Centurion looked surprised. “what? Why? Just call your
mecha and finish the fight.” He replied.
Gordon waved to the chaotic mess of the freeway and
the nearby military base housing. “And destroy this entire area and most of the
people in it?” He asked.
Centurion gave a quick glance and admitted this would
be one of the worst places to make this a full size fight. He then looked back
at Gordon. “All right then, how am throwing you?” He asked and
Hexa grabbed the
nearest car and threw it at the Shades who scrambled for cover.
Safely behind a pile of wrecked cars Gordon willed the
fingers of his invisible gauntlets to become impossibly sharp claws, that were
very nearly spears when they stopped forming. “I’m gonna ri-“
“I got the idea” Centurion interrupted him. He turned
to the other shades. “Keep him distracted while I get us in the air.” He
commanded.
The other Shades ran back to engage Hexa while
Centurion grabbed Gordon and engaged his flight engines, lifting them into the
sky.
The other Shades gave it their all but as Hexa grew it
was light ants fighting a dog. Then with Hexa fully distracted. Centurion
launched Gordon like a bolt of lightning straight at Hexa’s chest. Gordon had
his arms outstretched and his clawed hands open ready to grab and rip apart the
cursed router.
Hexa saw him coming out of the corner of his eye but in reflexively
turning to block him he only exposed his chest to Gordon, who shot into him
like a human bullet.
For a moment nothing happened. Then Hexa’s face
flashed a rainbow of colors before blinking on and off a few times. He looked
terrified. “No! I haven’t had my revenge! NOOOOOO!” Hexa screamed until his
voice devolved from Dolby 5.1, to a midi sample, to 16 bit, finally descending
into 8 bit tones before it was silent. His gigantic upper body held its shape
for a few more seconds until his magic lost cohesion and everything began to
shrink back to its normal inactive size.
The other shades ran over to the pile of lifeless
cords to find Gordon grasping two halves of a now powerless and shattered
router. Centurion landed next to Warren. “So you guys are the new team then?” He
asked.
The Shades all turned to glare at him. “When is
everyone going to stop asking that?” Kelly asked.
Centurion laughed. “It’ll pass soon enough. The first
fights are always the roughest. You’ll get yourselves figured out.” There were
sirens in the distance. “But for now, take off, the federal recover team isn’t
far off.” He warned. The shades nodded and teleported back to Lumarion’s base.
Once they were gone Centurion checked his com unit. “Centurion to K.E.M.T.R.A.L,
come in K.E.M.T.R.A.L”
“We work for K.E.M.T.R.A.L Centurion, I actually have
a name, and it wouldn’t kill you to use it.” A woman’s voice filled his helmet.
He smiled.
“Oh come on Lucy, aren’t their protocols and
regulations to be followed, we can’t be calling each other by our first names
over the air like this, it’s practically flirting.” He teased.
“Oh, sure it is, and flying in a plane practically
makes me a bird.” She said sarcastically.
“Would it kill you to be the Money Penny to my James
Bond?” He said trying not to laugh.
“I thought I was.” She said, turning on her own charm.
“Oh you tease.” He chided her.
“Oh you wish.” She replied back all business again. “Command
is requesting you for debrief, recovery and containment teams are in route. Job
well done, return to base.”
“Rodger that K.H.E.M.T.R.AL” He smiled as he heard her
growling over the intercom. “Returning to base.” He said as he took to the sky.
