In his office, A.R. Fox, of the Daily Supreme, slammed a stack of photographs on his desk. Top of the pile was Rhuvair terrorising the civilians.
"I knew it! I knew he couldn't be trusted! Sedraiken is nothing more than a super-powered terrorist, just like all of these "heroes"." He called to his chief editor. "Pierre! PIERRE! I want these photos to be on the front page for the evening edition. Headline will be, SUPERHERO ATTACKS CITIZENS. Sub headline, WHO IS SAFE WHEN HEROES TURN BAD?
"Get our best reporter to write an article slamming Sedraiken, and get it out on the streets two minutes ago!"
He waited half a second, before exploding, "WELL? WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?"

The helm bought up a pitchure in pitchure screen showing the other hero, Shadow dragon didn't have time to aknowledge the other before His opponent attacked, Rolling out of the way SD vanished his invisibility kicking in.

Normally SD would have to stay completely still for his power to have it's best effect, Here in the dark however the teltail lines of movement were erased. His opponent was strong and agile but now SD was the hunter, Still he'd have to be careful not to get cocky.

Geurilla: The man in front of him dissapeared, but fortunately he had a weapon. He grabbed Dakeyras by the head and threw him to the last place he saw Shadow dragon, Dakeyras leg connected with SD's head and they sprawled on the ground. Geurrilla jumped up to the overhead supporting beams and swung from them until he was directly over Dakeyras and SD. He Hung upside down over his hapless victims. He flexed his legs and shot downward, ready to crash into the heroic pair...

Kwaku: lurking in the alleyways, lashing out when he could, kwaku had manged to find himself back where he had fought the previous heroes. It made sense a source of amgical artifacts would have a lot of magical traffic around it. Up above him, the dragon from before came back into the physical realm and scattered his prey. He did not want to fight now. He slunk back into the shadows and zigzagged his way back....

Dakeyras leg connected with SD's head, Thankfully the fact SD wore a helmet ment that he wasnt stunned, As the monkey man launched at him SD rolled to the side hopping that Dakeyras did the same.

Drawing his weapon SD thumbed the release switch and the head fired hitting his opponent, Smiling SD allowed the voltage contained within to surge into the target, It was a powerful burst if it didnt knockout Geurilla then hopefully he'd be stunned long enough to come up with a better plan.

Deuce had been distracted, it seemed that the screams of the running citizens had turned into angry howls. "What the..?" Looking back at the crowd he could see them tearing into eachother as though they were animals.

Suddenly a large clang brought his attention back to where it should have been. He spun round in time to see Geurilla propelling himself downwards into yet another superhero that had appeared. For then no apparent reason the Geurilla looked stunned. Not being one to waste an oppertunity, even such an odd one, Deuce pulled two fire cards from his pocket and ran towards the shadows where the fight had ended up. With all that hair he's got to be pretty flammable hasn't he? He thought as he hurled the cards toward the great beast where they ignited.

Dakeyras had managed to avoid the lunge.

He was seriously not impressed by his use as a ballistic missile and rubbing his head he waited to see the result of SD's attack.

Synergy landed on the balcony so hard, dust raised around his boots. Effects mostly, but it made him feel better. A fairly crappy day all in all. Coming home to his vast apartment atop Rome Towers, the head office and one of the concept development offices for Rome Corp barely made him feel better. He had long become used to material wealth and took it thoroughly for granted. By now money was just a way of keeping score.

Pushing open the tall patio doors into the great gothic apartment, he tossed his helm onto the sofa and unclipped his cloak just letting it fall in a sable pool onto the floor. The architecture was gothic and imposing like the rest of the Tower, but thick rugs had been tossed over the dark oak floor and tapestries and paintings hung to brighten the cold stone walls.

“Fire.” Alex spoke the word and the circular stone fire place burst into flames. Technology fuelling the blaze rather than his powers. “Television.” In one of the many alcoves surrounding the room a screen lowered and a projector mounted above the burnished copper chimney flickered into life.

“Today Alexander Kane, chairman and majority shareholder of Rome Corp announced yet another generous contribution too the well being of the city. His company will be starting extending an initiative for scholarships for under privileged students of a higher potential to the colleges they deserve. He gave an interview earlier today at a charity breakfast, raising funds for the city library.” The screen flashed to his smug smiling face.
“I just like to put something back you know? The city has been so good to be I feel like I owe it.” The sound of toadying laughter.

“Television off.” God he hated himself. Why someone hadn’t punched his smug grin clean off was beyond him. Still it was true, he always put back more than he took, always. Besides his charities were always Darwinian, scholarships for the smarter kids, building projects etc. Never just give the money away, they have to deserve it, if they earn it even better. That way Keynes really, if a man is unemployed don’t give him a bowl of soup and a blanket, give him a spade and pay him to dig and fill holes in the ground. He spends the money and the economy rolls on. They city deserved that much from him.

Why couldn’t he have proper powers. Dragging himself across to the liquor table he poured himself a scotch and took a cigar from the engraved mahogany box. An excellent piece, What could he create, all he did was more energy around. It made him feel, weak, dependant. Just like he was, his success built upon his fathers, nothing was ever really his.

Slouching back across to the low couch he slumped down.
“Lights off.” And stared into the dancing flames.

Geurilla:He could'nt explain it, but he was getting hot.. real hot... HE WAS ON FIRE!!! He ran around, swung from poles and finally spotted the fountain that was in the middle of every mall, not taking time to think, as if he ever did, he leaped into the water with a sizzle, a few seconds later he rose slowly out of the water, his fur singed and soaking. He uttered slowly and calmly to SD and Dakeyras "So.. who did that, huh? WHICH ONE OF YOU SPANDEX NERDS JUST DID THAT?!"

Poltergeist: He went down and looked around, There was a man laying down on the ground, feebly trying to get up, Poltergeist helped him struggle up. He looked in the mans eyes and felt something evil. He backed away. Tracy stuttered.. "wh-what-what are you?" The man shuddered and seemed to grow healthier in a second, He raced out into the street and when Poltergeist made it outside, he was gone. The man was nowhere to be seen.

Kwaku: It was that damn dragon again, this city was full of weak magic signals, he had'nt built up enough energy yet to fully battle it, But out there in front of him was one of the most powerful sources he'd sensed today, His predatory urges took over he shot out of hiding, if he could finish this one off now, he might be able to get rid of the dragon...

Sedraiken: Rhuvair and Sedraiken saw Kwaku emerge at the same time. Sedraiken yelled to Poltergeist to help, then leapt onto his dragon's back and the pair plummeted down towards the alien, Rhuvair screaming deafeningly, the cry echioning across the city, calling any heroes available to come and help.

Deuce: Deuce quickly ducked back into the crowd, pleased by the success of the fire. An idea struck him, and he quickly pulled out two blank cards and began sketching. On one card her drew a long coil of rope, on the other, a thin line - a tripwire. Finishing the drawings, he thought a moment, then added a steel girder to both pictures to make the results stronger. Tossing the cards at the Guerilla, he grinned as the creature was rapidly tied up, laughing aloud when it stumbled into the tripwire and fell over.

Geurilla: He Fell to the ground and struggled fiercely, but to no avail, the heros gathered around him. Geurilla kept struggling and finally wore himself out, He sighed heavil as he began to transform back. Mark looked up, "I'm in trouble are'nt I?"
Poltergeist: He heard Sedraiken call for him and looked back,, There emerging from the shadows, was Isabelle's murderer, he became filled with rage and charged forwards, Blades out, wailing his unearthly wail. He jumped into the air and crashed down , bladed first towards Kwaku. A tentacle snaked out and grabbe daroud his waist, Kwaku growled and threw The undead assailant towards Rhuvair above.