The beeping stoped in Sd's helm "Damn he's gone again" Shadowdragon cursed.
Turning his bike back to his nearest safehouse he sped along allyways till he was safe again. Sd showered and changed into some busness attire, Today he had a couple of trials, Coughing sd looked down at his hand, Blood lay on it.

"Guess i'll be visiting her before i do anything" Gasped the lawyer, Walking to the garage he slid into his jag and headed to get patched up before his day.

Poltergeist: They wrapped around his body, raining the energy out of him as they dug beneath his skin. He Pulled with all his might, trying to rip the slithering arms away from his body. He Suddenly he felt the grip loosen and the tentacles pull back. He barely had the energy to look up and see Kwaku shooting his wriggling arms ount into the enraged civilians. They shot into the heads of the humans around him and strted pumping inot them. The "innocent bystanders" began to grow and mutate, shifting their form and changing into horribly twisted creatures with long, pointed tails and tough hides. Kwaku chuckled and released them. He lifted himself up on his arms "You people have been in my business since I got here. I really need to get on with my plan for this little rock of yours"

((Hang on - I panicked all the civvies so they ran away))

Nobody is perfect, and nobody could be used as a better example of that than Deuce; in both his superhero work and his everyday life he finds himself easily distracted. So when Sedraiken presented him with the challenge of making his staff more deadly he forgot about Kwaku a little too easily. "You don't already? I'm hurt" He joked as he pulled out a pen.

His first thought naturally was to draw something on paper, but then of course he was making something for someone powered by dragons; flammable weapons were not a good idea. He settled on drawing on a lampost, he had thought of a manhole cover but decided against it; no one wants a blade that smells of sewer. It didn't take him that long, he drew a simple blade and then added a couple of details to make it look like a dragons head. Attatching it to the staff was even easier; draw a line to become a slit for the tang, and then draw a screwhead on the side of the staff which became a real one, holding everything in place. "Here...", he said trailing off as he handed the staff back, finally seeing what Kwaku had been, and still was, doing to Poltergeist and the few civillians who had been stupid enough to run when they had seen a giant dragon, and then later seen a large tentacled monster.

"Oh that's sick..." He commented as the mutated horde began their move towards them. This was every superhero's worst nightmare, having to hurt innocents to save the day; still he hoped that if he could take down the source that they would all return to normal. As such it was quite a shame that Kwaku was reared up on his tentacles and just slightly out of Deuces range, if only he could fly... Fly? He reached into his pocket and pulled out the wieght card he had prepared for the monkey back at the mall, shoving it and a pen toward Sedraiken "You owe me, and you've been fighting him for longer. Write a weight that you think will stop him, then get up there and drop it." He looked back at the approaching hoarde "I'll try and distract them..."

Sedraiken grinned, and vaulted onto Rhuvair's back. As the dragon took off, Sedraiken looked at the paper and shrugged, then wrote a one and filled the rest of the space inside the weight with zeroes, leaving just enough space to write the word "ton" at the end. As Rhuvair flew directly over Kwaku, Sedraiken dropped the paper, trusting in Deuce's power to do the rest.

On the offchance people were waiting for me to do my thing with the drawing
 

Deuce looked up to see Sedraiken throw the card, it was up to him now; he concentrated on the picture, he liked to have them in his hand but it wasn't really a nesseccity, merely a convenience. He smiled as the weight on the card materialised and plummetted down towards Kwaku.

The smile was short lived though as Deuce suddenly fell to his knees, feeling slightly dizzy; woah... what weight did he pick? He wasn't too fond of generating to much matter at once, and that had been a lot of matter. Though the dizzyness never lasted long it did leave him trying to survive against a horde of mutated beings while at the same time waiting for his head to clear again; in a situation like that those few seconds could prove very unpleasant...

Sedraiken looked down at Deuce to give him a cheery wave, and saw him fall to his knees. Rhuvair dived down towards him, and the pair landed. Sedraiken pulled out his bladed staff, and was just about to start slicing mutated things in half, when he suddenly had a thought.
"Shards! They're civvies! can't kill 'em."
He reversed his staff and began laying about, tripping, knocking out, but trying to avoid doing permanent damage.