Getting the team back together

We step out into the cold November morning, and its brisk air was shaking off the night we had. I reach into my pants pocket and pull out a cigar. I don't usually smoke but give what we are about to do; I think I will. It's a unique blend of magic leaves that help take the edge off. I turn to see Perfectionist walkout in a T-shirt and jeans, which struck me as odd. I ask, "why the low profile? Everybody knows what you look like." He shivers and answers, "Because, from what I can gather, we aren't traveling through the city to get Lidaren."

Confused by his random vague speech, I ask, "What the fuck are you on about?" Perfectionist goes on, "He lives in the abandoned sewer tunnels; some say he's built some nest." I tap my cigar out in my hand and put it back in its case. "Well then, let's go." We walk around the building to a sewer grate and pop the lid. We get eminently hit with the smell of shit and rotting flesh. I look at Perfectionist. "He's definitely doing something. Because that is putrid." Despite the offensive odor, we press on.

We were about half a block in when Perfectionist asks me, "I know I'm reminiscing a bit much, but you remember the first official mission we went on." I look around thinking, "Yeah, it was when we first met the dinosaur ass hole we were going to get now. Yeah, he was eating the mayor's trash." Perfectionist grins "who knew that would start something like this." I nudge him, "What walking through shit for a monster?" We then hear an ear wrenching screech.

We look forward to seeing a litren I tell Perfectionist, "I got this." I rush the beast; a forward attack should work. It's just the one. I get low, placing my hand on its chest, it slams its claws down on me, but I take in the kinetic energy from it and sling the monster into an adjacent wall. After the rubbish settled, we see that it was a sentry drown.

An army of litren rushes us when I see Perfectionist reaches behind his back and pull out a collapsible sword and shield. I look over at him. "I was starting to get concerned I would have all the fun. He takes off, leaping on to the wall and springing forward. He impales one into a crowd. I let him have his fun as I get into it. I run in, grabbing two of them and bash them on the ground. As I do, I feel a familiar feeling, a rush of adrenaline.

I take a deep breath of the disgusting air and get a smile on my face as I start tearing into them. Rip on in half as I grab one's arms, pulling them off. To take them and beat another. I look down at my hands covered in blood, and I see the carnage in the room. I then notice more coming. I suck in the energy from their movements, stopping them in their tracks. And I feel the loving tingle run up from my feet to my head like a good orgasm.

I focused it on my eyes to blast a ray of concussive force ripping the crowd apart. I run it over, screaming, "Yes, get devastated!" I get so into it I hit Perfectionist's shield, knocking him back. He yells, "Stop, stop, Michael, you are bringing the place down!" I hear the panic in his voice and calm down just enough to see everything lying in ruins. With the roof falling in, the sunlight reviled the piles of litren bodies.

I feel sick to my stomach, and I start to shake, "I'm sorry, I thought I had more control. I shouldn't have let go so much." Perfectionist cautiously approaches me. "It's OK, but you used your old hero name. You said Devastation." A tear begins to form, but I wipe it away. "Good, fuck, I need to be strong and scary to win this fine. Clearly, the shit stain isn't here." Just then, a soft-spoken man's voice rings out, "Well, this shit stain would like you to leave." We turn to see Lidaren. He looks different, though.

He looks like a humanoid reptile that is standing seven and a half feet high. His body is as lean and muscular as before. Like he is the same, just bigger. I call out to him, "Litren, man, how did you get so big. He looks down at me, seeing as I am five-ten. "I have been like this ever since that day. I had made a new family, at least before you killed so many of them." I look at him like he's crazy "look, buddy, I like my shit swirl of a place as much as the next guy but come on."

He turns his back to me to show that he bears scars from the fight three years ago on his back. Perfectionist reaches out and grabs his arm. "Would Greg want you to let his death be in vain? Or are you going to keep not letting those scars heal?" Hearing Greg's name sets him off. He picks the Perfectionist up by the face. "Don't ever say his name, or I will eat you." He then lets out a low growl as he bears his claws to fight.

I interrupt him, "It's good that you feel that way because The Destroyer is back, and you can hide down here or be mad that we know your ex. But either way, you are going to have to fight. It can either be with us or alone. "He glares at me. "Why should I believe you." Before I can answer, a deep familiar voice bellows out of one of the wounded litren. "Because time is running out, and I would hate to miss the chance to finish what I started."

Hearing the voice stuns Lidaren, and he puts Perfectionist down. He looks at the litren speaking and bites his head off. He spits his head out, "Let's fucking go."