Miss Psyis Vs Crusher

A purple hand clench as psychic forces snagged another piece of machinery out of the air. Psyis' white hair flowing wildly while she tried to stop the physical attacks and break into the shielded mind of Crusher. Her more insidious powers of suggestion failing to breach the synth-roids that were being supplied directly to his mind.

Across from her stood the massive giant of an ex-wrestler, Crusher. The naturally built strongman stood in his dark red wrestlers outfit turned villainous attire. Spandex stretched across massive arms and a thick gut. The easily nine-foot body fueled not only by years of being a professional shoot and Greco-Roman wrestler, the hoses of neon green synth-roids only pushed the man's strength and rage further. A potent mixture of synthetic steroids and a cocktail of hormones and drugs that were constantly pumped through the pack on the man's back. The already notorious wrestler stepping well into the ranks of Voltham's villains through the chemical aide.

"ARGH!" Crusher roared in irritation, watching as the control unit he had thrown was plucked out of the air, taking the other and slamming it into his head to clear it from the purple whore's sneaky tendrils. "You can't get in my head, NO!"

The metal doing no damage, simply adding to the pain and anger. The thick tar of wrath blocking out the thoughts off slowing, stopping, no longer feeling that growing moment of hesitation. Crusher balled the machine up between his fists, stomping forward now back into the fight fully, a simple plan forming to sneak past that purple whore's stupid shields.

Taking a deep breath Crush took the ball of metal and slammed it into a nearby cistern of water, the side bursting and sending a stream of brown water at the heroine. Taking the moment where she was too distracted by the halting the flow to charge forward, Crusher reared back twisting his core for maximum power and pain. Delivering a heavy blow with a fist that was easily the size of the alien woman's entire midsection.

Crusher smiled beneath his mask as he felt the aliens smaller body react, odd bones and spine curling against his before she was sent flying. Too bad her super-strengthened body could easily take the punishment. The strike probably hurting his hand more than her, but it still sent her flying back and through the control building topside. Crusher knew he didn't have to kill her to take her out of the fight, just physically restraining the alien was a win and would earn the synth-roids FearForm had offered.

"AHAHA!" Crusher felt more of the potent artificial chemicals flood his veins, amplifying every single thing he had just felt and saw as Miss Psyis had been tossed away. The absolute joy of her surprised look, that brief flash of pain when body met brick. That bit of wetness to her eyes told Crusher the alien had felt that one as well. The dust particles in the air settling like windswept ash casting a shadow as bits fell still inside.

The scene would have been perfect if it hadn't been for that bird. The synthetically induced brain stopped its maniacal laughter quickly, blinking as it looked up. Crushers mind tried to make sense of the shifting black feathers that were highlighted by the lighter clouds of dust sent into the darkness above Voltham. Wondering for a moment if his attempt to knock the psychic's influence from his mind had failed. Their dance mesmerizing him for a brief moment until he shook free of that as well.

Wiping at the lenses set into the facemask of his roid-pack, watching in confusion as the feathers seemed to still, poised and threatening. The answer as to its existence coming as a couple of those feathers came flying towards him, instinct forcing his arms up to protect his face. The blood those flying knives had drawn telling him it was real, not some psychically induced image or another synth-roid induced hallucination.

Their blades slipping though too sharp, almost painlessly, but deep enough that if he'd been a smaller man that might have cost an arm. The wrestler's eyes going wide enraged at being caught so easily and harmed so deeply. The black knives however were quickly followed by a mass of bricks from his side, Crusher paying doubly the distraction.

Psyis returning to the fight with a vengeance, the ball of mortar of rubble breaking more than a few bones as she'd hit back five times as hard. This time the one tumbling through the air was Crusher, finding the front end of one of the parked trucks that had hauled their missing toxin here. The thessian took satisfaction in knowing that hit had bought her a second to breath, air coming in weakly as her lungs demanded their oxygen back. Raising her hand, she continued the barrage with what was left.

Crusher knew he was coughing up more than blood, the bitch had knocked the syth-roid out of his guts with that. Grabbing the hood to use as a shield against the further debris that was sure to be coming Crusher turned. The deep dents and punctures as bits of rocks and more bricks connected told him it had been a bright idea. Taking the abuse as he tried to recover, the hoses connecting his roidpack filling with more of the potent drug.

"Gonna crush your pretty little skull." The threat was growled out, Crusher activating the synth-roid vaporizers not wanting to waste time with his own blood. The tubes built into his mouth flooding with the neon green fluid, which was immediately turned into a sickly green smoke.

The maddening grin on his face widening as the fumes flooded his vision with each breath. It could enter his lungs his eyes, he would devote every part of his body to the drug that could win this battle. His hands clenching unconsciously as he was already imagining tearing her purple arms off.

Psyis drawing a deeper breath as the feeling of pure rage emanated from Crusher. A brick wall to her powers of influence, the man to engrossed, reveling in the visions in his mind. Her dismembered body, the bits that would be dripping from his hands. The visions assaulting her as she tried to pull her own mind back, instead desperately sending what remained of the room behind the smashed wall at her adversary. A bit of doubt creeping into the thessian's mind which she quickly washed away, such things dangerous for the mentally strengthened species.

Things were getting nothing more than painful; things weren't getting dangerous Psyis told herself. Sure, originally, she should have been tangling with The Quiz, but lacked the protective gear was needed to dive into the clouds of toxin. Something Dark Squire hadn't spared the time to give her. The power spent maintaining a shield or clearing the air was now being dedicated to managing their newest arrival. Dark Night having to leave Crusher in her hands as he went to reign in Dark Squires enthusiastic charge.

Psyis watched the last few bricks go flying by, slamming into and through the truck hood shield. The sound of metal tearing and the grunts that followed was a tiny satisfaction. Though she knew she was doing far less damage to the massive brute behind that hood that she hoped. Psyis stood shakily but confidently, her side still complaining every time she took a full breath. If it got too bad she would just need to stop holding back and start breaking his bones, even Crusher couldn't fight without his kneecaps. Psyis stood straight, trying to make the slight groan that escaped her sound at least half as combative as Crushers blatant threats about her skull.

Pulling her energies back from the man's mind completely Psyis willed herself into the air, unwilling to let Crusher force her to walk back into this fight. Clearing the building she saw the ex-wrestler now super-villain, the deep exhales of green gas telling her they were both just getting warmed up. Two massive fists colliding together as the wrestler stood on all four of his legs ready to face her and completely oblivious to all else.

All four? Psyis froze a bit more coherent that the villain overdosing on synth-roids though it didn't take him much longer to catch on. The heroine quickly recalling they'd not been the only ones who'd arrived and caused the villains issues, though whatever had clued Crusher in had taken a bit longer. The two adversary's eyes still both went wide just not at the same moment.

Psyis' because she could clearly see the legs of somebody standing on their tip toes behind the hulking chemical user. Crushers eyes going wide as he heard a snarky voice behind him. The surprise clear on his face as someone had actually managed to get behind him while rolling on pure liquid synth.

"Thank god for advanced alien technology." Izime snarked before snapping his fingers together, finally satisfied enough to leave. The battery brick had completely drilled its hateful little gears into the synthetic supply unit on Crushers back and locked its feet. Now it was just a waiting game and the problem would be solved.

Izime sat down, relaxing on a roof a great distance away, far enough even his vision was useless. It was best to play his own cards a bit closer around the psychic, so the rest was up to Cradle who had already been detected. Once again though Izime had been left to do the heavy work, it was something he'd need to remind the bird of.

Psyis watched as the green fumes sputtered out, a cascade of sparks dropping from behind Crusher who's roid-pack was malfunctioning. The wrestler reaching behind him uselessly for something to grip onto. Green masked eyes giving the psychic in front of him a pleading look as their fight had been interrupted, as if she'd save him just to continue. The aliens muscles still tense, her eyes drifting to the side where a black raven sat on what remained of the truck as if waiting for something. Occasionally looking at her, sometimes bobbing its head or preening, but still there waiting.

"N...no, my synth, I.. can't." Crusher gurgled out through the feeling of his drug fueled body slowly powering down, even feeling like the roids already in his veins were being siphoned away. Falling to his knee he reached behind him, finally managing to get a grasp of his backpack unit, ripping it free. The little synth still in his system finally settling as the hoses were ripped free.

With a weakened roar Crusher tipped to his side, collapsing onto his arms as he threw the supply unit in front of him. Desperate to access whatever had been damaged, maybe even save a few vials of synthroid to stay in this fight. Instead of finding the massive damage he expected: crushed tanks, smashed panels, and leaking and severed lines there was only a small brick. The device humming and gurgling angrily as a little bar on its side flashed a bit faster, the light slowly trying to fill the gauge. Crusher imagined the arms set into the pack were impossible to budge even if he'd been able to properly grip the tiny thing.

Giving a quick glance at the psychic who was just as confused as he was Crusher glanced over at the only other creature he could accuse. There it was its eye holding a spectrum of colors that rotated around and finally seemed to settle on bored. The damned bird that FearForm and The Quiz had originally called him over for, the one their squads couldn't bring down. Giving a lazy flap of its wings as it tilted its head, preening a few feathers while it sat just watching. For all the fighting, shooting, and destruction it looked like it was just waiting on a treat.

"Wh..at are yo..u?" The wrestler groaned as his body began to shut down from the sudden lack of synth, the too natural raven's cry that came as a reply was downright insulting. Mocking him as it played pretend, insulting him just that bit further before, going silent once more.

Psyis' attention followed her enemies, her eyes on that nothing that simply looked like a raven. Never withdrawing them even as Crusher finally collapsed near lifeless. Her mind recalling those extra feet and this other nothing, their psychic forms conflicting with what she acutally saw. Psyis' mind reeling at the void where her eyes clearly saw a figure the entire thing confusing her own senses.

Lowering herself slowly to the ground Psyis gave a slight start when the raven moved, gliding over to the roid-pack that Crusher had tossed. Watching warily as it hopped around for a moment, a brilliant blue light shooting out of its eye as it began to scan the device. Taking a careful step towards the bird, the ravens head snapping up towards her. Raising her hands Psyis carefully took that step back, the dozen or so feathers that had just begun to angrily hum around the bird slowly setting back into its plumage.

 It wasn't here to make friends not even willing to let her approach it, that was for sure.

"MONEY!" Cradle tilted its head back, letting out its anger at what Izime was telling it to do. Izime demanding it hurry, not even letting Cradle scan the thing. Cradle knew it was a good bird already it was a smart bird already, what it wasn't was a fat bird! Money made food and food made fat, and this thing was definitely worth money.

It was obvious this thing was worth quite a bit too, even if it went against the rules. Cradle stomped angrily, clawing at the pack and scarring its surface with its tiny metal talons. Izime had already gotten them involved in fixing Stupid Purples mistake, taking this thing was their reward. It was Cradle's reward; it wanted the fat pack!

Now Izime was telling him to only take the battery? There was so much food to be had, and it was... Cradle flicked its beak back down, snagging the battery brick with its talon and deactivating it casting an ugly look towards the source of tonight's troubles and cawing hatefully. "STUPID! PURPLE!"

Psyis actually felt her mind draw a blank for once as the bird seemed to address her directly, insulting her before flying away with a small block in its talons. A soft breath escaping as she watched that form disappear visually the void never resolving in her minds eye. "What the fuck?"