Mantis frowned slightly at the sudden fracturing of the ranks. Morale was a bit low. As a hero, he couldnât leave it like this. He beamed and posed. âPlease, I think youâre overstating Misty. Admittedly I donât know her very well, and yes she defeated Jenny quite badly before. But from what Iâve seen that was a Jenny out of practice! That was her before learning from the multiverseâs greatest heroes and with a few more years experience! I bet with her experience now, she could even take on Misty with just herself and a vacuum!â he stated, no doubt in his voice as he smiled widely at XJ-9.
âAnd yes, you could argue Mistyâs had just as much time to grow on her skills. Sheâs tough, strong, who knows what tricks are up her sleeves. But all of us have overcome challenges before. No matter mental, physical, a giant monster, or just a bully, everyone faces foes that are bigger than them in one way or another. The difference is weâre a group of highly skilled individuals working as a team on this!â
âWe have four highly trained warriors!â he motioned to the Troopers.
âOne super robot with barely more amazing gadgets than deservedly won-over fans!â he pointed to Jenny.
âOne expert at XJ-9â˛s worldâs enemies and allies so I hear, and enough mental fortitude to deal with Buzzkill on a regular basis. No easy feat I can tell you,â he motioned to Will.
âAnd myself! Iâm the least experienced here, no multiverse class training, but even I can see weâve got this. There is no necessary sacrifices, no last resorts, only us as a team showing Misty whoâs boss!â he exclaimed, cheering them on and attempting to lift their spirits in quite a hammy way.
âBut I will note heâs right, or at least Buzzkill will be fine. We should stick together with Jenny and trust in Buzzkill, if only because she canât really hurt him. The worst she can do to him is kill him, and that doesnât stop him. I should know, Iâve knocked him down quite a few times. And if she tries to possess him, well, thatâs a really bad move on her part,â
Buzzkill had barely time to blink before being engulfed in void, a black mindscape he was often used to. At first he thought Misty had killed him with a sudden pounce. Them he realised it was something far different. He could feel his body still there, but he was unable to move either here or in reality. A purple mist restrained his movements. He felt Mistyâs presence here, âstandingâ right behind him.Â
Scenes, memories, flashed in front of him for both himself and Misty to see. Beekeeperâs dying body and his feeling of panic and horror. His attempts of âawakeningâ in his new body, a neverending cycle of confusion and drowning as he constantly struggled to emerge from the hive. The times his actions came so close to Beekeeper getting injured for his actions, the email from Kurtis.
And then there was a mental image of an inky void like this, with a giant figure crushing the embodiment of his psyche with a insectoid hand. A memory of a figureâs might over him. It would dawn on Misty that here she wasnât safe, but far the opposite.
An offputting pulsing cord revealed itself, tied around and connected to Buzzkillâs body as it pulsated a sickly yellow. The pulsations and cord lead to a source unseen. A soft, sickly glow in the distance began pulsating in rhythm, as if the source of whatever was being funnelled into Buzzkill was slowly revealing itself.
And then, everything was clear in a flash of yellow light. A gigantic demonic wasp-like being stared down at Misty, her head just taller than Misty herself. Her giant thorax seemed to be merged with an enormous, fleshy hive, a constant flow of flying wasps emerging from the bulbous, pulsating growth before merging back into her. A large crowdâs worth of people were also connected to her, though completely unresponsive beyond standing there. Unlike Buzzkill, the pulsating was drawing energy from them instead of into them, as if feeding off them slowly. A smaller number were directly attached to her flesh, being dissolved into her in a much more direct method of consumption like the wasps flying around. They, unlike the connected crowd, were transformed into fleshy paste at various individual levels.
A deep chuckle in a feminine voice rang throughout the area. âA being that reads their hostâs mental state and fears while in a mist-like form. I wonder if thatâs a trait of all your race, or just you?â Gyne asked in curiosity. She made no moves to attack the intruder yet, instead seemingly curious of the attackerâs abilities. âYou made a terrible mistake in invading a mind so deeply linked with anotherâs, Misty. But you show much promise. The soldier, âDreamerâ, was right to be curious of you,â she stated, an amused tone in her demonic voice. She had nothing to fear from Misty. She was much more powerful than the bounty hunter here, in the mental landscape of her host.
She knew Buzzkill had hoped she would simply crush Misty as soon as she entered his mind. But she was not a rampaging beast, at least not any more. She had better things in mind.Â
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