A Real Scourge

---- you are what you 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ; not what loves you .

Not visibly damaged, but certainly stinging.

Barely paying the wannabe royal any notice as they tunneled back out and wisecracked back at him, only looking up from his own hand at the sound of glass shattering- a brow raising at the sight of the energy coating the anti-mobian, perfectly visible to the kryptonian's eyes, but only vaguely familiar... he hadn't read Archie in a while.

Him, of course, not being given enough time before an attack is launched his way, the same unimpressed look on his face as he lifted a hand to casually catch the oncoming punch...

... only to blink as the fist, and the hedgehog, disappeared

Realization of the classic speedster blunder he'd just fallen for hitting him too late to do anything more than see the attack coming behind him, unable to stop it before he heard his own skull rattle in his head from the kick that was delivered, sending him crashing down to the ground, practically skipping across the pavement.

Having to stop himself by plunging a fist into the street, dragging a sizeable wound in the road before it worked... the super boy letting out an exasperated growl as, facing away, his eyes began to glow.

"Buddy, you've been canceled. For almost a decade."

Words are chased by the sudden flash of crimson, twin beams energy blasting from the kryptonian's eyes- an attack aimed not at Scourge, but at street he was clung to, drawing an outline across a grand stretch of it in front of him, before he twisted his hand inside and gripped.

Flipping around, back towards the hedgehog, and flipping the entire section of the street with him, coming first into the air and just as quickly snapping back down like a bear trap of earth & asphalt.

Crashing down with so much force that, whether it hit the villain or not, the entire chunk would shatter into an explosion of pieces.

"The hell is that supposed to mean? Where do you get off actin' like you know me?" Those questions aren't even the first things on his mind at the moment, but trying to respond to the banter makes him feel more confident than asking how in the ever-loving anarchy can you shoot lasers from your eyes?

He's so distracted by the new revelation that his reaction time proves insufficient to avoid being sandwiched by the street. As the terrain explodes around them, the shimmering sphere around the hedgehog flickers and dissipates. They blink once in shock at having just been smashed with an entire stretch of pavement - but whatever had been encasing Scourge seems to have at least protected him from the brunt of that attack.

"Aw, nuts."

Seeing jagged bits of earth and blacktop flying at him, Scourge panics for a split second before his mind kicks into overdrive, formulating a plan in a matter of moments. Desperate to avoid any further hits, the speedster takes the opportunity to try and leap from improvised platform to platform, reacting quickly to try and knock back any oncoming debris towards the superhero.

"Seriously, what is your deal anyway? Some schmuck Zobotnik deputized to try and drag me back to the No Zone? Or you just real bad at pickin' planets to conquer?"

The hedgehog bicycle kicks a chunk of bitumen at Prime as they flip closer, bringing the two of them closer into melee range. These improvised reflected projectiles aren't going to do much damage, but he has to hope that playing pong with the rubble will buy enough time to let him pull off something big.

Kit was about to ask if this was the right place at all, until the displacement of air made her hair stand on end for a moment before Scourge returned with an air of nonchalance to him. If he thought this was the right place, after his.. well, it had to be super speed, after her few sightings of it. She'd never seen anyone that fast before, though. Even her senses could only catch the beginnings where he was accelerating.

"Right, jump over the pressure plate, avoid the goo." Kit replied, beginning onward as she kept a lookout for anything that looked out of place.

Besides the children's drawings she saw on a corkboard... It made her wince, remembering her many visits to her hometown's doctor. She always left with a lollipop or a toy, even when she was well into adulthood and the town doctor's whiskers were fraying.

"First floor is mostly just where the doc does first aid. He's a real bleedin' heart, you know? Meanwhile the good stuff's usually on the top floors, mostly tryin' to keep it away from me. It's why he made the outer walls frictionless and force-fielded up all the windows there."

There's that talk of 'Chaos Emeralds' that makes her eyebrows raise, though she doesn't bring up her general lack of knowledge as Scourge continues and gives her a bit of insight on whatever they may be. So they were just power amplifiers? Though they sounded extremely dangerous if they could even kill someone.

"Sound like a bad idea to me, but I guess it's not my problem." Kit mused, though her attention focused now on the huge doors in front of them.

Jeez, these things really were huge, weren't they? Still, it was her job to deal with demolition, so it was time to start her end of the deal.

"You might wanna.." Kit began, doing a slight 'shoo'ing motion with one hand. The other transformed into a more elaborate cannon this time, the power gem in the center cavity transforming into a cylinder that shifted with a dense magenta liquid. A large tube connected from the nozzle of the cannon to the new 'tank', which rumbles with a deep purr as she began to fire.

The thick bubbling pink liquid crashed into the metal door like lava. In fact, she was firing some form of lava against the door, which heated and began to liquefy against the stream of concentrated heated plasma. Once she had a sufficiently sized cavity in the door, the weapon shifted back to a gauntlet while she parroted Scourge's previous presenting gesture.

"Geez. Remind me not to piss you off, hot stuff." The hedgehog remarked as they stepped over the melted rim of what were once the doors to Kintobor tower into a sterile white hallway - one that looked more like the reception area of a pediatrician's office than a high tech lab. There were even what looked to be children's drawings pinned to corkboards hanging on the walls.

There's a gust of wind and a green blur, but Scourge only seems to have moved slightly ahead, now leaning against the wall.