May reacted very quickly and simply blown off the head that tried to force feed her. May says coldly "I will eat wend the main business tokes is over and not before." May thinks that the head shot was good warning because once more this is the vertex. May seems unphased by Spina attract almost she expected it as well. May thinks "So the question of whom would attack first."
May says to the king and so other people can hear her "oddly that makes a lot of since. This group is a bit trouble prone, so you mostly want to use that fact to get stronger Xy'phers. I even think you don't want to risk turning us in to Xy'phers only because there is a chance that that may mess-up the group's trouble prone nature as well the fact you don't know if that nature you don't know have an expiration date." May thinks "Heck form what I heard most of them; all they did was hang out at an apartment since the end of the doom fight and trouble came to them. The fact Cross did not order those that token the changes in their place to kill and take their coins was actually merciful."
May says "I get that explains way the control room got hit."
Spina fell to his bottom against the hard floor. Just like Bage, he turned to see if the Knights were ordered to do what Atomic Flare had declared. It’s a likely deduction. Yet, the Knights haven’t moved an inch from their spot. They were like statues with no killing intent.
The old Saiyan rose, feeling irritated from Atomic Flare’s actions. Whatever she did, just how she turned Spawn’s attack into a pretty rock, she somehow forced their chairs to slip away from them. There was a sense of familiarity with this one—as if he fought her once. Before he could go even further, the sudden rush of the Knights pushing the chairs from behind and force-feeding him as they shovel food down his throat. “Argckck!!” He mumbled angrily.
Just as the others, Detective Spawn was force-fed after his attack fail to even reach the Red King. However, as food was being shoved into his mouth and his cheeks full, he expected as much. The hellspawn figured that simply attacking the Red King straight one would be futile. He wanted to see how fast his lackeys will go to protect him. And based on Atomic Flare’s reaction speed, he succeeded that it’s another obstacle they need to overcome.
Lucifer seems to enjoy being feed. “Please don’t be rough. I have a very delicate mouth, and I wish to savor every taste.” He requested the Knights.
As the Red King decided to humor the Breakers to answer their questions, Spina narrowed his eyes. Similar to their conclusion back at the hive under that strange manor, the Red King was indeed seeking out the group that Doom formed. They managed to catch Air Dancer, and seemingly after Moby Dick—although they were unfamiliar to Spina, since he never fought them. But he knew they were strong.
What was surprising was that the goal was to make Doctor Doom into a Xy’pher. Since he was a Vortex Coin, the last thing Spina recalled that the coin was stuck in Reality Metropolis. He is not aware if the coin was retrieved or stuck in rubble riddled with Dark Energy.
What surprised the old Saiyan was Emilyn. Spina knew something felt off about her. “I knew I should’ve wasted you!” The old Saiyan said, finally getting a word in once he swallowed whole foods. “You—” His sentence was interrupted when the Knights shove more food down his throat once more.
“I assumed this end goal of yours, excuse me,” Lucifer turned to the Knight to have another bite before continuing. “Is to reach the one called voice, hmm? Taking down the mightiest by using Doctor Doom’s intellect and technology?”
Vegetto's hollowed and empty thoughts dispersed at the striking words ringing through his brain now, his eyes dialing in a bit. Familiar in sensation, Bernkastel's question suddenly pulled at the Potara fusion's emotions and memories, a nearly forgotten tune filling his brain once more. As the conversation diverted onto the topic of Superman, so too did the voice of the same man fill Vegetto's mind; a cheerful speech that contrasted against the drunkard that Superman was trying to save.
"Yeah..sure...everyone loves a hero. Having a whole city like Metropolis or...Conton City...praising you like that...it's easy to get caught up in it. But you gotta remember...it's not about you. It's about them."
Vegetto lifted his head a bit, the memory of Superman gesturing to the bar as a whole bringing a calming warmth over the man. The vibrant and happy lives of all the patrons gave reprieve for the hollow man at the time; the ability to escape his own demons in the warmth he felt in seeing others enjoying their lives. Even after all of his little successes and progress, the most important lesson of all he ever received had been buried and forgotten like that. He felt a twinge within once again, a pain at the guilt in missing that lesson once more. Yet only for a moment did he allow his mind to bear the shame; the lesson he needed directing him to put aside his own demons once again and to struggle on behalf of another.
Meanwhile, Cayde had winked with an enthusiastic thumbs up at Berserk's suggestion. Yet suddenly, the chairs were yanked out from under the Breakers and the android promptly fell on his rear like the others with a loud yelp. Yet he stared on in confusion at the sight of Vegetto standing up already; rising to avoid falling out of his seat. An aggressive determination filled his expression in a complete contrast to the behavior he displayed mere moments ago, his fists flying forward to punch the pair of Knights back from their attempts to feed him. Cayde climbed into his seat slowly, the loud hits ringing out in the ornate room as Vegetto gained his personal space once more before lowering into his seat again. Seeing the determined glare on the Potara fusion's face again prompted a small smile from Cayde.
Cayde leaned to the side, his head directly in front of Lucifer's chest now. A bit of the food trickled down onto the metal android's face while Lucifer was fed by the Knight, but Cayde did not even acknowledge the new additions to his hood and face while he whispered to Bernkastel with a wide grin.
"Hey...that was really nice of you. Good going kid...I think he really needed that coming from you."
With the plans being revealed on an attempt to seize Doctor Doom's original cast of fighters sent to stop the Breakers, Vegetto sat in his seat with a firm and determined glare trained on the Red King. A normal expectation of pride or trash talking would've been originating from the Potara fusion by now; a subconscious behavior that he intentionally fed in that it built up or motivated his opponent to fight harder. Instead, however, Vegetto sat in silence again with the determined glare still strong, merely waiting and absorbing every detail he could in the King's explanations.
At Emilyn's entrance, Cayde blinked wide at the sight. Yet upon Spina's wrath at the sight of seeing the one who tricked the team, Cayde shrunk a bit in his seat with a nervous laughter.
"Yeah...definitely didn't fall for the 'pretty girl that's actually a spy for your worst enemy' routine...I knew we should've killed you too..."
Berserk fell to the floor with a shout, cursing and rubbing her bottom from being knocked over by the invisible force Atomic Flare used. "Ow! Hey, let go!"
Bernkastel furrowed her brows and grunted after being forced to sit in quick succession. Before she could even form a sentence in objection, she could feel the hands of the knight behind her slam her head onto the table. "What're you-?! Stop!" Unlike Vegetto, Bern couldn't do much besides squirm in her seat and turn away from the hand as much as she could. This just made her face dirty with random bits of food smushed into her face. Seeing Cayde lean over towards her in acknowledgement of what she said to Vegetto had done, her expression changed to a genuine look of surprise. Ceasing her struggling, Bern glanced over to see that the fusion's demeanor flipped on its head. He was instead biding his time, not entirely complacent to Atomic Flare's demands, but he wasn't exerting too much of his force beyond preserving his personal space.
Berserk's ability to fight back was greatly limited from having only one good arm, yet she took a page from Vegetto's book and grabbed the wrist of the Knight force-feeding her with one hand. "I can feed my own damn self! So hands off!" She squeezed on it until it left an impression, plasma leaking from her hand to zap the Xy'pher's wrist.
Once Emilyn appeared before them, Bernkastel's gaze narrowed. "You... I remember you. But I thought you were--" the Witch fell silent as her memory flashed back to the group's encounters with Emilyn. "No... no, it makes perfect sense. The Recon Xy'pher in a city that's a magnet for heroes... of course, how else would you get the information you'd need on Superman? You're not needed inside the Hive, you're a field agent. I should've known better than to assume we hadn't encountered you before coming across Nia."
Seems like they hadn't captured Wordplay yet... maybe they don't know yet about Brainstorm's real identity as a Doom. But his coin is good as lost, they're in a far better position of finding it first. Damn!
"Were you a Xy'pher the whole time you were with us? Is that how you were so easily able to find us dropping in on your Hive?" She asked Emilyn before turning her head towards the King. "So, what's the next step of your big plan now, kill us here and then go to Federation City to lure out Superman once you capture the rest of the Doom Goons? What's your real end goal here besides making every last person in this world your little slave?"
"Good job on gathering information on Federation City." The Red King nodded to Emilyn. "As well as the Breakers."
"Thank you, my lord~! Anything for you!" Emilyn blushed as she held on to Atomic Flare's arm tighter, like a little sister eager to be with her big sister. "They sure love to talk a bunch! Right, Mr. Vegetto? The great hero!"
"What?!" Avalon glared towards Emilyn, ultimately feeling betrayed. "You--! You tricked us!"
"Duh, that's the point, Bernkastel! I honestly thought you'd figure it out considering how smart you are." Emilyn sneered before turning to Avalon and sticking her tongue out. "You won't be a good ninja if you get tricked so easily. You and Vegetto are one and the same. One talks to hear himself whine, and the other talks others so they can hear him whine. You guys should really get that fixed, or don't. Either way, I got tooooons of information from you guys. Thanks a bunch!"
"I suspected it was you..." Nia growled. "You took on many forms, didn't you?"
"Of course~!" Emily began to count on her fingers. "Let's see... I spied on your sleeping bodies back in Azure City, hid in the horde that attacked Metropolis... Oh! I was there when Detective Broly and Goku perished! And lastly, I was there in Reflection City, recording every bit of information from your fight. You guys sure are entertaining!"
"Disgusting..." Nia spat. "So what form are you now?"
"A beautiful damsel~! I *ahem* 'lost my husband' and desperately trying to move on. I think that's the story I made..." Emilyn teased as she looked over to Vegetto. "That handsome hunk melted right into my arms. So cute! If you join us, I would totally marry you and Cayde. I can fill the hole you have. In here, all Xy'phers are family~!"
The Red King lifted his arm and Emilyn immediately silenced herself, moving closer to Atomic Flare. The King lifted the crystal to examine the still frame of Federation City inside it before allowing it to float next to Walter, along with the photo of Moby Dick. Walter created a portal to transport the items somewhere safe within the castle. As Lucifer and Bernkastel asked their questions, the King was silent for a moment before answering them.
"My end goal is not so simple." The Red King pointed ahead at a beautiful circular crystal window, and directly in the center was a full view of the Vortex Moon. From the throne, the King would be able to see it with no obstructions. "I am aware of a creature living on the moon. I have not seen it, but I have definitely heard it, albeit very briefly. The only person who has captured this creature before was Dr. Doom. However, I am after every creature who has a connection to it, direct or indirect." The King snapped his tassel-fingers again, and, without skipping a beat, Walter opened another portal that dropped all the photos of everyone connected to Doom, including the Breakers.
The psychic powers of the King rearranged the photos to show a similar pyramid style hierarchy from Gravita's Hive back in the mansion, with the Breakers close to the bottom and the picture of Doom near the top. The only photos that were missing were the bunny and the question mark.
"If I can capture those who surrounded themselves with Doom, eventually, I will capture the real thing. Doom is powerful, yes, but even he needs to rest like everyone else. Once I capture Dr. Doom, his scientific mind will be used to start the next phase of my plan." The King held up the photo of the Moon. "In all my centuries of conquest, I have traveled to many worlds, and different moons, each one being vastly different from one another. After I pillage a planet for resources or additional Xy'phers, I take time to look at the sky. Every time I look up at the sky, I see a new star to conquer, a new goal. But here? In my time here, I have seen no stars, no light beyond that of the moon. Why..?"
As Avalon listened to the King, he thought about what he said and never really noticed that there were no stars in the night sky. Everything was pitch black aside from the Vortex Moon that it almost looked like a void.
Holy crap, he's right! I haven't seen a single thing in the sky aside from the Moon...
"The creature that lives on the Moon... you call it 'The Voice'. Is he the strongest foe you have ever fought, Breakers? Is he truly above all?"
Again, Bara didn't speak, but she was taking in all the information that the Red King had said, making sure she memorized every bit of it. She was still eating the food that was presented before her in peace, yet it appeared that she did have a plan of her own.
After all, Brachi and Jize were nowhere to be seen with the Breakers, so they were still at large, this Bara knew, so she was evidently gathering intelligence.
Spina narrowed his eyes upon the Red King’s question. It was a no brainer that Voice was undoubtedly the strongest being in existence in this world. After their hard-fought battle against Doctor Doom, and barely surviving, the Voice at his full power easily manipulate the entire vortex. “What kind of question is that—”
There was a sudden sense of dread that send chills on the Breakers’ spine. It was not flashy, but rather subtle. “Pardon my rudeness, children. I need all of you to be quiet. Whatever conflict or drivel internal struggles can wait.” Lucifer’s voice shifted to a more grim, soft tone. It was harsh, straight to the point and done in a way that seemingly seek an answer. It was a stark contrast of his usual demeanor, where even in the darkest of hours, the angel will make light of the situation. Here, there was no snark. No jokes. Or a hearty chuckle.
“But we have no need for any more questions other than just one.” Lucifer was aware that the sky, aside from the Vortex Moon, was the lack of starlight. It was a strange phenomenon, since even in the most primitive state, there should be few stars lurking in the dark. “The voice isn’t your end goal.” Lucifer stared at the Red King. “What did you discover, hmm?”
“Still not aware of Valeria… figures.” Detective Spawn thought to himself. However, before he can lay out his own questions, Lucifer had prevented the Breakers from asking anymore. His demeanor had turned dark strangely. Is something bothering the angel? Upon the question on the voice’s status as the strongest, Spawn simply turns to the Red King for an answer.
"Do you truly believe that The Voice is the strongest? That there is no one above him? No one stronger?" The Red King said to Spina confidently.
"According to him, he created this realm. He has the power to completely erase people and bring them back on a whim." Zenta tilted his head, then remembered how he was easily erased. "It is hard to think otherwise."
"Well, I disagree..." The Red King turned to Emilyn and held out his hand to the Xy'pher. The girl then handed him a crystal with a single picture inside it: a pure white hand. "I figured you'd be quick to catch one, Lucifer Morningstar. After all, I did send you a personal letter... Indeed, the Voice is not my end goal..."
As the Red King held the crystal in his hand, he shivered in what looked like fear. The King expressing fear? Emilyn and Walter shared a concerned look to their King and even shook like he did, almost as if they saw the same thing he did.
"Allow me to show you what I discovered..."
The Red King tossed the crystal up into the air and crushed it to powder using his psychic powers, all without any effort. The crystal exploded into a black smoke that engulfed the entire dining hall. The Breakers were viewing a memory recorded by Emilyn as if they were watching a movie. As the memory started, the Breakers were seen floating high into the air, literally feeling the wind brush through their hair and slap against their face by how real the memory felt. The table was gone, the knights disappeared, and the Breakers flew faster and faster, high into the Vortex sky, following the Red King in this hyperrealistic movie. They were alongside the King, however, the King, Walter or Emilyn, paid no attention to them since it was only a memory.
[Memory Start]
The Red King flew alongside Walter and Emilyn, supported by his psychic powers. Eventually, the Red King, Walter, Emilyn hit against the invisible barrier that surrounded Reality Vortex, flinging them down. Stunned, the Red King floated back to the barrier and reached a robe-hand out to touch it while Walter and Emilyn worried about any injuries he had.
"What is this..?" The King said to himself. "A barrier? Why?" As the King pressed harder against the barrier, it did not budge. "Walter, Recon, what information do you have on this barrier?"
"I have none, my Lord... This is entirely new to me." Walter said. "Why is it here?"
"I don't have any information on such a barrier, my Lord." Emilyn replied before turning to Walter. "But I have heard that no one has ever been able to escape this planet... Any rockets launched into the sky simply... explode."
"A barrier to keep us in?" Walter's eyes widen. "Why is it trying to keep us in?"
"Whatever the reason is, I will not be contained." The Red King punched the barrier with his robe. Nothing happened. "There must be other planets out there to conquer, so perhaps this barrier is hiding the stars from us."
The Red King floated back and focused his will on the barrier, using the force of his psychic powers to attempt to break it. Nothing he did worked, and no matter how hard he focused, the barrier was too thick. His body shivered with anticipation as he pressed both arms against the barrier and released more of his psychic powers against the barrier. A red hue occasionally formed to show the wisps of his psychic energy as they brushed against the barrier. Nothing the Red King did seemed to work, at least for now.
"Walter, cast a portal with all your might directly at the barrier." The King ordered. "And cast a portal to the closest thing beyond this barrier!"
"Yes, your majesty!"
Walter floated in front of his King and held his hands out to cast a portal directly in front of him. The portal was large at first, but as it touched the barrier, it started to shrink, almost as if the barrier was ripping it to shreds. Walter kept his focus, keeping the barrier open for as long as he could, concentrating on homing in on whatever was alive beyond the barrier. The King's eyes shined brightly as he fully concentrated on the portal, exerting all of his psychic powers into it.
The pressure was so great that reality began to distort and even disintegrate directly within the portal. Within the portal, distorted images of random spots in Reality Vortex were showing, like a TV flipping through hundreds of channels. It was almost as if the barrier was trying to redirect the King and Walter to those locations. Every time the blurred images appeared, the Red King and Walter forced it back to the blue sky overhead. The images flashed faster and faster, but the King was determined to see what lies beyond the barrier. Lightning crackled, and strong winds started to form around the trio. From the ground, near his crystal castle, the energy started to lift into the air and circle around the Red King, turning red. His psychic energy would spin the energy around his body faster and faster, forming a tornado of glittering red energy. The tornado grew bigger and bigger until the atmosphere and temperature started to change. Several hurricanes, blizzards, and tornadoes formed! They all rained red crystal shards, skewering anything that was unlucky to get caught. Earthquakes shook the ground below, and mountains were rendered to dust. All this and the King was so far up in the sky, no one can see him.
For a brief moment, there appeared a solid black abyss within the portal, and it caused an instant crack in the barrier. A small crack. The Red King noticed this, as did Walter.
"Walter!"
"Yes, my lord!"
As the portal flicked through various images, the solid black abyss started to appear more frequently, and every time it did, the cracks on the barrier grew larger. Using the full might of his psychic abilities, the Red King cast a storm so large that it turned day into night. The summer instantly turned to winter. The ground split so far that it turned into a canyon, reforming the land. The Red King's power effectively changed the literal atmosphere and land mass he floated above from miles away.
Finally, the black abyss within the portal stayed long enough for the King to grab using his robe-arms. He grabbed the portal, trying to stretch it open while he continued to give the barrier the fullest extent of his power. The portal started to shake violently in the King's hands as he pressed against it, and the harder he did, the deeper the cracks in the barrier became until it made a hole.
The impossible was done... a hole in the barrier thanks to Walter's portal. However, it was just barely large enough for the King to squeeze through.
"Finally..." The King huffed, clearly having used too much of his power. "I am able to conquer the stars..."
As the King, Walter, and Emilyn got near the portal, the Breakers would follow after them. To the Breakers, they felt air that was dangerously thin. They would feel their chests heavy with dread and unease, as if something was coming, yet nothing could hurt them. It was incredibly cold, freezing their breaths into actual ice, yet, their bodies would feel as if they are in an oven, sweating all over. Time did not flow and reality did not exist... There was only darkness. Pure darkness. No light. No sound. Nothing.
Then...
From within the darkness, a snow-white hand came out towards the King in a welcoming gesture, almost as if enticing the King to grab it.
"Before there was time, before there was anything, there was nothing. Before there was nothing, there were monsters. And before there were monsters... there was me...
When one doubts and questions. When one shivers in the cold, I give warmth and answers. Come, and I'll embrace you with fire."
The King gasped loudly, and for the first time, he lost control of himself. His eyes, which were normally empty, filled with darkness. He had no control as he slowly floated towards the hand like a moth to a flame. Walter and Emilyn grabbed the King's robe, trying to pull him back. The King' robe-arm reached out within the portal, mere inches from grabbing the mysterious creature's hand. His body was nearly entirely in the portal, moments away from grabbing its hand, until something pushed the King back out the portal.
A woman with a staff and bunny ears shoved the Red King away from the mysterious figure, closing the portal behind her. The Red King instantly snapped back to his senses, the darkness leaving his eyes. The mysterious bunny girl simply looked down at the Red King and wagged her finger towards him, as if to scold him. Shaken and confused, the Red King shivered uncontrollably, unable to understand what was happening to him. Before he had a chance to react, the Bunny-Lady swung her staff towards him and flung him back towards the ground. Emilyn and Walter were also hit as well. As the King slammed against the ground, he created a crater. Walter and Emilyn, once they rose to their feet, quickly rushed to their King, tending to his every wound. The King did not say a word, only staring at the sky where they once were, shivering in fear from what he saw.
[Memory End]
From there, the memory faded away, and the Breakers found themselves back in the dining hall, as if they never left in the first place.
"That is the first time I experienced what you mortals call... fear." The Red King shuddered.
May says unaffected by what did say Emilyn "Even if you did gather intelligence Emilyn, I hate to point this out but knowing the brakers luck some thing
else would go tits up for some other reason and the Xy'phers would hit just the same. With that stated what happened then hardly matters now."
May says after watching the Memory with the same unaffected tone she taken with Emilyn "I gest beating the voice is the minim level to even face those
things outside. I could give more my hunches on the actual reason for the bearer as well way the Bunny-lady saved you but those hardly matter in this conversation." May thinks "I gust one the papers did hint that there was something that could be described as one of Lovecraft's monsters."
Vegetto's eyes diverted to the side at Emilyn's taunting, the burning glare still strong. His eyebrows softened slightly, however, at Emilyn's proposal of family as a Xy'pher. The Potara fusion broke the stare shortly after, thinking to himself in silence. Cayde, however, sighed heavily with a straight expression and soon shrugged his shoulders before Emilyn was cut off by the King.
"I think we're good, sweetheart. A woman with many faces tends to be a little...no offense...cheap. Actually wait, I take that back...I meant the offense."
Yet suddenly, in the Red King's explanation of his plan, Lucifer made his move. For the first time, the angel imposed his will onto a matter directly; rising and forcing the Red King to respond. Cayde perked his head a bit at the display, and so too, did the android grow serious in his stare.
Finally...we get to see what you really are....
As the memory played out, and subsequently ended, Cayde gasped a bit and glanced around when the scenery changed to the normal dining hall they were in. The unnerved expression was clear in his face, but his eyes immediately landed on Vegetto across the table in a realization of fear. Across their entire travels and efforts in building Rogue City, a fevered dream and goal had always existed in the Potara fusion's mind. A dream and goal that Cayde had spent years shutting down and disabling, to the point where Vegetto felt uncomfortable sharing the idea with Clark. Yet despite the horrific monster that not only blocked the way, but the vast void of darkness that followed, Cayde looked across the way in terror at the sight of Vegetto's eyes illuminating with hope. An impossibility had been achieved and no matter the recompense, Vegetto's expression lifted while his eyes glanced down to the table while his mind raced on the possibility to flee from his problems like a coward once more.
The burning glare that bore into the side of Vegetto's skull came not from Bernkastel this time, but the android himself. Normal situations prompted an aloof sigh or a tired expression from Cayde in Vegetto's dangerous antics. Yet this time, Cayde glared down his friend across the table in genuine anger and disappointment; the unshaking stare an attempt to silently tell Vegetto to let go of the prospect. Vegetto soon lifted his head under the pressure, meeting Cayde's stare in a stern and silent argument between themselves. And soon, Vegetto broke eye contact with a small scoff in a silent admission of defeat.
However, it was short lived as the prospect of escaping the Reality Vortex reignited an old flame within the Potara fusion, prompting Vegetto to speak up with a firm and condescending tone.
"So that's what this is about...you're scared of whatever thing that is. Of whatever power exists out there beyond the Vortex."
The determined stare returned onto the Red King, Vegetto scoffing audibly before continuing.
"So why then...are you going to all of this trouble? You obviously knew about the Breakers before the attack on Metropolis...and if you knew where I was hiding at the same time...a big if...why wait to ambush us? Even now...you feed us food...tell us your plans...tell us your fears. When you can just snap your fingers and have your cronies turn us into servants at will...if you're strong enough to create a barrier this powerful and break free from the Vortex."
Vegetto leaned forward a bit.
"If you just wanted more powerful slaves like the weaklings who followed Doom-"
The fusion's eyes turned onto Zenta ever so briefly, before continuing.
"-you would've done it by now. You sound like someone trying to make a deal with us...or at best...ask for our help. If that's so...then don't waste your breath. The Breakers were formed on a pact to use whatever power you're looking for to return home. Very different and separate homes. Far away from each other...in an effort to make sure we never see each other again."
The Potara fusion glanced around at the members of the table, but soon returned his glare back onto the Red King.
"This isn't a team...and it never will be. No matter how badly we may want to work together...we can't. We are too different from each other...Gogeta and Cross were proof of that."
Vegetto slowly straightened himself in his seat, continuing without waiting for a reply at the damning accusation.
"And if you think you're going to be an different than the last naïve fool that wanted this group to be something like-"
The following word was practically spat in sarcastic venom in the dual voice filling the dining hall.
"-family...then you'll wish you were a coin by the end of it like she undoubtedly did. So how about you stop wasting time; tell us what you know about these "monsters"...or let's get on with the fight to beat it out of you already."
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