02-11-2005, 02:17 AM
Honesty is an admirable trait. In fact, they say the truth will set you free. But when you are a world class spy more used to lying your way out of a jam than playing it straight, one should probably stick with oneâs strengths. The elderly man looked at Abby, inwardly hating himself for what he was about to do. It wasnât that he really wanted to throw the girl from his store, but he had no choice. Ever since the Asgardians came to Midgard, they had leveled a measure of scrutiny on the human populace that didnât pay to defy. The man pulled his arm away from her grasp and stepped aside, letting Abby have a good look at the door, as he mumbled, âNo my dear, you will receive no trouble from me. But if itâs all the same, tâwould likely be best if you left my shop.â
Outside in the street, unwilling to go quietly, many of the Watchâs number began to oppose their would be captors. Barry stood amongst a cache of weapons, all of which he began to hurl in the demigodâs direction. They flew with blinding speed, but somehow the much larger man evaded the assault. Something was obviously wrong. Although Barry was the only one to notice, each weapon that he threw seemed to leave his hands more slowly than the previous one. It was only by a small fraction each time, but for someone so used to super speed it was a glaring glitch in his powers. It was as if his connection to the speed force was slowly fading in this place.
Hogun held Victoria firmly as Logan blatantly contradicted his orders. Behind the mutant, the human security men rose to their feet, now free of their telekinetic hold. They made to approach the escalating fight, but thought better of it once they saw the pure anger on Hogunâs face. None had opposed him in years, and he obviously didnât like the idea of being challenged by one that he thought of as inferior. But before he could wipe the smug look from Loganâs face, he heard Yarsug groan from behind him. It seemed that the young ones he had left to his partner had gotten the better of him. The shrouded one who had remained quiet this whole time had planted his feet somehow, allowing the other one to deliver an impossibly strong blow to the Asgardianâs mid-section.
The distraction was what the team needed, for once Hogun had lost his concentration, Barry took advantage by hurling a war mace into the manâs chest, loosing his hold on Victoria. While their Asgardian attackers were temporarily stunned, the members of the Watch set themselves, preparing for the retaliation that was sure to come. The streets had become abandoned after the winged horses had arrived. The villagers were obviously smart enough to stay out of the bruteâs way. A lesson that the reality hopping heroes took careful note of. But the villageâs streets were not completely empty after all, for as the Asgardianâs regrouped from the unlikely opposition they faced, a voice called out from a nearby alley. Victoria was the first to see the man, and alerted her companions to his presence as he called out, âThis way! Quickly, while they are off balance!â
Outside in the street, unwilling to go quietly, many of the Watchâs number began to oppose their would be captors. Barry stood amongst a cache of weapons, all of which he began to hurl in the demigodâs direction. They flew with blinding speed, but somehow the much larger man evaded the assault. Something was obviously wrong. Although Barry was the only one to notice, each weapon that he threw seemed to leave his hands more slowly than the previous one. It was only by a small fraction each time, but for someone so used to super speed it was a glaring glitch in his powers. It was as if his connection to the speed force was slowly fading in this place.
Hogun held Victoria firmly as Logan blatantly contradicted his orders. Behind the mutant, the human security men rose to their feet, now free of their telekinetic hold. They made to approach the escalating fight, but thought better of it once they saw the pure anger on Hogunâs face. None had opposed him in years, and he obviously didnât like the idea of being challenged by one that he thought of as inferior. But before he could wipe the smug look from Loganâs face, he heard Yarsug groan from behind him. It seemed that the young ones he had left to his partner had gotten the better of him. The shrouded one who had remained quiet this whole time had planted his feet somehow, allowing the other one to deliver an impossibly strong blow to the Asgardianâs mid-section.
The distraction was what the team needed, for once Hogun had lost his concentration, Barry took advantage by hurling a war mace into the manâs chest, loosing his hold on Victoria. While their Asgardian attackers were temporarily stunned, the members of the Watch set themselves, preparing for the retaliation that was sure to come. The streets had become abandoned after the winged horses had arrived. The villagers were obviously smart enough to stay out of the bruteâs way. A lesson that the reality hopping heroes took careful note of. But the villageâs streets were not completely empty after all, for as the Asgardianâs regrouped from the unlikely opposition they faced, a voice called out from a nearby alley. Victoria was the first to see the man, and alerted her companions to his presence as he called out, âThis way! Quickly, while they are off balance!â