Earth

Alex
Alex kept running with Dominika till he heard Vincent. "Ah,shit..." he yelled. He stopped dead in his tracks. " Vincent just let her walk away she has no ties with me and will only run away..." he said to Vincent. "Hey, girl when we start fighting try to get to the other group... I'll try to catch up with you." Alex whispered with a smile as he turned his head back towards Dominika. Alex stood infront of her as he faced Vincent. "I'll fight you all you want Vincent,but I won't hold back like i did last time..." he looked at him readying his fists.

Yuri
Yuri looked around as the target and Rose disappered into the Lich's realm. He sighed as he turned away hearing something going on in the house. Yuri saw Vincent run out and walked inside seeing Reaper pointing a Katana at the comander. " Back off Reaper, Lich is gone for the moment." he said stepping infront of the comander putting his sword away."Whether we are friends or foes is up to you, but first put your sword away before I make you put it away..." Yuri said in a stear and hard voice as he looked at Reaper." Hey, Daytona go and back up Vincent. He may need to get back under control. You can help if you want, but don't let them kill anyone." he said still looking at Reaper.

Dominika yanked away from the male who had grabbed her, her eyes bleeding out the green until gold pooled in her gaze. "You'll not have me leave..." she growled, her voice animalistic. She winced as she felt the sharp rips in her mouth, felt the pulling shredding sensation as her teeth sharpened, grew, and snapped together. Looking at her hands, the woman flexed them, the nails growing, thickening, darkening. "And I need no protection from a young boy like yourself."
Her voice had sharpened with a growl, and she pulled the male behind her, her body jolting as it shifted, claws growing, fangs sharpening, eyes shimmering. Looking the opponent before her over, she let out a smile as she flicked one claw on her left hand against the other, the clicking noise easily heard. "If you wish to fight, boy," she looked back at him, eyes assessing him," stand beside me. If you wish to find some help for us, hurry along."
Violence, cool indifference, and an ageless wisdom radiated from the woman's form like an aura, and she turned back to Vincent, crouching into a fighting stance, one hand on the ground, another above her head, lethal talons extended.

Rose felt a sudden Jerk when Namie grabbed her and pulled her through the wall. Her vision was still a little fuzzy but she knew she couldn't leave the others. Then they fell to the grass outside Rose as a little disoriented. She needed to gain her bearings. Once she saw the wall she dove for it. Namie had let go of her so she couldn't get through. She hit the wall with a loud thud. Her shoulder burned but she needed to get back inside. She slammed her fists against the wall and stood only to get dizzy and stumble into the wall. It was then that she began hearing thunder screaming. Panic set in then. She had to get to him. Just then a man came around the corner pointing a gun at them. Rose tried to put herself in the way so that namie would be able to get away but the shadow creature came to them.

"You'd better come with us." It spoke. Rose felt the need to do as he said. She knew nothing of him but she felt an odd feeling to trust him. Rose grabbed Namie's hand as they faded into a type of shadow world.

Things were strange. Rose's eye sight was still fuzzy and her head was pounding but she could see thunder. She reached out for him but couldn't quite reach him.

"Who are you?" Rose asked trying to steady herself. She needed to make sure Thunder was okay.

"Where are we?!" She asked.

Namie
MOTHER OF GOD WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT DOUCHE DOING TO THUNDER?

Namie was freaking the fuck out. She hardly knew what was going on, but next thing she knew, she was being pulled into some sort of… abyss? Once inside, Namie looked around. It was hard to tell where she was, but it wasn’t on the Earth plane. What the hell what the hell what the hell what the hell. She was finding it hard to think straight. So much was happening at once. She heard Namie ask a question, but she was too dazed to pay attention. She remained silent, looking around and trying to make sense of things.

Daytona
Daytona, much like his sister, was very confused about what was going on. There was yelling, confrontation and a horrid scream of pain which had even himself cringing. He registered the voice of Yuri telling him to back up Vincent. At least, that’s what he thought. When he caught up with him though, things looked serious. It looked like Alex and him were facing off. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to bud in or not.

But there was that other chick…

Daytona turned to face Dominika, scowling deeply. If Alex and Vincent were going one-on-one, he supposed that only left this lady…

... Somewhere unknown in an Abaddon base in Russia, came a voice. It spoke out as if monitoring, it's digital voice rang out to no one, and yet all at the same time. It spoke out these words only. "Testing Stage is complete." It spoke out in a monotonous feminine voice. "Preparing to observe new chapter... You have just entered, The Experimental Resistance." Then, all was quiet, and all faded into black again. ...

~ Thunder ~

::It was horrible, laying there while feeling the pain throughout his arm, but something felt different now. It had eased in this place, as he opened his eyes and breathed again, taking in the views around him, well, what little there was to see. He forced himself to sit, his body refusing to give in to the pain, he felt like a truck had been sitting on his arm. When he saw Elizabeth and Namie, his heart leaped with joy, and a weak smile came to his face. He grabbed them both and pulled them into a group hug, wrapping his arms around them both as he held them so close, they could feel his body shaking, he was very weak. "Never leave me like that again..." He spoke to them, he sounded weak too! He let the hug go on for a few minutes before pulling himself away from them, gathering his breath as his mind drew attention to that 'thing' from before.

"You..." He said to it, looking at it, his eyes said it all; Surprise, Anger, and above all else, Confusion. He didn't know what to say, looking around at them as he was going to go on, when the pain shot through his again, making him yell out and grab a hold of his arm as he struggled for control. He gathered his breath, sitting up straight as he looked to the 'thing' in black. If it had gotten them there, it could take them elsewhere. "...Albert." Was the only thing he could get out. "Albert... Take us to Albert's house. Please." ::

~ Albert ~

:: He felt himself suddenly caught with this strange school looking girl, sighing out to himself at the sudden realization. Nothing could top this, but then again, people would assume this was his daughter or granddaughter, perhaps. Walking back to his car, he opened the driver's door and sat in, closing the door as he started up the car at this. "Suit yourself." Was all he said to her, before driving back towards the house, he was just thinking that he was finally going to get her off his shoulders and be able to rest in his hut for the night. But then, well, what happened next came as a surprise to him, for he never expected to see Abaddon forces nor the police coming straight for that same place! Something had definitely gone wrong, and his heart raced at the thought of seeing dead bodies! ::

~ Abaddon ~

:: "NO!" Was the only thing the Commander could get out of his lungs, glaring darkly over at The Lich's many copies, his right eye taking it all in as he looked around at them. "By order of one of the Commanding Leaders of Abaddon, you are hereby sentenced to imprisonment, Lich!" He shouted out, as he went to fight off all the clones, but then an unexpected soldier appeared. His right eye looked at him, taking him in as well, seeming to furrow his brows at him. "You have come to turn yourself in, assassin." He spoke out to him, looking around at the clones as he growled out in frustration. "I will strike a deal, handle these pests for me and I promise to let you go, for the day. Abaddon forces, gather!" He called out, running away from The Lich's many copies and to his own men, looking at the police vehicles approaching. "Darren, make yourself useful for once!" He called out in anger, glaring at Darren before looking at Vincent Karol and Daytona. "It seems we have a change of plans... Capture any and all fugitives you can find! That is a direct order!"

The commander then saw something approach, it looked like a car... Was it a police car? No, on closer observation it was another type of car. He narrowed his eyes as the light shined into his eyes for a brief second, and then the car turned and passed right by him. His eyes widened, he had seen two people in that car. Albert and Rishen. They both were wanted as far as he was concerned. And they were heading right for the scene with Alex and Dominika! He growled, starting to walk over there, but was stopped when a voice called out to him from the distance. "Oh commander, it's been so long..." The voice spoke out to him, stopping him in his tracks as he slowly turned around to face... Oh god. It sat on the roof of the former home, it's bat-like wings shrinking into it's body as it stood up and had a devilish smirk upon it's face. "Has our great age of violence, Abaddon manipulating, and running away finally ended?" The man spoke, jumping down from the home as he walked forward slowly towards the commander. "It's been too long... Metallic Man."

The commander narrowed his eyes at the man, as he knew who he was from hearing that nickname. "Only those who have recently been with Abaddon have ever heard of that name... So, you are Lucifer's dog now it seems, Shapeshifter." He spoke out to the man, watching him stop as he chuckled. Darren's eyes widened, but then another car came by, and stopped right near Darren. "Darren... It seems you and the commander get to fight side by side today." Was all Chase would say before the car would drive off towards Vincent Karol and Daytona. Darren screamed out as the Shapeshifter smirked at the mention of this, his eyes changing into bat-like eyes. "Oh commander... It seems this may be our last duet. Do not disgrace me here and now..." He said as before everyone's eyes, he let out a terrible roar and suddenly changed! In an instant, his body became that of a bat-like creature, standing a few feet higher then before, and in an instant the commander and shapeshifter fought!

The fight's destruction could be seen from a distance, Darren was only lucky to just get out of range before it got too crazy. Trees were knocked down, parts of the house went flying, the ground was being torn apart, and several police cars were getting brutalized, forcing the rest coming to halt suddenly or risk the same fate. The car Chase was in, or rather multiple seated car stopped abruptly by them, as Albert's car had just zoomed on by. They could of heard the words 'JUMP ON' as the top of his car opened up, leaving it for them to grab. Now it had become a deadly chase, they needed to leave the area soon any way, Darren desperately got into the car as he took a damn seat. In an instant, he was given a gun, and a deadly smirk came to his face. "Get in you two, that's an order." Chase told them, he and the driver, Eric, were the only ones without guns. Two suited guys had their seats, around them were a few more guns, two of them obviously Daytona and Vincent's, the rest were back-up's. "We do not have much time, so let us get down to the chase. You must use these guns, and aim for that damn car. I hope you have watched some action movies as of late, because you are about to experience a real life car chase. Enjoy it while it lasts, this is about to get very serious." He told them, folding his arms across his chest as he waited for them to get in so Eric could begin chasing Albert's car. ::

Markus shivered as he walked along the highway, vehicles passed him as if he wasn't there. The desert looked like a vast wasteland, abandoned vehicles dotted the desert every few miles and every so often he would see someone scavenging out of them. After a couple hours of walking he stopped, the sun had begun rising as he had feared would happen before he reached the city. He began a quick jog, Las Vegas was close, he could see the towers in the distance. A vehicle stopped by him and the driver got out of his vehicle.

"Hey son, you need a ride?" The man asked in a slight southern accent.

Markus looked at the man for a moment analyzing him, thinking of what might happen. 'This guy isn't an enemy, he's just another farmer' He thought.

"Yeah, can I just ride in the bed of your truck?"

The man looked in the bed for a second and moved a few things around. The sound of jugs and plastic shuffling around made Markus slightly nervous since it wasnt something he was used to hearing and it usually meant chemicals. Markus climbed up and lay down in the bed, the truck began to move.

The lights of the city grew brighter and brighter as they approached. Markus fealt the vehicle slow down after a short while. He got up and looked around, trailers and RV's surrounded the area.

"Where are we?" Markus asked slightly annoyed.

"Not to far from the city now, actually were pretty much next door at this point. But this where I stop, I was just comin to see my nephews." The man got out of the truck and heade for the house they were parked in front of.

"Thanks, for the ride." Thanking people was not common for Markus.

"Tell you what, Why dont you come inside and I'll get you fed. You look like you haven't eaten in weeks."

Markus paused, food sounded great but it left him vulnerable. But food outweighed the danger at this point. he nodded and followed the man cautiously keeping an eye on his surroundings.

Rishen looked out the window of Albert's car. "What happened here?" she wondered aloud, looking just a bit scared. Sure, Rishen was stronger than most people, but she was easily spooked by events like this. "If Abbadon't here, then..." the girl began trembling. Was this the truth? Was this what she was ment for? "Oh no... please don't let this be the truth..." she covered her eyes, looking extremely upset. 'Am I reay family to them? or am I just another test subject?' Rishen coldn't take it anymore. Her sadness and panic soon turned to rage, and she gripped the seat lighty, yet permernet imprints of her hands were left behind anyway. She turned to look at Albert. "Please stop the car, I would like to get out" shestarted. '...and get to the bottom of this' she added in her mind.

Alex
Alex sighed not really knowing what Dominika or Daytona would do. He then suddenly took off running away from them. "Sorry, Dominika but Vincent is my fighting partner." He yelled back still running trying to make his way deeper into the forest.

Dominika blinked, watching as the pair took off. She straightened and looked down at the boy. Her monster-like appearance didn't seem to faze this child. But he was abadon? Still... Backing up slightly, she frowned deeply and hissed at him. "I do not fight children. It's pathetic..." she said, her voice guttural as she brandished a pair of claws and flicked them together, causing a slight 'ting' noise to be heard.

Thane's human form finally melted through the Lich's own bizarre and twisted figure, to reveal a boy only a few years older than Thunder. "Yeah sure that's easy enough. Two questions though. Who in the bloody hell is Albert and does he work for Mr. Wayne?" Thankfully, Thane's sense of humor wasn't dampened by all that was going on. It was a relief for him. He knew that when he couldn't smile, then things were seriously going downhill. Turning to Rose, he smiled and said, "I'm Thane. One of the oldest Abbadon experiments. At least, I think. Been what, sixty some-odd years now? That's old even when you don't age half the time, right?" He took a breath before continuing his long-winded explanation. "As for where you are, this is my playground, the 'Nexus Manor' is what I like to call it. Granted it might not exactly look like a manor to you so much as a blob of darkness, but once you're here long enough, it really does."

Rose watched the boy's body come into view. He looked no older then them though he had said he was 60 or so years old. she looked around what he had called the Nexus Manor. She couldn't see any hit of house or building only the darkness. She wondered how long Thane had been here. Had he turned Mad? Or was it Abbadon's fault. she knew how she didn't want to stay long enough to find out.

"I'm sorry but we don't plan on staying that long. Thank you for helping Thunder out of that. And thank you for bring us togeather but he needs a healer badly. While in Albert's mind i say a small country house just outside Topeka in Kansas. Is there any what you can get us there? You can come with us?" She asked watching thunder carefully.

"I know what you're thinking Rose. Seen that look a million times before. I'm not insane. But I suppose a demonstration would be in order." He stood up and faced her, slowly passing his hand over her eyes. "Just relax, you'll see it in a second." He closed his eyes and they snapped back open. The color had changed, a mirror of Rose's and e chuckled. "Wow I almost forgot what it was like. Yeah let's try this." He said grinning. He held his finger up and started waving it around like he was drawing something in the air. Slowly, the darkness began to melt away until finally they could see it. A magnificent mansion, almost the size of a castle was sitting on top of a hill just in front of them. The ground at their feet was blanketed in a thin layer of snow and many of the windows shone with a warm and inviting light. "The only problem I have is that I can't make it anything but winter around here. I was told that if I brought the right people here, it might change." He said eyeing the ground at Rose's feet. "Looks to me like you could be a spring kid." He said as a few blades of grass grew their way up through the snow around her. "Anyways, we should probably go." The darkness enveloped the view of the house in a vortex of black and purple. Thane turned and bent down towards Thunder. "Come on then big guy, we're gonna go get you fixed up." Carefully, he lifted Thunder into a piggy back, trying not to cause him any more pain.

~ Thunder's Story ~

Thunder felt weird for a moment, as he was suddenly lifted into the air and looked down to see him lifting him up into the air. "Agh! What are you -- um..." He placed his hands on his shoulders as he sighed out at this in frustration. "What a joke..." He said, shaking his head as he closed his eyes and kept shaking his head. The memory of when he first obtained this power came back to him, as he faded between the lines of reality and the unconscious world.

+ Some years prior... +

"Subject 105674, we're going to need you to try -not- to die out here." The voice called out, as it made the younger Thunder flinch a little. He glanced towards the glass which behind them held three important looking scientists, all of them all too eager to see how progress would go today. "... Bite me." He said to them, looking forward stubbornly at this. Thunder was currently standing in a completely white room, where several doors all around them held several other test subjects waiting to tear him to shreds. He instinctively felt his body sliding into some sort of stance, his mind preparing for the inevitable as he recalled the other tests he saw. For the past three weeks, he had to witness different people get torn to shreds under the power of the stronger subjects, the ones who were meant to led. Some in particular showed great talent for the Abaddon Rising event. The two red wings that were part of the symbol stood out to him for some reason, he felt drawn towards them for some reason. They were vital, was the meant note he kept to himself. "Alright, testing is about to begin in two minutes and counting. Prepare yourself, 105674." He glanced to the glass again and then to the door in front of him. That door was his only way out of this mess, the only way out of this nightmare, so why? Why did he feel the need to stay and fight? It made no sense... He couldn't fight. He wasn't strong enough to survive. If he was going to die, he would do it with honor. As the thought faded into his subconscious, the red lights appeared, and the curtains had been raised.

The doors were opened, and seven other figures came out. He recalled each face he saw that day, some of them he had sat near eating, others he had seen within the last three weeks survive and still be sent back in. He mentally recalled each name as he saw each facial expression pass by his vision of sight.

{ Ethan Brakinstan. Fifteen years old. Moderate threat level. Classified under the 'Strength' section. Ethan is known for his wild and sudden changes in his emotions, which play a big card when his powers come into effect. He has the power to change a physical part of himself depending on the emotion he is feeling, rage for strength, happy for speed, sad for senses, so on and so forth. Ethan has a kill count of 35. }

"So, I get to fight a nameless kid with six others? Not my thing." Ethan said, his attire consisted of a black cape with a dark red t-shirt and summer shorts. He had blue eyes, pale skin like the rest, blonde hair and several bruises on his arms and hands. No doubt he had been preparing for this moment, for whoever defeated the others would be getting higher praise. "Try to at least give me a challenge, guys! I don't want to have to kill you all too early." His menacing tone made the others realize he was out for blood and nothing less.

{ Herbert Leonard. Thirteen years old. Low standard threat level. Classified under the 'Supernatural' section. Herbert's Scottish accent implies where his origins may be. Herbert is well known for his silent and calm facial expressions, making him appear anti-social to others. Herbert's power appears to be related to skin manipulation, in which he can either make it as soft as jelly or hard as steel. Herbert has enough control over this power to be able to focus it on just one limb. Herbert has a kill count of 12. }

Herbert walked out and kept to himself, getting himself adjusted to the complete whiteness of the room. As the door shut behind him, he crossed his arms over his chest. Like the others, he wore a t-shirt, but his was white. His jeans hid most of his legs, his pale skin obvious, his brown hair and eyes looked too similar to each other in terms of color. Herbert's intentions were to fight and then leave, that was all he had to do here.

"You three, fight! The others will join in at a later time!" Ethan was glad to hear this, for he immediately made his way for Herbert, seeing him as the weaker of the two. His devilish smirk came as he neared his target, pulling his left arm back as his muscles suddenly began to change, increasing to near bodybuilder standards. "So long, weakling!" He cried out, as he sent his fist forward, only for it to stop upon collision with Herbert's right arm. Ethan's brows rose as he pulled his arm back, returning it to normal as he leaped back to gain some distance away from the maniac. Upon closer inspection, Ethan saw Herbert's arm had gained a more metallic look to it. "I don't believe we've been properly introduced." Herbert spoke out, as he clenched his metallic hand. "I'm Herbert, the Second Skin. By the way you look at my arm, you can tell what my powers already are. Don't get comfortable... It'll be the last thing you see today!" Ethan grinned at this and slide into a stance. "I like that idea, I call dibs on taking you out of the picture!" With that, the two charged for one another, with Thunder caught in the middle.

Three fights happened at the same time, only four got to remain standing. Thunder was luckily one of them, as he continued to speed around Herbert's brutal attacks that kept aiming for a vital hit. Ethan lay the ground as his eyes had rolled into the back of his head and blood was leaking out through the right side of his mouth. He had been taken down by purely Herbert, Thunder's powers were still developing as his speed continued to increase with each move. The other two victors were standing over two corpses, the other one had received severe injuries. They both glanced over at the current fight and had decided to team up, both of them charging in as they got the surprise on Herbert by kicking into both his ribs, he only had time to shield one. Staggering backwards, both made use of this as one sent a ball of fire into his chest, while the other one pierced through his shoulders with earth spears. They did the job, the fire ball exploding and sending Herbert flying back, sending him crashing into a wall. He struggled to move and tried with all his might to pull the spears out, but he was stuck and too injured to change his skin to get them out in a proper manner. Now it was two against one, and the odds didn't look good for Thunder.

+ Present day +

~ Abaddon ~

The fight had gotten intense between the Commander and the Shapeshifter. With the Shapeshifter going all out and the Commander only doing half the same, it wasn't looking good. The shapeshifter had an obvious advantage over his prey, as he crashed into the body of the Commander and lifted him off his feet, then stopped midway and sent him flying into a tree, watching it fall over and break into pieces. The Commander rose up on to his feet shakily as he felt his body working in weird ways now, while his opponent merely laughed it all of. "What's wrong, Abaddon Commander? Our last fight, you were in the elite levels. Now you are nothing but rust and a waste of Abaddon's money. I'm going to enjoy every minute of this..." He sharpened his claws as the Commander charged forward, the Shapeshifter quickly swiping across his chest as he then kneed him in the wounds and kicked him into the ground, laughing as he saw the Commander collapse, his wounds growing and his body being revealed more as the fight dragged on. "I seem to recall one of the more feared Abaddon Commanders having more fire in him then this." He then raised his foot over the Commander's head as he quickly sent it down, only for it to hit the ground and shake it slightly. He narrowed his eyes as he was suddenly hit from behind, one of his wings snapping a little in the process as he was sent flying away and into the house, an angry roar emitting from his mouth as the house collapsed down on him, the roar being heard by everyone near by. The Shapeshifter rose up, blasting away the remains of the house off of him as he gritted his teeth at the Commander. "... You just earned a death wish!"

Alex
Alex was still running away deeper into the forest trying to lure Vincent deeper. He stopped for a moment looking back after hearing a big bang from the direction of the house. Alex then started to make a B-line back towards the house wondering what happened. He stumbled back out into the opening only to see that the house had been destory and the Commander and a Shapeshifter fighting."Oh, shit..." he said as he took a step back just watching. "I hope the others are safe."

Yuri

Yuri was to destracted by Reaper to notice that there was a fight going on outside. Suddenly hearing someone crashing into the house he auto-maticly used his power to shield himself from harm, but being knocked down. "Well, looks like another enemy showed up." He siad while getting back up looking around then seeing the wings. Yuri quickly rushed over picking up his sword and then charged at the Shapeshifter. "How dare you pick a fight with are Commander without Challanging his guards!" he said swing his sword at the shapeshifter.

Daytona
He scowled menacingly at the beastly woman. If there was one thing Daytona hated, it was being treated like a child. So what if he technically was one? He'd killed people for the love of God! Didn't that deserve some respect? He clenched his fists angrily. "Who the hell do you think you are, lady? Don't treat me like a fucking kid! I'll kick your ass, you stupid lady!" Daytona yelled at her, determined to get his point across. 

Namie
Namie was hardly paying any attention as the figure morphed into the form of a boy, who looked to be around their age at a glance. Other than that quick observation, she was oblivious to everything except their shifting surroundings. It was a winter scene, and Namie ached with an unwelcome memory of a time that felt like forever ago, when Kenneth had tried explaining Christmas to her. She smiled and let out a small hum of laughter. "But Kenneth," she'd said, barely eight years old at the time. What's up with the tree? And the star? And the presents? I don't get it. It sounds stupid." He'd tried, in vain, to put it into terms a child would understand. Alas, she had been adamant in her belief that Christmas was a load of pointless bullshit. Even to that day, she still wasn't sure what it was all about.

The house vanished in a combination of black and violet darkness, and Namie broke her reverie with a couple blinks. Thunder was being piggybacked and it looked like the group was gearing up to roll out. So, she stuffed her hands in her pockets and looked around one last time, determined not to forget the strange realm.

Rose watched as the blur of darkness turned into a winter's night. the moon shining agnest the brilliant snow. on the hill stood a huge house with a warm light. when thane looked at her feet she saw the grass turn slowly and the snow start to melt. She smield down. it was beautiful but her eyes moved to thunder. He needed help badly. When Thane started to move him Rose followed. She waited for Namie to come with them. She didn't want then to be part anymore. Rose looked around. This was what became, of what abaddon could do. Rose smiled slightly but then her smile faltered. Abaddon had created such a beautiful place yet now all it did was distroy. She hated what they could do. She saw from first hand. She wished she haddn't. Rose walked behind everyone making sure to watch over them. Slowly a plan formed in her mind.

~ In the city the team left, several unseen and unheard fights take place... ~

"Damn, this guy's insane!" One of the rebelling fighters commented, among the three that were currently fighting off against Ethan Brakinstan, who casually walked towards them as the bullets kept passing by him. "What a pain..." The now nineteen year old spoke out, as he extended his right arm. The veins inside of it began to shiver like eels moving as the three stopped and watched this as his arm suddenly started to bulge and expand, the clothing on it surprisingly expanding with him as it soon stopped at body-builder size. "Move it." Ethan spoke, before swinging said arm around and smacking it into the three soldiers, all of them screaming out as they were sent flying several feet away, leaving only trails of blood behind them. Ethan watched them fly away, seeming to furrow his brows at how disappointing the former Abaddon experiences were. His arm returned to normal within just seconds as he could hear the bodies hitting the ground, becoming angry with himself for not killing them off. Ethan had changed drastically in the four years that had passed, the most noticeable of all was his now increase in height by seven inches, his outfit now following a more traditional Abaddon style. The attire was mostly black, he now had a much bigger cape, his black suit had the Abaddon symbol on it, yet his red gloves were the only thing that stood out of the norm. He held up his right arm to his mouth as he pressed what appeared to be a button. "E reporting in from the city site. Found nine remaining rebels trying to flee... They are injured near my position. I will be waiting..." He then pressed another button as he then sat down and crossed his legs, folding his rams over his chest as he closed his eyes and now waited.

"W-why is this guy's body so hard to break?!?" A terrified soldier commented, as he backed away slowly, meanwhile, Herbert Leonard walked forward with his hands in his pockets, his head tilted down. Unlike with Ethan's situation, where bullets hardly hit him, bullets bounced straight off of Ethan's now 300 pound like body. Pulling his hands out of his pockets, his attire consisted of the basic Abaddon get-up - with the exception of his strange yellow hat. "W-wait a minute, that hat! It's... Leonard, the Body of Change!" Another soldier, at this, gave the one who just spoke out a glare. "Someone with a hat like that is seriously Leonard? I thought it was Herbert, the Body Changer? And what kind of --" But he was stopped as Herbert's fist came colliding into his stomach, and upon impact, it knocked him out and sent him rolling two feet. "... It's not nice to interrupt my fight like that. Things like that... Piss me off." He said, as he grabbed the faces of the other two with an iron-like grip. "For that... I have to punish you. I just turned seventeen a while back, ya know... At least try to be polite!" Raising them up off of the ground with relative ease, he then sent them crashing into the ground, which created two small craters under them as they were knocked out from the sheer power Herbert held.

~ Meanwhile... ~

Albert merely growled in response as he kept the car going, hoping they could see him in time to get to it. "I AM NOT STOPPING NOW!" He said to her, hearing the fighting still going on as he flinched, but kept his concentration on the road. "... What a nasty turn of events this got into. I only wished I knew about this, I could of better prepared for it!"