- Underground CompoundAlthough he was glad to have things under way, Grav remained surprised at how fast things went from sneaky to explosive, as if someone turned a literal tension dial from two to eleven. It appeared as though his suggestion to the white one hadn't fallen on deaf ears after all, although the manner in which he carried it out did little to quell the apprehension Grav had towards him. The striped one had introduced himself however, grasping Wilson's hand awkwardly out of no where, resulting in a hasty smile from him out of politeness.
Needless to say, Stretch immediately reacted to the rather brutal attack, slingshotting himself out of the closet in a blur. Followed by the manic girl, zipping her way through sets of henchmen. Unfortunately Grav found himself standing motionless in the closet, stunned into paralysis by the quickly unfolding events. His hesitation dawned on him rather quickly, noticing how odd it was for him to be standing by while his makeshift compatriots began to fight their way to the prize they were here for.
"Okay... uh... what do I do?" The words shot through Grav's head, his reluctant and defeated personality preventing him from acting. At times like this he would have preferred for his
other nature to overwhelm him, at least then he would be able to carry out the operation.
"No, I... I have to do this" he mumbled,
"My future criminal standing depends on it".
With a new and uncharacteristic motivation overcoming him, Grav steadied himself, his eyes focused on the task at hand. Taking a step back. Tightening his muscles. Running one had through his short mess of dark blonde hair, stretching the other at his side.
Shooting from the back of the closet, Grav was now lighter than average, able to bound completely over where Mr White was being assaulted by a barrage of lightening. With his body tightened up and his feet pointing forward, Grav cleared the two who now began to recharge. Falling lightly behind, he wasted no time, swinging his leg across the floor swiftly. Suddenly the air was heavier and with a shift of gravity his leg gained a considerable amount of density, colliding with one of the henchman's poor calves.
Quickly shifting gravity to the same point was something he didn't have fully mastered but had slowly been experimenting with in the last few months, coming in very useful for high activity situations. As the henchman unknowingly fell to the side, his leg no doubt fractured by the sudden force of Grav's moving appendage, he was soon thrown across the room regardless, as he and his team mates found themselves at the mercy of the Gir's unusual,
and colourful, burning power.
Grav took no time to observe the display, as much as he wanted to, taking a breath and again vaulting across the hallway towards the new set of guards that had been highlighted by the thoughts of stretch and the Girl. Wincing and containing his surprise as he rocketed through an incredible show of multicoloured light, Grav neared the group of freshly approaching henchman.
In a flash, he had collided with one of them, taking him off of his feet as he regained his original weight. Finally, impressing even himself, as Grav and the guard spun to the ground, he let loose a smoke grenade from his vest that flew over the guards and exploded into a white cloud in front of them, obscuring their vision.
He and the lone guard slowed and hit against the hallway wall, with Grav placing his hand against his captive's chest, forcing his clothes to weigh as if they were made of iron. As the guard squirmed against the floor he was now effectively glued to, Grav finally came back to reality and took note of what had just occurred.
"Phew"