Rumpelstiltskin

"None of us choose our destiny. And none of us can defy it." ~ Artakha ~ Rumpelstiltskin

IC: (Loadstone) Loadstone shifted his weight backwards, shielding himself from the ice needles with his magnaboard. He blasted electricity back toward Triple-Helix's crazy form, but she was gone by the time Skyra's wind currents parted the blizzard. Where do they find these people? he thought to himself as his gaze swept the chamber, looking for the telltale blur. There! Epsilon was tackling her, but she made short work of him before shifting and launching an attack at Skyra. With a wave of his arm, Loadstone brought one of the inactive machines between Skrya and the fireball, absorbing the attack and giving the aerokinetic a chance to retaliate. He scanned the room again, looking for anything that they could use to gain an advantage over the shapeshifting scientist. His eyes were drawn to the giant cylinder that Danielle was floating in, and more importantly the bubbling blue liquid within. Liquid that could be useful for quenching a pyromaniac, or tripping up someone with superhuman speed... Loadstone began to formulate a plan, wishing that they hadn't been separated from Mystic so that he could coordinate it without alerting Triple-Helix. He sped around the room, hunting for Ultionis while magnetically hefting a machine and hurling it toward Triple-Helix. At least, in her direction; it was intended to fly over her shoulder and strike the cylinder, hopefully cracking it and causing the liquid to spill out onto her. If he could get Ultionis to Danielle, he'd have the supersoldier try to smuggle her out of harms way while the other Heroes held off eccentric Coalition member. ~ Rumpelstiltskin

IC: (Loadstone) X-Calibur's yell alerted Loadstone to the fact that something was going on; subjecting one of the Quads to a voltage lethal to a human but probably only debilitating to the mutant, he scanned his surroundings. Triple-Helix was missing; he had a feeling she'd shifted form again. A slight tinkling in the air, a flash of light reflecting off of a crystalline substance, alerted him to the ice needles. A sense of normalcy descended upon him; his first months training with his powers had been against his brother. Cryokinesis was a power he felt comfortable facing. Though he was far from a contortionist, Loadstone was far more limber and capable of bending himself than the average person - with the way he enjoyed all manner of convoluted flight patterns on his magnaboard, he often had to hold his body at strange angles to remain upright on the shifting piece of metal. The spray of needles was at chest level on him, approaching too fast to duck underneath them. Magnetically calling for his magnaboard, Loadstone bent himself backwards, keeping his feet planted and bending at the knees, arms back to catch himself on the floor should he lose his balance. The spray of needles flew over his chest, passing harmlessly through the space he had just occupied. Deciding to show off, he planted his hands on the floor, flipping himself backwards into a handstand as the magnaboard flew towards him. The metallic soles of his boots clicked onto the board as it passed, flipping over and righting the hero in mid-flight. Loadstone crouched as he regained his balance, studying the room as he retreated to a safer height for a better vantage point. The blur that was Triple-Helix would have been indistinguishable to anyone without his enhanced sight; you were likely to miss her in a blink or imagine her some trick of the light, something seen only in the corner of your eye. He traced her around the room several times before determining her next path and magnetically tipped one of the nearby machines onto its side, obstructing her apparent path in what he hoped was too little time for her to see what he had done and change direction. With super speed, you could never be sure... ~ Rumpelstiltskin

OOC: *tumbleweed rolls by* IC: (Loadstone) The effort of siphoning air out of such a large space and keeping it out was exhausting, and Skyra wasn't sure how long he could hold onto the barrier. He tentatively shrank the vacuum, keeping it around Triple-Helix's general area but easing the stress on his mind. With a muffled thwack, a man-sized hunk of metal hurtled into X-Calibur's Quad, causing it to stumble backwards away from the Hero. The magnaboard hovered back from the Quad, then slammed into it again. Loadstone, now at ground-level with the other combatants, caught X-Calibur's glance and nodded toward where his Energy Machete had fallen. Then he returned his attention to the Quads, assaulting X-Calibur's with the magnaboard and the one Skyra had been fighting with blasts of electricity that had it writhing on the floor with uncontrollable muscle spasms. OOC: Hurray for defeating writer's block! ~ Rumpelstiltskin

IC: (Loadstone) "Where's Jason when you need him?" Loadstone muttered angrily, zipping across the room toward where the others were fighting. "Yo, Skyra!" he called out. "I don't fancy being turned into barbecue! Trade-off!" A surge of electricity coupled with the floor buckling underneath the Quad that Skyra was fighting blasted the creature off its feet. "Fire needs oxygen, right? Make some vacuums or something!" Nodding, Skyra turned his attention to Triple-Helix. His brow furrowed, and the Villainess' tornado of fire was suddenly sheared off as it encountered a void in the air with nothing for it to burn. That void pushed toward her, extinguishing the flames at it went... ~ Rumpelstiltskin

IC: (Loadstone) With few options of dodging, Loadstone crouched against the magnaboard and flipped backwards, using the metal as a shield against the molten rain. The board absorbed the brunt of the attack, but seemed to "slip" slightly in midair, dropping downwards a foot or two as the heat lessened the effects of the magnetism holding it aloft. As his counterattack, Loadstone tipped the magnaboard forward again - partially using his weight to move it - and let loose with a barrage of electric bolts hurled both at Triple-Helix and the area surrounding her. ~ Rumpelstiltskin

IC: (Loadstone) "Oh sh..." was all Loadstone managed to say before yanking the magnaboard downwards, narrowly avoiding the fireball as it flew inches past his spiked hair. The moniker "Triple-Helix" suddenly took on a whole new meaning; did she have a third appearance/personality/ability? He sure didn't have any resistance to fire, at any rate. He lashed out towards the dented machine she had attempted to throw at him earlier and magnetically heaved it sideways, the metal screeching along the floor as it moved. ~ Rumpelstiltskin

IC: (Loadstone) As far as Loadstone understood his powers, the mutation he had suffered at the Solanum Corporation had rendered him completely immune to electricity. He'd done some experimenting in the aftermath of the invasion, and had come to the conclusion that he was now a walking generator; he could generate large quantities of bioelectricity and manipulate it via his magnetic fields, creating the illusion of electrokinesis. His body was capable now of withstanding extremely high voltages, and when he came in contact with exterior sources of electricity he either absorbed them or dissipated them, no conscious effort required. In other words, aimless bolts of electricity held no fear for him. He was intrigued by what Triple-Helix had said about the new leaders, emphasis on the plural. As far as he knew, no one in the League had any intelligence on who had managed to revive the Coalition; with Midnight gone, the power vacuum could have sucked in any number of veteran Coalition members. If the Coalition had more than one leader, it would be even harder to bring down. Did the founders (sans Dr. Danger) join forces again to reunite the Coalition? They hadn't openly led the Coalition in a decade; Danger had become both the face and brain of the Coalition after the League had been founded. Or did a number of Villains decide to form some sort of council, brainstorming new schemes in a think tank and leading the Coalition by popular vote? One of the blasts hit him in his pondering, and he was brought back to the present. His enhanced eyesight was useless with this smoke, and his hearing was still slightly impaired from earlier, so there was no chance of locating Triple-Helix the conventional way. Forming a ball of electricity in his hand, he lobbed it toward where he thought the source of the bolts was, given their random angles and various trajectories. Before it had gone a yard he began forming another one, this one aimed farther to the left, and then another to the right. ~ Rumpelstiltskin

IC: (Loadstone) "Whoah," Loadstone muttered, eyes widening as Triple-Helix showed off her superstrength. He threw his arms out again, catching the machine with magnetic fields until it hovered motionless in midair. "Do you not see the floating metal surfboard?" he called through gritted teeth, yanking one hand back while pushing the other forward. The machine hurtled back toward the Villainess, spinning wildly as it did. "A for effort, though." ~ Rumpelstiltskin

OOC: *rofl* IC: (Loadstone) The sane reaction when a blast of electricity is hurtling toward you is to try to dodge it. Loadstone never budged. The electricity hit him square in the chest, crackling across his shoulders and arms as his body naturally dissipated it. He sighed rather ostentatiously, then shook his head. "Like I said," Loadstone said in a disappointed voice, "pathetic." He threw his hand out toward Triple-Helix, much as she had just done to him, purple electricity crackling from his fingertips Emperor Palpatine-style. He was careful to aim toward the Villainess' feet; he didn't dare short out any of the equipment yet, not while Danielle was still attached to it. Hopefully he could drive Triple-Helix away from the machine and buy the others enough time to rescue the kid. He'd probably fare better against Triple-Helix than the others would with the Quads. ~ Rumpelstiltskin