Black and White (Me and Juney)

Hopefully this guy bathed sometime in the past week or so; that would account for some of the things wrong with the current course that they set out upon. Motion from the lunging actions forced Bliss to constantly make adjustments to hold on. If not for the absolute necessity of discovering the course of events that threatened her she would never agree, little much think of, riding a large vagrant.

Blocks disappeared behind them with every leap that he took. He moved at a slower speed than she imagined he would move with, but bypassing traffic lights and roadside detours more than made up for the difference. Bliss kept her hands wrapped tightly around him to keep her safe from falling. Every time they reached the apex of a building, Bliss would squirm around to readjust her holdings on the man, better to fall off on a building and plummet five feet than over an alleyway.

The time for night to turn to day still rested on the outset of several hours. Witches rarely ran by standard time that dictated night to end at 11:59; by all accounts the witches would operate in a window that ended when the sun rose. Bliss began to think about what occurred with Blacklight; she did not have anyone else in the building, only Bliss. She mentioned that the witch would try to go after others, but she only got Bliss. If She could know that the witch would run out of time with no resources to perform her ritual it would make it easier to merely hide away and wait til dawn to claim victory through good nights sleep. A good nights sleep looked much better than holding onto the back of some primal beast with a base intelligence somewhere in the simian range.

"We're going to take sometime to get to those sirens, so in the meantime, let's discuss proper noun-verb placement." Oh Bliss would follow on that promise.

After the long, uncomfortable trek across town the prime suspect for the police looked like a chemical plant. Not a bad assumption given the history of madness that surrounded science and power. No rooftop door existed, so the roof access needed to come from a ladder of sorts. Just to the side of the building Bliss found her way in. Bliss jumped down from the back of Gwharr and made her way to the ladder leading down to the alley access. Bliss hopped onto the ladder to gain a better vantage point of the side of the building. A few windows dotted the window giving Bliss her way in.

"I'll go in through a window and look around. You try and find a way in and meet up with me in there. Okay?"

Not taking the subtle way into the building caused the police on the ground to put up more of an alert. While this looked like it would work against them, it gave the ill-fated Captain Wombat more time before the police sent him to his death. Bliss conjured a platform of ice that tilted upwards to keep her from slipping when she stepped out and began to move towards the window. She kept her back against the wall while side stepping the ten feet that she needed to get to the window and make her entrance. Instead of freezing the window and punching through, Bliss decided to skip the middle man and simply freeze her fist and punch through the window. Glass shattered, but Bliss kept her hand from receiving any major gashes from the entry. Overall a success. Once the glass broke an alarm sounded through the building. Something wrong at the chemical plant was old news now she guessed.

Bliss slipped her non-frozen hand in and unlocked the window; with the poor leverage she stood upon, and the lack of stability she felt under her feet, Bliss began to move a layer of ice into the bottom of the window, roughly an inch away from the corner. The ice began to grow in size and as it grew the window pushed away from the sill. Once she gained her entrance Bliss slipped through the window and made her way through the alarm screeching halls.

She came into a chemical mixing room where she saw the figure of someone dangling over a vat of chemicals. A poor way for anyone to go out really. The stomp of police at the door brought Bliss's attention to the rope that sealed a certain doom for the Wombat. Bliss placed her foot against the railing and leaped forward to the vat that Wombat dangled over. Her feet fell hard on a thick layer of ice she made up.

Bursting into the chemical lab with a resolved fervor, the police barked threats at the girl who just did more to save a life that either of them. Wombat fell hard onto the icy platform that kept him from his death. To shield them from any legal problems, ice grew from the edges of the vat to pillar upwards of ten feet. It bought them a little time while Bliss began to formulate a plan. In her predicament searching the building for any traces of this witch would come with quite some hassle, but she did just acquire a first hand source of information. Feeling sorry for the poor guy who looked like a homemade hero, and knowing how uncomfortable tape can feel over your mouth, Bliss did the guy a favor and ripped the several pieces off with one quick pull. Cellophane could take sometime to break, but not particularly when frozen. Bliss ran a long line of ice down the middle of the cellophane bindings so that when Wombat tried to break free he would find it much easier.

"I'm Bliss. I'll be rescuing you today. Let me just get my caveman and we'll be on our way."

Gwharr rushed across the roofs as fast as he was able, enjoying the wind in his thick, glossy mane of black hair and the way his limbs felt as he rushed forward, the way adrenaline started to surge through him as he mentally prepared himself for the upcomming battle. Even though it was a rather long way to the place they would be going Gwharr did not slow down. He had enough stamina to keep going at this speed for days if he needed to. He could probably take greater leaps and more tumbling, however, he was feeling the girl holding on to him with all her strength and therefore decided to make his leaps short and precise. They ran in the same pack for now, and it would not be prudent for one to needlessly risk the life of his pack-mate for something as trivial as a few extra leaps just to enjoy the wind.

He enjoyed this. Not the exact situation, carrying a girl on his back like some sort of squirming, fleshy backpack with a snarky attitude. However, he enjoyed the fact that he was (even if he was aware it was quite temporary) in a pack, working together with others to bring down a prey. It felt good in some primal way, It felt somehow as if this was how things were meant to be. His thoughts where briefly interrupted by the woman on his back having opinions on the rather folksy, lovable way he spoke, but the comment just brought a smile to his lips. He got the feeling she wasn't really making fun of him per se. He gave a quick chuckle at the comment

"To think verbs stupid. To beat 'em up if they troublesome" Gwharr said, his deep voice perfectly audible despite the strong, almost howling wind up here. Although, at the time they where almost as the scene, as Gwharr could already make out the red and blue glows from the police-sirens reflected on the windows of a building around threehundred feet away. With a quick rush ending in a long leap, landing at the roof, and then halting. Now they where on the roof of the building. Apparantly this was it. He squatted down, so that the smaller girl could drop off his back without much trouble, letting him do so before rising back up. The woman slipped away, telling him to find his own way in. . . Now, where could a suitable way in be?

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Inside the chemical plant Captain Wombat was trying desperately not to think about the acidic chemicals that where currently bubbling away underneath of him. He did his best not to think about the sharp, sour scent that stung the insides of his nostril and was so strong it gave him a sour taste in his mouth. He did his best not to think about the extra pounds he had been putting on lately and the fact that the cellophane wasn't known to be all that durable. He had been meaning to go on a diet, but he couldn't really pass up his wife's special spaghetti bolognese, now could he? After all, it was his favourite course. If it was just him, he would go on a diet, but his poor wife would be worried that he'd be starving himself, right? Wrong! His wife would definately understand, the only reason, the only real reason he did not go on a diet was that he liked food to much, and that he was stuck in his tracks. Captain Wombat was a creature of habit, and most of his habits were bad for him.

Like being a superhero for instance.

When he saw the small, blackish shape in the window, he felt his heart miss a beat, as he thought that it was the witch who had came back to kill him off for real this time. However, as he tilted his head backwards so that he could get a good glimpse offa her through his (reinforced, to resist beatings) spectacles he saw that it was not the witch at all, but rather a completely different woman. He sighed in relief. He could feel his 'Wombat-sense' tingling in his ear. as she entered the building. It annoyed him greatly since he couldn't really do anything about it at the current. The Wombat-sense wasn't really a sense, it was a small device built into his mask to track the presence of cellphones. He had designed the device to make his job of calling the police easier, unless his own, patented wombat-phone ran out of batteries or got smashed by a crook.

"Uuuuh, Hi. A little help?" Captain Wombat said, trying to sound like a dashing, swashbuckling hero, but sounded more like a nervous librarian trapped under a bookshelf. The woman approached him, telling him that he was just about to be rescued.

"Oh thank god, You can't believe how horrible this has. . . wait, what was this about a caveman?" he asked sheepishly, and then a great crash was heard above, as a great big man looking like a mix between a hobo and a partially shaved gorilla, but much, much bigger. Captain Wombat could not help but to let out a small, rather vermin-like squeak as the behemoth landed, only a few feet away from the pair. "Oh. . . that caveman."
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Up above on the roof Gwharr had been looking for a way in. It was extraordinarily dull, bothersome and boring to have to look for an entrance, the easily bored caveman had finally decided to give up his search for an Entrance and simply make one. And if his tempoarary teammate had a problem with that, he would tell here where she could shove it! He lifted his massive, oversized hands over his head, smashing a cavemansized hole in the roof, perfect for making a dramatic entrance. The caveman leapt into the roof, landing on the floor, creating a small crater in the floor. The room was empty apart from his companion and a rather mousy looking man in some sort of a bat-suit, hanging over some sort of sciency sludge, wrapped in something that was obviously technological.

"To make way in, then find way I make." Gwharr said, just in case the woman would have some opinions on the way he had managed to get into the building. After all, he may be stupid, but that didn't mean he did not know how to find a loophole in orders given to him.

While Bliss worked on her hero devices while true bravado crashed through the ceiling. Thundering force slammed next to the vat shaking the base of her ice platform. Cracks began to running through the ice diverting Bliss's attention from the poor man to the breaking ice. Filling the cracking ice would cause the ice to splinter at a more alarming rate and send the two of them into the waiting arms of the acidic chemicals below. Bliss grabbed the complaining damsel in distress and pulled him away from the splintering ice block that collapsed into the acid. In a matter of seconds the large ice sheet disappeared into the gnawing teeth of the liquid predator. Her actions of forcibly moving the pot bellied man weighed heavily upon her actions of departure. The tall brim that shielded the two from the oncoming cops now held them in from escaping.

Shock and panic rang out through the police who barged in, whether it came from not wanting to have to dig two bodies out of a vat of acid or the shock from seeing the caveman was-- what was she thinking, of course it came from seeing the caveman. Instead of taking action that would act belligerently towards the large superhero, the police officers took to their radio devices asking for instructions. A lull, that was anything other than peaceful, sat in the air until the order to pull back until they knew how to deal with this situation came.

Departing police helped Bliss is the long term, but she needed to survive to make it to the long term. Around the brim barrier remained strong, but lacked solid balance. Bliss filled her fist with ice and began to ship a small crevice into the side of the barrier and refilled it with ice. As she expected with the floor, the floor wall fractured at the bottom. Spider cracks ran through the sides and Bliss only needed to throw something through the wall for them to escape. Bliss grabbed the collar of the hapless superhero and brought him close to her. She delivered an impassioned kiss to his mouth before pressing her hand to her chest. The kiss was to divert his attention from what she planned on doing with her hand. Ice shot forth from her hand and into the Wombat's chest with more than enough force to send him through the ice wall.

With her exit procured Bliss jumped down from lid of the vat and looked to the caveman. A poorly worded response came from the caveman explaining his course of action. "This is why we can't have nice things." Bliss looked around at the awkward situation they succeeded in procuring for themselves. "I'm guessing that witch didn't stick around much longer than sticking this guy up there to cause a lot of paperwork as an interesting homicide." Bliss turned to Gwharr. "Homicide is killing people."

Before leaving Wombat to dangle to his death, the witch used some sort of trance inducing spell to incapacitate Shadow Stitch. "We've got to make a stop to pick up someone important and I don't need any lip out of you." With a sultry coldness the witch threw the woman over her shoulder with an uncanny strength. "It's so hard finding the perfect spot, let alone getting all of your friends to show up on time. Sorry I couldn't take you with me, but I think having a little speed will make better dolls than what you can offer." With that the witch vacated the building through a backdoor that led to the alleyway. Leaving Wombat to his fate.

"We should get somewhere safe to think out our next few moves against this witch." Commotion still sounded out from behind the doors. Hopefully the police still needed backup to fully surround the building, but then again she did have a new addition that could leap buildings. "Okay Captain Caveman, lets take this guy and get out of here."

Captain wombat could feel his spirits rise as the young woman worked her heroic magic to free him from the ice, even though gargantuan caveman she had brought along scared him for a bit he was happy that the two of them had arrived. The Big brutal ape-like man obviously had some degree of superstrength and invulnerability to make the entrance he had just done, and the woman was probably even more powerfull judging with the seemingly effortless way she created ice from her bare hands. The way she had instinctively rushed to his rescue, quickly and efficiently suggested she wasn't new at this either, she was a pro. A real superhero. This pair of supers where obviously in a Figurative (For Bliss at least) superheroic weight-class so far above his own that he could not see it with a pair of binoculars from where he was standing. In a way it felt comforting.

However, his buyoued spirits took a nose-dive as he noticed a cracking sound, looked down and saw that the ice was cracking! He looked at the cracks, following them to its obvious source. The small crater in wich a rather daft-looking caveman had plummeted down. He cursed under his breath. He wanted to puff his chest up and tell that buffoon of a caveman what a buffoon he was. That he was a peabrained fathead and that he should go back to the jurassic era where he belonged, together with all the other dinosaurs. However, he did not say this. Partly because he was too nervous to say anything coherent right now, and partially because the caveman was superstrong, had big, bulging muscles and outweight him with at least sevenhundred and fifty pounds.

Instead he prayed to whatever gods that where listening that they wouldn't let him fall int othe acid. That some miracle would save him in the last minute somehow, and that it would be really crappy of them to send a pair of superheroes to raise his spirits just to have him fall into the acid anyways. I mean, Come on! The squat little pudgy man thought that his prayers had been answered as the doors suddenly slammed open and a few cops stood in the doorway, looking at the three heroes inside, pointing guns at them. Or rather, pointing guns at the caveman. Captain Wombat could recognize at least two of them. One of them was called Ollie and the other Toby. They used to go bowling.

However, the sight of the caveman caused the police-officers to stop dead in their tracks, and the sargeants to ask for instructions by radio. The cowards! Why wouldn't they save him! "By Boggity, I'm going to die!" The captain said, as the realization dawned upon him. "I wish I'd taken an extra helping of spaghetti bolognese!" he continued, shutting his eyes tightly, waiting for the end. He expected they'd put this in the paper. Too bad he wouldn't be alive to be able to read it.

Captain wombat may have shut his eyes, but he could not shut his ears, and he could hear the crackling of the ice, the sizzling of the acid, and the incomprehensible sound of his own doom aproaching. However his thoughts of gloom and doom where unsuspectedly interupted by the small superhero-woman grabbing him and pulling him into a tight embrace, kissing him passionatly. The Astonished captain forgot about his wife in an instant, but not out of attraction, mostly out of bafflement. He was squat and rather portly, and not a single strange woman had pulled him into a passionate kiss like this in his entire 34 years long life. He was just beginning to enjoy it, when the attractive woman suddenly pushed him away with enough force to send him falling. Captain sure was braver than the average man, but at this point he just closed eyes and wished everything was over. . .

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Ghwarr had been watching what had been going on, but had not dare to interfere. Sure, the acid might not do anything to him, but if he interfered his weight would put the other two in jeapordy, and a good packmate did not endanger his packmates. Besides, the little eastern-looking women seemed to have a plan. She was a clever one, so she'd probably be able to figure something out. It was kind of her best superpower, even better than the ice-thing. Ice was stupid anyways, it broke to easily.

And right enough he was! Gwharr grinned happily applauding as Bliss had apparantly pushed her newly made, rotund friend off the platform and leaping down after him, effectively saving both their asses. Our primitive caveman should have felt sheepish and maybe even a tad ashamed, but he was simply too happy for the pair to have survive to feel anything else than sheer releif that the pair of little frail humans had made it through alive. He grinned at Bliss as she leapt down, patting her shoulder lightly to show her his apreciation. He wasn't all that good with words, so it was probably the best way. His smile widened a bit when she told him that this was the reason they could not have nice thing. It tickled his funnybone for some reason. "Stupid science-water not that nice anyway." he said with a slight chuckle. . .

Also, apparantly homicide meant killing people. Who knew?

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Captain Wombat was slowly getting to his feet, his head rushing with thoughs and his body shivering. He had not expected bo still be alive after all hat. His body felt like one big bruise, but he'd be alright in a hour or two. It was his only superpower, but it served his methods of fighting crime very well. Heck, without them he would probably have ended up in a wheelchair decades ago. "By Boggity, I'm still alive!" The shocked captain murmured, as if to cement the fact in his own blane, wich was still busy imagining how his funeral might look from space, and wondering if they would make a posthumous article about his heroic exploits in the newspaper. He doubted it. His heroic resume looked very much like the match-records of a failed boxer, stating where he was and how bady he had been beating up, rather than mentioning the villanous plots he had stopped. However, the comments about the witch made him cringe. It all came rushing back to him now.

"Uh, excuse me, hello. . ." he said as he limped towards the pair on unsteady legs, his arms held slightly away from his body to avoid touching his bruised side and what was probably a cracked rib. "But the witch held me and another hero here for quite sometime. Stitchy-something-or-other I think her name was. She left barely a minute before you arrived, saying she had someone important to pick up. Or something like that, anyway." he said rather meekly. . .

It would be a lie to say that Captain Wombat was not excited by the prospect of being brought along to prepare to fight a proper supervillainess, but right now he'd much rather take the buss back home, throw the suit in the bin and eat spaghetti bolognese untill he threw up, but he figured he wouldn't have much say in the matter. After all the pair had saved him, haven't they? And he would lie if he did not look forward spending some time with the asian woman who had saved him. He loved his wife, but he'd be Damned if he passed up another chanced to get kissed like that again. She would make a good black cat to his spiderman, but even though spiderman enjoyed the teasing, he still went home to mary jane (or in this case, his wife.)
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Gwharr nodded as Bliss gave the order of their departure. He quickly grabbed ahold of the little, nervous rodent-man, despite his meek protest and threw him up on his back, and then did the same to bliss, letting her instruct the man how to hold on to him. They would probably be fine. With a loud roar followed by his newly-found battlecry of "CAPTAIN CAVEMAaAaAaAN! He left the ground, leaping back up through the room from whence he had once came, once more leaping across the roofs, whilst the policemen and civilians looked on in total awe from below. Oh yeah, he could get used to being captain caveman!

"Oh god." Bliss felt herself lifted first from the ground, and then to the large gaping hole in the ceiling. "So, I didn't catch your name. What's with the get up?" Talking while a large caveman jumps from building to building seemed like a good way to get information out of someone. "Let's head back to the where Sarah was operating out of. We need to look for her to see if she knows anything." Keeping around a large accomplish who could carry her off sounded like a good proposition and even in spite of how bad the feeling of jumping gave her vertigo, she could get used to this efficient of travel. Anything to keep her from needing to bump elbows with the common men that clogged up the streets with poor driving and senseless diversion of attention to the details around them. No, she traveled with a caveman who spoke like a three year old who wanted everyone to know exactly what he thought of things. Still, she knew people with less interesting things to talk about, so this really gave her current crew a big bonus over the others she accustomed herself to.

A distinct smell hung in the air. It permeated the room in a sterility that reeked of absolute stench of bad intentions. A taste hung in Sarah's mouth that associated its origin to that of whatever smell hung around. She rolled her head to the side of her shoulder, but felt her body remain in place. No amount of struggling could cause her arms to move away from her body. Through a sharpening spectrum on her blurry eye sight she gazed down to survey her hands and ankles wrapped in several layers of black duct tape. Those hands could not break away from the wrapping of several rounds of tape that surrounded her lower torso. It would only take a few inches to get her hands free, but large width of the cellophane kept her arms and legs secured. She rolled onto her back to see a slender figure draped in black walked over to Sarah. "You're in luck."

"Who are you?" The reluctant blonde pushed her arms against to try the durability of the cellophane. It held.

"You're very inquisitive. It must make up for the lack of movement and powers."

"You what?" Sarah tried to control the lights and shadow around her, but her mental powers fell short.

"That's not important though..."The witch took great joy in this part of the deal. Even though she needed more elements for her plan to work she felt that taking time in this aspect would do her good. "You're still alive because of how lucky you are. I need three superpowered people to transfer powers over. I take the powers of three superhumans and then channel them into a new form."

"What new form?" Sarah tried holding herself up, but fell back. "What's..." Her words stalled as she gazed at the area around her. Rune marks littered the floor in a geometric design. A triangle inside of a circle. "What is this?"

"This is the beginning, and you are the end. But I'm in a pickle you see. I need three superhumans to complete this ritual. I only have two. I would've had three, but I left one behind to have his head dipped in acid." She smiled at the thought. "It wasn't for naught though. I placed a marking on his back and when his life force extinguishes I will gain the small amount of regeneration he has."

"Why are you doing this elaborate ploy then?"

"Ploy? This is more than just healing a few wounds for me. When I have three people with powers beyond that of humans I will become one with the force that flows in the extra spectral realm you possess." She walked over to where she kept Shadow Stitch in the same conditions that Sarah found herself in. "I become one with the ancient force that flows through you. This is not for powers; this is for the knowledge of cosmos. I want the power of forbidden knowledge." She placed her hands and pulled an unconscious Shadow Stitch into a supported sitting position. "You and your sister will help me with that."

Leaping from rooftop with the soft, fresh win in his hair, and the feeling of emptiness above him was awesome! It made him feel like it was like this it should be somehow.That this is where he should be at this time, and whatever he was doing was what he supposed to be doing. A rather strange feeling that suggested that everything was going according to the plan of whatever divine thingamajigger that planned what aught to happen. He felt rather good about the whole situation, despite having two of the thinlings clinging onto his back. Their added weight didn't slow him down much, but he had to use slightly more force when jumping than usual, but since he was uncertain of exactly how much, he decided he'd rather use a wee bit too much than a too little, since that would mean crashing into a wall or falling down into an alleyway below.

Sure, he could survive something like that no problem, but he was uncertain if his passengers could. He would miss them if they died. Well, he would miss the woman. The little fat one was pretty much pointless anyway. He wasn't a member of the pack in the same way she was. He was there only because she had brought him, and no matter how much he dissaproved of this, he had to trust she knew what she was doing. After all, he had joined up with her partly because of her big shiny brain, so she could do the thinking and puzzles, leaving the fun stuff for him, and it would be kind of pointless to have a big brain along, if he was just going to second-guess her decisions anyway.

He heard a muffled gurgle from back there. Someone was not holding up way with their transportation it seemed. Apparantly their new passenger was something of a softie. it would seem need to have a few words with his packmate about letting this pointless fellow tag along anyhow. If he was going to put up with his queasyness, he wanted to know why, and he also needed to make sure the little rodent didn't barf all over his god darned coat! Gwharr was not an evil man, but he was definately not above making life just a little harder for your fellow man on occasion, just because he could. It was why he decided to make the ride even a bit bumpier, just for the heck of it! "To know if barf on G. . . Captain Caveman's coat, Captain caveman forcefeed you you's own limbs" the big brute said in a conversational manner, no malice in his voice just whatsoever. Just casually stating a fact.

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Captain Wombat made a shrill, all but unhearable squeaky sound as the trio shot up through the hole, landing on the roof. He had never guessed flying would be such a nuisance. . . He had always pictured it as a sort of romantic excersize when you just casually moved through the air, and it would feel sort of like when you where in your bed, with a really good view. However, he realized now he'd been wrong. He could hear the wind howl in his ears, he could feel it tug on his home-made, patched up cape and he could feel it in his eyes, despite the thick glasses, and it made them water. This whole buisness wasn't all what it was cracked up to be. He clenched his eyes shut and pretended he was at home, and his grip around the caveman's neck tightnened. He mustn't fal!

And then the asian woman spoke. Oh god, how could she bother with wondering about his get-up at a time like this!? They where traveling through the air on the back of a massive creature that was presumably not supposed to exist, and from what he had seen of it thus far The so called Caveman was a superstrong klutz, able to survive his own oopsies only because of his apparant invulnerability. Also, he seemed to be dangerously thick. Heck, there were probably cabbages that could give this guy a run for his money when it came to brains.

"I'm, er. . . I'm Captain Wombat. although I'm more of a small-time hero. Made most of my things myself. Not in the league of you and er, the other Captain" he said, trying to ignore the way his stomach was doing somerasults down somewhere amongst his entrails. However, the constant bouncing, dizzying heights and the way they where thrown here and there finally took their tolls on him, and he could feel his gut tighten the way it did when you where about to hurtl. . . He didn't though, and that was lucky, judging by the way that Captain Caveman threatened that his limbs would be his next dinner if he did. The threat wasn't all that scary in itself. It was normally too over the top to actually be carried through, However, the casual, "matter of factly" way the caveman suggested it was a fairly ordinary day to him. Like this might be the life altering day he lost his limbs to cpt.Wombat, but to Cpt. Caveman it would just be 'tuesday'

"He, uh. . . He won't really rip my limbs off, will he?" Captain Wombat asked his traveling-companion, a queasy smile on his lips, trying to keep up a good mood and a happy facade to prevent her to see what a failure of a loser he really was.

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Gwharr grunted in confirmation as Bliss asked him to turn back to their point of origin. The place they had fought the shadow-light villainess who tried to catch them to prevent them from being caught. . . blaaah! Too confusing! The shadow-light villainess was stupid, the evil witch was stupid and the stupid vat of stupid sciency stuff was stupid! Why couldn't they just keep things simple anymore!? Gwharr could not help but to let out a frustrated whimper. He definately did not approve of this!

It did not take the trio long to reach their point of origin and the place of their first boss-encounter. At first glance nothing looked different, but they would have to go inside too. . .

Only a few empty clues littered the building where Gwharr and Bliss faced off against their adversary. A large pool of water sat heavily in the middle of the room; Bliss bent down to examine what trace amounts of her power Sarah left behind. "That dumb bitch left. I hope we aren't fucked on finding this witch." While Bliss turned back to let useful new companion know what she found, she could not help but notice a lack of foot prints. If Sarah broke out of this ice block she would need to step her way around to wherever she went, but instead of any trace evidence, Bliss could only see the carpeted floor.

"Wombat, we need to figure out where Sarah went. She was in an ice block where I left her, but now, well you can put that together. Can you give me any clues?" While still in her crouched position Bliss began to lower the temperature around the water. As one would expect the large puddle quickly solidified, but Bliss gained her next clue. A trail of two streaks dragged off to the end of the wall. The amount of water she froze over became less and less, but it gave her a direction in which she needed to examine. "Either she's really good at moonkwalking or someone dragged her off."

Wombat said he worked as a DIY hero, but he probably lost all of his gadgets when that witch hung him out to dry. Still, that made him more useful that Gwharr in this situation. "Okay Captain Caveman, I need you to tell me if you understand what I'm saying, because if you understand what I'm saying that it can't be as outlier as I think." Rising to her feet, Bliss began to ramble off her recollection of the plan. "A witch came to town, so then Sarah decided to kidnap the people the witch wanted. So, the witch started by grabbing the girl who Wombat was with and then came her because she thought I would be here." Hopefully the dimwitted caveman would follow and take the enlightenment of Bliss's words, but hopefully he would just hear words and know how to speak better by hearing them. "Any ideas on where we go next Wombat?"

All the witch needed was one more superhero. Maybe her sacrifice of the ill-fated fat man came too hasty. She garnered the speedster that she wanted, and even though she failed to capture the Chinese shadow manipulator she wanted she managed to grab someone who could manipulate shadow and light. But, her senses pointed her to knowing that the ice powered hero would be in the location that she captured Sarah. Something odd happened, something that happened to hamper her senses. She thought back to all that she learned from warding and runes, but nothing could explain how prediction of proximity could go off like that.

No matter. The shadow and light manipulator served as a fill in for Bliss, and now she just needed to wait for the arrival of the third superhuman for her ritual. The path to the ritual area would hold no limitations to usher in their arrival, and the sparse inhabitants of the medical basement made for an unholy testament to her subtlety.

Captain Caveman felt rather good as he walked through the smashed-apart alleyway. Sure, he had gotten poked with stabby things as well as impaled with pointy things, something would normally cause rather bad memories, but this place was also the site of one of his victories over the shadow-light girl. He could not help but to smile at the memory. Sure, she might have hurt him, but he didn't stay hurt for long. However, he had also managed to hurt her. Hurt her enough to even make sure she stayed down for long enough for his newfound friend to freeze her, just like Darth Vader had done with Han Solo. The brute ambled into the buildings, whilst watching the many cracks and the occasional crater that now decorated the alleyway. If he had ever doubted his level of awesome, he would now have all doubt washed from his teeny tiny little head.

This little event was the reason that Gwharr looked particurlarly smug when he entered the building. In fact, his smugness was so great that any and all who looked at the self-satisfied caveman would experience dizzyness and nausea. Gwharr noticed the pool of water pretty much at the same time as Bliss did, but he assumed it meant that the ice had merely melted, as it was known to do in temperatures warmer than. . . Whatever temperatures ice thrived in. Captain Caveman had never bothered to learn to read a thermometer. If you needed a device to tell you if you where freezing or sweating, then you where apprantly so thick, your cranium consisted of bone all the way through.

Anyways, if the ice melted then the shadow-light bitch would have been free to amble out of here in her annoyingly smug way. Captain Caveman figured he would try to punch her repeatedly if they ever met again, but decided to leave it at that. However, he had to admit there was something wrong here. If she would have had wet feet, there would be footprints, but there wher enone- Instead there where trails of someone being dragged away, although he could not tell wether this was voulentarily or not, but he assumed it was not. after all, they hadn't hurt the woman enough to prevent her from leaving under her own power.

"To think, bitch dragged off" Gwharr answered when Bliss suggested the alternatives of being dragged of and moonwalking, wich he just thought to be silly. How could the bitch walk to the moon, since it was so far away. Plus, she hadn't got anything to step on, and even if she did, it would have been moon-climbing, "To see tracks. No walk, dragged. To know she able to walk, no hurt legs or back." The caveman said, pointing down to the tracks with an oversized finger that was as thick as blissys wrist.

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Captain wombat may not be in the same league as the other two heroes, but he still recognized the remains of a superhpowered battle when he saw one. At first he thought the witch was responsible, but he quickly thought again. Whilst he may not be very powerfull, he was quite perceptive and quickly noticed details. A very usefull trait when it came to his usual modus operandi:Calling the police and giving detailed explanations. The Witch was powerful, but she wasn't the type of powerful that would punch-out a wall or smash a hole in the middle of the streets. Also, the witch was very sure, and every sort of offensive attack she used was carefully considered and perfectly aimed, and she usually didn't need to attack more than once. Whoever had been here must have been very powerfull, but also very reckless. He quickly glanced up at the painfully smug Captain Caveman, and quickly managed to draw the connection. It made sense, after all. The captain was plenty strong and since he nearly killed him and Bliss by accident, it was clear that he was more than a bit reckless too.

He was somewhat surprised when Bliss asked him to help her rather than the caveman, and he felt his little heart swell with pride. Unfortunately he had no idea of what happened here. However, the pride soon subsided to confusion, as he tried to recall if the witch had mentioned where she was going. He was fairly certain she had not, but he figured that he might as well share what he knew "Well, she said she was going to pick up someone, and I figure that whoever it was that you had trapped here was the one. . ." He started, adjusting the thick glasses of bullet-proof glass that was precoriously perched on the tip of his nose. that was when he realized it! "By Boggity! Hold on!" He put his hand into one of the many pockets of his wombat-belt and soon procured a little device that looked like the unholy fruits of the mating between a radio and a calculator!

"If you could give me her cell-number I could trace her phone with my, err. . . Wombat sense." he said, holding the device up for all too see. "I know its not a godo name but, well. The wombat-tracker sounds a bit presumptious, you know." he said sheepishly, a slight smile appearing on his lips. For the first time in this whole bloody mess he felt as if he might actually make a contribution!

"Yes Cap, Bitch dragged off." Bliss kept in communication with her verbally challenged counterpart. "And only say 'bitch' about villains and people I don't like. I'm tired of that played out calling people 'bitch' to make a play on an ironic turn of phrase shit. You feel me?" Maybe a better term would suffice. "That's just a colloquialism; don't feel me."

The inept Wombat took to heart the feeling that Bliss needed his help. He wanted to help her, but why would she keep Sarah's number in her phone? That gave her an idea. She did not keep Sarah's number in her phone, but she knew who did. She pressed '1' and it brought up the name Ashley. Several seconds passes until the call went to voice mail. No good leaving one of those. "Come on." Bliss flipped the phone to give her a keyboard to type out an elongated text. I need your cousin's number. She's in deep shit. She needed Sarah's number not just for her sake but for the sake of everyone involved in the incident.

Bliss waited in silence for a few minutes until she felt the vibration of her phone in her hand. She looked down to the illuminated screen and confirmed what she needed. "We're in business." She read out the number to Wombat to get him started on his trace to find the signal. "Let's just hope she keeps her phone inside that tacky blazer." While Wombat kept dialing away, or reading waves, or casting bones, or whatever, Bliss would look around the place for anything that interested her. This place would need a new coat of paint come tomorrow, but tomorrow looked scary for a lot of people.

If this witch could drag off Sarah then Bliss would need to figure out how this adversary worked. Wombat probably knew, but at the same time he probably did not really use any powers to speak of to tango with the witch and the other girl that she grabbed could not impart any wisdom on her either. Bliss rummaged through the offices of the building, after a few LA area nursing centers recorded abuse at the hand of orderlies places like this needed to keep cameras around for insurance purposes. They kept them discreet and hidden, but they captured everything. And now Bliss did too.

Memory banks kept the feed from the cameras on a 24 hour loop. After an allotted period of time the cameras would delete themselves and go back to their base memory. All of the access would run into these detachable memory cartridges that would hold months worth of video feed, but they wouldn't miss one. Bliss entered the computer system and began to make a rundown of the camera monitors. She skipped through empty rooms full of unused examining tables until she came to the sight of the large caveman and the chubby superhero. Time flowed back at several frames until Sarah reappeared.

And so did her perp. So she confirmed everything she believed, but also gained one interesting tidbit of information. She saw the odd hand gesture over Sarah's head that left her unconscious. As the video played forward the witch did not drag Sarah off; she levitated her. This girl could use some pretty utilitarian powers, but it still didn't really let Bliss know what she could do against her. In the darkness of the alleyway a light flashed up. It seemed the powerful witch needed to use some good ole fashion motorized transportation. The tire treads would still be in the alleyway with how little traffic and how much precipitation flooded that area. Bliss loaded the camera feed up onto a blank cartridge and walked back to the room that hosted her crime fighters. "Got anything?"

Gwharr shrugged indifferently as Bliss lectured him on using the word 'bitch', although his massively oversized shoulders and long, apelike arms made the gesture look somewhat overtly done. Almost sarcastic. "To hear you say 'bitch' first. To say you be reason that Captain Caveman think 'bitch' proper word for stupid shadow-lady who is stupid." The massive man said, a crooked smile playing at the edge of his broad mouth. Apparantly he was enjoying being something of a nuisance. It was one of the things he liked about this particurlar thinling. she didn't talk to him as if he was a big scary thing, she wasn't overtly cautious or censored herself in his company. Nor did she meet him on his terms, like some of his earlier companions had done, and even though he had enjoyed to see the way they tried to simplify difficult concepts enough for him to understand, he felt that it usually managed to place a big wall in their relationship. Bliss simply acted towards him as she would act like anyone else. It made working together with her really easy.

"To think entire thinling language stupid. Too many words. To be un-simple" He continued, his smile growing slightly as he watched the

As for the other fellow, Gwharr thought he was pointless. He might be a Wombat, but Gwharr did not think he deserved to call himself Captain just yet. He did not look down upon the man, however. Even though he might seem to be a pathetic individual playing hero without the necessary skills or abilities to most people, Gwharr considered him a rather brave man. True he was useless, and in a fight he would probably serve as little else than a moving target for the enemy to throw pot-shots at, but gathering enough courage to get into a fight that you would with all certainty lose was alot harder than being brave enough to curb-stomp some poor shmuck that didn't stand a chance against you.

As Bliss decided to amble in deeper into the building to do whatever it was that she wanted to do, Gwharr decided to go with her. After all, there might be something she would need help with. Presumably there wheren't any fighting or anything, but he could take care of doors and whatnot. He suspected that she could do so too, but he really, really didn't want to remain with the othe Captain. The little guy was okay, but his annoying nervousness annoyed Gwharr in oh so many ways. Besides, even though he could not explain it, talking to Captain Wombat somehow felt like talking to himself, and only crazy people conversed with themselves, right?

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Captain wombat typed furiously on his little device. The glass over the screen had become cracked, but it didn't matter. The damage was pretty much entirely cosmetic, so it was still function. He would have to fix it whenever he got back to his garage. . .Errr, Back to his Wombat-cave. Did wombats even live in caves? Didn't they live in trees or something? "The Wombat Tree"? That was pathetic! No, wait, that was Koalas. He honestly had no idea what manner of homes that Wombats preffered. He would have to ask wikipedia when he got back home.

As the chilly icequeen and the boisterous bruiser left for parts Unknown, the furiously fidgeting crimefighter sat down on a conveniently placed stool, putting the number into his device, and got a location. . . Direction: South-West, Distance:Half a mile and increasing! Awesome! He was uncertain wether he should rush into the complex after the pair, but he assumed it would be best to wait here. It might be all sorts of awkward if he decided to come running like some sort of deranged person who ran everywhere or something. A mailman maybe? Yeah, running in like a deranged mailman.

However, fixing this little dilemma made him feel quite a bit better about himself. He may not be cool and clever like Bliss or Big and tough like Captain Caveman, but he helped them fight the villains of this little episode on his own! He really hoped they managed to defeat the witch and save the city! That should make those little buggers that laughed at him swallow their comments and type a redaction on page 12 in the local newspaper!

As the pair Returned, Captain Wombat looked up, all the nervousness seemingly gone from his face "Hey bliss! It worked! By boggity It worked! I got her phone on my WombaTracker, and its moving about! That should mean she's using it, right?" he said, the enthusiasm in his voice making him somewhat akin to an oversized, pudgy corgi-puppy.

As she returned to the room the overjoyed Wombat began cheering wildly. While he explained the ends that came from his means Bliss took the device and looked it over. Rudimentary in design, but the device showed that the craftsman behind it held some skill with his technology. "Hmm?" His words barely phased her while she looked over the device. "Oh yeah. She must have-- yeah." Asking him to repeat himself seemed irrelevant to the continuation of the event. With the work that the Wombat just gave them they could be on their way to figuring out where this witch held herself up. More importantly, Bliss started working the machine over for a more telling use of the technology. In basic principle this thing should send waves to detect nearby electronics, therefore it might be able to send out waves to create a sonar map of the area that the witch went off to. It could pin point and body signatures and give them a room layout. It could also tip off the witch.

"Me and Cap are going to go end this. You should probably go home." Bliss handed him back his device. Now that she knew where to go keeping the useless superhero around would only endanger him and put Bliss and Gwharr in danger. "You're not cut out for the center stage superhuman stuff. Just the behind the scenes stuff." Cold air blew in from the alleyway. It flustered past Bliss and turned chilly as it rained over Wombat. With a turn of her heel Bliss walked to the edge of the room. "Come on Cap, we got meeting for a beating."

Outside the alley felt just as cozy as when she first sprung the ambush against her. "We need to head about a mile south west from here; you can tell directions with some sort of crazy primitive brainwave or something, right?" He probably didn't, but with racism and discrimination resting high on Bliss's forms of creating frames for people to fit in why shouldn't he. Bliss prepared to hitch a ride and let the caveman know where they needed to go.

"This is strange. I knew that the ice girl would be at the plant. I foresaw it." The witch kept herself company among the two unconscious prisoners she sequestered. "I used divination to see that she would be held by another in that place. Taking her would be as simple as taking the shadow manipulator. What could change my divination?" A legend floated among witches of the primordials that existed before druids came into contact with magic. Gallic divination mapped out all of mankind and embedded constantly with every man and woman born since those early days. But, some existed before this time. Some who remained unmarked and unchecked. When they interfered with any situation the divination could not track or predict their movement. Witches could never see them coming.

"Me and Cap are going to go end this. You should probably go home" Bliss said, and even though she didn't put overtly much force behind her words, Captain Wombat got the feeling that she meant buisness. He was not going with them, and if he tried, shewould use physical measure to prevent him from doing so. Either she would freeze him or a block of ice, Have her pet caveman wrap him up in a girder or an unpleasant mix of the two. Or something else entierly. However, the point remained. He would not be allowed to go with them, and there wasn't a thing he would be able to do about it.

As he realized this fact , the rather portly superhero suddenly felt as if someone had poured a bucket of icewater over him. He had even managed to help, locating whoever this shadow-woman was that Bliss and Captain Caveman where looking for. A feat that none of the other two exceedingly more superpowered heroes had been able to do on their own if he may say so himself. However, he did not say so himself, mostly because Captain Caveman was very big and Bliss was very scary. Captain Wombats arms fell limply along his sides, almost making his drop the device that bliss had handed back to him. He desperately wanted to prove that he was not useless. Not only to these two, but also to the police, the newspapers and the general population. To his wife that he knew laughed at him when she thought he didn't hear, and to everyone else who just thought he was being silly. He may not have any powers, but he was doing his best, just like the pair of heroes that where going to fight the witch themselves!

Besides he had a score to settle with her. "No, I need to do this! Please let me go with you!" He asked, although eh knew it was pointless. They would not let him go with them. They where the type of heroes that worked alone. Except when they worked with eachother apprantly. There wasn't a chance that any of them would work with him.

"I need this. . ." He said, stubbornly and pleadingly at the same time, staring the young woman in the eyes defiantly.

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Gwharr listened to the back and forth between Bliss and the other Captain, and he was just as surprised as Captain Wombat when he heard that they where going to dump him and go on alone. It was probably for the best, though. The wolves did not bring the cubs to hunt, since they would slow down the pack and need protection from any and all that wanted to hurt them. It was probably for the best, although he couldn't help but to notice the dissapointment in his fellow captains eyes. He whimpered sympathetically as he saw him trying to argue with Bliss. Something that seemed about as easy than to capture a mammoth using a bug-catching net. When Bliss was done with him, he ambled over-there, carefully a massive, trashcanlid-sized hand on the other captains shoulder sympathetically, although his hand was far too large. barely half his hand fit that made the gesture look more than a little silly.

"To know you'se brave, captain. To know this is dangerous. Too dangerous for you. To be sorry" Gwharr said, before turning around to follow Bliss as she called to him. It was time to go.

Gwharr wased no time in following the woman outside, and it did not take long for her to once again call on his caveman expertize, although he assumed that it would be considered an insult for quite a few, he did not take offense. Heck, he was a twenty-two millenium year old man born with the power to punch through a mountain, survive volcano-eruptions, tornadoes and any other natural disasters there where, and even if he get hurt, he healed it instantly. Plus he was practically immortal. Like he'd take offense being considered primitive by a strain of weak, imbred dweebs that barely lived long enough for him to notice them, even if they didn't die in any of the myriad of unpleasant ways that they seemed to die in. Heck, it probably took little more than a stiff breeze to kill one of them.

So, in conclusion:If Bliss took pride in her kind evolving away from immortality, superstrength and nigh-invulnerability, into becoming a race of skinny, ugly weaklings who tended to die if you gave them a harsh glare, the joke was on her. "Primitive? To think evolution taken more from you than you've gained."

However, it did not take long for our caveman to point out the right direction. True, whilst he may not have much of a hidden cave-man sense regarding directions, he knew how to navigate using the stars. And luckily for the pair they where just about visible tonight

"This way!" he grunted pointing a massive finger in the right direction.

Bliss stepped away from her position in the alleyway and prepared to remedy the situation to let the Wombat know just where he stood in relation to the other two. "You're not a superhero. Do you not get that? You're a delusion of a superhero; a made up fabricated..." She stopped when the giant hand rested against Wombat's shoulder. Gwharr spoke to the heart of the man. Bliss watched as Gwharr walk past her and get ready for the flight. "You're not a superhero; you're a guy in a costume."

Bliss turned back and walked to the caveman in preparation to leave. "Maybe you're right Cap." Bliss hopped onto the giant's back and held on tight. The ride in the past always gave her reason to hold on, so once more into the dangerous world of traveling with cavemen. "Maybe we know too much about the world, but once we let it out of the box we can't put it back. We know how to dress ourselves up to mask ourselves; we can't all be cavemen about everything."

Only a few minutes passed while they moved towards the building. "Looks about right." Bliss examined the rooftop. "Are you going through the roof? We may want to play this safe so that no one dies in there." Basic lessons in combating superhumans let Bliss know that she needed to step up her advantages and play to the disadvantages of her adversary. First she would need to discover those weaknesses. Lacking information when going into a fight disturbed Bliss in the situation. Luckily she brought along some muscles but this still did not give Bliss full faith in her situation.

"If I kept that little device I could ping that room and figure something out; we'll just need to be quiet about this." This guy probably knew nothing of stealth or stalking. Actually. "Like hunting a mammoth. We need to be sneaky like a mammoth hunter being sneaky about it. Got it?" She didn't. "Aw fuck it; let's just rip this bitch apart." A circular patch of ice formed along the roof helping Gwharr in his departure into the lab that they now stood upon.

The witch made her mark known through the lab leaving two security guards and a late night lab technician tied up in the entry way to the lab. She worked quietly when she came in and did her best to make sure that no physical evidence would remain. No one would believe the three that a witch came in to perform a ritual to create superhuman constructs. After the entry way stairs would take them down to the lower level where the witch made her special brew to get the ritual going. The feeling of an impending attack rested on her, but she could not be sure. The third host felt like it grew closer and that made her gain some faith in this ritual going off without a hitch tonight.

The Half-a-ton heavy Caveman who only recently had been promoted to captain gave the small asian girl a stern glare as she verbally started to chew into his fellow captain. Sure, the man might be a weak pointless nuisance, but telling him like that was cruel and unusual. Well, cruel at any rate. He figured that quite a few people had told him similar things over the years. He couldn't deny what Bliss said was true either. He agreed with every single word, but he couldn't help but to feel sorry for the self-styled Captain Wombat. After all, the man had tried his best. No need to crush the silly little man's already fragile ego by bashing him with uncomfortable truths and harsh words.

Gwharr smiled slightly as he felt the addition of Blisses weight on his back. It felt good to have some company again. Captain Caveman might not be on all that good terms with all these modern civilization-related buisnesses and the people who had created it, but he could not deny the fact that out of all of the other creatures living in this crazy, everchanging world, they were definately the ones that were most like him. He could not deny that he still harboured a little resentment for their kind for all the acts of cruelty they had committed to his tribe throughout the years.After all, they had committed genocide against his entire species, but no matter how angry Captain Caveman had been about this in the beginning he wasn't going into sorrow-fueled rages about it anymore. He knew better than most that time did not heal all wounds (Except the physical ones, ironically enough) But it made it easier to live with them.

Gwhar could probably justly hate humanity, after all he had a very good reason to do it, but it would be pointless. After all, none of the thinling humans that were alive now had been around back when his kind died out. Heck, they didn't even know what their ancestors had done before they found the remains of their corpses. Besides, if one caveman decided to hate humanity, he would end up a very, very lonely caveman for a very, very long time. It seemed that humanity was here to stay. For now at least.

It did not take long for our wall-climbing, skyscraper leaping hero to get to where they were supposed to go. A rather boring, averagelooking building, but of course, Gwharr figured that all buildings looked the same to him. As the pair approached the building Gwharr felt the comfortable, wellknown surge of adrenaline well up inside of him. It usually accompanied his excitement and mental preparations for a fight, and Gwharr had a feeling they would be in quite a nasty fight in not too long.

Bliss made a speech about being quiet on this job, making anology about mammoth-hunting. Shows what she knew. Probably hadn't hunted a single mammoth in her entire life. Mammoth-hunting was preffarably done by rolling large boulders at them, and then finnishing them off by throwing spears at them untill they fell over from a higher vantage-point where the mammoths could not reach them. Unless you where Gwharr, of course. He hunted mammoths by headbutting them to death. A pity they where gone. He missed 'hunting' them. Gwharr was about to tell her the error of her mammoth-speech, but then she saidsomething that made him very happy.

"To think good plan. To think tiny woman very brainy" Gwharr said, a grand, toothy, rather enthusiastic smile apperaing on his lips. She created a patch of ice to mark the area where he was supposed to hit. Captain Caveman had no idea why she did this, but apprantly it was something brainy. He let her handle the brainy bits, they just made him drowsy and restless anyway. Smashing up the roof was very easy, and the pair soon descended into the building, ready to meet their destiny.

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It would be an understatement to say that Captain Wombat was annoyed by the womans words. In fact he was furious. Who did she think she was, talking down to him like that! He aught to give her a stern talking to on the subjects of being a total witch (Captain Wombat felt somewhat uncomfortable using the "B-word") not to mention the way she kissed stranger! No proper way for a young woman to behaved if you asked for his opinion! Something wich people rarely did, since they figured his opinions where as useless and uninspired as the Captain himself.

The rude superhero and per pet caveman might have counted him out of the game already, but he would show them! He would show them all! He quickly took to fiddling with his WombaTracker (what an awesome name!) And even though bliss had erased the number, he still had his memory to aid him in this particurlar endevour. Apart from his ability to recover from beatings, the ability to build handy devices and give even the coolest, most radical invention a name so silly that everyone and their grandmother dismissed it Wombat had one more ability. He had a photographic memory. Not a mere eidetic memory, mind you, a photographic memory. He could tell you what he ate for supper the ninth of july nineteenninetytwo if you wher ethe sort of goofball that wanted to know things like that. This was the reason that his descriptions were so accurate (and the reason the police hadn't forced him to stop his peculiar brand of vigelanteism)

Remembering a phone-number was no problem. As he typed it inot his WombaTracker, he saw the dot bleeping! "Oh yeah! Now we're back in buisness, by Boggity!" He shouted triumphantly as he rushed out, after his two former companions. The Ironic thing was that he probably hadn't done such a thing if Bliss hadn't given him the stern "reason why you suck"-speech

((Captain Wombats participation temporarily ends here. He'll show up again later, though))

With a crash of energy the roof took on a new door. "We got synergy yo." Bliss down a slide of ice she made to help descend to the bottom of the floor. Not exactly the most poignant way for a superhuman to go down, but it did the job. Hopefully it would melt soon and no one would ever mention it to her in polite company. "Alright let's try and find this witch and find out what's happening." Even though anyone could assume those most simple of instructions Bliss found it necessary to tell the caveman since she never really did the pack leader thing before.

Bliss lead the two down the hallway and tried to listen for any sounds that would lead them to where they would find Sarah. "Try to hear around. Give me some sort of clue as to what we should be going by up here." Bliss began digging through her mind to try and think of a way to use her ice to somehow help her through this problem. Maybe if she froze some walls sound would travel faster. No, that would be a stupid idea. Others thought that her powers made her a superhero, but what she really needed was the tenacity of that stupid Wombat.

"Hear this girlie." Popping out from the wall came the black clad witch throwing the back end of a staff to knock Bliss off of her feet. A snake's head shot out from the other end of the snake to deliver a bite of poison to take Bliss in quietly. Ice formed around her arm to protect her. Fangs shattered along the hardness of her ice. Shaking off one attack hardly put Bliss in a better position to defend herself. While surveying the downed ice girl, the witch noticed the large man out of the corner of her eye. "You seem primordial. That explains it." Not wanting to face a two front attack the witch submerged herself through the wall. "I'll get you my pretty, you and you're little primordial too."

Feeling a surge of adrenaline Bliss shot to her feet. "Follow her in the only way that we should." A patch of ice conjured in front of the caveman's feet. Bliss wanted to take the faster route possible to get to the witch and her lair. Hopefully this kind of tactic would come as a surprise and give them a slight edge over the witch. "She seemed wary of you. We should use that when we go up against her."

Runes stayed centered in the middle of the room while a number of lifeless, formless dolls sat around the circle. Sarah and Shadow Stitch remained unconscious at the points of the triangle while the witch stood in the center. Without draining too much power from the two the witch could pull out enough to give power to the dolls to create a group of speedster shadow and light manipulating automatons for defense.

SMASH went the roof as it was bashed in, and our heroic cavemans felt very happy about being allowed to cause wanton property-damage again. His adrenaline-fueled state made him quite restless and somewhat 'smashy', so to speak. Gwharr nodded as Bliss claimed they had synergy. He had no idea of what synergy was, but the way she said it suggested that it was a good thing, and that they should be proud hey had it. Maybe it was like teamwork? That would hae been correct and also rather cool.

As bliss made her little Ice-slide the Heroiac Captain Caveman quickly realized what going on, and he knew that he was going to take the ice-slide down into the hole. Sure, he would have easily survived the fall, since he was for all intents and purposes much harder and tougher than the surface he landed on. However, the Caveboy that still Dwelled within his subconcsious demanded that the slide was the only way to go, and Gwharr was always happy to satisfy the wishes of his inner child However, he waited untill Bliss had been given more than enough time to get out of the way. After all, he wouldn't want to accidentally crush his newfound packmate, now would he? Good packmates did not crush their packmates, not even by accident.

Even though Gwharr was used to leaping tall buildings in a single bound, climbing what was basically vertical walls and swinging himself from building from building in a manner similar to the way an orangutan swinging from branch to branch, but taken up a notch or two. However, despite all this, he thought that Blisses famous Ice-slide was quite thrilling and very amusing. He couldn't help but to wonder what manner of slide she would be able to build she had actually constructed it to be a thrill-ride, rather than the means of entry into a genuine witches lair.

Gwharr nodded as Bliss asked him to 'hear around'. A wise decision, since the silence in the facility would make even the tiniest noise audible. Heck, he could even hear their breathing and their footsteps clearly, almost as noticable as the trumpeting of a wild mammoth as it disovled the heavy, gloomy cover of silence that lay over the corridors. . .

Despite being on guard Gwharr was taken completely aback by the sudden attack directed towards bliss. An attack that she barely managed to deflect. So this was the witch, and these where her methods? Magic! Gwharr snarled angrily. He hated magic, and considered it the worst form of unsanctioned tampering with the magical forces. Science and technology merely bent natural elementes in a certain direction, whilst magic flatout twisted and broke them to shape them into something decidedly unnatural.

Gwharr was about to rush to his friends help when the witch retreated back into the wall, calling him a primordial. He knew the word. It meant something akin to "old" and "primitive" but on a much deeper plane. apparantly she was rather taken aback by his presence here.

It did not take Bliss long to get back on her feet and bark an order at him. Not that he needed an order. The caveman had already decided to charge through the wall where the witch had dissapeared. She had attacked his packmate, and a good packmate did not let such a grievous tresspass go unpunished. That magic-using hussy was not going to get away from him! The masive concrete wall stood about as much chance to withstand his charge as one made of wet cardboard would have, and like a pretty angry wrecking-ball our primitive primordial primate went through it! . . .