In the highest room of the tallest stadium

I had overestimated my abilities gravely. My little concerto had been effective, but at a cost. I had been overzealous in trying to use my powers on such large scale. Though many of the sentry bots had fallen, their internal components vibrated apart violently, my being incapacitated afterwards allowed a next wave to go unhindered. In hindsight, perhaps I should not have spread my soundwaves thin, and should have focused on a smaller area instead. That would have allowed me to keep it up longer, and taken down more of these vile machines. Ugh, robots, how dreadfully unimaginative. And ugly too. I had noticed the designs were incredibly efficient, tailored to be as deadly and mobile as possible, yet so incredily dull, so plain.
Was it so much effort to put in some aesthetic effort?

Ah, but I digress once again. Apologies. Gasping for breath and fatigued to the point of near collapse, the fire-wielding woman had helped me up. She and others had suggested we leave post-haste, but I was not done with this place yet. No, Taiz Treffalman would not allow an army of mindless machines, cold steel and technology to prevail against him. He held a notion of honor that kept him from giving up. Young Treffalman, in his weakened state, suggested that the others take him to the broadcasting room, high up in the stadium. With the incredibly sophisticated sound broadcasting tech that was installed in the building, designs he had had an influence in, he could be able to amplify his powers to a far greater scale. It was a long shot, and perhaps it wouldn't stop the sentries' relentless advance, but for now it was his only choice.

Then Elena, Treffalman's current employer, benefactor and manager, said the words. She gave him a pill that revitalized his energies, and then suggested they initiate the original plan soon. Soon, far too soon, Taiz thought, though he nodded obediently, with only a slight hint of discomfort at the plan showing in his face.
True, the broadcasting room was crucial to Elena's master-plan, but it was also necessary to fend off Necrodium's forces. Choices, choices, choices. And there Taiz had been thinking things would be easy, a nice little game to rid himself of life's boredom. Games are for children.

Having entered the broadcast room, I dusted off my suit, and set to work on the control panel. Opening up the virtual interface I had installed on my Sonic Regulator Gauntlet, I began to callibrate the sound systems, preparing them to amplify my sonic emission as much as possible. It almost didn't catch my eye that new enemies had joined the fray. Clones of my witch, Elena, flying around, a mockery of the woman they were modeled after. I had to suppress some amount of anger at this Necrodium fellow. The design of his forces was horrid, his attack was merely ruthless and had no theatrical value save for that of its savage strength, and now he was plagiarizing meta-humans? The nerve?! The fucking nerve!
Needless to say, Taiz Treffalman had now received more than enough motivation to fight, something that was rare for him.

"Time for my encore then. Wish me luck, and please do try keep those things at a distance." Taiz said to his companions, before beginning his second concert performance this day. The most famous passage from Beethoven's 9th symphony, the Ode to Joy. Taiz even incorporated the lyrics, no matter how difficult that was. Elena's pill had helped bring him back to health, even energize him further. He felt like he could do this, accomplish this great feat of musical mastery and sonic destruction. And so he began, with renewed strength and conviction, to perform once again.


The soundwaves that were being broadcast and amplified were meant to damage both organic tissue, especially the insides, and mechanical components. Taiz directed his attack mostly towards the sky, having aimed the sound systems up a little. Still, those unfortunate few still standing outside might have suffered some serious effects, though only lethal to the weaker humans.
Taiz seemed in a trance, standing high in the crow's nest, the composer of the battlefield, directing all of his concentration and mental power at this task.

Scarletta ducked when Elena broke, shattering from the inside out. Her spell shot out like a sound wave, breaking the glass in on them and covering the floor. She covered her head while the glass fell down like droplets of rain and crashed over the floor. Bits of glass cut her arm but only on the surface so there wasn't much blood. When the glass attack had finished she stood up and brushed it from her shoulders before glancing over to Elena. Her body was crumpled on the floor and Scar was pretty sure she was dead. Glancing to make sure everything outside was dead and gone, Scar trod the ground slowly to where Elena lay, checking her pulse.

Pause.

"Sleep well," Scar dropped the woman's wrist slowly and crossed it over her stomach. She was dead. It was a shame that she had gone in such away after all she had done for them, basically winning the the battle. She wasn't sure what else to say to the woman she had hardly known but she hoped Sean would be okay. Glancing up to Taiz she stood up and then wondered over to him, checking him over for any damage.

"Come on, lets get out of here," she muttered, leading him down the stairs and out of the stadium. It was then that she saw the air elemental creeping towards the centre of Queens. Pursing her lips together very slowly she thought about what exactly a rare element would be doing here. "I'm going to have to.." she motioned to the cloud with an apologetic smile. "Get those cuts looked at!" she shouted over her shoulder as she began her run towards the angry air abomination.


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