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Normal talking: "Go Beyond, Plus Ultra!"
Thinking: 'Go Beyond, Plus Ultra!'
Over Radio/Speaker: .:Go Beyond, Plus Ultra!:.
All Might/Powerful Beings Speaking: "Go Beyond, Plus Ultra!"
All Might/Powerful Beings Thinking: ‘Go Beyond, Plus Ultra!’
All Might/Powerful Beings Over Radio/Speaker: .:Go Beyond, Plus Ultra!:.
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AIs/Computers: "Go Beyond, Plus Ultra!"
Speaking Another Language: {"Go Beyond, Plus Ultra!"}
Melissa wasted no time, practically ripping open the door to her father’s lab upon arrival. Midoriya and his friends piled in, out of breath but unwilling to stop and rest.
“Everyone, spread out and find the serum, fast! We don’t know how long until Goblin’s Goons come here for it!” the Spider-Woman said, immediately running to her father’s desk.
“Is this it??” Everyone turned to Denki, holding up a container full of blue vials with greenish looking clouds inside them.
“No, the vials Professor Shield used were clear.” Mei looked at them closer. “These must be rejected batches.”
“Also, Mr. Shield kept the vials in a briefcase.” Izuku said. Dejected, everyone went back to searching.
“Wait, I found it!”
Everyone rushed over to Ochako, who was pulling out a familiar suitcase. “Shit… it’s locked!”
“...try 072255.” Mei spoke up.
Everyone stared at her in surprise, save for Denki, who just typed in the code, the case clicking open to reveal the two remaining vials inside.
“How did you know that?” Melissa asked.
“Sir Nighteye… he told me to tell Kaminari-kun the combination.” Mei said sadly. “But what’re we going to do with the case now?”
Before anyone could offer up a suggestion, Izuku suddenly flinched, glancing in the direction of the entryway. Eyes widening, he only had enough time to tackle his friends to the ground when the door was blown open by a blast of energy.
Stepping in came three of the Goblin’s goons, wearing skull, witch, and jack ‘o lantern masks.
The one in the witch mask, Wicked Witch, if Melissa’s memory was right, aimed her broom-like staff, the end glowing ominously. “Hand the briefcase over.” the one in the skull mask, a vaguely imp or gargoyle like-man with vestigial wings commanded, hunching over them, tail lashing angrily.
“Make us, bonehead!” Mina shouted, flinging out a handful of acid at the criminals. Two of them backed off, but the skull-masked man just stood there, his skin turning into a granite-like shell that he shed once the acid hit it.
“The name… is Grave Goblin!” He screeched, his fang-filled mouth roaring while animalistically lunging at her. Immediately a fight broke out, the briefcase getting knocked away.
Melissa and Ochako teamed up against Wicked Witch, the masked criminal taking aim with a wooden truncheon, the short club glowing with the same energy shot fired from her broom.
Meanwhile, Mei was dodging a rapier’s repeated thrusts from the criminal in the jack o’lantern mask. Focusing, Mei rebuilt her Programmable Matter into a katana. Though her opponent was skilled, it only took one hard strike from her sword to knock their rapier away and a kick to the chest to send them flying.
“Wait a sec… I recognize you!” Mei yelled, looking at the elvish person glaring hatefully at her, their fallen mask in their lap. “Weren’t you that scumbag actor who was caught stalking a co-star or something??”
“He was playing hard to get.” the criminal sneered, a clump of orange sap gathering in their hand. “And it’s Mad Jack now!” the substance ignited into a green flame, the elvish person throwing the burning substance with the stance of a baseball player. Mei quickly blocked with a hastily formed Programmable Matter Shield, but yelped when clumps of the burning sap dripped to the ground, nearly burning her shoes.
“Jackie!! Don’t use your Quirk in the lab!! We don’t want to destroy the King’s serum!” Wicked Witch shouted, dodging the swipes and kicks of Ochako and Melissa.
‘Wait… where is the briefcase?? And Denki?!’ Melissa thought in panic, looking around the room. The suitcase was gone, the only trace of it having been there being the shattered reject samples it had smashed into when the door exploded.
Setsuna cussed as she dodged a stream of ashes. “Do you actually have a plan?!”
Hiryu Rin fired his scales at the Angler heteromorph, the woman trying to capture the two students in the entrancing light of her lure. Monoma was nearby, trying to use the scepter Loki gave him on Zookeeper, who kept sliding around on the soapy floor, hitting the Quirk Copier with her pushbroom.
“I do.” he stated calmly. “I but I need you to distract the Angler woman before I can take down Dusty Ash.”
“What?! Your quirk's barely doing anything to her!” Toguru Kamakiri shouted, firing laser blasts from his pillaged suit’s arms.
“I’m not going to use my quirk...” Hiryu stated, rubbing his ring. “I just need to take her down, then I can deal with Angler.”
Setsuna stared at him, but shrugged her disembodied shoulders. “I’ll see about distracting the fish lady… Hope that Loki guy wasn’t lying through his teeth.” Disassembling her fingers, the green haired Splitter focused, that strange sensation she’d been feeling since that afternoon intensifying. The pieces of her fingers morphed, developing legs, wings, and stingers, much to the green haired girl’s displeasure.
“Bees? Seriously? I was hoping I’d become a lizard, or even a swarm of lizards.” Looking at the bees she just created, Setsuna felt her mind connect to them. Her vision filled with what their newly formed eyes could see. Sending them into the air, she commanded her new minions to swarm the Wild Villain. Angler, unable to focus on her victims, yelped and flashed her lure at the hornets, but was only able to mesmerize a few of them while the rest attacked from behind. With the fish woman dealt with, Hiryu came out from behind his cover, approaching the scantily clad Volcano Thief.
“Oh, brave kid, aren’t you??” the woman sneered. “Let’s see how brave you are when I fill your lungs with ASH!” Throwing her arms out, streams of thick, choking ash flew towards the unflinching Chinese exchange student. Raising his right hand, a sudden vortex of wind flowed through the room, gathering up all the ashes into a twister reaching the room's ceiling. Undeterred, the Villain forced more of her Quirk out to overwhelm the hero student.
Gritting his teeth, Hiryu Rin fought against her, pouring everything he could into the ring, his desire to protect his classmates overriding his exhaustion and fear. He forced himself forward, the ring upon his finger glowing brightly as its black band seemed to ripple and expand, spreading across his arm, forming a black gauntlet that spread up along his arm and across his body, creating a chestplate, leggings, and a helm bearing a terrifying visage of a snarling dragon as it spread. With the armor fully formed over his body, Rin gave a great shout and finally overwhelmed the Villain, a blast of wind containing her own ashes sending the Villainess flying into a wall where she was promptly knocked out.
Sighing, the boy dismissed the tornado and the gauntlet, turning to his stunned friends.
“...since when could you manipulate wind?!” Monoma yelled incredulously.
“I can’t.” Rin muttered, hand going to the ring. From off to the side, Angler gasped.
“You… you have one of His rings too…?!” Before any of them could answer, the fish woman’s eyes turned from shock to greed, and she lunged at him before anyone could stop her “GIVE IT TO ME!!” She proclaimed, her lure shining brightly.
Rin just glared at the woman, unaffected by the woman’s brainwashing Quirk. Raising his arms, the boy calmly proclaimed, “Dragon’s Claw.” His hands morphed, draconic claws forming while his scales covered his arms like bracers. With a sweep of his arm, the woman’s claws were knocked away, and with his free arm, he struck her side, simultaneously launching scales hard enough to send her flying back, where she joined Dusty Ash against the wall.
“How…?” she moaned out.
“The rings of my ancestor protect us from psychics and other mentalists… and I’ve been trained in Hung Gar since I was three.” Rin explained, dismissing the rest of the armor. Her eyes widened in shock, and moments later she passed out.
Rin was about to leave her be, but he stopped, noticing something. Reaching down to Angler’s now dim lure, he pulled off a gold ring, identical to his own, save that the gem was a cyan rhombus. “Piànzǐ…” he whispered to himself.
“You say something, dragon boy?” Kamakiri asked, glaring at the fish woman as he restrained her with a torn piece of cloth.
“...nothing important.” Rin muttered, slipping the ring onto his left middle finger. ‘Two down…’ he thought morosely.
“Guys!!” The two boys turned to Setsuna and Monoma, the latter nursing a goose egg from Zookeeper’s hammer-like pushbroom. The Wild Villainess, meanwhile, was using torrents of soapy water to keep Setuna’s bees back.
“Gotta clean up the evidence…” the woman muttered, her eyes dull.
“Oh, the only thing you’ll be cleaning is your blood off the floor!” Kamakiri raised an arm, when a golden hand stopped him.
“There’s no need for that.” came the voice of UA’s Teaching Assistant from the robotic Mysterio.
“Tsuburaya-san? How’re you here??” Rin asked.
“I’ve been here this whole time, watching you from the Mysterio suits on display.”
“Then why haven’t you done anything to help?!” Kamakiri snapped, ready to tear up the already exposed android.
“Because nothing in the museum is armed. Powered, yes, but all the weapons are disabled. The most I can do is watch, talk, and direct you.” Tsuburaya turned to the pushbroom wielding villain, currently watching the students apprehensively, her pushbroom held like a warhammer. “But I can tell you that young woman has been mentally altered. Possibly by that ring you hold combined with Angler’s Mesmerizing quirk.”
“So the Zookeeper was brainwashed?” Rin asked. “How can you tell?”
“Her mannerisms, the way she holds herself, obsessive muttering… all the signs of an amatuer job.” Tsuburaya sneered.
“Can we free her?” Monoma asked, looking down at his new staff. So far he had only been able to project energy beams from it. Even tapping the blade to Zookeeper's heart did nothing but leave him open to that pushbroom of hers.
“If I had the right equipment, but all of Mysterio’s hypnosis gear is currently out of reach.” Tsuburaya muttered.
“...what about that ring? If it brainwashed her into what she is now, then shouldn’t it be able to reverse it?” Monoma suggested.
Rin looked down at the item in question. “...yes, it could, but…” the boy fiddled with the item in question. “I… I try not to be like Him.”
“The Mandarin, yes?” Tsuburaya asked, to Rin’s clear annoyance.
“That’s not his name, that’s what the Americans dubbed him as a propaganda piece-” Rin grumbled, not that Tsuburaya cared.
“Whatever, the point is, his ring should be enough to undo her brainwashing.” Tsuburaya explained.
“Then stop standing around arguing, because I’m running out of bees!” Setsuna yelled in anger, the majority of her body trapped in thick soap water or crushed beneath the pushbroom’s head.
Rin hesitated, but relented. Right now, they needed its power to save that woman from villainy. “Alright… I’ll do it.”
‘Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit!’ was all Kaminari could think right now, since at the moment he was being chased by that silver guy, who was floating inside a trio of large spiked wheels, trying to eviscerate him and steal the formula in the case.
The moment he saw the rest of the Goblin Goons were distracted, the electric quirk user ran out, taking the suitcase with him. He managed to get to the staircase and run down a few floors, but was caught by the silver-skinned villain with the spiked wheels.
“You’re not getting away from the Big Wheel!!” the villain formed two more wheels that he sent flying like buzzsaws towards the hero student. He barely dodged them but nevertheless kept a grip on the suitcase.
“At least that guy can’t corner too well, so as long as I stay ahead of him, I should-"
*AAYUGH!!*
The wall before Kaminari exploded with a cloud of noxious green smoke, accompanied by a wailing shriek as Hobgolin returned, only now he had advanced-looking bat wings, an armored torso, and a hooded mask with horns that actually followed his facial muscles.
“THE BRIEFCASE! HAND IT OVER!” the Hobgoblin shouted, igniting his flame sword as he flew forward. Yelping Kaminari threw himself to the side, narrowly dodging the villain. Scrambling back to his feet Kaminari ran down the stairs two at a time.
.:Sparky, are you-:. Mei came’s voice came over an earbud. Wasting no time, Kaminari pressed a finger to it while keeping an arm around the suitcase.
“I’VE GOT A GOBLIN AND A NUTCASE WITH SPIKED WHEELS AFTER- YIPE!” Kaminari raised the suitcase like a shield, the metal cover saving him from a pair of sawblade like-weapons and a spiked wheel. Running into the closest doorway, Kaminari pulled out his sunglasses and threw them down the hall while hiding in a breakroom. Bursting into the hallway, the two villains heard a clatter of metal, and ran to investigate. Peering out, Kaminari tried to still his pounding heart.
.:Kaminari, answer me!!:. Jirou shouted into the earpiece while he was shoving a table in front of the door.
“I don’t have much time…!” Kaminari whispered, digging through his pockets to try and find something useful. Eventually, he found something, and quickly tried to come up with a plan. “Mei-chan, what can you do with those nanobots of yours??”
.:It’s Programmable Matter, not nanobots!!! And if you focus your thoughts, the earbud you’ve got on should be able to shapeshift part of it into a weapon, but it won’t be very sturdy-:.
“Can you track the pieces??” Kamanari asked as he opened up the briefcase, putting the two vials of super soldier formula in his pocket.
.:Uh, yeah, but why-:.
“Look, I know I’m not the smartest guy, but even I know that even if we destroy the samples, the Goblin’s still out there!! But if we can find where he is, the heroes can stop them!” Kaminari tore off a piece of wrist armor and shoved it into the suitcase’s empty third slot.
A moment later the door was pounded on, then a flaming sword came through. Screaming, Kaminari scrambled to the other end of the room, shoving the two vials in his hand into the case before snapping it shut and clutching it close.
“Give us the Serum, hero student.” Hobgoblin sneered, drawing his sword. Kaminari gulped, a part of him wanting to just hand it over… but he had to sell the act. He couldn’t risk the villains seeing what he put inside before it was too late, so had had to fight. Fight like his life depended on it. Obviously he was terrified, but then the words of a friend came to him.
“To me, what matters in a hero are the actions, not the power. Look at Peter Parker. He wasn’t the strongest hero in the world, but he’s more beloved than even the Avengers, because when the world was trying to crush him under its weight, he never gave up.” then Melissa, the girl who fought hard to be a hero without a quirk, smiled and it was like a beacon. “He put others before himself at all times. That to me is a hero, not someone who can lift mountains.”
“You want the serum so bad?”
Kaminari looked up with a glare, putting a hand to his earbud, reshaping his other wrist armor into a baton/sword hybrid that crackled with electricity.
“Then come and get it, you Marvel Poseurs!!”
On the other side of the world, a ship’s blare awoke Shuichi from his nap. Bleerily looking around, the lizard-man saw that he and the rest of his allies were inside the cramped cargohold of a lobster fishing boat, full of fresh catch from the night.
“Welcome back to our shellfish-reeking world, Shuichi-san.” Miss Yashida grumbled, eating a cold can of beans.
“The trip isn’t that bad./How long till we get there…?” Jin stated while Twice complained.
“We’re nearly there, just ten minutes.” Kaina assured the Avatar of Konschu, ripping out a chunk of her hair to make a bullet. A second later, the hair regrew, probably due to one of the quirks gifted by the moon god.
Retching could be heard outside, as their other sniper could be heard emptying her stomach from the boat’s rocking.
Shuichi stretched out, groaning in discomfort, while Samuel Grant spoke up from Jin. “So… remind us again, why’d we travel to London in a cargo plane, then hitch a ride on the Orca’s rusted out brother?”
“Because Tsuburaya-san said that there was going to be some event here, and he wanted us here to act as security and backup should shit hit the fan.” Yashida explained, tossing away the now empty can. “And Kaina said she knew a few people who could smuggle us into the country, as well as a friend who can provide us with what we need once we arrived.”
“And your friend’ll meet us where, exactly?” Jake Lockley asked, idly picking his nails with a toothpick.
“He’ll be at the safehouse he picked.” Kaina assured him while Hecate finally returned. “Feeling better?”
Hecate only gave a ‘so-so’ gesture in response, laying down on her cot.
Twenty minutes later, the boat pulled in, and everyone climbed out, heading for a parking lot.
“So where’s our ride?/I hope it’s a Ferrari!” Marc asked, Twice popping in.
“My contact said he’d leave the keys here for us.” Kaina looking around until she found a trash can with a built in ashtray. Reaching under the top, she removed a set of car keys taped onto the underside of the roof. Clicking the fob, a beat up looking van responded with a *chirp chirp!* Everyone looked at each other, shrugged, and went in, Shuichi taking the driver’s seat.
“Okay, now where the hell are we going?” Yashida asked, rubbing her nose.
Kaina pulled out a map, then tapped a circled part. “Here, 61163 Monitor Way. I’ll guide you.”
Shuichi nodded, and drove to the address, which led to an abandoned suburban house covered in faded graffiti.
“Well, it ain’t the Ritz, but it’ll work.” Yashida mumbled. Hecate went forward, picking the lock and opening the door so everyone could bring their stuff in. The house had once been a nice place, but now it was covered in graffiti and rot.
“Alright, we have a basement.” Shuichi exclaimed happily.
“Why do you care about the basement?” Twice asked, while Shuichi looked away, embarrassed.
“Lizard instincts… I like being underground.”
“Well, you can take that room.” Kaina offered, holding out Shuichi’s bag for him. Accepting it, the heteromorph descended into the stairs, using a flashlight to inspect the temporary lodgings.
From the looks of things, the area had been a home lab of some kind, though the vigilante was not nearly smart enough to guess its function at a glance, though a few notes sealed in plastic indicated it was biology-based. Shrugging, Shuichi went to his duffelbag, pulling out a sleeping bag and his katana sword. Laying it near a lantern, Shuichi added the last and only personal effect he had brought. A framed picture of Eri, taken during Hakata Dontaku. The girl was staring in surprise at the sudden selfie, Jin and Shuichi having ambushed her with a camera while the girl ate sakura mochi.
“We miss her too.”
Shuichi looked over at Jin, the man’s messy blonde hair having grown out somewhat since that festival.
“Do you think she’ll be okay?”
Marc snorted. “Overhaul may be nuts, kid, but I doubt that even he’s ‘assault I. Island during the Expo’ nuts.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right…” Shuichi muttered, when the roar of an engine caught their attention.
Everyone ran outside, as approaching the house came a motorcycle, the driver stopping with an actual Akira slide, aided by a mechanical arm. The man stood up, removing the helmet to reveal a head of short red hair, and a cybernetic eye. Then, as if it was completely normal, he quickly set up a campstove with a kettle upon it.
“...who the fuck are you?” Lockley asked, Jin immediately reprimanding him for his rudeness. Kaina stepped forward.
“This is my contact, Giulio Gandini, a former Winter Soldier for the Italian HYDRA Branch. He’s here to help in exchange for a trip to Japan.”
“Good evening, vigilantes.” the man politely greeted, pouring himself some tea. “Welcome to New York.”
The Goblin paced through the warehouse, his android body moving stiffly. “How much longer, Doctor Patel?” he asked the woman, typing away at a computer. From her back emerged six clawed tentacles made of hardlight energy, each one typing away at a computer beside a table that looked straight out of a Saw film, with restraints and mechanical arms ending in surgical equipment.
“It’ll take about ten minutes, but we can’t even begin preparations until Sir Nighteye is here.” the minor-level technopath explained. As if on que, the doors to the makeship lab opened, a trio wearing devil, witch, and skull masks entered. Tied up and blindfolded on a dolley was Sir Nighteye. “Oh look, there he is!”
“Excellent… Paul, Catherine, Danny, get him set up on the table.”
“You’ve got it, Mister Green Goblin, sir!” the devil masked one, Paul, gleefully declared, dragging the pro hero to the table, Catherine and Danny happily restraining the man.
“I won’t talk, no matter what torture you put me under.” the Foresight hero proclaimed, unable to remove the blindfold as even his head was restrained.
“Torture? Sounds like fun!” Danny declared, drawing out a knife.
“Please, can we weaken him a bit?? I promise we won’t kill this one…!” Catherine begged, her voice airy and batshit insane.
“No. If he’s to have any chance of survival, he must be at perfect health.” Patel glared at the trio, who slumped in disappointment.
“Survival?” Nighteye asked, having stopped his struggled.
“You see… we have a special role for you, Sir Nighteye.” the AI approached, his mechanical legs whirring audibly.
“You’re… an AI.” Nighteye realized.
“That’s right… a brainscan of every nearly Goblin who wore the mask… the Ultimate Green Goblin, some of my loyal minions call me...” the Goblin King sighed. “But alas, I’m not there yet. Right now, stuck as an AI focused only on ‘logic,’ I’m limited in what the true Goblin should be capable of… and this body- no, this… cocoon is inadequate for that purpose.”
“See… being the Goblin is about more than just the bombs and gliders… it’s about the duality.” the AI explained, ignoring Patel rolling her eyes at the statement. “For a long time, no one could figure out who was under the original mask, because the Green Goblin wasn’t Norman. Not entirely, at least. See, Norman Osborn was the face he presented to the public, to his family, even himself… but with the serum, like Jekyll and Hyde, he was able to embrace his Jungian shadow… his other self made from all the emotions and instincts that Norman suppressed. And in doing so, by being Norman and Green, he eventually fused the two until neither could be separated, and thus he became whole.”
“I, however, am just ‘the Goblin.’ I have all the previous Goblin identities within me, but I have no human identity. I’m just a Shadow with no Persona. I can’t be the Ultimate Goblin because I’m missing the instinct, the emotion, the will. At best I can imitate them from memories, but in the end, it’s little more than the Chinese Room paradox. ‘I act this way because my data says that according to the memories of Norman or Roderick or Phil, they would respond like this’ and all that.”
“Why tell me all this?” the Foresight hero asked.
The AI smiled, because that’s what the previous Goblins would have done. “Because understanding the nature of the Goblin, will make the transition easier for both of us.”
“The… transition?!” Nighteye asked with increasing horror.
“Congratulations, you’re gonna be the King!” Paul declared while Catherine and Danny cackled evilly.
“That’s right… and once the good doctor finishes her setup, I’ll transfer my consciousness to a microchip that we’ll surgically implant into your brain right by the prefrontal cortex. Then, once James returns with the perfected Goblin Serum, we’ll turn your body into a temple that will make Norman Osborn’s look pathetic!” Seeing the hero’s horrified expression, the Goblin tutted. “Oh, don’t worry, you’ll still be alive… your consciousness won’t be in control, but you’ll see everything that I do in your body.”
“But… why me?” Sir Nighteye asked.
“Well, originally I was going to use David Shield, on account of his genius matching mine and his daughter being a Spider… I also thought of that Irving Brown character, since he could make bombs on a whim… but then I overheard this delightful conversation between your former mentor and that Mysterio brat. Now, I don’t really care about Quirks… you’re basically just the new Mutants… but even I can’t deny how useful a quirk like Foresight will be for my organization.”
“Besides… I like making heroes suffer.”
*BLAM!*
A Life Model Decoy of Tony Stark sneaking up behind All Might was blasted away, its killer a young man with bleached blonde hair whose hand had a shotgun barrel sticking out of it.
“Thank you very much, Mr..?”
“Hammer. Jacob Hammer, of Hammer Industries.” the young man said.
“Well thank you, young Hammer, but you should join the other civilians!!” All Might declared before leaping back into the fray agains the Goblin Nation’s forces.
Grumbling, the young man went to the corner where several of the non-hero guests had taken refuge, the Medic Hero Knight Surgeon and the Yaoyoroza heiress tending to the wounded.
“You’re Senator Jackson Hammer’s son, right?” asked the CEO of Detnerat, one of the few non-heroes that was fighting off the invaders. Crushing an Octobot beneath a massive fist, he continued his conversation. “Rikiya Yotsubashi. I worked with your father on a few projects in the past. He inspired me to focus my company-” the CEO paused to swat away an Ultron drone. “On the mechanical side of Support Gear.”
“Indeed I am, Yotsubashi-san.” Jacob confirmed, ejecting the ammo-less shotgun from his arm, replacing it with a fallen HYDRA Drone’s Laser rifle. “My father always spoke highly of you, said that you inspired his advocacy for being lenient on Quirk laws.”
“He and I shared similar beliefs.” Rikiya admitted with a smile.
“Well, I happen to agree with them.” the young man said, blasting away a clunky looking suit of Iron Man armor, to his secret joy. “Perhaps, when the last of the robots are destroyed and everything calms down, we could chat?” he asked, to the Japanese CEO’s visible delight.
All Might, ignorant of the conversation, finally took down the Goblin Knight. Looking around, the pro laughed heartily. “Looks like we’re all finished up here!! Now, let’s find the rest of the Goblin Nation and show them why we’re the best Heroes in the World!”
With a thunderous cheer, the pro heroes ran for the doors, the Italian Hero Signore Jupiter slashing open the locks with his spear, only for a series of red tendrils to shoot out and stab him, throwing him into a wall.
“Oh heroes… that was just round one!!”
Jumping through the doors, landing on all fours, was a woman. They could only tell she was female because of her figure, as everything else wasn’t even human looking. She was covered in a bloody red and pitch black slime with tentacles undulating off of her, a large mass mimicking hair swaying menacingly, two teardrop-like eyes observing the humans around her, while insane giggles escaped from the fanged maw that was her mouth.
Busting through the wall was a massive chimeric person with a wolf-like head, fish gills, bird talons and wings, and a long, thick lizard tail, licks of flame escaping from his jaws. He pulled out a cigar, held in a deformed bird’s talon, pulsing veins glowing with a brightness matching the flames used to ignite the cigar. “Now, you sons ‘a bitches gotta deal with us.”
Lastly was a man in a semi-liquid Iron Man armor, hovering in with a pair of swords in hand. He floated above everyone as tendrils of metal undulated off of his back, lashing out to cover the broken remains of chairs and tables, turning them into vaguely humanoid monsters.
“And we’re not leaving until we’ve proved just how beneath us you all are.”