<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Infiltration Team</span></span><br/><br/>Geirhald growled, an angry sandstorm rumbling over a craggy steppe. “Traitor…Ephantus…”<br/><br/>Jereman Opheia grinned. “I much prefer to be on this side of your warform, Ephantus.” Hurricane in hand, Jereman advanced on Kayla, Izaak, and Geirhald. “Haley delayed…Thief girl runaway…and now your machine friend has turned traitor. Things aren’t looking so good for you, Storm Riders.”<br/><br/>He slashed horizontally at them with Hurricane, blowing out the wall and opening the hall to the city, newly restored by the Dayman. Confused, Crosswind threw up a thick barrier of cycling winds while he examined it.<br/><br/>“My city…restored…I assume this was somehow your doing. Well, no matter. I’ve grown bored of fighting in this confined space. The wind has no room to rush except through a narrow space.” The wind barrier rotated towards the Infiltrators, pushing them towards the opening. “I think it’s time we move this battle out of my castle. Updraft.” A fierce gust of wind pushed the three remaining Infiltrators out the gap in the wall and into the city.<br/><br/>“Do try to keep from breaking too many things, Ephantus, yeah?” Very casually, he stepped over the edge and walked on the air over the city.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">In the City</span></span><br/><br/>Horror frowned. He didn’t like having his flesh minion ignored like that.<br/><br/>“I don’t like having my flesh minion ignored like that,” he repeated and began contemplating his next plan of action. He didn’t exactly like Sark. Not that he liked the Nightman particularly, but he definitely didn’t like Sark.<br/><br/>“Pff. Vampire. How very droll.” With deliberate gracefulness, Horror dug his hands into the earth and began pumping as much of his weird monster energy into the ground. Within seconds, the earth erupted, producing hulking golems held together with a sort of goopy black gelatin that made squishy noises when they moved.<br/><br/>“Jelly golems,” he muttered. “Not what I was going for, but still better than owl-girls. Although they did make a nice salad. Anyway, minions! Attack…Sark’s Vampires!”<br/><br/>And lo, did the jelly golems began fighting Sark’s Vampires.<br/><br/>Horror, meanwhile, spread his wings and advanced on Sark. “Sark!” He shouted. “You’ll pay for your insults!”<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Jeremiah Lettucehead</span></span><br/><br/>Jeremiah fit his helmet on his lettuce head and did his best with Alias. “Here.” He put the lizard man’s claws around the control. “Press this button to attack with guns. This button drops bombs. Get it? Got it? Good.”<br/><br/>The plane revved to life. “Let’s fly, baby!”<br/><br/>Within minutes, they were flying low above the scene of madness where vampires and jelly golems fought squids and Sailor Solar and Atmosfaerie. “Whoa. Weird. Fire away, Scales!”