<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Villains</span></span><br/><br/>The Nightman, growing quite impatient by the lack of movement in his plot (see what I did there?), pulled another remote controlled device from his wrist. It was a miniature helicopter with the Project Midnight logo on the front, right above a camera hanging from the bottom of the aircraft. Two pixies occupied the remote controlled helicopter, one pilot with aviator shades, the other a fast talking no nonsense reporter in a full suit and microphone already pressed against his lips.<br/><br/>It seemed as if he was speaking, but The Nightman could not make out the high pitched and seemingly far away bits of gibberish. He hurried and pressed a button on the control console of the Obsidian Tiger Mech, and a feed from the heli-cam began to stream to a screen in the dash.<br/><br/>"...as if we have our first assignment here folks. We have just...literally...as we are going out to all the viewers right now...this instant...as in seriously right now...have been summoned through some sort of portal and are awaiting what I can only expect to be orders, from some..giant karate expert with a controller."<br/><br/>The Nightman flipped on the controller and the helicopter kicked into life, and hovered right in front of his face.<br/><br/>"Folks it seems as if, this giant does in fact, quite literally, right now...as we speak....have a controller that well...for lack of a better expression controls our Channel Twelve Live Action Literally Right Now Newscopter. Right now. So I apologize for those of you missing the Channel Twelve Live Action Literally Right Now Newscopter Traffic Report. Mark how are you handling this strange..literal turn..of events? As the pilot of our Channel Twelve Live Action Literally Right Now Newscopter?"<br/><br/>Mark, a laid back man of few words, simply shrugged, and kept his hands on the controls of his machine. The Nightman shook his head and placed his eyes right next to the front of the tiny helicopter to address the pixies inside.<br/><br/>"Now listen up, there is a very exciting race going on right now, with what seems to be a series of checkpoints that no one really knows anything about. Find out the locations of the remaining checkpoints and get back to me."<br/><br/>The veteran pixie newcaster flipped his hair and turned to look at the camera, which of course was only imaginary as the real camera was situated under the helicopter.<br/><br/>"There you have it folks, we have literally, just now, discovered our new plan of action. So I would like to introduce you to our new segment, The Channel Twelve Live Action Literally Right Now Usurped Newscopter Race Report. Stay tuned for all of the excitement!"<br/><br/>The Nightman smirked, nothing said true power like controlling a news station, and then whisked the copter away to map out the race.<br/><br/>"Well folks, it seems as if there are possibly about a dozen racers down here, and the town is in ruins. There are currently two checkpoints that are no longer glowing, that seem to be literally, right now...turned off and out of commission. The a group, made of an atmosfaerie, a few humans, a cat, another thing that I can only really describe as a cat that looks like the other cat, a squid thing, the famous rockstar Fenris Dragon-Heart, and the last object I can't truly make out. It is far too sparkly for our camera to even pick up. But they all seem to be headed, literally, to the same checkpoint. However, on the other end of the city, there are three more still glowing checkpoints, that are literally, unoccupied and unscathed, this seems quite unusual.  Mr. The Nightman I believe this may be literally, what you have been searching for."<br/><br/>The Nightman kicked back and hit the autopilot switch on the controller, which actually does not give actual control to the pilot of the helicopter, and put his wrist to his lips, opening a portal behind the ears of Sark and Horror.<br/><br/>"You two get all of that? There are three portal after this next one. I am sick of waiting to make our move. Each of us will grab a portal, and there is no chance that The Dayman will escape us. Take your positions."<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Interference</span></span><br/><br/>Stratus sniffled a bit and ignored his bike to run right after Fenris and swinging his sword wildly about.<br/><br/>"Nooooo! MY KITTY. MY KITTY!!!"<br/><br/>The Dayman sighed, and deducted another point from Stratus' beer count, and then acknowledged both comments from Fenris and Cale.<br/><br/>"I'm not quite sure who we fight next, but I think it would be best if we tag these bikers on our way to the next checkpoint and fill our destruction meters up. "<br/><br/>The Dayman took off his codpiece, and whacked a biker in the face as he passed by, causing the victim to fall off of his blade bike and roll into the road.<br/><br/>"Yeah, that ought to take care of that."