<span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-weight: bold">Villains</span></span><br/><br/>The Nightman hit an "X" in the top right corner of the manual, and it disappeared.<br/><br/>"Ok guys, all we have to do is destroy the town, these little bars above our heads fill up, and then we can close a checkpoint. I'm not sure why...I'm not sure what it does...but apparently...this is what The Dayman wants. He would do well to have chosen the path of evil with us, because he seems to be quite good at it. No matter!"<br/><br/>He dug his heels into the side of his obsidian tiger, which reeled backwards and let out a road before planting its feet again.<br/><br/>"Let's head out!"<br/><br/>He took off into the town and began mauling patrons as they fled the local market (filling his bar considerably), which seemed to be in disarray as it is. A power up appeared nearby, which the tiger mistook for food. It bounded towards it, disobeying any kicks or tugs on its reigns by The Nightman. The gemstone cat pounced on a floating steel box, and it disappeared into thin air. Irritated and now ultimately just bored, as cats naturally are, it curled up on the ground and began to nap. The Nightman kicked at its sides and began to cuss, but it wouldn't budge.<br/><br/>"Mangy cat refuses to listen to me. No matter, I suppose now is a good a time as any to see what this box does."<br/><br/>He reached up and clicked on the steel box, which appeared again and began to open up and lay itself down on The Nightman and the obsidian tiger.<br/><br/>"What the hell!"<br/><br/>The Nightman dove off of his mount and narrowly escape being swallowed by the box, which he presumed to be a trap.<br/><br/>"I presume that was a trap, or something. Stupid box. Now what will I ride?"<br/><br/>He met the container with a swift kick, and it began to shake and transform. A gnashing of metal and shrieking of the obsidian tiger began to fill the air, causing discomfort for passersby and causing the bar to trickle a bit. The monstrosity began to rise and grow, until a giant mechanical, obsidian steel tiger was left in its place. There was a hiss as a cockpit opened, and The Nightman simply shrugged and climbed in.<br/><br/>"I bet Schroedinger never thought that would happen if he put a cat in a box."<br/><br/>With his new, easily controlled tiger mech, he began to tear through the city head first through building after building, and honking the horn which caused the mech to rawr at passersby and occasionally eat them.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Interference</span></span><br/><br/>The Dayman slammed on the breaks and parked next to Vespi.<br/><br/>"Lucky chance beating me to the first checkpoint, perhaps you have some royalty in you after all!"<br/><br/>He saw Lionel racing towards Stratus, dripping wet. He chuckled to himself and leaned backwards, placing his hands on the top of his head and his feet on the dashboard. He scratched his codpiece and turned to Vespi again.<br/><br/>"The kid took a pit stop too early in this race it seems. Do you atmos thingies even use the restroom? I mean not REAL restrooms of course, those are reserved for the upper class, such as myself. But you know...trees, bushes, hobos, you know poor people restrooms. Someone really ought to tell that kid he is human."<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Stratus saw Lionel racing towards him, or rather, smelled him racing towards him. He slid his bike to a halt and stepped off, opening his containers of swords. He began shuffling them together, and connecting some swords to others. While he worked, taking his sweet time, he laughed at Lionel.<br/><br/>"Hey whizz kid, you seem pretty...how does that phrase go....pissed on? No....no...Ah! Pissed off. That's it. Man. I don't care how much you grow, you still aren't bigger than a gigantic tough atmosfaerie biker like me. You don't even stand a chance."<br/><br/>He finished fiddling with his swords, and heave back his arms with a huge groan. His sword equaled in height with that of the now super sized Lionel, and was atleast a few body lengths larger than Stratus himself. He clenched his fists and electricity began to run through the absurdly large sword and he smirked and took a stance.<br/><br/>"Let's do this."