'ORA!'<br/><br/>John charged and uppercutted Black Hole Sun, scattering his rotted teeth, tearing decayed skin, and knocking the Abyssal six inches into the air.<br/><br/>'ORAORAORAORAORAORAORA!<span style="font-weight: bold">ORA!</span>'<br/><br/>Striking Sun with a flurry of punches, John finished his combo with a biotically-supplemented Heaven Thunder Hammer, blasting him towards the Mask, who responded by backhanding the Abyssal out of the way. Again. To make it three out of three, John hurled the unconscious Maiden of the Mirthless Smile as well with Crashing Wave Throw. The results were similar, leaving the Dusk with her spine turned to powder and lying in a heap ten meters away. Before the Mask could return to his normal stance, John charged and attempted to wrestle with the Mask once again.<br/><br/>'You think you can grapple with me, cabron? You failed last time, what makes you think you can win this time?' The Mask punctuated his taunt with his own Crashing Wave Throw, hurling John back with such force that Gold Experience's spinal reinforcement plating shattered. Alarms and damage readouts ran across John's display. He drew his pistol nonetheless and fired at the Mask for what little good it could do.<br/><br/>'That wasn't the plan, Masky. Check your belt!'<br/><br/>The wrestler scoffed and flicked away the grenade John had planted, ignoring the incendiary rounds that hit his bare chest.<br/><br/>'A cheap trick, Solar boy! Did you really think you could fool me with th--'<br/><br/>'Look again at the grenade,' John said.<br/><br/>Upon closer inspection, John had tied a string of monowire around the grenade, which was unarmed. As it traveled away from the Mask, the string pulled off the activation pin on the targeting beacon John had latched to the back of the Mask's belt. On cue, a stream of molten ferro-fluid rained down on the Mask, fired from the<span style="font-style: italic">Midway's</span>thanix cannons. Before the Cerberus leader could react, another blast knocked him prone. And then a third pushed him deeper into the ground. Roaring in rage, the Mask of Winters pulled himself out of the crater, activating the Adamant Skin Technique. It was a strange variation on it, somehow corrupt and deadened, the faux adamant mixed with faux soulsteel. It was neither truly Solar nor truly Abyssal. The Mask was exhausted now, as tired as the younger Exalted he faced. He raised his arm, index finger pointed upwards as a black omni-tool manifested about his hand.<br/><br/>'Heaven's Door!' he yelled. With a crack of thunder, he and his Abyssal shore party were gone, teleported away to Sol knows where. Despite his departure, though, the Mask left a present: a black sphere of energy which rose into the sky, purple lightning arcing about it. In an instant, the lightning stabbed out into the nearby corpses, animating the Cerberus troopers' Reaper implants with a breath of blasphemous un-life.<br/><br/>Please be Romero zombies, John thought silently, or at least just idiot husks.