<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Interference/Villains</span></span><br/><br/>The Channel Twelve Live Action Literally Right Now Usurped Newscopter Race Report flew over head as Pullio began his rampage, and what seemed like a few different sets of fights were beginning to start. It circled back around the battlefield and hovered right next to The Nightman and SIRI. The pixie anchor hung out of The Channel Twelve Live Action Literally Right Now Usurped Newscopter Race Report and looked into the camera.<br/><br/>"Well folks, this seems to literally not bode well your favorite news organization's new owner. Mr. The Nightman, would you care to comment on this obvious derailing of your plans to confront The Dayman, who we still have yet to get a clean shot of as his codpiece is just too glorious and shiny for our cameras to pick up. I mean really the glare, literally, has been picked up by our cameras, literally miles away. What is that thing even made of?"<br/><br/>The Nightman sighed, half at Pullio, half at SIRI's demands to abandon a fight, half at the ineptitude of The Channel Twelve Live Action Literally Right Now Usurped Newscopter Race Report news team, half at The Dayman showing up with cat thing and the racially confused hair guy, and honestly half at himself.<br/><br/>"Well...the best laid plans I suppose, right?"<br/><br/>The pixie anchor was taken aback and blinked a few times, before turning to to his pilot. Who seemed equally just as confused.<br/><br/>"Mr. Nightman...er...Sir...what about the best laid plans?"<br/><br/>The Nightman sighed again...this time at being surrounded by idiocy.<br/><br/>"The best laid plans of mice and men...? It's...it's a phrase. Do you...do pixies just NOT have culture?  Either way. Just...just keep rolling ok? Can you atleast manage that?"<br/><br/>He attempted to take a step forward, but SIRI was still holding on to him.<br/><br/>"We will leave, but I have something to take care of first."<br/><br/>He calmly tore himself away her and began to march towards The Dayman. The Nightman lifted his wrist, opening the infinity portal within his body, and shot a series of chains, japanese porn tentacles, spikes, handcuffs (both fuzzy and not), snakes, duct tape, and a kitchen sink towards his foe.<br/><br/>The Dayman was struck with the steel and organic matter  and flew into the base of the checkpoint, where he became pinned. The Dayman watched his clone royally swagger his way to him, and began to laugh.<br/><br/>"Do you really think you can control this body? You may be a clone. You may have my cells, my blood, my royal DNA. BUT YOU WILL NEVER HAVE MY ROYAL SPIRIT!"<br/><br/>The Dayman began to glow furiously with the purple hue of pomp and flexed his codpiece, which sent a dazzling shockwave from head to toe that dismantled his shackles (and the tentacles of course...which were still attempting to be a bit gropey).<br/><br/>"Royal spirit only comes from birth rights. Something that a lab rat like you would never be able to understand."<br/><br/>He thrust his codpiece outwards and a beam of pomp sprang forth and began to close the gap between the two combatants, and then reflected off of The Nightman effortlessly.<br/><br/>The Nightman dusted his shoulders for effect, and continued walking towards The Dayman, whose body began to feel heavier and heavier. His knees buckled and he collapsed onto the ground, unable to move at all.<br/><br/>"Do you feel that, Ali? You may have birth right, but that makes you weak. I can control you."<br/><br/>As he came within a few feet of the codpiece, The Nightman began to glow and channel his own dark pomp to create an unbelievable power.<br/><br/>"Though I do not like to be indebted to anyone, I suppose I should thank you for giving me these powers. That's right, my prince, this codpiece," he bent down to caress the jewel incrusted crotch covering, "is only an antenna. A way to amplify your powers. Being a prince made you lazy. You relied on this," he rubbed his cheek along the crest of the codpiece and felt a tingle in his own spine, "this...precious gift...to hone your powers. Instead of training on your own."<br/><br/>He stepped backwards and sent out two tentacles which wrapped themselves around the ankles of The Dayman.<br/><br/>"I am much more powerful than you without it, but I admit, I need it to carry out my plans. And because you are unworthy...you are going to hand it over to me."<br/><br/>The Nightman flexed his hands and The Dayman's body began to tremble and his hands glided down his perfectly formed body to the clasps of his beloved codpiece.<br/><br/>"Give it to me, Ali."<br/><br/>The Dayman, unhooked his codpiece and tossed it to The Nightman, who held it up for his own eyes to behold.<br/><br/>"It truly is beautiful, isn't it?"<br/><br/>He wasted no time and donned the royal codpiece. The Nightman held his arms out and tilted his head back, as gears were heard turning beneath the codpiece. It began to spread out across his body, creating a set of jewel studded knee and shoulder pads and a sparkling masquerade mask.<br/><br/>"Hmmm...this will never do."<br/><br/>The Nightman imbued his new armor with a trace amount of dark pomp and it turned a shade darker than obsidian.<br/><br/>"Much better."<br/><br/>He turned to Pullio, who was presumably still having some sort of beserking existential crisis, and called back over his shoulder to Stratus, Koko, and The Dayman.<br/><br/>"Have fun, I believe our barbarian has a play date to attend."<br/><br/>He opened up a portal at his feet and called out to SIRI and The Channel Twelve Live Action Literally Right Now Usurped Newscopter Race Report.<br/><br/>"I believe we will take our leave now."<br/><br/>And he hopped into the portal to return to the Project Midnight base.<br/><br/>With The Dayman out cold on the ground from grief, Stratus stepped up to take on his manliest task yet. He lifted his eyes to address Koko, still nestled atop his head.<br/><br/>"Well kitty num nums, looks like we have to take care of things here. You ready?"