<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Infiltration Team</span></span><br/><br/>Ephantus’ laser burned a red-hot hole through the door to Jereman’s office. And through his desk and chair. And the wall beyond. And continued on into the distance, roasting some passerby birds and confusing farmers out in the fields, oblivious to any commotion occurring in Stormfront. Yes, Ephantus’ beam should have destroyed the Crosswind…but it did not. Come on, what kind of RP do you think this is?<br/><br/>“You…” a low, growling voice sounded over the hum of the destruction beam, “come into my city…kill my soldiers…rob the bank…destroy the city around you because the bank was a giant robot…then you actively begin to cause millions of dollars in property damage…endanger the lives of thousands of peaceful citizens…and now you’ve broken into my palace…” The remainder of the wall facing them burst open to reveal a handsome young man dressed in black with a forest green cape trailing behind him. His blond hair was whipped around by the same invisible wind that blew his cape. He marched out calmly, the edge of Ephantus’ beam unable to pierce the edge of what appeared to be a spherical barrier of swirling air.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Blade Lord Jereman Opheia: The Crosswind<br/>HP: 49678/49678<br/>MP: 5790/5790<br/>Abilities: Invisible Air, Wind Blade, Atmospheric Pressure, Vacuum Seal, Vortex Shredder</span><br/><br/>“Do you still believe that you are the heroes, here? Wind Blade!” He cut his arm in a downward slice and sent a blade of compressed air flying at Geirhald and company. “That you’re going to somehow win the day?”<br/><br/>Geirhald expanded his form and let the wind blade pass through him (although right at the others) and shouted, “You…stole…home!” He reached out with an limbs of loose sand and tried to squeeze the Invisible Air barrier around Opheia. “Stormfront…my…home!” But it was no use. Geirhald’s form was too dissociated to do much of anything. The Crosswind shrugged him off with a contemptuous sneer.<br/><br/>“I’m willing to bet that you and your Storm Riders” he said the name like something foul had landed on his tongue “have done more damage to your city than I ever did? Have you looked outside? There’s no city left for you to take back! Vacuum Seal!” He clenched his fist and it seemed as if all the air had been sucked out of the hall. For everyone except him, of course. “Give up this foolish campaign. You don’t know the powers you meddle with!”<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-weight: bold">Interference Team</span></span><br/><br/>Sailor Solar recoiled from Koko’s attack in time to witness the Dayman summon the fire tornado. Thinking quickly, he twirled around again, sending bishie sparkles everywhere, and absorbed both his fire and the Dayman’s fire.<br/><br/>“Can…can it be?” Even though the Dayman had figured it out some time ago, Sailor Solar hadn’t been listening. Alright, fine. I didn’t tell him. How was I supposed to know that would turn out to be an important character development point? “Ali…he staggered towards the Dayman before lurching forward and placing both his hands upon the codpiece, feeling every jewel encrusted on the magnificent royal adornment, every subtle ridge and perfection. Oh, how it felt so right in his hands, to have it back after all these years. He yearned for it to once more grace the manscaped wasteland of his loins.<br/><br/>“It is you!” He yanked on the codpiece until the Dayman was pressed face-to-face with Sailor Solar, still gripping the codpiece firmly. “I mean…me…I’m you from the future! Please, you must listen to me! He’s coming! He’s coming hard and fast and soon! He’ll come upon you very took to seize this.” He yanked on the codpiece again for emphasis. “And you must fight him! You must stop his coming!” He began shaking the Dayman violently from the codpiece. “You must not let him have this, do you understand?”