<strong>Alias: </strong>Creeping Shadow<br/><strong>Your Team:</strong>Team F<br/><strong>Interacting with:</strong>Kid King<br/><br/>Ahh, yes. Good, good. The asshole was getting what he deserved. That's CS's thoughts on the matter, at least. He couldn't care less if KK was another hero; right now, they're enemies.<br/><br/>The kick sinks into the shadowy puddle below him, and though he is not wet by any means, the sensation is entirely like thrusting ones knee into a puddle. He hits the clothing, and the ground, but that's the only thing of real substance now.  In fact, if one looked closely, they'd even see droplets of shadow fly away from the main body, as if it were water being splashed around.<br/><br/>The darkness would flow around the front side of the limb, and, unless the material of his clothing was resistant to corrosion, he'd dissolve the material. Taking the time to do so, means that the Kid has a chance to get away without damage to his body; but if he lingers or continues his futile assault, he'll wind up with even more chemical burns.