"Annnnnd we're back!" Control Freak declared, spreading his arms wide, as if he was attempting to embrace his large and adoring audience. "Did you miss me?"
"Finally!" Argent cried out, looking beautiful as she fumed. "I've been waiting for ages, my friends are in mortal peril, and I'm bored."
"Bored, are you?" Control Freak cackled magnificently, "Well, let us see—"
"Us? You're usin' the royal plural now?"
"The audience!" Control Freak said, infuriated that the girl of his dreams did not have the intellect to match up with her stunning good looks.
"People are watchin' this? What did you have to do, hold 'em at gunpoint?" Argent asked, still unimpressed by the sheer awesomeness that is Control Freak.
"As if!" He crowed, tossing his elegant hair over his shoulder. "But as I was saying," he sent a pointed look at the silver haired beauty, "Let us see if you are bored after fighting off these, without your powers!" A thick silver collar appeared, fastening itself around her neck.
He then pressed the button on his remote; causing three dozen large hooded creatures appear in the middle of Piccadilly Circus, who promptly started to attack civilians. Another button on his awesome remote control caused the native teen to appear after.
For a moment, she stood perfectly still, staring, awestruck at the scene in front of her, not even moving. Then she turned to the large screen that hung above Piccadilly Circus, which had the honor of bearing Control Freak's magnificent image, throwing her arms up into the air.
"For the love of all things that are even remotely sacred! Please tell me that you are not going to make me fight ****** robots that are based off ****** Dementors, from Harry ****** Potter! Are you really that desperate ideas, that you have to steal ideas from a piece of literature that every. Last. Person. In. This. City. Has read?"
"I didn't steal it!" Control Freak protested, hurt that the fair heroine would suspect him of the horrid crime of plagiarism. "It's an homage."
"They're walking copy-right infringements! Are you really that lame, that you have to resort to stupid tricks like that to make yourself an even remote threat?"
"I'm not lame!" Control Freak screamed at the foul mouth witch.
"Oh, go *** off, you ****** *******," Argent said. "I've got civilians to save." She turned, used super-stregnth that Control Freak didn't know she had to rip off a chunk of a lamp-post, and began to use it to viciously mutilate his totally awesome hooded robots, that in no way whatsoever resembled the Dementors from Harry Potter.
"Language," Control Freak said, expressing his discontent at the situation by jutting out his bottom lip. He perked up, noting that he still held the last Titan prisoner. "And now, it's time for Jericho to face his challenge! Can the blonde boy—"
If I have to battle anything from Lord of the Rings, I will find you, and force feed you the entire trilogy, one page at a time, Jericho vowed. Including the Appendixes. .