"What?!" asked Wyldstyle, her eyes going wide in horror.
"This isn't good," said Chase, backing up to stand next to Wyldstyle and the struggling Emmet, trying to keep all enemies in sight at all times.
Though his gun was ripped from his hands, as Magneto used his powers and all but pulled Chase a few paces forward before the gun left the Agent's hand. The gun was sent flying across the room, before landing in Magneto's hand.
"Uh…such primitive weaponry," scoffed Magneto, rolling an eye slowly before he threw the gun to one side; the force being so great that it imbedded itself into the wall, barrel first.
"Oh, it is definitely not good; well, for you, anyway," said Dr Inferno, a light, but sinister, chuckle to his voice as he spoke, rubbing his hands together excitedly.
A few seconds later, Wyldstyle felt Emmet grab her forearms and, moments later, she was sent flying through the air in Lord Business' office; she hit the wall, barely missing the windows into the Void below.
Chase watched Wyldstyle's flight path, before he turned his head sharply back to Emmet; the construction worker was slowly getting to his feet, his eyes darkening to a dark red, matching the colour of the, once Golden, now Blood Red Chi, in his chest.
Emmet slowly paced a few seconds forward, his hands going to his head to hold it in place, as he grunted in pain; but as more grunts came from him, they started to become distorted and deeper. Suddenly, Emmet's arms were thrown out and he shouted loudly.
Not a second later, a large column of blood red light came bursting through the roof, temporarily blinding all those in the room, as it landed over Emmet, throwing the figure into a silhouette. As the area around Emmet seemed to burn or fade away in flames, the shouts coming from Emmet started to become more distorted, as though he was fazing in and out of reality.
"Emmet!" shouted Laval, blocking his eyes with his forearm while holding his Chi Blade in his other, trying to approach the column of red; but when he was near, a shot of red lightning sparked out from the column, hitting the ground at Laval's feet.
Laval would've been history; if Captain America hadn't tackled him out of the way, and tackled both of them out of harm's way.
Looking back over their shoulders, Laval and Captain America noticed the light intensifying; but at the same time, the area of which the column covered was growing smaller and smaller, as though concentrating whatever it was doing into one area.
And just like it had appeared, the red column of light disappeared; if one was to just arrive, they would have only know something had happened was by the burning ring at the centre of the room, with the good and bad factions of people on either side of the circle, cautious approaching to see what was in the centre.
Chase, Captain America and Laval couldn't see any of the colours that they would associate with Emmet; no orange, no blue, no brown…not even the yellow of his face. The only colours that were in the circle of fire, were red and black.
A figure slowly raised up from the thin layer of ash that had formed during the strange appearance of the red column, which would remind one of the myth of Phoenix's being reborn from the ashes of its previous life.
If there was one word to describe the figure that was rising up, it would be; dark. The figure was clad in black robes, with a few red accents on the chest and black arms and gloves. He had black legs, with red accents from the robes on the legs, as well as the robes that hung around from his neck, going down to his feet.
The torso had a few symbols on it; one stood out in particular, which appeared to be a number of tally marks covering the right side. But what they were counting, no-one knew.
A pair of black vambraces were around the wrists of the figure, again, with dark red accents. A black hood covered a bit of the figure's head in shadows. Though what could be seen of the face was that there was a red light coming from under the hood, looking as though it was replacing where the eyes should be. A pair of swords hanging at the sides of the figure.
"Emmet?" asked Chase cautiously, taking a few steps closer slowly, pulling out a secondary pistol, just in case.
No reply came from the figure, who only turned to face Chase and the other good guys; they got a response, however, in the form of the figure raising a hand up. This was quickly followed by a choking feeling in Laval, Chase and Captain America's throat.
The three figures gagged, Laval dropped his Chi Blade, Cap. America dropping his shield and Chase's gun dropping to the ground, as all three of them were lifted into the air a few feet above the ground. The figure turned his hand slowly, and the figures felt the very life starting to fade away from the very atoms of their body.
"The Anti-Builder is here," commented Dr Inferno, a sadistic, and insane, smile on his face as he watched the Anti-Builder slowly deal with Chase and his two comrades.
Chase looked down at his hand, and was alarmed to see that his hand was slowly separating from his arm, and an agonising pain filled his body. He glanced over at Captain America and Laval; Laval was losing one of his arms, and Cap. America was dealing with losing his legs.
Before anything serious, and permanent, happened, Wyldstyle must have woken up from her attack, and quickly ran the short distance between herself and the Anti-Builder, and tackled him out of the ring of fire. The figure that were being choked and disassembled were rebuilt and dropped to the ground, trying to catch their breath.
"Get. Out. Of. My. Boy. Friend's. Body!" shouted Wyldstyle, punching the Anti-Builder's head between each of her words, her anger reflecting off both her words and her fists. After she landed a few more, the Anti-Builder recovered from the surprise attack.
He grabbed Wyldstyle's fists as they came in, and with super-hero force, spun around and threw Wyldstyle at Chase and Laval; the two male figures were only getting up when Wyldstyle knocked into them, knocking them onto their back once again.
"You're no match for the Anti-Builder; he has the plans of over a thousand ideas in his head, and more than a million ways to disassemble you; a hundred thousand of which, you probably don't even know!" shouted Inferno, a sadistic chuckle coming off of him as he approached Anti-Builder, who didn't seem to care for the bay guys behind him; focusing on the people in front of him.
His fists slowly becoming covered in red flames, the Anti-Builder slowly approached Laval, Chase, Captain America and Wyldstyle; the four of them getting into fighting stances.