Predator and Chill Blaine circled each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. "You haven't changed a bit, Chill," Predator said as he tried looking for a weakness in his enemy's form.

"I could say the same for you, Andrew," Chill Blaine replied as he suddenly brought up his hands and shot icicles at his old friend.

Predator's response was to fire his plasma cannon, effectively melting the icicles mid-flight and turning them to steam due to the intense heat of the plasma blasts. "You always start most of your fights with that move," Predator snarled as he fired several plasma blasts at his opponent, to which his opponent easily side stepped the attack. "Yet you make up for your predictability by a steady defense. Strange. I remember you having a pure offensive approach," Predator pondered as his AI continued to draw up a battle plan.

"Things change, Andrew. You should know that better than anyone. You were our leader," Chill said before pausing to take a breath. "We followed you into battle many times. You always lead us to victory. We looked up to you," Chill said as he took a dep breath as he prepared his energy for his next attack. "That is, until you killed Cynthia!" Chill yelled in rage as he clapped his hands together and created a swirling torrent of ice that struck his armored opponent.

"You know ice has no effect on adamantium," Predator mocked as the swirling torrent of sharp ice simply struck his armor without leaving any physical marking. He took aim and fired another plasma blast at his opponent. This time, his aim was true, as the blue blast struck his opponent in his armored chest, knocking him backwards into a wall, "but my plasma cannon can melt ice, and I'm also suspecting it can melt your armor," Predator snarled as he charged up and fired a plasma beam at his weakened opponent. The blue beam struck his opponent in the gut and seemed to force him back deeper into the wall, but to his surprise, his armored enemy put his armored palms up to block the beam and started walking towards him, bringing the beam with him.

Omeran looked at the heroes before her. "So, you are the finest S.H.I.E.L.D. has to offer," she said sarcastically. "Frankly, I'm underwhelmed."

"Underwhelmed or not, it's time for a rematch," White Tiger growled, claws extended.

"Indeed," Omeran replied coldly, staring at Power Man, who was standing right in front of Cloak. "I could say the same thing to you," she added, directing the remark at the shades-wearing hero.

"Then what are we waiting for?" Power Man asked.

The heroes surged forward, but a forest of cables shot up to greet them. Power Man quickly became entangled in them, as was White Tiger. Dagger was caught, but began cutting her way out with her light daggers, while Cloak evaded capture entirely. "Booyah!" Nova shouted as he appeared behind Omeran with Cloak's help. "Prepare to go down!" He shouted. A piece of sheet metal from the floor slapped him aside and wrapped around him, holding him in place.

Omeran stood there, breathing a bit heavily as her right arm dangled. She was still recovering from getting her shoulder broken, but she could still fight. Before she could do anything, Cloak appeared behind her and attempted to engulf her, but she dodged, managing to trap the teleporting hero. She was interrupted by the sound of Power Man ripping himself free of the wires. "Great," Omeran muttered…

"So, it seems you upgraded your armor," Predator mused as his HUD brought up warning signs about the plasma beam getting pushed back at him, "but it doesn't matter," Predator sighed. He increased power to his cannon, and the result came a few seconds later as the beam overpowered his enemy and pushed him back into the wall.

"How about a fair fight, Andrew!?" Chill yelled as the plasma beam began to heat up his normally ice cold armor.

"Why should I give you a fair fight?" Predator snarled as he continued to focus his beam on his struggling opponent, "You broke into the Academy, attacked and badly hurt Squirrel Girl and White Tiger. You didn't give them a fair fight," Predator raged as he turned his beam's energy, even all the while his AI was warning him that the continued energy to the Plasma Cannon was draining his suits energy rapidly.

"To be honest, I only attacked Squirrel Girl. Omeran took care of White Tiger," Chill said as he formed a small ice barrier between him and the intense heat that threatened to start melting his armor.

"I don't care. You should not have attacked my friends!" Predator yelled as he began to walk towards Chill Blaine.

Suddenly, his plasma cannon sparked blue sparks and shut off. {Warning: suit energy low. Re-directing remaining power to armor and shielding,} his AI informed him as it indicated that his suit was only at 45 percent power.

"Great," Predator snarled as he realized the consequences of his constant attack.

"What's the matter, running low on power?" Chill mocked as he stood up from the wall he had been pushed into and began firing icicles rapid fire at his opponent. This time, Predator had to raise his arms and block the sharp ice that was aimed at his face. "Your suit always run low on energy in the middle of a fight," Chill said as he continued to blast his opponent with icicles.

Predator began punching Chill in the face, his adamantium-coated fists battering his opponent. "Good thing I've still got energy," he replied, not letting up.

"So, it's a fist fight," Chill said as he began countering with his own punches, coating his fists with ice. It didn't work, as Predator began forcing Chill toward the door with a relentless barrage. "Still a better chance than what you gave Aegis," Chill said, taunting Predator.

Predator tried to punch him in the face, but his fist ended up shattering the ice freezing the door shut. "I told you already," he growled. "I…DID…NOT…KILL…CYNTHIA!" He shouted, getting the attention of the heroes, who had almost overcome Omeran.

"Well then, who did?" Chill asked, realizing the truth of Andrew's statement, as he inched his way toward the exit, Omeran mirroring his steps.

"Ask the one who recruited us," Andrew growled. His arm cannon sparked a little, looking like it was charging up again. Chill and Omeran chose to beat a hasty retreat, Omeran groaning as her right arm moved with each step. "And don't come back!" Andrew shouted after them. Cloak attempted to chase after them, but some wires shot up and wrapped around Dagger's ankle. The cloaked hero immediately turned around to free his friend, and by then, the intruders were long gone. "Well, that's not exactly something you see every day," Andrew dryly remarked.

"If I never see that ice guy and his bald girlfriend again, it'll be too soon," Squirrel Girl remarked.

Andrew chuckled. "No disagreement there," he remarked. "Everyone okay?" He asked.

"She beat me again!" White Tiger said, clearly unhappy. "Other than that, I'm fine." Everyone else was fine, too.

Andrew sighed, looking at the mess of cables and metal lying all over the place. "Well, looks like we have a mess to clean up," he said, "and some security to beef up. We don't want those two coming back…" Everyone agreed and began cleaning up the mess, Doreen wondering to herself what Andrew could have meant by "ask the one who recruited us". Who knew what other secrets the armored hero could be hiding…

To be continued…

Edited by Darkest Nightmare's Dread