The monster's injury had just finished healing, the hot stream of magic that oozed from that last hit was pulled back into its being and it was angrier than ever.
Not many thoughts usually form in a monsters head, especially when most of it constituted as teeth. It wasn't concerned that it didn't know where it was, or how it got, or even that it got separated from its pack and was all alone, but in that moment the craving for revenge sat in its mouth.
This time he'd finish off that chewy piece of meat and get that thought piece of meat to stop hitting permanently. It stopped running around aimlessly and tasted the air with a tongue flick.
Then it got pounded into the dirt.
Payout was on top of it and was pummeliy down with all his might. The screens his chest had three spades lined diagonally and his costume was a little less filled out than before. The monster still flattened though, fizzling into smoke.
"Swap!" Lincoln shouted.
Bobby jumped out of the way and the boy threw the grenade in the middle of the quickly reforming monster. With a garbage cans lid he clamped it over monster and grenade, then sat on top of it, before pulling the rope.
For a second Lincoln wondered why Bobby had a tool that he couldn't even use but got distracted when the explosion was little more than a pop that bounced him on the lid. He met Payouts wide eyes as he pulled his hair. The monster, halfway to being whole, was start to lift Lincoln when the real effect of the grenade kicked in.
Wind was sucked in toward the monster and it started disintegrated again lowering the boy. Lincoln renewed his grip on the metal cover, intuition telling him what was going to happen next, tilting himself before the wind exploded beneath him.
Dust and debris on the street were swept away in a big cloud that scattered the monster into a million little particles, the wind knock Payout off his feet, cars blared their alarms at the sudden jolt, and the boy shot up into the sky like a bullet.
The boy was pressed against his metal plate as as it rose up and over the buildings. Below him the world shrank rapidly with the people not more than ants in a maze of boxes.
He grinned to himself maddeningly on a job well done, Bobby was probably fine and he had tilted himself in the right direction and was nearing the rope Clyde was climbing on. Sadly as he came closer and closer it was clear that wasn't going to be near enough to ever grab it. Panic set into him as he tried to maneuver the lid toward it but to no avail.
Closing his eyes, the cold wind was rushing in his ears, Lincoln prayed for a miracle to catch him. The wind stopped and the boy peaked around him to see the blue sky and the rope right beside him, which stretched form the island above to city bellow.
Dangling from it, one arm outstretched to Lincoln and the other clinging for dear life, was a dark skinned boy with a curly mini-afro. His thick circular glasses shined yellow-green and his face was puffed up in concentration.
The light of his power extended to his shoes, which looked as if they were standing on solid ground despite being in the air, and to the garbage lid which was quivering ever so slightly.
Lincoln sighed greatly, looked back at Clyde who seemed to be giving it his, all before letting out a short burst of laughter. Slowly standing up, the boys arms flailed about for balance before he leaped at the rope, catching it just above his friend.
Clyde also sighed greatly as he let the lid drop down and both boys watched as it shank to the size of a penny before disappearing.
"Sup Clyde, thanks for catching me," Lincoln said smiling like a mad man.
"No problem Linc," his best friend returned. "Could I ask what happened?"
"It's a long story. I'll tell you on the way up."
