Stephen Strange knew about the mummy's approach before he had reached eyeshot of the mansion. Part of the advantage of supernatural detection charms. He could tell who it was, their intent, and whether or not they were a danger. Very fortunate for him that K'antu was an old acquaintance. He was also expected, but he wasn't travelling alone. .

"My good friends. What brings you here today?"

Manphibian tossed the bag softly to Stephen. "You know darn well what bringssss uss, Morbiusss ssendsss hisss regardsss."

K'antu simply hobbled behind him and smiled. Not a real smile in the sense of the word but through the rotten flesh and bandages he tried to exude an air of kindness and smiling and hope it was perceptible.

Stephen caught the bag and unzipped it, taking a long close look at the glass vial containing the stone. "Ah, this is it. I can take care of this, it will not influence anyone ever again. Should Morbius ever have need of it.."

Manphibian interrupted. "He won't. He wanted it destroyed. Blade is after it."

"Blade? That is alarming. He was once a hero who worked with us, why has he turned against Morbius like this?"

"He'S alWAys BeeN aGAinST MorBiUs. He juST ManaGEd to Put It ASidE FoR a WHilE."

Manphibian bit his lip and awkwardly mumbled out "You know Morb bit him a while back right? After that whole Hydra thing?"

Stephen sighed and put the vial in his left outstretched palm, chanting an incantation over it in latin. The vial glowed and spun, finally disappearing in a flash of yellow light. "Where is he? Let's go."

Morbius lost altitude alarmingly fast, falling to the cement about three blocks away. He rolled three times his feet flying over his head before he lost velocity and finally stopped. He lurched forward and fell back flat on the ground now staring up at a streetlight. "Ow.."

Several kids stood by the other end of the street. Teens from the nearby college out looking for a good time. One obviously thought about helping him and stepped forward to come closer but the others stopped him. "No man, that's a villain! Look at him! You don't get in the middle of a caped altercation in this town, you'll die!" They ducked back behind an alley still close enough to watch but far enough to take cover.

Well, always the villain eh, Michael? No matter how hard you try you'll never be a hero. At best you'll be mild entertainment for a bunch of drunk teens.. He cursed out loud at his own thoughts and tried to get up using the street lamp for leverage. It was rough but he managed to stand on his feet and balance. That's it, screw this. I'm not dying like this. He stripped off his boots and tossed them to the street, followed by his V-neck shirt and pants. He'd already lost the trenchcoat in Jen's office so he was now left in what he had worn underneath, it was his old hero costume, the open-necked navy and red number with the belt and the tall collar. Jack had no idea but he'd always been so fond of it that he had several made and kept them safe even during the nineties when he switched to leather. Even now living in Monsteropolis he had several in his closet. He had a slight shudder for a moment at remembering the nineties costume. Grieving does weird things to a man.

"You cold? I see you shaking." Blade stepped silently down the street towards him. The teens in the alley issued hoots and calls amongst themselves, they now had their show.

Morbius did his best to stay standing. He extended and crooked his claws, bared his teeth, and hissed. Appear tough, go down fighting. A slight tremor shook through his arm. Damn it! there was no way Blade didn't see that!

"Having trouble bloodsucker? Need more gas?" He was now maybe fifteen yards away.

Oh god please no.. Anything but that. Let me die on my feet. "Why? Are you afraid of facing me like a man?" He did what felt like a farcical imitation of his old snarl.

Blade reached to his side and drew out a wooden knife.

"You may as well use the silver. Wooden stakes don't work on me." It was a flat out lie. They worked about as well as any weapon would, which would be pretty damn effective right now. At least on his feet his head was starting to feel clearer. If I'm lucky I'll frenzy and he'll kill me while I'm in that state..

"Blade stop!"

Morbius turned his head towards the woman's voice expecting to see Jen, Elsa instead met his eyes with her gun drawn. "Oh great, if you want to kill me the line starts behind him."

"Shut up vampire, can't you even tell when someone is saving your pasty ass?!"

"What?" Morbius hesitated and Blade took the distraction for everything he could. The next minute was a blur as pain erupted from his side and he heard Elsa shouting. Somewhere nearby.. he couldn't be sure. Maybe it was another woman's scream.. and there was a blinding flash of purple light. He tried to place its familiarity but the pain was too much. He crumpled in a ball on the ground clutching his side, blood rushing over his fingers. Then all was black.

"Fuck Blade! I should kill you and throw you in the Hudson river I swear to god! Look at him!" Elsa cocked her gun to get the message through but Blade didn't care. He got what he came for. One good slash with a wooden knife had caused a wide and ragged wound. It wasn't closing.

Jack leaned over Michael in his wolf form prepared for Michael's frenzy state but the vampire just sagged on the ground. He braved a check on the man's pulse, it was weak. "Mike! Mike?! He's not getting up.. why is he not getting up?! What the fuck did you do?!" Jack finished the question with a snarl that finally sent the curious teens in the alley running for cover.

Stephen rushed over with Jennifer Walters and pushed Jack away. Strange had the privilege of arriving through a portal with the other two monsters just in time to see Michael collapse, Jen had been following Blade who had made a break for it and had seen the strike but not been fast enough to stop it. Jack was relieved to see them at least and gave them some room. Stephen used to be a surgeon, he fell back on his old expertise now without thought. Helping those injured was almost second nature to him despite that it had been decades since he'd practiced medicine. "He's not healing.. without the healing factor he won't frenzy. Something is inhibiting it, his body doesn't know that anything is wrong.. I think the pain knocked him out, it's like he's gone into shock."

Jen sat on the ground and helped Stephen pull Michael's arms out from his sides so he could examine the wound. The gravel dug into her knees and she rested his head gently in her lap. His eyes were closed, mouth open, and he was pale even for him. "Michael.. Michael snap out of it." But he was out. "Wait, Stephen, Patsy told me Michael said that the gas was formulated to attack him specifically. I think it's stopping him from healing."

"In that case there's not much I can do. Let me try a few spells."

Jen looked down sadly. Wait.. maybe.

K'antu and manphibian stayed back. This was a deadly situation already. To try and approach was to try to make it worse, though manphibian doubted that was possible.

Blade pulled his sword again taking a stand against one pissed off and angry werewolf now encroaching. "I wouldn't try it dog. Almost lost your arm last time and now you don't have your healer." But Jack was beyond hearing and took an opportune slash at the man. He barely had time to dodge it.

Elsa now found her main concern to be stopping the two from fighting and killing each other. The last thing she needed was another disaster tonight. For a moment she thought back to what Jack had said about the monsters of the city. If they lose their healer.. fuck. Nope, no time for that shit. No more death tonight. "Back off Jack. We'll get our revenge but now is not the time. We have to see if we can heal Morbius."

Blade just laughed. "Fuck. You aren't healing him. I've had that gas formulated perfectly. His cells can't heal, he can't get up. In a bit he'll bleed out on the pavement. See I took pity on him. Most vampires get a painful death. I let him sleep through this."

Elsa holstered her gun and lined up a punch square to his jaw. It hurt like someone had thrown a brick to his head. "You fucking idiot! You know how many people will die without him! You know how many people he saved!"

Whatever reaction she was hoping to trigger wasn't there. Blade just smiled. "The only good bloodsucker is a dead bloodsucker."

"Yeah well he isn't dead yet!" Jen's voice rang out loud and powerful from her She-hulk form. She sat crouched on the ground massive and green with an arm wrapped around Michael's head. Two clawed hands grasped firm onto her wrist pinning it in place. He was drinking.

Jack grabbed Elsa and pulled her back while she struggled to comprehend the scene. "Ow hey! Let go of me! What are you doing?! Where are we going? Michael's fine right?"

Jack snarled. "NO He's not fine! The guy's never had hulk blood before! I have no idea what this will do to him. We get back fast okay?!" He pulled her into an alley and stuck his nose around the corner to keep watch.

Jen stood and removed her wrist from his face. He growled and thrashed biting for it again but she simply held him back with one hand and whispered "Michael" to him softly. Somewhere the word resonated. His now glowing eyes softened and he stilled his attacks. She could tell he still wasn't quite all there, but her words were enough to make him pause. His eyes glowed and blood dripped from his mouth. He slowly turned towards Blade.

Blade twisted his head to watch Jack and Elsa seek cover. When he looked back Stephen had taken vantage on a rooftop, K'antu and manphibian with him. She-hulk stepped backwards while the vampire focused its inhuman eyes on him. Blade was alone on the ground with Morbius.

"Wait.. you can't leave me here with him?! Aren't you an Avenger?!" Blade screamed at her.

"Not anymore. You wanted a fair fight. You've got one." Jen nodded and Morbius smiled baring a full set of razor sharp teeth. "Have fun Blade."