"Just watch this combo, I'm gonna get you!"
"Nuh-uh...-"
The boys hammered viciously at the console controllers in their hands. On the flat screen simularca superheroes and super villains punched, kicked and slammed each other through matte backdrops. The typhoon shaking the building left right unnoticed.
Just as the oldest was hurricane-throwing his friend through the wall -
the room shook violently, the boys tumbled, rubble rumbled, plaster, dust, lashing rain and screaming wind.
"Hiro, are you OK?"
"O M G ! 3D"
The game screen battle come to life.
The Thing that was Mason, revolting ogre-mass of corded muscle, pressed Sylia into a structural pillar. Debris rushed about them caught in the eye of the elements-exposed corner room. Mason heaved an arm back, fist
blade
howl
Sylia dropped to her feet. Behind the mirrored visor she heaved in breath, the pressing weight lifted.
Thing-Mason recoiled, rocked by gust towards the precipice of apartment vision.
Twitching severed hand lay between them.
"I have plenty more,"
Neck-thick whips lashed out scarring the floor, sheared the pillar. Sylia leapt aside.
"What a monster you have become, Mason. On the outside and in!"
Sylia's shoulder jets flared hurtling her silver shell into Mason just as the typhoon's temper ripped the broken floor underneath.
She grunted, piston thrusting the blade into the falling mass as she rode it down the sheer-face of the building, wake of glass and metal scoring their path.
Was he boomer? All along? Fusion?
Like her?
He-It grabbed her wrist. She gasped.
"Hold on for the ride," leering red-eye, "this is going to be fantastic."