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Kim Possible: TSOD – Wedding Elements, Chapter Six
Shego stared up in wide-eyed disbelief at the man floating in midair above her. It was the Alchemist. The man who had murdered her first girlfriend, Gloria Whitedove, aka Sidestep. The man who would have surely murdered Shego herself had Gloria not sacrificed her life for Shego. The man whose visage haunted her every nightmare every night for over a decade before Shego had finally found sanctuary in the arms of her former archnemesis, Kim Possible. The man who had just crashed Shego's wedding to Kim by dropping the broken and beaten bodies of Camille Leon, Motor Ed, and Special Agent Hector Delgado in front of Shego and Kim.
The Alchemist grinned maniacally at the ex-villainess. "We have waited twelve long years to return and exact our revenge upon you, Child of the Comet." He then raised his hand to Shego, invoking a volatile aura of flame, stone, lightning, and ice to form around it. "Pay your respects to whatever divine powers in which you believe. You shall need them."
Shego grit her teeth and braced herself for the attack. She then blinked as a figure stepped in front of her.
"You will be killing my wife over my dead body, Alchemist," Kim growled, dropping into a martial battle stance.
The Alchemist paused momentarily, then grinned knowingly. "It shall be our absolute pleasure, Kim Possible."
As the Alchemist spoke, a large beam of wood fell from one of the holes created by the crashed bodies. One end of the beam landed on the pipe organ behind Kim and Shego. It tilted forward and clipped the pulpit in front of the organ. The force of the landing beam flipped the pulpit into the air.
The Alchemist's eyes grew wide in maniacal glee. He then let loose a blast of elemental energy straight at Kim Possible. Nearby, Felix Renton, Zita Renton, Monique, Hego, Mego, and Wego watched helplessly as the energy blast exploded into a fiery conflagration of death and destruction around their two leaders.
The Alchemist grinned in satisfaction as the fire and smoke began to settle. The expression quickly changed to confusion as an eerie breeze ripped through the church, teasing his cloak and hair. The breeze seemed to carry a barely imperceptible whispered murmur of a message...
"Ah-BOOYAH!"
As the smoke cleared, the Alchemist was shocked to see that Kim Possible was still standing with Shego standing right behind her, both completely unscathed. Bits and pieces of the freshly shattered pulpit tumbled to the ground around them.
Kim grinned at the Alchemist. "You missed."
Shego took two steps back and flared up in a full-body nimbus of green plasma flame. "And now, the counterstrike, bitch!"
Shego thrust both of her fist over Kim's head and blasted the Alchemist with everything that she had. She poured her all into the blast for several minutes before finally letting up. Shego then gasped in shock and horror at what she saw.
Steam and smoke rose from the Alchemist's otherwise unharmed body.
"Really, Child of the Comet?" the Alchemist laughed. His laughter was like the laughter of several men laughing at once. "We control the elemental force of fire, amongst others. You truly believe that your flame will harm us?"
As the Alchemist finished speaking, someone dropped onto him from above with such force that both figures slammed painfully into the floor below.
"Shego is not the only 'Child of the Comet' here, Evil-Doer!" Hego bellowed at the Alchemist's prone body. He rose a ham-fist back. "Your villainy ends today!"
With that, Hego slammed his fist down on the Alchemist's head with such force that the floor collapsed from underneath the two combatants and sent them both tumbling into the basement below.
"Quick, Kimmie," Shego said, turning her back to her wife. "Unzip me."
Kim, who was dressed in a beautiful lady's tuxedo, blinked in surprise at Shego, who was dressed in a beautiful and elaborate wedding gown. "Um, babe, what're you wearing underneath that?"
"Only a pair of panties," Shego growled. "But I don't give a flying fuck. That assmunch is going down and I'm not going to ruin my dress in the process."
"Perhaps I can offer a compromise, ladies," Felix smiled, rolling up in his tricked out wheelchair.
As Kim and Shego turned to look at their team engineer, Monique reached into a pack hanging from the back of Felix's wheelchair and pulled out her collapsed compound longbow. A quick flick of her wrist snapped the bow into full position.
Shego's eyes went wide. "You brought our gear with you?"
Felix grinned. "Can't never be too prepared."
Zita pulled two outfits, one white and the other black, from Felix's pack and handed them to Kim and Shego, respectively.
"Spankin'!" Kim chirped, shrugging her tuxedo jacket off of her shoulders.
"Damn right it is," Shego agreed, unhooking the skirt to her gown. "I've picked up a few tricks with those ultra-diamond claws I'd love to try out on the Alchemist."
"I'll leave you ladies to this business, then," Felix nodded. "Zita, darling, if you'd help our fearless leaders change, Monique and I will go back up our Team Go contingent."
Zita nodded. "You got it, dear!"
Felix and Monique turned to the hole in the floor left by Hego and the Alchemist. As they did so, the Alchemist flew up through the hole—quite obviously not of his own volition—and crashed through the ceiling above.
"And there is more where that came from, Villainous Scum!" Hego yelled, before leaping from the hole in the floor and then leaping through the hole through the ceiling.
"I love my big brother sometimes," Shego laughed as she shimmied out of her gown. When she noticed the queer look that Kim was giving her, she rolled her eyes. "What? I said sometimes. Not all of the time. I'm not that stupid!"
The church was quickly and efficiently evacuated. It didn't hurt that well over half of the guests were people who could work well under the pressure of crisis. Even the villains, like Señor Senior Sr. and Bonnie Rockwaller, moved quickly to help shepherd the other guests out of harm's way. As civilian guests were flocking out of the church, Global Justice medical personnel were squeezing their way in to see to Camille Leon, Motor Ed, and Agent Delgado.
The Possible family, including Dr. James Possible, Dr. Anne Possible, Cody "Slim" Possible, Nana Possible, Joss Possible, Jim Possible, Tim Possible, Wade Load, Khianna Load, Dr. Cynthia Renton, Dr. Kris Goldberg, little Jesse James Goldberg (who was still in Joss' arms), and Dr. Vivian Porter, all ran for a nearby set of vehicles. James suddenly stopped and held out his arms to stop the rest of the group behind him once they reached the vehicles.
In front of James were several black-clad ninjas. The lead one, a handsome male Asian not wearing a mask or hood, stepped towards James.
"Dr. Possible-san?" the lead ninja asked, looking carefully into the Possible patriarch's eyes. "I am Hirotaka of the Yamanoichi ninja clan. We are allies of your daughter through her friend, Yori-san. It is my honor to request the technical aid of your sons, Jim-kun and Tim-kun."
James rose a brow to that.
Felix Renton rose up through the hole in the ceiling, riding his hover-converted wheelchair with Monique sitting in his lap. Once he had cleared the hole, Monique leapt down onto the roof with bow in hand. As the dark-skinned beauty nocked a arrow, Hego landed violently in front of her. The shockwave of the landing threw Monique off of her feet.
"Please, Child of the Comet," the Alchemist laughed as he floated down towards Hego's prone body. "We control the elemental force of earth. Your physical attacks do not harm us."
Felix typed some commands into the panel on his wheelchair armrest. A shimmering blue force field formed around Felix and his wheelchair. Then two blaster cannons swung up and over Felix's shoulders from behind the wheelchair. Taking aim, Felix fired two energy blasts at the Alchemist.
The beams struck the Alchemist. The energy of the blasts bled instantly over the Alchemist's body, as if it had been water flowing over glass. The Alchemist then turned and grinned at Felix.
"And such that we command the elemental force of fire, all forms of energy, including light and fire, can show us no harm."
The Alchemist rose a hand towards the sky. Lightning crackled around his body and then arc'ed toward Felix. Before Felix could dodge the attack, the lightning struck him. It fought slowly through Felix's force field, finally crushing the defenses and overloading Felix's wheelchair with sparks of electrical energy.
Felix's wheelchair crashed onto the roof near Monique. As it did so, Monique stood up. "Hey, Alchemist! Just FYI, I don't need to attack you with elemental forces to make you SOL!"
With that, Monique began firing arrow after arrow at the Alchemist. As each arrow struck, bolas expanded and wrapped themselves around the master villain. Monique remained relentless in her assault. Very quickly, the Alchemist was tangled up in dozens of bolas.
"Thanks, lover," came a familiar voice nearby. "Now it's our turn."
William and Edward, Monique's husbands, the Wego twins, ran up next to Monique. In rapid succession, they duplicated themselves standing one on top of the prior's shoulders. A split second later, the duplicates all faded except the two top duplicates, being several stories above the Alchemist. Those copies duplicated themselves in rapid succession, diving towards the master villain. The Alchemist found himself spinning in midair helplessly as one Wego duplicate after another dove past him and punched him in the chin.
The Alchemist exploded into a fiery burst of elemental fury, causing the remain Wego duplicates to hurtle backwards away from the villain and tumble along the rooftop below into an unconscious heap. As the brilliant light faded, the Alchemist floated, freed from his binds. The bolas all floated nearby, no longer fastened around the Alchemist's body. Monique gasped in horror.
"All things within this realm of reality are specific blends of the four elemental forces of air, earth, fire, and water," the Alchemist gloated. "As such, we can control them. Even seemingly inert things as these nuisances."
With that, the Alchemist thrust his had forward. The bolas all hurtled forward, striking and binding Monique in rapid succession. Irrevocably entangled in her own trick arrows, Monique hopped several feet behind her and then flopped backwards onto the rooftop.
"Let's see how well your immunity to physical attacks lasts at the speed of sound, bitch!" another familiar, if somewhat squeaky, voice roared.
The Alchemist's eyes went wide as he felt his foot suddenly yanked out from under him. His body smashed painfully into the rooftop, then went hurtling away as if being dragged away by some invisible force. Faster than the human eye could follow, the Alchemist's body began a pinball pattern around the edge of the building, his head ringing loudly against every wall, corner, door, ventilation pipe, and outcropping within reach. After several moments of this abuse, a gargantuan chunk of asphalt suddenly appeared and smashed into the Alchemist.
As chunks of asphalt sprayed out and bounced about the rooftop, Mego stumbled out of the dust of the attack, growing up to human size from his action figure size before teetering over and collapsing onto the rooftop unconscious.
The Alchemist stood up and dusted himself off. Looking about at the littered bodies, he admired his handiwork.
"Ah, the Paragon, the Duplicator, the Shrinker, the Archer, and the Engineer have all fallen," the Alchemist's noted with obvious pleasure. "Are there not any more takers to test our might?"
"You might consider us, Alchemist?" a voice said from nearby.
The Alchemist blinked and turned to confront the new challengers. At the edge of the rooftop stood Doctor Drakken, Professor Dementor, and Duff Killigan. The three villains were flanked by dozens of henchmen as they climbed up to join their respective bosses.
The Alchemist grinned a feral grin. "You again? Your tenacity amuses us, Doctor Drakken. Did our demonstration against Camille Leon and Motor Ed not provide enough education to the extent of our power and capability?"
"That is my adoptive daughter you intend to kill, Alchemist," Drakken growled. "That's not happening today. Not on my watch."
"Very well, then," the Alchemist laughed, rising into the air as he primed all four elemental forces around him. "We shall see how you fare. But know this well. You see before you the broken and defeated bodies of the primary combatants of Team Possible. Only one member of Team Possible was necessary to defeat each of you in turn, time and time again. I have laid waste to five of them in a matter of mere minutes. How do you intend to defeat the likes of me?"
Drakken smiled wryly at that. "With something that has always helped the Possible prevail against us time and time again. Cunning and strategy."
With that, Drakken, Dementor, and Killigan opened fire on the Alchemist.
Señor Senior Sr. and his daughter-in-law, Bonnie Rockwaller, quickly ushered the remaining guests out of the church. The reverend was the last to leave. Once the reverend ran past Senior and Bonnie, the two villains nodded to each other and started to close the door to the church. Before they could though, a voice called out to them.
"Hey! Wait! Don't close that up yet!"
Senior and Bonnie turned to see a short-haired, toned blond woman running up to them.
"Miss Adrena Lynn?" Senior asked as the blond ran up to him. "What is wrong?"
"Is Camille Leon in there?" Lynn asked, panting heavily to catch her breath.
"She certainly is, young lady," Senior replied, putting a comforting hand on Lynn's shoulder.
"But she took a pretty nasty tumble," Bonnie added, a little less sympathetically. "Global Justice medics are in there right now trying to take care of her. She probably has a lot of broken bones and I know she's lost a lot of blood."
Before Senior could say any further words of comfort to the stunt woman, Lynn flashed Bonnie a cold glare. She then turned and ran into the church. She burst into the center chamber, startling the Global Justice personnel in attendance. Several blaster rifles trained onto the villain. Lynn gritted her teeth and dropped into a battle stance.
"STAND DOWN! ALL OF YOU!" a voice bellowed from off to the side.
Lynn glanced over to the source of the voice. The one-eyed visage of the leader of Global Justice, Dr. Elizabeth Director, strode up to the villainous stunt woman.
"Adrena," Betty continued, much more softly. "She's over there, in front of the altar. She's hurt very badly. Several broken ribs, a massive amount of internal bleeding, and a concussion has been confirmed. The medics are working as quickly as they can."
Adrena Lynn scowled at the Global Justice leader momentarily before her expression softened to neutrality and the villain nodded imperceptibly. She then dashed forward towards the altar.
Betty paid Lynn no further attention, turning instead towards the door and tapping the comm unit in her ear. "Talk to me, Will Du. Have we got our ultra strike force scrambled yet? And have we established contact with Team Impossible?"
Adrena Lynn ran up to the group of medics huddled around Camille Leon's body. As she reached the group, she shoved one of the medics out of the way.
"Get out of the fucking way!" Lynn yelled, wedging herself between two other medics. "I need to see her!"
Lynn looked down at Leon's body. Her heart broke at the sight before her. The top of Leon's head was wrapped in bandages. An oxygen tank was attached to the gurney that Leon was lying on; a clear hose ran from the tank to a unit inserted into Leon's nose. Splints were holding Leon's left forearm into place, as well as her right leg. It was obvious from the bruising around Leon's now exposed torso that she was pretty beat up on the inside.
"My fucking God," Lynn gasped, nearly choking on her tears. "Cammy..."
Leon painfully opened her one eye not covered in bandages and smiled weakly at the stunt woman. "Addy," Leon whispered painfully. "You... you think I'm bad... you... should see... Motor Ed. He was... yanked from... his jet... straight through the cockpit... canopy..."
"Dammit, Cammy," Lynn cursed shakily. "You ran off on your own with the fucking Alchemist on your ass. You know, the asswipe who took everything three of the most powerful master villains in the world had to offer as if it were nothing. What the fuck were you thinking?"
"That... I could buy... a couple of moments... so that Drakken... could figure out... what to do," Leon replied softly, painfully.
"Well, you at least pulled that one off," Lynn nodded, trying to laugh mirthfully despite the fact that she wanted nothing more than to scream at the top of her lungs at the celebutante. "Drakken knows what we need to do now. We just need to wait for a bunch of fucking ninjas to pull a miracle out of their asses."
Leon smiled at that. "See, Addy... Drakken's not... so bad..."
Lynn shook her head softly. "You know, Cammy, you're one fuh-reaky bitch. You fucking better live through this or else I'm tracking down your fucking ghost and kicking its ass."
Leon chuckled at that. "Well, let... the medics... do their job... and I... just might."
Lynn blinked and turned to the medics huddled around the two of them. Five of them were still working frantically to stabilize Leon's condition. The sixth looked at Lynn expectantly, but wisely remaining silent.
"Um, right," Lynn breathed, suddenly realizing that she was way out of line. "Yeah, get back to work, bozos. I want her back on her feet within the week."
With that, Lynn began to stand up. As she did, she felt a hand brush against hers. Turning to look back down at Leon, Lynn noticed the soft look in the celebutante's one visible eye.
"Addy," Leon whispered painfully. "I... need to... let you know... I..."
Lynn cut Leon off with a gentle finger against Leon's lips. "Shush, Cammy. I know. I know. Now rest and let these jokers do what they think they're doing for you."
With that, Lynn stood up and strode away. A new fire burned within the stunt woman's eyes as she approached the Global Justice leader.
"Dr. Director," Lynn growled. "Where's the armory?"
Betty paused and turned around to consider Lynn carefully. The one-eyed brunette then smiled.
"Okay," Jim Possible stated in a very matter-of-fact tone before looking up at the people gathered around him. "Recursive confirmation has been received."
Jim's twin brother, Tim, also looked up from the small device with which the two of them were fiddling. "Hirotaka has safely reached Doctor Drakken's lair just outside of Middleton."
"It's a good thing we had the boys' teleportation machine with us to send Kimmie-cub and Shego to their honeymoon," the boys' father, James Possible, commented. "But what could Hirotaka possibly want from Drew's lair at a time like this."
"Our honorable brother has been informed that a particular device within Drakken-san's lair may be critical to the defeat of the Alchemist," one of the remaining ninjas replied.
"I don't know if there is anything that can defeat the Alchemist," Dr. Kris Goldberg breathed shakily, holding her infant son close to her. "I mean, I just saw Myron and the others try to take him down and none of them have so much as scratched him."
"Didn't the hero Sidestep defeat him, though?" Dr. Anne Possible asked.
Kris nodded. "Yeah, twelve years ago. But it cost her her life. And nobody knows how she did it."
"Well, I have a theory," Wade Load commented, sitting nearby and typing at a laptop computer.
"Please, Wade," James said, turning to look at the 16-year-old genius. "Do tell."
"Well, it's become apparent that anything that can be associated with any combination of the four alchemical forces of earth, water, air, and fire," Wade explained, "or in our modern vernacular, solids, liquids, gasses, and plasma, will not harm the Alchemist in any way shape or form. As far as we can perceive, at any rate."
"That's true," James agreed. "It is rather convenient that the four Alchemical elements correspond so neatly to the four states of matter as modern scientists understand them. It would easily lead one to believe that nothing that we know of is capable of harming the Alchemist."
"And therein lies the clincher and perhaps the key to our victory," Wade replied. "The words that we know of. And I believe that is how Sidestep was able to defeat him."
"I don't follow, Wade," Joss Possible, Tim and Jim's 16-year-old cousin, said. "Then again, I'm not an intellectual powerhouse like everyone else here."
"Sidestep's power was teleporting people and things around," Wade continued, looking up at the freckle-faced beauty. "How do you think she did it?"
"Um, she... um... I dunno...," Joss thought out loud. "Uh, she turned them into energy and back into matter?"
"Ah, the old Star Trek transporter concept," Wade laughed. "A good guess, especially since Sidestep always called upon the totem spirit of the Thunderbird and each teleport was reported with a lightning strike. But I don't think that was the case."
"How did she do it, then?" Joss asked.
"By crossing space that we cannot possibly see or understand," Wade replied simply.
"Oh," Joss muttered, looking abashed. "I... think."
"You might have to enlighten us further on this, Wade," James insisted, crossing his arms in front of him.
"Right," Wade nodded. "Let's start with a lesson in basic geometry. Everyone knows that three-dimensional space is measured in three directions... width, height, and depth... right?"
"That kinda makes sense," Joss agreed, moving her hands across her face, then up and down her face, then away from her face.
"Right, like that," Wade said, smiling at Joss. "You see, each direction, or dimension, is defined as being unique from each other because each of them is perpendicular to the other two."
"Huh?" Joss said, crossing her eyes.
Wade nodded. "If you look at the relationship between width and height, you can say that the dimension of height, or going up and down, exists at a 90 degree angle to the dimension of width, or going left and right. Make sense?"
"Okay, that does make sense," Joss agreed.
"That makes them perpendicular to each other," Wade said. "Now, the dimension of depth, or going in and out, can be said to exist at a 90 degree angle to both width and height. Are you still following me?"
"Yeah, I think I am," Joss nodded. "And since depth is 90 degrees to height and width, height is 90 degrees to width and depth and width is 90 degrees to height and depth. I think I've got that now."
"Right!" Wade smiled. "Now, let's imagine a dimension that's perpendicular to heighth, width, and depth all at the same time."
Joss rubbed her temples gently. "I think my brain just broke."
"Exactly!" Wade smiled. "Theoretically, such a dimension could exist. But our senses and our minds are only capable of perceiving and understanding the first three dimensions."
"Okay," Joss shook her head. "But, um, what's all of this got to do with anything?"
"I believe that Sidestep's power worked by shoving things through that fourth dimension," Wade replied. "To our limited senses, it would appear like an instant translocation between two points in known three-dimensional space. But to the senses of someone capable of perceiving and understanding that fourth dimension, it's like moving from one point to another just like normal."
"And you believe that the Alchemist's body can be affected by this movement through this fourth dimension?" Joss ventured carefully.
"Exactly," Wade said. "If Sidestep could somehow slice up the Alchemist's body by shoving his body in several different directions within that fourth dimension, she could have easily killed him."
"Ew!" Joss grimaced. The imagery of blood and gore that flashed through her mind was unspeakable.
"An interesting theory, Wade," James said, pointing casually to the young genius. "But, that still doesn't explain why Hirotaka needed to go to Drew's lair."
"Speaking of," Joss said suddenly. "If Sidestep was able to kill the Alchemist by teleporting him, why can't we just attack him with Jim and Tim's teleportation device."
"Because," Tim replied, looking up from the device in question. "our teleportation device does work..."
"...on the old Star Trek transporter beam concept," Jim continued, adding to his twin brother's statement.
"Not on the fourth dimension concept," both boys finished in unison.
Joss bit her lip and stepped back. "Sorry I asked."
"To answer both Dr. Possible and Joss' questions at the same time," Wade said, "if what Kim and Shego have told me is right, I think Drakken was working on an invention that worked on a similar concept, only on the molecular level."
"Hirotaka said ten minutes, right, Tim?" Jim asked, looking at his brother.
"Yeah, he did," Tim agreed. "Time to shunt him back."
With that, the Tweebs worked simultaneously on the teleportation device in front of them. Within moments, a flash of light and energy touched down near the device, several yards away from the congregated Possibles and friends. An instant later, Hirotaka appeared. He rose to his feet from a kneeling position.
"Well?" Tim asked expectantly.
"Did you get it?" Jim asked expectantly.
Hirotaka smiled knowingly and held up a purple ray gun.
"It is my honor to report that the retrieval mission was a success. Now we must deliver it to Drakken-san."
"Hicka-bicka-boo?" Jim asked, turning to his twin brother.
"Hoosha!" Tim replied, grinning knowingly at Jim.
"FORE!" Duff Killigan yelled, swinging a nine-iron and launching a golf ball at the Alchemist from behind the master villain.
The exploding golf ball caught the Alchemist in the back of the head and momentarily distracted him. Just in time, too, as the Alchemist had one hand up to launch a barrage of elemental attacks into the face of Dementor, whom the Alchemist held by the lapel in the other hand. The momentary distraction caused the Alchemist to drop Dementor's unconscious body to the rooftop below and then turn to face Killigan.
"Ye've got the nads of a castrated bluejay, ye bloody git!" Killigan yelled. "Ye get yer jollies on other people's miseries. Ye ain't a villain! Yer a bloody psychopath. And yer goin' down!"
"I believe you misunderstand the gravity of your situation, Duff Killigan," the Alchemist smiled, holding out both of his hands to his sides and priming elemental forces in each. "For us to be one of these villains as you define them, we would have to be as human as you are. But we are not human at all. We are the Alchemist. And we shall destroy all that you know."
"Aw, bloody hell," Killigan breathed before diving off to the side. Just in time to avoid the brunt of the blow of the double attack that the Alchemist levied against the Scotsman. However, the explosion still sent Killigan hurtling into a nearby wall, knocking him unconscious.
"Now," the Alchemist laughed. "We have not experienced the euphoria of snuffing the life out of any of you since we extinguished the life force of the one known as Summer Gale. Who shall we give the gift of oblivion to next?"
"How about no one else?" Drakken called. He tumbled underneath the Alchemist's floating body and his blaster bazooka into place like a rocket launcher pointing straight up. He then tumbled further out of the way.
"Oh?" the Alchemist asked curiously, glancing down at the blaster bazooka. "What curiosity have you gifted us with?"
As if to answer the Alchemist's question, the blaster bazooka suddenly whined to a high, ear-splitting pitch before exploding upward in a fury so great that the roof underneath it cracked and split open.
Drakken stumbled across the rooftop and found his footing. He drew his two blaster pistols and spun to look back in the direction of his handiwork. At first, he saw nothing. But, much to Drakken's chagrin, the Alchemist floated back down into view, none the worse for the wear.
The Alchemist grinned wickedly. "Tell us, Dr. Drew Lipsky. That was your most powerful attack available to you, wasn't it? Your henchmen are scattered unconscious across this rooftop. Your allies have all been eliminated from the battle. You stand alone against us, armed only with weapons that have already been established as being ineffectual against us. What do you hope to accomplish with further resistance against us?"
"To buy just a little bit more time," Drakken growled angrily at the master villain.
The Alchemist laughed heartily. "To delay the inevitable for just a little while longer? That pleases us, Doctor Drakken. You have proven a most entertaining diversion for us. We shall relish the scant few more moments' distraction you will provide for us."
Drakken narrowed his eyes at the Alchemist, daring the master villain to make the first move.
"How about we provide you with more than just few moment's distraction?" asked a feminine voice from behind the Alchemist.
The Alchemist's eyes went wide before the master villain smiled. He then turned to face his new challengers.
Before the Alchemist, Kim Possible stood, radiant in her white with blue trim Centurion Mark II battle suit. Standing beside Kim was her wife, Shego, intimidating in her black with green trim Malefactor Mark I battle suit. Shego tugged at her glove hems and popped her neck with a quick jerk of her head left and right while Kim cracked her knuckles with a feral grin on her face.
"Indeed," the Alchemist grinned maniacally. "We shall find the distraction that you two will provide most delicious. Let us join battle then!"
At that, the Alchemist charged forward. Kim and Shego both dropped into battle stances in anticipation.
[END CHAPTER SIX]