Author's Note:
Hello everyone! Here is the next chapter for Earth's Mightiest Huntsmen. But first, let's answer some reviews!
dinocam3: I'm glad those vibes are coming through. Chris is certainly one of the most psychotic cartoon villains I've seen, especially in the later seasons.
SulliMike23: Yeah, Arcade is meant to be a very annoying villain. But also one that's not really all that effective overall. His only real success were the events of Avengers Arena, where he was able to kidnap a lot of young heroes and make them try to kill each other. And this included some really recognizable characters, including a large chunk of the Avengers Academy cast at the time and a few of the Runaways.
Blockyblob: Some chapters are certainly going to be longer than others. It all depends on how much I want in a chapter and how long it takes to get all of that told.
Blackmetalzane22: Yeah, there's going to be a little joke about how strong Ruby is to be able to lift Crescent Rose in this chapter.
Shadowtalon2024: Some are going to perform better with their new weapons than others.
TheBilliantOne: Sorry about that! I'll get that fixed for you! To answer your question, I don't have any plans for Squirrel Girl currently, as I'm not a big fan of her. But you are right in the sense that I also don't have any plans for Miles or Gwen.
Red Scorpion: Oh, I was laughing a lot writing Arcade's frustration. He's certainly the kind of guy that would get frustrated about being mistaken for someone he's never heard of. As for the Badoon, I do have plans for them to show up at some point, though it's going to be a while.
Thank you all for your continued support. Now, let's get back to the action.
The Bar With No Name—November 19th
Every villain in the bar tensed up the moment Logan walked in the door. He glowered at all of them, scanning the room for any sign of the villain he was hunting. Finding none, he then sniffed the air. But unfortunately, he found no traces of Arcade anywhere in there.
It figured. Arcade may not have terribly smart, but even he knew that staying in New York while he had the Remnantians captured was suicide. He was no doubt at whatever new location he had set up to be his latest Murderworld.
However, there was a scent he recognized in the bar. She was sitting at the counter, calmly drinking from a glass. Logan's eyes narrowed, and he marched right to her. He could feel the eyes of every criminal on him, but he knew that they weren't going to try anything. They knew his reputation. They knew exactly what he could do.
The dark haired woman barely registered him as he sat down next to her. "Down on your luck?" she asked calmly.
"Where's your boss, Coriander?" Logan asked simply.
Miss Coriander calmly sipped her drink. "What makes you think I know where he is?"
"I aint in the mood for games, lady. Tell me where Arcade's latest Murderworld is, or I start removing limbs."
Miss Coriander smiled slightly. "Did you lose some people you care about, Wolverine? I seem to remember this isn't the first time you've lost a kid in your charge to—"
Logan grabbed her and slammed her into the bar counter. "I won't ask again, Coriander," he warned, extending his claws in front of her face. "Arcade. Murderworld. Now."
"Alright, alright," Miss Coriander said after a moment. "It's not like I have any loyalty to that madman anyhow. The moment he and I finished building Murderworld, he fired me and tried to kill me."
"Then you'll give me what I want to know."
"There's an island," Miss Coriander explained once Logan had let her go, taking out a pen and calmly writing something on a napkin. "Deep in the Pacific Ocean. These are the coordinates. That's where you'll find him. But he'll be ready for any sort of interference."
Logan grabbed the napkin from her once she had finished writing the coordinates down. "If you're lying, I'll be back for you," he warned.
"If you say so." Miss Coriander turned back to her drink, as if she hadn't just been threatened by one of the deadliest mutants on the planet.
Logan turned around and was about to walk out the door when he spotted something. With a growl, he marched forward and grabbed the man that had just walked into the bar, pinning him to the wall.
"Woah, hey!" the man protested.
Logan stared him down, but then let him go. "Thought you were someone else," he growled softly, continuing past the white coated man in the bowler hat and leaving the bar.
He knew that he had to hurry. Even though he knew that the kids could handle someone like Arcade...he didn't want them at his mercy longer than they had to.
Plus, if they really were on an island...they were going to need a ride off it.
Murderworld—November 19th
Ruby stared down at Myrtenaster. This...couldn't be happening. Not only did she not get Crescent Rose back, but now she was stuck with Weiss' rapier—a weapon she was far from used to.
"Ruby." Ren put a hand on her shoulder. "We need to keep moving."
Ruby shook herself free from her thoughts. "Right," she decided. "If Arcade is giving us our weapons, that means he wants us to fight something or someone. And whatever that is, it'll probably be on us soon. We need to find the others so we can get our weapons back."
Ren nodded in agreement. "I'll follow your lead."
Ruby looked around. "Let's head towards...that big wheel thing," she decided, pointing off to the towering wheel in the distance.
He nodded again and moved behind Ruby as she walked. As she did, she looked down at Myrtenaster again. "Weiss," she thought, "I hope you're okay. And I hope I don't break your weapon."
Weiss struggled to keep Crescent Rose steady in her grip. "How does Ruby even lift this thing?" she complained.
"She probably lifts weights in her free time," Nora joked as she took another practice swing with Jaune's sword. "What do you think she benches? 250? 300?"
Weiss huffed. "This is hardly the time for jokes, Nora."
"Who's joking?"
She rolled her eyes. "Let's just go find Ruby so I can give her her weapon back."
"I could carry it," Nora offered.
"Better idea," Weiss decided. "Let's switch."
"Up bup bup!" Arcade's hologram suddenly appeared in front of them. "No trading weapons! You have to stick with the weapon you were given until you find its owner! Or, until you're dead!" With a cackle, he vanished again.
Weiss stamped her foot. "That guy is really starting to get on my nerves."
"Who doesn't get on your nerves?" Nora pointed out.
Weiss rolled her eyes again. "Can we just get going?"
Nora gave her a snappy salute. "Aye aye, captain."
Weiss grunted in annoyance. She was actually missing Ruby right about now.
Blake didn't know how long she had been curled up against the wall of the library before she finally registered Jaune's frantic attempts to get her attention. "Blake! Blake!"
Blake took a shuddering breath. "I'm—I'm okay," she managed to choke out.
"You don't look okay," Jaune responded.
Blake slowly got to her feet, her cat ears still quivering. "I'll—I'll be okay," she assured him, still trying to calm herself down.
"Are you sure?"
She nodded. "Let's just...get out of here."
Jaune looked like he wanted to argue, but seemed to decide against it, which suited Blake just find. The last thing she wanted to do was relive the horrors of being a prisoner of the Badoon.
As they left the library, the lights instantly shut off again, plunging the entire area back into darkness and forcing Jaune to grab onto Blake's hand again. Blake simply pulled him along, wanting to get out of the house as soon as possible.
The incident in the secret room had definitely rattled her more than she wanted to admit. Even when she blinked, she could see flashes of the electric weapons sparking and the leering face of the Badoon captain that had handled her torture for an entire month. She had done her best to try to forget that terrible time, but seeing the inside of that room...it had dredged up all the memories she would do anything to forget.
The eyes in the portraits continued to follow them as they walked. Blake took more notice of them this time, now more aware than ever before thanks to what had happened earlier. And as she took a closer look at all the creepy portraits, she noticed that they seemed to be glowing slightly red.
"There must be cameras in them," she realized. "That's how he's watching us. He's just using cameras everywhere."
A low moaning sound suddenly echoed from down the hall, causing both Jaune and Blake to freeze. "Did you hear that?" Jaune asked.
Blake nodded, her cat ears twitching. "Yeah. I don't like the sound of that."
She looked down the corridor behind them as a shape moved into view. It looked like a billowing cloak that floated over the floor as it moved towards them.
"Something's coming for us," Blake warned.
"What is it?" Jaune asked.
The thing let out another low moan and raised up two arms. Both of them were holding spiked clubs, which began to spin around at a rapid rate.
"Trust me," Blake told her, already starting to pull him along faster. "You don't want to know."
From his control center, Arcade watched as his latest victims move around Murderworld. He sipped from his glass of red wine and chuckled. While most of them had escaped his initial traps, two were still in his haunted house. And with any luck they would remain in the haunted house.
"Pardon me, sir," one of his drones announced, floating towards him. "But your employer is making contact."
"Well, then let's not keep him waiting." Arcade pressed a button on his console and a new window appeared on the screen. In that window was a shadowy image of a man, his features concealed by darkness.
"Hello there," Arcade told the man. "I trust you are watching as well."
"Indeed," the man hissed, "Though your idea of a death trap is severely lacking."
"Be patient," Arcade told him. "The game has only just begun, and we've yet to see how they fare while in combat with weapons they know nothing about."
"Just ensure that you finish what I paid for assassin," the man told him.
"Relax," Arcade told him. "It won't be long before I finish them all."
"I tire of these games," the man warned. "Make it happen." With that, the transmission went dead.
Arcade let out a small sigh. "Sometimes, dealing with mutants can be quite annoying," he said to his droid.
"I believe he is better classified as a mutate, sir," the droid informed him.
"Mutate, mutant-what's the difference? What matters is that we focus on the game."
"Shall I activate the next stage of traps?"
Arcade waved his hand. "Please. Let's see how these children handle themselves against my Murder Clowns."
Yang and Pyrrha moved into a large, open area that was filled with different booths. As she passed by them, Yang took notice in the titles. "Shooting gallery, ring toss, dart throw—these are supposed to be games here?" she asked.
"I imagine in an actual carnival that they are fun," Pyrrha guessed. "But let's focus on finding the others."
"Yeah," Yang agreed, moving on. "And then we can find Arcade and give him a piece of our minds."
She held onto Blake's weapons tightly. She would love to get her hands back on Ember Celica as soon as possible. Blake's weapons were...fine...but she much preferred her own weapons, which allowed her to punch and shoot at the same time. Granted, she did still have her vibranium arm, but it still felt sluggish after being hit with the EMP. It took great effort for her to even clench it in a fist.
With any luck, she would not only find Blake soon, but she would also have Ember Celica with her. Then they could trade weapons and be at a better advantage. Plus, with more numbers, they could survive whatever Arcade decided to throw at them.
As if the villain was reading her mind, music began echoing over the entire area. It was bright and bouncy, yet did little to put Yang's mind at ease.
"Do you hear that?" Pyrrha asked, raising StormFlower.
"Yeah. That doesn't sound good," Yang agreed.
Several holes opened up in the ground ahead of them. From these holes rose several large humanoid figures. They were brightly dressed, had painted white faces with large red noses, and rainbow colored wigs.
"Uh...what are those?" Yang asked.
"I think they're supposed to be clowns," Pyrrha told her.
"That's a bad sign." Yang twirled Blake's weapons. She hadn't seen too much Earth media (as opposed to the likes of Ruby and Jaune), but from what she did know...clowns were always bad news.
The lead clown giggled. "Let's be friends!" And with that, the clowns all charged at them.
Yang grimaced and launched Blake's chain blades with so much force that they were pulled instantly from her hands, with the lead clown getting hit by them. The blades clattered off his body and hit the ground, doing little damage.
Yang bit back a curse. "Fine," she decided, pounding a fist into her palm. "We'll do this the old fashioned way." She ran straight at the clowns, drawing back her metal fist and bringing it forward into the first clown, punching a hole straight through him.
At first, she startled. But when she saw the sparks flying from the hole in the chest, she realized just what the clowns were. "They're robots!" she yelled, wrenching her fist free as the sparking robot collapsed.
"That wasn't very nice!" another clown protested, swinging a metal fist at Yang, who blocked and parried with a few jabs of her own. As this robot stumbled back, the others closed in around Yang. StormFlower suddenly twirled through the air, cutting into several more clowns as Pyrrha used her Semblance to propel it.
"C'mere kids!" another clown robot called out, swinging its oversized fists straight at Yang, who blocked and threw another punch into its big nose. It hit with a loud squeak. The clown then slapped his chest and a flower on it squirted green liquid straight into Yang's face. She yelped and pulled back, wiping the liquid from her face as it began to sting and burn.
"Okay, that's it!" Yang growled, backing up a few more paces. "Acid now too?"
"Don't run away, stay and play!" the clown giggled, lunging forward again.
Yang grit her teeth in frustration and advanced.
They had been walking towards the large wheel for several minutes when Ren suddenly stopped, tilting his head slightly. "Do you hear that?" he asked.
Ruby paused. "Yeah. What is that? Music?"
Suddenly, a car smashed through a nearby wall. It was brightly colored with red and yellow paint, but rather small as it skidded to a stop in front of them. Ren instinctively raised Miló and Akoúo̱, crouching behind it as Ruby pointed Myrtenaster at the car.
The truck of the car popped open and several clowns got out of, over a dozen in total. "Let's play!" one of them giggled.
Ruby, in response, took a step forward. "Please tell me these are robots."
Ren studied them for a minute. "I believe so."
"Good." Ruby sprinted into her Semblance, speeding around the clown and bringing Myrtenaster down on its shoulder. But instead of cutting deep like she was used to with Crescent Rose, it instead only cut about halfway deep before stopping, getting stuck in the robot.
The clown giggled. "That wasn't very nice!" It backhanded Ruby, sending her flying back, leaving Myrtenaster stuck inside the robot.
"Ruby!" Ren called. But he had problems of his own as several more clowns ran at him. He quickly raised Akoúo̱, blocking their fists. But while holding the javelin and the shield, he was unable to move as fluidly as he would've liked.
He jumped back and threw Miló straight at the lead clown. It punctured the robot easily, causing it to collapse. But, due to him not having Pyrrha's Semblance, he was unable to retrieve it as more clowns ran past the body, blocking it from his reach and forcing him to jump back further.
Ruby sped by with a flurry of petals, grabbing onto Myrtenaster's hilt and finally wrenching it free from the clown. She slashed it down on it again and again, finally destroying it, but not nearly as fast as she would've liked, as evidenced by the annoyed expression on her face.
"It's not Crescent Rose, Ruby!" Ren called as he whacked a clown with the shield. "Focus on more precise stabs and slashes!"
Ruby looked at him briefly, but then seemed to get an idea. She ran forward again, jumping back into her Semblance and propelling herself straight at another clown. She rematerialized at the last second, plunging the rapier straight through its chest.
Ren nodded briefly as she seemed to start to get the hang of Weiss' weapon before quickly turning his attention back to the clowns he was fighting. He jumped back again to avoid more blows. "Don't run away!" the clown giggled. "Stay and play!"
As he flipped back again, he thought back to Captain America's fighting style, and had an idea. He slid back and threw Akoúo̱ straight at the ground before running forward. The shield ricocheted off the ground and slammed straight into the lead clown, nearly tearing it in half. Ren flipped into him, grabbing the shield and bashing it into the next clown.
"Let's be friends!" another clown giggled, grabbing onto Ren's arm. He wrenched himself free and used the shield to decapitate the clown. As he did, Ruby slid past him and grabbed Miló, tossing it back to him. Ren caught it and twirled it around him before impaling another clown.
Ruby sped around another clown and stabbed it through the head. As she did, another clown robot snuck up behind her and slapped her in the back with a small circular device. She yelped as she was electrocuted by the joy buzzer before spinning around and stabbing the clown.
Ren sprinted at the last clown as it shot green acid at him, raising the shield to protect himself. He then threw Miló, striking it straight through the chest. "Don't run away, staaaaayyyy annnnnnnd pplllllllaaaayyyyy..." the clown said as it powered down.
Ren yanked the javelin free. "Are you okay?" he asked Ruby.
Ruby nodded, quickly brushing her hair back down from where it was standing on end after getting shocked. "I'm fine. Thanks for the tip."
He nodded. "We should get moving. Before-"
More loud music began playing as three more cars appeared from nearby.
"...more show up," Ren finished as he and Ruby got back into their fighting stances.
"I really hope we're running for the exit!" Jaune yelled as Blake tugged him along behind him. Behind him was the weird ghost thing with the spiked clubs, which was increasing in speed as it slid after them, the clubs now a whirlwind of death.
"You and me both!" Blake forced herself to run faster. The two turned a corner and ran down a hallway filled with suits of armor. As they ran, the axes that the armor suits were holding all began to drop down, crashing down behind them and threatening to cut them to pieces.
"I hate this stupid house!" Jaune yelled.
"Just keep running!" Blake turned another corner and saw a painted glass window up ahead "There's our exit!"
"I see it!" The daylight peeping through the window was finally allowing Jaune to see. "Go, go, go!"
Blake let go of Jaune and ran faster, with him right behind her. The paintings on the walls opened up and started shooting jets of flame at them, while the ghost thing slid around the corner and continued to chase, now going even faster.
Blake ran full speed straight at the window, silently hoping that this window actually led outside and it wasn't another trap. As she reached it, she raised her arms to shield her face, crashing straight through it. She fell two stories, landing in a heap on the ground below.
She rolled over as Jaune let out a yelp and flew through the window as well, his aura shimmering. "He must have taken a hit," Blake realized as he landed hard next to her.
"Ow," he moaned.
Blake crawled to her feet, holding a hand out to help him up. As she did, she spied two crates sitting nearby. "Think that's where our weapons are?" she asked.
"Only one way to find out." Jaune approached the crates cautiously, prying one open and peering inside. "Uh oh."
"What?" Blake asked.
Slowly, Jaune reached into the crate and pulled out...Ember Celica.
"He switched our weapons?" Blake asked, opening the other crate to find Magnhild within it.
"Apparently."
Blake hesitantly picked up Magnhild, grunting with effort slightly as it was in its hammer form. She quickly converted it into its grenade launcher form and checked to see if she had any ammo. "Only a few shots," she thought. "I'm going to have to make them count."
"Come on," Jaune said to her. "We've got to find the others."
Blake couldn't agree more. Anything to get away from the haunted house. And even as they started moving, she could hear, just barely in the distance, the sound of metal clashing against metal.
Weiss stopped moving when she heard a small whirling sound. She hefted Crescent Rose and converted it to its sniper form. "Sounds like trouble," she warned Nora.
Nora looked up. "Yep—I see them," she said, pointing to the sky with Jaune's sword, where a bunch of flying objects were descending on them. They appeared to be drones of some sort.
Weiss took aim with Crescent Rose, knowing that she had a limited amount of ammo. Whatever was in the magazine that was in the weapon at the time they had been captured was all that she would have. She focused her gaze down the scope and on the lead drone. Taking a deep breath, she squeezed the trigger.
The recoil instantly sent her flying back several feet, knocking her to the ground and sending the weapon spinning away. And, of course, she missed the target. She let out a slight groan. "How does Ruby keep a grip on this thing?" she thought.
The drones descended upon them. Twin barrels on each side of the cylindrical drones began shooting at them, pinging the ground everywhere with laser fire. Nora quickly moved to protect Weiss, holding up Jaune's shield as the lasers splashed against it.
"I'm okay!" Weiss told her. "Let's get them!"
Nora nodded, running straight at the drone swarm and swinging Crocea Mors straight into the first one and slicing it in two. With a laugh, she smashed another drone with the shield and flipped over another three before cutting into them down. "That all you got?!" she challenged.
Weiss struggled to her feet. "Nora, maybe it's not a good idea to taunt the psychotic mastermind that keeps sending robots out to kill us." As she spoke, another few drones swooped down to attack her. She quickly ran to grab Crescent Rose, scooping it up off the ground. With a grunt, she switched the weapon back to its scythe form and swung at them, cutting through them instantly.
Nora let out a laugh. "If he thinks this is going to take us down, he's got another thing coming!"
Another swarm of drones appeared from the sky. However, these ones seemed to stay far up into the sky, shooting down on the two of them far out of range. "See?!" Weiss shouted, running as best she could while lugging Crescent Rose behind her. "This is why you don't taunt the villain when he has the advantage!" She looked around, trying to find some sort of cover or way to reach the drones, but there was nothing tall enough that would get them close enough—not that she would've been able to leap that far while carrying Crescent Rose anyway. Even if she used her Aura to help her, it still wouldn't be enough.
"Okay, new plan!" Nora decided, using Jaune's shield to protect herself. "Run for cover!" She took off in the direction they had been moving just a few minutes earlier.
Weiss had no choice but to run after her.
Yang punched her last clown robot down with a shower of sparks. She looked over at Pyrrha, who was using her Semblance to control StormFlower back to her, cutting through her last clown robot as well before catching the blades. "Let's hope that's the last of them," she said.
"Agreed." Yang picked up Blake's chain blades. "The less of them there are, the quicker we can get to Arcade and take him down."
"We're going to have to be careful," Pyrrha warned. "Arcade could have more traps set up around every corner."
"If he does, we'll just punch our way through them too."
"Yang."
Yang gave Pyrrha a grin. "What? I'm tired of this guy somehow keeping us backed into a corner. I say we just plow our way through all these stupid death traps and give him a game over."
Pyrrha gave her an odd look. "Game over?" Yang repeated. "His name's Arcade? You get—"
Distant laser fire cut her off as she tried to explain her pun, followed by a slight yelp of pain. "That sounded like Nora," Yang realized.
"Then let's go get her," Pyrrha decided, already running in the direction of the sound. Yang quickly ran after her.
The sound of laser fire got louder as they got closer, moving through another area of game booths. As they did, Yang began to notice tiny dots hovering far up in the sky. These dots were shooting down at something in the distance, which Yang could just make out to be Weiss and Nora.
"Come on!" Yang yelled, starting to run towards them. But she had only taken a few steps before the ground collapsed under her into a trapdoor. She yelped as she tumbled down before being stopped in midair, hanging weightless over a pit of spikes. She looked up to see Pyrrha standing on the edge, holding her hand out and using her Semblance on her vibranium arm, keeping her floating.
"I've got you," she told her.
"Thanks!" Yang called up. "Now fling me!"
Pyrrha instantly knew what Yang had planned. "Brace yourself." She flung her arm forward and Yang was catapulted into the air, heading straight for the drones.
"Heads up!" Weiss looked up at the shout, seeing Yang fly through the air, smashing through one of the drones and grabbing onto another. It flew around, trying to shake her off while still shooting everywhere.
"Yang?!" Weiss called up.
"Hold on!" Yang yelled back, hanging onto the drone with a laugh. "Just gotta deal with this!" The drone flew around, dragging her behind it. Its wild shooting sent lasers everywhere, even hitting a few of the others drones in its attempts to shake her loose.
Yang grabbed something from her side, which Weiss could just make out to be one of Blake's chain blades, and swung it at another drone, cutting it down. But she was still stuck holding onto the drone.
A barrage of darts came from the ground, pelting the remaining drones as Pyrrha joined the fray. As they all collapsed to the ground, sparking, Yang finally crushed the drone she had been holding onto. Unfortunately, this also meant that she plummeted to the ground, landing in a heap next to Weiss.
She looked down at her. "Are you okay?"
Yang grinned. "Never better." She hopped back to her feet, cracking her back slightly. "What about you?"
"I'd be better if I didn't have to carry Ruby's weapon around," she answered, hefting Crescent Rose again. "When I get my hands on Arcade—"
"Easy there, Weiss," Yang interrupted. "I get first crack at him."
"I'm glad to see you're okay," Pyrrha said to Weiss as she joined them. "What kind of death trap did you end up in?"
"Nora and I got nearly run over by a bunch of small cars," she answered.
"That sounds a lot better than being stuck in a house of mirrors with lasers trying to burn holes through you," Yang noted.
Weiss rolled her eyes. "Let's just find the others and go beat this guy up."
"Hold on a second," Pyrrha said suddenly, looking around. "Where's Nora?"
Weiss quickly spun in a circle, but there was no sign of her. "She was here just a second ago," she said.
"Nora!" Yang yelled. "Nora?!"
But there was no sign of her. Nora was gone.
Nora groggily came to a few seconds later. She had been watching Yang deal with the drones a moment ago when the ground had dropped out from under her, plunging her down below. The fall must have knocked her out. She tried to move, only to find that her arms were restrained, being hung from a series of metal chains. Her legs were similarly chained up, stretched out in a way so that she couldn't move. She couldn't even swing herself around.
"Hey!" she yelled. "What is this?"
A figure emerged from the shadows. Arcade. "Why, it's the last part of the game," he told her with an evil grin. "Your friends will learn that I've taken you to my main base, and when they come for you..." He chuckled as he got a sinister gleam in his eye.
"...it'll be the last thing they do."
Oh no! Arcade has captured Nora to be held hostage for the final stage of the game! What sinister plans does he have for her? And how will our heroes save her?
In all seriousness, if you're wondering why I chose Nora to be the prisoner here, well...there's a very specific reason that you'll find out next time. But trust me, it's going to be painful for both Nora and Ren really soon.
As for the characters' using each other's weapons, some of them I think did a better job than others. But of course, Weiss can barely lift Crescent Rose, and Blake may have the same problem with Magnhild. And they all still don't have their own weapons yet, which will make things difficult for the last bit of this arc.
And before anyone asks...yes, that was indeed Roman at the Bar With No Name that Wolverine ran into. But given that Wolverine has no idea who Roman is...the RWBY characters are still going to have no idea he's lurking around.
In terms of what comes next after this arc, I have decided to switch the next two arcs around-mostly because the arc I want to write next is something I've recently gotten pretty excited about due to some characters I decided to add into it. Plus it will heavily feature Wolverine, which is always a good time.
But anywho, that's all from me. Until next time, this is Guest 1138, signing off.