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Mikeavelli
The Red Son rose up, looking down on Bane, intimidating the giant as only he could. Definantly not the Superman he was used to, "In my world, we have a procedure, we can remove a small part of your brain, the part that creates violent, anti-social urges which disrupt the harmony of our society. I will be watching you, and if you break your word, I will find you, and force in in this way to behave as a proper man. Now go."
Finally finished with Bane, The Red Son lowers himself, turning to the old man Sinister, "I'm sorry you've had to go through that. Shall I take you somewhere you can be safe?"
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Meanwhile, the Punisher has heard of Omega Red's life-draining metal tentacles, but never before felt the chill that goes through his body even at the barest touch.
He's able to avoid the worst of it with a bit of anticipation, jerking his foot back at the first touch in time to avoid being completely trapped, but not enough to hold his balance, falling into a painful forward roll, trying to put as much distance between him and Omega red as possible.
Pretty far, as it turns out Far enough, he hopes, with his leg numb from even that slight drain of his... Normal human life force, he can't run, obviously can't hide...
But he can push a button.
BOOOM!
The Punisher covers his head with his hands, and quickly placed explosives detonate... Enough to cave the whole sewers in, behind Omega Red, in front of him, and atop him, locked in with the Jormungandr toxin, whose top is blown off, released into whatever paltry air pocket might remain to the Russian gangster.
Might slow that Ruskie bastard down a little... The relatively unscathed Punisher thinks to himself as he limps away...
Finally finished with Bane, The Red Son lowers himself, turning to the old man Sinister, "I'm sorry you've had to go through that. Shall I take you somewhere you can be safe?"
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Meanwhile, the Punisher has heard of Omega Red's life-draining metal tentacles, but never before felt the chill that goes through his body even at the barest touch.
He's able to avoid the worst of it with a bit of anticipation, jerking his foot back at the first touch in time to avoid being completely trapped, but not enough to hold his balance, falling into a painful forward roll, trying to put as much distance between him and Omega red as possible.
Pretty far, as it turns out Far enough, he hopes, with his leg numb from even that slight drain of his... Normal human life force, he can't run, obviously can't hide...
But he can push a button.
BOOOM!
The Punisher covers his head with his hands, and quickly placed explosives detonate... Enough to cave the whole sewers in, behind Omega Red, in front of him, and atop him, locked in with the Jormungandr toxin, whose top is blown off, released into whatever paltry air pocket might remain to the Russian gangster.
Might slow that Ruskie bastard down a little... The relatively unscathed Punisher thinks to himself as he limps away...