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As if to punctuate his statement, the woman known as Scorpia lifted her mechanical scorpion tail until it was at eye level. It looked wickedly sharp, and it moved with a fluidity that you didn’t expect from a prosthetic.
The woman herself had short, black hair and wore a green bodysuit with black armor plates placed around areas that didn’t seem to offer much protection. She had her hands on her hips and a cocky grin on her face as she regarded you.
<span class="mu-g">“Is it true what they say about you beating up Typhoid Mary?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Of course.”</span> you confidently replied. <span class="mu-r">“She put up a good fight, but I’d say that her odds of winning a rematch are even slimmer than before.”</span>
A dark chuckle resonated throughout the room. The others seemed to take some satisfaction in hearing that Mary got her ass handed to her.
Joseph gestured towards the man who’d been pummeling the pinball machine earlier. He wore red-tinted goggles, and a red and blue bodysuit with golden lightning streaks running along the arms, collar and waist.
<span class="mu-b">“This is Speed Demon. His name is pretty self-explanatory. He’s fast as hell, and downright deadly in a scrap.”</span> he explained.
<span class="mu-r">“Guilty as charged.”</span> the man said, his arm suddenly slung over your shoulder. He’d crossed the distance between you before you could even blink, and you barely had any time to react.
<span class="mu-b">“Slow down before you scuff up the floorboards.”</span> Joseph chided him, but you could tell that he wasn’t actually upset.
Speed Demon held up his hands in surrender and slowly backed away to rejoin the others.
<span class="mu-b">“The sweaty guy in the too-tight shirt over there is Hydro-Man.”</span> Joseph continued, prompting a laugh from the others. And despite the fact that he was getting roasted, Hydro-Man didn’t look bothered in the least. In fact, he was laughing along with them.
Similar to what Joseph had described, he wore a tight black t-shirt and a plain pair of jeans. Aside from his plain attire, you couldn’t help but notice how jacked the man was. He was almost as big as Flint, and that was saying something!
Hydro-Man raised a hand, and it suddenly became transparent and amorphous. Clear liquid dripped onto the floor at his feet, only to be reabsorbed into his shoe a moment later.
<span class="mu-b">“I turn into water. It doesn’t sound that impressive, but I’m pretty sure I’m the only one here that can eat a bullet and spit it back out.”</span> he said, sounding pretty pleased with himself. <span class="mu-b">“The guy next to me is ‘Cyclone’. He controls the wind.”</span>
The man known as Cyclone smacked Hydro-Man’s shoulder.
<span class="mu-s">“I do not ‘control the wind’ you twit. My suit allows me to produce high-speed currents powerful enough to topple buildings.”</span> he said with a distinct French accent.
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