Left, right. Left right.
It wasn't even a thought as much as it was instinct at this point. One fist, then the other, slammed into the canvas of the heavy bag. Each punch was executed with perfectly timed, short, quick exhales. The combinations, the art of the warrior were engraved into the very fiber of his being. Training was just as much of a necessity as it had been a ritual. Technique was as important as a razor sharp edge " never let it dull and always keep it sharp.
Beads of sweat ran down the tip of Wolvinator's nose. His body was almost shiny with perspiration. His bare knuckle slammed into the punching back again, followed up by another as sprinkles of sweat jumped from his body with each impact. Despite the look of determination on his face, his mind was heavy in thought. He bounced around on bare feet momentarily, hitting the bag two more times before he paused and stepped away, moving over to a small console in the middle of the Danger Room.
"Computer," he began, as he wiped his palms on his sweatpants. "Replay from time index twenty-fifty."
The audio had been already queued up and the voices began to speak as they had once before. The first was a female, whom sounded younger than her previous incarnations. Her voice was thick with anger and hatred, sprinkled with delight over the latest developments.
"I've never known you to be so angry, and it just....Fills me with this, feeling of?"
Renna, the Betrayer.
Wolvinator had encountered her on many occasions. She was a seemingly immortal being, enveloped by both light and dark energies, and always hell bent on destroying the known realm. He had played a role in her 'death? twice, the most recent roughly six months ago.
However, she came to him well over a year ago seeking help. She had asked the Admiral for Medical supplies as her people were in danger. She was beaten, broken and begging for help. He couldn't allow innocent people to die an excruciating death. Giving her the medical supplies plagued his mind ever since.
"You don't know what it means to me to see you like this. A satisfaction - a goddamn victory knowing you've submitted to the same desires I once did when I was but a child!"
There was a sound of a thud against a wooden table over the audio just as Wolvie had returned to the heavy bag. He listened intently as his workout continued.
"Brian....You can't do this by yourself. I need you - we, need you.
"There are many in this realm who band together, to defeat evil. To defeat what they think is evil. Why not we" Why can't we do it' Brian. I'm not looking to make an ally out of you for what I want to happen. I....Want you, by my side."
"Brian. This is the you, I have always wanted....I always want you to be, so full of hatred. I love you deeply, and you know that. We made a daughter so #$%^&* powerful she locked me up in my own #$%^&* prison!"
A second voice responded to her now. This caused Wolvie to pause again and focus only on the audio. It was a man who he had worked side by side before on many occasions, a fellow council member and a person who knew Renna better than anyone.
"Ren...You've always had me."
Brian Ravenlock.
"You know, where I stand, and more so, what I can do. I have everything on each and every one of them. Files, data, estimates, and— You know what I have, Ren, and they do too. That is why they are so fearful now. She knows, that I know exactly what lay in the heart of each of them, or lack there of. Couple that, with what we share, Ren."
The man who had personally stood shoulder to shoulder with Wolvinator on his first encounter with the Betrayer. They worked together as a team to bring her down. He knew her secrets. He knew her strengths. He knew her weaknesses; and now, he was her ally.
"This has ended long before they even assumed it began, love. It's time, to show them exactly what accompanied me, when I returned from the other realm, after my year or so away."
"It ends soon," Renna continues, "when I begin once again. They thought me a trouble before" But now....Bloods" Immortals" Primordials" I've done a lot more than just sit on my ass for four years. I've fought tooth and nail to get what I've wanted and now, all that stands in the way is one whole day. And then, I'm back....My Undead army - my new army, my new project - the virus - The Black Flame - everything, Brian. I've done for this moment, and I need to know, you are with me...."
"I am with you, Ren...Of that, there is no question. My Ebon Blade, is yours...As is my Gauntlet. Tommorow, Ren, I will be waiting, and readied." WHAM!
"Computer," Wolvinator interrupted now, sand pouring from the canvas onto the duranium floor "end playback."
Wolvinator's fist had cleared straight through the canvas nearly splitting it in half. Anger was consuming him. This hadn't been the first or the thirteenth time he had listened to this time index play out. His mind had darted back between ruse and truth.
Was Brian Ravenlock actually defecting to help Renna"
Was this a ploy to draw her in closer for the final kill"
There wasn't enough evidence to tell. One thing was evident however.
"Computer, open a channel to Edward Batten, priority one. I need to assemble the Avengers.?
It wasn't even a thought as much as it was instinct at this point. One fist, then the other, slammed into the canvas of the heavy bag. Each punch was executed with perfectly timed, short, quick exhales. The combinations, the art of the warrior were engraved into the very fiber of his being. Training was just as much of a necessity as it had been a ritual. Technique was as important as a razor sharp edge " never let it dull and always keep it sharp.
Beads of sweat ran down the tip of Wolvinator's nose. His body was almost shiny with perspiration. His bare knuckle slammed into the punching back again, followed up by another as sprinkles of sweat jumped from his body with each impact. Despite the look of determination on his face, his mind was heavy in thought. He bounced around on bare feet momentarily, hitting the bag two more times before he paused and stepped away, moving over to a small console in the middle of the Danger Room.
"Computer," he began, as he wiped his palms on his sweatpants. "Replay from time index twenty-fifty."
The audio had been already queued up and the voices began to speak as they had once before. The first was a female, whom sounded younger than her previous incarnations. Her voice was thick with anger and hatred, sprinkled with delight over the latest developments.
"I've never known you to be so angry, and it just....Fills me with this, feeling of?"
Renna, the Betrayer.
Wolvinator had encountered her on many occasions. She was a seemingly immortal being, enveloped by both light and dark energies, and always hell bent on destroying the known realm. He had played a role in her 'death? twice, the most recent roughly six months ago.
However, she came to him well over a year ago seeking help. She had asked the Admiral for Medical supplies as her people were in danger. She was beaten, broken and begging for help. He couldn't allow innocent people to die an excruciating death. Giving her the medical supplies plagued his mind ever since.
"You don't know what it means to me to see you like this. A satisfaction - a goddamn victory knowing you've submitted to the same desires I once did when I was but a child!"
There was a sound of a thud against a wooden table over the audio just as Wolvie had returned to the heavy bag. He listened intently as his workout continued.
"Brian....You can't do this by yourself. I need you - we, need you.
"There are many in this realm who band together, to defeat evil. To defeat what they think is evil. Why not we" Why can't we do it' Brian. I'm not looking to make an ally out of you for what I want to happen. I....Want you, by my side."
"Brian. This is the you, I have always wanted....I always want you to be, so full of hatred. I love you deeply, and you know that. We made a daughter so #$%^&* powerful she locked me up in my own #$%^&* prison!"
A second voice responded to her now. This caused Wolvie to pause again and focus only on the audio. It was a man who he had worked side by side before on many occasions, a fellow council member and a person who knew Renna better than anyone.
"Ren...You've always had me."
Brian Ravenlock.
"You know, where I stand, and more so, what I can do. I have everything on each and every one of them. Files, data, estimates, and— You know what I have, Ren, and they do too. That is why they are so fearful now. She knows, that I know exactly what lay in the heart of each of them, or lack there of. Couple that, with what we share, Ren."
The man who had personally stood shoulder to shoulder with Wolvinator on his first encounter with the Betrayer. They worked together as a team to bring her down. He knew her secrets. He knew her strengths. He knew her weaknesses; and now, he was her ally.
"This has ended long before they even assumed it began, love. It's time, to show them exactly what accompanied me, when I returned from the other realm, after my year or so away."
"It ends soon," Renna continues, "when I begin once again. They thought me a trouble before" But now....Bloods" Immortals" Primordials" I've done a lot more than just sit on my ass for four years. I've fought tooth and nail to get what I've wanted and now, all that stands in the way is one whole day. And then, I'm back....My Undead army - my new army, my new project - the virus - The Black Flame - everything, Brian. I've done for this moment, and I need to know, you are with me...."
"I am with you, Ren...Of that, there is no question. My Ebon Blade, is yours...As is my Gauntlet. Tommorow, Ren, I will be waiting, and readied." WHAM!
"Computer," Wolvinator interrupted now, sand pouring from the canvas onto the duranium floor "end playback."
Wolvinator's fist had cleared straight through the canvas nearly splitting it in half. Anger was consuming him. This hadn't been the first or the thirteenth time he had listened to this time index play out. His mind had darted back between ruse and truth.
Was Brian Ravenlock actually defecting to help Renna"
Was this a ploy to draw her in closer for the final kill"
There wasn't enough evidence to tell. One thing was evident however.
"Computer, open a channel to Edward Batten, priority one. I need to assemble the Avengers.?