To be described.







bad mojo.

A funeral home with its own crematorium in downtown Weston. Currently there is evil power emanating from the basement.

Ozzy entered the funeral home, shifting down to human form so that he could fit inside the building. If the magic emanating from this place was any indication, he'd need his ability to dodge more than his ability to take punishment. After all, a death spell generally didn't care HOW tough you were.

  Clarissa shifted to her own 'natural' form now, the catgirl one, so she had her claws, and could cling to the walls if she needed to.  She said softly "Don't hesitate to draw if you need it."

Ozzy nodded and replied, "Don't worry, love, I won't. Just... be careful, okay? And promise me something. If I tell you to run, you run, okay? If I end up NEEDING my big form, I'm probably gonna end up doing a lot of collateral damage. And if I can't fight without worrying about you getting smashed by falling rubble, I might hesitate too long, okay?"

  She nodded, and said softly "I promise, love.  I'm mostly only coming IN so I can play eyes in the back of your head."  He could see Crystal Rose was perched under her hair, peeking behind them as she moved forward, and she added "And if I see something trying to block the exit, I'll head for an exit and let you take care of the mayhem end, love."

  The Van Of God is probably close enough to the place to be in the thread by now.  "Clarissa says it's coming from the Funeral home, if your sensation of an obvious dark ritual wasn't already specific enough."

"I know, its coming up on the right. Park and then I'll cloak us while we go in, the powers coming from the basement."

Ozzy grinned and said, "Done deal, love. The mayhem end is pretty much my bread and butter, hehe."

He cracked his knuckles as he did so, then looked around, looking for the best way to get down, to where he could feel the bad magic emanating from.

  "Well, that's convenient."  Matt doesn't expect it to hide them as well from the enemy below than it would hide the Holy Avengers from civilians passing by.

  'I really hope we don't interrupt a legit wake during this, that would be awkward' Matt thinks to himself.

OOC: If I somehow missed that it was Matt doing the driving, assume a competent parking job.

Brother Joshua, whi had produced two daggers assumably out of nowhere, stepped out of the car. "Let us find the Mages Gysbourne quickly, we must not let these evil mages complete their ritual."

  Sister Janice led the way in through the front door, her Hammer handy.  She looked at the front desk, and said softly "There are no funerals or viewing hours today.  So let us explore and find the Mages Gysbourne, and those who are doing ill.  Check for 'staff only' doors, as the public areas will not be where we want to go."

The Gysbournes soon came across the door to the basement. They can reel the dark power growing and here chanting from downstairs.

Ozzy carefully examined the door, looking to see if there were any wards upon it to keep intruders out, or if they would be so stupid as to think that no one would try to find them. After all, no point in trying to kick the door down if that would just spring some kind of magical trap that got him killed.

  Alas, Matt doesn't think to just carve a hole through the floor.  Finding the doorway down, even one hidden, won't take particularly long however, unless it was upstairs or some other 'why would you even do that?' location.

  Of course, he could also just go the same way Ozzy did.
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  He found a spell laid on the door indeed.  It was designed to kill any living thing that passed through this door who did not have a mage's Mark upon them.  And he didn't have the Mark the spell was looking for.

Ozzy frowned and said, "Oooh. That's nasty. Good thing I checked. Clarissa, honey, I'mma need your help with this, I think. Whoever put this into place was pretty powerful, and it's going to take a lot to dispel it."

He then turned and said, "Unless, of course, the rest of you are cool with me smashing us another way in and bypassing the door."

  Clarissa padded over, taking hold of his hand as she said affectionately "Love, you know it's yours if you need it.  No matter what."

  Sister Janice said logically "Property can always be repaired, souls cannot be replaced.  Do as you must to stop these evil mages, Mage Gysbourne."

"They must not be allowed to complete their ritual. No matter what" Brother Joshua added.

Ozzy said, "Let's go the dispel route. It'll be quicker."

With that, Ozzy linked up with Clarissa and started drawing runes on the door, hoping to counter the death magic and make it safe to go through and hopefully interrupt the ritual.

  Clarissa simply watched, and fed Ozzy power as he needed it.  And as much (or more!) than he needed.

  Matt arrives along with the Templar types to Ozzy and Clarissa.

  "I could walk through early, I'd rather not rely on extending that benefit to others if it really is a cheap ass instant kill, no save throw trap.  Want me to rush ahead and delay them as much as I can while you work with this?"

  Should this be an acceptable course of action, Matt will bust on through without need of an extra post solely for saying he did what he said he would do.  Otherwise, he'll wait for the dispel for a team effort.

"Will you be alright on your own till we get through? These are dangerous individuals we're looking at.

  "I figure if I did die saving somebody, these victims wont steal my wallet after.  Better someone is trying to tear me in half than tear out somebody's soul at least.  Just think of it as another reason for Ozzy to work fast."

  With this display of potential maturity done, Matt goes back to immaturity as he forces the Door Of Death open, and gives the door frame The Finger on his way through.  At the very least Matt can run rather quickly, even if he can't fly.

As Matt hurried down the stairs he heard the sound of chanting before he came across three cloaked individuals standing around some sort of sigil and their backs turned to him, for now.

As Matt went through the door, Ozzy cringed for a moment before remembering that Matt was technically already dead. He then started working even faster, hoping to get that damn spell off the door before anything terrible happened to Matt.

  Clarissa funneled him power, feeding it to him with abundance.  She knew he would want it.

  The spell, under Ozzy's assaults, finally collapsed, leaving the rest of them free to hustle after their chitinous friend.

Once the spell was down, Ozzy turned to his companions and grinned, waving them on before charging down after Matt.

  There were several efficient courses of action to take from here.  Unfortunately, Matt doesn't think of them due to a lack of practice in a lethal mindset.  So instead, Matt settles for silently rushing the gathering.  Intending to brace himself against the ground (wall crawling is handy that way) for a punch at one of them if he gets close enough.  Set phasers to fractured ribs Mr. Sulu.

OOC: Benefits of Matt's influence.  Somebody with him can kill dracula with a brick.  Downsides, Matt himself is incapable of killing anything without a conscious decision to, as it puts a cap on what he can dish out.

The spellcaster attempted to concentrate, then it was broken by the punch from Matt. Glaring at Matt, he spouted "You will suffer a thousandfold for your insolence."

Another of the dark mages turned to regard Matt as his comrade was punched out of the circle interrupting the spell. He was an older man perhaps in his fifties or sixties he was dressed in black robes with the hood pulled up shadowing his eyes. In his hand was a bone white staff with a long wicked looking blade at the end. He gripped the staff in both hands and swung it through the air a portal apearing along the blades trail. Out of the portal stepped four skeletons armed with various archaic weapons.

  Matt defaults to literal, "You're going to punch me a thousand times?"  He faces the skeletons, as he draws his favorite staff length of steel pipe.  "Could you guys wait a bit?  Punching me a thousand times could take a while, and he might be sad if you cut in front of him."

Ozzy grinned as he approached, using a flying kick aimed at one of the skeletons to try and help stop his charge. As he did, he interrupted, "Actually, I think that rib-punching appointment is going to have to be put on hold indefinitely. Our friends in black have an appointment with the Order that kind of takes precedence. You good with rescheduling, Matt?"

  Clarissa came down, but she stayed back, although somewhere along the line, she'd switched from human to catgirl, and had acquired a set of mixed plate and chainmail, enameled in sky blue and forest green, and with a crystalline looking TWIG thing for a wand.  But she wasn't diving into the battle.

The skeleton stumbled at Ozzy's kick but did not fall. Instead he turned on Ozzy with its pair of maces. The Holy warriors rushed down the stairs and the oldman smiled. "Joshua, How good to see you again and you brought your pretty little friend. I haven't seen the two of you since that gusiness in Syria.

  Sister Janice whipped out her oversized warhammers, and held them at the ready as he greeted them, then said "This time, I'm going to break your arms."

"After I give him some new holes. Who are your Friends Geoffrey?" Joshua stood at the middle of the stairs a dagger in each hand.

Ozzy parried the skeleton's mace attacks with a conjured paint sword, chuckling, "Hey, not bad, your skeletons hold up better than the ones conjured up by Konnish's poncy flunkie. They're not too terrible at fighting, either!"

He then shoved against the skeleton, before bringing the sword around in a horizontal slash, aiming to sever the spine.

  "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I can delay that show." Matt looks over to the thus far quiet creepy evil person.  "Okay, we've had threats and banter with the other two.  Anything you'd like to add that might disqualify you from a vicious pipe beating?" This question asked as Matt made a less graceful home run swing blunt end first at the closest skeleton.

  She smiled, and dipped, touching one finger to the design of blood on the floor.  Just before it rose up, forming something like a cage around him!  She said "You'll have to get to me first."

Ozzy smiled and said, "Huh... blood mage, eh? Looks like this might actually get interesting. Good! I like a little challenge. Looks like I'll get to bring out my gifts from Odin after all."

With that, he brought in his armor, messing with the transformation magic that turned it into a tattoo a bit to make the armor smaller, so it would fit his human form. The hammer's haft he shifted to make it longer and thinner, so he could use the massive weapon with two hands. Otherwise the handle would have been too big and thick for his smaller hands.

He then grinned and said, "Now, then, we'll see how your skeletons like the taste of Asgardian craftsmanship."

  She smiled, and as he moved to hit one of the skeletons, she threw a bolt . . . at Clarissa!  The scarlet energy whistled past him, and hit Clarissa like a punch, eliciting a very feline sounding snarl from her, as well as a very DEFINITE jolt of PAIN through their link.  It also spun her off the steps, but she landed on both hands and feet on the floor below the stairs.  Fur all fluffed and wings mantled.

  Clarissa swiped one hand along her mouth, wiping blood away, and told him silently {{Okay, you get that bitch, or *I* will.}}  She was PISSED.

The old man swiped his staff again summoning two more skeletons to replace the ones Matt and Ozzy dispatched.

 Brother Joshua flipped over the others on the stairs landing in a crouch and tossing two daggers at the necromancer.

  Sister Janice was beating the holy hells out of one of the other skeletons with her hammers, slowly reducing it to powder instead of bones.

Ozzy growled and charged at the blood mage, ducking past a clumsy blow from one of the skeletons as he did. As he approached the blood mage, he raised his hammer high for a mighty blow aimed at the blood mage's shoulder, aiming to incapacitate the mage rather than kill. After all, she might know something useful.

  She smiled up at him, then blasted at him with another bolt, daring a different direction than he was.  And PAIN lashed into him through Clarissa, another yowl escaping her.

  "Cage huh, I knew I was forgetting something."  That said, one of Death Cleave's minions likely had a run in the necromancer's namesake as the portal snapped shut before if had passed all the way through.  A metaphysical cage match now in play through his Influence.  "If you want to run, you'll have to do it the old fashioned way."

  Matt's extending head tail lashed out through the bloody cage bars, intent on dragging Bokor over for a talk about that whole thousandfold thing face to face as it were.

Ozzy cried out as her pain came through their link, causing him to stumble at the last moment and miss his swing. He growled as he got back to his feet, saying, "Oh, you tricky little witch... you're using my wife and I's link to keep me from doing much. But let's see how you like THIS!"

With that, he raised his arm and unleashed a small barrage of paint-arrows, hoping to at least distract the blood mage long enough for Clarissa to get up and get out of the line of fire.

  Clarissa told him {{You get her, I'll get the hell outside, so hopefully she STOPS using me against you.  There's no problem with distance, you know that.  And the bloody nose I've got needs a rag or something.}}  She hissed at the blood mage as she bounced up the stairs, intending to do precisely as she'd said, get out of range (and out of sight) so that the blood mage couldn't still hurt Ozzy THROUGH her.

The necromancer growled as Matt cut off his ability to raise more undead. One skeleton armed with a scimitar rushed Matt while the other two went after Sister Janice and Brother Joshua. The necromancer came at Matt on the opposite side as his skeleton and slashed at him with his bladed staff.

  Matt ignored the scimitar wielding skeleton, as the bars of the Scarlet's blood cage he had yet to bother doing anything about blocked it's slash with a.... what sound does a sword hitting solid blood make again?  Death Cleave on the other hand, had a proper pointy stick to jab through with.

  No Matt, getting stabbed in the chest is the opposite of dodging.  "Okay, I guess I'll deal with Mr. thousandfold later."  He gripped the staff with one hand, going to pull it out as he swung his extended headtail back to try and wrap around Mr. Cleave.

  Scarlet leaped backwards, and this time, the blood lashed at him, making of itself a whip.  His armor kept it from drawing his blood, but it sure did sound like it would have hurt had it actually hit his skin!

Ozzy grinned and taunted, "That's right. Run, witchy. Be afraid of me. Because that's when you mess up, and I pounce in for the kill."

He trusted in his armor to protect him still as he spun around for a moment, then hurled his massive hammer Wulfgar-style at the witch. Once the hammer was away, he watched to see how she reacted, to try and intercept her with bare hands if she managed to dodge the impromptu hammer-throw.

  She dodged DOWN, and rolled sideways, drawing a dagger from her belt to slash at him.  Striking sparks from his armor as the dagger was wrapped in a black energy that sucked and clawed at him when it got close.

His left hand went for the wrist of the hand that was holding the dagger, trying to keep her from hitting him with it, while he used his right fist to throw a punch at her, aiming for the side of her head. He was hoping that he could knock her senseless, and therefore render her harmless for now.

  She twisted, so he caught her hand, the black energy ripping at his own energy field as she dodged the punch.  She growled a word, and the energy around the dagger flared and licked at his whole forearm like it wanted to start CHEWING on him!

Ozzy growled as the black aura began sucking the energy out of him. He shoved her in desparation, not wanting to let her feed on him more with that evil spell of hers. He then summoned another paint sword and slashed at her, hoping to catch her off guard while she was still recovering from the shove.

  She swore at him, and flung another bolt, this one of a sickly red, and the blood drained out of a tank where the embalmers hadn't yet disposed of it, and became a shambling THING that promptly tried to EAT him.  Whole.

Ozzy gagged as the blood-shambler formed, ducking out of the way as it tried to eat him, before conjuring a paint golem of his own to try and battle the beastie. He then turned to the blood mage and said, "Is there anything else, witch?"

  She flung a bolt of the black-stuff at his eyes, as she snarled "Just DIE already, you insolent boy!!"  His paint-sword had drawn a line along her arm and he could feel her USING her own pain to draw yet more power from it!

  Clarissa slid to a stop, and stood still, swiping at her nose as she regarded the ring of skeletal warriors surrounding the funeral home, and said {{Small problem.  Someone set up a perimeter.  They're too close for me to fly past them from the ground floor . . . so I'm going to try going up.  See if I can get out an upstairs window.}}

Dragon Fist entered the fray, wielding his chi-sword, holding it in a ready position, attempting to draw the attention of the blood mages.

"Now then...let's see how you match up against me.."

  Bokor smiled, as a man's body lying on the slab under the stairs sat up, and reached over to grab at Dragon Fist, his cold, clammy hands settling on his hips as he said his piece.

Dragon Fist was surprised by the new combatant. He could see the chi signature of this man, who was alive and yet not. Dispersing his chi sword, Dragon Fist's hands glowed with chi, and he flurried several blows with his fists at the grabby zombie-like man.

  The man holding onto Dragon Fist's hips didn't even flinch, his vacant, unseeing, filmed over eyes open and staring at the hero as he pulled him closer, and opened his mouth like he was getting ready to try and take a bite out of him!

Dragon Fist evaded the bite barely, purely out of reflex in spite of being armored. With this opponent, he would not have to hold back and so he didn't, crouching quickly and giving a vicious chi-powered uppercut on the zombified man.

Ozzy deflected the bolt of dark magic, slapping it away with his magic rune-sword before rushing in, aiming a knee towards the blood mage's solar plexus. Then, hoping to finish the fight, he brought his sword back up and thrust at her, aiming to strike a blow that would kill quickly and free him up to help the others.

  She was hit in the solar plexus, which was why she fell backwards, and did a flip, gasping out of his reach as her own blood became a series of razor edged flechette's that she flung at his face, aiming to kill him in trade.

Ozzy tried his best to sidestep the fletchettes, but he was no speedster. They tore through his armor, and he screamed. While he was alive, it wasn't pretty. The right side of his face was fairly torn up, chunks were gone from his right ear, and his eye... well, let's just say if Megs couldn't fix it, then he'd be looking a bit more pirate-y from now on.

Still, the teenage titan stood firm, clearly in pain but not willing to give up the fight. Paint swirled over the wounded parts of his head, trying to close them off from her magic as he charged in, sword raised high once more before he stabbed it down at the ground, sending the blade streaking across the ground before piercing up, hoping to impale her from an unexpected direction.

  She shrieked as the sword-tip ripped through one lung, her own pain and blood fueling her next spell, as she wiped her hand through it, and FLUNG them at him.  Her aim was not as good, and the blood turned to drops of napalm-fire as it flew toward the chest of his armor.

This was one time that Dragon Fist could apply some of the lethal portion of the martial arts against his opponent. His opponent was no longer living.

He sent a vicious kick to the zombie's knees, attempting to cave them in, followed by twisting the zombie's wrist into a bonecrunching wristlock.

  The distinct feline snarl from upstairs told Ozzy that someone was coming back, and she was now very pissed off.  Even as he felt her give him a burst of energy, and she said mentally {{Okay, that bitch is in deep shit.  Because now I'm pissed.}}  She peeked down from the stairs, and Ozzy could see, those chocolate eyes were glowing amber-gold with mana as she flung one hand forward, and the burning droplets headed for his chest turned into water.

As the flames turned to water, Ozzy just grimaced and shifted his sword a bit, so the blade was like a four-pointed ninja star on the tip of a shaft, and then started it spinning at high speeds inside the blood mage's chest cavity.

He then turned to see how Dragon Fist and the others were faring, and who needed help most. The pain could wait 'till later, he had to help his friends NOW.

  She screamed as the sword-tip turned her vitals into so much bloody puree, and fell limply dead.

  Snapping her wings twice, Clarissa soared across the room, landing beside Ozzy with a bit of a SCREEEEE as she caught hold of a metal pole to stop her forward momentum, one glove yanked off as she snaked that hand down to delicately poke Ozzy, the pink of the mutagen welling as she tripped his shift to kick his regen up.  Then she threw a second spell at the one mage, Death Cleave, transforming HIM into, of all things, a big, fat, smelly domestic pig.

Ozzy was surprised when he transformed, his massive form meaning that he couldn't stand straight without bringing down the rest of the room. Still, he let his armor recede so his wounds could heal properly, and they were indeed healing quickly.

"Thanks, babe. OW. Losing an eye HURTS. Remind me not to do that again. It's a good thing that I've got a healing factor..."

Dragon Fist looked at his fallen opponent, kicking off the zombie in the face, then heading over to his one-time student and his lady love.

"You guys all right?"

Seeing one opponent (Bokor) still up, he went after him with a spinning cartwheel kick
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  She still had her legs wound around that pole.  Stretching, she retracted her claws and brushed her fingers along his unwounded cheek, and said "Don't forget those healing runes Odin gave you, love.  And you're welcome.  You heal faster in this form.  And they DID say collateral damage to objects could be dealt with!"  She lightly laid her hands on his shoulder, and let go of the pole to flip down and stand beside him, trying to check his face over as she said "That bitch had better stay dead, or I'll make her sorrier than she is now!!"

"Gon' make you sorry you crossed us, Dragon Freak!" the necromancer uttered, sending what appeared to be a flaming skull at the armored hero.

Dragon Fist countered with his chi sword, deflecting the blow, then slashing at the necromancer.

Bokor fell to the ground, spitting up blood.

"Another time then...you not gon' be so lucky.." he told them now starting an incantation which made both him, Death Cleave, and the dead Scarlet Gold disappear in a flash of black energy.

When Scarlet disappeared, Ozzy sighed and said, "Ya know, something tells me she's not staying dead now. Damn necromancers..."

"I just sort of happened upon you guys," Dragon Fist said. "What were they doing here?"

  Clarissa's ears flattened, but she was busy trying to make sure his wounds were clean.  She had ripped a chunk off of her skirt, and was wiping the blood away as she said "If she comes back, I'll rip her face off.  She REALLY was trying to do a number on you."  She shifted to meet his gaze, and he could feel her fishing in his head for a moment, finding those runes Odin had given him in Asgard.  She very carefully dipped one clawtip in his blood, and sketched one of them on his forehead as she said "You're going to have to show me how to conjure paint like you do, I really DON'T like painting runes with your own blood on you, love."  But the rune DID make the pain into a dull throb, instead of a screaming howl.

"The Order asked us to help them deal with some necromancers that were killing people in the area. Thanks for the assist, by the by." said Ozzy with a grin. He shifted back to human, though his face was still kind of messed up, but he'd need to be smaller if he wanted to get out.

He turned to Clarissa and said, "Hun, I dunno if you want to do that. You can ask me to summon some paint any time you want to... but these runes can't be tattooed. I'd have to carve them INTO you, like I did mine. And trust me, it's not a pleasant process."

  She flipped her wrists, and presented them while giving him a look.  "Carve them, love.  I'd do it by eraserburn if you don't do it for me."

"There was a bit of a perimeter around this place," Dragon Fist replied. "Made of lots and lots of skeletons...I can help you guys out with that, or if you guys want to fly with the others out of here, that's a viable plan too."

Ozzy looked at her wearily with his one eye and said, "Later, love. Right now, we have to deal with these skeletons. If we're lucky, they were the quick-and-dirty kind, and they'll fall apart with the casters gone. If we're not, then we need to take them out, as without the necromancers here to control them, they'll revert to normal undead protocols... namely, seek out and devour the flesh of the living. Bad news, yeah? Thankfully, they're necromantic skeletons and not virus zombies, so at least it wouldn't spread... I think. Violent deaths do sometimes automatically raise as malevolent spirits..."

  Sister Janice said "Brother Joshua and I can handle them, we can dispell them, but you need your wounds tended, Mage Gysbourne.  I am sorry for the loss of your eye, but stopping this vile necromancy is worth an eye.  Or even my own life."

Ozzy looked over at Sister Janice and said, "Meh, it'll grow back. If you didn't notice, big green me mode kinda has a healing factor. Plus, one of our friends is a demigoddess, and has mega healing powers. She can bring you back from anything short of dead. I just kinda don't want to wreck EVERYTHING on my way out, you know?"

  Clarissa snagged his hand, parking herself on his blind side so she could cushion him from doorways (having only one eye REALLY screwed up depth perception) and she said "Still hurts like hells, love."

Ozzy apologized, "Sorry! Lemme fix that..."

Suddenly, almost like a vault door shutting, Ozzy blocked the pain from the link. Just as Clarissa was used to being high, Ozzy was used to pain, and knew just how to keep it from bothering him... or her, in this case.

He then smiled and said, "Better? Once we get home, I'll get to work. I'd rather not be carving into the insides of your forearms without a stable work surface. I dunno if you regen fast enough to heal up a nicked carotid artery."

  She shifted her grip, so she had one arm around his waist, and said softly "I can deal with pain, that's one of those things that women handle well.  Although yes, you blocking it does feel a bit better, but I can still see the mess, love.  We're headed to Meg's next.  No arguing.  Then you can carve my arms too.  Because the other options that I have currently suck if you're out or out of reach or something.  I'm learning your runes too.  They're not my specialty, but I CAN borrow them enough to get us by.  My poor Ozzy.  She's lucky she's dead."    She stole a moment to kiss his shoulder, still fussing over him affectionately, and clearly glad she COULD cheat, and sort of PUSH at his healing with her mana-feed through their link.

  Villain Exit Clause, Matt's greatest weakness.  Or would his greatest weakness be courtesy?  Tough call.

  "Insert necromancer death inconvenience comment here.  Thanks for the help Dragon guy."  He turns back towards Ozzy and Clarissa "As touching as the concern and planning for self sufficient healing between you two is, I'm right here you know.  Enjoy stereoscopic vision."  Sure, Ozzy would heal up fine without him too.  But the guy was leaking all over the place now and that was just unpleasant for all involved.

 Clarissa grinned, and said "Thank you, Matt.  Believe me, *I* appreciate the help patching Ozzy!!"  She gave him a grin, and indicated Matt (who was closer) could lead them up the stairs.

"Looks like you guys have things under control. Get well soon, Ozzy, though I suspect it will be just a short time before you're like new again," Dragon Fist said. Nodding at Matt, he then went with them up the stairs, and then made ready to leave once Clarissa and Ozzy would start off to Meg's.

  Matt waved goodbye to Dragon Fist, he seemed like a nice face puncher.

  "It's no problem, just sorry I wasn't enough help to keep it from happening in the first place."  He starts on up the stairs, commenting to Janice  "I'm a bit hazy on the Templar crime scene method.  I can fix the building fine from Ozzy's hulk impressions, but would it be preferred the more restrained signs of carnage remain so you can get religion clues, or something?"

  She's a devout servant of God.  He's... We'll get back to you on that.  They fight crime.

Ozzy's face congealed back into its usual configuration, and he definitely LOOKED like he felt better. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thanks, man. That does feel better. I'm just glad the gorram necromancers are gone. Hopefully it'll at least take them awhile before they can start terrorizing folks again."

  Clarissa smiled, and hugged Ozzy with one arm while she said "We could wish they'd go away forever, but I somehow doubt that they will.  So we can just hope for a longer break."

  "I'm sure they hate losing like everyone else, so will at least wait long enough that getting stomped again won't be just sad."  So, maybe a week?  How long would Doctor Claw wait to bother Inspector Gadget again?

"If you guys need any more help with this, feel free to contact me," Dragon Fist told them, now extending his wings and soaring in to the air.