"Let's go home," Victoria said. "We also may want to warn the others. If he got involved with the fight between us, he's liable to try to start trouble elsewhere."

  Andy nodded, and slid his arm around her waist, picking her up to 'port them home, adding, as he kissed her deeply "He had no clue that my 'proper place' is by your side, in your bed, in your arms, where we can love and live and laugh together."

Victoria returned the kiss as they arrived back in the Sanctum.

"I'm glad that our place is together Andy. I believe he was trying to promote strife between us....something he should have known is next to impossible, as our bonds are unbreakable."

  Andy smiled, and said "It is vanishingly rare for a True Binding to happen, love.  So when one sees a Bound Demon  . . . the almost logical assumption is that he is bound by sorcery, not the heart.  You, my love, bound me with the only way that is sure, with love, and that sort of Binding makes it a delight to be YOURS.  I know you don't look at it that way, but everyone who sees auras can see the Binds.  There is a REASON they are shaped like slave shackles."

Victoria smiled.

"I don't see it as you being a slave to me. In my mind and heart, we are equals, and I will always see it that way."

  Andy smiled, kissing her as he said "Love, that's part of why I love my 'shackles'.  I never want them off, and I never want to lose you."

"You won't lose me, Andy," Victoria told him softly. "Now...we've seen this Anarchic character and...he really infuriated me. I can't afford to let him get under my skin like that again."
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  Andy kissed her, and said "That is why I laugh at him."

Victoria shook her head and laughed.

"Yeah, it's amazing that he thinks the power of Chaos is stronger than the bond you and I possess. I am concerned though that he may try to attack us using more...subtle...means. We may want to send a warning to the rest of our friends, just in case."

  Andy hugged her, and said "Yes, love, we should."

"Tell them through the worm network, love...leave anything of the magical variety to the magic-users," Victoria said. 'It will be tough but I'm sure that we, along with the Gysbournes, will manage."

  Andy nodded, and kissed her.

>>>After the Timeskip>>>>>>>

Time had passed on since the Legacy seemed to dissolve. The original members were either dead or retired. For the man known as Dragon Fist, the passage of time had not been altogether smooth.

Even with all of the loss in his life, Lucas managed to reconcile with his family. While gaining a family life again was a great gain, the great void left by the loss of Friday and Mirage was one that could not be filled.

Loss. Loss seemed to define him. Not one...but two women that he loved....both of them had been stolen from him. By various forces of evil. The who and the why didn't matter. What mattered is that the forces of evil had crossed the line one time too many. So there would be justice done.

But a new and brutal, almost savage, justice.

Dragon Fist was like a force unleashed, levying himself first against the street-level thugs, then slowly working his way up the annals of organized crime. His approach was one of brute force (though he still maintained his stance of not killing). There were, however, multiple trails of broken bodies, beaten within an inch of their life, all attributing the vicious deeds to "a winged freak".

This day....this day, Dragon Fist stood atop of one of the downtown buildings, looking down on the denizens below as they scurried about like ants as they went about their daily business.

This night was unusually quiet. Too quiet. That silence allowed Lucas to think. Or perhaps to overthink.

Weston had disappointed Dragon Fist. In need of a convenient denizen to take out his frustrations on, the criminal element seemed to almost hide from him.

And so Dragon Fist swooped down, and in an alleyway, re-assumed the form of Lucas Martinez. It was getting late. But he knew...he knew Weston would not disappoint him again. It was only a matter of time before one of his old enemies would rear their head.

He then proceeded to walk into the night, becoming of the denizens that he had previously observed.

>>>>To ??????>>>>>>>>

A man who looked like a skeleton wrapped in see-through glowing flesh stood in front of a building in downtown weston. He held out his hands and a blast of energy fired from his palms blasting a hole in the wall. "Reeve! I know you're in there! You're going to pay for what you did!"

2 days after the robbery at the museum...

Rodger's dingy old car pulled up to the curb inside of a housing tract. Parking, Clumsy Charlie the clown got out, checking both ways for oncoming cars and retrieved a package from the back seat before locking the doors. Harvey Dentman had left the henchclown trope a few weeks ago, blowing himself to bits for the last time in order to able to be unbonded from his suit and take advantage of a job he'd been offered in New York City. Now, re-programmed for a new character, and attuned to someone new, Rodger was delivering it to the fellow who was joining them. The new costume appeared, from what he could see of it, to be mostly furry, with a horned Viking helmet. So... some kind of clown Viking or clown barbarian warrior, he guessed.

But other than the name and the address, Rodger knew nothing about this fellow or what agreements had been made. He'd been mind-mailed a code phrase to tell him for recognition, and instructed to pretend to be robbing him and 'force' him to get dressed in the outfit. So he'd brought along a clearly (hopefully) fake pistol (a squirt gun loaded with 0 calorie raspberry flavored water) to use in the 'robbery.'

One white hand in his fingerless dark glove lifted to press the doorbell. And he waited.

Mittens is torn.  On the one hand, glowy skeleton guy is already getting violent.  On the other swanky party crashers are poised to possibly kill way more people than the skeleton guy who's after someone who sounds like he deserves what's coming to him.

"Have you considered taking legal action against Mr. Reeve?" Mits asks, munching on an hors d'oeuvre from the swanky party.

She's keeping a close eye on the party, but isn't intervening just yet, figuring that things might just resolve themselves without anyone getting hurt so long as a superhero doesn't show up and escalate things...  (Unless of course that superhero's name is Matt and he makes all the victims invulnerable, but we digress.)  But just in case, Miss Adventure is now dressed in a very fancy black dress and diamond necklace for in case she has to blend in with the rich people crowd.

The man jumps as Mittens speaks, turning to look at her. "Wha?"

But before he can say anything further he was interrupted from a voice from inside the building. "I didn't mean for this to happen John! It was an accident!"

The glowing man growls in response. "Accident!? It was your machine that did this Reeve! Turned me into a freak! And you're going to pay accident or not." He fires another blast at the building.

"Please John let's just talk about this! Let me help you!" The voice replies

"No! No talking! Now stop hiding and face your death like a man" The glowing man stalks towards the building, completely forgetting about Mittens.

Lifelight was flying to the scene because she heard the noises. Upon getting there, she sees the skeleton. Having heard the names involved, she now knows how to address each person. In her usual soft tone, "Hi Mittens." she says with a soft smile and a wave.

She looks at John and calls out. "John!" and begins to fly to him with a concerned look on her face. "What if it could be undone?"

Eek!  Sudden jump from PG to R-rated gore fatality over at the rich party!  Mittens freezes for a moment.  All the edgy stuff she was involved in over the past couple years usually involved dried green alien blood, which lessened the horror value a great deal, and Matt being around meant that the chunky salsa stuff never happened right in front of her eyes.  This hits waay closer to home.

So, kiinda distracting.  Hence Ray-John getting away with blasting the building again.  But yay!  Lifelight is here!  Maybe she's so super, she can save the guy with the chest cavity?

Mits pops next to Lifelight and opens a small portal for her to be able to see the hole in the rich dude's chest.  "Please tell me you can s-save this guy?"

With that done, she'll pop portals over at where she heard Reeve's voice coming from to find the guy and get him to safety.  (Safety meaning the inside of a para-resistant prison cell just in case he's a villain that gets his kicks out of turning people into toxic avengers.)

Lifelight looks over at chest-cavity-man and gasps! "I will need him and I to go to my lab." she reaches for the small portal as if ready to work on the man. Her intent: provide the man's brain oxygen to keep him alive for a bit until she can get him to her lab where she can give him the proper artificial heart or lung, whichever is needed.

But none of this will be possible without Mitts, so Ant is just kind of taking action assuming Mittens will do what is needed for Ant's actions to continue.

The man looks up at the flying woman. "C-can it be?" What can be seen of his face looks hopeful, but then Lifelight flys over to the cat eared woman and begins talking in hushed tones. "Hey! You can't just say something like that and walk away! You're messing with me aren't you!? I'll show you!" He raises his hands in the direction of Lifelight and Mittens and fires a blast of green energy towards the both of them.

  A line of spiny not flesh reaching down from the skyline intercepts the angry blasts, commenting  "Hey, I know it might be too little too late now that you are shooting up buildings and people."

  Matt swiftly lowers the rest of himself to ground level, saying "But one bootleg cenobite to another.  Putting on a brave face makes it less likely people will thank god they can guiltlessly forget you exist."

  He turns his head in the direction of Lifelight, dealing with where Mittens asked Matt to be, rather than where Matt stopped first. "Like why she left. Nobody will care if the guy punching gaping chest wound into people turns out to be secretly funding orphans.  All people will care about is they were 'some assholes shooting up a place.' "
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Mits was JUST about to answer The Lavish Legion's Boss (LLB) when John shoots at her!  Instinctively, she raises a shielding portal...  that connects to the one that was going to be her talking window to LLB.  Oops!  Good thing Matt showed up and blocked the blast when he did or things mighta gotten real ugly.

"Th-thanks.  S-sorry 'bout the um... stuff." 

Defensive portal closes.

"Here's the... the guy."

Even as she portals out of the scene, chest cavity man appears before Lifelight and Matt.  Just to be safe, Mits leaves a window open so Matt's influence can keep anymore hostages from being smushed.

Her voice can be heard coming from somewhere near the mostly dead dude.

"P-please don't shoot!  I'm on y-your side!"

"Hey John?  These two helped stop the alien invasion the other day.  I've gotta... go do something.  But they're way better at fixing things than me anyway.  Just give 'em a chance."

And to be sure that the voices of her friends aren't heard by the badguys in the hotel, Mits shrinks her portal to be tiny enough to fit inside her ear.
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Lifelight doesn't seem to notice the blast, but does get momentarily confused by the sudden dropping of the portal before chest-cavity man is now in her arms.

She then looks over to see Matt's rescuing headtail and gives a look of concern. "Hi, Matt. Thank you. Can you suspend the physical state of the man I'm holding until I can help him?"

Now John can see some richly dressed man with a hole in his chest in Antoinette's arms. She looks at John. "I'm sorry. This man needed me too. Will you go with me to my lab?"

She is losing altitude as she slowly carries hole-man to the ground. She also seems unaware that John is unstable or that he shot at her.