He wasn't the Longarm I remembered. He had changed: all he had were his pants and combat boots; it would be impossible for him to get a shirt on. Because he had a hundred arms sticking out of his sides and back, all swerving around and moving like a squid's tentacles. I stared at him. "Surprised? Don't be. Bishop tried to spike the power in Cyrus' blood. This is the result. I am, however, more powerful in every way. You could be too, if you join us now." I traded my surprise for anger. "Go to Hell!" I screamed at him. He shook his head. "You don't know what you're giving up here. Cyrus and the others are going to fail you. Just look at the predicament you're in. Do you really think Cyrus is on his way to save you?" As soon as he said it, the door burst open and seven kids stepped in. Longarm glared at them. "Who the hell are you?" The oldest looking one said, "Friends of Cyrus. Sorry he wasn't here to kick your butt today."
We stood there boldly. The kids we were suppose to save were right there, but there was one guard. Let's see......thirty five super powered hands versus, two, four..........a lot of hands/arms. This won't be too hard. Mira shot him her blasts, and he hit the wall. He seemed to be smiling. He took a deep breath and shot the blast back at us. We dodged it, just barely. One of the hostages was awake and she was thrashing and screaming. "No! He's mine! Let me down! I can take him!" I said, "Mira! I'll distract him! You get the kids!" I pushed him with my powers through the wall. Sparky ran to the terminals and zapped them. Avery caught Magnet, Clay caught Metal Cyrus, Burnout caught Viktor with an "Oof!". Bubbles caught Jazz, just barely. Mira assisted Megan and managed to get the harness off before Megan pushed her away and chased Kenny and Longarm.
This sucker is tough. He punched me like a million times already and I got like one in, not even a physical punch either. I had a split lip and blood was gushing out my nose now. He had me in the air, by the throat with, like, four hands. He said, "Prepare to have your skull caved in." He started to cover my head with the rest of his hands, when that girl flew in and punched him in the face, right through the wall. He dropped me and She went right after him. Oh yeah, I'm fine don't worry about me.
We were in what looked like the power room. Why would they put a prison hold in the same area as a power core room? Focus. Longarm was getting back up, his head was twisted all the way around on his shoulders. With a series of sickening cracks he twisted his head back. Crap. He continued to shoot laser blasts at me. After a while of flapping around, I had an idea. "Is that all you got?" I taunted. "I thought you said you had power. What is that? Those are the wussiest power blasts I have ever seen!" He growled. "You want Power?" He asked as I flew around the room. "I'll show you power!" He hesitated, but he lashed out and four of his arms and wrapped them around the power rods at the center of the room. I could see the electical surge going through his arms. He cried out in pain but for whatever reason he held on. He then got down to his knees, his other arms went slack. He let go and they snapped back to 'normal' length. I landed next to him. I stomped my foot in his face out of anger, insuring him a broken nose. I hoped he was dead. I don't want to see that jerk ever again.
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