“Did you think I never dealt with your kind before?” The Maker sneered. “What you just experienced is called a ‘slow field’. It cancels out speed powers very effectively. Try as you might, you won’t be dashing around in here.”
Electrode stood up, electricity arched around his body. “I still have another weapon.”
Electrode launched a series of powerful bolts at the Maker’s chair and his two robots. Nothing happened to any of them.
“Very impressive. Unfortunately, you face me. I’m not such an easy target.”
“Maybe we can try something else.” Electrode sent his next surge of attacks toward one of the giant turbine engines. To his shock, the lightning re-directed and hit the Maker’s chair instead. It still did no damage to the hovering chair.
“Lightning can be turned too easily. I’m afraid I’m getting bored with you now.”
“So what? Why haven’t you taken a shot at me yet?”
“I promised you to someone else.” The Maker smiled cruelly.
A black silk bag suddenly went over Electrode’s head, held by the Bagman. Bagman had quietly slipped up behind the hero.
“Now I’ll drain your powers for my own, right into the bag!” Bagman said as Electrode struggled to get away. “Feel how you’re weakening? It means you won’t survive the experience.”
Electrode clawed at the silk bag and struggled for some foothold to gain leverage. Bagman had him too far off balance. The Maker continued to smile as he watched the event unfold.
A sudden blast from a nearby wall brought Blacktide and Anubis into the room.
“This party needs to get crashed!” Anubis shouted as he shot Bagman in the back with cosmic rays.
The Maker replaced his smile with a grimace. “Sendroid and Murderator, destroy.”
The two giant robots moved into action. One of them emitted a black beam of disintegration energy that nearly hit Anubis.
“Whoa!” Anubis shouted. “Blacktide, these things hit like you do! Watch out!”
“I’m on ‘em!” Blacktide shouted as he returned fire in kind. He hit the closest one to him and merely singed its chest plates. “Oh great! So much for being pumped up.”
The robot, called Murderator, lunged forward and brought a big fist down that Blacktide barely rolled away from. It crumpled the metal floor but didn’t break through.
“I wonder what’s under here?” Blacktide thought.
Nightfall ran through the fight to try and drag Electrode to a safer distance. At least he could be out from under the robot’s stomping feet. Nyhtwulf couldn’t help her as he flew for the Maker. The Dwarf of the Deep Stars, saw the Twilie Demon coming and smiled. Before Nyhtwulf could touch the Maker, he was caught in mid-air with a loud crackling sound.
“It’s an ethereal barrier, Demon. Perfect for the likes of you!”
Nyhtwulf’s limp body was thrown across the chamber and against a wall with an echoing thud. At the same time, the robot called Sendroid caught Anubis by an ankle in the air. It swung his body right into Nightfall and Electrode, flinging all three of them another direction. Anubis’s body dented the metal wall and he staggered to his feet. Nightfall and Electrode didn’t move.
“I’m really getting sick of this!” Anubis shouted as he built up a glowing charge of cosmic power around himself.
“Do tell.” The Maker looked less than impressed.
Blacktide turned his power against the floor under Murderator’s plodding feet to reveal another chamber underneath them. The big robot fell through and a loud crash was heard below.
“Forgot to make them fly?” Blacktide chided at the Maker.
“Hardly necessary.” The Maker spat.
A large metal hand reached through the floor and metal fingers wrapped around Blacktide’s leg, pulling him down.
“No way!” Anubis shouted as he unleashed as much power as he could muster at Sendroid. As a display of firepower, it would have dazzled military geniuses across the globe. But slowly, Sendroid stomped one step at a time, against the burning assault. Anubis never let up, straining himself as far as he could go. Finally, Sendroid stood over him and brought both metal hands down on him in a fierce clapping motion. Anubis slumped to the floor.
“And yet, Stormy’s little crew had so much trouble.” The Maker said. “Ah, but then there’s one more in here now, isn’t there?”
The room shook as Sandstorm materialized himself as a giant of jagged stone variations. Parts of him were granite. Some were iron ore. Gems of giant sized made up the rest of his hardened giant body. He loomed over the Maker and Sendroid with the mass of a living avalanche. Sandstorm only wished he had found his way sooner.
The Maker’s chair lifted him up to Sandstorm’s head level and shifted in form. Metal shields slid over the seating area of the chair and a series of cannons on rotation arms extended from the back. The cannons and arms rotated like a pinwheel and glowed brightly with power. Sandstorm brought both arms up with intentions of smashing the Maker’s chair into the turbine engine behind it. The Maker held his position, the energy from the rotating cannons strobed brightly. Sandstorm swung his arms of iron and rock inward at the same time the cannon array fired.
The sound of the blast could be felt and heard by Redeagle and Atomizer who were nearing the chamber. They were both thrown to the floor with their ears ringing.
As the light dissipated and the rotators slowed, baseball sized chunks of Sandstorm rained across the entire engine chamber. They clattered and bounced off metal at every point of the engine room. The chair drifted back down and the Maker revealed himself again.
“How unimpressive. Now to dispose of them.”