"... Okay, that's it, you're getting it now." That got him annoyed. Slamming the dial, the usual tornado of flames covered his figured. And he growed bigger. And bigger... And bigger... Until a giant beast reassembling a big dinosaur covered Raven with his shadow, growling.

Ben scratched his head a bit. "Sounds a bit selfish, honestly. So he just goes around doing whatever he wants, then?"

"My clothes... What else, man? And this is... Well, like you said, a guantlet." Fair enough, it did looked more like a weapon than anything. "My turn. Were any of your parents Orcs or something? I don't think that many muscles is normal..." He was being genuine, no intend to be rude.

--~•~-- @horse-jockey.bsky.social --~•~-- The Wild West was a new one for Ben. Specially since the whole place seemed only to be made of rock, sand and dust... And of course, the multiple people on horses chasing him while he was Wildbeast. Normal stuff.

And in Clark’s eyes, the act of lowering his hand and smashing the dial was a minor surprise compared to what came next: in his place was now a humanoid creature resembling an alien moth, which soared into the sky to confront the noisy monster.

Are... Are those people—?

So, approaching to a near building roof, the alien pressed the dial on his face, changing back to human as he landed. "Voices in my head are definitely a new one..."

some stuff about them. For example, right now, flying on the sky as Stinkfly, noticing the glares from people beneath him and the words 'mutant' echoing on his ears was one that left him confused. What even was that? Stinkfly could be ugly, but, come on...!

Doing some acrobatics jumps around as Spider-Monkey, he accidentally shooted a web on the [𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟]'s face. "𝗢𝗼𝗽𝘀. 𝗦𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆, 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂- 𝙪𝙪 𝙪𝙪, 𝙖𝙖 —𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲!"

Eh, why not. Smashing the dial with a shrug, Ben's figured was replaced by an alien one after a bright tornado of green flames. Wildvine!

"𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐚, 𝐡𝐞𝐲!" With the sword caught, the alien revealed itself. Red armor with the appearence of a molusc, Ben didn't flinch at doing so. "𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐒𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫? 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝!" Extending his other hand at her, a water torrent emerged from his palm with inmense force.

"No thanks." Despite the fun that was, he quickly declined. "What I need is information." Taking a gem -at least, to Ross looked like it- from his leather bag of his belt, a projection suddenly appeared above it, showing the image of a man who looked like a wizard. "Have you seen him anywhere?"

"You're insane. You prepared an entire troop just in case I wanted to kick your butt? They have nothing to do with this."

"And besides. What's stopping me from ending your plans right here, right now, before you even start?" #𝙏𝙝𝙚𝘾𝙤𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

Humans are impredictable. And I am human too. I'm one of everyone." Just as Cobra, Ben gave an aura of pressure of his own. Invisible, but strong: thousand of various figures appeared behind him like an army. +

Just as you spoke of cycles, this is one: it doesn’t matter if I fall trying to stop you… There will always be someone else to put an end to you once and for all.” #𝙏𝙝𝙚𝘾𝙤𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

Ben offered a shrug, smirking at the man. "So sorry to dissapoint you if you expected another answer, but I'm not a god. You said it yourself, I've walked on this path long enough to know that I'm not alone on this and I don't need to be."

"I met a man that spoke just like you. He couldn't understand why I do what I do neither. And trust me, he was awful. Hungry for power, domination and very racist. Why, is your question? Simple. What this thing was built for..." He held the Arcanematrix on his arm with care. +

𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒! 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘!" Clenching his other fist, the fusion alien threw one of his infamous attacks: a right-cross to the face with the name of... "𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑!"

"... I'm going to assume this is the part where I ask what is?"

a Galvanic Mechamorph was just the thing he needed. Renovatio, with his lines coloring green until the slided off the building in escape, landed on a dessert part of the city... Ot a least it looked like it. "ℍ𝕒𝕙! 𝕊𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕣𝕤..."

A tiger-looking alien with almost the same size of Four Arms widen his eyes a bit. And inmediatly pointed at the emblem on his chest. "𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐗 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐍𝐎 𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓! 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒 '𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋', 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋! 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇! 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒!"

the dial, a giant red orc with two pair of extra arms replaced him. "𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒!"

"That's... Gross." He's used to aliens, but, man... This was a first. Besides, he had bad memories with that type. "And it doesn't control you or anything?"

"I... Don't think that's something you should use on innocent people..."

Pffsh. No fear! Let's see is she gets luckier than the LAST time...

"Oh, Diamonknight! One of the classics." Recognizing the figure, he gave a slight nod. "Alright. Cover your eyes!" Slamming the dial, the same phenomenon as before ocurred, as an alien made of crystals rised in front of the two.

Oh god he didn't noticed- "... Oh. OH." Way to go, Tennyson! "Crap, I- Uh, I'm so sorry, I... Didn't... Saw it..." Now he feels like a jerk.