Young Writers Society

"Quantax on your left."

Sean Argentum ducked to his right as a large glowing spear raced past him and struck something with a "THUNK."

"Thanks, Darkness," he called back, turning towards the new assailant. He looked behind said assailant and soundlessly teleported behind them, conking them on the head with the butt of his dagger and knocking them out cold.

"Well this is looking like a right mess," said Harry, code name The Darkness, walking up to him. The agents blue tinted glasses were missing a len, meaning he looked like some kind of cyborg what with his one visible eye glowing blue and the veins of blue energy pulsating across the very pale skin of his face.

"You don't say," spoke up Vankous, another agent. His code name was Doctor Cerebro.

"Well I guess the plan is ruined," said Sean, looking around them. They were currently in the entrance hall of a giant castle. A castle which they might not have actually been given permission to be inside. It was your generic fancy caste, plenty of large chandeliers lit up the giant room, a red velvet carpet covered the entire floor and a grand staircase leading up to a balcony was the centerpiece of the room. Several dozen guards were however, emerging from said staircase and also from several rooms behind said staircase.

"Heyy...we got the idol at least, that's what we came here for," said Harry, blasting the first wave of guards with lightning, sending them all flying back into each other to topple down like dominoes. No force of evil henchmen ever seemed to learn that standing in a perfect line and charging was an extremely bad idea.

"And you have a plan to get out?" asked Vankous. He was currently floating at the level of the balcony, encased in a protective bubble of purple magic. All sorts of projectiles were bouncing off of it, but he hardly seemed to paying attention to any of them.

"Now, but...we're going to improvise so much, its gonna look like we have a plan, " said Harry, punching several more guards.

"I guess that's kind of become our thing recently," said Sean, charging the nearest set of guards along with Harry, slashing here and there with his dagger, but generally trying not to accidentally kill anyone while knocking as many out as he could.

"Let's face it, this team has never had a plan go right across our millenia of doing this," said Vankous, stifling a yawn as he seemed to be fixing his purple hair in the reflective surface of his protective bubble. "Also overpowered water canons do terrible things to hairdos."

"We had one pla..." began Harry, before his communicator began to beep. "Heyy, looks like the rest of the gang made it at least. Our distraction seems to have worked."

"Well answer it and find out maybe," said Vankous.

"Excuse me, I'm the one giving orders," said Harry, shaking his head as he answered the call, and he put it on speaker.

"Darkness, do you read?" came the voice of James.

"Yes, Khaos, did you deliver the package?"

"Oh yeah, Soundwave has it," said James.

"Did everyone else manage to make it back?" asked Harry.

Sean had to turn away from the conversation for a moment as a particularly determined set of guards charged forward, holding large maces. It looked like they were supposed to be the special section of the guard or something, judging by the emblems on the helmets they wore, distinguishing them from all the other guards clad in their crimson armor.

Dodging the first swing, he teleported up into the air and allowing the density of his body to increases, fell down on top of them like a humanoid bowling ball, scattering the lot of them like...well...bowling pins.

By the time he could focus enough to listen to what was going on, Harry was halfway up the staircase, punching guards with each word he spoke. It looked a couple of the poor fellows were getting some annoyance taken out on them.

"Are you serious?" asked Harry. Several dudes went flying into a nearby wall and crashed down to the floor. Thankfully, the carpet seemed to have broken their fall. "Ask Hurricane or Princess and tell me now." There was now a brand new hole in the staircase as Harry stamped on the floor, sending several guards tumbling down through the staircase.

Sean could hear yelling in the background of the audio and then James came through again. "Okay, everyone is present and accounted for besides you, Cerebro and Quantax."

"Thank you, now get the ship started and out of the atmosphere ASAP so Quantax can teleport all of us on board," said Harry.

"Aye, Captain, give us ten minutes. I'll send you a text when we're ready." With that the line went dead.

"So how exactly are we going to survive that hoard for the next ten minutes?" asked Sean, punching through the final line of guards. It looked like they had a small moment of respite for the moment but he was sure a ton more of them would be pouring in very soon.

"Hmm, that...is an excellent question," said Harry, "I'm currently working on it."

"You guys could just join me up here," said Vankous, floating down to their level.

"You know very well exactly what's wrong with that plan so don't make me waste time pointing those out Cerebro," said Harry.

"Fine, then come up with a plan before we're swamped by more guards," said Vankous.

Harry's eyes lit up suddenly and a very mischievous grin spread across his face. That couldn't possibly mean anything good for the poor guards.

"How good are you guys at bathroom warfare?" he asked.