"What do you...mean...?"
Eyes shrinking, Joachim Nokianvirtanen, or Welt Yang, squinted his eyes in shock. Despite looking nonchalant, his hands said otherwise: his cane creaked ever so loudly as he walked.
Himeko, walking in front, did not hear what was being said, but she heard the loud cracking coming from his cane. "Welt, you okay? I can stop and wait for you to catch up..." Concerned, Himeko glanced back, feeling her trusty partner seem worried.
Waving his hand, Welt hurriedly signalled her. "No, Himeko, it's alright. He just said something that...surprised me, that's all. Now, how about telling us where we are?" Although still confused (and somewhat worried), she let this small budding feeling of unease settle far away deep in her mind. He's right, and we don't have time to worry about this. We can deal with this situation once we get rid of the Antimatter legion attacking the station.
Shaking her head, Himeko forged on ahead, her mind focused on getting to the storage and supply zone...
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Swish, whirr...
With another swing, Himeko crushed another Reaver in half, its body dissipating into the surroundings as black gas once more. As the chainsaw sank back into its case, Himeko wiped off the sweat from her forehead, tired from the strenuous activity she had done. Behind her lay 100 dark spots, evidence of the many soldiers she had destroyed on their way to the zones. As she swept her back, she felt some of them gravitating towards her left.
With each swing, the miniaturised black hole stored on the tip of Welt's cane opened, the Dyson Sphere opening just enough to crush the Eliminator into paper. Closing it once more, Welt's eyes never lost their calm, still walking with the brisk pace he usually took. "What a surprise. You surprise me young man. Getting your hands on a black hole is shocking enough, but the means to contain it, a Dyson Sphere, is more surprising. Even in this universe, the means to acquire one must be strenuous to say the least, not to mention the calculations required to ensure that the containment field does not collapse instantaneously. I must say, whoever designed it must be one hell of a genius..."
Rummaging through his bag, Killinger off-handedly commented on how whoever built his cane was smart. Blushing slightly, Welt rubbed his head, mortified, yet happy, to be praised by him. He did not know why, but he had an innate yearning to be praised by him, even though they met for the first time today. "Could I please have some help here!"
Struggling against a horde of Reavers controlled by a Distorter, Himeko struggled with all her might, trying to contain them. Taking his umbrella in his right hand, Killinger flew through the air, dispatching the Baryons and Antibaryons that flew too close to him, much to the shock of Welt.
Are you Mary Poppins or something!? What's next, 'a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down'!
With a swipe from his umbrella, Killinger decimated three Reavers, before landing in front of Himeko. "Close your ears everyone. You don't want to listen to what comes next..."
Feeling the gravity of his tone, Himeko and Welt instantly closed their ears. Seeing that they were safe, Killinger opened his bag. "Hello little cuties. My name is Dr. Henry Killinger, and this is my Magic Murder Bag..."
With a giant pull, the bag was opened, a bright flash of light pouring out from it.
Raaaaah, ruuuuuh, raaaaah...!
Opening their eyes after what seemed like an eternity, Himeko and Welt were left astounded after what they saw:
The floors turned dark black from all the Reavers that were vaporised by the giant beam of light. The only thing that remained of the Distorter was a small pit, from where sparks flew by intermittently.
As their mouths remained open, Himeko and Welt turned back to Killinger, who calmly continued closing his bag. "Oh, and yes, Mr. Nokianvirtanen - A spoonful of medicine does make the medicine go down, provided that it's children who are drinking it..."