Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27120173-20180907040804/@comment-27344811-20180908011754

(mmmm yes plot time)

Brain Drain keeps walking, ignoring the passing Wolvers.

Eventually, he takes a very out-of-place mechanical lift down a floor (?) of the woods, and eventually reaches a clearing.

A giant, furry thing jumps out of the bushes at him. He rolls aside, the large beast turning around and roaring. "There she is." Malware observes. "The Snarbolax."

"THIS is what you sent me here for?" Brain Drain asks, staring into the six eyes of the beast. "Yeh. Ol' Snarby is immune to all forms of attack until... well, that's a bit of a secret I'm keeping."

"And how do I catch what cannot be harmed?"

"It can't be harmed, but it can be MOVED." A large cage flahes to life behind the Snarbolax.

"Fantastic." BD mutters before blasting the Snarbolax backwards with his powers, the cage door slamming behind it. The Snarbolax growls, and she gnaws at the bars.

"Good! Now use the bar and the wheels-" bars and wheels manifest on the cage. "and push it through the rift, mkay?"

Brain Drain groans and he grabs a bar and starts pushing. - Doomfist is still pacing.