Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20170729020201/@comment-26892768-20170730214841

My characters, who didn't do anything, have long since gotten away from the scene.

"Sucks to be them." Nimona grunts, carrying the still-mentally blue-screened Anon.

Meanwhile, Cronus is observing the scene, still invisible.

So far, he's worked in the shadows. The only time he's directly interacted with anyone was with the heroes in that ship two years ago, and, most recently, his failed attempt to injure John.

Aside from that, he hasn't really established himself as an actual threat. Only some of the heroes have actually seen him.

Perhaps it would be for the best if he did something.

"PAUSE!"

"RESTART!"

When time unfreezes, the police officers have been brutally slaughtered beyond recognition, the police vehicles dented, cut in half, and definitely beyond a simple repair job, and all the handcuffs have been broken. And in the center of it all? Cronus, completely visible, standing casually and completely ignoring the blood and oil dripping onto his boot from his Bugvisor 2, now in it's normal position as a belt buckle.

''"Cronus!" ''Emu snaps to attention, pulling out his Gashats, only for Cronus to raise his hand.

"Hyper Muteki...you forget that you're only immune to Pause when you're a rider. Try anything, and they'll be dead. The ones who can die, anyway." Cronus threatens. A complete bluff - he doesn't want to reveal what he's done yet - but the corpses of the policemen are enough for Emu to stop.

Nimona, on the other hand... "You're the asshole who kicked our asses two years ago! Alright, pal...I've been waiting for-"

"That applies to you, too, Gloreth's Beast." Cronus replies.

Almost immediately, Nimona stops. Something in her demeanor shifts. Suddenly, she less like a hyperactive, feisty girl, and more like...something else. "...How do you know that name?"

"The same way I know the layout of this place. The same way I know this was created by Radiation." Cronus answers. "Intensive research."