"And what would that method be. . ." Faen began to ask, but before he finished the group of rogues made what he supposed was their move. The lights to the building all cut out with an ominous crack. 

"Oh terrific." sighed Faen flatly, a little let down with the predictability of it. How many times had he seen this very move in the movies. Switch the lights out and let the people panic, who was the genius that has come up with this one. It didn't take long to figure out who the perpetrator was though, as the museum monitors blinked into life, bathing the crowds in a soft, warm light. The face on the monitor was anything but soft and warm though. 

“Evening to each and everyone.” began Dr Doom, one of the most brilliant yet fiendish minds to ever grace, or curse, the human race. But he was dead, wasn't he? Lost long ago after taking a plunge from his castle walls after a final battle with his long time foes, The Fantastic Four. The Lokison was dimly aware that he was all out of glib comments, and that his mouth had gone dry. Fear, he realised, he was afraid. Not the most ridiculous of reactions though, not when dealing with a man who seriously called himself Dr Doom. 

Even as fixated as he was on the monitors Faen couldn't help but notice several people in the crowd causing a commotion. He quickly deduced that it was the older, tried heroes being taken down by villains wearing replica Doom masks. At first the Lokison was worried by the apparent ease the scoundrels took down the old Avengers, but then came the realisation that none of them were attempting to bring him or the other young breed to their knees. [i]What, am I not worth it you dogs! This insult will prove to be your undoing Doom! [/i]He thought angrily. Dr Doom was coming to the end of his monologue now. 

"Heads up. All the older heroes have been taken down. Do what you have to do to keep us in touch." Faen whispered to Mira before magically melding away into the darkness. Seconds later the main lights blinked back into life, but he was long gone, leaving Mira to deal with three Doom-lites who were converging onto her position. 

The Prince materialised back into place next to Franklin, right in the middle of the Doom group surrounding Richards, wearing his Asgardian battle armour now instead of the formal suit he had been wearing earlier.

"Ah, Crap!" cursed Faen as he realised the position he had put himself into. Thinking fast he threw up a magical bubble shield around him, Franklin and HERBIE. The Doom-lites realised that they had been defied. The leader roared his fury, running forward and smashing the bubble with his fists. His followers did what they were paid for, throwing their weight in behind. Faen's magic was rough and unrefined, and he would be hard pressed to keep the henchmen out for long, but there was little he could do while trying to maintain the bubble. His only course of action was to try and rouse the scion of the Fantastic Four.

"Franklin," he said through gritted teeth "I seen you drop when Doom came on. Trust me, I wanted to do the same. But these chucklemongers, they're not Doom. Not even close. Now stand up, you've got to teach them a lesson for ruining your party!" The Lokison was beginning to sweat, the strain from keeping the force field in place starting to show.