[center][h3][color=purple]Revel[/color][/h3][/center]

Though not present to witness the deed, Revel's precognition picked up Witch's death like an antennae.  His mouth curled into a disgruntled frown.  “That's going make us look awful.”  Though the power to behold the girl's limp body, and vacuous eyes lay not within the spheres of his mind, the knowledge hurt enough.  Despite an outward display of impersonal bravado, Revel acutely felt the tragedy of others.  No sociopathy lurked within the pink folds of the string-pullers brain; if anything, emotion washed too powerfully upon him, when his restraint proved unable to staunch the flow.  Putting it out of his mind, Revel instead grasped a slightly better idea of Hopper's imminent arrival, landing on the floor.  “What a weird sound that'll make.”  Knowing that the decisive confrontation would occur in the reactor room, Revel placed little faith in Hopper's ability to keep the Immortal out, put-upon as he was by the other Metaops agents.  Preparations needed to be made for the fight within.

Though Spectre's lightfooted tread made no noise, Revel turned on a dime and watched her approach.  He had, after all, known that she would come.  “You've been lucky so far in catching the Immortal off-guard, but it will take more sustained force than either of us can muster to force him into the chamber.  Right now a soldier named Hopper has arrived, courtesy of the pilot Strato.  I know from his appearance that his legs are cybernetic.  I assume that they would have the strength to provide the necessary force.  So yes, we'll go with your plan.”  From his tone, even through his slight accent, it was clear that Revel took no pleasure in allowing someone else to take the limelight.  “When he arrives, I will wait til he puts himself between me and the reactor pit.  Then I'll grab him with my new whips, annoying him.  Very tired of interruption by now, he'll grab the whips and pull, sending me flying down into the pit.  Fortunately, I can charge my gauntlets to make them magnetic.  Hopper, displeased at my apparent death, will run up and kick him, throwing him.  It's up to you to attach yourself to him, make him intangible, and then jump off before he hits the reactor.  I'll...catch you.  There!  Both of our plans together as one!”  He winced as a painful-sounding impact resounded from upstairs.  “Freyja's dead.  Not permanent though.”