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

Suppressed triumph flashed on Revel's face, soon replaced by suppressed fear, as he flew toward the Immortal and sailed over his head into the pit.  "Maniac!" he yelled for emphasis while plummeting downward.  Each moment, the air grew hotter and thicker, as if the barely-stabilized, raw power of the nuclear reactor eked its chaos into its surroundings.  Once he was sure that the Immortal wasn't looking after him, the string-puller activated the electric surge in his gauntlets, causing the magnetic fibers of his gloves to adhere to the sheer metal face in front of him.  He stopped, gasping in pain, at a halt abrupt enough to make his arms feel as if they had been wrenched from their sockets, and after spending a moment to make sure that everything was, indeed, in one piece, he began to ascend.

Not wishing to die in a nuclear meltdown, Revel ardently hoped that the others were doing his job.  To be honest, he was stunned that Spectre hadn't tried to kill him then and there.  She was the grudge-holding, self-confident type, quite clearly, probably thought she stood a chance at taking him down.  Revel read her thoroughly, filling in with probable guess what his ability would not illuminate.  For fun, he played out a duel between the both of them in his mind as he slowly climbed.  If it was a straight fist-fight, there was no contest, but Revel hardly expected such a woman to fight fair.  She had knives, grenades, and a power capable of reducing him to pulp.  Fortunately, there was no recombination of events he could think of that he allowed her to get close enough to do so.  Grenades could be avoided, and it was hard to run straight in and stab with two electrified ripcords in her face.  If she attempted to use her power, Revel thought, he would grab her, either with hand or whip, and pump her full of voltage.  The pain that she had exhibited when using her phasing in contact with the Immortal had hinted at an aversion to organic matter--or, at least, one of its properties.

Revel didn't think it would ever come to fighting her, however.  The future glinted in his favor, as it would always.