"Argh," grunted the frustrated Prince as he stared out of his royal bedroom window. The morning sun felt warm on his tanned skin. "I don't get why Father doesn't let me join the Guardians for dinner."
Ever since he came back, Renegade was grounded to his room. Tanner was the only person who sneaked in to keep him company.
Sure, he could easily get out of here with his skills. After all, what was between him and outside was just an open window. But the Prince respected his father. He did screw up in Kant City and embarrassed the nation of Rustmore.
As he gazed out to the vast courtyard, he saw a familiar figure jogging. The man was a towering beast of muscle. Ryan smiled as he recognized the man. Gallant !
Some of the servants backed away from the jogging path when they saw the man-mountain pounding away at the concrete ground. Ryan watched as Gallant stopped before a frantic servant and spoke to her.
She pointed towards the servant quarters.
Ryan held back a laugh. As usual, this towering gym rat was looking for the gym. He's going to be disappointed. The servant gym was nothing compared to the state-of-the-art facilities back at Kant Alliance.
As he watched Gallant jog off towards the quarters, Ryan swallowed hard. The sight of sweat from his friend's body. He could almost smell the salty manly scent. Visions of his experience came back to haunt him.
Shivers went down his back before he shook it off and returned to his room.
"Still gotta keep fit even at a time like this," said Ryan to himself as he dropped to the floor and started his daily push-ups.
As his body bobbed up and down, his mind was on Tanner's words. Bismuth and Banshee Ensemble. It didn't make sense why the unrest in Bismuth was getting worse. Banshee Ensemble wasn't a righteous organization, but they protected their grounds and stood for the slum people within their territories in Bismuth. They were the ones that kept rogue scientists from doing the worst experiments on unsuspecting people.
Maybe I need to visit Bismuth.
Renegade thought as he moved back to the window latch, panting.
What in the world?
A squad of royal guards marched towards the servant quarters. This was not their usual patrol route.
Shortly after, a large and luxurious car followed behind. Renegade's eyes narrowed as he whispered, "What are you doing at the servant quarters, Father?"
Something didn’t feel right to Renegade.
A few seconds later, the first Prince’s room was empty.
A set of slick black boots hit the dusty ground.
The streets of Bismuth were dark and quiet. Ominous flickering lights flashed from behind tinted windows. Puffs of hot gas jetted from the sewers. Occasionally, a blood-curdling scream or a muffled grunt echoed through those sinister alleys.
"How do people even live here?" the rugged superhero looked on behind his black-eared cowl as a feeble man limped across the deserted place. Dressed in a tight sleeveless black leather suit, Jaguar prowled from the rooftop. His large arms were like thick coils of cables, sinewy with countless scars.
The primary purpose of the Guardians' visit was to meditate on the tension between both nations. But another objective was to investigate the whereabouts of Fable. Was Banshee Ensemble involved in the kidnapping of one of their Guardians?
As the prominent leader of the Kant Alliance, Lt. Maverick had to stay in the castle. On the other hand, this cowled hero could pursue a different lead. Tactical as he was, Jaguar decided to investigate Bismuth and the underground organization.
Gallant did mention that Ambrose was a suspect. Perhaps I will get more clues here.
Banshee Ensemble… Even though they were an underground organization, their presence in the slums was hardly concealed. Words were exchanged, and rumors spread widely.
"Banshee? T-there's a wrestling ring in the West district. A c-competition is going on, and many of them will be there. P-possibly one of the division leaders too."
The sickly-looking Bismuth resident quickly swiped the bribe as he bolted into the shadows. This was easy as pie. Jaguar smiled to himself as he took off to the west.
Unknown to him, a figure in a purple cloak lingered in the shadows, observing his every move.
Silently hiding behind the bush, the young Prince watched as the King exited the servant quarters. His eyes widened as he saw Gallant following his father from behind in heavy footsteps. His brown eyes were yellow as he moved through the pathway and boarded the King’s car.
Why is Gallant listening to Father so obediently? What on earth is going on?
Renegade frowned as whatever he just saw made no sense.
Why were Gallant's eyes yellow? Something is up.
Thoughts began to race through Renegade’s mind as he wondered if he had just discovered something big.
Was Gallant possessed? Was the King himself possessed? If not, why was his father acting this way? Was some villain controlling everything behind the scenes?
Ryan quickly knew this was much too big for him to handle alone.
"Grr… I need to find a way to tell the rest of the Guardians," said Renegade as he snuck out of the servant quarters. "Lt. Maverick, Jaguar. I hope the two of you are fine."
“RAHHH!”
The crowd roared as the contenders fought it out in the wrestling ring. Two tall and muscular men, donning wrestling masks and skimpy loincloths, were exchanging blows, taking mind-shattering hits from each other. Their sweat and blood splattered through the sandy ring.
A tanned, muscular man sat at one of the private booths, watching the show. Dressed in sand-dune clothes, he smiled when he noticed a black masked figure emerge from one of the ring’s entrances. He sat and murmured to himself, sipping from a goblet. “Brother Brass is going to have a fine time.”
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Despite the buzzing crowd, Jaguar skillfully maneuvered through the people like a needle weaving through silk. His eyes scanned through the horde of wrestling enthusiasts, trying to identify potential individuals from the Banshee Ensemble. He could feel eyes on him from different angles in the audience. But each time he turned to one, those gazes shifted.
His tactic? It was simple. His masked appearance would stand out and lure the assassins of the Banshee Ensemble. He was using himself as bait in this sea of danger, waiting for the big fish to bite, when suddenly…
“You there!” yelled a giant bouncer, pointing and walking toward Jaguar. Each step he took was heavy and powerful.
There. It worked. This guy is probably one of the Brass, a heavyweight assassin. Fuck, he is enormous.
As Jaguar recalled the information about the Ensemble from the slums, he prepared himself for the pending encounter with one of the lackeys of this division.
Was this man going to throw a punch? Or strike with a kick?
“You’re in the next round,” the bouncer said as he grabbed onto Jaguar’s black suit firmly.
“W-what? Next round? Who-a!”
To the hero’s surprise, the man was stronger than he expected. His grip on the superhero’s costume was vice-like. From a mighty push, Jaguar found himself standing at the ring’s edge.
Glaring back at the masked hero, the bouncer uttered as he looked up from his clipboard, “Cat Man. Good luck to you.”
What? This must be some kind of mistake.
The Guardian had found himself hurled into a middle of a wrestling match. Before Jaguar could get out of the ring, the lights went off. A blinding spotlight shone on him, forcing the unsuspecting hero to squint his eyes.
“In the ring, weighing 220 pounds, is the newcomer, Cat Man! Agile like a cat and strike like a lion. Fierce!” came the ring announcer over the mic.
A string of boos and shrills filled the air as the crowd roared in disapproval.
“What a lame costume!”
“Who the fuck is this guy!”
“Oh shit, he’s going to get so wasted!”
Jaguar frowned. He didn’t come here to compete in some wrestling competition. His attention got drawn away when the lights started to spin around dramatically.
The ring announcer enthusiastically yelled over the mic, “So who’s his opponent? Well…”
A pause in the announcement held the crowd in suspense. For what seemed like an eternity, the announcer finally said, “WHOA, there was a change in contenders. This… is going to be a spectacular match tonight.”
Jaguar could almost feel the crowd holding their breath in anticipation. Whoever his contender was, Jaguar was confident that the person would be no match for him.
“A beast of his class. A muscle god of Rustmore. The majestic tower of sheer masculinity. Top wrestling champion of all time and master of the ring!”
Hearing this, the crowd exploded in excitement. Some of the fans screamed so hard that they passed out.
“His opponent is none other than the Minotaur of Bismuth!”
In that instance, all the spotlight swerved towards the tall, muscular frame. Dressed in almost nothing but a black loincloth, Minotaur flexed his shredded physique for all to see. His shaven body was smooth and beautifully tanned. His thick arms and robust legs displayed raw masculinity in its purest form. A signature horned bull mask covered the upper half of his face, revealing a sly yet handsome grin.
This man knew he was strong and was ready to show it to all these fans.
This isn't good. Minotaur… Isn’t this guy…
Jaguar furrowed his brows from behind his black cowl. What an interesting situation he found himself to be in.
The bell rang.
Jaguar circled his opponent. Minotaur was unbothered by his opponent, adjusting his impressive package from under his black loincloth. The beast was at the prime of his life, with ripped cobblestone abs, smooth bulging pecs, and orb-like biceps.
Jaguar tried to hide the disgust on his face when he caught a glimpse from under the Minotaur—going commando in this match?
This Brass leader sure was something.
Thankfully, one of the slum folks knew about Minotaur, so Jaguar had his guard up. Facing off one of the leaders of Banshee Ensemble was not what he had in mind when he started his investigation, but this might give him some new clues into the organization.
The spotlights reflected off Minotaur's glistering frame as a layer of sweat emphasized the flexing muscular sculpture. The crowd roared with excitement each time the man moved. But to Jaguar, his focus on his opponent was unwavering, drowning out the screams of the cheering crowd.
It was almost like the whole ring went silent as Jaguar entered his flow. Years of high-stake combat had taught the veteran superhero to observe and strike tactfully.
Unsatisfied that the masked hero was not making the first strike, the Minotaur spread his footing and let out a roar before charging toward the hero.
Dumb brute. This is going to be a piece of cake.
It was soon clear to Jaguar that this man was all force, with no elegant techniques or what-so-ever. Minotaur would not be a match for him and his years of perfectly mastered martial art skills.
While avoiding the charging bull, the superhero landed a couple of powerful kicks onto the man's naked back. The feedback of his blows showed how tough the Minotaur's hide was. His kicks, enough to knock out well-built men in a single strike, did nothing to the beastly man.
As the fight continued, the muscled wrestler was dripping with sweat. The air was hot and humid as the duo continued to wrestle. But it was hardly a fight as Jaguar could easily avoid Minotaur’s charges and counter with powerful strikes.
"I need more firepower," said Jaguar finally as he got into a combat stance.
Veins popped along his brawny arms prominently and pulsed vigorously. Hot steam sizzled from his enlarged body as sweat evaporated from his increased body temperature. The superhero's body was utterly pumped as he activated his innate ability, growing slightly larger than he was previously.
His superpower, Feral State, allowed Jaguar to increase his strength, agility, and durability to that of a mighty lion.
With his enhanced powers, Jaguar’s punches and kicks became devastatingly powerful. Each blow to Minotaur’s body was beginning to show its effects as his opponent was sweating profusely while trying to strike the superhero down and taking the hits head-on.
Sweat splattered across the ground beneath them as the Minotaur swung his powerful arms around but continued to miss its mark on the hero. But the air in the ring began stinking of the powerful man’s musky sweat.
Damn it, why isn’t he going down?
Each kick and punch to the Minotaur began to weaken in strength as the prolonged fight was not in favor of Jaguar. Feral State was starting to draw on his energy reserve. Soon, he would need to rely on the high-energy pills to sustain his enhanced state.
His mind was distracted as the musk in the air unknowingly messed with his body. Jaguar could feel his own cock twitching in his crotch.
Why… Why am I getting hard?
His movements became sloppy as Jaguar switched into a more brute force approach, trading speed for power. He needed to take down the bull as fast as possible. His instincts were telling him that something was off.
But Minotaur continued to keep his guard up. Sweat poured from his glistering muscled body. Soon, the beastly man was drenched from head to toe. A cunning smile cracked over his handsome face. This kitty cat had no idea what was in for him. After all, Minotaur loved to play with his opponents and put up a show for the audience.
Jaguar continued to pummel the Minotaur from all directions, wearing him down as much as possible. But the iron-hard body of the Minotaur flexed with each blow, hardening into steel mounts to fend off the enhanced strength of the Guardian.
Out of the blue, Minotaur flung a sweat-drenched fist toward Jaguar. Jaguar quickly swerved and dodged it with ease, but the sprinkle of sweat landed on Jaguar’s cowl and his exposed lower jaw. The overwhelming musk flooded his senses, short-circuiting the hero’s mind for a split second.
As he saw Minotaur’s grip come in, he quickly snapped back to reality and dodged it.
His sweat is dangerous! That’s something wrong with that smell!
Jaguar swallowed hard as he realized the danger. The whole ring was now covered in his opponent’s sweat and musk, and it seemed to be causing his body to react slower while getting more aroused by the minute. He needed to end this quickly.
Suddenly, the hero heard a soft whistling sound in the air. A prink to his neck surprised the Guardian as he pulled a tiny dart from behind. Its content was already emptied into his system.
“What?” stuttered Jaguar as he felt his strength leaving his body. Who had fired this tranquilizing dart onto him? Was the villain playing dirty?
His muscles stopped responding as he liked. Jaguar moved with incredible difficulty. Everything around him began to spin around. The hero turned to the roaring crowd to find the shooter, but his vision blurred.
In one swift movement, the bull’s strong hand grabbed onto Jaguar’s vulnerable neck and tightened like a snake bite. The superhero was unable to break free in his weakened state. Jaguar’s eyes opened in shock as he struggled desperately to escape the powerful hold.
The audience let out a gasp. With their butts at the edge of their seats, they watched in awe as their champion dismantled the hapless superhero.
“Kitty Cat, I’ll rip your guts out,” the bull hissed into Jaguar’s ears as he lifted the hero off his feet. At this point, Jaguar’s face began to turn red as he clawed at the man’s strong hands with his might, unable to get free. His desperate kicks to the Minotaur’s naked bulging pectorals were futile. The mountainous man-bull was not letting go of his prey.
No… Shit! I can’t break free! What… What’s going on?
With his other free hand, Minotaur tousled his sweat-drenched hair, coating his hand with his aphrodisiac sweat. He placed that lust-inducing musk over the struggling hero’s orifices, forcing the superhero to take in all his manly scents.
Fuck! This smell! Can’t- Can’t think!
The hard panting superhero was struggling for air and had no choice but to take in a huge gasp of air, throwing himself further in Minotaur’s control. The musk flooded his nose and struck directly into Jaguar’s brain, knocking out all reason and thoughts, subduing the hero in a lustful tranquil state.
I need the calorie pill and antidote to whatever was injected into me.
Seeing Jaguar trying to reach for his utility belt, Minotaur pulled the belt off the hero’s waist.
“No!! Mfffht!” yelled Jaguar as his chance to escape was in the devices of his belt.
With a quick stomp, the Minotaur crushed the belt.
Jaguar panted hard. His arms felt heavy and weak as they fell to his side. The musk stimulated his crotch against his will. His Feral State had consumed all his body’s energy reserve.
Too weak. N-no more energy…
Finally, Jaguar reverted to his normal state. Feral State was deactivated due to his depleted energy.
The hero’s muscles were so sore and strained that he quickly became a defenseless puppet in the hands of the handsome man-bull. Mercilessly, Minotaur slammed the hero onto the ground and flung him around the ring like a toy plush. The Brass leader was just using his black-suited hero to enhance his dominating status in the district of Bismuth and the Banshee Ensemble.
“Little bitch kitty thinks he can challenge the bull,” Minotaur scowled at Jaguar, who was now covered from head to toe in bruises and wounds. Jaguar struggled to stand as he stared at the Minotaur with reddened eyes and bloodied lips.
Minotaur unfasted a golden bullwhip from his loincloth and cracked it. He was going to break this superhero to the point where he could no longer think.
With a flick of his wrist, he lassoed the whip around the hero’s neck and tugged Jaguar over like a leased animal. Minotaur smiled slyly as he grabbed the superhero's groin and hoisted him high up into the air like a victory trophy. Jaguar screamed in pain as his crotch was handled brutally by his opponent.
A few seconds later, Minotaur dropped the hero onto the ground on his back. Towering over the exhausted superhero, the bull grabbed Jaguar by his black cowl and lifted his head. The audience screamed and yelled with anticipation as Minotaur slapped the superhero’s face countlessly until the helpless hero spat out blood.
Not a single soul from the sadistic audience intended to help the defeated hero. All of them were just on the edge of their seats to see the fate of Minotaur’s new toy.
Forcing Jaguar down to his knees, Minotaur towered over the bloodied face, proudly smiling down on his latest victim. It was clear that Jaguar was sporting a hard-on in his tight black pant despite his state. His face was a mixed look of confusion and embarrassment as he lost all focus and hope in this fight.
It was time to break this hero down physically and psychologically destroy him.
As Jaguar struggled with the golden whip around his neck, he felt something hard and wet slapped against his face. A powerful manly musk drowned him as a handsome-looking cock pried out from under the Minotaur’s loincloth.
Jaguar was so shocked that he didn’t realize how long he was staring at the beastly rod. He was a straight man, but somehow, he could not help but admire this man’s dick. It was, honestly, one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen.
Was it the aphrodisiac musk that was causing this surge of lustful feelings?
Jaguar could not tell when he felt the large, powerful hands grab onto the back of his cowled head. All he could tell was that this man would be demanding a lot of attention from the size of his swollen balls. His cock was hot when it smeared its pungent pre-cum all over his masked face. The hands forcefully guided the superhero’s lips onto the purple head, slipping through the cracked lips and down his mouth.
No! No! I can’t be sucking this man’s cock in front of an audience?!
The wrestler’s cock fitted entirely inside the Guardian’s mouth, with his heavy balls slapping against his chin. The strong hands behind his head held the hero’s face in place, unable to pull himself off the 10-inch hot man meat. A loud victory roar made Jaguar look up with watery eyes. Their eyes met, and the once-fearless hero felt fear.
Minotaur had an arrogant smirk on his face, ready to claim the defeated hero as his spoils of war. The dominating gaze told Jaguar that he would be this man’s plaything.
Taking off his black loincloth, the beastly man stripped himself naked in front of the roaring audience. His masculine physique was in all its glory as the crowd exploded with excitement. Many wished they were in the hero’s position, dominated by their Brass leader.
Jaguar couldn’t help but stay hard as he gazed up at the god-like body of the Minotaur. From his shaven pubes to the large smooth eight packs, two large pectorals shadowed the hero’s face. This proud and arrogant man’s body was absolutely gorgeous.
Fuck! This is wrong! I can’t be liking this.
He should resist, but the smell of smooth, sweaty balls was intoxicating. The hero was getting aroused harder than he ever had. His mind could not focus as he closed his bloodied lips tighter around the shaft and felt his conqueror’s cock grow harder.
Sweat continued to rain down the Minotaur, dousing the Guardian in the musk that led to his downfall. Droplets of the pungent body fluid splattered onto the hero’s cheeks. Some dripped into his gagged mouth as he deep-throated the wrestler.
God! This feels so good! Smell so good!! Taste so good! Can’t think!!
Jaguar’s eyes quickly turned glassy as the musk swiped out his mind. All he could focus on was the magnificent rod before him. He started kissing his enemy’s cock, snuffing his man scent up sinfully. His tongue sneaked between the foreskin and began tickling the man’s piss-slit. In return, Jaguar was happily rewarded with a generous jet of pre-cum. Soon, the Minotaur’s cock hardened to its full throbbing length in the hero’s mouth.
“Fucking bitch. Suck my cock, like a good kitty you are,” teased Minotaur. His taunt only caused the crowd to erupt in cheers, reminding Jaguar of his humiliated state.
Minotaur held the helpless Guardian firmly in position as he began to rape the superhero’s mouth with his cock. Thrusting the thick long cock down the hero’s throat, he relished the powerful superhero's struggling muffled moans. Tears could be seen rolled down under the black cowl as the hero fought against the gag reflexes of the face-fuck.
Weakened to the point of a helpless kitten, Jaguar resigned to letting the villain fucked his handsome face all the way down. His large, powerful arms rested at his side without any resistance as the villain’s aphroditic musk broke his mind.
After ten minutes of face-fucking, the Guardian noticed Minotaur’s swollen balls tightening and his tempo getting faster.
No… He’s going to cum. He’s going to cum in my face!
That sudden realization seemed to have shocked the straight hero out of his lust-filled daze. He tried to pull away, but the villain had a good hold on him. As Minotaur thrust forward, the muscled god grunted loudly and started to cum. Jaguar’s head was trapped in his grip, forcing him to experience the first spurts of pure musky cum hitting against the back of his throat.
Frantically, trying to break free, Jaguar started to push against the villain’s sinewy legs, but it was futile. He hit, punched, and flinched as hard as possible, but the hero was trapped. The manly rod poured warm salty cum down his mouth like a broken fire hydrant.
Jaguar tried to swallow, but the sheer amount was just insane. The crowd cheered as the Minotaur bellow a thundering roar. His cock continued to fire semen like no tomorrow.
What on earth was this man made of?! When is it going to stop?!
The Guardian began choking as he could not swallow fast enough. This mountain of a man was breeding him like a bitch. Jaguar’s cheeks began to turn red as he could not breathe from the flood of pungent semen.
By the end of the bull’s first orgasm, Minotaur released his grip on the hero.
Jaguar was collapsed on the sandy ring with zonked-out eyes. As he coughed out, thick globs of white cum leaked from his mouth and nostrils.
After Minotaur finished cumming, Jaguar tried to spit out as much as he could. The nightmarish experience had cleared his mind from the fog of lust.
I need to get out of this ring and quick!
The window of clarity was short as Jaguar could feel his cock twitching with each breath he took. The ring was still filled with the villain’s musky poisonous scent.
Noticing his broken utility belt close to their side, Jaguar crawled weakly toward that remaining bit of hope.
If only I could get one of my calorie pills!
Suddenly he felt a powerful tug on the ankle of his feet. Minotaur was not done with him. The man-beast was still hard as a rock. His cock was leaking a thick string of cum.
“Noo! Noo! Stop!” Jaguar groaned as he was dragged and flipped onto his back. Minotaur would not release his grip even when the hero kicked away furiously. It was a futile effort at this point. Minotaur’s rock-hard muscled body would not flinch at the weakened hero’s blows.
Pulling down his black pants, Minotaur exposed the rugged hero’s scar-ridded ass.
“Fuck! Fuck! No!” screamed Jaguar as he realized what the enemy was about to do to him.
The superhero swallowed hard. In the struggle, he managed to grab one of the pills. Quickly popping it into his mouth, Jaguar felt a renewed surge of energy.
“GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” Jaguar yelled fiercely. Using his enhanced strength, the superhero kicked back at Minotaur forcefully. Stunned by the hero’s strength and outburst, Minotaur’s grip was loose enough for Jaguar to break free.
In that moment of freedom, Jaguar grabbed his broken utility belt. Pulling out a stun gun from his belt, the hero quickly fired a powerful blast of blue electricity at Minotaur, causing the muscled man to roar and collapse on one knee. But the villain stared back with raging fury, struggling to recover so he could take down Jaguar again.
Jaguar paused for a second as he spotted something from underneath Minotaur's bull mask.
Were Minotaur’s eyes always yellow?
“Damn, that blast was enough to knock out an adult elephant,” said Jaguar as he struggled to his feet. “I need to get back to base ASAP.”
*Boom*
A smoke bomb exploded and filled the wrestling ring as the hero slipped away in defeat.
Bruised and scratched up, the weakened superhero finally stumbled onto the pavement to the guesthouse. The moonlight shone onto his wounded body as dried leaves flaked off his muscular, tanned frame. He glanced around apprehensively as his instincts could feel a set of watchful eyes on him when he was retreating.
It must be Ambrose… That dart. That blasted assassin.
Knowing his current state, Jaguar popped another high-calorie pill into his mouth and felt a new surge of energy. He was getting low on these pills and must ration them carefully.
"Need to inform Maverick about the Ensemble…," Jaguar uttered as he entered the backdoor. His sixth sense immediately went off. The house looked normal, but something did not feel right. Someone was in here.
"It's Jaguar!" came a familiar booming voice.
The superhero saw Gallant enter the room, wearing his magic gauntlets. Someone followed behind. "Jaguar, my friend. We have found Fable!"
True to his words, the man behind him was the missing Guardian, Fable .
Ginger red hair, a handsome freckled face, and a toned muscular body. Fable was dressed in his hero outfit - a red jacket and yellow scarf. Flashing Jaguar a smile, the young hero looked fine, with no signs that he was previously kidnapped.
Something feels wrong. Very wrong.
Jaguar took a step back when Gallant approached him for a welcome hug. The man-mountain frowned.
"No, Gallant. Where's Lt. Maverick?" said Jaguar warily.
Gallant replied in his deep voice, "What's the rush, Jaguar? We just got Fable back. Shouldn't we celebrate his return?"
"No… This… This doesn't make any sense," said Jaguar with hands on his utility belt. There was something off about these two. He was unsure if he could take both Guardians in his current state.
"Jag, what do you mean?" Fable smiled as he unlatched his book pouch.
"What are you doing, Fable?"
His smile turned dark, and his brown eyes turned yellow, the same as those of Minotaur’s.
"Aperi ianuam fabularis-"
Before the Runic Mage could finish his incitation, Jaguar drew his stun gun and fired off a charge. Gallant blocked off the electric pulse with his Gauntlets of the Beast, defending his mentee, who proceeded to summon thorned rose vines all over the house.
"Fuck!" Jaguar cursed as he leaped into the air like a feline, avoiding getting ensnared in the magical vegetation. He also quickly swerved to dodge the charging man-mountain.
Why the fuck are their eyes yellow? Is it some sort of superpowered influence?
"Knock it off, Gallant," yelled Jaguar as he noticed both Guardians' eyes were now sparkling golden. There was some sort of mind control in play here. No way Gallant and Fable would attack him like this.
Duel-wielding another stun gun, he fired off two powerful electric blasts. One hit Fable square in the chest, shocking the mage as he collapsed to the ground in spasms. The other blast was fended off by Gallant easily.
Jaguar scowled as he realized one of his stun guns had overheated. With his last stunner, he set it to full blast and fired off at Gallant. This time, it dazed the giant muscular superhero, giving Jaguar a second to pull out another gadget.
"Sorry, Gallant and Fable. I will figure this one out and get you guys back to normal," promised Jaguar as he fired off an electric net to bind Gallant. A burst of blue electricity kept the beastly hero down.
This won't stop him, but it will slow him down. I just need some time to get to Maverick. Where is Lt. Maverick?
Subduing his superhero teammates, Jaguar entered his leader's room and muttered, "There should be a backup communicator here."
"What are you doing in my room, Jaguar?" A deep voice asked from behind. "Why are Gallant and Fable on the ground?"
Jaguar turned towards the voice with the communicator in his hand. A towering, muscular figure in a green military jacket and cargo pants - Lt. Maverick .
"Lt. Maverick!"
The hero leader stared at Jaguar cautiously and questioned, "Did you knock them out?"
"Yes, I did, but -"
"You knocked out your teammates?” boomed the lieutenant in his usual authoritative voice.
"Listen, something is wrong in Rustmore. Someone, some villain, is controlling the minds of everyone, including Gallant and Fable. I suspect the League of Steel, Ambrose, and even the Banshee Ensemble had fallen to this villain."
Taken aback, Lt. Maverick looked at Jaguar with disbelief as he moved cautiously toward the rugged hunk.
"What in heaven’s name are you talking about?" asked Lt. Maverick.
“I’m saying – ARGH!
Without warning, Jaguar felt a powerful grip on his neck. His hero leader lifted his body. In one quick motion, Lt. Maverick swiped the communicator away from Jaguar’s hand.
"ARGH! W-what?!" Jaguar yelled in disbelief as he stared back at his leader. The military hunk's eyes were in a shade of gold.
He looked down and noticed a dart gun hanging from his leader's belt. A stab of betrayal.
It can't be! Maverick?! It can’t be!!
The space around them got distorted.
In a flash, Lt. Maverick had summoned Jaguar's stun gun in his hand. A burst of blue sparks lit up the hero leader's room, followed by the heavy thud of a body hitting the ground.
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