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August 31st, 2018 One day later… Etrian sighs as he lays in bed, looking at the torn-up shirt-piece of his costume. His body, especially his torso is wrapped up with plenty of gauze and ointment spread over his injuries, courtesy of his new butler. Basalt enters the room, carrying a tray holding a teapot, a plate of biscuits, and a teacup on a small plate. “I must say, sir,” The demon goat says as he steps up. “The process of your healing is staggering, even for a dragon. It astonishes me that it has been less than a full day, but you can perform all basic and necessary motor functions.” “Yeah, I… never really understood that myself.” Etrian rubs the back of his head for a moment, setting the shirt-piece to the side and sitting up after the moment passes. “Thank you. What have you brewed up this time?” “Ah, I found a box of bags labeled Willow Tea. I thought it might be a good idea in consideration of your current condition. You bent in the face of a storm but did not

August 15th, 2018 The moon is out, the night is young, the city's adult life is buzzing… The perfect time for a mystery to be afoot. The long coat, mini-scarf, t-shirt, and jean-clad vixen detective operating under the codename of Artemis, stalks the streets with her phone in one hand and a pair of binoculars in the other. Within a few minutes of her brisk walk, she arrives at the destination, a balcony of sorts overlooking a park with a gazebo in the dead center. She moves her binoculars up to her face, focusing on the floor of the central structure to find there is a notable hole in the center of it. She frowns. That had not been there last time, and if the information she gleaned was correct… then the Backslide Boys already made their move on the stash below this park. She hops over the railing, pocketing both phone and binoculars mid-jump. As she lands, the momentum is used to break into a sprint, moving right for the hole. Once there, she wastes no time hopping down

Shock frowns as he disconnects the line. “Something to share with the class, spandex?” The commander demands, noticing the dragon's expression. “We're gonna have trouble. The other two transports have continued along the main route, so we're effectively on our own.” “Other two? What the hell happened to the third?” “Immobilized, your men and the three heroes there were defeated or stalled long enough for the cargo to be taken. Starshard reported that the don himself made an appearance.” “The hells?! Well… shit. What else did she tell you?” “The other two transports are out of the city by now. We're the last target, and the don was heard saying he will assist in capturing this one.” “Double shit,” The commander mutters as the other agents look between them with wide eyes. “If that cryo wolf of yours is the one set to attack us, then we need you out as fast as possible. If he stalls us for even a moment, his boss will be able to do some serious damage. Your only job is to

“Three problems so far. And at least two more along the way.” The agent in charge of the third transport mutters out. “Get ready to fight men.” “Which two?” Another of the officers asks. “The ice wolf or the sharpshooter,” The wolf heroine clad in orange spandex with silver detail, cape, and mask answers. “Regardless, it would be in your best interests to keep away from the windows until we determine which one, and even then…” The truck shakes before rumbling to a halt. “Driver, what happened?!” The lead agent shouts as he stabilizes his footing with the help of the light blue costumed Malamute. “The wheels are out of commission!” The driver calls back. “Well, that got answered real quick.” The agent mutters. “You three, ready to do your thing?” “One moment,” Valyran gets onto one knee, typing away at a hard light screen, pulling up a display of their current location. Outside, they hear trucks pulling up, and this is mirrored in the projection, showing about two trucks

Fear. The agents feel it wash over them, as does Dazzling Flash, while Ambrose and Sentinel appear largely unaffected by the sudden sensation. "What… What the hell was that?" One of the agents asks, looking at his trembling hands. "Trouble," Sentinel answers with an almost monotone voice, eyes moving almost erratically as they seem to scan around the transport. "I detect an unusual presence." "Let us go deal with it then, if it's more of them making trouble." Dazzling Flash gets up, stretching a bit. "No… if you go out there… you'll die." One of the agents whispers, nervously looking around. "Can't you feel it… feel his presence? He's gonna… kill us…" "A factual impossibility. You will not die, for you are under our protection." Sentinel observes, standing up as well. "Do not worry." Ambrose opens the door, looking out cautiously before stepping out, ushering the other two to do the same before closing it behind them. With the solid clunk, they know the door is now locked

August 30th, 2018 Two days into the Coast City Wrestling Circuit Shock stands on a rooftop, looking at the grand building that is Martin’s palace, pondering on visiting the vampiric wolf again for some more information. Things had been quiet, too quiet since the concert heist, and the Mohawk Gangsters that had been taken in weren’t very responsive to questioning. On the other hand, Lune Groove… or rather Brian had dropped his superhero duties, focusing more on the ongoing wrestling event on the grounds of not wanting to miss an instance of it. So the dragon let him and the others go without him, even if he was still paying for their continuous attendance. His phone blips, bringing him back to reality, fishing it out swiftly and checking his messages. “Shock,” The message from Jade Fang reads. “I pray you are not busy right now because there is a matter that you can assist us, the Vanguard, with. Meet us on the corner of Broad Street and Crystal Avenue please, we’ll be waiting.”

August 22nd, 2018 “Yeah, baby! Woo!!” Brian pumps his fists into the air as he jumps up. Etrian chuckles softly at watching the husky’s energetic outburst. “Excited for it?” “Absolutely! I hear there’s gonna be some big names swinging around this year! Like StyleFang, or the Roarin’ Mask! Lots of big names coming around to give us another fantastic show!” The TV program playing across the various screens within Club Ocean’s lounge bar continues on with the announcement, the reporter stating an upcoming concert will be done as a fundraiser and precursor to the Coast City Wrestling Circuit. “Mmm. Certainly could be fun to watch it, but we’ve got bigger fish to fry, you know.” Etrian nudges Brian gently with his elbow. The husky lets out a slight barking whine at that. It has been over a month since Etrian revealed to him the truth of his secret identity and began helping mentor the orange creamsicle-loving canine in the ways of superheroes, even helping him order a costume that

The wolf frowns, his eyelids trembling as he sees something that lies beyond his sight. The world itself lay before him, a map of the world's energy. Dots of mana light up, some blue, some purple, some pink. Then a particularly large one flares up on the coast of the States, black with a crimson edge. An infernal blaze he was not familiar with. As he hones in the source, finding the outline of a specific city, the fiery energy whispers in a language he does not recognize. His body shivers, yet he does not know why, but that does little to prevent him from investigating further. Going deeper… "Little mage, spying on forces you can't comprehend. You are not welcome here." A deep voice dripping with malice declares before the wolf is ejected. His eyes shoot open, gasping out. What in oblivion was that? The pure overwhelming hatred, contempt… murderous desire. He had never felt this before, not even with the Fair Folk he had the chance to meet. He gingerly touches his forward

"So, Jade Fang, what have you gathered us all here for? It's not often that the Vanguard meets up like this." The beige and white costume-clad Draco-pony muses, looking over the other members present. Jade Fang and Starshard stood at the front of the room, clad in their respective costumes. "An important matter I'm afraid," The green dragon begins, looking over the rest of the gathering of Dazzling Flash, Valyran, Surge Star, Azure Song, Ambrose, Silver Cowl, and Sentinel. "We have received news of a dire threat that is beyond what we expected. I presume all of you know of the Masked Oni through his latest rampage?" "How could we not? It was disgustingly flashy." Dazzling Flash pipes up with a soft groan. "So much needless destruction. An affront to beauty in every conceivable way!" "Yes, it was all over the news. Two young new heroes defeated him alongside that representative of the NHL." Silver Cowl nods. "What about it?" "How would you all feel if he was just an advancing