Animal Transformation: Superior
It was obvious from the ridiculously small amount of nighttime personnel that Mr. Chou was growing complacent. Did the Cancer syndicate really think they were in control? Two heavily armed guards? That was it? He was begging for it. The two guards passed one another in the darkness at roughly six-second intervals. Not enough time for anything big to get through. More than enough time for what was needed. The last thing the old guard saw was a perfect mirror image of himself.
"You hear something?" The mirror image was about to speak when he remembered seeing a hearing aide in the original guard's ear as he was crushing his trachea. Silence. "Hey! Clark! I said did you hea... ah forget it." The younger guard was trying to light another cigarette when his face met quite suddenly with the doorframe. Had the mirror image been someone else, he might've quipped, "smoking kills," but as he wasn't quite as witty as his fellow teammates, Praodus instead chose "I heard you the first time."
Energy Body: Ultimate
The game plan for the Cancer syndicate was specific. Take out Chou's bodyguard first. Praodus quite preferred it that way. Take away his shell and pincers, and a King Crab becomes a fourteen-dollar dinner. The bodyguard was... a chick with a sword. How creative. She wasn't even that good at using it. THWONK! The sword came down between his thumb and index finger. "Wha...what... how the...?" Praodus wasn't about to explain to her how he went about altering his body's molecular density so that it was as hard as diamond. "Who...what are you?" This broad asked too many questions. Luckily she shut up after he snapped her neck.
Super Speed: Supreme
Click. That could only be the sound of a Remington 870 being cocked. Praodus fell backwards and spun, grabbing the end of the barrel and smacking Mr. Chou in the face with the butt of the shotgun. In the same motion he rolled sideways and launched backwards into a graceful standing position. Praodus looked down at the shotgun in disgust. "A 20 gauge? You were going to attack me with a 20 gauge?"
Thrusting Attack: Supreme
- Ranged and Melee Attack
"You'll never get out of here alive without me!" Mr. Chou's defiant proposal was betrayed by the puddle on the floor. "I'll take that chance." Praodus concentrated all his density into his index finger, and with one swift tap, punched a nickel sized hole in Mr. Chou's forehead. The leader of the Cancer syndicate died cross-eyed, in a puddle of his own urine.
The door behind Praodus closed and locked. Seven inches of solid steel. "How original," was all he said as he lowered his molecular density and passed through the blast-proof, fire-proof, time-locked door. Ahead of him he heard the sound of more doors closing. Nothing pissed him off so much as chumps that still tried to play the game, even after he had killed them. "I don't have time for this."
Energy Wave Surfing
Energy Wave Surfing: Supreme
His body still phased, Praodus launched himself straight up through three stories and onto the roof, then straight out over Webster Street. He landed softly on the empty sidewalk in front of Piedano's. Nexus and Trauma were waiting there for him. He looked at his watch. Eight minutes ahead of schedule. The corner of his mouth curled into a cocky smirk as he approached Nexus. "I won the bet. Ten minutes or less. You buy this round."