Clearing my schedule, I decided to go back to the beach. I was not into searching for more judges. The damage had already been done. I slithered out the alley only to be surrounded by a pair of heroes. "We've found you! Your reign of terror ends here!" one of them said. I knew it was going to be serious fight. One of them was wearing an orange set of overalls with a black shirt. The other hero was wearing the inverse. They both had a 4-pointed star on the back. I guessed that it had something to do with their heroing. I said "Before we get into it, I should know who I'm fighting, right?" I had my hands up to get them to stop. The one with the black overalls scoffed and said "If you don't know us, you'll know soon. We're the Jumping Jacks." They then engaged. I was able to beat them up. I used my blade and my tail to keep them off of me. With the separation, they were not able to do much to me. I guessed that they were not Blessed. That was good. They were not good fighters like Ash and Alex were. They were good at jumping. Spin kicks and flips over me were hard to counter.
If I was being honest, I was grateful that I had all the training that Ash and Alex gave me. I knew a baseline for what to expect for using this form. They were not used to this as there was no need for nagas or other demihumans in this setting. One of the Jumping Jacks got too close. I was able to wrap them up in the coils of my tail. That was the beginning of the end. I was able to get them to submit to the powerful muscles in the tail. I did not let go and it only got tighter. The other Jumping Jack tried to save their comrade, but it was way too late for that. I was done playing around. I used the blade to impale him. He was pinned to the wall as I squeezed the life out of the other one. When I snapped their spine, I dropped them. I them yanked the sword out of the wall and the guy. That was 2 heroes dead in the alley. It had to be worth a lot of points on the leaderboard. I continued to slither my way out of the city and to the beach. A blockade of cops thought that they could stop me. I showed them otherwise when I sliced through them all. I then continued on my path. I was getting tired though.
Doing all of this without magic powers was a bit much. Wave after wave of cops came after me. Each one was more deadly and determined than the last. I did not want a loser to make me lose this blade, so I was trying hard to not be killed. That did mean that I needed to flee. I was hit by a grenade fired by a SWAT team member. That actually knocked me into critical health. That was what I did not want to be. I went down a side street and split off a human sized chunk of me. I let it keep the blade. As the human, I ran for down the side street while the naga covered the escape. I ran to the nearest car and hid inside until I could recover my health. The blade was under it. As a liquid, I could slip into the car and wait it out. The blade could not. The naga fought valiantly. However, it was still destroyed. That would probably be reported very happily on the news as a major win at the cost of countless lives by newscasters. I was a very high ranked villain after all. That was futile in the grander scheme of things though. There were still much more of me. And soon, I would be even more powerful.
Even though the cops were no longer sweeping the streets, I still would not be able to show my face for a while. People were still scared and angry. I did not want heroes or cops to bother me. I morphed to look like Sergei. That had not been made like some of the others. I decided that I would abandon my trip to the lair. Who knew who was still watching me!? I decided to visit the Green Ninja Trio. As their lawyer, I knew where they would be staying. It just so happened that they had a small apartment in the city to wait and plan quick assassinations and missions from. It was nowhere near as big or as important to them as their true base. That is why I had them list it for their residence for house arrest. I was technically supposed to be working on their appeal. Ghoststrike was a fugitive from the law, but there was no way that Quickflash and Redstroke would sell him out and give him up to the cops now. He was probably laying low there as well. I made my way over there discreetly. I was not wearing any of my clothes in this form. When I got to their apartment, I banged on their door hard.
