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[alloy_avenger]

"I don't know why the Anti-Monitor wanted me to oversee your training personally, Crane," said the heavily built cyborg as he stood from his throne-like chair. A steely blue, Kryptonian eye tracked the Fear Ring wielding psychiatrist while the man approached. A glowing red, cybernetic eye just a nose away did the same. His shiny, alloy skull

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[phear_itself]

Crane grins. "The Anti-Monitor likely recognizes talent," he replies.

[alloy_avenger]

The reply to that remark is a disapproving "Nnnnn." Henshaw sweeps his right arm towards the cavernous stretches of the underground space, and a series of lights activate in order, one after the other, hanging from the ceiling. Arranged in a row, they stretch forth as far as the human eye can see, and seem to be illuminating quite a curious path below. "Clearly, you would not have made it this far if you didn't have some skill with the ring. For most of these brutes, asking for creativity is like negotiating with Batman."

Some of the machines illuminated below began to activate, audibly powering up. "But a few of you seem a little too indirect."

[phear_itself]

"My strength is not in brute force, Henshaw. I can leave that to you and Arkillo."

[alloy_avenger]

Hank snorted in protest! "Arkillo?" he asked, and left it at that. Turning back to the machines below, the cyborg grabbed his companion by the collar, and swiftly hurled him down into the pit below. Henshaw's killbots all turned in unison towards the new stimuli, even as a golden forcefield arched up over the crater-like area. "Your fear gas won't work on them, Doctor! I suggest you find another way."