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As it just so happened, Dr. Midas' armor did enhance his strength. "Brat! Get off me!" It wasn't easy, but he managed to use the brute force that his suit apparently gave him. It was impressive, in its own way. He actually managed to physically untangle himself, pulling Rev's hands off him, before letting go and staggering a few steps to the side. Never let it be said that he gave up easy.

 

The clock was ticking on the bomb. It wouldn't take Facsimile long to get out of there with the power of the rockets that he had copied from Rev... but would it be fast enough? And would he be tough enough to withstand the blast, if he couldn't get out of the way fast enough?

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Facs was on the back foot, as much as he hated to admit it, he was now reacting to midas's actions and doing his best to minimize the damage this unknown explosive might cause to the city, he could presume that it would be small enough that midas could escape it but not knowing how fast the man could fly nor if he had any other means of avoiding the blast left anything short of taking it as far away from anything as he could a risky gamble this of course meant he was going to be at ground zero when this hunk of gold plated junk blew up right in his kisser but this way he could minimize if not completely avoid collaterol damage.

 

he;d be lying if he said he wasn't afraid of what might happen, it just so happened to be he was more afraid of what would happen if he didn't do everything in his power to get this thing away from the wading way and freedom city at large.

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Facs was fast. Clock was ticking, the count going lower and lower with every second. "22... 21... 20... 19... "Could he prevent the damage in time, as he rocketed towards the sky? Carrying the fallen platform, as it threatened to self-destruct in his hands? "14... 13... 12" Would he be able to get out of reach of any and all of the tall buildings that surrounded Wading Way? "9... 8... 7..."

 

He was fast. His borrowed power catapulted him into the sky, like a shooting star in reverse. "5... 4... 3..." 

 

And he was fast enough. "2... 1... Goodbye."

 

The explosion was deafening. It was not one of the biggest the city had seen, but if it had exploded on ground level, the damage could have been immense. Windows were blown out on the upper floors of the nearby buildings, the shockwave barely reaching the ground.

 

And as for Facsimile? What was his fate?

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Oh No!

 

Well, the bomb had been taken care of (bar some shattered glass), but what of Fascimile? Was he a burnt cinder? Surely not! He was tough!

 

Even if he wasn't toast No! Ill never eat toast again! he was probably unconscious and falling. And that meant a pavement pizza with Fascimile topping. 

 

I wonder if he could mimic a pizza...

 

...never mind that! she interrupted her ridiculous turn of thoughts which only represented some crazy defence against panic. In reality, her blood was cold. 

 

But her jets ran hot!

 

With an explosion of plasma, she launched herself into the sky scanning for Fascimile, ready to catch him should he fall!

 

 

 

 

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Facs tumbled through the air uncontrollably, metal head reverberating and ringing like a bell that had been struck with trememdous force.

 

It was all he could do to grasp instinctively to his transformed state and its more resilient matter as he raced towards ground spinning head over tailbone like a flipped coin.

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Rev made it! As Facsimile fell and tumbled through the sky, she caught him in her arms. Hurt and tired as she might be, her friend was saved. Now, they only had two problems that they had to solve: Getting down to the ground, and catching up with the good doctor who had finally taken the chance to try and flee, slowly running down the street. Apparently, they fighting had damaged whatever part of his armor that let him fly!

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Rev was feeling pretty ground down, and the fuel in her jets was running dangerously low. Enough to get to the ground...but still. 

 

"I'm beat..." she grunted at Facs. "You...you gotta get to that Golden Goose...." she shouted through the screaming air as they descended on her boot jets. "Don't let him get away...Ill follow...."

 

She waited until Facs had come to. 

 

"You with me? You with me Facs? Let me give you a boost!" she shouted, and then, with all the strength of her cybernetic arms, she hurled him straight at Midas!

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He could see revs lips moving as she talked but only a low ringing filled his ears.

 

Slapping his metal cheeks shaking his head firmly brought him back into the here and now.

 

Rev mentioning midas sharpend his frazzled wits and he gave a firm nod of agreement to the half heard plan.

 

Sailing through the air like a lightweight silver javalin towards midas he used the slightly burned jets in his legs to bring himself to a controlled landing at the end of his impromptu flight.

 

Quickly switching his body back to plain and simple steel he swung his heavy arms with every ounce of strength he could muster, he would either slam them together on midas's cracked helmet or release quite a shockwave, it was hard to tell with his vision swimming.

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Midas was running, as best as he could. More like a very excited hobbling. He couldn't make out what the young heroes were yelling, but he knew htat it was nothing good for him. So, he ran, a golden goose making his way through the city, with people spreading to let him get away. After all, had he not just caused the giant explosion, and was he not wearing a battle suit, tacky as it might be?

 

Hearing the whistling sound of something flying through the air at great speed, he turned around just in time to see the ever-changing Facsimile coming at him. Just enough of a second to realize what was going to happen. *CLANG* The collision was fast, and head on. Facsimile's collision was more than enough to send Dr. Midas to the ground, knocked out with a single, well placed hit.

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In the background, Rev started stumbling towards Fascimile and Midas. She needed a break. A long break. And some cherrypop! lollipops. All the cherrypops! she could buy, in fact. 

 

And possibly some she couldn't buy too.

 

Wait, that was stealing. 

 

All the Cherrypops! she could buy, plus all the ones she could persuade Facs to buy. 

 

"Hey is he down? Phew! That was a rumble!" she grunted as she caught up with them. "Calls for...ah...a celebration, huh? Have you...ah....got your wallet with you?"

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