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Bent to Vilgax and accepted his request with no second thought. Her quest was simple: Go back to Earth, find someone called Vitriol and eliminate the betrayer goddess in a such a painful way, any others who even think to betray Erkha would tremble in fear with it's thought. She was informed that reaching Vitriol was easy. It was a telepath, significanfly strong one indeed. After passing the atmosphere all she needed to do was to think about that name for few minutes. That sounded insane but it was exactly what she did. After flying from unknown space back to Earth, she landed on the top of Burj'el Arab. Started to echo the name in her mind. "Vitriol, Vitriol, Vitriol, Vitriol..."

When surrounded by the constant chatter of minds of the scale Vitriol was capable of sensing, sifting through each individual irrelevant thought was of no use and a waste of their talent. Sat upon their perch over the many busy stretching highways in the prospering city of Dubai, it was a facile task blending into the shade of the bridge they'd situated themself on. The river of steel traffic below too privileged to worry about their lives enough to look in the nooks and crannies and the thought made Vitriol clench their clawed fist. Not here. Not now. They'd already dished their vengeance where it'd been due with Erkha's help; now they had to repay him with their service. There's a low rumble beneath their feet significant enough to ripple through the steel structure they dutifully waited upon, and they focus in on the spreading feeling that slowly faded from physical sensation as they stretched to their full height, grateful for the anonymity their mask gave them as it hid their grimace upon feeling the returning rush of blood making their legs tingle from how long they'd sat curled in wait. The trick with sifting important information from every-day thoughts was intent, and there was no clearer intent than the ever growing chant of their moniker in the distance. Leaping from the steel structure and activating their jump jets, Vitriol made quick work following the stream of thoughts. Not fully capable of flight quite yet, their boots slammed into the glass of the building and watched with fascination the looks of shock from onlookers of the other side of the windows, before their final thump at the top of the building and the scratch of their nails against its surface. "Very forward." Boomed the voice behind her, its voice distorted beyond possible recognition of gender or be it even whether they were human.

Carol turned back to see a Cyborg that looks like much more of a robot than human. She couldn't figure if there was an actual human inside or not, not that it's voice was helping with indication. After looking at the robot she decided to let those thoughts slide through. Even those she was unsure if it was a human or not, one thing was certain: Lord Vilgax has asked her to kill the moon goddess with it with no questioning and maximum obedience as usual. She looked at the upperside of the robot where others may call it a face and started to talk. "Lord Vilgax has sent me here. Our mission is to locate and eliminate the traitor moon goddess called Diana. Last seen on China, she can alter the light of the light of the moon and the sun thanks to her nature. Finding her will be easy hopefully with you. The challenge is to kill the traitor and also make her a symbol towards others who dare to betray Erkha." She didn't introduce herself, she didn't tried to shake Vit's hand or smiled. Her voice didn't have ups and downs too. Like the robot here wasn't Vit but it was Carol. Something was clearly off with her among other agents of Erkha.

Within the confines of their armoured suit Vitriol rolled their shoulders in a series of raw pops and cracks of stiff joints but spry limbs. And in the physical and mental opponent (or well, compatriot) before them they sensed that same rigidity and stiffness, their eyes darting instinctually to her hand to peer her body language but saw no hint of amicable introductions. Then again, such frivolities were for humans, and Vitriol gave no such appearances even if their track history of maniacal monologues on TV stations they’d long wiped all footage of rang otherwise. An unreadable smirk behind their visor. Good. Let her, all of them, think that. Vitriol always valued their anonymity anyhow. "China. How do we get there and how much time do we have?” Direct and to the point was their preferred approach as it was, so it was simple to bark out the question as soon as she was done contextualising their mission.

Carol started to levitate as she started her words. "My Lord hasn't required to mention such traveling method. I would have simply flied there, should take few hours max. But in this case it's better to take a more stealth way to China. Since your appearance is suspicious and extraordinary to normal humans. Let's go down to see what we can do. I heard there was a hero called Multi-Manus here. If we're lucky enough we can eliminate it on our way as well." She dropped from the building and heard a struggle. It was non other than the hero in the question himself!

Multi-Manus flew through a wall while punching thorough it. "First day off in who knows how long and I spend it doing this. Typical. Alright, which one of you started causing trouble so I can end it?" He asked while powering up. He activated the fire in his chest, the lightning in his left arm, earth powered super strength in his right arm, wind in his legs, and water in his head. "You caught me in a bad mood, so I will NOT be pulling any punches." He got in a fighting stance and waited for someone to make the first move.

Carol looked at Vitriol with an eye movement while still facing at Manus, pointing at Manus with her finger. "You deal with the depressed clown, I will go ahead and search for the goddess. When you're done, you know how to find me for sure."

With their head snapped toward the hero, Vitriol weighed their options, flexing their clawed hand. The movement rippled, flaring through the container in their glove in a red pulse, readying whatever was in it for its next move. A quick, surveying glance. They were still at the top of Burj Al Arab, and the height together with the lack of room for fighting made their palms clammy. Judging the fact their … associate was more than capable of flying, Vitriol gave a stiff nod and a roll of their shoulders as they stretched to their full height. "Go." Was what little warning Vitriol gave her before slamming their palm to the ground, the floor splitting in sporadic, angry red webs as whatever is within their glove seemed to effectively work as a disintegration touch, collapsing the ceiling beneath their feet into the room below in a cloud of dust. Activating their jump jets just before they hit the ground, Vitriol lands with only a light thump, their form a murky silhouette pinpointed only by the ever glowing right glove.

Multi-Manus flew up out of the rubble and shook his head. "Oh, no. You're not getting away from me!" He said this before blasting off at almost hypersonic speeds, instantly breaking the sound barrier when accelerating. 'I may have had my powers for a year... maybe a little more... but I'm not letting my potential go to waste.' He easily caught up with Carol. "Where exactly do you think you're going?" Was what he sarcastically asked her.

Carol looked at the hero angrily then shouted back. "Damnit Vitriol get this clown out of my sight before I smash you two into oblivion!" (edited)

Catching the fleeting thought from the young hero, a low, amused hum was emitted from the silhouetted figure, one emanated as a growl due to the voice distorters of their helm. Sweet, naive boy. He’s going to get himself killed. Captain Marvel’s comment, however, made Vitriol’s growl turn genuine and agitated as they dusted themself off and readied themself to jump. "I’m fucking working on it!" Yet another reminder why they used to work alone. Pouncing from the ledge and reactivating the jumpjets in a white flare beneath their feet, Vitriol used their momentum to collide into the mid-air Multi-Manus in aims to use the full weight of their suit and still active jumpjets sending both of them flying into the city below, Vitriol’s clawed grasp aiming Multi-Manus’ back to face the wall they were leading him to crash against.

Multi-Manus didn't expect such speed, so he put his arms together in an X shape to block the attack, but it he still felt it. When he got up, he brushed himself off. "Gotta admit, that one kinda stung. But you'll have to do a lot more than that if you want to deal any actual lasting damage." Multi-Manus flew at Vitriol and punched him in the face and followed up with a barrage of punches to the torso.

A low snarl, a warning. "I don’t need to damage you. I just need to kill you." He was too arrogant for Vitriol’s liking. Usually they’d end such encounters fast, but they’d seen his flight speed and knew they needed to save Carol time. One thwack to the side of their helmet had them grunting in response, but they outstretched one gloved hand to strike their claws across his face then chest. "But if you’d like, I can leave you with some scars."

Multi-Manus let his fire increase in temperature and changed the color from red to yellow while flying backwards. 'Alright, less talking, more fighting,' was what he thought to himself. He put his arms straight in front of him, clenched his fists, and focused his fire directly and blasted it forward.

In a flare of flame, the armoured villain seemed to disappear beneath the blaze. A moment, two, enough to think the sweet rush of victory - that Vitriol’d melted beneath his fiery touch or fled. Before the flames began to part for the inky silhouette from the swallowing white-hot flame. Trudging through, every step requiring Herculean strength against the torrent of blistering heat, they outstretched their claws outward toward him again and barked out a laugh loud enough to cover how they’d clenched their teeth in strain. "Had they not told you I could hear your thoughts, boy, or are you pretending for my own amusement?"

Multi-Manus simply smirked. "So that's your power? My lack of knowledge was your only advantage and you just blew it." Multi-Manus generated lightning from his left arm and shot it forward, not thinking at all, but simply acting on impulse.