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In 2015, 1 January, Los Angeles was turned into a war zone for two days as TV Head an a hand full of Villains assaulted and demolished the metropolis. On the first day the several dozen high ranked Villains, thugs and mercenaries, killed over one hundred thousands people, comprised of civilians, first responders and Heroes. TV Head hijacked major radio stations and local TV networks via radio manipulation and professed his ideology to the world. He said that the U.S. an its Heroes and Villains were nothing but a show now and swore to give the world the greatest show it had ever wanted, effectively declaring war on the U.S.. Between saving civilians, defending evacuation points and fighting the villains, the heroes that were there in the initial attack were kept on their back foot. It wasn't until the second day that Technomancer had organized with the U.S. military and the top twenty heroes for a counter attack. Fighting along the U.S. coast guard and navy, the top ten Heroes were able to push the Villains back out. By the end, over 150,000 thousand died an even more wounded while there was only a handful of Heroes and Villains left standing. The few villains that survived barely made it out with their lives. It was on that first day that Lillian's lover had been murdered at the hands of TV Head with little regard, like an after thought.

Over the next month the U.S. was left in shock as politicians and Home Land Security scrambled to decide on how to handle what was considered the largest security break in U.S. history. Fearing a repeat of September 11th, the U.S. government opted to handle the issue with covertness, taking to using a scalpel instead of a hammer. The matter was to be handled with the upmost scrutiny and tactfulness. Not wanting to incite mass hysteria or unrest, the U.S. Government took to managing the issue behind the scenes while assuring the public that it was doing everything in its power to uncover the Villains and their plots. During that time the government platformed and put heroes on a pedestal, praising the heroes for their hard work. Like wise, the media began putting even more attention onto the Heroes of the U.S.. In no time the focus went from how the Government was going to handle the threat to how would the Heroes handle this threat. Some feared losing popularity while others saw it as the perfect chance to earn more of it, but both were put into spotlight. Even though some Heroes were public servants, their affiliation with the government was quickly lost from public sight as the subjects and interviews centered around what the Heroes themselves would do. Despite all the big talk that the government and Heroes were giving, no progress was being made. TV Head's trail was spotless.

During that time, TV Head had cemented what would soon be known as the Villains Syndicate in a massive underground network of tunnels that spanned much of the U.S.. Their numbers were small but their resources an interest groups were growing every day. By the end of the month after the attack on L.A., TV Head had refitted and modified a part of the tunnels into what he had dubbed "The Proving Grounds". This place would be where he would nurture the next generation of Villains. He would use this place to teach them while giving refuge and sanctuary to Villains from all over. TV Head had made himself known to the world but he still needed to get the word out about the Villains Syndicate and he knew exactly how to do it. At first, TV Head hadn't noticed, but Lillian had dropped the smallest of onto his hoodie. It wasn't until the flower had started to grow that TV Head noticed an intrusion. The flower, of course, had its own magnetic field that, once grown, was easily detected by TV Head. His magnetic field was like another layer of skin whereas the flower was like noticing a pimple. TV Head recognized the flower and knew then that it was only a matter of time until one the top 10 heroes, Trip Star, was coming after him. He would set a trap and record the slaughter on video for the internet to see as an announcement of the Villains Syndicate's arrival.

TV Head rounded up the villains an informed them that they could expect an attack from one of two directions in the tunnels from the Heroes and likely, the military. There was debates and yelling, as some Villains left while others decided to fight the heroes. After that, there was much deliberation on what to do, on whether or not take the fight to the heroes or wait for them to find the Proving Grounds. It was decided to wait to fight on the Proving Grounds on the single fact that the P.G. was the most known territory they had control of. They knew they were safe from sonar or radio signal's down there, so they could use that to their advantage to avoid detection from above ground. With that in mind, two lines were to be set up for either entrance of the P.G. while TV Head would use his radio waves as sonar for the underground tunnels. If the military was detected then they would simply blow up which ever side they were coming from, dropping rubble with not needing to fear being trapped. If it was just Heroes, then the villains could lay in wait to ambush them. The only hole in the plan was that it rested on the idea that the enemy would either detonated a charge or break down a door to get into the tunnels. That or bypass one of the security doors. Either choice would give plenty of notice to the villains to set up. But this plan assumed that Trip Star and whoever she may bring did not have an alternative route that TV Head could not have known about. TV Head could never be too sure, but he doubted those chances. All the Villains would have to do is wait for the signal.

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Despite TV Head’s assumption, the hero that was well known as Trip Star did not come with an army on her back, nor with any kind of back up from other heroes. She had come alone, with only a single thought dominating her mind. The death of TV Head. Technomancer had tried to talk her into going with him, to help organise the heroes after such a dramatic event that had rocked the very foundations of the country. But she had refused to listen to him, despite being so tired from fighting during those terrible two days. After that first day, she had become completely numb to the world. She had watched as her lover had been brutally killed by TV Head, before being discarded like a toy he was no longer interested in. She had held him in her arms as he had taken his final breath. The moment the air left his lips, she had felt herself growing as cold as his body began to be. From that moment on, she had fought with a ferocity that had astounded her peers. There was nothing on her mind but revenge.

But no matter how hard she tried, she could not get close enough to TV Head in order to fight him. She had gotten close to him for only a few moments which had only allowed her to plant a small seed in the hood of his top. When the flower had grown and bloomed, it left a trail of pollen that she was able to trace like a bloodhound. She followed it with a single-minded intensity. She did not stop to rest, nor to eat. She did not care if this journey of hers resulted in her death. As long as she brought down TV Head, she would be content. His death would ultimately bring peace to the U.S again. She didn’t care for any kind of reward, or respect from others. All she wanted was revenge for her lover, Johnathan, who had died defending innocents from TV Heads tyranny.

But revenge wasn’t the only reason she wanted to see TV Head lying dead at her feet. Her little sister, Anastasia was present within her thoughts as well. She was only eleven years old right now. Still a child, who looked up at Lillian with adoring eyes, an excited expression on her face as Lillian told stories of her adventures and her deeds as a hero. Her little sister had proclaimed that she would be a hero as well, simply because Lillian was. Her childlike innocence was delightful to Lillian. There was no way that Lillian was going to allow TV Head to live long enough to destroy that innocence. 

Her emerald green eyes focused on the doors in front of her as she pulled herself from her thoughts. This is one the places that the trail had lead to. She wasn’t sure what lay beyond them, and she wasn’t about to simply burst her way in just in case there was someone waiting on the other side. While she wanted TV Head to know she was coming, she didn’t want to be that stupid about it. She wanted to live long enough to reach him, after all. Her hand moved to her belt, which was ringed with various pockets. She unclipped one, pulling out a few seeds which she threw on the ground just outside of the door in question. Despite the fact that plants seemed so delicate, they were also one of the strongest forces in nature. They had been known to push their way through concrete to grow into a large tree, or even a tiny little weed.

Lillian stepped to the side, pressing herself against the wall beside the door so that she wasn’t in the line of sight of the door. She then concentrated on the seeds, forcing them to begin to grow at an unnatural rate. After a moment, thick vines began to swell from the ground, coiling over themselves before pressing against the door and forcing them to open with a resounding bang. She then stilled them as she strained her hearing, waiting for any kind of movement. After several minutes, she couldn’t hear anything, and thus deemed it safe enough to move so that she was standing in front of the door. When she looked in, she frowned a little when she saw a tunnel ahead. It was dim, lit only by a lamp every now and again. It gave the tunnel a rather sinister appearance, but Lillian refused to allow it to get to her. She manipulated the plants so that they moved aside, allowing her to step into the tunnel and begin walking along its depths. Her footsteps echoed in her ears, but she ignored it as she focused on one thing; following the pollen trail that would take her to TV Head. 

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From the Syndicate Observatory echoed the sounds of anime girls and up beat music. Inside sat a man with a tube-head, bouncing side to side as he watched some of his favorite 2D girls dance along the screen. It was a special episode as the studio had earned enough money to hire a band to record with the voice actors of the anime. It was a cliche episode, one where the group of characters has to earn money to go on a field trip so they hold a fund raiser by throwing a concert for the school, but the execution was great and TV Head was loving it. With the only thing illuminating the room being TV Head's baby blue screen and the computer monitor in front of him, the sudden flashing red light to his left easily broke his attention. At first, he tried to ignore it but with a groan, TV Head floated himself up to the console to look at what the matter was. Still sitting with his legs crossed and his hands clasped around his ankles, TV Head looked down before tossing his back into a whine. "Daaaamnnniiiiit. Now? Really? Of course its right now why wouldn't it be right now it's always when I'm getting to the good part it's never when I'm just fucking around or when I. . ." TV Head continued to grumble to himself as he floated his way out of the observatory and to the main P.G. Main Network.

The P.G. Main Network was as lively as a place with only a few dozen villains could be. Some were talking among themselves while others were coming and going from one place to another. TV Head could overhear some of them talking about shipments of illegal costumes, weapons or narcotics while others were simply just shooting the shit. Seeing so many Villains in one place reminded TV Head that he should probably be expanding their reach at the moment rather than watching the latest episode of some summer time anime, but he digressed. TV Head brought himself high above everyone else and shouted down at them, letting his voice echo throughout the chamber. "OY. FUCKERS! We've got company-!" That reminded him, how much company were they to expect? TV Head turned his head side to side, bouncing radio waves from one side of the network to the other. The villains and criminals below him had turned their attention to TV Head, some shouting up at him about what they should expect. It took him a couple of a second but TV Head turned his screen down at the people bellow him and replied. "Pftt! Get this! It's just one! One lonesome hero! Oh I bet they've got a grudge. That's hilarious!" The villains, TV Head included, burst out laughing. Some bent over, grabbing their knees while others held onto each other as they all collectively chortled. "Aaaahahahaha, oh man, just one! Phew. . .alright. Okay. Chill, let's just chill. We'll give them a warm greeting, right? Go on, open the doors, let them walk right in. But uh, let's keep our fingers off the triggers right off the bat? We might get another good laugh if they give us some stupid speech." TV Head started bringing himself down to the ground with his legs still crossed as he chuckled to himself. "Fuck I hope they've got a speech planned."

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Lillian had followed the trail that TV Head had left behind with the flower that she had hidden within his hood, and it lead her to the doors of the Proving Grounds as this was where the pollen was at its highest concentration. She wasn’t able to see what was inside, as the light within the room was much brighter than the tunnel she was in. The light spilt out of the doors and across the floor, seeming to reach out towards her. She paused, her gut telling her that this was some kind of trap. But she didn’t care, at least not anymore. As long as TV Head was there and she could bring him down, she cared not for what happened to her. Still, she hesitated for a moment, a caution born of countless hours of training and experience when it came to villains. She controlled herself, before striding forwards and through the open doors.

She stopped after a couple of steps, her eyes narrowed for a moment as they adjusted to the brighter lights. She then tilted her head and peered around the large room which was clearly some kind of training grounds. The next thing she noticed, were the villains who were watching her with mocking expressions. They did not immediately attack, but they had been watching the door which proved that they knew she was coming. That was fine, she expected that. TV Head was not the number one villain for nothing. She tilted her head a little as her green gaze settled themselves on TV Head. Unconsciously, her upper lip curled and her eyes flashed with anger. Slowly, she stretched her fingers before bringing them back to clench them in a fist.

“TV Head.” She greeted in a cold and clipped tone that carried easily through the air. She stepped forwards again, straightening her spine so that she stood as tall as she could. The fact that she was wearing specialised high heels helped give her a tall, imposing presence, “There’s no need for your pet villains, TV Head. You’re the only one I’m interested in.” She said, keeping her gaze fixed upon him, “You killed my lover, you bastard. And I’m going to make sure that his death wasn’t in vain. That the death of those thousands of people were not in vain. You’re a toxic weed on this world and I fully intend on removing you from the world!” Her heels dug down into the surface of the grounds, quietly planting seeds that she could utilise later. It was one of her favourite little tricks, that often surprised her opponents. She would need all of her tricks with TV Head, especially if she planned on winning. To avenge her lover, and to make sure that her little sister grew up in a world far better, one that was safer because TV Head was no longer in it.

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It was evident that this place was a base of operations or, at least, was being made into one. There were large crates and forklifts spread throughout the place. There had been tables and chairs set up for people to eat and rest at while other tables had computers and laptops set out on them. Some of the villains, TV Head included, had started laughing and making an uproar in the massive chamber, filling it with their taunting chortling. Some laughed for the same reasons while others laughed purely out of sadistic condescension but TV Head found himself laughing at the dramatic irony of the situation. He wasn't the sort of guy to find humor in another persons misfortunes but, when it came to Heroes acting rashly or arrogantly, he couldn't help but laugh.  TV Head brought himself from up above to bring himself face to face with Lillian. Still laughing, TV Head shook his head side to side before resting an arm onto one of his crossed knees. With the brim of his head held in a hand, he looked Lillian in her eyes despite his screen, and spoke.

"Trip Staaar, long time no see! You're more arrogant and idiotic than ever." TV Head brought himself in close, close enough for him to bring his screen up next to Lillian's ear, his voice low and devoid of its usually mocking tone. Instead, now he sounded uncharacterstically serious in his whisper. "We need to talk. Follow me." After that TV Head pulled himself back and tossed his arms out wide, laughing as he spoke. "You've come here alone? For what? Selfish revenge? You realize we're at war, right? You heroes declared war on us years before I retaliated and yet you think yourself special?! Ha! We've all lost someone special to us but yet you'd abandon your post, forsake your responsibilities, just to make yourself feel a little better?! If I had lips I'd spit at your feet!" His usual tone had returned as he shifted himself to stand in the air, turning towards a tunnel inside of the chamber as he continued to speak. "Oh Trip Star, you've really gone of the deep end, haven't you? Well, no worries, we have a place for people like us to settle our differences." TV floated over to the tunnel and motioned for Lillian to follow him before turning back around and making his way down the hall.

The Strife Arena would be where they would fight. It was one of the largest parts of the underground tunnel system, second only to the Testament Grounds in size. It was also the only circular portion of the tunnels where everything was either some kind of square, rectangle or hexagon. It was like a dome, with round concrete walls, a round ceiling an a circular floor of smoothed asphalt. There were cameras set up around it although there was no audio feed for them to record.  They simply recorded video for record keeping but, in this situation, they would serve as the medium for the Villains Syndicate's unveiling. TV Head had entered the arena, his motion into the place setting off the lights that lined the walls and dome ceiling. TV Head stood floating at the center, waiting for Lillian to finally approach him. There was much he wanted to discuss but he was sure that there wouldn't be any talking her out of this. But it was still worth a shot. 

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Lillian ignored the laughter. While they might think that she was here to mess around, she knew she wasn’t. She was experienced enough to not let it rile her up and she calmly weathered it like a rock in a storm. Their amusement meant nothing to her. Nor were TV Head’s mocking words. Her glare intensified when he called her arrogant and idiotic. She stiffened a little, her body poised to move at a moment’s notice when he leaned in close enough that his screen was by her ear. He was so close that she could feel the faint static that tugged at her brown locks of hair, causing it to crackle subtly. She turned her head towards him, her glare never wavering as he pulled himself away and started talking. She wasn’t amused by his words, especially when he was the one that had murdered thousands of people. She had never put civilians at risk. There were rules in war, and the villains had broken many of them. 

Her emerald green eyes followed TV Head as he floated over to a tunnel before motioning for her to follow him. She hesitated for a moment before she moved to follow him. Her heels dug into the floor with each step, silently planting seeds as she moved just in case the other villains decided to follow them to cause trouble. She wanted TV Head alone so that they could fight in peace and she could finally rid this world of him. As she entered the huge room, she looked around, her eyes analysing everything and studying the environment. Finally, she stepped a little closer to TV Head until they were separated by a few metres. It was a little concerning to her that the villains seemed so well organised. It would explain why they had been able to come together and fight mere days before, and had put up a good resistance to the heroes that fought them. 

She placed her hands on her hips, close to her pouches so that she could quickly access them. She gave TV Head a rather flinty look and said, “You wanted to talk. So talk. I’ll let you get a few words in before I wipe your sorry arse from the face of this planet.” Her tone was slightly condescending, as if she was talking to an erring child. Much in the way she spoke to Anastasia when she had been naughty. She doubted that TV Head would care for her tone, but she was beyond caring. He had killed the one she loved, and was a threat to the most important person in her life. 

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There was a moment of silence after Lillian's more than appropriate tone. TV Head wanted to make sure that they weren't being followed so no one would hear them and made sure that was the case with some quick work from his radio waves. Assured of their isolation, TV Head nodded to himself and let out a heavy sigh. He was sure that trying to talk things out with Trip Star wouldn't work but, it was at least worth a shot. He wasn't wanting to kill her if he didn't have to. "We're both in agreement that what happened in L.A. is a tragedy. What happened a few days ago is the result of uncontrolled an unregulated villainy, I'm sure we both can agree on that." TV Head began. "But an apology would be pointless an would only serve to offend you even further so, all I can do is talk about the future." TV Head turned in the air to face Trip Star as he continued to guide the two down the corridor to the Strife Arena.

"Just, imagine for a moment, if villains were regulated and controlled. Imagine if there was a way to control the violence, to choose how or when it happens. Imagine the lives that could be saved if things like L.A. didn't happen or were controlled." TV Head had slid his hands into his front pockets now, reclining in the air as he spoke to Trip Star. He was sure he wouldn't get to say much, so he needed to make his point quickly. "I want to give them the illusion of freedom all the while controlling them. What happened at L.A. would have happened one day, sooner or later, somewhere in the world. It was just a matter of time. What I did was ensure that it happened on our terms. What I did was reduce the loss of life and made an example to the rest of the world of the dangers of unchecked villainy. The illusion of freedom is what makes this country possible, Trip Star. All I've done is sought to use the same thing on villains but, I'm not completely there. Not yet at least." TV Head stopped suddenly, leaving himself floating in the middle of the hall next to Trip Star. "I really don't want to hurt you, or anyone else, if it can be helped. All I want to do is give the villains the illusion of freedom that they so badly desire, for the sake of everyone. So please, don't do this. Join me instead. What happened to your lover will happen to people time and time again, but if we can work together, we can take care to ensure it happens as little as possible in the future."

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Lillian almost laughed out loud when TV Head spoke about what happened in L.A, as if it had been a terrible tragedy that he had watched from afar and he was giving a bad mimic of sympathy as if he was reading it off of a script. He didn’t care for the people he had murdered. His words only caused the coil of anger that burned in her stomach to flare and she had to control herself from merely striking out against him. Still, a heavy breath of air escaped her nose and her hands dug into her sides at they attempted to curl into tight fists. She really wished that TV Head had a normal head so that she could give him the mother of all black eyes. Her gaze were as hard as the emeralds they were coloured after as she continued to glare up at TV Head, watching his every movement.

Every word he spoke was like needles driving into her skin, bringing a heated fury. He didn’t seriously believe everything that he spoke? What had L.A. been to him? Some great big point? Was it necessary for all those people to lose their lives? Was he seriously trying to give some moral justification for the pain and horror he had inflicted? Her jaw tightened to the point where it started to hurt and her steps became more rigid as she tried to keep herself strictly under control. He was delusional, there was no way around it. She suddenly wondered if the best course of action would be to sign him into a psychiatric hospital. What kind of monster tried to justify such actions?

When he stopped, she became still as well, her body tensed as she expected him to strike out. One of her well formed eyebrows slowly rose as he claimed that he didn’t want to hurt her, or anyone else if it could be helped. And then he had the balls to ask her to join him. Her lips tightened as she allowed him to finish speaking, before she then let some of her control slip. She laughed at him, surprising herself with the mirth she felt at his ridiculous proposal, “Me? Join you? Dream on, TV Head. Your talk is nothing more than blustering. You’re just trying to save your own skin. Do you really think that I will believe you when you say that you don’t want to hurt anyone? You just killed hundreds of thousands of people!” By now, her voice had risen in anger, “If it wasn’t for you and your ilk, no one would have to die! You can try and justify your actions all you want, TV Head, but the fact remains that you are the cause of all this pain and destruction.” He then stopped, inhaling sharply as she tried to reign in her emotions. Then, in a tight voice she said, “If you had perhaps said that before L.A, I might have believed that you were actually sincere. But now… now I know that you aren’t. You just want chaos, for chaos sake. I’m not joining your little band of merry-men wannabe’s.” Her last comment was a reference to an old English tale of Robin Hood and his little band of outlaws that were called ‘Merry Men’. They had been outlaws that stole from the rich, to give to the poor. These were nothing more than villains who strived to be considered the good outlaw. 

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An electronic sigh vibrated out from the box head in response to Lilian's biting words. Her tone was dripping with reprisal an coated the inner workings of TV Head with a cold wash of venom. Her words caused TV Head to recoil, wincing at the brutal honesty she had given him. It was fair, all things considered, but it saddened TV Head to hear that Lilian was missing his point like that. It made sense for her to feel that way so TV Head wasn't surprised that she was missing his point but that wouldn't stop him from trying to get through to her. TV Head shook his head as he sighed and turned away from Lilian, resuming guiding the two down the tunnel. Several yards down the sickly lit corridor was an entrance to their left that TV Head was approaching, the entrance to the Strife Arena. TV Head floated his way to it in silence, contemplating what he could say to try an avoid this conflict. The brain behind that screen was starting to feel desperate for whatever words that could be used to convince her to turn away from this fight. If they did fight there was no chance that TV Head would be able to hold back. At the worst, he might end up enjoying ending her life. He did not want that. Trip Star was a gift an it would be a shame to step on a flower as brilliant as her.

TV Head stopped next to the entrance and crossed his arms over his chest before turning to face Lilian. He rested his back against the threshold of the arena with a large an unlit concrete circle just beyond him. TV Head leaned his head back against the concrete, rubbed his screen with a hand and then motioned at Lilian with it. "Look. Trip Star. I'm not denying the vile nature of myself or anyone else here. We're scum. Pieces of shit. We all know this. But the problem here is that heroes like you and the society that supports you has forced villains like us under ground. By forcing us into the shadows you have placed us out of sight. Forcing us into the shadows only allows for us to grow and fester unchecked with no oversight. But I'm the oversight now. I am what makes sure things are in order, controlled and checked. What happened at L.A. would have happened somewhere else and probably much worse had it not been for me." TV Head pushed himself from the wall, bringing himself close to Lilian once more as he continued. "Death. Destruction. Lying. Suffering. These are natural parts of life but heroes and society have decided these things are terrible and should be hidden from plain sight. You are denying a natural an inevitable part of existence. For humanity to damn a part of itself like that is to ensure greater pain and suffering that is not necessary. You, the heroes, all of us, need to accept each other as the inevitable aspects of life that we all are. If you do not do this, if society does not do this, it is doomed to fail. I am going to put this all on display for the world to see because if the world does not see this coming then it will surely fail." TV Head backed away from Lilian and turned to face the Strife Arena, an aura of apprehension hanging over him as he stared out upon it. TV Head held up an index finger, halting them before the two could enter. "This is your last chance Trip Star. Don't walk into this arena. Please."  

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Lillian felt a measure of satisfaction that he couldn’t find any response to her scathing words. When he turned and continued walking, she resumed her steps as well, following just slightly behind him so that if he turned and attacked her, she would have slightly more time to counter attack, or defend herself. When they reached the entrance, she stopped again, her eyes still fixed on him as he stared back at before he motioned towards her again as he began speaking again. She resisted the urge to cross her arms and instead, she clenched her hands together tightly for a few moments before she forced them to relax once again. Despite his words, her determination didn’t waver. She refused to listen to him. Not after what he had done. Flashes of memory unwillingly surfaced. Seeing the glee in some of the villain’s eyes as they slaughtered and spread chaos and destruction. They had enjoyed doing it. It wasn’t some kind of controlled outburst. It was a deliberate means to make people suffer.

She shook her head a little, “Your words are nothing but honeyed excuses, TV Head. Everyone has aspects of evil within themselves, but most can control them better. What you and your villains lack, is proper self-discipline. You are the ones that are causing havoc, and you must face the consequences of your actions, rather than run away and make up excuses about human nature. Take responsibility for what you’ve done. Because I will tell you this, TV Head. It is also our nature to better ourselves, to tame the darker parts of ourselves.” She said, turning her head to look him squarely in the screen, “This is your consequence for the murder of all those people, and on a more personal note… the murder of my lover. Do you know why I become a hero? To try and make the world a better place. Not for me, but for my baby sister. She’s too sweet and innocent for this world, especially when people like you are around.” She gave him one last furious glare before she stepped forwards, into the arena, “I can’t be easily dissuaded from what I want, TV Head.” She told him, ignoring his last warning. She had to protect Anastasia, no matter the personal cost.

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"Oohohohoh, I see that you're no better than the rest then!" TV Head chortled as he flew past Lilian into the arena. The last thing TV Head wanted to do was kill Trip Star of all heroes. She couldn't understand it but he had a deep admiration for a hero of her caliber. It was true that he had killed her lover as though he was an after thought but that was an act of the heat of the moment that TV Head likely regretted. TV Head had brought up himself high into the air, putting considerable distance between the two. Now that the cameras were on them it was time for TV Head to flip his switch and put on a show. He threw his arms out wide, tossing his head back as he shouted down at Lillian.

"You would deny people their natural selves! Call them monsters for being unable to make themselves what you want them to be. Selfish! I will be the one the set you straight!"  TV Head turned his head back to Lillian and brought a hand around to point to her, his other arm still outstretched in proclamation. "You are a hypocrite! Telling people not to kill when the very nation you uphold does it so easily! And you fucking "heroes" just signed your souls over for it. You're nothing more than a jack-boot, another dog of war!" TV Head brought his pointing hand onto the hilt of his blade, the other hand falling between his legs as he crouched down into the air, ready to spring his body into action.  "I'll enjoy tearing you apart!"

The time for diplomacy was over, if it had ever started. Now there was no time for consideration or feelings. How TV Head felt about killing someone like Trip Star would only get in the way. Now he put on a mental war-mask, a diabolical state of mind. What had been a calm and considerate host had been traded out for sadism and blood lust. It was easier to kill someone if you were enjoying it after all. A sinister laugh erupted from TV Head as rings of light began condensing into his screen over an over. Each ring brought with it a different color from the light spectrum until it reached a photo-negative. The light from his screen shrunk to a single red pixel before erupting in a flash of light, from it flying a crimson laser bolt at startling speeds. It was poised to strike right at Lillian's center mass and that was just the first shot. There would be more to come after that as rings of light continued to pour into TV Head's screen. He was manipulating the surrounding light to condense inside his screen that he was using as a lens for the attack. This gave him a few offensive options but usually one laser bolt was enough to finish a target. TV Head was ever hopeful that it wouldn't be the case with Trip Star. He wanted to draw this out like cat playing with its prey. He wanted to enjoy making her suffer.

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Finally, he stopped his postering and attempts to endear her towards him. Her patience had begun to run thin by this point, and she felt a sense of relief when he suddenly flew past her and into the arena. She followed him at a more sedate pace, digging her heels into the ground to plant seeds where she was walking. Her sharp gaze watched as he moved up high into the air before trying to make it appear as if she was the bad one here. He was merely turning heroes into the villains of his world, as if they were the source of all of his problems, when he couldn’t even take responsibility for his actions. He called her a hypocrite, but it was like the pot calling the kettle black. But the time for words was over, and her body tensed in anticipation for combat. She took a breath, letting out out softly as her stomach clenched a little as it always did when she was about to anticipate a tough fight. Her eyes remained fixed on her opponent, every sense alert for whatever move he was going to make first. She completely ignored the cameras that were dotted around the arena, as they held little interest to her. Despite the fact that she had come here to fight him, she would allow him to fire shot as she always did when it came to villains. As her father had said to her once, he didn’t start fights but he as sure as shit finished them. 

Her gaze noticed the shifting of light on his screen, and knew that he was about to strike with one of his laser bolts that she had seen during those terrible two days in L.A. Her hand shifted, slipping into one of the pouches at her belt as she drew out several seeds. Her gaze was locked on the screen, waiting for the moment just before the bolt leapt from the screen. When that moment came, she jumped back, manipulating the seeds that she had planted down with her feet to grow up in twisting, thorny vines that coiled and formed a thick wall between her and the attack. Despite that, the blast still tore the vines apart but by the time it had fought its way through, she had moved out of its range. Even if it had hit her, it had been severely weakened by the wall of vines that absorbed most of the force. She threw down the seeds she had been holding, causing them to swell and grow into a thick looking bush. Several pods on the bush began to swell to a large size before they suddenly exploded, firing sharp shards of thick thorns at TV Head with frightening speed and accuracy. 

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Fortunately for TV Head a 1v1 was his specialty. In a duel like this he didn't need to worry so much about his energy consumption like he would in a fight with multiple opponents. In such a scenario the likelihood of the fight turning into a battle of attrition was great which always put him into the position of holding back. But when it was just him and Trip Star he could be as fast as he wanted. He would just have to be careful about when he used his gamma rays. Using that at the wrong time could leave him open for an attack or worse, drain him of energy when he would still be needing more. There was two options for TV Head, either wear the hero down through an onslaught of attacks or end her quickly but, he couldn't just rush in. Trip Star knew that TV Head's specialty was close quarters duels so she probably had counter measures in place to ensnare him if he got too close. TV Head's best bet would be to wear her down at range and take whatever ever opening he could create as a chance to get an attack in. But at the same time, Trip Star was most effective at range so TV Head would have to alternate between close quarters and long ranged combat. She was a tricky opponent but TV Head could rely on his speed and wide arsenal to handle this fight. The best bet would be to keep the pressure on Trip Star to keep her on the back of her feet, or so TV Head had reasoned this to be the best course of action.

"Fast!" TV Head hissed when he saw shrubs leapt up from the ground and spring out a torrent of thorns at him. But they weren't fast enough, not for TV Head's speed. In a flash that rivaled lightning TV Head zipped to the side an avoided the attack, placing himself at Trip Stars flank. Even in the battle of L.A., the lightning hero Nimbu's couldn't even land a direct blast onto the villain. It took multiple attacks from different angles to corner TV Head to land a scratch on him. This meant Trip Star would have to follow a similar course of action; bate the villain into a corner with multiple attacks. Unfortunately for her, TV Head knew this as well, meaning he would be doing everything he could to keep her from taking the initiative. As TV Head appeared on Trip Stars flank from above, the tiny pixel at the center of his screen suddenly multiplied into dozens of dozens of pixels until his face was full of the red light. With another bright flash a massive cone of ardent energy fired down at Trip Star like a giant spot light. The heat from the attack was just as immense as it was quick. It was just as fast as the last attack but now wider and more devastating in scope. But it wouldn't stop there. TV Head expected Trip Star the throw up another wall and use that as a chance to escape. TV Head would keep firing the cone of deadly light, intent on pushing through whatever defense she might bring up and to follow her along the path she would take if she dodged. He didn't expect to catch her with it if she ran or dodged but he had planned to force Trip Star into making a counter attack in the hopes of using it as an opening. This was TV Head's plan now, keep attacking to force Trip Star into creating an opening for him. If he got lucky maybe one of the attacks would wing Trip Star but, how well it would work was up to her, and TV Head was so very excited to see how she would respond to this barrage.

 

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Lillian watched as TV Head moved out of the way of her attack as quick as lightning, a speed she was familiar with. She had seen him display that speed at L.A. and it was something that most heroes couldn’t keep up against and in such an open room like this, he certainly had the advantage here. Her best bet was to try and slow him down, remove the advantage from him, so that they could fight on more equal grounds. She shifted a little when she saw the lights shifting on the television screen before a wide beam of light erupted from his head. It was just as deadly as the last, but wider reaching. She quickly ran to the side to avoid it but noticed that he moved his head to cause the beam to follow her which meant that she needed to keep moving to avoid it. She dashed off, dancing out of the way of the beam to avoid being hit. With each step she took, she planted yet more seeds into the ground. Along with that, she reached into one of her pouches and began to scatter seeds around, tossing them indiscriminately. 

She then poured energy into them, manipulating them into beginning to grow and swell. They began to crawl against the ground, covering it in a layer of thick vines before they began to grow up, filling the arena. She slipped into the vines, allowing them to block the attack as she reached out and gripped onto one of the thick thorns as the vine suddenly shot upwards, allowing her to quickly move out of the way of the attack. For a moment, she looked up and saw TV Head floating above her before she jumped off of the vine and disappeared into the sudden thorny forest that had erupted out of nowhere. The vines shifted and undulated, allowing her to move with ease among the vines without being spotted. At least, spotted by normal means. She came to a pause, leaning against one of the thick vines as she took a moment to catch her breath. Creating this many vines in such a short period of time consumed a lot of energy. She looked up to see if TV Head was still using his attack, and to see if he was directing it towards her. 

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