by Hydrargentium

Nimbus floated up beside them.

“This is not going to be easy.”

Seven shrugged. “He’s just one guy. It’s not like he’s the real Defender.”

“He’s right,” Cranium interjected. “It might be three on one, but he’s been around for over a decade. He’s canny.”

“Ah, that just means he’s getting old. Old and slow.”

Nimbus shook his head, the light from his glow changing subtly as he moved. “He doesn’t look that old to me. More like grizzled. Grizzled and dangerous.”

“Whatever — we can take him.”

“Yes, we can. Just stick to the plan.”

“Your plan.” Seven looked pointedly at Cranium.

“Our plan.”

Cranium looked around, then looked Seven in the eye.

“We have to do this together. All in or nothing, Seven. So are you in?”

Seven looked away. “Yeah, I’m in.”