by Chewy Walrus
The Walrus stared down this apparent kid in front of him. He already knew all about him... and his powers. Before another thought could flash through his head, Daniel Elwyn O'Boyle, a.k.a. Rhyme Guardian, blasted into the air as fast as he possibly could. It was all Chewy could do to hang on.
"Let go of me, you slimy--!" the Rhymer yelled, power emanating from his very prescence.
"I don't think so, Danny," Chewy sneered. "Or is that too informal for you?"
The Rhymer stopped at about one thousand feet. Chewy had to hold his breath in order to stay alive.
"How'd you learn that name?" the ex-god of rhyme bellowed, orange sparks crackling from his eyes.
"I know... everything about you... Daniel Elwyn... O'Boyle..." the Walrus said, winking at the kid he was clinging to.
"I think not..." the Rhymer said, followed by an odd rhyme.
"I don't know how he knows my name,
But I'll kick him to the pit of shame!"
A large orange blast sent Chewy hurtling toward the ground. Before he could hit ground zero, the Walrus pulled back his elastic body in order to become a living parachute, floating safely to the ground.
As he touched down, Rhyme Guardian was there, staring him in the face. "You think you're something else, don'tcha?" the Rhymer said, getting into the Walrus' face. "How'd you know who I am? Who are you, and what is your business with that traitorous scum?"
"If you're refering to my client, then you have your answer as to how I know so much about you... you, Kelly, her son..." Chewy cocked his head back and ran his fingers through his brown hair. "By the way, the name's Walrus... Chewy Walrus."
"Well, thanks, Double-O Tusk... but if you think I can let you out of here alive, you're mistaken. I can track you anywhere in the world, you know."
"They say that getting there is half the fun, Rhymer..."
"I think not..." the Rhymer clenched his teeth and balled his hands into tight fists. "You think you're fast, eh? You think you're so great? Well, dodge this."
Chewy's neck snapped out of the way as another orange energy blast whizzed by his head. Another one narrowly missed his midriff. Chewy felt like he was doing some sort of odd new dance with all this dodging and hip moving. He looked down at his belt and pressed a red button on the face.
Within seconds, Shark would have a flyby of hyperfast Mach 12-plus jets overhead. One stretch and he was gone.
The PPM felt around for his chip. I can't believe it's gone. It can't be...
Then he saw it. Peeking out of the sand was a small brown paper bag. The world leader snatched up the sack and looked at its contents. Yes! It's still here! In just a short while... I can almost taste it...
Something caught his attention then. A battle. He saw as his bodyguard fought with that terrorist scum. He also knew what the Rhymer was capable of. Chewy didn't stand a chance. Maybe he could still get away if he tried.
Just then an elastic arm wrapped tightly around his waist. Within seconds he was hoisted into the air and flown off at speeds enough to peel the skin from his very bones. He saw the Rhymer fade like a dot as the Walrus reeled him into one of the Mach-plus jets.
"Now listen to me, Fausk-ie ol' boy," the Walrus said, getting into his face. "You've got some SERIOUS explaining to do..."
Back on the ground, Rhyme Guardian swore to himself. If only he'd stopped playing and finished off the Walrus. He didn't know where Fausk had managed to dig up metahuman help, but he knew that the Walrus posed a threat.
"I'll keep looking," the Rhymer whispered. "As long as that idiot and his pet... walrus are still at large, the world's not safe... and it never will be. They're gonna go down. Make no mistake about that."