Valkyrie has a gun

What is plan B again?

The city was burning as we quickly made our way through the masses of people trying to leave. "Professor! Ghastly! If we get separated, we will meet up at Catholic church downtown. If you see Darquesse, do not engage her by yourself. She is dangerous and we are not sure if Valkyrie can control her in any way. Let us know if you find her." 

"The same goes for you Skul," Ghastly said, looking at me with a knowing grimace. 

"Don't be the hero skeleton," Kenspeckle said gruffly. 

I nodded and said, "Yes. No heroics. Any questions?" They shook their heads and then they disappeared into the mass of hysteria that surrounded us. I looked around me. People were screaming and running. Fires were burning out of control. 

"Ok Darquesse you have successfully started the apocalypse," I muttered. "Now where are you?" 

It was very difficult to see as everyone was running around like crazy and knocking each other over. "I need to get to the rooftops and cross the city that way," I thought. I raced into an apartment building and made my way through the screaming people that were pouring down the stairwell. I reached the top and carefully scouted the city. Smoke was rising against the backdrop of the setting sun. 

"Valkyrie," I whispered, looking everywhere. "Send me a sign honey. Anything." 

An explosion rocked the building I was on. As I used the air to steady myself, I saw a fresh plume of smoke rise up from the right. The direction of the old waxworks museum. The very place I had first introduced Valkyrie into the world of magic. I pushed down on the air and rose up in the air, flying over the screaming crowds. No sense in trying to keep a low profile now. Darquesse was really messing things up for the magic community. 

"What am I going to do?" I thought. "How do I defeat one of the most powerful beings in existence?" Wreath had a pocketful of information on sealing techniques. Unfortunately those had been on his person when Darquesse had turned him into ashes. So time for plan B.....which was going to be.....What?  

I landed directly into the smoke, pushing the air around me to create a barrier from the outside world. Even if the damage was already done, I was still going to try and make China's job a little easier. Less eyes means less mind wipes later. I looked around me and found that despite the car alarms and screaming happening, there was an eerie silence. Another explosion went off in front of me. Debris flew through the air towards me. I swiped my hand through the air, creating razor sharp knives of air and sliced through the debris. As the pieces fell around me, a gust of hot boiling air slammed into me and threw me towards a building. I gritted my teeth and threw my hands out behind me and pushed the air against the building slowly my impact. It still hurt like hell though as I went crashing through the windows and sheetrock. I stopped hard, hitting a metal beam.

"Hell," I gasped out, feeling the pain burst through my spine. I bet it if I still had blood and lungs, I would be coughing up blood.

"Detective..."

"Crap," I thought.

"Can I have a minuted to realign my spine Darquesse?"

A figure walked towards me with a bright grin on her face.

"Why Detective you went through death and a building and you still have a sense of humor?" Darquesse walked over to me and put her hand on her hip. "You really don't disappoint."

"Well I try," I laughed hoarsely as I attempted to pull myself out of the hole in the wall. "I just never wanted to grow up and be disappointing." I stood up and brush the dust off my clothes nonchalantly. I hoped I was giving an air of indifference, but inside my body was screaming with pain. "How are things?" I asked.

Darquesse shrugged. "You know, death, destruction, the whole apocalypse bit. Things are good."

I nodded. "Glad to hear things are going well for you. However I am going to have to be the rain on your sunny day. I am afraid that death and destruction and this apocalypse bit is slightly illegal and just a wee bit depressing."

Darquesse frowned. "God she looks just like Valkyrie when she is pouting," I thought, feeling that pain in my chest again.

"But I was having fun," she whined.

I took out my gun and pointed it at Darquesse. "Usually a hero would say something here to the tune of 'Playtime's over' or 'Your time is up' but well you remember what I said don't you Valkyrie?"

Darquesse smiled again. "You said you are not a hero. And I told you Valkyrie isn't here anymore."