Trey: Sokka Brimstone, eh? I didn't think you'd tell this lowly creature your name. *Sarcastically* I'm honored.
Sokka: Don't get lippy with me kid!
Trey: What are you, like 40? 50?
Sokka: You little punk, I'm only 24!
(Sokka Brimstone stands at 6'3. Light, tan skin and red eyes. He has a lean build and his hair is charcoal black positioned in a ponytail with the sides of his hair shaved. He indeed, despite his age, looks 40.)
Raine: Trey, now's not the time to be messing around!
Trey: Yeah? Can you tell me why you're still here?
Raine: What? I'm here to help you! What are you talking about!?
Trey: Naw, naw I believe I just said that I got this. That means leave.
Raine: I adore you and your confidence, but was I the only one to see his A.O.E.? With my water, I-.
Trey: Why are you still here!? Go! Now! Shoo shoo!
Raine: But...Trey...I can help!!
(Micheal appears beside her at mach one along with Alma in his arms.)
Micheal: You don't know him well enough, Raine. You see his eyes? There's no reasoning with him with that amount of fire in his eyes.
Alma: But his eyes aren't-.
Micheal: Metaphor, Alma. As he said, our plan to hit him after taking out his troops was derailed when our powers couldn't reach him. We tried to scare him with somewhat direct attacks but he hasn't budged even after dispatching his platoons. He even had back up which was an outside variable from what information we obtained. Now an emeratz is here, with fire, just like Trey. It's best if you leave him be and come with us. We will be support when absolutely needed.
Raine: But water is better against fire.
Alma: Is it? Didn't Trey evaporate your water?
Raine: ...
Alma: When it comes to fighting, I've only heard nothing but respectful words about Trey. He can handle this.
(Raine's elemental body deactivates as she decides to lessen her tension. Her eyes remain cyan.)
Raine: You better not die...
Trey: Who do you think I am? No, don't answer. Since he doesn't know and you've seem to have forgotten...I'll show you.
Sokka: If I can get a word in-.
Trey: Thank you for your patience.
Sokka: ...You seem pretty confident despite your ignorance of me as well as your situation.
Trey: I may be ignorant of some things, but I'm very observant. And I learn quickly. Highly adaptable to my surroundings. I'm taking you down, and I don't mean downtown, I mean 8 ft underground...Well, maybe downtown too. Make the fight a little more scenic.
(Avacyn comes running back from wherever she was swept off to. And for an odd reason, unscathed.)
Avacyn: Wait, I-!
Trey: We have just been over this!!! No one interferes! That means you, too, Zellos!
(Zellos is sleeping on a lamppost.)
Trey: ...Whatever.
(Zellos half opens an eye and stares at Hoffman. Nuvia and Avacyn also leave further away with the others, but still close enough to see the fight.)
Sokka: You're gonna regret fighting alone.
Trey: This sounds really sappy, but we technically never fight alone.......*Embarrassed* Our collaborators fight with us...
Sokka: *Leaping forward* You sound so embarrassed!
(Everything around them starts to slow down. Micheal pulls out a special high speed camera and whips out a monitor and shows the rest what's happening at higher speeds.)
Sokka: You're too slow!
(From Sokka's perspective, Trey slows down to a halt. Sokka quickly, at mach 10, moves to Trey's right side and punches his cheek, but the impact only seems to hurt his hand.)
Sokka: (*Groans* That's right, he still has that armor of darkness on him.)
(In that moment, Trey's hand quickly swats Sokka's hand away. Then Trey's body slows to a halt again. Sokka reappears at mach two along with Trey.)
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Collaborator Arc 1: Fade To Begin
Fantasy10% of Earth's population are infected with mysterious parasites that grant them power. In a dream like state, they manifest as mythical creatures of old. Join Tremaine and his friends as they go through their journey as one of the 10% and deal with...
