Aha! Running away I see! Dr. Zlo shouted as Memphis Flash shot past. I knew you couldnt hold a candle to my genius!
The hero stopped at the doors of the Aged Suede building and strummed a chord. Knocked over mannequins, discarded clothing, and smashed shelves picked themselves up, dusted themselves off, and marched back to their respective areas, much to the chagrin of the Jacques. The faceless minions turned as one, shaking fists and throwing trash at the hero.
Tough crowd tonight, Memphis Flash said. Well, no need to worry. I know just the song for rough housing.
The hero picked at his guitar and gyrated his hips. The guitar continued playing as he moved to slap the side, crafting a toe-tapping tune that had the front row of Jacques pause. Memphis Flash gave the front row a wink, his charming looks instantly captivating the minions.
The Jacques started to clap along as the hero sang, prompting the ones behind to demand answers. Pantomimes traveled across the crowd along with the music, convincing Jacques to abandon their destructive shopping and listen to the hero in front of them.
Of course, not all Jacques halted in their quest. A few held delusions of grandeur, attempting to take entire shelves out of the store with them. When Memphis Flash blocked the opening with his impromptu concert, these Jacques pushed through their fellows and attempted to strike the hero.
A Jacques ran forward with a fist held high, only to trip as a shockwave from the guitar shook the ground. The Jacques found itself tripping and landing right on its fist, taking it out of the fight in mere moments. Other belligerent Jacques followed, each one coming toward the hero with a unique fighting style. Hopping kicks, spinning punches, and even an attempt to poke out the eyes did nothing. Each Jacques fell to the ground with the shockwave, and each time their moves worked against them to take them out of the fight.
Mempis Flash gyrated across the front of the store, exciting the Jacques in the crowd as he pulled the various NPCs taking cover out of danger. They thanked him profusely, their gratefulness mixing with their awe at his musical prowess.
Aw now, it aint no thing, the hero answered. Get along now, yall.
The NPCs ran away, signed pictures of the hero appearing in their arms.
Jacques! Dr. Zlo shouted over the din of music. Stop lollygagging and take this hero down!
Now Dr. Zlo, the concert aint over yet, Memphis Flash said.
Dr. Zlo rocketed into the store, hovering over the hero with a domineering sneer. I have it on good authority that this concert is finished!
Now whose authority would that be? Memphis Flash asked.
The only one that matters! Dr. Zlo shouted. Mine!
He flourished his cane, casting a wave of fire across the store. Memphis Flash strummed on his guitar.
But there is harm in this! Dr. Zlo cackled. He fired a laser, fully ready for the hero to counter or dodge. A button bomb waited in his hand for the follow up. He tossed it as soon as the guitar strummed.
Behold! I have determined your weakness! Your powers are linked to that guitar, and now you have two different attacks coming at you! Your mastery of music cannot possibly stop both!
Dr. Zlo threw his head back in a laugh.
Of course, Dylan assumed that Memphis Flash would have a way to counter the incoming attack, but Dr. Zlo wouldnt dream of such a thing. Instead, his mind went through various options and scenarios that he wanted to play out. In all honesty, he hadnt expected a hero like this at all. Though he really should have.
Dr. Zlo liked to attract the campiest heroes. Probably because his crimes were all oddball events that only drew the weird to them.
Dylans main question was this, did he want Dr. Zlo to win this one? Or at least leave in a stalemate. Say he trashed the store, which made him unable to market his new clothing line. Sure, he might technically be losing but not in the way that mattered to the villain. Dr. Zlo would never allow himself to lose to an alien Elvis impersonator.
Yeah, that seemed like the best answer for this. Mostly because Dylan didnt see a way to win. Dr. Zlos current arsenal wouldnt be enough to stop someone who could control sound the way Memphis Flash could. Not unless Dr. Zlo had something that muted sounds on him.
Although, now that he thought about it, he did have something.
Would that even work? He asked under his breath.
He looked at Memphis Flash. The hero was concentrating on his guitar, his fingers skillfully playing two different sounds that each shot out to meet Dr. Zlos attacks. The laser found itself wrapped up in a tangle of sound, its light twisting around like a pretzel as the soundwave grappled with it. The bomb became a new star hovering over the heros head.
Impossible! Dr. Zlo shouted. He recoiled back, overreacting to the actions that happened in front of him.
Memphis Flash tipped his guitar. Mighty kind of you to think so.
You dare to mock me! Dr. Zlo shouted. He fired off more lasers in anger. Dylan opened his inventory out of the corner of his eye, looking for the invention that came to mind.
If nothing else, he absolutely had to try using it.
The hero caught the incoming lasers with his music, twisting the lasers together and slamming them to the ground. The Jacques cheered at the sight, enjoying the show. A new wave of sound flew toward Dr. Zlo, becoming a transparent hand intent on capturing the villain.
Dr. Zlo spun out of the way, dodging with finesse. Dylan smiled as he found the invention. Now all he had to do was find a way to bring it into the fight without it seeming strange.
It was a good thing that most of what Dr. Zlo did was strange, so it wouldnt be too out of place for the villain if something slightly off-the-wall happened.