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AAOOOSC! Exposed!

Power Player Match: TBL @ LAK

“For the Tampa Bay Lightning: He’s coming for you, but he is nowhere in view because he’s a bolt from the blue. It’s Steven Stamkos!”

All is loud.

But silent.

“For your Los Angeles Kings: He’s slashin’, he’s dashin’, you can’t smash ‘im— It’s Kale Clague!”

All is electrifying.

But still.

Kale has his eyes closed.

Calm.

But his beat heart is attempting to jump out of his chest.

The sweat from his hands evaporates from the energy of his ergokinetic sword.

His blades dig into the ice as his legs quiver.

His flicks his eyes up ahead of him.

His vision beyond the power-negating barrier is tinted purple. But he can clearly make out the menace, the trouble, the one who is destroying the supernatural universe one power player at a time:

The sick smirk etched on his face.

The white electricity popping and hopping around his hands.

His eyes along with his visor glimmering in the sparks drifting from the potent energy.

This is his enemy. This is the last obstacle he needs to overcome. To be the hero of the supernatural world. To fix his own mistake.

“Stamkos, ready?”

Steven clenches his hands into fists, cutting out his surge. He then slyly raises a hand in the air, yet keeps mocking eyes on Kale.

“Clague, ready?”

Kale takes in a sharp breath. He throws his hand in the air as he opens up his palm to dissolve his sword.

I’m ready. And if I have to, I will cut open the barrier too.

Instantly, whirling sound effects wrap around the arena as lights flash and spin on all sides with along with dramatic music and the crowd cheering louder.

The sound fades out as the house lights gradually turn on, brightening up the arena to an even light.

Kale’s heart picks up its rate; he feels sweat now successfully prickling his palms.

Then, the screens of the jumbotron begin to flash red to the beat of the buzzer: BRR! BRR! BRR—!

Steven throws his hands out in front of him just as lightning jumps out from them and collides on the power-negating barrier’s metal line. The sheet snaps out of sight, allowing the power player to unleash more tangled bolts of the bright energy.

And the light turns green with the last sound of the buzzer: BRR!

Kale’s barrier disappears just as the bolt nears it. He instantly drops to his knees.

The lightning shot whizzes over Kale’s head before disintegrating against the boards.

Kale quickly hops back onto his feet and stares ahead at his opponent: Steven has a subtle look of surprise mixed with his haughty mien. Surprise, surprise.

Steven glides past the smoking metal line and thrusts more sparking bolts straight at the defenceman.

Kale pushes himself out into the neutral zone as he conjures his sword. With speed and precision, he keeps a keen eye out for the multiple bolts roaring toward him. He spins, he swerves, he ducks, swinging his sword against the projectiles to bat them from his path.

Each severe contact releases sparks of purple and white energy into the air as the jolt of energy from the lightning shoots through the blade and up to him. The foreign charge of energy releases a buzzing sensation through Kale’s arm, making it closer to becoming numb with each contact. But it doesn’t stop the rookie from advancing toward his worst enemy.

Kale swipes his sword at Steven, becoming shocked as it clashes with another sword made out of pure electricity. Kale flicks his eyes up at the foreign sword’s owner, spotting Steven on the other side. His eyes are sharp, filled with malice resolve, as they and his visor reflect the light from the two illuminating weapons.

Kale leans against his sword, building pressure against Steven’s white sword in hopes of having it buckle or dissolve. But with both hands on his blade, Steven builds his force against Kale’s purple sword.

Kale grits his bare teeth, tightens his grip against the wavering ergokinetic blade, ignores the sweat dripping down his face and his body shaking. Steven stares deep into the rookie’s eyes, solely keeping his demeanour cool and still as he holds the stalemate.

Becoming frustrated at the fixed situation, Kale decides to take action: He swipes his sword away from Steven’s blade with the intention of striking at a different angle.

As Kale swings his sword behind him to conjure enough force for the next blow, Steven makes another move:

With one jolt of his hands, a blast of lightning explodes from the blade of his sword, striking Kale.

“AAAAAARRRRRUUUUUUGGGHHHH!!!!”

Kale is thrown into the air, tangled in leaping, white lightning, before crashing onto the rough surface of the crease.

And the crowd goes completely silent in a gasp.

Their large eyes are on their power player.

Their power player is laying on the ice, flat on his stomach. Completely still.

The other power player stares down at him. A full, yet quiet chuckle of amusement escapes from his smirk.

Kale feels the lightning surge within him, leaving behind a fizzy, sharp sensation in the wake of its path. The sensation of his body is melting, yet his body is quivering; his mind cannot sharpen its senses: His vision is blurred, the audio is muffled, the ice is a flat, comfortable cold, the air is stale.

A weak groan escapes from Kale’s lips. “Ugggghhhhhhh…”

He lethargically blinks his eyes, attempting to refocus his vision. Instead, he senses a soft, fuzzy texture brushing against his right cheek.

With muddled confusion, Kale flops his head to the right side, having the left side of his face pressed against the ice. He makes out a blob of brown, orange, white, and black in front of his sight.

He slowly blinks his eyes to clear his vision. His eyes then widen as he gradually makes the connection of the object in his sight with his mind.

“Huh? K-King…?”

The kitten is sitting loyally inches from its owner. It lets out a comforting mew!

“King...wh-what...a-are you…?”

Before he could finish his sentence, the kitten nudges his cheek with his head, collecting some electric discharge. It then steps back, turns to the right, and peers up.

Suddenly, a wave of yellow energy materializes and spins around the small animal. It engulfs it as it picks up speed; it expands upward like a resizing tornado, increasing in speed, colour, and luminance. Then like a ribbon wrapped around a present, the energy undoes itself and dissolves, revealing the energy’s work.

Kale’s eyes grow wide at the sight.

The audience is completely shocked.

Steven has his jaw dropped.

Kale forces out, “Br…”

In place of the cat is another hockey player. He is wearing the home equipment of the New York Rangers without his gloves. The back of the jersey has stitched in red with white outlines HOWDEN on top of 21.

“...Brett…?”

But Brett doesn’t turn his attention on the fallen defenceman at the call of his name. His eyes are piercing straight at Steven.

Steven perks up, shaking off his shocked expression for a cool one. He glides up to him with a small, warm smile. “Howden…!” His voice is soft, yet honeyed.

“Don’t say my name,” Brett growls.

Yet Steven continues on: “It’s great to see you back.” He brakes gently in front of him. “Why the scowl? It’s me—” A big grin pops onto his face. “—your former captain—”

Brett snatches him by the collar of his jersey with both hands and yanks him into his face, their visors clanking against each other. The captain to lean his head away with large, trepidatious eyes and a frown.

“—the captain I once looked up to!” Brett spits out. “But how can I look up to you when you’re cheating, ruining everyone’s powers just for your selfish advantage!” With disgust, he shoves him away. “Drop the act, Stamkos, you’re not the nice, just captain I thought you were!”

With bewilderment, Steven holds his arms out from his side. “I do this to better our team!”

“YOUR team!” Brett jabs an angry finger at him to the beat of his shouting. “Only YOURS because YOU are in IT!”

Steven draws in a sharp breath, collecting facial poise and bodily posture. “A captain must do whatever it takes to better his team.”

“Whatever it takes without destroying OTHERS!” Brett reaches behind him, grabbing the golden stick from its stand. “You won’t know it until you’ve been in their place!”

With that, Brett heaves the stick over his head and slams it against the ice.

Right on contact, the ice lurches up, spewing out chunks of the frozen substance as a line forms in the path of the force, straight at Steven. The line blasts straight at Steven’s path, causing him to launch upward to the push of the force and fling backward through the air. He flies over the safety net and through the second level tunnel in the audience.

Once the captain is out of sight, Brett whirls around with concern to face his friend. His eyes widen as he spots Kale being gently placed on a stretcher by several members of the Kings’ medical team.

“Take good care of him!” he tells them heroically.

Brett then rushes toward the boards to the side, lunges into the air with his momentum, and grabs onto the glass to swing over it. He lands on his two feet right after the blades beneath his skates retract and darts up the stairs and out of the area.

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